At thirty-one, Deborah Anders had attained the long-coveted post of personnel director of the Clorby Dineries, Inc., a chain of seven excellent home-type restaurants located in Marin County between San Leandro and Oakland. Philip Clorby, the founder, now in his early sixties, no longer took quite such an active part in his business and spent much of his time traveling and adding to his costly art collection, leaving operational management to his handsome blonde daughter-in-law, Gloria. His son Mark, much to the old man's disappointment, had decided to go into public relations and had his own agency, steadfastly refusing to take over the business. And fortunately for Deborah, Gloria Clorby was a dear friend and had even, on several memorable occasions, invited the striking brunette dominatress to her own bed for torrid bouts of girlfucking.
To be sure, Gloria was a switch-hitter and the brief affair was really based on Gloria's curiosity and experimentation with pussy-rubbing and delicious love games with mouth and tongue, since her husband Mark was also an intellectual and would never have dreamed of putting his tongue against his passionate wife's clit. Four years ago, Gloria had been obliged to ask Deborah to stay overtime one Saturday night because everything had gone wrong at two of the restaurants in Oakland. At about two in the morning when things had finally been put under control and both beauties were exhausted, Gloria had driven Deborah home in her Lincoln Continental and then suggested a shower, a drink and bed in that order. And under the shower in the expensively tiled and mirrored bathroom of Mark Clorby's two-level ranch-type house in the Oakland hills, blonde Gloria had shivered with sexual delight as she saw Deborah's olive-skinned longlegged, high breasted body come bare. Putting her hands on Deborah's oval-shaped saucy asscheeks, she had forked her pert pink tongue between Deborah's lips and huskily murmured, "I've just got to fuck you, Deborah, you're so gorgeous I could eat you up!"
Deborah hadn't minded at all, because she'd always despised men, ever since Tommy Nelson had tried to take her cherry at the high school prom as his expected reward for having squired her to that affair. An only child and left considerable money by her importer parents, Deborah had gone on to a girls' college where her year-older red-haired roommate Karen Johnson had initiated her into the sweet joys of muff-diving and cunny-grinding which could bring about hot come without any such annoying involvements as a male cock. But, just to show Deborah that even there a woman could have it all over a man, Karen had later during the initiatory period produced an amazingly realistic rubber dildo and herself had taken Deborah's cherry.
Deborah had worked for the Clorby chain for seven years now, and although she had enough money from her inheritance so that she really didn't have to work for a living, she had purposely sought a job that would get her into contact with others of her own sex. She knew that the Clorby organization had a reputation for hiring only pretty young waitresses and training them intensively. So she applied, readily got the job and was within a year promoted to hostess of the restaurant in San Leandro where she had begun her Clorby career. And of course after Gloria had singled her out for pussy favors, Deborah's ascent on the ladder of executive success with the chain had been rapid.
Deborah Anders was five feet seven and a half inches in height, svelte and lithe. She had a Eurasian look, what with her highset cheekbones, high-arching forehead, her delicately aquiline nose with thin, flaring wings, and a haughty, small mouth whose upper lip was riper and curled in a compelling mien of autocratic domination. Indeed, her exotic face had much to do with her success as a dominatress, and that was why she particularly relished her new post as personnel directress. It meant that she would be responsible for the firing and hiring all of the waitresses, female cooks and other female personnel (even girl busboys were used at Clorby's), and as a consequence she could involve those whose physical charms excited her in tests of compliance and submissiveness which would not only help them keep their jobs but most exciting of all give her burning lesbian passions all the outlets they required for her complete fulfillment.
Since she lived by herself and was reasonably frugal in her living expenses, together with her inheritance she had saved a great deal of money and invested a good part of it in an elegant house on the outskirts of San Leandro. It was a kind of Gothic house, even to an attic, and there were not many neighbors near her, an ideal situation for Deborah in which to pursue her quest of tasty novitiate pussy. In the basement, she had reconstructed a kind of medieval dungeon, complete with a tall pillory, stocks with a low hard footstool in front of them and whose surface was studded with tiny hard-rubber spikes, a low padded-leather bench with attaching and buckling straps, and other devices calculated to heighten her carnal joys of conquering a timid but nonetheless novice. At times this dungeon was used for punishment, when one or another of the charming waitresses of the Clorby staff had complaints registered against them which required personal interviews with Deborah or again, as Deborah herself was eagerly anticipating, became the scene of operation for the interview itself with a newcomer to the organization who would have to prove her submission and humility to her dominating superior.
Since the house was large and had two stories beside the attic, Deborah required a housekeeper, and so she had hired about a year ago (six months after acquiring the house and having it remodeled) a very provocative eighteen-year-old girl who had run away from her home in Des Moines a year ago, had actually got a job as a busgirl at one of the Clorby restaurants and then had been caught trying to steal from the cash register. Deborah had intervened, taken Louis Dalmar to her house and there given her no alternative. Either Louise would agree to work for her and be her slave, or else she would not only receive a prison sentence for theft but to begin with would have to endure a very severe spanking for her crime. The sullenfaced, pretty coppery-haired girl had grudgingly agreed to work for Deborah, and this April Thursday evening, indeed, she was down in the basement dungeon with her autocratic mistress... who was about to enjoy some immediate pussy-passion from her conquered slavegirl while at the same time imagining what it was going to be like when she finally got delicious, virginal Melissa Adams into her clutches.
Chapter Two
After having served supper to her mistress, Louise had been given the order, "Go downstairs and prepare yourself, slave," and the sulky, voluptuous teenaged redhead had blushed, lowered her eyes and then deferentially murmured, "Yes, mistress." It had taken about three weeks to teach Louise how to be humble and how to address Deborah with the respect the dominatress wished, three weeks of bare-ass spankings, long and painful bondage sessions, isolation in a dark closet with only bread and water shoved through a pull-out panel at the bottom of the door, before she at last realized that complete obedience to every one of Deborah's sexual whims was the only way to save her pale-milk-skinned flesh from anguish in the many inventive ways Deborah had for punishing her prey.
As a matter of fact, even now as Deborah sat in her study and quickly went over a number of employment applications whose writers would either be summoned for a private interview or else sent a letter of rejection because their background did not suit the Clorby hiring policy, enjoyed the savoring anticipation of knowing that her slavegirl was at this very moment kneeling on her palms with head bowed, naked except for spikeheeled black leather pumps, gunmetal-grey nylons and a cobwebby black satin-elastic garter, belt, and would continue to wait there humbly and in penitence until such time as she deigned to descend the narrow stairway leading from the butler's pantry down into the basement-dungeon and there begin Louise's expiation for those misdemeanors of which Deborah had adjudged her guilty this afternoon and early evening.
There was, for example, the little matter of dropping a butter dish and cracking it while serving supper this evening. But that had been prefaced by what Deborah considered an insolent and snippy reply when she had entered her house at five-thirty after coming home from work, and still further, this morning, by Louise's sulkiness and lack of alacrity in helping her dress. Each one of these faults would be carefully ticked off and accounted for in the methodical and elaborate punishment seance which Deborah was already devising in her ingenious lesbian mind. Of course, a good sound spanking, on the naked, surprisingly plump and spacious cheeks of Louise's very tender and mobile ass. Then a little session on the bondage rack, blindfolded and gagged, and with weights dangling from the lips of Louise's pussy, held there by little rubberized clamps with rows of tiny spikes which gnawed and bit the sweet cuntflesh of her love-slave. And then of course an exercise in humility which usually comprised lying flat on the floor with her hands gripping Deborah's boots while she slithered towards her mistress and painstakingly licked each of Deborah's boots from toe to ankle until Deborah could see her own reflection in the gleaming kid which caressed her long elegant legs to midthigh.
Deborah was wearing her dominatress costume now, for a separate closet adjoining her study room contained several such outfits. This evening she had put on a red kid bodysheath, which took her just at the beginning of her tits, had cutouts to expose the nipples which she had already tinted with purple lipstick and which of course Louise would later be permitted to suck and lick in gratitude for being let off the rest of her punishment, and then fitted her down to the hips, with a special web-panty attachment which gussetted her between her thighs and pressed delightfully snugly against the thick black muff of her sensual cunthole. Her long shapely arms were similarly encased to the shoulder in matching gloves, while her elegant mid-thigh-long kid boots with their five-inch spike heels elevated her to towering stature and made her even more autocratic than she was. Her black hair was cropped short, like a mans, and green eyeshadow accentuated the widely spaced, large gray-green eyes which had such magnetic compulsion when staring down at the quivering, genuflecting red-haired teenager or of course at some of the new employees who were either bein g interviewed or punished as the case might be.
Lighting a cigarette and putting it into a long ivory holder, she studied the last folder in the pile, that of Melissa Adams, and her gray-green eyes narrowed and glowed with a lustful anticipation. In her mind's eye, she was seeing dark-brown-haired, sweet-faced Melissa stretched naked on the rack, perhaps wearing only gossamer-sheer black nylons up to her pussy, whose lips would be lewdly yawned apart by the obscene stretching of her legs on the apparatus, and whose beautiful big round closely spaced virgin tits would be standing up like marble globes waiting for the kisses of her little three-thonged tittie whip, which she also used with exquisite dexterity between a girl's hugely straddled bare thighs. Almost invariably, no matter how courageous a girl was, no matter how well she could take a spanking on the bare ass, when Deborah went to work on tits and pussy with her black shorthandled leather "persuader", as she whimsically called it, there was almost no one who could hold out and not agree tearfully to do anything in the world Deborah wanted, from licking her boots to licking her pussy and allowing herself to rub cunt to cunt in sweet tribastic surrender.
Melissa Adams was twenty, about five feet six inches in height, but with a gloriously opulent figure. She had baby-pink skin, round supply thighs and a magnificent ass which comprised two upstandingly rounded, tightly spaced cheeks ideally made for spanking and whipping, pinching and goosing. There was no doubt that she was a virgin, according to the questionnaire she had painstakingly answered two weeks ago in Deborah's office. She lived with an elderly aunt near Jack London Square in Oakland, and she had two years of business college, and then the family fortunes had collapsed with the accidental death of her father and her mother's subsequent illness, partly caused by grief. Because of the lack of funds and the fact that her aunt lived on a small pension, Melissa had had to cut short her college and go to work. She hopefully thought of doing clerical work in the Clorby chain, but Deborah had cunningly persuaded her that she could make much more money as a waitress, especially with tips because she was so sweet and demure customers would be sure to tip well.
She had been working for exactly a week, and already there were several complaints. Melissa got upset when she had too many orders given to her at one time, made mistakes in serving, and although she was patient and apologetic for her mistakes, she wasn't quite up to the Clorby standard. A good talking to would help, but Deborah knew perfectly well that once she got Melissa into her clutches here at home, she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off that juicy piece of virgin cunt. She had the wild hope that she might even be able to persuade delicious Melissa to come live with her as a second housekeeper so that she would share Louise's duties and thus both of them could be on hand to satisfy the raging lusts of the black-haired dominatress.
She crushed out her cigarette now and closed her eyes for a moment as she thought of the delicious pictures which this thought evoked: both Louise and Melissa kneeling at her feet, both naked except for pumps and nylons and garterbelts, Melissa with her dark-brown hair flowing down almost to the middle of her back, with Louise's coppery tresses coifed into a single thick braid which was delightful to pull and jerk about to command the redhead to do this or that ignominious task of salutation and homage to Deborah's boot or pussy as the dominatress willed. Both of them at her mercy, Louise bent over a spanking stool with wrists and ankles tightly strapped and a wider strap buckled round her waist so that her bottom jutted out invitingly for a leather sole or perhaps a good whipping with a five-thonged martinet, while at the same time Melissa, blindfolded and sobbing with fright in her suspense, would be posed on her knees astraddle a square teakwood block set on a dais, her wrist drawn behind her back and bound to an iron ring set on the surface of the dais itself, her ankles equally ringed and cords tied around the hollows of her knees and thence round the block to immobilize her. This pose would thrust out both cunt and titties, but of course her tempting, juicy pinksheened ass was also vulnerable to whatever Deborah would plan. What delicious nights could be enjoyed with the possession of two such bodyslaves!
Shivering with voluptuous anticipation, the black-haired personnel director of Clorby Dineries, Inc. abruptly rose from her desk and strode towards the door, en route to the dungeon.
Chapter Three
Before entering the dungeon, Deborah Anders put on a black Venetian facemask, and armed herself with a thin, whippy cravache, whose short handle gave way to a fourteen-inch long tapering thong split at the very end to make two viciously flicking tips that would sting exquisitely and make Louise's naked body wriggle in the most fascinating gyrations. In her gloved left palm was the key to the basement door, and as she unlocked it, she smiled to herself to think of what Louise must be feeling at this moment, worrying about what the punishment would be and what would come afterwards. The little bitch had proved to be exceptionally passionate, once her sulkiness and resistance had been broken. Now she seemed to try to exert herself to escape lengthy sessions of spanking and preferred gamahuching or pussyrubbing to torturing moments on the whipping bench or over the spanking stool or in the pillory.
This evening, however, Deborah had already decided that she was going to make Louise enact the fantasy of her anticipated first meeting with gorgeous virginal timid Melissa. She approached quietly and slowly, her eyes feasting on the sight of Louise's beautifully hollowed bare back, and of the occasional shivers which rippled through the almost naked body of the teenaged redhead. Kneeling on one's palms for a long time on the hard old stone floor of this basement-dungeon was, Deborah well knew, an enervating experience; it prepared Louise's psyche for total submission while at the same time terrifying her as the fanciful ways her mistress's ideas for causing exquisite lesbian suffering were conceived. As she came closer, she heard the girl catch her breath and then Louise stammered in an almost tearful voice, "I'm ready, dear mistress, for my punishment, and I ask your forgiveness."
"It will be granted after you have been punished, not before, you naughty girl," Deborah hissed, "so now I want you to turn around and crawl forward, still with your knees on your palms, to my feet and then lick my boots nicely till I can see my own image in them. Be quick about it!"
Louise gasped a quavery "Y-yes, m-mistress!" as she hastened to obey. Bowing her head as low as she could, she extended her dainty pink tongue and began to rub it lingeringly over the polished surfaces of the gleaming boots. When Deborah was quite satisfied with the degree of humiliation she had achieved, she sharply ordered, "Go to that chest, open it, and bring me the pear gag, the discipline corset, and those lengths of white felt cord, and hurry if you don't want your punishment doubled!"
Louise's lower lip had already begun to tremble, and tears glistened in her dilated dark-blue eyes. It was evident that she had tasted the discipline corset before and had no wish to renew its acquaintance, nonetheless, she hurried to obey, and returned with the required articles of bondage. Then, at Deborah's harsh command, she stood up with arms held out in cross so that the discipline corset might be imposed on her pale-white skinned body. It was covered inside with scratchy horsehair, and it had been specially made by a leather-goods maker whom Deborah had met in Oakland about a year ago and who shared Deborah's love for bondage discipline, since the woman herself had two young nieces on whom she fitted her models and subsequently derived her own lustful joys from having them gam her pussy and rub with her on pain of good hard spankings on the bare behind. The corset took Louise just under her tits and went down as far as the tops of her thighs, was locked by snap fasteners and then cinched in at top and middle and hem by three narrow but very strong buckling straps. Finally, Deborah went behind the quivering redhead and carefully guided the gusseting strap between Louise's legs, which the girl obediently straddled wide to permit this maneuver. The strap was then pulled tight up against her cunt and chafed her asshole as well, locking into place with an extra large snap fastener located at about her navel. On the several previous occasions when Louise had worn this garment, she had made the mistake of trying to ease the agonizing scratching of that gusset-strap against her tender cunt and bumhole, and she had received a sound spanking and then been forced to wear it all night long while her arms had been tied high above her head to force her to stand on tiptoe, gagged and blindfolded until the next morning.
The next order was for Louise to kneel and stretch her arms out behind her back as far as she could. This done, Deborah coolly stepped behind her quivering slavegirl and began to bind the strong white felt cords round and round the lovely naked arms from wrists to just beyond the elbow. Next, taking one of the cords, she bound one end of it to Louise's thick braid, and made the other end fast to the last binding at the girl's elbows. This forced Louise with a gasp of discomfort to tilt back her head and at the same time to keep her arms stretched painfully out behind her lest she tug cruelly at her scalp. Finally, another length of cord bound the redhead's knees together.
The virtue of this discipline corset was that at the back it went down only so far as the chinkbone, thus leaving the redhead's naked asscheeks completely unprotected for its spanking or whipping. "Now then, you naughty girl," Deborah pronounced with savoring joy, "this is for being saucy when I came in the house this evening. You acted almost as if you were my equal, and you know that was a dreadful mistake, don't you now, Louise?"
"Y-yes, m-mistress," Louise gasped tears beginning to run down her flushed cheeks. "I'll be good, I'm sorry, oh please, this hurts just like the dickens, please don't keep my arms tied like this, it hurts me!"
"It's meant to, you silly little bitch! Now then, I'm going to give you twenty good hard spanks on the bare behind, and you're going to count them out and say thank you after each, you understand?" Deborah pronounced. Moving behind the softly sobbing culprit, she picked an oval-shaped leather paddle and dealt Louise a solid, resonant smack across the upper right summit of her clinching, pale-milk-skinned asscheeks. A wail of pain followed by a babbled, "One, th-thank you, m-mistress," was wrested from the redhead's trembling lips, as wildly about on her knees, while her arms involuntarily jerked, thus adding new torment by yanking at her own hair.
By the twentieth spank, Louise was in tears and her bottom was a flaming red. She could not help jerking her arms each time the paddle landed with a resounding crack on her naked ass, and she was interspersing her cries and tears with abject pleas for pardon.
By this time, Deborah was sexually excited, and she paused long enough to unfasten the gusseting strap of her own corset, and thus bared the shaggy black fleece and the soft twitching pink lips of her ardent cunt. "If you want me to remit any of your punishment, bend your head down and start licking my clit till I come, bitch. If you do it nicely, I might let you off the last of your punishments, but it's up to you," she warned the sobbing girl.
With a frantic whimpering sob, Louise crawled to her domineering mistress. The bondage nuance of having her stretch her arms well behind her back and out, then affixing the braid of hair to her wristbonds had effected an excruciatingly painful pose. For Louise to bow her head and begin to gam her mistress as just ordered, it was necessary for her to tilt her arms upwards all she could so as to ease the painful traction on her scalp; but at the same time, this at once aggravated the muscular tension in her shoulderblades and upper arms, and the grimace of pain which at once appeared on her exquisitely lovely, sulky, sensual face enchanted the brooding dominatress.
Very slowly, glancing nervously back to make sure of her posture, Louise raised her bound wrists behind her as high as she could, while at the same time approaching her trembling mouth towards the luxuriant black fleece of Deborah Anders' cunthole. The latter, straddling her legs imposingly, her gloved left hand on her hip, stared greedily down at the teenaged red-haired slavegirl, foreseeing that she would soon have before her, perhaps in just such a tortuous posture, the virginal and ingenuous Melissa Adams.
Louise implanted a fervent kiss of homage on the fleshy vulva, and Deborah Anders sighed with gratification. "Continue, but slowly, slave," she hissed.
In her right hand, Deborah Anders gripped the thick stock handle of her whippy cbonwhe, and amused herself by flicking the perspiring pale-milky back and shoulders of the genuflecting naked teenager. Louise gasped and squirmed uneasily, and pursued her gamahuching task with greater zeal than ever, fearful of the cruel kisses of this punishment implement which she had once endured on her titties and the insides of her thighs soon after she had come to work for the dominatress. Indeed, she had hysterically averred at that session that she would infinitely rather be spanked on the bare ass twice as hard rather than endure the biting, ferreting flicks of the supple leather whip on such tender regions of her girlish anatomy.
Now, to Deborah's delight, she felt Louise's soft pink tongue rub over the rims of her cunthole, then veer to the top where the tip prodded the turgifying button of her clit. A low moan of pleasure escaped her, a sound which told the fearful naked teenager that her homage was satisfactory to her tyrannical mistress. Arching her back even more exaggeratedly while at the same time thrusting her bound arms up to the highest maximum angle possible, Louise pursued her obeisance with even more abject fervor.
"Harder, faster, you little bitch!" the dominatress throatily purred as she directed a pernicious flick of the cbonwhe against Louise's naked left side, just under the ripe milky coral tipped tittie. With a groan, Louise replied, "Y-yes, ooh, m-mistress!" but her subservient answer was muffled and almost unintelligible because she had crushed her panting young mouth against Deborah's twitching, moist cunt-hole, while her tongue burrowed frenetically to prod the swelling module of her mistress's clit back into the protective cowl of soft sensitive pussy flesh, then let it spring back out, throbbing with growing excitement.
Deborah smiled cruelly, understanding her slave-girl only too well, by dint of arduous and enthusiastic compliance, the girl hoped she would forget the other punishments promised. The black-haired despot savored keeping her captive in suspense, for it always added to her own pleasures, and tonight would be no different.
Now, feeling herself drawn close to hot girl-come, Deborah leaned forward and with her gloved left hand gripped the thick coppery braid of her kneeling naked slavegirl and give it a cruel little yank, while commanding, "Suck now, suck my clit right into your mouth and love it up good or I'll give you twenty on your big titties with my persuader!"
Louise groaned and squirmed, her eyes bulging and glassy with tears of pain and fear, and hastened to comply; the slushing sounds further excited the black-haired dominatress, and as she felt her clit being sucked into Louise's panting mouth and then caressed by the tip of that pert young tongue, she closed her eyes and shuddered violently, her superb titties rising and falling spasmodically, the nipples darkening and stiff with lust as she foresaw how gentle, shy Melissa Adams would be equally forced to such servile compliance.
But her grip on Louise's braid was not relinquished; she continued to tug a^ it all the while the sobbing, whimpering naked red-haired teenager frantically sucked and licked in desperate effort to bring about her mistress's come so as to terminate her suffering. Purposely, Deborah Anders used all her self control to hold back from that blissful moment, and it was sweet torture for her to stand domineeringly, with legs obscenely spread, seeing, hearing and feeling her slavegirl's feverish submission to her imperious will.
But at last the tensions had mounted to the very brink of her cunt's ardent abyss, and she uttered a raucous groan of pleasure as she felt herself drawn over the edge. With a last vicious yank on Louise's braid which drew a shrill cry of pain from the squirming naked captive, she achieved her hot, furious spend, and at once felt her slave lap and slush up the tangy juices of her come, a further demonstration of the complete degree of obedience to which she had compelled the teenager, and one to which she intended to force Melissa Adams as well.
Languidly now, Deborah Anders strolled over to a loveseat near the door of the basement-dungeon, sprawled at her ease in it, and reached over to take a cigarette from the silver humidor, while her eyes contemplated, glowing and narrowed, the kneeling, naked, trembling figure of her penitent young slave, girl. Then she deigned to address Louise: "That was well done, slave. Now that you've been punished for your snippy attitude tonight when I came home, you have still two punishments left, remember? The one for being so sulky and not helping me dress promptly, and then for cracking one of my prize dishes. You are going to be here quite a while, I think."
"Ohh, oh I beg of you, please let me off, oh don't s-spank me anymore, please, mistress," Louise sobbed, twisting about on her knees to face the seated despot, jerking uneasily at her bound wrists and momentarily forgetting that their least movement yanked her hairbraid and sent hot twinges through her tender scalp; instantly, her face twisted in a grimace of discomfort as she was at once reminded of the risk, and tears began to flow down her flushed cheeks.
"Quiet, or I'll double your quota," Deborah Anders snapped. She was thinking about future evenings, with Melissa Adams added to this delightful scene. Two girls at once would give her endless opportunities for inventing elaborate bondage sessions, penances and punishments, for pitting one girl against the other in a contest whose result had only one end in view: her own gloating, sadistic pleasure and the certain distress of the loser.
Louise subsided, but could not control her sniffles as she dolefully awaited her mistress's capricious decision as to what ordeal was next in store for her pale whitesheened twitching flesh. Her asscheeks were still swollen and a dark-red from the crisp twenty swats of the leather paddle, and the mere thought of more spanking made her perspire with agony-sweat, while her eyes were huge and blurred with tears as they fixed beseechingly on the haughty aristocratic face of the woman in the loveseat beyond her.
For a long moment Deborah savored her cigarette, fully aware of the mounting anxiety of the lovely teen-aged girl beyond her, waiting so miserably for a sign of what was to befall her. Then at last she drawled, "Perhaps I would be inclined to let you off a little of your account if you would agree to help me with a new girl whom I want to have serve me here, Louise."
"Oh, yes, I'll do anything you tell me to, honest I will," Louise babbled, her eyes enormously dilated as she strove to win even the slightest respite from her suffering tonight.
"I'm sure you'll try. Well, we'll see, my dear. Now crawl here to me so I can untie your wrists and hair, then I'll get you ready for the second dose you've got coming," the dominatress at last decreed. Hastily, Louise crawled to the loveseat, then turned around while Deborah Anders bent to her and expertly untied the felt cords. Then she snapped, "Stand up and put your arms in cross and spread your legs."
When the girl had quickly obeyed, she stared greedily at Louise's pussy, which was tightly snugged by the gusseting strap of the discipline corset. Beckoning her slave closer, she leaned forward to unfasten the snap, then ordered Louise to turn and tucked the strap into a sewn-on leather loop at the back of the cuirass, so that the girl would have no protection of either pussy or asshole for the ensuing chastisement.
The next command was the worst of all: "Bring me my persuader, in your teeth, slave!"
"Ohhhh! Oh I beg of you, mistress, please, not the per-persuader, "Louise tearfully groaned, wringing her hands as she clasped them before her in an attitude of prayerful petition.
"Perhaps you would like double the number of spanks I propose to give you, then?" was the guileful alternative.
Louise definitely wouldn't, and she sank down on her knees-again, a lesson learned at the cost of many a sound spanking to her voluptuous young naked ass-and hurried back to the chest from which she had brought out the corset, the pear gag and the cords. As she reached it, Deborah called after her, "I didn't use the pear gag, but I shall this time, so bring that too and hurry!"
Opening the chest and with a last forlorn look back at the black-haired dominatress with the implausible hope of softening her heart, Louise reached down and hesitantly picked up the "persuader," with its six-inch heavy handle and a thin sinuous black leather thong about a foot long, split at the end into three cruelly pointed tips, each about 3 inches in length. Taking the handle between her teeth and holding the pear gag in one hand, she crawled back to her executioner, new tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
"Now, open your mouth," Deborah ordered, and when the teenager had obeyed, she applied the pear gag firmly, then attached the straps fixed to each side of the front of this device round Louise's neck. A third strap was attached by snapfastener from the middle of that reunited double strap at the back of the neck, over the top of the girl's head and Snapped into place against the protruding metal snap at the tip of the rubber gag. But to reinforce this and also to add to Louise's humiliation, Deborah Anders now reached behind the cushion propped up against the back of the loveseat and drew out a pair of white nylon panties, still soiled from her having urinated into them just after supper. Her nostrils flaring superciliously, she leaned forward with Louise still docilely kneeling facing her, and wound them round the girls mouth and tied them with a tight knot at the back of her neck, thus assuring the immutable placement of the gag.
The reason for this gag was at once to be vouchsafed to the unhappy naked teenager. She had tugged the persuader out of Louise's mouth before imposing the peargag, laid it down on the arm of the loveseat, and now took it up in her gloved right hand. Louise's eyes grew huge with terror, and she recoiled, a stifled whimper exuding through the gag. "Now then, Louise, the black-haired imperatrix drawled with husky anticipation in her arrogant voice, "I'm going to test your submission. I want you to stand up, stretch your arms in cross and spread your legs as far as you can get them. You are going to get a dozen cuts of the persuader right up between your bare legs!"
"Mmrrimff-ahhouhhmmihghghghgg!!" Louise wailed at this atrocious sentence. Her nostrils dilated and clenched, one could see the exquisite pulse throbbing in the soft hollow of her milky throat, and also in the erratic rise and fall of her superb naked tits-targets which, Deborah promised herself, would certainly not be neglected tonight.
"Stop that silly noise! Now listen closely-twelve-and it could easily have been two dozen, do you hear me?" she chided the weeping girl. "Twelve, and you will count each one by stamping first your right pump on the floor, then your left. If you forget to do that, my dear, the cut won't count-be warned. Oh yes, one thing more-if you dare drop your arms to rub your pussy, the count will go back by two-remember that too, Now, are you ready?"
Moaning and trembling, poor Louise resigned herself to the inevitable. Legs lasciviously straddled, swaying in her tortured suspense and enervation, her arms extended levelly on either side of her, she faced Deborah from about a distance of a foot, but the dominatress now gestured to her to move back a few inches, till she was assured of the range. "Get ready!" she hissed exultantly, then drew back the little whip and with a deft movement of her gloved right wrist, flicked it out between the milky thighs of her captive, drawing the handle upwards as she did so. The "Splatt!" which the three leather tips made against the perineal groove, that shadowy furrow connecting cunt and asshole, was one that titillated her own furious lusts; but even more did Louise's shrill muffled yowl against the gag. Conquering her agony and the instinct to rub the wounded region, the unfortunate redhead stamped first right foot, and then left, and, at Deborah's sign, resumed her straddled pose, arms wavering perceptibly, while floods of new tears poured down her cheeks.
"That was one, and not too bad, my dear," Deborah purred. "Now spread your legs a bit more-ah, that's fine-and keep those arms straight in line, and stretched as far as you can-good-now then-"
Fttwhttt-splatt! A second time, the little whip darted between poor Louise's shaking thighs, this time the three pointed tips bit diabolically against the girl's plump asshole rosette.
"Ummahghhghmfmfmfuouuuuummmgg!!" Louise wailed, and dropped her hands at once, plunging them behind her to rub shamelessly the excoriated rosebud of her virgin asshole.
"I'm ashamed of you, you naughty child," Deborah chided. "Now we shall have to start all over again-that move with your hands cost you two cuts, and you forgot to count, so you shall have thirteen instead of twelve. Now pay attention and try not to make those mistakes again!"
Whimpering hysterically, poor Louise compelled herself to resume the lewdly vulnerable pose; all the while, the horsehair lining of the tight discipline corset chafed and rasped her belly and sides and back, but the ferocious burning of the persuader against her most intimate parts was almost intolerable.
She managed, notwithstanding, to endure three cuts without repeating her instinctive gesture or forgetting to stamp her feet to count out the cut, but the next one which lodged right into the plump pink fig of her cunthole destroyed all her resistance. With a piercing shriek which even the double gag could not entirely muffle, she sank to her knees, one hand rubbing her cunt while the other strove frantically to ease the hurt of her puckering, swollen asshole which the thongs' tips had already nipped so perniciously.
"Back into position this instant!" Deborah snapped, flicking the persuader against one of Louise's heaving naked titties, and attaining the sensitive nipple with one of the tapering little thongs, A wail of anguish followed as the girl struggled to her feet, eyes mad with pain, till once again, weeping desolately, she had resumed the ignominious, vulnerable pose as at the start of this ritualistic chastisement.
Deborah comprehended that she had taxed Louise's endurance to the breaking point; there would be other times, even more delicious when her newest intended victim Melissa Adams would be here to share torments with the red-haired teenager.
"Very well, I'll be merciful tonight," she decided. "But in return, not only must you promise to be whatever I tell you to with this girl who will be here one of these evenings, but in addition I am going to ask you to perform an act of special homage to me by way of thanking me for letting you off what you deserve, is that understood?"
Louise nodded frantically, ready to promise anything if only the torture in her cunt and asshole could cease.
"Very well, I have your promise. We shall see now how you keep it," the dominatress purred as she quickly untied the soiled panties, then removed the pear gag with its attachment of straps. Louise, exhausted and sobbing, sank down on her knees and bowed her head in token of complete submission.
Deborah calmly turned her back on the trembling naked girl. "Now, reach up, open the cheeks of my ass and lick and kiss my bumhole, slave," she pronounced succinctly.
"Ohh-pl-please-oh-I-I've n-never done that," Louise stammered, turning scarlet with mortification.
"What's this? Is this the way you keep a promise? I will put you in the pillory and give you the persuader between your legs and on your titties till you bleed, you deceitful little slut," Deborah hissed.
The threat sufficed; with a cry of fear, Louise put her trembling, slim fingers to the satiny globes of her mistress's ass, yawned them open to disclose the petulant pink cleft of her asshole, and then leaned forward, eyes closed, grimacing in revulsion, as she began her odious task.. a task which ended only when the dominatress forced her, after removing the corset, to perform sixty-nine with her till both achieved hot come....
Chapter Four
It was Saturday evening, and Louise had been primed as to what would be expected of her tonight if she hoped to remain in Deborah Anders' good graces.
Melissa Adams had been summoned to the dominatress' office late yesterday afternoon, where Deborah had gone over her record of employment since beginning, and lectured the shy, lovely virgin on the unsatisfactory nature of her work thus far. "I am seriously thinking of discharging you, Miss Adams, and of course you can hardly expect a reference," she remarked coldly.
At this, the big dark brown eyes of the lovely novice had widened with anguished surprise. "Oh no, please don't fire me, I need the job so badly, Miss Anders," she stammered, fidgeting in her chair and twisting her fingers in her lap. "I-I need the money to help Aunt Margaret keep her place, please, Miss Anders."
"Clorby isn't set up to give charity, young lady," the dominatress insolently retorted. "We expect good work for good pay and opportunity, you know."
"But I just have to keep my job," Melissa was almost in tears. "Aunt Margaret is sick and she'll need an operation soon, and I have to help out-she took me in when my parents died-oh, please, Miss Anders, give me just one more chance!"
The black-haired personnel director frowned and pretended to reject the idea, but inwardly her pussy-lips were twitching and moistening with the sweet relish of anticipation. "It's against my better judgment, Melissa," she said at last, "but if you are really sincere and mean what you say about trying hard to improve your work, I may give you that chance. However, your demerits thus far are really serious, and I cannot wipe them out and let you start all over again as if they had never happened, unless you agree that you ought somehow to be punished for them. In that case, I would give you your chance. Well, what do you say?"
"P-punished?" Melissa quavered, eyes widening with surprise. "I-I don't understand."
"But it's very simple. When you were a little girl and were naughty, didn't your parents ever punish you?"
"N-no, not really. If-if you mean, spanking-no, they never did," Melissa confessed in a shaky low voice while her blushes made her even more deliciously tempting to the dominant lesbian.
"Yet that, in essence, is what I want you to submit to, Melissa. It will show me a spirit of humility, and when you have had your punishment, the slate will be wiped clean. It's that or discharge, I'm afraid," she concluded with a harsh, quick tone, to compel the submissive young beauty, whose psyche she was sure would be readily conquered.
Melissa bit her lips. She needed the job badly, just as she had said; but the notion of submitting to a childish punishment seemed too embarrassing even to consider. Yet finally, in a quavering voice that was hardly audible, she stammered, "W-will anybody know about it--I--I mean-if-if I agree to accept it, M-Miss Anders?"
"No one, my dear, besides the two of us."
"Very well." Melissa uttered a long sigh of distress, her face crimson to her temples.
"You've made a wise choice," Deborah Anders smiled. "I'll expect you tomorrow night at my house about seven-thirty."
And thus it was that, exactly at the appointed time, Melissa Adams nervously pressed the front door bell and waited. When the door was opened, she uttered a startled gasp, for instead of the dominatress, she saw a pretty red-haired girl standing before her. It was, of course none other than Louise, who was demurely attired for this occasion, so as not to shock the intended victim into immediate defiance and resistance.
The red-haired teenager wore a skintight yellow satin frock, sleeveless, whose skirt descended to midthigh; her curvaceous legs were sheathed in off-black nylons of the sheerest denier, and her feet were pedestalled in four-inch-heeled red leather pumps. Under the frock, however, she wore an even more slinging fleshcolored latex bodysheath, a kind of corset, which covered her from titties to crotch. Deborah Anders had cut out the crotchpiece so that the lips and hair of her cunt were in plain view, accessible to her persuader... as well as to lips and tongue, for she intended to coerce Melissa into gamming Louise as a final proof of the former's complete surrender to her!
As for the lovely dark-brown-haired victim-to-be, Melissa Adams wore a blue rayon dress, modestly cut at bosom and with skirt to her dimpled, suavely rounded knees, fleshtoned nylons, black suede pumps with only 2 1/2 inch heels. Her lustrous hair was coifed in a demure thick oval bun at the back of her neck, the hair pulled away at the front to leave her full higharching forehead bare. She wore almost no makeup save for pale-pink lipstick. Even her long curly lashes were natural, without the hint of mascara. Her aunt, a dour woman, was puritanical, and to this day, despite being twenty, Melissa Adams had not so much even been kissed by a member of the opposite sex-though by now she was secretly beginning to yearn for affection. Yet even so, the mere thought of undressing in front of a man and letting him put his prick into her tender pink cunthole made her blush furiously and bite her lips with the feeling that she was venturing into the scandalous and forbidden.
"Miss Adams?" Louise asked.
"Yes, I'm she. I-er-is-is Miss Anders in-she-she's expecting me."
"I know. Yes, she is. You're to come with me, please," Louise said primly and turned to lead to way down the hallway and thence to a butler's pantry at the end of the house. Then, opening a door, she showed Melissa the way down to the basement-dungeon. "She's down here, I'll take you to her," the red-haired teenager explained, and began to descent the stairs.
Melissa was more and more apprehensive as she went down the steps and found herself in a narrow hallway with several doors to her right and, directly in front of her, the main entry to the basement-dungeon. But Louise, who had her orders and knew perfectly well what she could expect if they were not carried out, left her no time for doubts or fears but ordered, "You're to go into this room, Miss, and put on the outfit Miss Anders has left for you. I'll stand outside and when you're ready, come out and I'll take you to her."
"All-all right," Melissa quavered as Louise opened the first door to her right. It was a small windowless room, with only a couch and a chair; on the chair lay a dress box. Louise closed the door behind her, and Melissa hurried over to the box and opened it. Then she gasped aloud with incredulity, and began to blush furiously, a trait which Deborah Anders had already marked with extreme relish as a sign that here was an ideal victim for her lesbian-domination.
Inside the box was a black silk tunic, extremely sheer, with very narrow shoulder-straps; a pair of yellow bobbysocks and a pair of dainty opentoe black pumps with low heels. Melissa stared at the outfit, and her blushes deepened; from outside, Louise, understanding the novice's surprise, called out, "You're to take everything off and put that on, and Miss Anders says to hurry."
With a groan of humiliation, the beautiful brown-haired virgin began to undress. When she was naked, her body was breathtaking; the flawless pink skin glistened under the single but very bright ceiling light fixture; the jouncy broad ovals of her magnificent ass, with their deep wide cleft between which gave access to both cunt and asshole; the sumptuous firm big-nippled, wide-aureoled closely set titties high on her lovely chest; the graceful rondures of her thighs and arms and dimpled shoulders, together with her exquisite heartshaped face made her mouthwatering indeed. At the tops of her superb thighs, the thick dark-brown muff of cunthair completely hid the soft fleshy lips of her virgin cunthole.
She put on the tunic and found that lowered just to hide her cuntmuff, leaving most of her bottom bare, the bobbysocks were a childish humiliation, and tears glistened in her eyes as she slipped on the pumps, then straightened and slowly walked to the door outside which Louise waited.
But another surprise awaited her; Louise now handed her a pair of black hornrimmed spectacles and crisply ordered, "Miss Anders says you're to put these on. Now I'll take you to her."
Hesitantly Melissa obeyed. At times she did wear glasses, a fact which the dominatress knew. Wearing them now and with her hair done up in the old-fashioned spinsterish bun contrasted violently with the exciting allure of her ripe young body in its immodest attire, and it was a contrast calculated to rouse Deborah's pussylust to its boiling point.
Louise now opened the dungeon door and, standing behind the stupefied young woman, gave her a little push forward. Melissa uttered a startled cry: her eyes had just seen the stocks, the pillory, the whipping bench and spanking stool, and then, standing near the dais, was Deborah Anders in a black bodysheath, with cutouts for her lipsticked nipples, gloved and booted, and holding in her right hand an old-fashioned black wooden hairbrush.
"Ohhhhh!" Melissa groaned when her eyes fixed on that menacing weapon of fustigation. Then, frantically, she glanced back at Louise, then faltered, "You-you promised nobody would know about this..."
"And I keep my promise. Louise is my housekeeper and servant, and I assure you she has no chance to gossip with outsiders," was the dominatress' brisk reply. "You look really delightful, Melissa. I take it you are ready for the punishment I promised you."
"Pl-please-c-can't she go away? I-I'm ready, I-I'll take it, only please send her away," Melissa pleaded, blushes setting their fiery mark on her cheeks and temples, even to her dainty little ears.
"No, Melissa. The time has come for you to make amends for your disgraceful work." Deborah languidly moved over to the whipping bench, seated herself, then beckoned to the shamefaced young woman: "Now come over here and put yourself over my lap for a good sound spanking."
"I-I beg of you-"
"What's this? Do you want to be discharged without a reference? Do you, Melissa?" was the immediate threatening counter.
With a sob of despair, crushed, the young woman slowly made her way towards the bench. Deborah, impatient to have the luscious virgin at her mercy, seized her by a wrist and dragged the gasping beauty across her lap. In that maneuver, Melissa's scanty tunic hiked up, exposing the splendid fleshy-firm, satiny pinksheened ovals of her voluptuous ass, as well as the intimate pink nook framed by the thick curls of dark-brown cunthair, and the lascivious ambery-rosy groove at whose end was the rosette of her virgin asshole.
"Ohh please-please-n-not like this," Melissa was nearly in tears, and twisted her face round to the dominatress.
Deborah Anders made a sign; at once Louise came forward, seized Melissa's wrists and squatted down to face the anguished captive, who uttered a cry of alarm and tried to struggle. Meanwhile, the imperatrix very calmly rolled back the tunic to expose that marvelous quivering, tightening ass and the lower back of her delectable victim, tucked her left arm round the young woman's waist, and, lifting the hairbrush, posed it greedily over the flinching assglobes. Then down it came with an angry, crisp Thwackk and Melissa uttered a squeal of distress and kicked up both feet, flailing them wildly in the air. A bright pink splotch marred the smooth virginal satin of that hitherto virgin ass, thus exposed and condemned for the very first time to the pain and ignominy of corporal chastisement!
Chapter Five
Slowly and methodically, Deborah Anders applied the hairbrush, alternating on the sumptuous ovals of Melissa Adams' velvety bare ass. First right, then left. After the initial spanks to each summit which left flaming marks, she continued the correction by beginning at the tops of the young woman's wriggling bare hips and working down to the base, then ascending to the tops. Melissa strove frantically to be brave and take her punishment without making a spectacle of herself. But she had never before been subjected to such burning pain, and this, together with the intense humiliation of having the younger girl hold her hands and watch her suffering, as well as the shockingly immodest exposure of her ripe, womanly body, soon drew wails and cries of suffering, interspersed with abject, sobbing appeals to be let off: "Ahrr-ohh, ohh M-Miss Anders, for G-God's sake, stop now! I-I promise I'll work very hard and be a good waitress, I promise I won't-oowwwwooouuuuuu!! Oh, it hurts, it hurts so, I beg of you, do please stop, I've learned my lesson, I won't make mistakes-ahrrrrreeeeeeouuuu!! Ohh, not there, ohh how it hurts-do stop, I beg of you to stop, Miss Anders."
By thirty spanks, Melissa's wonderful virginal ass was everywhere marked, from the tops of her hips to the base of her oval bottomglobes, with burning red marks left by the resolute impact of the smooth-surfaced hairbrush on her tender virgin flesh. Her kicks grew more frantic, and she tried to twist, wriggle and roll off Deborah's lap, but the latter, hissing a command to Louise to get a stronger grip on Melissa's wrists and warning her that she would take Melissa's place if she dared let go, tightened her left arm's grip round the supple naked waist of the brown-haired penitent and at last clamped her booted right leg over Melissa's struggling naked calves.
"Now, do you think you can obey me when I give you an order, young lady?" Deborah paused, pressing the hairbrush tightly against the shadowy groove between the throbbing, flaming naked asscheeks of her beautiful victim.
Melissa's exquisitely poignant face-to which the spectacles added the most piquant nuance-was twisted with suffering; her nostrils dilated and clenched convulsively, her soft mouth was pitiably tremulous, her eyes were drowned with tears which rivuleted down her crimson cheeks, and her hips weaved and squirmed restlessly, the very feeling of that dreadful hairbrush pressed against her defenseless, tortured naked ass sufficient to rouse in her the most frantic desire to do anything to stop this torment to which she was so unused.
"Y-yes-ohh! I-I'll do anything you want, just pl-please d-don't sp-spank any more," she sobbed.
"I'm going to test your obedience, Melissa. If you fail, you can look forward to much more than that mild spanking," Deborah purred as she released her grip of the sobbing young woman. "Now stand up, take off that tunic."
Melissa staggered to her feet, and at once began to rub her bottom furiously, forgetting the indecent exposure which revealed the thick hairy muff of her cunt to the enraptured dominatress. Then, bursting into tears, she dragged off the tunic, let it fall.
Deborah also rose, and taking the sobbing naked beauty by the wrist, led her to the dais and made her mount it. Next, she was ordered to kneel astride the teakwood block. The dominatress made a sign, and Louise, who had been rehearsed in advance, hastened to bring white felt cords with which she tied Melissa's ankles to the rings set in the dais. Next, in spite of Melissa's piteous pleas not to be tied up this way, she proceeded to bind Melissa's wrists together, and made the cord fast to a ring set in front of the block. Finally, she bound the kneehollows and attached the ends of these two cords to similar rings set in the dais. Now Melissa was posed in the most lascivious way imaginable: on her knees, the black punishment block spreading her thighs so that the thick curls of her cunthair parted to expose the exquisite vista of her maiden twat; her bubbies heaving wittily and tautened because of this posture, and, behind, the wonderful full ovals of her matchless ass-scarlet and swollen from the hairbrush's kisses-lewdly distended so that the bumhole groove was obscenely displayed... thus access to the most tender regions of her virgin body was accentuated.
At a sign, Louise mounted the dais, and then took off her frock, Melissa, even through her tears, could see the indecent cling and outline of the fleshtoned rubber latex sheath Louise wore, and then gasped as her vision cleared enough to perceive the dark-red muff of pussyhair exposed in the cutout of this sheath at the crotch, Louise now took her place right in front of the sobbing young woman, while Deborah Anders, seizing the persuader, positioned herself behind the victim.
"Now, Melissa," she hissed sibilantly, "you are going to kiss and lick and suck Louise's pussy!"
"OH NOOO! OH I COULDN'T EVER DO SUCH A FILTHY THING!" Melissa shrieked in consternated horror.
But instantly the persuader flicked out, and the probing, tapering little thongs sent their keen tips right into the shadowy furrow between her scarlet assglobes. Melissa's body wrenched and twisted violently and a wild scream of pain tore from her. "AHRRRRRRREEEOUUUUU! Oh for dear God's sake, not there, oh stop, stop!"
"You shall have it there till you do what I tell you to," came the imperatrix's gloating reply, and a second whisking cut of the persuader sent the tips of the thongs right up into the unprotected gaping cunthole.
"EEEEEYAHHRRRRROUUUWOUUUUUUUAHH!!!!" Melissa's prolonged shriek was maddened, piercing, as she writhed and jerked frenziedly to get free, her beautiful titties bounding with the maddened effort, while her flaming assglobes jiggled in the most lubricious gyrations imaginable.
"You had better obey, my girl, because I intend to whip you there till you do," was Deborah's sadistic promise, and a third stinging cut of the persuader followed, this one flicking right against the pouting pink rosette of Melissa's quaking asshole.
Frantic with shame and suffering, poor Melissa tried valiantly to hold out against complying with this demeaning and degrading order, but half a dozen more flicks into her cunt and asshole at last broke her courage, and she screamed,' "AHRRROH, STOP, NO MORE, I'll do it, only give me time, Oh God, you're killing me!"
"Quickly then, young lady!" Still another deft flick of the persuader shot up between Melissa's straddled bare pink thighs and found its luscious cunt target, till at last the unfortunate victim plunged her face forward, while Louise, giggling, reached over to plunge her fingers in the young woman's thick bun of dark-brown hair and arched her loins out to the virgin's salutation.
"I want to hear those kisses and that sucking, Melissa," Deborah's voice was husky with passion, as she added a light flick of the persuader across the swollen cheeks of Melissa's burning naked ass.
"Eeeyahhrr-ouu y-yes-ahh-mffghhh-ughh-slush-slurp-smackkk-ahh-I-I'm d-doing it-oh pl-please-oh don't w-whip me any more, please-slushh-smackkk-mffhghghgughh-smackk-" Melissa panted tearfully as she kissed and licked and sucked.
"Enough!" Deborah Anders suddenly ordered, furiously envious of Louise. "Now, Melissa, if you are willing to do that to Louise, who is my slave, will you do it even more lovingly to me-or do I have to whip you a little more-this time on those fine big titties of yours and well in between your naked legs?"
"Oh, noo, I'll do it, Pl-please don't whip me, I'll do whatever you say," Melissa babbled hysterically.
"Very well, we'll see. Take the persuader, Louise dear, and get behind her. If she doesn't perform capably, I'll let you know when to whip her."
Now Deborah replaced the redhead, who went behind the weeping captive, whip in hand. Arrogantly unfastening the gussetstrap to expose the furry black muff of her cunt, she reached out and loosened the bun of Melissa's hair to let the dark-brown tresses stream down the young woman's shuddering, beautifully dimpled, hollowed back. "Now begin," she murmured throatily, stepping up to the captive.
Without more ado, Melissa, closing her eyes, pressed her trembling mouth to Deborah's cunt and began to gam her. Deborah murmured explicit instructions: "Not so fast, dear... ah, that's better.. now find my button with your tongue, that's lovely, now rub it back and forth, then press it back in and let it pop out-keep doing that-oh, you sweet bitch you, I'll teach you how to please me, never fear."
Half an hour later, after Melissa had been released from the torture block and given a glass of brandy to revive her for the ensuing orgy, Deborah drew the weeping young woman onto her lap and cuddled one of her titties, while she made Melissa kiss her on the mouth and then delve in her soft pink tongue. "Now, darling, for the test of courage. I'm going to spank Louise too for being naughty, and you will share her ordeal-no wait, don't protest, or it will be worse for you, angel. Whenever you feel you want to love me, tell me so, and use all the naughty words you can think of."
A few moments later, Louise, who had been obliged to remove her latex bodysheath and wore now only pumps, found herself tied down over the spanking stool, wrists and ankles tightly strapped. Melissa, naked but for pumps and bobbysocks, sat in the stocks, wrists and ankles locked in the top pair and bottom pair of holes respectively, her scarlet ass bearing down cruelly on the spike-studded stool.
Deborah, removing her cuirass, and being naked but for boots and gloves, armed herself with the leather paddle, and began with Louise, counting aloud till she had given the weeping redhead twenty spanks. Then, returning to the terrified Melissa, she applied ten very slowly spaced spanks, five to the ripest sector of each bottomcheek, and then paused: "Now, young lady, do you have anything to say to me?"
Melissa was crying so hard she could hardly speak, but a wicked pinch at the base of her left asscheek reminded her of her obligation and the danger in shirking it. "eeeooouahrrr-I'll talk, I'll talk," she wailed, trying to arch her burning ass off the diabolical stool. "I-I want to love you-"
Smackk! Smackk! Twice the leather paddle, flashed out, each time landing on the ripe summit of the right asscheek. "I said to use naughty words, you pretty bitch, now obey!" Deborah snarled.
Then she added a third spank which flattened over both clenching, swollen tortured assglobes.
"EEEEEYAHRRR! I WANT TO SUCK AND LICK AND LOVE YOU UP, I WANT TO KISS YOUR PUSSY, I WANT TO RUB MY PUSSY AGAINST YOURS, PLEASE LET ME DO IT, MISS ANDERS!" Melissa screamed, inspired by the pain and the fear of even more.
"And you shall, darling, all you like," Deborah crooned tenderly, as she released the naked sufferer and, an arm round her shoulders, led her, half-fainting, out of the dungeon and up the stairs to her mirrored bedroom with the huge low double bed. No sooner did she clamber into bed than Melissa, with a moan of eagerness, turned to her and, wriggling against Deborah, began to cuntrub, while her tongue feverishly probed the dominatress' mouth.....
Melissa Adams is one of the best waitresses in the Clorby system. It has been a year since her punishment, and, with the death of her aunt two months ago, she moved in with her beloved mistress. She looks forward with ecstatic joy to the summons to the dungeon where she shares with red-haired Louise the cruel caprices of the lesbian imperatrix. She seeks always to endure more and more pain to prove her worthiness so that Deborah Anders will prefer her cuntrubbing and muffdiving in bed to that of her red-haired younger rival.
