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 The Adventures of Karen - Part 23 - Discussion

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   Greta watched the two naked and exhausted girls make their way into the
corridor leading to their quarters.  She knew that, having given the broad
hint, that the two girls would soon be sharing a shower together.  She got
up and moved quickly to the room that controlled all of the video systems
within the house and dungeon.

   Settling down, she selected the view down the corridor and managed to
catch a glimpse of Karen and Lisa just going together into Lisa's room.

   As soon as she was sure that they were safely inside, she operated the
remote door lock.

   Karen heard the slight click and turned around quizzically.

   `What was that?'

   `Sounded like the door being locked to me.' Lisa murmured, her voice
still hoarse from her earlier noisy orgasms.  `You know what that means of
course?'

   `N-no, not really.' Karen was puzzled, wondering if this was another
trick being played on them as a prelude for more torments.

   `Easy really!  Mistress has locked us in together.  That means that she
will allow us to spend the night together.' With that Lisa turned to Karen
and threw her arms around her neck as her lips eagerly sought Karen's.

   `Later, my dear, sweet, Lisa, later.' Karen was equally impatient but
she felt that a refreshing shower would be the best way to start an
enjoyable experience with her friend.  `Let's' have a shower together and
take things from there.'

   `Oh yes!  Ohmigod, I want you so much!' Lisa pulled away from Karen and
led her into the shower area, before she turned the water to the hottest
setting.



   In her control room Greta smiled at the image of the two girls.  She
adjusted the cameras to give her the best views of the shower and the bed
and set up a couple of video recorders.  There was no need to sit and
watch, there would be plenty of time, later, when she could view the tapes
in her own bedroom with Karl lying at her side.

   Before she left the room she had a quick glance at the male cells.  Ken
was lying quietly and, as was so often the case, gently stroking his cock.
As far as Greta could tell it was more by force of habit, or boredom,
rather than any attempt to obtain pleasure.  Certainly he did not have the
more fixed expression that he normally adopted during his masturbation
sessions before an audience.

   Thinking of the possibilities of audience entertainment, participation
even, she looked into Andy's cell.  With the shutter down between the two
cells he had taken time to shower and then lie down on his bed.  Greta was
not surprised, in fact she was quite pleased, to see that he had made
himself comfortable and was gently stroking one of the spike heeled shoes
that she had thoughtfully provided for Ken to entrap him.  How foolish he
was if he did not realise that his every move could be monitored.  Foolish
or not, she decided that his room should also be taped over the next few
hours.  She switched on another recorder, and listened to the gentle whirr
of the machines in the quiet of the room.

   Thank goodness for technology!  At least Karl and his manufacturing
businesses could provide the highest quality, state of the art, equipment
for their private enterprises.

   Stretching herself she stood up and moved towards the door.  It was time
to discuss with Karl the choice of guests for the party and, much more
interesting, to plan, in her own mind, the entertainment.  Hopefully, she
thought, Karl will be nearer to setting up the on-line business as well. 
That would be a new challenge that would be welcome.  The thought of
sharing her slaves with countless others, and catering for other tastes,
perhaps more perverse than her own, excited her.



   Greta walked into the spacious study that Karl used for much of his
business activities and settled comfortably on a long, well padded, couch.

   `Well, my dear, what have you to report?  Have we finalised our guest
list yet, or are there any outstanding problems?' Greta was very aware that
their gatherings were exclusive and they always made sure that their
guests, even though they were well known to them, were checked before any
invite was issued.  Once or twice in the past they had been badly let down,
seriously embarrassed by guests who had brought with them companions,
slaves, who were not acceptable to them.  Sadly, one of their best friends
had let them down a few months earlier when they had brought a couple of
slaves, one male and one female, who were both clearly much too young and
Karl had had to ask them to leave before any activities could be started in
the dungeon.  Greta and Karl had always made it very clear to all of their
guests that, although the presence of their slaves was always welcomed,
they never wanted anyone under the age of 21 and preferably a little older.
Or much older, Greta thought smiling.

   `Well, there is one small problem which we need to discuss.  Jeff and
Marie want to bring their latest acquisition with them.  She is apparently
well trained although they have been working with her, ha, on her, I should
say, for less than three months.'

   `Oh yes, so what is the problem?' Greta was suspicious, although Jeff
and Marie were well known to her and they had always been most trustworthy
in the past.

   `Well, really, it's only a matter of age.....'

   Greta stopped Karl in mid-sentence.  `You know our rules, and we
shouldn't make exceptions.  Explain!'

   `It's not too bad, my dear, not too bad', Karl attempted to soothe
Greta, `she will be 21 in less than a months time and I think that we
should make a special exception here.' He went to outline the
possibilities.

   Greta agreed, with some degree of enthusiasm, to the proposals.  As Jeff
and Marie had planned things they were going to have a particularly
pleasurable demonstration.  She looked forward to it!

   `You know, my dear, perhaps we should send everyone on our list another
copy of our rules.' Greta felt that this would be a useful thing to do. 
`After all, it is over a year since we last reminded everybody, and we
don't want any more slip-ups do we?'

   Karl nodded his agreement.  `Certainly not my dear, leave it to me.' He
ran over their house rules again in his mind.  No-one under twenty-one.  No
blood drawn or permanent physical damage, which obviously precluded any
piercing and such like, not to mention over enthusiastic beatings.  Karl
himself, as a child, had been savagely beaten at times and he had no wish
to see that sort of damage inflicted on others.  In that, he shared with
Greta, a strongly held view that none of their activities should ever
involve young people, one reason why they strictly enforced their age
limit. As for any animal involvement, they were absolutely and totally
banned, both he and Greta found the thought abhorrent, although they
accepted that some people, perhaps, had different views.  That was it, he
thought, as Greta spoke to him again.

   `Don't forget to explain that we will only tolerate anal activities as
far as the use of butt plugs and similar insertions.  There are always
problems if someone wants to have full intercourse in that way, and we have
enough variety here anyway.' Greta smiled at her husband.  `Oh, yes, don't
forget that includes the scat stuff too, we don't want a repetition of the
trouble we had last year with those people.' Greta referred to an occasion
when one of their trusted guests had brought along a friend of their own,
visiting from overseas, who had wanted to introduce a new practice into the
dungeon.

   `Of course my dear, you are absolutely correct.  By the way what is our
attitude on golden showers, er, watersport?  Have you any ideas before we
get this lot printed out?'

   `No, I think you know my views.  I don't really want to see people being
pissed on myself, but I am happy, more than happy, to see our slaves
humiliated by having to urinate in public.  Looking at the females is
always, so, shall we say, interesting.  As for the men, well, you know how
shy they all are, so yes, we should not object if and when the topic
arises.'

   `Any other problems my dear.' Greta was happy now that the issue of the
age of the new slave had been satisfactorily resolved.  After all, by the
next time she would be likely to be brought, she would be over the magical
age anyway.  And, if all went well with Karl's plan, she was sure that
there would be a next time.

   `None at all.  I think if you care to look at the list and see what
everyone is planning you will be quite happy.' Karl passed over a bundle of
files to Greta, who began to read them with interest.  She always took a
great interest in this part of the invitation process.  It was one of the
better ideas that Karl had introduced.  For every party they had they
always drew up a list of possible attendees and then arranged for discreet
checks to be made before they, in turn, asked each couple who they would
bring, and, more important, what they proposed as their contribution to the
weekend entertainment.

   Greta turned to the first file, Jeff and Marie.  The reports were all as
she had expected, they had been well acquainted for a long time and she did
not expect to find any real problems.  They had a particular taste for
inflicting humiliation, verbal as well as physical, on their chosen slaves,
and, as Greta well knew, they were very versatile in their efforts.  She
had once lost a bet with Karl and he had offered her to Jeff and Marie for
them to use as they pleased for 24 hours.  It was an experience that she
would never forget, but an experience that, perhaps, one day, she would
like to try again.  Enough of those dreams, she thought, and turned her
attention back to the file.  There was the small problem of age here it
seemed, but that had been resolved.., They had recently released their long
term slave, as their agreement had come to an end.  They were a couple who
always insisted on some form of contract with their submissives and always
allowed for a mutual separation if such a request ever came up.  Greta knew
that they had been without a slave for some months and she had not been
aware that they had finally resolved the problem.  The fact that Jeff
worked, at a managerial level, for Karl meant that the menfolk had often
chatted, but they always observed a strict separation of business and
pleasure.  This report was the first indication that they had found a
replacement.  The new female was called Alix, a tall, slim blonde,
acceptable in every way, other than the fact she was just short of her
21st. Karl's earlier explanation had satisfied Greta and now she was
curious to see what else the girl had to offer.  Apart from being well
acquainted with the pleasures of the flesh, of leather and restraint, it
appeared that she had not yet realised that slaves were just that. 
Property to be shared and used, by their owners and by their owner's
friends.  This weekend would be her initiation into that realm, and after
the event planned for her, she was being offered to Greta to use as she
wished.  Greta passed the file back to Karl with an approving nod.

   The next file, Ron and Agnes, was quite slim.  They had always brought
their current slave with them, at the moment they were holding a pleasant,
athletic male called Peter, who, according to the information available had
`some interesting features'.  He was clearly well used to being displayed
and, as Agnes worked as a designer for the Leather Goods firm that Ron
owned, he was always likely to be dressed in one of her latest creations.
Greta was well aware that the couple ran their business at two levels with
one, the public image, being devoted to a successful retail operation
specialising in bikers wear and in more general female fashion items. 
Their other venture was more discreet, by mail order or personal
recommendation, and that specialised in custom made bondage wear and a
large, very large, Greta thought grimly, variety of restraint equipment. 
They had planned to bring several new items with them and the thought of
having a chance to see Karen modelling in some new, as yet, unsoftened
leather, leather that retained its stiffness, appealed to Greta.  She
always liked the use of leather that had become supple through intensive
use but there was an undeniable pleasure in testing the reactions of a
slave against the firmer caress of freshly cut leather, stiff and hard.  As
she read through the notes Greta recalled how Agnes liked to treat any
females in her control.  She had always shown a particular skill, and had
enjoyed considerable pleasure, when she tried out her various ideas for
breast and nipple torment.  Greta recalled that in the past Lisa had been a
firm favorite and she wondered just how much she, or perhaps Karen, would
have to endure this time.

   Greta turned the next file, which recorded the details about Dave and
Lucy.  This couple were particularly interested in the use of rubber and
latex as a means of both domination and humiliation, but they were always
welcome for another reason, almost unique in Greta's experience.  The
`owned' a married couple some years older than themselves who they used to
amuse and entertain themselves and others within their circle of friends.
Greta frowned as she tried to recall some of the details of the
relationship.  Dave had worked with Allan for a number of years in some
sort of high tech engineering constancy and the two had been firm friends.
During a conversation one day Allan had revealed that his wife, Joy, was
becoming less interested in sexual matters, at least with him.  He
suspected that she was ignoring him and was having an affair, perhaps a
series of affairs, that gave her satisfaction but left him feeling
frustrated.  Dave had discussed this with Lucy and they had decided to
reveal their penchant for having, using, submissive people to provide their
own pleasures and they suggested that Allan could introduce Joy and take
things from there.  It had apparently been a fairly difficult task until
they had fully ensnared Joy, and by that time Allan had himself begun to
find that he too relished a role where he could be humiliated.  The end
result was that, while both couples were outwardly normal, in private,
Allan and Joy served as playthings for their friends, and Allan, far from
having recovered his normal sexual relationships with his wife had been
reduced to helping her widen her own range of acquaintances.  Greta was
amused at the thought of how Dave had changed his roles.  He had taken some
time to achieve his purpose but now, Greta was aware, he had trained Allan
to act as a form of procurer for his own wife, and was expected, not only
to watch and assist her in her debauches, but also to collect payment for
her services.  This latter, Greta thought, was the ultimate humiliation. 
Allan had to pimp for his wife, he had to watch her being used, by men or
women, or both, and then he had to ask, or sometimes beg, for the payment
due.  Joy in her turn, whilst at least having a degree of pleasure, was,
perhaps none to subtly humiliated in her realisation that, in the final
analysis, she was no more than a whore, a prostitute.  Definitely a couple
worth knowing, Greta thought, looking forward to the latest machinations
that Dave and Lucy had planned for their submissive coupe.

   The final file, Mike and Wendy, was the thinnest of all.  Mike was a
relatively new member of the circle and he and his wife had not attended
many gatherings.  However, they had got an interesting pet, a tall slim
girl with short cropped hair who was actively bisexual.  Elaine was, or at
least had been, a member of the local police department but, for reasons
that never became public, she had been dismissed the service.  As far as
Greta could deduce she and a fellow female officer had been making
enthusiastic use of a cell and using their regulation handcuffs on any
suitably nubile female prisoner who came across their path until such time
as they could be seduced by one or other of them.  The whole scandal had
been hushed up to some extent and her fellow officer, after her dismissal,
had moved well away from the district.  Elaine, in her search for
employment had been interviewed by Mike for a post as a security officer at
his small engineering firm and, despite her lack of references, had been
offered the job.  It was only later that Mike had revealed that he knew her
whole history and the fact that the last girl they had tried to seduce was
in fact a younger sister of his wife Wendy.  On the threat of public
embarrassment, Elaine had agreed to become a slave to Mike and his wife and
to provide them both with sexual services on demand.  As they had got her
further enmeshed they had begun to use her to test their ideas on
restraint, using devices and equipment that they had devised themselves and
had had fabricated in their workshop.  Such was the success of their work
that they had, rather like Ron and Agnes, developed a flourishing mail
order business supplying and making equipment for like minded enthusiasts
across the country.  Greta smiled as she read the notes.  Wendy was a
particularly nice person and she had formed a firm friendship with her and
her husband.  The fact that Mike had particular skills in metal working
meant that he was yet another person who she and Karl could use in their
private pleasures.

   `Well, they all seem to be fine to me my dear.' Greta smiled at her
husband as she returned the files.  `Everyone seems to be behaving and your
check-ups have proved that.  Let's hope that your investigator never lets
us down.'

   `No fear on that point ,my dear, I trust her absolutely, and if there
was the slightest hint of trouble, I think we could use her as a specimen
to test out some of the more serious floggers that we never seem to use.'
Karl smiled, as he looked at Greta.  `In any case, don't forget that we
have some very incriminating tapes of him as security.'

   Greta nodded, thankful that the sophisticated equipment that her
husband's, no, their, business manufactured was used for their own
protection as well as to make a healthy, a very healthy, profit.

   `Now, my dear, it's getting late, I suggest we retire to the bedroom. 
You might just like to look at the latest tapes of slaves Lisa and Karen. I
left the machine running before I came up here.' Greta smiled sexily, `
After all, who knows, you might just get turned on by their antics!'

   `Ha!  And you won't, I suppose my dear?' Karl was well aware of his
wife's deep interest in anything remotely describable as erotic or
pornographic.



   A short time later Greta lay naked on the bed with her equally naked and
freshly showered husband.  Karl slid his arm around her shoulders and
brought her towards him so that she could embrace and kiss him full on the
lips.  After a few moments of this, Greta pulled away, never truly happy
when she had to kiss her husband, or, indeed, any male.

   `Patience, dearest!  Let's just look at what our video has captured
tonight.' Greta sat up and manipulated the remote control, which was linked
in turn to the master viewing room.  Just like interactive satellite, Greta
thought to herself as she selected the correct tape and rewound it in
readiness.  `OK, there we are, this is the one I started when I left slaves
Karen and Lisa in Lisa's room.  I don't suppose the recording in the shower
will be much use, I expect the room got pretty steamy.' Greta chuckled at
her little joke.  `We can always check that tape later but I thought we'd
just concentrate on the bedroom.  Is that all right with you my dear?'



   Greta settled back on the bed, nestling against Karl's nakedness, and
feeling the first signs of his arousal pressing against her lower back.

   For several minutes the tape revealed the empty and unruffled bed,
although there were muffled voices as the girls happily washed and dried
themselves in the shower area.  As Greta as suspected, the room was clouded
with steam and it had taken the air conditioning a little time before it
had cleared so that they could see the naked girls about to enter the
bedroom.

   Karen came into the room leading Lisa by the hand.  Both girls were
glowing and they had made some minimum effort to tidy their hair, making
themselves look both vulnerable and attractive.  Greta felt herself flush a
little as she looked at their nakedness and their gently bobbing breasts as
they walked across the room.  Karl easily gave his own emotions away as his
erection strengthened and pushed relentlessly against Greta.

   `In a moment, my dear, in a moment.' Greta was impatient with her
husband.  She wanted to watch more of the action in the distant room and
was determined that her husbands energetic thrustings and moanings would
not spoil her concentration.

   Karl responded by attempting to enter Greta from behind, thrusting his
cock urgently against her slick, engorged labia.

   `Here my dear, let me hold your hardness in my hand, I know you like
that.' Greta moved away and slipped her hand down and held her husbands
throbbing cock firmly in her hand.  `Just look and learn.  You know that I
always tell you that us girls are so much better than men.  You might pick
up some good ideas, slave Karen seems to be quite an experienced lover.'
Greta felt the familiar flush as she recalled her pleasant experiences with
Karen a few hours ago.

   Both concentrated on the screen as Karen sat on the edge of the bed and
pulled Lisa down beside her.  She slipped her arm around her shoulders and
pulled her head towards her.  Karen stared into her eyes and then planted
an open mouthed kiss onto Lisa's waiting lips.  The kiss seemed to linger
almost timelessly as the girls maintained contact at the same time as they
gently ran their hands over each others body.

   Finally, Karen pulled away and pushed Lisa flat on her back.  For the
first time the speaker crackled into life, breaking the silence that had
continued from the moment the girls had entered the bedroom.

   `Now, dear, dear Lisa, I want you to lie there and let me make love to
you.  I want you to relax and let me take control of you.' Karen murmured
in a low voice as she stared directly into Lisa's eyes.

   Lisa lay still and moved her legs slightly apart as she felt Karen's
hands begin to caress her long smooth legs.  Teasingly Karen moved her
hands down to the smooth bare feet and began to knead each one, gently
teasing each bare sole and holding each bare foot up to her lips.  Lisa
looked at Karen and muttered something too quietly to be heard clearly.

   `Only if you beg, only if you beg.' Karen had obviously understood and
was tormenting Lisa.

   `Please Karen, I'm begging you to suck my toes, please.' This time she
could be clearly heard.  Karen appeared to be more than happy to oblige and
spent several minutes gently sucking each toe before she began to run her
tongue up the inside of each leg and then kiss Lisa behind each knee.

   Lisa was finding herself unable to resist wriggling and, soundlessly,
she was trying to urge Karen to bring her questing tongue higher and
higher. Slowly, so slowly, Karen began to lick up the tender, sensitive,
inner thighs until she reached the smoothly shaven labia.

   `You like, Lisa, you like?' Karen sat up and looked at Lisa, a faint
smile playing about her lips.

   `God, yes, don't stop now!' Lisa was desperate for the delicate and
sensitive stimulation to continue.

   Karen bent her head down and began to lightly run her tongue along the
narrow slit between Lisa's engorged labia.  As she did so it became clear
that the moisture was not solely from Karen's probing tongue and, as the
tongue reached the delicate bud of Lisa's clitoris, it was apparent that
she was indeed beginning to produce copious amounts of her sweet tasting
juices.  Karen was eagerly lapping them up, allowing her face to become
covered in the musky slickness before she moved up and kissed Lisa on the
lips, neatly giving her an intimate taste of her own arousal.

   Greta was watching entranced at the technique, Karen was showing herself
to be a truly sensitive lover, taking each step gently and unhurriedly. 
She was certainly becoming ever more desirable to Greta as she tightened
her hand around Karl's rigid erection.  As she did so she became aware of
sticky feeling of pre-cum on his swollen glans.  Karl was obviously aroused
and it was becoming equally obvious that he was struggling to control
himself.

   `Please my dear, please, stop the tape and let me fuck you now.  We can
always watch it later.' Karl whispered in his wife's ear.

   Greta was reluctant to take her eyes off the screen, where Karen had
just moved her attentions back to Lisa's glistening labia.  Karen began
extending her tongue so that the tip made just the lightest contact with
the emerging bud of Lisa's clitoris.  With the sensation Lisa began bucking
her hips towards the probing tongue as she begged for more.  Slowly Karen
began to push her tongue around the swelling, protruding, bud making Lisa
moan loudly.

   Entranced by the sight Greta took her hand off her husbands cock and
began to finger herself, to finger her own soaking loins.

   Freed from restraint Karl moved urgently and grabbed the remote control
off the side of the bed and switched the tape off.

   `Now, damn you now!' Karl began t straddle Greta's naked form.  `Now,
let me fuck you, bitch.' His actions began to match his words as he pushed
with his muscular legs and opened Greta wide to his throbbing red and
bulging cock.  With one thrust he brutally entered Greta, sliding easily
and deeply on the copious fluids which were oozing from within.

   Greta made an attempt to stop him, she was more than sufficiently
aroused and she wanted to be fucked, and fucked long and hard, but this was
too soon.  She wanted to watch and savor more of Karen's love making before
allowing Karl to indulge himself.

   `No, stop, wait just a little longer, please, my dear.' Greta made a
despairing plea to Karl who merely grunted and continued to thrust rapidly
into Greta's softness.

   Greta decided to relax and to enjoy his wildness.  While she did
desperately want to watch the two girls, while she actually preferred
female love, there was always a time when she had to give in to her other
instincts and to indulge in raw passion with a man, any man in fact,
although her husband was generally the nearest and most suitable male.

   She lay there feeling the full strokes, the almost complete withdrawal
followed by the complete and total penetration, as they increased in
intensity.  Despite herself she raised her legs up on either side of her
body until her knees were nudging against her husbands shoulders and her
ankles were crossed behind his back locking his bucking body close to hers.

   Soon, all too soon, she felt Karl slow his pace, withdraw slowly and
then thrust his cock deep inside her as it pulsed and began to ejaculate
his thick cream onto her cervix.  As he eased away Greta released her legs
from around his body and gently fingered her clit.  As so often happened
she had only just begun to achieve a full and releasing orgasm as Karl
finished his exertions and she had no qualms about giving herself the
ultimate release.

   Karl knelt with his softening cock slowly slipping out of Greta's liquid
cunt as he watched her fingers frantically strumming her clit, using globs
of his escaping cum as an additional and welcome lubricant to her efforts.

   Finally, with an ecstatic scream Greta reached her own overwhelming
orgasm.

   Karl pulled away and they lay side by side their sweat soaked bodies
touching.

   `Didn't I manage to make you cum my dear?' Karl asked the unnecessary
question.

   `No, but then you rarely do, do you!' Greta was exasperated.  There was
no question that she enjoyed, needed, a regular and vigorous fucking by a
man, any man she thought again, but, above all she need her orgasms.  It
seemed to her that the main provider of orgasms was either herself or
another female.

   She lay thinking, going over the scenes from the video in her mind and
feeling more arousal, almost time for another orgasm.  As she fingered
herself again she corrected her earlier thoughts.  No, there was an
exception, there was a man who could, and always did, give her a series of
mind-numbing orgasms.  She would have to arrange to get into with him soon.

   Very soon!

   Yes, that was it, she would do it very soon indeed.

   After all Ken was only a matter of minutes away from her as he slept in
his warm and comfortable cell.





   End of Part 23

   ...  watch out for the next Part!

   (c) Cathy P

   I hope you enjoyed this story - your pleasure is my pleasure!.  Let me
know what you have enjoyed, or, perhaps, didn't enjoy!  If you have ideas
for Karen, or any of the others, let me know - they're always willing to
learn!

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