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 The Adventures of Karen - Part 8 - Pleasing Mistress

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   As he pressed his face to Greta's soaking wet cunt, Andy wondered just
how she would taste.  He longed to push his tongue deep inside her.  He
knew that he could make her feel so good, if he made her wait for her
pleasure.  Just how long he could risk making her wait he didn't know. 
With Karen he would tease her relentlessly before finally placing his
tongue on her; this enhanced rather than decreased her pleasure, but would
the Greta wait for this?

   He was about to lean forward and start, when he heard Karl behind him.

   'Hands behind your back slave, you will not pleasure yourself!'

   Andy obeyed and felt cold metal cuffs snap into place, restraining him.
He would now have to make sure he did not lose his balance and fall.  He
could not help feeling that his task was being made difficult for him, to
ensure that he would fail in some way, and his cock twitched at the thought
of the punishment almost certainly already planned for him.

   He leaned forwards and placed his tongue gently on his Mistress' mound,
flicking it over her smoothness.  He slid his tongue across her to the
taut, soft skin at the top of her thigh.  Greta sighed with pleasure,
encouraging him to continue.  He slid his tongue back to the top of her
crease, feeling her raise her hips to him, urging him to her.  Suddenly he
felt her hand on his head, and felt it trying to move his head, his probing
tongue, to her engorged, moist lips, but he resisted.  A searing pain shot
through his ass, as the crop landed with it's first blow.

   'How dare you resist me, slave?' Greta cursed him.  'Remember that I own
you now!'

   Andy gulped as once again his new status was confirmed.

   'Now, continue with your task!'

   Knowing that he had sinned, feeling the stinging reminder on his cheeks,
Andy placed his tongue at the top of her slit, and ran it down across her
rigid clitoris, towards her hot tunnel.  As he reached his goal he felt its
protecting inner lips parting to his touch.  He flicked his tongue across,
darting it inside briefly, before running it back up to her swollen nubbin.
This time he concentrated his efforts on the sensitive flesh, flicking it
with his probing tongue, before sucking it into his mouth.

   Greta urged herself against him, beginning to react against his tongue.

   'Harder, faster, my slave, keep going....', Greta could barely speak.

   He heard her moan with delight.  Daring to release the engorged organ,
he pulled away slightly and gently nipped it with his teeth.

   The crop rained down with one, two, three, four blows.

   'Worthless slave, you have much to learn, but you, never, never cause me
pain!  Greta hurled her curses at him.  ' If I want pain I shall ask for
it, you may be sure.'

   Andy returned to his task and buried his tongue deep in the wet warm and
engorged slit, alternately flicking the clit, and thrusting his tongue into
the welcoming hole.  Finally he remained thrusting his rigid tongue eagerly
in and out of the wetness.

   Greta began to convulse with pleasure as Andy continued his assault.  As
the convulsing increased he withdrew his tongue and flicked yet again at
the clitoris, fully exposed from its shroud, and sucked as hard as he
could.

   'Oh yes, yes, yes, don't, don't stop' she stuttered, as he continued the
suction.  Finally she screamed out loud, and Andy knew that she had finally
cum.

   Still he continued to flick and suck her clit with his tongue, sending
her to her final crescendo of pleasure.

   'Aaaaaaah Ooooohhhhhhhhh Yessssssssss yesssssssss yessss!!!!' Greta
screamed.  In her ecstasy she pushed Andy over so that he fell onto his
manacled hands, lying helpless before her.  He heard her continuing moans
and was aware that even now Greta was strumming her own clit with frantic
fingers.  Hoping that he had not failed in his task he became aware of the
sweet salty taste of her on his lips, aware of his own throbbing erection.

   Finally the moans subsided, and Greta's heavy breathing eased.

   Karen, who had been watching transfixed, kneeling beside Lisa, marvelled
at how strongly Greta had cum.  Feeling an increased dampness between her
legs, Karen wondered when she would next receive such oral pleasures.  As
she watched, Greta stood, smoothed her dress, and walked over to Andy, who
remained laying on his back.

   'Get up slave!' Greta ordered, 'Stand before me.

   Andy struggled to his feet, not a simple task with his hands cuffed
behind his back.

   'You have pleased me with your tongue.  Better, even, than your Master
has done.' With this she placed a hand behind his neck and kissed him
softly and gently, flickering her tongue out and running them round his
lips.  Karen could see that Andy was resisting the temptation to respond,
and was pleased to see that he was starting to learn about this lifestyle.

   'You may kiss me back Andy.' Greta moved slightly.

   With this Andy thrust his tongue out to her kissing like two teenagers
on their first date.

   Andy felt Greta move her hand to his chest and lay her hand flat on it.
Andy enjoyed the contact and relaxed a little.  Suddenly Greta took his
nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted hard.  Andy was dragged
back to reality by the sharp intense pain, gasping out loud.  As she
released him he felt the pain throb and slowly subside.

   'An important lesson, slave, always expect the unexpected.' Greta
smiled, 'Now kneel before me, and await your punishment for your
misdemeanour last night.'

   Andy, who had almost forgotten his error, his forbidden masturbation,
did as she commanded, the short, sharp, shock of the pain in his nipple,
serving as a reminder to him.

   Karen watched this with fascination, knowing the feeling of that intense
pleasure pain to the nipples, something she had experienced many times
before.  What was in store for her now she wondered.  She did not have to
wonder for long, as Karl spoke to her.

   'Stand please, slave Karen, your next lesson is about to begin.  Lisa
has undergone this, and will assist me in it's progress.'

   As he spoke Karen got to her feet.

   'Follow me my dear, come and see what I have planned.'

   Karen followed a few feet behind Karl, until he stopped before a free
standing frame made of two wooden spars.  They were formed into an X-shape,
with leather cuffs and chains attached to each of the four ends. 
Completing the apparatus there was also what appeared to be a shorter,
narrower bar that jutted directly upwards from the mid-point of the X. 
Karen assumed, rightly, that this was to support her head, preventing any
movement at all, if and when her Mistress desired to restrain her even more
fully..

   Karen shivered at the thought of what was to come next, she had
experienced being tied to a wall by her husband, but had never used
anything quite like this before.  Something that allowed access from all
sides, and allowed a Master or Mistress to walk all around it.

   'Karen, I think you can see how this works!  Stand in position before
it. Lisa, come here girl.  Quickly!!'

   Lisa almost ran across from where she had been left kneeling, her bare
feet pattering on the floor as she did.

   'Good, now remove her shoes and strap her to the frame.  Don't take too
long about it, otherwise you will be punished instead, understand?'

   'Yes Master.' Lisa knelt at Karen's feet and unbuckled the spike heeled
sandals that she had been given to wear a few short hours ago.  As she slid
the left one off, Karen felt Lisa's hand caress her bare foot for a brief
moment.  She felt a tingle as she felt the touch.  She felt herself moisten
at the thought of Lisa kneeling, her lips touching her feet, and she hoped
desperately that one day, one day soon, she would be able to experience it.
Her other shoe was slipped off, again with just the slightest caress from
Lisa, and then she stood before Karen, and allowed herself to smile, as
they stood face to face.

   'Get on with it girl,' bellowed Karl 'what is wrong with you today?  You
want another ride on the horse?'

   'Sorry, Master, no Master' came the none too convincing reply.

   Lisa took Karen's right hand and held it up against the spar, strapping
the leather cuff round her wrist, holding it tight to the bar.  She
repeated the process with the left arm.  When that one, too, was shackled
in place, Karen's breasts were stretched a little, her nipples pointing
directly outwards.

   Lisa dropped to her knees once more, and shackled first Karen's right
foot, and then her left, to the spar.  Standing, she finally took a step
back to look at her handiwork.  Satisfied she turned towards the Karl and
bowed her head,

   'Good, now come here Lisa, and take this.'

   Karen couldn't see what Karl held in his hand, and took the time to flex
her muscles a little, and try to get herself more comfortable; she had a
feeling that she would be constrained for some time Her eyes focused back
on Karl and Lisa, and she was horrified to see that Lisa held a ball gag in
her hands, and was walking towards her with it.  Lisa moved round behind
Karen and strapped the gag in place, easing the ball into Karen's mouth. 
As she stood behind her she whispered, carefully, quietly, in Karen's ear.

   'I'm sorry, I like you a lot, I hope we can get to play soon.'

   Karen smiled inwardly at this, and vowed to make it happen if at all
possible.

   'Are you whispering again?' Karl shouted at Lisa.

   'N-n-no Master.'

   'Get here now.' Karl relaxed, 'On your knees and head to the floor.'

   Lisa ran across to kneel before him, and placed her forehead on the
floor as he had commanded, her ass sticking in the air.

   'Lisa will you never learn?' Karl was clearly angry.  'Not only do you
whisper, which you know is not allowed, but then you make it worse by lying
about it.  Well, what have you got to say??'

   'I am deeply ashamed Master, forgive me please.'

   Karl walked away and returned with a plain straight backed chair which
he sat on, and made himself comfortable.  In his hand Karen could see that
he held a broad leather paddle, and she shuddered at the thought of what
Lisa was to suffer.

   'Now come lie across my lap, as you have been shown before.'

   Without a word Lisa did as she was told, lying face down across his lap,
taking hold of the legs of the chair with each of her hands, and hooking
her ankles round the legs on the other side.

   'Before I start your punishment, I want to tell you that I was going to
let you join in with Karen's lesson.  I was going to let you do the things
I know you want to do to her.' Karl sadly shook his head, 'But you have
broken the rules again.  So once I have finished your punishment, you will
go and stand in the corner, where you will be able to hear what happens to
Karen, but not see it, or experience it.  Do you understand?'

   'Yes Master, I am sorry Master.' Lisa's voice was tinged with fear.

   'Now, are you ready for your punishment?'

   'Yes Master.'

   'As usual I want you to count the blows, and show some gratitude for
each one,' Karl raised his voice, ' understand me girl?'

   'Y-y-yes Master' came the tearful reply.

   Karl raised the paddle to own shoulder height, and it hovered there for
what seemed to Lisa like an eternity before it descended onto the smooth
round bare cheeks.

   'One, thank you Master!' Lisa shrieked.

   As he raised the paddle again, Karen could see the redness it had left
behind.  Again it came down on Lisa.

   'Two, thank you Master!'

   Karen looked across to where Andy was kneeling.  She could see that he
was fully erect, and knew that despite the blindfold, his imagination must
be running wild at the thought of what Lisa was suffering.  Greta was stood
by his side, her hand resting on the top of his head.  Her attention was
drawn back to Lisa, who was still receiving her punishment from the Karl.

   'Fifteen, thank you Master!' she yelped tearfully.

   Karen could see that her cheeks were red, very red indeed, and imagined
the warmth that Lisa must be feeling there now.  To her surprise she felt a
trickle of juice run down the inside of her naked thigh, and realised just
what an effect this whole scene was having on her.  She longed for further
release, and the aching, the yearning, in her cunt was building again. 
Karen looked across at Andy again and realised that he had seemed to have a
permanent erection for the whole time they had been in the cellar.  She
hoped for his sake that he would be relieved soon, and not by his own hand
either, for that would bring him further punishment.

   Her thoughts were disturbed by a scream from Lisa.

   'Twenty, thank you Master!'

   Karen doubted that she could take more than five blows from the paddle,
let alone twenty, and she hoped it would be over for Lisa soon.  Despite
her concern, she guessed that Lisa, like her and Andy, had been given a
safe word.  Clearly, Lisa had yet to reach her limit.

   As she watched Karl laid down the paddle, and caressed Lisa's scarlet
cheeks, soothing them, feeling their warmth.  He continued for a while,
Lisa sobbing as he did so, until finally he ordered her to move.

   'Go to your corner, you slut!

   Karen watched as Lisa walked to the corner, and stood facing the wall,
hands by her sides.  She turned her eyes back at the sound of approaching
footsteps, and saw Karl standing before her.

   'Now my dear we can start with your lesson, I am only sorry that Lisa
saw fit to misbehave,, he smiled evilly, 'I'm sure you would have loved her
to join me in training you!'



   End of part 8

   ...  watch out for the next Part!

   (c) Cathy P

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