The Ultimate Submission (Jacqueline's Story)
By Gato Medio

Chapter 9

[Foxy Lady]

Even before the result of the exams was published, I went
to visit a number Universities in Paris to see what
courses they offered and what my chances were of being
accepted on a scholarship. What was important to me,
apart from the curriculum, was the availability of
student accommodation at a price that wouldn't blow my
budget.

Ramon and I had discussed the possibility of me moving
into his apartment but had decided against it. I didn't
want to become completely dependent on him. We both
feared that the daily contact might have an adverse
effect on the attraction we felt for each other. Besides,
the apartment was also Ramon's place of work and I felt
that I might get in his way, just as his activities - I
still imagined that he spent most of his working life
amongst scantily-clad women - might interfere with my
studies. And finally, there was the risk that we might
not be able to keep our hands off each other all day
long, which would keep both of us from getting any work
done.

As soon as I had my exam result in my hands - it turned
out to be even better than I had hoped for - I went to
the University I had selected as my first option, the
_École Supérieur Sainte Denise_ and inscribed myself for
the course in architecture. My first choice of subject
had been psychology. I found Freud's theory that all
human actions are ultimately motivated by our sex drive
quite logical and had developed considerable awareness
and sensitivity in this area. But the problem with
psychology was that it didn't offer me a career path
which would lead reasonably quickly to a job with enough
income to sustain myself. So I went for my second choice,
architecture, but continued to keep myself informed about
the latest developments in the field of psychology.

I was pleased when the people at _Sainte Denise_ informed
me that my marks would guarantee my acceptance. What
thrilled me even more was that they had a room available
for my immediate occupation. Lectures were only going to
start in about a month but the students who had finished
their course had left at the end of the last term and
there were now several empty rooms available. Of course,
I would have to share the room with another girl, but
most students only arrived a few days before the start of
the term, so I would be able to enjoy having the entire
room to myself for a while.

The recent weeks had been very stressing. Every time I
wanted to meet Ramon, I had to invent a reason for my
absence, had to ask Sylvie or Mirabelle to back my story
and had to be constantly on guard so that my deception
wouldn't be uncovered by some careless remark. The idea
that I would be able to come and go as I pleased without
owing an explanation to anybody thrilled me so much that
I decided to move into my room there and then. I only
returned to my parent's house in Villiers for one more
night to pick up my belongings. I told my parents that I
needed some time to become familiar with the University
and the surroundings, which they accepted. After that I
enjoyed the freedom of Paris.

The room and its furniture were very simple, but it was a
far cry from the dormitories that I had heard about, with
rows and rows of beds and no privacy at all. In fact, I
thought of my accommodation as sharing a one-room
apartment with someone else whom I had yet to meet. There
was a small reception with a table, a few armchairs and a
television set as one entered from the main corridor. The
bedroom itself contained two beds, two desks, wardrobes
and shelves with enough space for two people to live
without getting too much on top of each other. Each room
had its own private bathroom. I would have been happy
with much less than this, simply because it gave me the
right to be my own master.

Nevertheless, I was determined not to let the newfound
freedom go to my head. After all, I was here to study. I
wanted to do well so that I could land a well-paid job
and would never again depend on my parents or anybody
else. Besides, my scholarship and the small amount of
savings I had accumulated over the years did not allow
for any extravagances. So I did in fact spend a great
part of my free time checking out the university's
facilities, studying the schedule of lectures, planning
which I would attend and looking through the local book
shops for relevant publications.

The weekends were reserved for Ramon. Every Friday
afternoon I would pack a few things into a canvas bag and
set off to his apartment which was at the opposite end of
town. This was probably the only negative point about the
university. It took me almost an hour to get to his
place, roughly the same time as the train journey from
Villiers. Our passion for each other continued unabated;
when we met we embraced as if we hadn't seen each other
for months and soon abandoned ourselves to uncontrolled
lust. It seemed to me that I was able to give myself to
him more freely now that I didn't have to worry any
longer about any cover-up. During the week we would talk
frequently on the phone but decided to stick to our
arrangement of weekends together and weekdays apart.

                         -----

There was something else I intended to resolve during the
free period before lessons started. Some time had passed
since Ramon and his friends had enslaved me so
deliciously and Ramon had tried to turn my ordeal even
more exciting by pushing his cock against my rear hole.
His words, that I was denying myself the pleasure of
having three men inside me at the same time were still
ringing in my ears. But somehow I couldn't overcome my
fear. I needed to talk to someone who had first-hand
knowledge of this, who could set my mind at rest.

None of the people I knew well seemed suitable. But there
was the Foxy Lady, or rather Roxanne, the woman I had met
only once, quite recently, who had 'raped' me with a
large dildo at that time, and whose husband had later
punished both of us. She might have some experience in
the matter. I plucked up my courage and phoned her. She
was surprised but equally pleased about my call. I didn't
want to discuss something this intimate over the phone,
therefore I just asked if I could see her to discuss a
personal matter. Curious about what this might be she
invited me to her place the next afternoon.

I felt very apprehensive when I gave the butler my name.
The opulence of the place, the large number of servants,
once again had a humbling influence on me. How on earth
did I get the idea that the lady of this mansion would
want to have a conversation about taking it up the ass
with me? Roxy welcomed me warmly and kissed me on both
cheeks. Then she invited me to join her on a settee.
After tea had been served and the butler had left the
room, Roxy asked, "What is it you wanted to talk to me
about?"

I blushed and tried desperately to find some euphemism,
some flowery description, but I couldn't find one. In the
end I just stammered, "I wanted to ask you about anal
sex."

Roxy seemed amused by my embarrassment. "Oh yes, I've
heard about it. It happens in the anus, doesn't it? What
else do you want to know?" she teased me.

"I'm serious. This is important to me." I said, reacting
to her tease.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I couldn't resist. I found it so
surprising to see how embarrassed you got just
pronouncing the word. Your face has the colour of a
freshly-spanked bottom."

If anything, this made me blush even more.

"I just can't believe," she continued, "that this is the
same Jacqueline who almost drove me insane with her
tongue in my pussy, the one who asked for more after she
received her first ever spanking."

I wanted to bring the conversation back to the subject I
had come to talk about. "The thing is," I started, "I've
never had anything inserted into my anus - except for
those thermometers when I was very little."

She couldn't stop mocking me. "Oh yes, I remember them
well. Those are nasty little things, particularly when
they're cold."

I tried to carry on. "I believe Ramon, my boyfriend,
wants to do it, but so far I've always been horrified
when he tried. I don't know if you have noticed the size
of his penis."

"Of course I have, my dear. How could I possibly miss
something like that," she said, smacking her lips.

"And I'm just horrified by the thought of him trying to
push all of it into my rear hole."

I felt relieved that I had finally said it. Just being
able to expose my worry to someone seemed to have taken
care of the irrational part of my fear.

Roxanne started to take me seriously. "Yes, I can see
that this might be a problem, particularly if you're
still a virgin back there. So, what did you have in mind?
Did you want someone to widen your passage before Ramon
comes with the big gun?"

I didn't feel comfortable with her flippant way of
talking about this. "I don't know. I wondered if you had
any suggestions. Do you ever have anal sex?"

"Occasionally," she said, "Michel prefers to use my rear
for other purposes," she said with a conspiratorial
smile.

"Could I watch?"

As soon as I had said it, I realized the absurdity of my
suggestion. I wanted one of the top entrepreneurs of
France to fuck his wife's ass so that I could watch it. I
quickly said, "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

Roxanne wasn't offended. "I think you're better off
watching some videos," she said, "they're much more
educational than Michel and I. You can watch them here if
you're too embarrassed to watch them at your place."

Then her face lit up. "There's something else we can do
right now," she said. "I could loosen you up with one of
my dildos. I have quite a range of sizes and shapes."

"What? Here? Now?" The suggestion made my embarrassment
return and she smiled at me in amusement.

She kissed me, lifted me up from the settee and guided me
to her bedroom, her arm around my shoulders. "Don't be
afraid, I won't bite."

When we got to her bedroom she asked, "Would you like to
chose or shall I select one for you?"

I was too bedazzled to respond. I wasn't even sure I had
fully understood her question. When I decided to come
here I had hoped that she would set my mind at rest,
maybe talk about her experiences in this area, give me
some hints on how to feel more relaxed about it all. I
hadn't expected her to actually _do_ it with me.

As I hadn't answered her questions, Roxy just said,
"Alright, I'll select one for you. In the meantime, you
can get undressed and assume the position."

Roxy disappeared into her dressing room. I wondered if I
had got myself into a situation I really didn't want to
be in. After all, she had kind of raped me with her dildo
the first time we met. Was she now going to do the same
to my behind? But I followed her instructions and took
off my clothes. What exactly did she mean by 'assume the
position'? I decided to lie on the bed, belly down.

I told myself that I was going to go through with this,
no matter what happened. I wanted to let Ramon use my
rear passage and I wanted to find out what it feels like
to have three men inside me at the same time. And this
was a necessary step on my way to this goal. 'Three
cocks' became like a mantra which I would repeat to
myself whenever things got painful or embarrassing.

Roxy soon returned from her dressing room. The way I was
lying on the bed, I couldn't quite see her, but I
gathered that she had undressed as well.

"No, no, no," she said, "that's not the position. It's a
bit like spanking. You need to stick your bottom up into
the air. It's probably best if you get on your knees and
then spread your legs a little."

I positioned myself the way she had told me. She moved me
around a little more until I was conveniently placed for
her intentions. I felt how she spread my bottom cheeks
and applied some cool jelly to my rear hole. She tried to
push one finger, already covered with the lubricant, into
my hole but found it difficult to get it inside.

"Relax," she said, "just think how much fun you're going
to have with Ramon."

She moved one hand between my legs and touched my pussy.
Her gentle touch made me swoon. Her hand moved back and
forth between my legs, barely touching me. I wanted her
to be more forceful, I wanted her to push her finger
inside my pussy. I could feel that I was getting wet with
desire.

Roxanne managed to divert my attention, as she had
planned. All my feelings concentrated on my pussy. As I
was yearning for a firmer touch there, I relaxed the
muscles of my rear hole and she was able to slide her
finger inside me. I gasped as she started to rotate her
finger in my ass, pushing deeper all the time. My pussy
was still aching for the touch of her other hand, but I
became used to the penetration of my rear.

After a while Roxy removed her finger and, adding more
jelly, pushed two fingers inside me. The fingers moved in
and out while her other hand slid up and down my soaking
pussy. My breathing followed the rhythm of her fingers in
my rear.

Soon she replaced her fingers with a dildo but maintained
the same rhythm, shoving it inside me deeper than her
fingers had been while continuing to stroke my pussy. My
rear felt so full, just like my pussy had felt during my
first night with Ramon. I wanted to come but Roxy didn't
let me. She had noticed my state of excitement and all
but removed her hand completely from my pussy. But she
kept pushing the dildo in and out of my ass.

There was a short interlude while Roxy strapped on
another dildo and covered it with jelly. Then she removed
the first one and pushed the new one inside me. I gasped.
This one seemed much bigger, and there was now a lot more
force behind it as she used the whole weight of her body
to drive more and more of the artificial cock into my
rear. Her hands moved to my hips as she pushed deeper
inside me and started to fuck my ass in earnest.

"Please make me come. I need it, I'm so hot." I begged.

Her hands moved up to my breasts. She caressed them,
rubbed my nipples with her thumbs, pulled my upper body
into an almost upright position. I could feel her breasts
press against my back. She kept fucking my ass and
rubbing my nipples. It was such a powerful sensation. I
came with a loud moan.

"What a horny little bitch you are! Climaxing like this
from being fucked in the ass! Come here, lick me, I need
some relief too."

Roxy had unfastened the straps of the dildo but left it
sticking in my ass. She lay on her back and spread her
legs, showing me unmistakably what she expected from me.

Roxy's pussy was ready and waiting. She had got some
stimulation from the strap-on when she fucked my ass. Her
pussy was moist and her love channel was gaping
invitingly. She had told me earlier that I had driven her
almost insane with my tongue in her pussy during our
first encounter. I had assumed then that she enjoyed what
I had done to her. Now she clearly showed me that she
wanted more of the same.

With the dildo still sticking in my rear I moved between
her legs and started pleasuring her. The taste of vanilla
seemed more pronounced than the first time around and
there was the musky smell of a woman close to orgasm. She
was so hot! Every little touch was rewarded with
exclamations of approval and demands for more. Once again
I had to push her thighs down onto the bed so that she
didn't wriggle away from my mouth. As I gave her pussy
the full treatment, I imagined the dildo in my ass to be
Ramon's cock. I thought about what it would be like to
have him fuck my rear while I was eating Roxy's pussy.
This thought and Roxy's enthusiastic response to my
efforts turned me on so much that I came all by myself,
without anybody touching me.

When Roxanne had recovered sufficiently from her multiple
orgasms, she relieved me of the dildo still lodged in my
rear. Then she strapped another, bigger one to my front.
This was the first time I ever put on such a gadget.
There was a second, smaller plastic phallus which was
meant to be inserted into the vagina of the active woman.
Roxy pushed this part inside my pussy. It was quite big
but it slipped easily inside as I was already wet. She
fastened the toy firmly, passing the straps around my
hips and upper thighs. Then she turned around, pushed her
ass up in the air and spread her legs so that I had a
clear view of her pussy.

"Come on, tiger, give it to me. Fuck me hard," she
ordered. I was still a little unsure about how to do
this, but she got hold of the plastic cock with one hand
and guided it inside her pussy. As I pushed it deeper
inside her, I could hear her moan. "Deeper," she
demanded, "I want all of it inside me." I thrust my hips
forward, pushing a little harder each time. With each
thrust the smaller dildo moved a little deeper into my
pussy. I put my hands on her breasts, played with her
nipples and fucked her as hard and fast as I could. It
didn't take long for both of us to come. We collapsed
onto the bed together, the dildo still inserted deep in
Roxy's pussy.

                         -----

I was halfway down the steps which lead up to the front
entrance of the mansion when a car came up the gravel
path. It was Michel. I couldn't help thinking how he
would react if he knew what I had been doing with his
wife. It dawned on me that Roxy would probably tell him
at the earliest opportunity. The way she liked getting
her bottom spanked she wouldn't miss the chance of giving
him a reason to punish her. But what about me? Would I
get out of this scot-free by leaving straight away? Or
would my departure merely postpone my punishment?

Michel was surprised to see me but was as friendly as he
had been on our first encounter. I told him that I had
visited Roxy for tea.

"And gossip, I suppose," he offered.

"Yes, lots of gossip too." I decided it was best to leave
it at that as I made my excuses and left.

                         -----

Roxanne had told me that the first lesson of my 'anal
training' was only the beginning. I would need at least
another two session, gradually increasing the size of the
dildo she would shove in my rear. We had already agreed
the time of the second session for Thursday, two days
after the first, but she called me in the morning to
confirm our date.

"And, by the way," she said, trying to sound casual,
"don't plan anything for the evening. Michel wants to see
you."

"You told him! How could you?" I knew exactly what Michel
wanted to see me about.

"I didn't have a choice," she defended herself. "When he
suspects something, he can be worse than the Spanish
Inquisition."

I had my own idea about what might have happened, but
didn't say anything. 'Three cocks' I told myself and
decided to accept whatever punishment Michel would select
for me.

When I arrived for my second lesson, there was no need
for tea and conversation. The maid took me directly to
Roxanne's bedroom where the lady of the house was waiting
for me, dressed in a silk robe which she discarded as
soon as I arrived. On the dresser she had laid out her
complete collection of toys - many more than I had
imagined. Roxy asked me to chose one for the start of
today's lesson. I asked which one was the last one we
used and decided to move two sizes up on the scale.

Roxy complimented me on my choice and told me I was a
brave girl. But I realized that there were still quite a
few to go until I'd get to the largest one she had. I
also noticed that further up the line, the artificial
cocks didn't only get longer, they also had bigger, more
pronounced cock heads. But maybe I didn't really need to
go all the way to the biggest one?

As I undressed I asked Roxy why she has such a large
selection of dildos. I didn't think she did this 'anal
training' course on a regular basis.

"You should know by now, that two women can have a lot of
fun playing with these toys."

That didn't satisfy my curiosity.

"Do you invite your friends to play with you?"

"Not necessarily friends," she said in a mysterious way.

"Who then?"

"There are other women in this house whom I wouldn't
exactly call friends."

I had to think for a moment. Roxy made me 'assume the
position' on the bed and started to lubricate my rear.

"The maids! You fuck the maids? Or have them fuck you?"

"Both. But I don't force them to do anything they don't
want to do. And I don't do it with just any maid. I have
a select few who know exactly what I need."

Roxy had inserted two greased fingers into my ass hole
and rotated them while pushing deeper.

"Do you remember Marie, my personal maid?"

"I'm not sure. Is she the one you offered to me?"

"I didn't exactly _offer_ her to you. I just said she
could help you change outfits."

"I'm sorry, that was a bad choice of words. I didn't mean
anything else." I felt myself blush.

"Of course you did. She's cute, isn't she? You should see
her naked. The hair on her pussy is just as curly as that
on her head. Would you like her to do your rear today?"

She pressed a button to call the maid. I panicked. I
would be too embarrassed if she saw me the way I was,
naked, kneeling on the bed with my ass sticking up in the
air. I couldn't possibly ask her to 'do' my rear.

I protested loudly. "No! Please, don't call her."

But my plea came too late. Marie arrived. I could see a
mixture of surprise and amusement on her face.

"You called, Madame?"

"Sorry, Marie. False alarm. We don't need you. Not
today."

"Very well, Madame."

Marie left. I felt extremely embarrassed but aroused at
the same time.

"Looks like I'll have to do all the work on my own," Roxy
complained as she thrust the plastic cock deep inside me.
This sudden, violent thrust without much preparation made
me cry out in pain.

"That's what it feels like if Ramon ever decides to be
rough."

I was sure that Ramon would be the most gentle of lovers
when he got to fuck my rear. He was only rough with me
when I asked for it, when I begged him to give it to me
hard and fast. But Roxy had decided to let me experience
a rough fuck.

She thrust into me deep and hard. 'This is what rape must
feel like', I thought to myself. She had caught me kind
of cold. There had been only a little stimulation when
she had lubricated my rear. Now her hands were holding on
to my hips to make her thrusts more forceful. There was
just the dildo, stretching my ass hole, nothing else.
While my own arousal was building up only gradually, I
could feel that she was riding herself to a powerful
orgasm. Her breathing became heavy and then she collapsed
on top of me with one final thrust of her hips. 'This is
what it must feel like when somebody uses your body
purely for their own pleasure,' I thought.

Roxy simply undid the straps of the dildo and left it
buried in my rear. Then she strapped another, much larger
one to my front. She lay down on her back with a cushion
under her bottom and said, "Now give it to me, wild and
rough."

I was determined to make her feel as used and abused as I
had felt, but her pussy was already well fucked and
lubricated. The plastic cock slid into her with ease at
first, but because of its size, I had to stretch her to
get all of it inside her. I relished my chance to pay her
back, but she just begged me to fuck her harder, faster,
deeper. I didn't need a second invitation. I rammed the
dildo into her with all the force I could muster. And as
I fucked her, I also fucked myself. The level of my
arousal was now rising rapidly and I decided to go for a
powerful orgasm. I kept pounding into Roxy's cunt until I
came. Then I collapsed, exhausted, on top of her.

"My God, you _are_ wild today." Roxy was trapped
underneath my body, still impaled on the dildo that was
fastened around my hips. She eased my weight off her
body, then slid up a little to free her pussy from the
plastic cock. Finally she slipped out from underneath my
body.

"Let's get a little more comfortable while we have a
rest." She undid the straps holding the dildo in front of
me and then eased the other one out of my rear. We lay
next to each other in a tender embrace.

"This was almost like having two cocks inside me," I
said, kissing her gently.

"Two cocks, eh? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

There was something about Roxy which reminded me of
Charlotte. I only had to give the slightest hint, no
matter how tentative, of a sexual desire and she would
arrange to make it come true. I preferred to remain
silent.

"Maybe I can arrange something next time."

After lying motionless in Roxy's arms for a while, my
sweat-covered body pressed to hers, I started kissing her
face. I licked the sweat off her forehead, kissed her
closed eyelids, her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck. I
felt an enormous tenderness for this woman who had been
so rough with me only a short while ago.

I thought about how different this woman who might be old
enough to be my mother - although she would never admit
to it - was from my real mother. How determined she was
to enjoy life as much as possible! For her that meant
enjoying sex - any form of sex - to the full. In this
respect I felt much closer to her than to my own mother.

Roxy didn't think twice about letting her husband thrash
her bare bottom, because, as she had told me herself,
afterwards Michel turned into an animal and gave her the
best fucks of her life. And I looked at having my bottom
spanked as a price worth paying for the pleasures I
experienced in the arms of this magnificent woman.

My mouth moved further down Roxy's body, tasting the
salty residues of her sweat, kissing, licking. Her
nipples reacted to the gentle touch of my lips. I started
to lick them, suck them into my mouth, when Roxy stopped
me.

"We can play later. First we still have some work to do."

Roxy untangled herself from my embrace, got up and
proceeded to strap on the next size dildo. I was still
feeling a bit sore from the rough treatment she had given
me earlier. I wasn't looking forward to having an even
bigger cock shoved in my backside, but I remembered my
'three cocks' mantra and prepared myself for another
onslaught.

Roxy checked my rear hole and found that it was still
well lubricated, but she greased the new dildo before she
got ready to enter me. Her hands were all over me; they
caressed my breasts, rubbed my nipples, slid along my
sides to my hips and finally found my pussy and ass. In
marked contrast to the previous time, she wanted to make
sure that I was hot and ready before she penetrated me.
With two fingers in my rear and her other hand busy
stroking my pussy lips, she soon had me moaning, my pussy
leaking and my ass wanting to be fucked.

She entered me slowly, fucking me with slow long strokes
while cupping my breasts with her hands and playing with
my nipples. I could feel that the new dildo was
stretching my ass more than it had ever been stretched
before, but her caressing hands made me forget whatever
discomfort this caused. She increased the speed of her
strokes gradually and her hands caressed my breasts with
more determination. She pushed the plastic cock deeper
and deeper into my rear. Each time I thought it couldn't
possibly go any further, but it did.

Her hands moved to my pussy and played with my clit as
the rhythm of her hips became frantic and she pounded
into me faster and faster. Her hands brought me off as
she rode herself to a climax.

Once more she just undid the straps of the dildo to free
herself but left the dildo buried deep inside my ass when
she lay on her back, spread her legs wide and demanded
her reward. The exquisite taste and smell of her pussy
were by now familiar to me, but that didn't diminish the
pleasure I felt, eating this luscious cunt.

It just meant that I could play her like a finely tuned
instrument, knowing exactly how to stimulate each part of
her highly sensitive body to produce the desired effect.
I could make her whimper and beg by staying just on the
edge of her pussy, kissing and licking her upper thighs
or her abdomen. I could make her moan with pleasure by
sliding my tongue along her pussy lips and stabbing my
tongue into her hole. Or I could drive her into a frenzy
by grabbing hold of her clit with my lips and lashing the
sensitive morsel of hardened flesh with my tongue.

I played all these registers and many more, always taking
care not to let her go over the edge. I slowed down,
reduced my efforts whenever I felt she was getting too
hot. I knew that she would thank me in the end for
playing what may seem to be a cruel game with her. When
she finally found relief, her hips bucking to crush her
pussy against my face, it came with such a force that
everybody in the mansion knew that the lady of the house
had just experienced an extremely satisfying orgasm.

As we showered together, soaping each other, Roxy slipped
two soapy fingers into my rear hole without finding any
resistance. She told me how pleased she was for me, that
I was making good progress. I needed just one more
session, then I would be ready for the real thing.

Roxy wanted me to come on Saturday for the final lesson
but I told her that my Saturday's belonged to Ramon.

"You mean, you belong to Ramon on Saturdays?"

"Not really. I always belong to Ramon, even when we're
not together. But I always spend the weekends with him
and I don't want anything to get in the way. Can't we
have the last lesson next Monday or Tuesday?"

"If that's what you want. Let's make it Tuesday, so you
have some time to recover from the weekend. Are you going
to let him try your rear entrance?"

"No, not yet. I want to save it for a special occasion."

"Are you planning something special for the inauguration,
something like an official opening ceremony?" Roxy asked.

"Well, I had thought of letting him use me for the first
time on his birthday which is coming up soon. As a
special present."

She seemed amused. "What a charming idea! But how are you
going to give him this special present? Are you going to
gift-wrap yourself? Or maybe write 'Happy Birthday,
Ramon' on your backside? Or you could give him a voucher
saying 'This voucher entitles Ramon to fuck Jacqueline in
the ass. It is not transferable and cannot be redeemed
for any other favour'."

I had the feeling she was mocking me again. I hadn't
given much thought to this aspect, but Roxy's suggestions
weren't much help.

It was time to meet Michel. Roxy informed me that we
would have dinner together and then Michel would decide
on our punishment. As I put on my clothes Roxy told me
not to wear any panties. Michel considered it a sign of
defiance when someone who was due to be punished covered
their bottom. Her comments made me think of what lay
ahead. I remembered the pain and the pleasure the swats
on my bare bottom had produced. I remembered how turned
on I had gotten from my own punishment and from watching
Roxy receive hers.

Roxy herself didn't make any move to put on any clothes.
I asked her if she wasn't going to get dressed she said
no, she had to stay naked, that was part of the
punishment she had received for the first 'lesson'.

"You mean, you'll let all the servants see you naked?"

"Yes," she said, "whoever happens to be around. I have to
stay naked so often, they're used to it."

On the way to the dining room we met Marie. She curtsied
and smiled at me. I don't know if there was anything
special about that smile or if it was just my
imagination, but it made me think about the position I
had been in when she entered Roxy's bedroom earlier that
day. I felt so embarrassed, I could feel my face get red.

Michel was already sitting at the dining table when we
arrived. He got up to greet us. Michel and Roxy embraced;
their lips locked in a passionate kiss, while I could see
Michel's hand explore her bare bottom. Then Michel told
me how pleased he was to see me again. He hugged me and
gave me the customary kisses on both cheeks. I could feel
his hand on my behind, sliding up under my skirt,
probably checking that I was obeying his rules.

Two waiters served dinner. One filling our glasses with
wine and water, the other one serving food. Neither of
them bat an eyelid seeing the lady of the house sitting
there stark naked. The food was beautifully presented and
tasted delicious.

As we enjoyed our food, Michel asked, "What did you two
get up to today?"

"Jacqueline licked me like I've never been licked
before," Roxy blurted out.

So that's what she called 'worse than the Spanish
Inquisition'. He just had to ask a simple question and
Roxy went ahead and spilled the beans. I looked down on
my plate, unable to meet Michel's eyes or to face the
waiters who were hovering near the table.

"That's what I thought when I heard the noise coming from
your bedroom."

Then Michel turned to me with a stern face. "I don't
remember having given you permission to lick my wife," he
said. It sounded half like a question, half like a
statement.

I didn't feel any remorse about what Roxy and I had done
- everything that happened, happened because we both
wanted it. But there was something about Michel's tone of
voice which made me tremble in my bones.

"No, Sir. I'm sorry Sir," I mumbled.

"You're sorry about what?"

"About licking your wife, Sir."

"Why? Didn't you enjoy it."

"No, Sir, I mean, yes, Sir. I did enjoy it, and so did
she, if I may say so. I'm sorry about eating your wife's
pussy without your permission, Sir."

"What else did you do without my permission?"

"I fucked her with a dildo, Sir. And I persuaded her to
fuck my ass."

Now it was me who couldn't keep anything secret and had
to tell him everything.

"Those are serious offences, young lady. And I believe
today wasn't the first time?"

"No, Sir. We did the same things two days ago."

I was ready to beg him to spank me, to punish me any way
he pleased, when he said, "Well, let's finish our meal
first. Then I'll decide what to do with you - with both
of you."

But Michel returned to the subject of punishment once
more when he asked, "Doesn't Ramon ever discipline you?"

"No, he's never spanked me."

Roxy gave her version of the answer. "When he sees a bare
bottom he only thinks of covering it to best effect in
silk and lace. He doesn't feel the urge to smack it."

"I wasn't only talking of spanking. There are many other
ways of disciplining a rebellious young lady with
illusions of independence. But I think I got the picture.
He's the kind of man who doesn't believe that women need
to be disciplined. Although I have the impression that
his girlfriend could do with a firm hand every now and
then."

For the rest of the meal, Michel was his usual charming
and friendly self. But whenever I looked at him I had to
think of the punishment that was to follow. Would he make
me feel his belt this time? The thought both frightened
and excited me. My bottom was already feeling the sting
of his determined hand in anticipation. And looking at
Roxy who had to eat her meal without wearing any clothes,
made me wonder what other forms of disciplining a woman
there were. Had the contraptions in Roxy's bedroom, where
she had tied me up on my first visit to the mansion,
anything to do with this?

When the time to hand out our punishment finally came, we
moved to the more comfortable setting of the lounge, the
place where I had received my first-ever spanking. Michel
listed our misdeeds and pointed out that these were no
longer first-time offences. The frequency with which we
repeated our misconduct suggested that we were hardened
criminals and deserved to be punished as such. Michel
wanted me to decide what punishment we would receive. It
would be the same for both of us.

I didn't know what to say. His list of wrongdoings had
made me feel once again that I did deserve to be punished
but I didn't know what the options were. All I remembered
was that Roxy had been sentenced to a 'double fifty'
after our first encounter. But that involved fifty
strokes with his belt. Would I be able to stand the pain?

Eventually I heard myself say, "Double fifties." It
sounded like I was announcing my bet in some mysterious
card game.

"I couldn't have said it better," Michel smiled. Then he
specified the details. I would have the honour of being
first. He would give me 25 swats with his hand on my bare
bottom 'to warm me up', followed by 25 strokes with his
belt. Then I would get a rest while he'd mete out the
same punishment to Roxy. After that we would both receive
the second half of the allotted penalty.

Following Michel's instructions I took off my skirt and
draped myself over his knee. At first he just stroked my
bottom with his firm hand. It was almost like a pre-
punishment massage. His hand moved all over my bottom,
kneading my cheeks and sliding down into the valley
between them. His fingers slid along that valley, between
my legs, coming tantalizingly close to my pussy without
touching it. Maybe he thought feeling his hand on my
bottom would be comforting, but it only served to
increase my tension. I had the strange sensation that my
bottom was apprehensive about what was going to happen,
but my pussy was looking forward to it.

I gasped when the first blow hit my bottom. It hurt a lot
more than I remembered from the previous time. I flinched
after each swat until my bottom got used to the spanking
and the pain turned into a general sensation of warmth.
The 25th swat left my bottom glowing hot and my pussy
soaking wet.

Michel's belt produced a completely different sensation.
The whirring sound as it travelled through the air gave
me enough warning to brace myself. The thick leather
strap bit into the tender flesh of my backside without
mercy. The pain from the lash cutting across my bottom
made me wince, but I had the feeling that Michel was
being lenient with me. He seemed to hit me a lot less
ferociously than he had hit Roxy.

But it hurt nevertheless. My bottom felt like it was
being slashed with long flexible knives. And my pussy got
wet fantasising about the poor, abandoned creature I was,
that had to suffer at the hands of a brutal tyrant.

As I stood there, my hands joined behind my head to
prevent me from comforting my sore bottom, I must have
looked a little strange. The upper part of my body was
fully dressed and the lower part completely exposed. I
couldn't take my eyes off the scene as Roxy receive her
punishment. I saw the colour of her backside change as
Michel spanked her with force.

A crisscross pattern of red lines was laid over the
intense blush when Michel took the belt to her cheeks.
Did my bottom look like this? I resisted the temptation
to check. Roxy took it all in her stride. Obviously, she
felt pain as the belt left its marks, but she accepted it
as a necessary evil.

As I watched my new-found friend and fellow-sufferer
getting her backside thrashed, I also observed Michel's
face. He went about his business with the calm
concentration of someone absorbed with a task which he
wants to do well. There was no sign of anger or
resentment, no aggression, no sadistic streak. Michel's
face showed an enormous tenderness, maybe love, for his
victim. It all fitted in with his statement that women -
or maybe only some women - need to be disciplined. And he
was simply performing a necessary operation that would be
to our benefit, even if it hurt at the moment.

But I don't want to make Michel appear like a saint
sacrificing himself to save reckless women from
themselves. I'm sure he got a kick out of turning our
pale cheeks purple and fucking Roxy after he had turned
the heat up so much that she yearned for his cock.

Ramon had never shown any interest in disciplining me,
although I'm sure that I gave him enough reasons if he
needed any. Did that mean his feelings towards me were
less intense than Michel's feelings towards Roxy?

When I draped myself over Michel's knees the second time,
his swats hurt a lot more than before. Apparently the
belt had left my bottom very sensitive and gave the
spanks some extra sting. Although I tried, I didn't
manage to hold back my tears. By the time he finished the
25 blows I was sobbing uncontrollably and the tears were
streaming down my face.

The second set of belting was even worse. After a few
strokes, I begged for mercy.

"Stop, please," I pleaded. "I can't take any more. It's
hurting too much."

Michel continued relentlessly. "You should have thought
of that when you fucked my wife," he said as his belt hit
my bottom with a hiss.

I didn't manage to stay still. As I moved my bottom
around to soften the impact, the leather strap found its
way more and more often around my hips and bit into my
side and front. On occasions it came dangerously close to
my pussy, making me scream in pain and fear. When Michel
was through with me I was barely able to move. I just
slumped to the carpeted floor from where I watched Roxy
receive the second half of her punishment.

Roxy suffered a lot less than I did. As soon as she had
received the last stroke, she got up from the sofa,
placed herself on the floor with her legs spread wide and
begged Michel to fuck her. I watched Michel take off his
clothes and plunge his cock into her waiting pussy like a
tiger. Seeing the two so oblivious to my presence aroused
me. I fingered myself as I watched them and forgot
momentarily about my pain.

Returning to the university that night - Michel had asked
his chauffeur to drive me home - I was glad that I still
had the room to myself. Otherwise, how would I have
explained the state of my bottom to a nosey roommate? The
multiple layers of ointment which I applied provided only
temporary relief; my bottom wouldn't stop burning until
well into the next day. And how would I explain that I
had to satisfy my pussy's demand and finger myself until
I fell asleep from exhaustion?

                         -----

When I arrived at Roxanne's mansion for the third
session, Marie was waiting for me to accompany me to
Roxy's suite. I still felt quite embarrassed in her
presence after my exposure last time around. What must
she think of me, after having seen me in an unmistakable
position, having my rear greased by Roxy? Marie behaved
as if nothing unusual had happened; she just smiled her
usual smile. Before she opened the door to Roxy's
bedroom, she said, "If there's anything I can do for you,
Mademoiselle, anything at all, please feel free to ask."

My mind started racing. What was that supposed to mean?
Had Roxy put her up to this?

Roxy had already disposed of all her clothes when Marie
lead me into her bedroom - or was her nudity part of
another punishment handed down by Michel? Her complete
collection of toys was laid out on the dresser as it had
been last time. I grew apprehensive when Roxy told Marie
to stay, saying we would need her in a moment.

"I've been thinking about your idea for Ramon's birthday
present," Roxy started after she had hugged and kissed
me. "Here's a suggestion: Why don't you buy a nice jar of
lubricant for him to use on your rear. I'm sure he'll
understand what this means."

It seemed an excellent idea, but I was reluctant to
discus this subject in front of Marie. Roxy hadn't
mentioned any details and I tried to keep the
conversation as vague as possible.

"I've never bought anything like this before. What do I
ask for and where can I find it?"

There was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Go to a sex
shop and ask for an anal lubricant. They'll advise you
what's the best for the occasion."

At that time I didn't know that these products are
available from most drugstores and that I could have
asked for them by their brand name, rather than asking
for an 'anal lubricant'. Sending me to a sex shop was
Roxy's idea of a practical joke, a way of making me pass
through another deeply embarrassing situation.

"Last time we met, I had the feeling that you'd really
like a double penetration, that you'd love to be fucked
by two partners at the same time. So I have asked Marie
to help us satisfy your desire."

Once more I could feel the blood stream to my face. What
would Marie think of me? My protests and assurances that
I never said or thought anything like that were of no
avail. Roxy had put it into her head that I wanted and
was going to get a double fuck. They were going to make a
Jacqueline-sandwich as she called it. She simply told me
and Marie to get undressed.

I had to admit that my protests were not entirely honest.
Wasn't I dreaming of having three cocks inside me? I
guess it was just my idea that Marie was such a young and
innocent girl and probably had a similar opinion of me,
that I worried what she'd think of me if she found out
what a slut I really was. I would soon realize that I had
no reason to worry.

Marie took off her clothes without hesitation. She
revealed a beautiful, shapely body which had been largely
camouflaged by her maid's uniform. Her breasts were large
and firm with provocatively perky nipples sitting on top
of them. I noticed that she was wearing a suspender belt
and stockings, but no panties.

Thoughts raced through my mind. I remember that Roxy had
told me that Michel couldn't resist the sight of a bare
bottom framed by a suspender belt. Did he spank Marie as
well? Marie's slit was hidden under a forest of curly
brown hair, just as Roxy had told me.

"Shall I help you with your clothes, Mademoiselle?"

I had been so absorbed with watching Marie undress that I
hadn't made any move to take off my own clothes. Marie,
now completely naked, came towards me, embraced me and
kissed my lips. She held the embrace for some time and
pushed her tongue into my mouth, pressing her naked body
against mine. It felt wonderful.

"It will be a pleasure to fuck you, Mademoiselle."

Marie released me from her grip and started to undo the
buttons of my blouse. The blouse, my bra, my skirt and
finally my panties, all fell victim to her nimble
fingers. But, being a maid, she didn't just let my
clothes drop to the floor. She folded them neatly and put
them on a chair in an orderly pile.

I wanted to embrace Marie and feel her body against my
naked skin, but Roxy called her to the dresser where the
toys were on display. My eyes nearly popped out of my
face when I saw Roxy select the largest, most ferocious
looking dildo in her collection and strap it tightly to
Marie's front.

"Oh, it's so big," Marie gasped as Roxy pushed the
secondary cock into Marie's pussy. The toy Roxy selected
for herself was a few sizes smaller but still pretty
frightening. Two naked women with huge plastic cocks
protruding from between their legs may look strange, even
grotesque, in different circumstances, but knowing what
they were going to do to me, I found the image both
frightening and exciting.

"You can chose who will do your front and who will do
your rear, " Roxy proclaimed.

The devil must have possessed me. Or maybe I just wanted
a change from having Roxy fuck my ass. "I want Marie to
do my rear," I heard myself say.

The two women guided me to the bed, holding on to one of
my arms each, as if they wanted to prevent a last-minute
escape. They made me 'assume the position' to get me
ready for my new experience.

There were two pairs of hands on my body, stroking,
squeezing, rubbing - caressing every part of me. Two
mouths kissed my breasts, sucked my nipples, licked my
pussy, rimmed my asshole. My pussy was soon dripping wet
and I begged them impatiently to fuck me.

The touch of Marie's hands on my rear as she greased my
hole was wonderfully tender and gentle. She managed to
get three fingers inside me. I gasped as she pushed them
in and out, rotating her hand to distribute the jelly
evenly.

Roxy lay on her back, with some cushions under her bottom
- her plastic prick sticking invitingly in the air - and
told me to straddle her. I was on top of her in a flash.
My pussy was so wet, I had no problem sliding the dildo
all the way inside me.

Even though my ass was well lubricated and the dildo had
been greased as well, Marie had to hold on to my hips to
push the huge cock head into my rear hole. It was so big;
I had never felt so tight in my life. And having already
another plastic cock in my pussy added to the feeling of
tightness. As Marie pushed deeper into my rear hole, I
felt like a piece of meat stuck on two skewers.

Any feeling of discomfort vanished when Marie's hands
moved up to my breasts. Her exquisite touch made me swoon
with delight. She knew exactly what to do to my nipples
to make my pussy leak. I bent down to kiss Roxy, whose
face was positioned just below mine. "Thank you," I said,
short of breath. "Thanks for letting me experience this
wonderful feeling.

I climaxed as soon as Marie started to push in and out of
my ass. With each move she impaled me even deeper on
Roxy's artificial cock. It felt so unbelievably hot; my
orgasms turned into a continuous stream, my moans grew
louder all the time. Marie amazed me. This girl had a
natural talent for giving pleasure. As she pushed into my
ass, she also fucked her own pussy and the pressure of my
weight on Roxy's dildo had the same effect on her. Soon
my two partners started to moan and all three of us
reached one tremendous climax.

After we had relaxed a little, Roxy decided that it was
her turn to fuck my ass. As I got into position Marie
slipped between my legs, her face just below my pussy. As
Roxy fucked my ass, Marie licked me. What a skilful
tongue she had! What an insatiable appetite for the
juices which flowed freely from my slit! I was worried
that she might get crushed under our combined weight as
Roxy pounded her dildo into my rear, but she kept licking
even after I collapsed, exhausted, on top of her.

Roxy left no doubt that both she and Marie had deserved a
reward for their valiant efforts and that she expected me
to show how much I appreciated what they had done for me.
By now I had come to understand that I was exceptionally
skilled when it came to eating pussy and I wasn't going
to let them down.

I arranged them side by side on the bed, both lying on
their back so that I could move easily from one to the
other. I feasted my eyes on this delicious challenge: two
pussies to be devoured, two women waiting for me to guide
them to the gardens of paradise.

Roxy's familiar copper curls beckoned. I was sure it
would be a pleasure to service this sexy creature. But my
curiosity got the better of me. There was a new pussy
waiting to be discovered.

I had to find my way through a thick forest of dark hair.
When I finally dipped my tongue into Marie's slit, I was
rewarded with a deep moan and the exquisite taste of
rich, bitter chocolate. What a delicious pussy! And how
freely Marie voiced her appreciation of my efforts. This
girl was dynamite. Concentrated energy of lust disguised
as an innocent-looking girl. After giving her two
wonderful orgasms, I thought it was time to move on to
Roxy. Marie protested loudly, demanding more.

Roxy had been waiting impatiently. Her pussy was already
moist from witnessing what I had done to Marie. This time
I decided not to tease Roxy and leave her on the brink of
orgasm for a long time. She had deserved a quick relief
and she should get it. I was amazed to see how different
two pussies could be - and how similar the reactions of
the women to my stimulations were.

Something made me reflect on the situation. I considered
myself a 'normal' woman and couldn't imagine life without
a cock inside me. I had just gone through a series of
strenuous exercises so that I could accommodate Ramon's
cock in my ass. And yet, I got a tremendous thrill out of
eating pussy. It wasn't just their exquisite taste - each
one with its own unique characteristics - it wasn't only
the sensation of touching this sensitive flesh with my
lips and my tongue. It was also the knowledge how much my
partners enjoyed what I did to them, how much they
appreciated my skills. Was I what they called bisexual?
Or was it simply a symptom of my 'insatiable horniness',
as Charlotte had diagnosed my condition?

Marie couldn't remain inactive. She wanted to join in and
started fondling Roxy's breasts. When she took one nipple
into her mouth, Roxy gasped with delight. Together, we
let Roxy experience several satisfying orgasms. Then it
was time for a return visit to Marie's bush.

Like an artist who thrives on applause from his audience,
I was spurred on anew with each gasp, each moan, each
shout from my victims. Their appreciation drove me into a
frenzy. I pushed one finger into Marie's ass as I stabbed
her pussy with my tongue. I treated Roxy's clit to an
alternation of licks and whippings. I moved back and
forth between the two several times until the three of us
collapsed on top of each other, spent and exhausted.

After this session I felt quite comfortable that I could
take Ramon's cock up my ass without major discomfort. I
told Roxy that I thought I was ready and thanked her for
her help.

Roxy handed me a small parcel. "You don't need to open it
now. It's something to keep you in training until the big
day."

I was too curious to leave the parcel unopened. At first
I didn't know what this strange object was, but its shape
gave me some ideas. Roxy explained that it was a butt-
plug and that I should wear it frequently to keep my ass
in a state of readiness.

"Your boyfriend is a lucky man, Mademoiselle Jacqueline.
I hope he will appreciate the wonderful present he's
getting. I wish I could be there when it happens." Marie
had already thanked me profusely for the pleasures I had
given her and stated that I would win the 'golden tongue
award' hands down, if there were such a competition.

We showered together and then walked naked, with our arms
around each other's shoulders through the mansion to meet
Michel who would give us our deserved punishment. This
time, I wouldn't need to finger myself to deal with my
arousal. I would have Marie to satisfy my needs, to put
out the fire burning between my legs, just as I would
look after hers.

                    To be continued