Chapter Twenty-Two

The lights of the library snapped on at once. Amanda sucked in air as the sudden change of scenery sent chills through her as her body readjusted. The book she had started to read lay at her feet, almost in the condition she found it in. She was dressed as she was before, but wrapped around her left hand, and tied at her wrist with a knot was Mark’s favorite necktie! The realization of what she thought was her imagination which was suddenly real sent a jolt of adrenaline through her! Her eyes focused more sharply on the tie on her left hand while her right hand went between her thighs to feel the warm wetness of Bobby’s ejaculate on her mound and abdomen. She held her hand up to see the creamy goo on her palm and fingers, “What the fuck?”

The uncertainty of the situation set her into a panic and her body began to shake. She ran up the stairs and to the door, which was now closed, and slapped at the door with her open hand before it easily pushed open for her. She emerged in the bathroom and quickly closed the library door.

Amanda stripped naked and turned the shower on and quickly got inside, forgetting that the tie was still wrapped around her hand. She let the shower water fall around her, soaking her hair and skin. She finally untied the tie from her hand and wrist and flung it over the top of the shower stall. “What just happened to me?” she said to no one there. The shaking of her body slowly began to subside.

“It was so real!” again she said to no one else but herself.

She turned to look and see if there were any evidence of what had happened on her behind, since that seemed to be the favorite target of the two paddle wielding terrorists! Yup, sure enough, there were marks! She opened the stall door and grabbed the cracked bar of soap and washed herself and stopped.

“I have no idea how this just happened,” her mind tried to reel in what she had just experienced.

Finally, after calming down, she examined her own feelings to find if she was feeling molested or just freaked out by the library and it’s unexplainable abilities. She admitted to herself, that she never felt in danger at any time. They did give her a word to use if they got too intense on her. But she had to know what it was that she just discovered in Mark’s house! That was what she was reacting too! What is this crazy room and could it explain what happened to Mark! That was the reality that gripped her even as she rubbed her sore, paddled ass.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Amanda, emerged from the shower and discovered she had to walk around the house dripping wet and naked in search of bath towels! The idea of wearing a robe, that had been hung behind the bathroom door and not been washed in about two years didn’t quite give her the sense of cleanliness she was wanting at that moment, so she passed on wearing it as she searched for a towel. She found them in a hallway closet and walked back into the master bedroom’s bathroom and finished drying herself off. She kept her dress off, but put her shoes back on and opened the door to the library again. The lights snapped on immediately as the door cracked open. She paused at the libraries stairs to question if she wanted to experience it again. She resolved herself to uncover the mystery and slowly stepped into the library, waiting for anything to happen.

Nothing moved, flickered or even made a sound. It was eerie, knowing what could occur here, but comforting to know that nothing was coming at her either!

She went back to the same aisle where the book about bondage lay on the floor, right where she had left it. Her blood raced in her as she reached and picked it up again. She took a deep breath and turned it around and began to read again. The library vanished around her and again, instead of bookshelves and reading material, she found herself in the not-so-comfy confines of the same dungeon. Again, she found herself bound, but this time she was bent at the waste, on her knees and in the doggy position with a small but sturdy couch like cushion between her and the floor. Someone or something was being pushed into her ass in a slow steady pace, “MUSTANG!” she cried out at the top of her lungs.

Immediately the pressure of the penetration, stopped, but did not remove him or itself from her rectum. The Master’s voice returned, “Something the matter, Initiate?”

“Mustang,” she said to him.

“You want to be released?”

“Yes Master,” she said softly. “I have to know something, my Master.”

She heard the tear of velcro and the movement of whatever it was invading her ass was being eased away. “I notice that you still have the marks of recent training. What brings you back so soon?” the Master said civilly as he continued to undo her straps that kept her pinned down.

Amanda, once free, stood up and again noticed she was wearing her own shoes but also wearing the same mysterious corset and latex hosiery from before. “Yes Master, I just left here thirty minutes or so ago.”

His head tilted but his face was still obscured by the black leather mask, and he said, “That’s odd. I don’t remember you being here then.”

“You initiated me with Bobby and Mistress Vanessa. Then after Bobby came all over me, you whispered something to me and tied a necktie around my wrist and I left! Don’t you remember?”

“You say Mistress Vanessa and Bobby were here? . . . Thirty minutes ago?”

“Yes Master.”

“Is that why you’re here, to find them again?”

“No Master. I want to know why you gave me that tie! What this place is? How is it that I begin to read, appear here, then go back to where I started from! I want to know what’s going on!” she demanded.

The Master said, “Did the tie look like this?” From a leather strap above him the exact duplicate of the tie she returned with hung suspended from the strap.

“Yes. That’s the tie!”

“That is my Master’s tie. He owns me and all that you see here! Are you not the Initiate Amanda?” he asked.

“Yes I’m Amanda. But who is your Master?”

“My Master has instructed me to give you this tie and to tell you he is well and wants you to find him! But you must be taught and conditioned first.” The Master looked her in the eye and said, “If you’ve seen Mistress Vanessa, then you’re lessons here are done. I’d suggest you find your next lesson in the same manner in which you’ve found this one.”

“In the library?”

“Is that the origin of here?”

“For me it was,” she said.

There was silence between the two of them for a long moment when he said, “Master is alive and well, and is waiting for you!”

The news caught her breath and she whispered loudly, “Mark?”

“Does this ‘Mark’ own a tie such as this?” he pointed at the tie hanging above them.

“Yes,” she said as she nodded her head.

“Then we speak of the same.”

Amanda shifted her hips and asked, “Why do you call him ‘Master’?”

“Because he owns all that you see, including me. But he does not own Mistress Vanessa or Bobby. They were here before him.”

Amanda put two and two together, “The owner of the book?”

“I know of no book.”

“Master, this is important. Was there ever a time that Mistress Vanessa and Bobby were your Master or Mistress or whatever it is you’d call them?”

“Yes, of course! But they choose to stay here with me, instead of going on,” he answered.

“What does ‘Going on’ mean?” she pressed.

The Master answered her, “It means, they like it here! They didn’t need to find anything better for themselves.”

“They are ‘Masters’ who have decided to stay,” she looked to the dark ground and said softly, away from his steady gaze still trying to make any solid connection.

“Master, are there others?”

“Other what?”

“Are there other Masters or Mistresses that have decided to stay?” she inquired.

“Why of course, but they have moved to other parts of the dungeon.”

She needed a straight answer, “What do I have to do to stay or leave?”

“That decision is not yours to make yet!” he advised. “First you must find the Master. If then you decide to stay, you may. But if you decide to ‘Go on’ you can, and leave the Master to what he has chosen for himself.”

Amanda looked at her Master, “When I want to leave here, or anywhere, what must I do?”

“You must gratify, and too, you as well must be gratified! When both of those obligations are met, you can return to where it is you are from.”

She raised her eyebrows, “So you’re saying I have to fuck my way out?”

“That and more.”

“What’s more?” she asked.

“Don’t forget, you must be a giver and a taker! Not be a giver or a taker, and also you must take the Master’s gift.”

“I think that’s what I said, isn’t it?”

To that his slap paddle made sharp contact to her rear and he said with what appeared to be a smile behind his mask, “No, it is not. Your time here is not restricted. You have done what you were obligated to achieve. If you wish to stay, you may for a short time more. But you will be made to obey, when that choice of yours is to be made. You are able to leave, when you decide to leave, but you must take the gift from my Master with you, everywhere it is that you go, here or elsewhere, there is a gift to receive and it is to go with you.” He pulled down the tie and wrapped it around her left wrist again and tied it securely. “After you find my Master, the one you call ‘Mark’ is when you no longer will need his gifts for travel.”

“So I can stay here indefinitely? Can you tell me where I will find Mark?”

“No to both. You referred to a book, and like a book, the last page must be turned to finish the book.”

“That’s pretty philosophical for a dungeon master, don’t you think,” she dared to say sarcastically.

The smack of his paddle came sharp and quick, his demeanor had changed. He approached her sternly and bellowed, “I am the Master to you! You will NOT address me in that manner!” He pointed to the ground with his paddle and demanded, “On your knees Initiate!”

She said, “I don’t think so this time. I’m outta here!” The Master’s paddle again made its incredibly fast travel to her ass cheek as the dungeon dissolved and the library reappeared. Her breathing accelerated like she had jogged a mile, and she felt something similar and passing almost like an abrasion on her butt cheek. She checked it and saw nothing there that wasn’t there before. She was glad she got out of there when she did! That one was going to hurt, and of that she was sure! She looked down between her patent leather pump clad feet and saw the book and decided to leave it where it was, splayed open in the walkway.

She remembered the tie and untied it from her left wrist and draped it around her neck. Both sides fell across her nipples, it hid the barbells she was wearing there. She climbed the stairs up to the library door and found it closed again. She opened it and peered on the floor of the bathroom, the other tie was no where to be seen. From there she heard her cell phone ringing on the bathroom counter.

“Hello, this is Amanda,” she said into the small phone causing a slight echo.

“You sound like you’re in a bathroom,” Sylvia said from her end.

Amanda smiled and dipped her chin, “That’s exactly where I am. Am I late?” she pulled the phone away from her ear and took a quick peek at the time display. It said 5:15 pm! ‘That means that what happens in the library is real time! Wow!’ she thought.

Sylvia was saying, “Hello? Amanda? Are you still there?”

“I’m sorry, I had to finish a thought. Let me get freshened up and I’ll see you at the mall in about half an hour, okay?” Amanda said.

“Okay sweetie! Are you okay? You sound really distracted!”

“Sylvia, you haven’t got any idea what’s going on, but you’re gonna love it and think I’m nuts all at the same time!”

“Amanda, you know I love you, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good, so you should also know that I already do think you’re nuts and it shouldn’t hurt your feelings, right?” Sylvia said with a smile.

Amanda feigned indignation, “What? How dare you! I’ve got a ton of money now and for that you get to buy my dinner tonight! Take that you meanie!”

“See you in thirty minutes?” Sylvia asked.

“Yup! Bye!”

James and I had been doing more role playing lately as a way for him to get to know his softer side a bit more. Jasmine had been out of the house a few times and I was hopeful that she would be ready to spend more time out together, rather than hiding in the shadows of dark restaurants, then rushing to the car and home. I know James was afraid of being pointed out as a fake. James is thin and with the choices we made passes rather well. She is beautiful, a so very happy when dressed. I so loved having my sister out with me.

Jasmine has been out of the closet for five years now. We just celebrated our fifteenth wedding anniversary, the twins had gone off to MIT, living with my Mother basically. His Mom is a Professor of Space Technology, so we are empty nesters already.

So I was looking for different ways to make Jasmine happy. I found she seemed more sure of herself as my Mistress. Hopeful she might take her pet out to show her off. I have found it very useful to barter my IT skills for favors.

It’s amazing how saving all the info off a crashed hard drive can earn a lot of interesting trades. Like Marguerite a make-up artist that could help Jasmine be the best Dominatrix she could be.

Marguerite had been grateful and spent several hours on perfecting Jasmine’s look. Jasmine had C-cup breasts glued to her chest, a Gaff since she wanted to be able to get her large clit out to use on her pet if she felt like it, Wrapped in a satin corset bringing her waist to twenty seven inches. Added thirty inch hair extensions to her dark red hair, curls keeping it from getting past the middle of her back. Black leather boots with a 4 inch heel. Black leather gloves to the elbow and Black leather dress to finish off her Dominatrix outfit. The black leather dress came down to her knees and with zippers that showed plenty of cleavage and the top of her black thigh high stockings.

Then she even found a nice little red club dress matching wist/ankle cuffs, bright red knee ballet boots with a seven inch heel for Mistress Jasmine’s pet. A red collar was added, that indicated this slut belonged to Mistress Jasmine. Dressed as we were Mistress was so very easy to talk into going to a dungeon this slut had learned about.

We arrived at the Dungeon, Mistress Jasmine’s phone rang. This one was sure our plans were about to be canceled. We had just reached the entrance after walking across the parking lot. James answered “Hi , what’s going on? Des and I are on a date.”

Well that was promising, so this slut waited patiently. “Of course I know where are car is we just parked it, I can see it from here.”

Now that was confusing, then this one saw Mistress Jasmine blush, “Um yeah, that’s Des and I in the red and black, please Roger don’t spread this around, I am dressed as a woman, Call me Jasmine, right now Mistress Jasmine.”

Now this slut think we are not going to have fun as Mistress is pulling me back towards the car. “Mistress Please, Mistress promised.”

“Not now Des, Rog said he’d meet us by the car. Sure Rog see you in a few takes awhile to cover that much ground in four inch heels.” This one remembered that Roger was with one of the alphabet agencies.

As we got close this one noticed that the Front drivers side tire was down. “Oh pet, I’m glad I noticed we had a flat before we went in, must have picked up a nail on the way here.” I’ll just call our road service and we won’t have to wait when we are leaving.”

“Rog, I have to go, Need to call the ‘Road Service’.” So Mistress put a pillow down for her slut to kneel on and this slut sort of tune out going to ‘sub space’. This slut spent some of the time walking in the Myst making sure this slut had my batteries recharged.

Felt a sharp pain in my ears, brought me out of the Myst just as the Goddess was sending, {Jasmine will be fine and you will be tested…}

And back in the waking world. “Hey ask first….”

he Woman with the earring gun shushes me, “Just be quiet SLUT. Just giving you some Jewelry that will help you get in with the group you will be helping us bust up.” She then punches two more holes on the top of my ear, great an ear cuff.

That was not so bad but there in the parking lot she pulls my dress up over my head leaving me in just the stay-up stockings, shoes and collar. The Bitch pulls pulls me to my feet holding me from behind.

Two others step in front and quickly pierce my nipples, shoving bars the thickness of a triple ‘A’ batteries through them, this slut howled in pain, “James HELP ME.” my pussy(I guess this slut should call it cunt) betrayed me gushing as this slut shuddered in pain and ecstasy.

Jasmine/James came rushing over, What the hell do you think your doing to MY WIFE?” and Roger is fuming as well.

Roger squared up in front of the Bitch, “Your close to being dismissed from the agency, these are civilian volunteers. What the Hell possessed you to do this without her permission?”

The bitch replied, “Her? it’s just That thing’s slut, so we treated it as such.”

Jasmine stepped up to her, “She is My wife and you and whatever agency employed you are going to be paying for a long time. Roger if she is not taken into custody now we walk and I will make a Public statement about the brutality of several Alphabet Agencies including the one you belong too.”

The two that had helped the Bitch in piercing me took her shoulders and cuffed her quickly, she was soon on face down on the ground this slut saw the piercing gun she had used on my ears Grabbed four of the golden locks left on the gun and pierced both her ears twice with these locks

“NO I am not a slave like You, not some slut plaything you have ruined me.” she broke down sobbing.

“Des that wasn’t right…” Started Jasmine.

“She gave me these cuffs and locks on my ears, then STRIPPED me in public, and had these Bars pushed in my nipples hooked with these chains running from these large locks and long chains that look like she had plans for three more piercings. Not right, but I went easy on her.” My body quivered and this slut spurted 3 times in succession, collapsing and shuddering on the ground.


I woke sitting in the front seat of Jasmines Audi, dressed in the red club dress, the Nipple piercings and chain obvious. “Des if you wish we can go home and we will have someone come in and remove these things as they were cold soldered for permanence.”

My body shuddered again, “No Mistress, your slut is enjoying them even though it was not by Mistresses design. We had agreed to this play time today so may we please continue Mistress.”

This one looked at her nipples almost punching through the dress, they seemed bigger round and were definitely longer, and felt so electrically charged putting this one so close to the edge. “Mistress um please check your slut’s breasts please? As this dress feels much tighter on top.” It did feel as if it would burst the seams soon.

“Oh dear, What else was done?, her breasts have increased at least two cup sizes!” Jasmine inquired urgently.

Agent one looked abashedly, “Um, Ma’am there were growth nanites as part of the piercing sorry Ma’am, part of Bee’s research for the tech side Ma’am.”

She put on dark glasses and looked to be typing on air. “Oh Miss so sorry it says they were set for doubling the present size.” Agent One reached into her pocket and plugged something into her glasses.

She unplugged after a bit took her glasses off, and inquired, “Miss, may I use this device to neutralize the nanites?, it will also collect data so that I can make a reduction nanite set for you once these are inert.”

this slut moaned, “Yes Please do so, thank you Agent ah…”

“Tech-Agent Ivy Miss.” as she touched both breasts with the device. Still the dresses seems ripped soon after and this slut was somewhere round a ‘F’ in breast size though they seemed to have stabilized. Much better than this slut ending up with an ‘I’ or ‘J’ Cup set. Much later this slut was to find out the piercing jewelry was GPS tracker transmitter and batteries.

Jasmine filled me in on what we were being tasked to do, get invited to a Gorean party at a Slave rings compound. Then see if we can locate any of the agents sent in before. Jas said she was only doing it for Roj as they had been friends since grade school. Considering he came over once a month and had almost as nice a cock as my Beloved Jas this slut approved of helping him.

Once we finally got inside Mistress Jas was really having fun In four inch healed boots she stood in at six feet two inches. This one had garnered much attention, totally exposed as the dress was trashed once inside, and dripping wet. All this slut had on was the collar, Jewelry, stockings and over the knee ballet boots with a seven inch heel.

Mistress was kind and flogged her slut while strapped to a cross, then a wheel and finally over a sex bench. Mistresses slut rather enjoyed the pain.

Mistress Jasmine was enjoying the looks she got as well. She was having fun training Her slut properly. Found out Mistresses slut had a bit of kink in me as well as she placed me on several devices.

Mistress was approached by a gentleman, “Your girl is something special, as is her Owner, a Free-woman, that’s even more stunning.”

Jasmine was stunned when he kissed her passionately, but recovered. “Thank you, and yes my girl is very special.”

That was about all her slut heard as Mistress had just finished strapping me to a bench.

Dungeon worker came by, with a sign Sex Slut for use. An announcement was made, “SEX SLUT, available in South west dungeon first cum (he he) fist served three boxes of condoms only.”

This Slut was surprised when it found it was there to be used as a sex toy, soon this slut was being filled from both ends. The o-ring in my mouth was so uncomfortable stretching my mouth as wide as possible. They lined up fast and soon this slut had a cock in my mouth and stuffed in my cunt this slut was spurting and moaning as they kept switching out and dumping the used condoms on this sluts back.

About 6 orgasms later felt a tube empty in my ass. The angle of the bench was changed all three holes came into usable availability. This sluts ass was slammed into making it screech around the cock fucking its throat. Another cock thrust into the cunt, the climaxes came so fast. Almost a continuous squirt as they fucked this slut hard. The sluts body shuddering hard. After four or five change outs the slut lost track of time as the orgasms and sex organs blurred.

They went through five boxes of condoms, which were emptied on this slut. Figured out they had restocked, when Mistress was releasing her slut. If this slut had not been a nymph since age twelve it could have really changed the slut.

Mistress and the gentleman returned, he unzipped and stuffed his cock in this slut’s mouth as so many others had, but with no condom, this slut groaned worriedly. Mistress Jasmine smiled, “Well, it was interesting meeting you Talon we are leaving now though.”

Mistress undid the straps as her slut finished sucking Talon to climax. He shot his load, painting the sluts face. Talon turned as we moved past, “Well please accept an invitation to our Gorean holiday weekend.”

Talon held out an envelope to Mistress, She looked at Talon as he leered at her and seemed to covet me. Mistresses slut was a tad distressed thinking this was already out of hand. Mistress took the invitation, “That may be an interesting weekend, good night Talon.”

Mistress did not clean her slut, nor did she dress her slut on the way out as we left. Mistresses slut should have used the safe phrase. Even though this slut was humiliated this slut loved it.

In the car it seemed Jasmine was back, “Goddess did he make you cream Des, I did, oh how close I came to bowing to him. That would have been bad right?”

This slut was shocked, but not enough to leave sub-space, “Yes Mistress to both questions, maybe Mistress should pass on the Gorean Holiday.” this slut could not take back it’s position of wife, why was this slut so lost in the role.

Mistresses slut was hopeful that James would not go overboard, but Jasmine had been a total success. Jasmine had been fawned over by other Dominates and she was attracted to Talon. This slut was wondering if it had put us in peril.

This slut had not expected Mistress to leave it on a sex bench to be used unattended. This slut was pretty sure the sign was Sir Talon’s doing. This slut loved Jasmine and being her slut had this gone to far.

Could this slut step back and become the wife of the unhappy James. Jasmine is so happy and being hers was beyond wonderful. We were in trouble and this slut could not change the course it had programmed.

Mistress Jasmine continued, “Well my little slut you and I are going on a Gorean Holiday next weekend, just need to get My filthy slut a Tattoo to show it’s mine.”

This slut wanted to say ‘NO James, it is too far.’ but said “Yes Mistress, your slut lives to serve Mistress.”

NEXT the Prep and the Holiday

Fellow Literotica Members, I really would like you to tell me how you like your stories. In response to some feedback from readers of chapter one I have produced chapter two in two quite different flavours and the way in which they are received will guide my future writing. I will appreciate any feedback through comments, e-mail or votes. Thanks for taking the time to read my scribblings and thanks again to LiliesLaughing for her advice.

Cheers, Roo.


Brash, obnoxious and stunningly pretty, John could not think of any reason at all why twenty five year old Tanya Freeman would require his services. There was no doubt she could afford him, she was married to Gary Freeman, the Leeds Rovers footballer but why would she want him? That was a mystery, but an answer was coming.

Everybody assumed that Tanya and Gary must have wonderful sex. He was as desirable to women as she was to men and she trained just as hard on her body as he did on his. How could they not have intergalactically orgasmic sex? Only she and Gary knew; he could not bring himself to slap her hard enough.

Nasty and spiteful, loving and kind, she had tried everything she could to goad him into giving her the punishment she thought that she craved but he always stopped short of being able to turn her on.

Continuing with the consultation despite his misgivings John made his standard enquiries about preferences, and then turned to sensitivity.

“Frenum” she said, “I’m not paying you fifteen hundred quid to treat me like a boy scout. You say that you’re a professional and I expect you to fucking well act like one. I expect you to have all the toys and to know how to use them, hard. If you don’t you’re wasting my fucking time.”

She then stood and bent down over him, placing her face close to his.

With an almost imperceptible shake of her head and in a very low whisper she slowly said, “No fucking mercy Frenum………no……..fucking………mercy” and with that she was gone.

John shared his concerns over Tanya with Sarah; he was not at all sure if she was a suitable client.

Sarah gave the situation a lot of thought and then said, “There is more than one way to skin a rabbit.”

She had had another of her brilliant ideas.

He knew that Tanya would not be easy prey but John had worked on the problem, taking great inspiration from TV shows of his childhood.

Running hard through the woods on a regular route Tanya suddenly found the ground all around her erupting. Her feet tripped and as she fell forwards she was caught in a fine net that instantly wrapped itself around her, tightening more and more the harder she struggled.

In seconds a man was upon her, smoothing the net over her head and pulling a thick hood down to cover it. A cord came snug around her neck and she was immediately aware of the restrictive effect on her breathing.

Too late she tried to let out a mighty scream but the sound barely made it out of the suffocating garment. The man’s weight was now fully on her lower back and her efforts to move became increasingly ineffective. Her right arm was cut loose from the netting and rammed firmly up to her shoulder blades where it was soon joined by the left.

Bound to the cord around her neck they were rendered totally ineffective for defence. With her knees then bent and her feet lashed tight up behind her buttocks all mobility was lost for Tanya and she was hauled into the air in a fireman’s lift and bundled into the boot of a nearby car.

Dumped face down onto the cold floor of the dungeon Tanya knew that the show was going to start for real as she heard the jangle of chains and felt the cuffs being applied to her wrists and ankles. Her feet were first to be released from the net and very soon they were being held three feet apart.

She was then lifted into a standing position and her hands released as the chains drew them overhead and as wide apart as the feet. Finally the hood was removed and John immediately saw a face full of utter defiance.

“What are you going to do now Frenum?” she sneered, but he did not answer.

He took out a knife and cut away the tiny sports top she was wearing. Her small but wonderfully firm breasts were released but did not drop an inch, sitting high on her chest with little conical shaped, light coloured nipples topping them off. She was truly in her prime.

He slid his hand down her flat belly and pulled at her tight shorts, slipping the knife down inside them and in an instant they and her knickers were on the floor. He took a step back to take in her inch wide stubbly Brazilian that reached up from the perfectly symmetrical architecture of her vagina with just a hint of the inner labia visible.

“Like what you see, you stinking perv?” she said. “What you gonna do about it?”

John steeled himself to remain professional and went across to the racks where he collected a riding crop. Tanya smiled as he returned.

He decided to get right down to business and, standing to her side said, “I want your cooperation.”

“I know you do you faggot, but you’ll get fuck all” came the dismissive reply.

John moved on, “On a scale of one to ten, how does this feel?” and with that he slashed at her perfect, small and round left buttock with the riding crop.

A tiny jerk of reflex shot up through her body and the instant red mark in the shape of the whip bore testament to the effectiveness of the strike.

“How does what feel?” she retorted.

Moving to her front John felt a rising sense of concern over his progress and how this was going to work out. Without saying another word he struck out at her right breast with the crop and again the tell tale flinch showed that Tanya felt its sting truly but the reaction he wanted was not there.

He eyed her with total concentration; there was no sign. She was shackled, vulnerable and had been whipped, and yet the nipples remained flaccid, there was no movement of the hips and her face gave nothing away.

With regret and very much uncertain that he was doing the right thing John hung the crop on a hook at the side of her and strolled to the chair that had been positioned in front, ten feet away.

Sarah had been watching closely on the monitor and took her cue perfectly. The disguised door on the wall in front of Tanya and a little to her right opened. Sarah stepped in.

“I said no fucking women Frenum, no fucking women!” Tanya ranted.

“Oh, I think that you will find that your contract definitely says that women may be involved. You should read the small print Tanya” gloated John, at last feeling that he might have the upper hand.

Tanya took in the ominous figure walking towards her. She was dressed in black knee length stiletto boots with large mesh fishnet stockings above. These were held by a thick garter belt that skirted the top of the woman’s shaven pubic area which was as bare as hers.

Four inches of voluptuous midriff gave way to a corset of black leather straps in a fishnet arrangement, cradling her large breasts. Her big dark nipples, already erect, poked through. Black lipstick adorned her mouth and the top half of her face was covered by a feline mask. Hanging over a finger of her right hand was a leather strapped ball gag which she toyed with as she approached.

The feeling in Tanya’s gut had switched from defiance to vulnerability in an instant and a heat began to build in her vagina. She noticed her own breathing become deeper and faster and she concentrated hard trying to control it.

“Get away from me you fucking slag!” she shouted and the chain of her right ankle tightened as she thrashed out an ineffective kick.

Sarah circled to her rear and Tanya slammed her lips shut to prevent the insertion of the ball, but that was already falling to the floor as the tape Tanya had not seen was slapped across her perfect mouth and pressed home to make an impenetrable seal.

Sarah now slowly and gently raked her finger nails across Tanya’s belly and ribs as the helpless girl raved unintelligibly behind the tape.

“Get away from you?” asked Sarah. “My darling, by the time I’ve finished with you you’ll be lapping my twat like a randy teenager.”

Tanya squeezed her eyes tight closed in an attempt to get the image out of her mind but it just grew larger and larger and the heat in her began to swell. As her fingers made contact with those tiny nipples Sarah was pleased to feel that they had tightened nicely and with a little tweak she decided to move on.

She took the crop from its hook and stood in front of the helpless girl. Tanya’s eyes now told of the fear she was experiencing at the unexpected development in the shape of Sarah, but Sarah was not about to let her off lightly.

“You, slut, have been rude to Mr Frenum and I. Far too rude and now it will be my pleasure to make you pay the price. But before I do so I think that you are much too comfortable there, it’s almost like sitting in an armchair. Mr Frenum, the remote please.”

John tossed her the remote control for the winches and Sarah began to haul up on Tanya’s wrists. Tanya was lifted into the air with her weight completely on her arms and her legs spread out tight. The tension in her glorious little body was a delight to the eyes and her face had lost all traces of defiance.

Standing to her side Sarah thrashed the crop at Tanya’s pert arse and the poor girl let out a muffled yell as it struck home. Driven on by her own rising excitement Sarah whipped her a further five times on her buttocks and legs, taking her time between the blows to ensure that Tanya was able to contemplate each one in turn.

She then moved around to the front and Tanya’s eyes widened as she finally used the crop in an upward motion on her poor, exposed pussy. They were not hard blows but the sting of them felt like fire to her sensitive, swollen genitals and the fact that she was absolutely powerless to defend herself against them drove her wild. Tanya had never been so turned on, she was utterly desperate for her clit to be gently massaged, her vagina to be filled.

The remote was used again and she was allowed to make contact with the floor. Sarah ran the crop across her breasts, gently flicking the hard nipples.

“I’m going to fuck you, you know that don’t you?” she said.

Tanya just stared at her, hating the thoughts that were going through her own mind; she desperately wanted Sarah to fuck her right now.

Striking the outside of Tanya’s left hip hard with the whip Sarah repeated her question in a raised voice. Tanya jerked and nodded rapidly while a short, repeated, muffled sound came from behind the tape. Sarah then looked down at Tanya’s moist, swelling cleft and, gently lifting the crop to it, she rubbed its leather strap back and forth, working it in between her lips.

Tanya groaned and moved her hips, riding the strap and increasing its penetration but Sarah soon removed it and drew it to her own nose.

“Ahhhhhh, sweet young virgin. I’m going to ride you my darling; like breaking in a Mustang.”

Sarah then looked at John and he knew what she wanted. He went across to the racks and wheeled an apparatus that looked like a vaulting horse into a position immediately behind Tanya. It was a thick padded plank a foot wide, about three feet long and it stood about three feet high on adjustable legs.

Chains were pulled out of the floor on the opposite side of the horse from where Tanya was standing and these were fastened to her wrist cuffs. Using the remote Sarah began to shorten the new chains as those from the ceiling grew longer. Tanya began to try to shout out and twisted and yanked as best she could but the action of the chains were not to be resisted.

Thirty seconds later she was totally immobilised, stretched over the horse backwards in an exaggerated crab position. Sarah had taken some delight in watching the petulant brat being drawn into this uncomfortable position but now she left her for a moment to go to the racks.

Placing the crop on its hook she took down the flogger and returned to Tanya. She teasingly dangled it on her face for a few moments before raising it and bringing it down smartly on her left breast. Tanya was unable to make any movement at all in reaction to the stinging pain but the crimson mark and the anguish of her cry left no doubt as to the effectiveness of the weapon.

Sarah lashed at her right breast now and it was then that she noticed that she had begun unconsciously to finger her own clit as she dealt out the punishment. She was high on lust and she decided to make good on a promise.

Firstly she had to make sure that her control over the bitch was complete. Bending down towards Tanya’s face Sarah put her finger up to her mouth in a ‘Hush’ motion. She then rapidly tore the tape from her mouth and Tanya stayed obediently silent.

“Very good, very good” said Sarah and without giving any instruction she got onto all fours and introduced her massively swollen pussy to Tanya’s mouth.

She had been waiting for this moment since the very second she slapped eyes on the sensual form of Sarah and now her tongue darted over her distended clitoris and between her labia with the enthusiasm of a rampant, virgin lesbian.

Sarah was enjoying the venture into sexual regions she had not explored before too. Especially the dominance, and having this little whore do her filthy bidding was bringing her to a spectacular orgasm. Tanya worked harder and harder as she felt her mistress approaching climax and both women cried out loud when it came, cascades of love juice flowing across Tanya’s face.

Standing now, Sarah could not help but wonder what it was going feel like to finger another woman, she knew that forcing one to give her pleasure had been a fantastic turn on but now it was time to explore some more. Teasingly walking her fingers along Tanya’s body Sarah reached her hips and then slowly moved towards her swollen, gaping, vagina.

Using the flat of her hand she rubbed above her clit and Tanya let out a relieved “Yes!!!!” but the hand was immediately withdrawn.

Sarah strutted back to where Tanya’s head was held two feet off the ground. Taking her nipples between the fingers and thumbs of both hands she twisted them gently, but then applied a little more pressure.

“I’m your Mistress, slut, I can give pleasure and I can give you pain. Now, what did you say to me?”

“Yes……. Mistress?” said Tanya, keen to avoid Sarah’s displeasure.

Sarah rose again and retuned to Tanya’s pouting cleft, immediately inserting two fingers as deep as she could.

“Yes Mistress, yes Mistress” cried Tanya. She tried to move her hips but her confinement was just too strong.

Finding her G spot and thrilled by the warm wetness within her pussy Sarah worked harder, inserting two more fingers and stimulating her massively distended clit with her other hand. Tanya gave up trying to move her hips and the chains on her ankles went tighter as spasms ran through her legs.

Sarah could not believe the pleasure she found in forcing her slut towards orgasm. The joy of commanding her body flooded through her and she worked like an artist. With one final, “Yes Mistress!!” Sarah’s hand was awash with Tanya’s beautiful juices.

Not only relieved that she had finally cum Tanya now felt the relief from the discomfort of the vaulting horse as the chains began to haul her back into a standing position and then those on her wrists were mercifully lengthened to allow her arms to relax.

Sarah came to stand in front of her and toyed with her own nipples with the tips of her index fingers, delighting in the obvious desire she was able to raise in Tanya. She closed to within a foot and, putting her left hand behind Tanya’s neck tilted her head and drew open her mouth. As she pulled Tanya slowly towards her she too opened her mouth and they began to kiss more passionately than they had ever kissed anyone before.

Both women had full, soft, hot lips and their tongues danced an erotic and joyous dance of lust. The heat of each other’s breath searing their faces as the excitement tearing through their bodies caused them to gasp for air.

Tanya was free at last; free to admit to herself that she wanted to be with a woman, to enjoy being dominated by a woman. Sarah had found a devil inside her, one she knew could lead her to greater pleasures than she had ever known, if she could avoid it leading to her destruction.

Tanya was desperate to feel Sarah’s arousal with her own hands and her chains jangled loudly as she fought a hopeless fight with them trying to reach her Mistresses labia. Sarah’s devil responded.

She stepped back from Tanya.

“You don’t touch your Mistress without permission, slut” she said, ominously, and turned to John.

He came across to Tanya with a strange contraption in his hands. It was a metal bar about three feet long which had a large hoop at one end and a somewhat smaller one at the other.

He stood behind her and fastened the large loop, a sturdy leather strap, around her neck; the bar hung down her back. The chains on her wrists were detached for a few seconds and passed through the metal loop at the opposite end of the bar and then once again locked onto her wrists. Still comfortable Tanya did not understand how the devise would work.

Eager to demonstrate Sarah began to shorten the chains and Tanya soon realised that her hands were being pulled to the rear. With them drawn fully behind her and her arms straight as a rod the bar began to rise and the action caused Tanya’s head to begin to bow down, further and further until finally her hands were stretched high in the air and her body was bent forwards at the waist more than ninety degrees, her legs locked straight by the lifting action.

Satisfied that her little whore was suitably positioned Sarah approached the racks. Tanya tried to see what she was doing but she was out of her view, for quite some time. At last she saw her making her way back across. It was now clear what Sarah had been doing; she had an enormous strap on cock proudly displaying its nine inch length and seven inch girth at her hips.

The strap running between her legs held an electronic probe that sat inside her and discharged a glorious shower of electrical pulses to her G spot as her hips pushed forward on the dildo and its base vibrated on her clit. It was the very best of woman fuckers.

Sarah paraded the massive member in Tanya’s face and said “I told you I was going to fuck you didn’t I?”

Her school’s worst prick tease by a very long way Tanya had, surprisingly, been a virgin until she met Gary. He was the only man she had been with and he was not equipped with anything like the monster on Sarah.

“Please Mistress, no!” she pleaded.

But Sarah was in no mood to comply with the begging of a helpless, attractive woman. Standing behind her she parted her lips and worked the head of the enormous dildo into the entrance of her saturated vagina.

Tanya gasped with the pain and sweat beaded on her brow as Sarah slowly forced the cruel instrument home, stretching her as never before. Eventually, to Sarah’s delight the vibrating base of the cock was all she could see as Tanya’s pussy had reluctantly accepted its huge mass.

And then the fucking began. Withdrawing and entering, withdrawing and entering slowly at first, then faster and faster, Sarah watching with joy as the massive member slid in and out of the tight pussy at an ever greater rate, the base slamming into her pink flesh, her scent filling the air, and the bullet within Sarah sending cascades of glorious electricity through her pussy.

Tanya closed her eyes and concentrated on the pain and ecstasy of her position, dominated and fucked by a woman with huge, firm tits and she wondered if she could ever be satisfied any other way. Sarah began to come and, thrusting with even greater vigour she slapped at Tanya’s beautiful arse and the two women climaxed long and hard in unison.

Neil stood helplessly in the cell, corseted and in severe head bondage, his hands cuffed to his slave collar, unable to influence anything to change his state of sensory deprivation and utter despair. There was no sight, no sound except his heartbeat and breathing, no taste but rubber, no smell but leather, and no feeling except the cold concrete floor beneath his feet. Where did she put him; and for how long, he wondered?

He thought about sitting down where he was but with his hands cuffed where they were to his neck, he worried that he would then be confined to the cold concrete, unable to get up again. Absolute isolation weighed upon him and he tried to get Alena to help him. He whined; he grunted, to no avail. Cautiously he moved his feet to find the extent of his domain, inching slowly forward, fearful of stubbing his toe or banging his shins or head. His heartbeat pounded and quickened in his head.

The sounds that Neil was able to make despite the gag were only guttural grunts, but they seemed to soothe him. At least, he thought, he was throwing something out external to himself; it seemed to connect him to something, anything. Eventually, he started giving instructions to himself, “Take a step. Shuffle your feet. Find a wall. Find a chair,” all in the form of grunts.

After what seemed like hours, he said, “Where is the fucking wall? There must be a fucking wall. A door. Is there a door?”

His mind was beginning to adjust inward, attempting to sort out internal stimuli, as if he had multiple personalities and they were all trying to speak with one another.

“Door. What would the door be like? Color didn’t matter did it? Could be red; could be black.” Then he remembered the song Alena had sung to herself after she had taken him from behind that first fateful meeting. He hummed it to himself now, “I see a red door and I want it painted black; No colors any more I want them to be black.” Mick Jagger’s leering face filled his mind’s eye.

Time. He thought about that now. It had no meaning, other than being without measure. No external stimuli, thus no uptake of external change, thus no way to measure time.

Every few inches and thousands of eternities, he stopped his shuffle in panic and screamed out in his mind. What had she done to him? How could she do this? Was she even here? Would he die like this? She said she was a psychopath. Oh my God, he screamed silently.

His right foot hit something. Thank God…a change. Lifting his foot he quickly recognized it as a steel bar. He was in the cell. Or was he? He could be outside. No, she would put him inside the cell. That would be her style. All his thoughts now were represented by grunts and whines; he was talking to himself, and it seemed normal. Days, hours or minutes had passed, and a new normality had set in.

The toilet; he had to find the toilet. He had to pee, and he had to sit down. Several eternities later he felt the cold porcelain on his shin. Finally Mr toilet, he laughed, I found you…I found you. Cold, cold, feet cold. Sit down. Okay. Hope penis is pointed down. Ah, good. Thirsty. Feet cold. Feet cold. Good to sit.

Suddenly he heard scratching and felt vague movement on his leather hood. Finally, something touching him…from outside! He jerked his head and grunted, and then with despair, realized it was his own hands exploring the outside of the leather head prison.

Hands. Oh. Mine. Help, oh God, help me… Alena, please, please. Floor cold. Feet. What? Oh, feet cold…yes. Where? Alena, oh yes. Thirsty.

Neil started rocking back and forth on the toilet, random thoughts going through his head and every one of them expressed like a person without a tongue, grunts unintelligible to those listening, completely sensible to him. He didn’t know if he slept. How would he?

Alena awoke early, way too early to get up, but she realized that she had fallen asleep early so why not get up? She was intensely thirsty, probably from the wine, and also the spicy fish dish at the restaurant. She rolled off the bed and walked quickly to the bathroom, glancing only briefly at Neil in the cell. Allowing the water to get cold first, she filled her glass and then wandered toward the cell, sipping calmly, observing.

She watched him rock back and forth on the toilet grunting and groaning with different pitches and tones. He was talking to himself. They all did that and she passively wondered what it was like to go insane. Out of the blue she felt slightly sorry for him. Where did that come from, she wondered? Had to get rid of those thoughts. Nonetheless, she unlocked the cell door and silently approached him. As she stood in front of him, she had doubts as to what she should or could do without sending him into a complete terror of surprise.

Then she chuckled to herself. When in doubt with a man, a slave, touch his penis. He recoiled strongly but settled into a continuous groan as she fondled and caressed. It grew in her hands and then she stopped, expressed by his anguished whine. She stood him up and turned him around, spending five minutes tightening the corset and tying it off. Then she took the locks off his wrists that bound him to the collar and left the cell, locking it behind her. There, now she felt better.

She watched him feel around for her, going from bar to bar of the cell in desperation.

Finally he found the cell door, felt the locked padlock, and realized he was alone again. The internal talking started instantly, and he found his way back to the toilet and sat down again. His hands explored his corset and his locked leather hood, as well as his breathing tube, kinking it and finding that it was his only tether to life itself. He grasped his penis and masturbated, as unknown to him she watched, mesmerized, just outside the cell. His breathing became labored as he approached the limits of the breathing tube and when his climax shot cum two feet in the air he was heaving for air, his lips tingling and probably blue, in full panic.

Alena sipped on her water and then went upstairs to make some coffee and finalize plans for the day. She was not in the mood for orgasm right now, only power. She reveled in that. Ideas were already crystallizing in her head as the smell of coffee eventually drifted to the dungeon, although undetected by the slave.

My new basement has just been completed and I’m eager to use it – for my own pleasure – with you. So, I send you a text at work that morning saying that I want you to come home an hour early. While you’re seated at your desk, a photo arrives on your phone. It’s me, dressed in lingerie, wearing impossibly high heels, bold red lipstick and holding a blindfold in my hand. Then I send you a second pic, of my feet, freshly pedicured with harlot red polish……both pix make you incredibly excited and nervous at the same time and despite both, your cock instantly rises and remains stiff all day – a heady reminder of what lies in store for you later. You can barely contain your excitement as the day just seems to drag from one slow moving meeting and conference call to another. You are eager to get home to your naughty baby and all that she has planned.

Finally, it’s quitting time and you jump in the car and head home. As you walk up the front walkway, you see that the door is slightly ajar. You push it open and you can hear the strains of Lakme’s “Flower Duet” playing on the stereo. Its haunting, lilting melody is erotic and tingle-inducing, setting the stage perfectly. You close the door behind you and follow the trail of rose petals and softly burning candles I’ve left for you. They lead you into the bedroom and ultimately to the master closet’s secret door that guards my sexy secret….the playroom!

Cautiously, you descend the steps but I am nowhere to be found. As you reach the bottom step my voice commands you to stop. You look over and see me emerging from the shadows from behind a wall of flickering candles. I am wearing my high black heels, garter belts and stockings, a black lace thong and skimpy black lace bra that barely conceals my hard, rosy nipples. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of me and I can see your gorgeous cock hard and proud beneath your work slacks. There’s no denying that you’re incredibly turned on and that you want me. I smile, revealing my straight white teeth framed by crimson lips – you’re frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do next. I walk languidly over to you and pause before you, kicking off my shoes so that you can see and admire my soft, slim feet. I lean up to your mouth and pull your head down to savor a warm, insistent kiss. I love the feel of my lips on yours and we stay locked in that embrace for what seems like hours. You groan and move to pull me toward you, but I stop you and stand back. “Take your clothes off,” I command and you willingly oblige. Once you’re naked, I step back to admire your tall, lean and muscular body. Beautiful shoulders, strong arms, perfectly shaped pecs, hard sexy nipples and that delicious, ramrod straight cock…..all begging for my touch.

I order you to drop to your knees and you do. I step behind you and fasten a blindfold to cover your eyes. Instantly, your senses are heightened and you’re stock still, listening and sensing for what may come next. While you’re kneeling, I lean down to pinch and tug on your nipples, making them harder and more sensitive. The feeling is divine and you moan, registering the pleasure/pain as it travels down to the tip of your now pulsating cock. You are a sight to behold – naked, wanting and all mine – mine to command, mine to use….and I want to ravish every handsome inch of you.

I take your hand and pull you up and lead you to the bed and have you lie down on your back. Silently, I fasten your wrists above your head to the headboard and do the same with your ankles to the footboard. Once you are securely bound, I open the bedside toy drawer and remove a pair of adjustable nipple clamps. The feel of the cold metal against the sensitive tips of your nipples makes you groan out loud, but I clip them on anyway, knowing how aroused they will make you as they pinch and pleasure your sentsitive nubs. By now your cock is raging and practically begging to be sucked. But before I do, it’s time to tease you a little first. I bend down over your parted lips and kiss you, slowly at first, then building to a more intense kiss where our tongues entwine and devour each other. You are straining against the bonds now, trying desperately to pull me to you….but you can’t. I break the kiss and pull away and you lay back, frustrated. I smile to myself at how much I am enjoying the exquisite torment of my man. Next, I sit back and slowly touch my feet to your chest, gently caressing your skin, rubbing my soles and toes across your clamped nipples, down your stomach, to your sides and just below your belly button. Your mouth parts and your head falls back as you enjoy the feeling of my soft feet painting your skin with pleasure.

After a few minutes, I then straddle your chest and dip my breasts down to hover just above your waiting mouth. I tease your lips with my hard nipples, brushing them across your mouth and chin. You strain upward to try and reach them but I pull away and frustratingly, they are always just out of reach. I go on teasing you this way until you can bear it no longer and I lower my breasts to your waiting mouth and allow you to get your fill of my hard and throbbing peaks. Greedily, you nip and suck at them, loving the feel of them growing ever harder in your mouth. This feels amazing to me too, and I let you worship them for a while longer. When I finally pull away, you seem sad, almost bereft at their absence. Shifting higher on your chest, I position my now dripping pussy over your face, letting you take in the warm, honeyed scent of me. You open your mouth to accept my clit and I allow you to pleasure me with your tongue and lick my glistening slit until I am bucking and moaning with desire against your hungry mouth. I ride your face for a while, grinding my pussy against your beautiful lips, and letting you search and taste me with your impatient tongue. Before you can get too into it, however, I pull away, frustrating you even more.

I look down the entire length of your prone, sexy body and can no longer ignore the glorious cock that has been begging for attention for what seems like eternity. You hear the squeezing of a bottle of liquid as I apply a generous amount of lube to my hand. Warming it first, I soon grasp your throbbing cock at the base and begin to work my firm hand up and down your shaft – from root to tip. I know you don’t like it too rough and I give it to you gently at first – sliding my slick fist up and down, up and down and occasionally over the crown, eliciting sharp moans and gasps from you as I do. I work agonizingly slowly, prolonging the build up and stretching your every nerve taut as I take you up, up, up towards climax. When I sense you’re close, I stop, releasing your cock and you let out a deep growl of displeasure. I laugh out loud, thoroughly enjoing your pleasure and discomfort at your stinging nipples and pulsating cock. After a minute, I take your cock in hand again and slowly begin moving up and down, starting the process all over. This time, I rub my thumb on the underside of your deliciously shaped head, working the underside of the crown with deliberate slowness. Your hips buck and lift off the bed as you try to make sharper contact with my hand, but I pull back and let you come down a bit before starting up again. I edge you like this for a while, taking you right to the brink, stopping, and then bringing you back again. Your breath is coming in short gasps and you are panting now, every fiber of your being wanting desperately to cum. But I’m not finished with you yet.

After a few moments, you hear the squeezing of the lube bottle again preceded by the snap of a latex glove. Your whole body goes still until I grasp your rockhard cock and begin my slow up and down movements once again. As I’m stroking your cock, you suddenly feel a finger enter your tight ass and you inhale sharply at the new sensation. You relax immediately, however, as my stroking continues unhurried, but with a firmer grip this time. As I slide my slippery hand up and down your shaft, my finger moves slowly and rhythmically inside your ass, pressing on your prostate. You are overcome with sensations – tight, burning nipples that blaze a trail down to your cock, my hand relentlessly stroking you and taking you to the edge, and the unbelieveable pleasure that my finger is creating in your ass. You are moaning uncontrollably now and I gaze down at your handsome face, thrilled at your response and how much this is turning you on.

After several minutes of bucking, and writhing and struggling against the shackles, I begin working on you harder and faster. Your breathing is ragged as I take you up again, up, up, building you toward your ultimate release. With my finger working your ass and my other hand rhythmically jerking your swollen cock, you finally release your hot load – shooting high into the air over and over as you cum violenty, loudly and liberally in my hand, your ass clenching around my finger as you climax.

When you return to Earth, I unfasten the clamps, and shackles, kiss you and curl my body next to yours and stroke your face. You snuggle up behind me, wrapping me in your arms, and we both gratefully sink off to sleep, warm, entwined, and very very satisfied.

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