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Gloria

Part 3

GLORIA

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Bill nodded his head in understanding as Peggy stepped aside 
and all eyes were on me as I began to disrobe.  I had no idea 
where this was going to lead.  I knew that I would sure go for 
some of that face that Peggy had boasted about earlier.  I 
wondered if she would allow Bill to serve me before the night 
was over.  I hoped so.
As I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it, I thought that it 
would be silly to worry about hanging my clothes up and just 
dropped it to the floor next to me.  I made no attempt to turn 
this into a strip tease but continued slowly since that he been 
the instruction that Peggy had given me.  As I unsnapped my 
bra, my friend continued to taunt her husband.
"Bill, look at Gloria's breasts.  Imagine the nipples in your 
mouth.  And, in your imagining, if you dare to get a hard-on, 
you can look forward to a whipping that you will long remember.
My nipples were hard little nubbins as they reacted to the cool 
basement air coming into contact with them.  Dropping my bra 
atop my discarded blouse, I immediately began removing my 
skirt.
I could feel Bill starring at my increasingly nude body and I 
like the feeling of his desire.  I found myself hoping that I 
could make him hard at the sign of my naked body.
Somehow that seemed like it would be the ultimate compliment to 
my sexiness - to react to my nudity in spite of the punishment 
that he knew would follow such disobedience to his orders.
My skirt joined the growing pile of clothing at my feet and I 
inserted my thumbs into the waist-band of the bikini-panties 
that I was wearing, slipping them to my knees and stepping out 
of them.
Remembering the clean-shaven pubes of my friend, I felt 
unsightly in my unshaven state - in spite of the fact that I 
always kept myself well trimmed for the smallest of bikinis 
year round.  I felt a bit awkward standing naked, not six feet 
in front of Bill, waiting for I knew not what.  I didn't have 
to wait long.
"Thank you, Gloria.  Step forward now and stand directly in 
front of Bill, with your nipples just slightly grazing his 
chest."
I moved quickly to comply with Peggy's order and felt an 
immediate jolt of electricity as my body touched the warm, 
nude, male body in front of me.
"Remember, Bill.  I told you not to get hard.  I'm going to 
note the time on the wall clock.  When five minutes have 
passed, so have you - if you avoid getting an erection.  If you 
get hard, God help you."
My loins were on fire and I could feel a throbbing in my 
abdomen.  I had been quickly thrust from the role of a passive 
observer into an active role of a player on their stage.  I 
resolved then and there to go along with whatever Peggy said 
and to follow her orders to wherever this drama led me.
Throughout her recitation this morning, and during the 
activities of the evening thusfar, I had felt more alive and 
excited than I had felt in a long time.  I knew that a lot of 
the excitement was due to the forbidden nature of these 
activities but I also knew that I had been growing bored lately 
with the state of my sex life.
Dave and I were, I supposed, like most couples who have been 
married for twenty-plus years.  He was busy with his job and 
often lacked the desire to pursue me during the week.  With 
rare exceptions, we made love no more than once a week, three 
weeks per months.  One week without sex during my monthly.
Dave and I had talked about this many times and were both less 
than happy with this state of affairs.  We both remembered the 
early days of our marriage when we would have sex on a nightly 
basis - or, more often.
We both missed those days but lacked the knowledge as to how we 
could do anything about it.  We had simply drifted into habits 
that neither one of us liked - but, neither one of us knew how 
to change.  The thought that this radical lifestyle could lead, 
once again, to an active sex life with the man that I loved, 
was truly exciting.
Before tonight, and the hope that it seemed to provide, I had 
pretty much given up on ever regaining our sexual fervor of the 
past.  For this reason, I resolved to go along with whatever 
Peggy cooked up.
I hoped that whatever she had in mind, it would include me 
finding some relief for the sexual desire that I had built up 
during this most bizarre day.
"Would you like to serve her, Bill?"
With this question, Peggy reached to the gag and unbuckled the 
straps holding it in place.  Removing the gag from his mouth, 
Peggy strode to her implements table and returned it to the 
other paraphernalia laying there.
As I watched her turn and walk to the snack bar at the end of 
the room, I felt something brush against my belly and looked 
down to see what the source of the sensation was.  I was more 
than a little surprised (and pleased) to see the fully erect 
penis there and almost stepped back before I realized that it 
was precisely what I had hoped for.
I looked Bill in the eye and could see a pleading there.  He 
knew, as I did, that he was in for it as soon as his wife saw 
the evidence of his arousal.  The allotted five minutes wasn't 
nearly past and the tip of his cock was now a steady pressure 
against my belly as I saw Peggy returning to his side with a 
glass of water.
"I thought that you might like something to drink, honey."
As she held the glass for Bill to drink,, Peggy looked down and 
saw his hard dick.  She smiled at me, then at Bill.  The smile 
had the self satisfied smirk of the imp that she had displayed 
earlier and I knew that she was having fun with this.
"My, oh my, Bill.  Whatever can this be?"  Reaching down and 
grasping his cock with her hand.
"I'm sorry, ma'am.  I couldn't help it."
"Did I give you permission to speak, Bill?  You forget 
yourself.  Did I ask you a question?  Is this any way to 
demonstrate your training to Gloria?  You've disappointed me, 
Bill.  And, as I promised, you'll pay for it.
"Can I touch him?"  I think that I was as surprised as Peggy to 
hear my voice utter such a question.
Smiling at me with what looked like approval, Peggy simply 
nodded her hand and removed her hand from Bill's hardness.
I immediately replaced her hand with my own and felt the 
pulsing, warm hardness of Bill's throbbing penis in the palm of 
my hand.  My other hand traveled, seemingly of its own 
volition, around his hip and cupped one fiery hot buttock.
"Will you let me whip him?"  Again, I found it impossible to 
believe that these words were actually coming out of my mouth. 
 I had never imagined myself in such a circumstance with Peggy 
and Bill and found myself going with the flow as I would never 
have guessed myself capable.
With the same approving smile, Peggy assented.  "I'll let you 
whip him later.  For now, I want to take a break and let Bill 
go shower.  He smells like a goat and, if he is to serve us 
this evening, I want him to smell clean.
"I want you to remove the straps from him, Gloria.  That way, 
you'll know how to put him back into his bondage later when you 
whip him.  Go ahead, now, and release him."
Her words rang in my head as I stooped down to Bill's ankles 
and released them from the bolts in the floor.  While 
unfastening the first ankle, I noticed that I was at eye level 
to his hard, delicious looking penis and was tempted to take it 
into my mouth.  I was afraid, though, of how Peggy would react 
to my actions without her permission.
I kept in mind, though, that Peggy had said he would serve "us" 
- I like the sound of that and looked forward to feeling his 
lips and tongue on my yearning body.
As I stood on tiptoe and reached above his head to release his 
wrists, my breasts brushed his face.  I knew that if Bill could 
have his way, his tongue would be licking those nipples and 
making love to those breasts.  
Bill was now totally free and he looked to Peggy for 
instructions.  
"Gloria, Bill and I have developed many rituals over the past 
months.  One of those rituals would normally call for him to 
give me a thorough "submissive kiss" as his way of thanking me 
for the punishment that he has just endured.
"Since, however, you are dressed for the honor, I want you to 
turn around and bend over, with your hands on your knees.  
Bill, assume the position of worship."
Looking over my shoulder at Bill, I saw him drop to his knees 
and place his hands behind his back.
"Bill, you may commence your ass worship.  Remember, as you 
apply your lips and tongue, that this woman, Gloria, our friend 
of over twenty years, is going to whip you later.  Perhaps, if 
you show her the proper respect now, she might go lighter on 
you later."
Before Peggy had finished speaking I had felt Bill insinuate 
his face between my buttocks, extend his tongue, and begin 
licking my crack in earnest.  He began licking my cheeks, one 
then the other, before returning to my crack and following it 
from top to bottom and back to the top.
I wondered if I would get to feel the sensation of his tongue 
in my anus when Peggy spoke again.  "OK, Bill.  Let her feel 
the joy of your submissive kiss.  Let her feel your tongue in 
her anus.  Show Gloria how much you are willing to submit to 
her total authority.  Show her how much you appreciate the 
privilege of touching her so intimately with your mouth."
My pussy was a burning inferno.  I longed to feel Bill's lips 
there but resigned myself, for now, to enjoying the delightful 
sensations that he was producing in my butt with his zealous 
application of lips and tongue in a manner that I had never 
before experienced.
"That will do for now, Bill.  Get up now and go shower.  I'll 
see you back here in thirty minutes.  Now, go."
Bill ceased his devoted ministrations to my behind and 
scampered up the basement stairs.  I almost shouted after him 
in my frustration.  At that moment, I knew that my mind was a 
jumble of conflicting emotions.
For starters, even though Bill had reached the top of the 
stairs and was well on his way to the shower, I had maintained 
my position, bent over at the waist, with my hands on my knees. 
 I felt self conscious but I stayed in position.  I waited.  I 
waited for Peggy to tell me what to do.
"So, Gloria, why are you still in position?  Do you expect me 
to continue where Bill stopped?  Or, do you want me to spank 
that cute little bottom of yours?"
Confused and embarrassed, I started to rise but stopped 
abruptly at the sound of Peggy speaking again.  "Stop.  Stay in 
position, Gloria.  Did I tell you that you could break position?"
"No."
"No, what?"
"No, ma'am."
"Good girl."
I felt terribly vulnerable in my nudity as I watched Peggy walk 
over to stand at my side.  I shivered as I felt her hand on my 
lower back.  In all the years that we had known each other, we 
had never, ever, had any sexual contact.
We had talked about bisexuality before and I had once had a 
vivid dream of going down on Peggy.  The dream had shaken me up 
and I had never tried to put the dream into action.  Nor, had I 
ever told Peggy of it.
Peggy allowed her hand to travel past my hips and begin 
caressing my buttocks lightly.  I was incredibly turned on and 
hoped that she would continue.
"What would you do if I asked you to endure a paddling for me, 
Gloria?  You said that you want to whip bill and I told you 
that I would let you do so before the evening is over.
"There will be a catch, though.  If you still wish to whip Bill 
later on, you must understand that I will only allow you to do 
so if you agree to my stipulations.  First, I will insist that 
you submit to a paddling at my hands.  A paddling on the bare. 
 A paddling that will surely elicit tears.
"Second, I will expect you, after your paddling, to serve me.  
I know that you know what I mean by that but I want to be 
absolutely certain of this.  
"When you serve me, I will require you to lick and suck my 
pussy.  You will lick and suck me until I have as many orgasms 
as I wish.  When I tire of your mouth on my pussy, I will 
require you to perform anal worship.  Only your submissive kiss 
will earn you the privilege of whipping Bill.
"For now, I want you to keep your answer to yourself.  Do you 
understand everything that I've said, Gloria?  Answer me."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good girl."  This, said with a smack to my proffered bottom!  
"Now, go upstairs and get us another bottle of wind and the corkscrew."
"Yes, ma'am."
At this, I stood and walked to the stairs, totally nude, and 
totally mystified by my own unprecedented behavior.  I felt 
light headed as I ascended the stairs on my way to the kitchen 
and the wine.  I found it odd, to say the lease, to be walking 
through the house naked.
My body was more than naked; the surface of my skin was 
super-sensitized.  I felt a heat running through me that was 
almost frightening in its intensity.  As I padded down the hall 
and into the kitchen, I could hear the sounds of Bill in the bathroom.
I had only a vague idea of where we would travel on this kinky 
journey of discovery later this night but I knew that I was 
along for the ride, wherever the road led to.
I had definitely taken a "detour in human behavior" and I was 
like a tourist who wants to see everything along the tour bus route.
Walking back to the basement door with a fresh bottle of white 
wine, I again heard the sound of the shower and was tempted to 
set the bottle on the floor and sneak into the shower for a 
quick ravishing of Bill.  
Tempted, that is, until I thought of what Peggy might do if she 
caught me.  Even this thought caused me to have ambivalent emotions.
One the one hand, I felt apprehension at the idea of 
punishment.  On the other, the anticipation of the paddling 
that I knew I would experience before the evening was over, 
caused me a uniquely intense arousal that was almost "cozy" in nature.
Dismissing my fantasy of shower fun, I quickened my step and 
skipped down the basement stairs with the bottle and corkscrew. 
 My breasts bounced and quivered as I descended the stairs and 
I felt Peggy staring at my nude body.
I felt like a naked servant girl as I approached Peggy with the 
wine.  It was as if I hoped to earn some brownie points by my 
acquiescence to her orders.  I knew that I was psyching myself 
but also realized that the psych was part of the excitement.
"Put the wine on the bar and come here first, Gloria."
Without a thought of disobeying, I hastened to follow my 
"orders" and soon found myself standing, still nude, in front 
of Peggy.  I was embarrassed and reluctant to look her in the 
eye but, nevertheless, forced myself to confront my fears and 
looked directly into her smiling eyes.
"I'm really looking forward to the rest of the evening, Gloria. 
 I know that your cute little butt will look even cuter when I 
have reddened it with the paddle.  You should understand that 
this paddling will have quite an impact on you because of your gender.
"The nature of the female anatomy is such that the heat 
generated from a paddling travels quickly from the buttocks, 
between the legs, straight to your center.  If you will yield 
to me and trust me, I will cause you to remember this night for 
the rest of your life.
"I know that you must be afraid and with just cause.  Make no 
mistake, Gloria.  If you submit to my domination, I'll test 
your limits.  Similarly to Bill, I would never injure you.  
But, also not unlike Bill, I will not hesitate to hurt you.
"By your submission, you will be consenting to endure the pain 
that I choose to inflict upon your body.  My acceptance of your 
submission carries with it an inherent responsibility to help 
you test your sincerity.  The method that I will use to test 
your sincerity is the infliction of pain.
"If you accept this proposition, you need not say a word.  If 
you wish to spend the rest of the evening at my command and 
feel what Bill feels in his submissive role, you need only 
kneel in front of me.  Now!"
I felt hypnotized by the words that I was hearing.  One part of 
me wanted to grab my clothing from the floor and run.  Another 
part wanted to yield.  Wanted to feel what I knew would be both 
painful and somehow complete.  The later part won out.  I knelt 
down in front of Peggy and waited to see what she would say next.
"When you kneel, Gloria, you must keep your knees at least a 
foot apart.  Your hands belong behind you, crossed at the 
wrists, and centered on your spine, directly over your 
buttocks.  Very good.  Now, look at me.
"By kneeling before me as you now are, you are communicating 
your complete and total acceptance of my rule over you for the 
rest of the evening.  Further, you are agreeing that you will 
obey me at all times, with no hesitation, and with no resistance.
"Along with your total obedience, you are also accepting the 
fact that I will - and you can bet your sweet little ass on it 
- subject you to corporal discipline.  In other words, I am 
going to spank your butt.  I am going to paddle you.  I might 
even give you a taste of the cane.
"If you accept these terms, remain on your knees and answer me. 
 If you do not accept these terms or if you have any qualms, 
get up and leave now.  I will never hold it against you if this 
is not what you wish.  Be advised, though, that if you get up 
and leave, I will never again give you an opportunity to serve 
me.  Well, do you submit?"
There was no longer any doubt in my mind.  As afraid as I was 
of what I knew would come about as a result of my total 
submission to Peggy, it was what I wanted with every fiber of my being.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Remove my skirt."
I took my hands from behind my back and reached to the hem of 
Peggy's skirt, knowing that it was elasticized and needed only 
to be pulled over her hips.  Lowering the hem towards her feet, 
I watched eagerly for the bare pussy that I had seen during her 
bath earlier. Peggy saw me looking and admonished me.
"I said to look into my eyes.  If I wish for you to look at my 
pussy, I'll order you to do so."  That said, Peggy stepped out 
of her skirt and I set it on the floor beside me.  Finished 
with my task, I returned my hands to the small of my back and 
waited for Peggy to issue further instructions.
"Now, Gloria.  Now, I want you to look at my pussy.  In a 
moment, you'll taste it.  You'll lick the outer lips with your 
tongue and savor the mixture of my vaginal flavor combined with 
the sweat that accumulated while I was whipping Bill.
"I knew when I was in the bath and you were spellbound by the 
shaved lips, that you would be on your knees before the night 
was through.  I could see it in your eyes then.  The hunger.  
It was the same look that Bill gets in his eyes when he looks at it."
I could feel my own wetness and I wondered if I was literally 
dripping onto the floor beneath my spread thighs.  Peggy had 
stopped talking long enough to step forward so that her mound 
was within inches of my waiting lips.
While she had spoken, I had looked at her pussy in a way that I 
could never have imagined that I would.  Not only was I going 
to submit to serving her as some sex slave might, I knew that I 
would enjoy the task.  My mouth was literally salivating in 
anticipation of its imminent contact with her center.
"Now, Gloria.  You may lean forward slightly and lick.  I want 
to feel only your tongue.  Do not allow your lips to touch me 
yet.  I want you to thoroughly lick the mound and the outer 
lips to start.  If you do a good job, I'll consider allowing 
you to dip your tongue inside for a better taste of my nectar."
I could smell her heat as I leaned forward and extended my 
tongue as far as possible in order to obey her dictate that I 
not make any contact between her skin and my lips.  I had to 
concentrate on the words that Peggy was saying to even hear 
her.
From the moment that my tongue came into contact with the 
smooth lips of her pussy, I knew that I had made the right 
decision in submitted to my best friend.  I was intoxicated by 
her taste and her smell.  I found myself eager to please - like 
a small child that strives for her parents' approval in 
demonstrating what she has learned in dance class that day.  
Only this was no dance class!
I had never examined a vulva before.  I had read of encounter 
sessions wherein feminists held mirrors between their legs to 
study their genitalia and had always thought it odd.  Now, when 
confronted with this new, unexplored territory, I was feeling 
like the proverbial kid in a candy store.
While my tongue laved the smooth skin as she had ordered, I 
waited in eager anticipation for her further instructions.  Her 
orders.  Her permission to delve between the lips and truly 
taste her.
"You're doing that so well, Gloria.  I wonder if you've really 
never knelt before a woman as you have told me in the past.  A 
virgin mouth and it feels as if you were born to it.
"Bill will be joining us soon and you must wait to explore 
further.  You must also wait for your spanking and paddling.  
If it is true, as you told me this afternoon, that your mother 
only used her hand on your rear when she spanked you, I guess 
that it would be appropriate to begin with a hand spanking.  Of 
course, now that you are a grown woman, I'll have to spank a 
great deal harder than your mother probably did.
"Since you've never experienced the sting of a paddle, after 
I've warmed your bottom with my hand, I'll switch to the wooden 
paddle and really set your sweet cheeks on fire.  You want me 
to do this, Gloria.  Don't you?  Answer me."
I interrupted my licking only long enough to reply, "Yes, 
ma'am.", before returning to my devotions.
"Stop now and get up.  I still want that glass of wine before 
we continue with Bill."
I found that I was no longer at all surprised by my thoughts as 
I felt a definite pang of regret at being ordered away from 
what had been a pleasant task.  Never in a million years would 
I have believed where this day would lead when I had awakened 
in the morning.
Now, I simply rose to my feet, still too embarrassed to look at 
Peggy, and padded on my bare feet to the bar and the waiting 
wine.  Bare feet, hell, I was as naked as the day that I was 
born and again feeling like the naked servant girl.  Decanting 
the bottle and pouring two glasses, I picked up both and 
hurried back to Peggy where I extended a glass.
Imitating the ritual that I'd seen earlier with Bill, I spoke 
to Peggy as I handed over the glass of wine, "Ma'am.".
"Thank you, Gloria.  I noticed that you poured two glasses.  
Did I give you permission to pour yourself one?"
"No, ma'am."
"You need to be punished for such behavior.  First, go back 
over to the bar and set the glass down.  Then, go to the whip 
table and look for a short length of silver chain with a clip 
at each end.  Find it and bring it to me."
I followed her orders, wondering what the chain was, what the 
punishment was, and whether I was up to submitting to the pain 
that I knew with a certainty was soon to come.
As I scanned the contents of the table before me, I saw the 
things that Peggy had used on Bill earlier.  The ping-pong 
paddle, the strap, the cane, and the gag, were all there. There 
were also numerous other items, some of which I could guess the 
use of, others that were a mystery.
I wondered if I was taking too long and was again struck by my 
eagerness to please Peggy.  Locating the length of chain on the 
table before me, I snatched it up and returned to Peggy with 
it.  I wondered if she intended to whip me with it.
"Give me the chain, Gloria.  Thank you.  Now, stand with your 
hands laced together and behind your neck, palms forward."
As I hastened to obey her orders, my breasts were lifted up as 
a result of my arms stretching their supporting muscles.  When 
this happened, I suddenly had an inkling of what the chain or, 
more to the point, the clips at its ends - was designed for.
"You should see how educational these nipple clips are for 
Bill.  I want you to hold still, Gloria.  Under no 
circum-stances are you to remove your hands from behind your 
neck until I give you permission.  Be brave and I'll reward you 
later."
That said, Peggy reached forward and put one of the clips on my 
left nipple.  Instantly, the nipple screamed with pain.  It 
felt like it was being bitten between the teeth of a pliers.
Before I could grow accustomed to this new sensation, Peggy 
took the clip at the other end of the chain and clipped it to 
my right nipple.  Now, it felt like my nipples were in a race. 
 A pain race.  The left one had been punished first and 
therefore had a head start on the other.  However, the right 
nipple soon became a center of distress equal to its twin.
I wanted to cry out.  To ask Peggy to remove the clips and let 
me rub my sore nipples.  I wanted more, though, to please her. 
 I knew that if I wimped out, she would be disappointed in me. 
 More importantly, I presumed that she would react to my 
cowardice by taking away her promise to let me serve her 
sexually.
I told myself that if Bill could endure the pain of the nipple 
clips, then I certainly could.  I mentally chastised myself to 
not "be such a baby" but to be stoic so as to please Peggy.
"Gloria, for your punishment, I'm going to leave the clips on 
until Bill returns.  I want you to be able to have some 
insight, though, into what will happen when I finally remove 
them.
"You noticed the pain that you felt when I applied the clips 
was acute.  You also noticed that, after you got over this 
initial pain, it seemed to dull and plateau at a finite level. 
 This was a result of the blood circulation being restricted to 
the nipple area.
"When I remove the clips, the blood will rush back into your 
nipples and you will know the devilishness of the clips.  The 
pain, then, will be delicious and will grow exponentially with 
each passing second.
"When you feel the pain in your nipples caused by the removal 
of the clips, everything inside you will scream to remove your 
hands from behind your head and rub your nipples.  The urge to 
rub away some of the pain and provide relief will be, almost 
but not quite, uncontrollable.
"Nearly uncontrollable.  However, you must control that urge.  
When you feel the pain, your inclination to disobey my orders 
may be so great that you want to give it all up and just go 
home.  It's only fair that I warn you now, Gloria.  You'll not 
be going home tonight, under any circumstances, until I tell 
you that you may.
"For your own good I've taken steps to assure that I'll not 
have an unruly and rebellious bitch on my hands.  From the time 
that we entered the basement, you've been filmed.  Or, I should 
say, video-taped.  I took the precaution of installing three 
concealed video cameras and they've been functioning since we 
entered the basement this evening.
"They're taping now, as I speak.  They were also taping 
earlier.  Earlier, when your tongue so eagerly sought the taste 
of my pussy.  Let me spell it out, honey.  Blackmail.  
Extortion.  Call it what you will.  Tonight, your butt is mine."



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