Linda and Miss Helen

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of a bdsm nature between two or more women and occasionally men. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

MF/mf, enema, exhibition, toys, BDSM, slavery, chastity belt, humiliation.

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Linda and Miss Helen – Part 1

Part 1 – The Mall

1. The Car-park

Linda waited patiently in the car as the e-mail had told her to. She was on the lowest sub-basement of the car-park, at the back beside the pump room. She had come wearing exactly what she had been told. White blouse, top three buttons undone, black mini-skirt, black hold-up stockings and red stiletto sandals with four inch heels. She had also received instructions to shave armpits and pussy closely and to make sure there was no stubble in her pussy at all. To ensure this she had had a warm bath and used a three-blade razor with clear shaving gel. She had gone over the whole pussy twice and was sure there was no stubble to be found anywhere, she had then dried off carefully and applied balm to keep the pussy smooth and soft. The whole process had made her hot and she had wanted to rub herself really badly, however she was sure her Mistress would not approve and that she would be found out and punished if she did, so she quickly left the bathroom and busied herself with other things lest temptation got the better of her. As soon as she parked she took out of the glove box the two pairs of handcuffs that had come in that morning’s mail plus the two metal clamps packed with them. They didn’t look like cruel clamps; the biting edge covered in hard rubber with short rounded teeth. She opened her blouse and played with her nipples till they were both stiff and engorged. She then put the clamps on both nipples exactly as described in the e-mail. She gasped as each clamp exerted its pressure on her sensitive nubs, when they were both on she joined them with the short chain also supplied, this hung slightly below her tits. As soon as this was done she cuffed her left hand to the steering wheel; carefully using this hand she placed the other cuff on her right wrist, threw the keys out of the window then cuffed it to the steering wheel too. She was now past the point of no return, she could not undo what she had done but had to sit patiently; and nervously; waiting for her mysterious Mistress Helen to turn up and finally take actual real-life control of her as opposed to the hitherto online control she was used to. An hour passed and no-one came. Only one car had even ventured to these far reaches of the mall car-park, a sleek dark green Jaguar convertible, it slowed down and she could have sworn someone looked at her from inside the dark confines of the car, its top up, but it just drove away. The clamps were more serious than she had thought, her nipples were quite numb and she was feeling the effects of the three litres of cola she had been instructed to drink before driving here. Another half hour went by and the pain in her lower belly was beginning to become unbearable, she was sure she would not be able to hold it anymore and would disgrace herself soon if not released. Fifteen more minutes passed and she had to make a conscious effort not to wet herself. Just then she noticed a striking figure walking towards her car. She must have been nearly six feet tall with long flowing jet-black hair. She was about thirty five and wore a black leather skirt to just below the knees, tight white T-shirt and a black blazer. She had knee high stiletto-heeled boots over nearly black stockings. There wasn’t a spare ounce of fat on her from what Linda could see. The woman stopped beside the driver’s door and smiled at Linda. This must be Mistress Helen thought Linda. She was more striking than Linda had ever imagined. She crouched down, reached inside Linda’s blouse and pulled on the chain joining the nipple clamps. This brought out a gasp from Linda and drew a tear or two. Miss Helen smiled as she continued to pull on the chain. She stopped, took out a bottle of water from the bag she carried and held up the plastic straw to Linda's lips. One word was all she said, “Drink.” Linda obeyed and drank a sip of water. Helen looked angrily at her and repeated the word, only louder, “Drink!” at the same time pulling on the chain. Linda drank and drank; Helen only removed the bottle when it was empty. Linda knew she would not be able to hold herself anymore if this was kept up and would soon wet herself if not released and allowed to pee. Miss Helen licked her fingers and moved her hand down to Linda’s pussy. As ordered she was wearing no underwear and was recently shaved. Helen touched Linda's pussy and massaged her pubic mound gently. She slowly pushed her middle finger part-way into Linda’s hole and rubbed up and down her slit. Linda felt a warm rush through her body as she got aroused; Helen rubbed fast then slow yet avoided Linda’s pierced clit. Helen stopped, removed her hand and left Linda eager for more. Helen took out another bottle from her bag and stuck the plastic straw into Linda’s mouth. “Drink,” was all she said. Linda knew that if she did this time there would be no holding back, no salvation. Disgrace would surely follow. She clamped her mouth shut and shook her head sobbing. Helen stared angrily at Linda, twisted her left nipple with the clamp and repeated sternly, “Drink!” Linda sobbed but Helen just kept twisting the clamp cruelly. Linda slowly drank trying not to think of the pain in her belly. Helen’s right hand went back to Linda’s pussy and carried on playing with her slit and hole. She pushed first one then two fingers gently into the hole. It was all wet and juicy and every so often Helen would take the fingers out and smell them. Linda squirmed as she got hotter and hotter her full bladder now only a background pain. She finished the bottle and Helen dropped it using her now free left hand to pull on the chain joining the nipple clamps. The pleasure was mounting but at the same time there was an insistent pressure in her bladder; every time Helen’s fingers pushed into her hole Linda felt the pee would just burst out. She held on hoping her Mistress would allow her to pee with dignity once she had finished with her. But Miss Helen had other plans. She now pushed her two fingers hard into Linda’s pussy whilst extending her middle finger to caress Linda’s tight starfish. This made her squirm and she felt a cramp in her bladder. The pain was becoming excruciating and easily equalled in intensity the pleasure she was also receiving. Helen rubbed her slit faster and faster, her fingers entered her deeper and deeper and Linda’s body trembled as pleasure and pain got confused in her mind. Helen twisted Linda’s nipples cruelly and pulled them out as far as she could keeping the pressure on the chain. Just then the fingers in Linda’s pussy rubbed her swollen clit imperceptibly. Linda moaned and shuddered; Helen now rubbed the clit in earnest and just as Linda exploded she pushed her middle finger into her asshole as far as the knuckles. No way could Linda’s abused body suffer this without consequence. Her bladder gave way and emptied itself uncontrollably. She wet the car seat, Helen’s hand and the car floor. There was a huge puddle in the footwell and Linda wept inconsolably. She had disgraced herself and knew she would have to pay. Miss Helen removed her hand and dried it on Linda’s blouse. She said nothing. She took out her own set of keys and unlocked the cuffs. She removed the clamps from Linda’s nipples then stood up. “Get out of the car bitch!” Helen exclaimed. “Follow me, when we get home later tonight you will pay for your total lack of self control.” With these words Helen stormed across the car-park as Linda stumbled out of her car, locked it, and followed her hurriedly.

2. The Washroom

Helen stood in front of the lifts leading up the shops. Linda caught up with her just as the doors opened and both women entered in silence. The lift started its ascent to the shop floors when Helen pressed the Stop button suddenly. The lift shuddered to a halt as Helen turned to Linda and pulled her close. She kissed her passionately then just as Linda was responding she pushed her away and slapped her face three times in rapid succession. Linda burst into tears so Helen just carried on slapping her slowly but deliberately. Linda tried to avoid the slaps but Helen grabbed her hair and twisted it cruelly bringing her face up close. The tears just kept coming and it seemed to egg Helen on to give her more. Every so often she stopped and gave her nipples another cruel twist taking great pleasure in seeing them turn a darker shade of red. They were fit to burst and were taking on an interesting hue of purple. Linda slid to her knees but all she got for her troubles was a jerk on her hair forcing her up on her feet again. Helen was turning out to be a far more cruel Mistress in real life than even her online games had suggested; and those had been cruel enough! Just then Helen pressed the resume button. The lift continued up to the second shopping level and as the doors opened the waiting shoppers stood back in surprise as the two women walked out of the lift. Linda still displayed wet legs and an open blouse showing everybody her purple hugely swollen nipples. Her face showed obvious signs of the slaps and tears rolled down her cheeks smearing her mascara. Helen marched straight to the nearest washroom with Linda trailing behind. In the washroom Helen dragged Linda into the handicapped cubicle and made her strip naked, she then ordered her to lean on the washbasin with her ass pushed back. Helen stuffed her own knickers into Linda’s mouth then pulled her leather belt off from around her waist and folded it double. She proceeded to lay it on Linda’s ass; six slow hard swats on each cheek that had Linda sobbing and whimpering into the knickers that gagged her. Her knees kept buckling and this only made Helen madder and madder so the swats kept getting harder and harder. At last the twelve strokes were over. Helen stood back as Linda just leaned there tears rolling down her cheeks. She felt something cold and hard pushing against her almost virginal asshole. Helen pushed the huge butt plug slowly and inexorably into Linda’s tight hole. Linda sobbed louder as she felt the pressure rising, she tried to avoid the invader but was rewarded with a sharp twist of her right nipple for her efforts. She relaxed her sphincter and the plug slid in a few more inches. The widest part opened her hole further than it had ever been opened; she had never been a fan of anal sex and had only toyed with her finger and a few small candles, never anything as large as this plug. Helen kept up the pressure till she got past the tight anal muscles, suddenly the plug slid in almost effortlessly until its wide base nestled against Linda’s asscheeks. Helen tapped the end of the plug and was rewarded with a muffled squeal from Linda. She kept this up for a while, tapping away insistently, this made Linda perform what looked like a dance, hopping from one foot to the other whilst squirming this way and that. Helen suddenly stopped and Linda breathed a sigh of relief; but not for long. The belt hit her ass once more, hard and fast. It went from left cheek to right cheek and back, after what seemed an eternity the belt hit her on the butt plug’s base pushing it into her asshole deeper than ever, she jumped forward almost falling head first into the washbasin. Helen gave a laugh and hit Linda six more times on the same spot. Linda felt the butt plug was boring a hole straight from her ass to her mouth, it churned her insides and she felt like emptying her bowels and vomiting both at the same time. Then it stopped, almost as suddenly as it had began. As the seconds passed and the belt didn’t fall again Linda relaxed, it seemed to be finally over; at least for the moment. She heard Helen rummaging behind her then silence. Minutes passed when all of a sudden she felt something nudging her pussy, a huge dildo was pushed into her, it felt thick and knobbly and hurt her already sensitive hole. Helen took her time inserting it, twisting it round once it was embedded inside her. Linda moaned, she felt fuller than she had ever felt before and she hoped Helen would remove both items soon; however this was not to be. Her Mistress reached into her ubiquitous bag and took out a leather contraption such as Linda had never seen in real life. Helen proceeded to put it on her. First a wide belt went around Linda’s waist; this was tightened as tight as possible then buckled. A flared leather strip hung down the front, this strip was now pulled down Linda’s front and over the dildo pushing it further in, then it went up over the butt plug doing the same to it and up to meet the belt at her back. Helen pulled this strip tight and buckled it to the waist belt at the rear. Not satisfied she unbuckled it and pulled it in two further notches. Linda could hardly breathe or even stand still and kept whimpering whilst Helen completed her preparations. Helen removed the panties from Linda’s mouth and ordered her to get dressed and re-do her make up. Linda took great care whilst doing both, wanting to please her Mistress as much as possible. Meanwhile Helen put her panties in her bag, tied her hair back in a long ponytail and re-applied her own make up too. They both looked gorgeous when finished and could easily have passed for catwalk models. Helen smiled at Linda and gave her a kiss on her forehead. “Good girl, you look ravishing, now let’s go shopping!” With this she opened the cubicle door and they both emerged to the surprise of two older women standing by the washbasins smoking.

3. The Lingerie Shop

Helen walked casually out of the washrooms whilst Linda trailed behind. Every step she took reminded her of how full she felt and how tight the chastity belt was on her. They looked a stunning pair, both immaculately made up and beautiful. Everybody they walked past turned to stare at them. One tall, raven-haired and in elegant yet sexy clothes; the other shorter, blonde and wearing much more revealing clothes. Her breasts seemed to want to burst out of her blouse and her dark nipples could be easily discerned under it. They walked in and out of clothes shops, browsing expensive apparel and lingering over sexy tops and the skimpiest of dresses and skirts. After an hour of this Helen walked into Victoria’s Secret and they looked at the lingerie on display. She picked up a basket and placed in it loads of bras, lacy thongs and g-strings and a few bustiers, garter belts and bodies. Helen eyed the staff and made her way to a dark Latino girl in her early twenties. She had been following them all the time as they had been picking up the clothes and Helen knew this girl was interested in them. She asked her for the directions to the dressing rooms and added she would like some help in choosing. The girl was eager to do this and her head almost fell off from her enthusiastic nodding. She introduced herself as Carmen and took them to a spacious, well fitted-out room with even a comfortable armchair and a stool in it. Helen ordered Linda to strip completely. Carmen’s eyes nearly popped out when she saw what Linda was wearing under her clothes. The butt plug was obvious as it was bright pink and the flared end spread out past the chastity belt’s strap. Helen started to try bras on Linda tweaking and pinching her nipples the whole time. She kept asking Carmen what she thought and even invited her to test how tight Linda’s tits felt inside the various models. Carmen was obviously enjoying it and Linda felt more and more embarrassed as this went on. They tried on at least a dozen models concentrating on the half and quarter cup selection. Most were too tight on Linda and this suited Helen just fine. At last they finished with the bras. They had chosen three very sexy models for Linda and these went into the check-out basket. Linda’s boobies were hard and her nipples stood out proud and purple from all the attention they had received from Helen and Carmen. They had pulled them, pinched them, mauled them and done almost anything possible to them whilst trying bras on her. Linda had endured it all patiently feeling quite proud of herself. Helen noticed her smug smile and was now determined to humiliate her once again. Linda’s smile faded as she noticed Helen reaching into her bag and taking out two cruel looking alligator clamps with hooks on them. Smiling she grabbed Linda's left nipple and placed one of the clamps on it. Linda cried out only to be rewarded with a fierce backhand slap on her left cheek. Helen placed the second clamp on her right nipple and Linda almost cried out again. Her tears were once again flowing freely and she started to sob and plead. “I know how to deal with you young lady!” exclaimed Helen sternly. She brought out a black ball gag from her bag and thrust the ball into Linda’s mouth, buckling it up tightly behind her head. Having effectively silenced her young charge Helen then took out two medium sized fishing weights and hung them from the tit clamps. This pulled the nipples down and stretched them painfully. Linda’s hands instinctively shot to her tits to save them from the pain and this was just what Helen had hoped for. Her suddenly hands shot out and grabbed Linda’s wrists, she twisted them behind her and pushed Linda face-down onto the back of the armchair. Holding her there she whispered something in her ear which only served to make Linda shake her hard and cry some more. Helen spoke out, “Carmen handcuffs, in my bag. Bring them here. Now please.” Carmen looked through her bag and took the cuffs to Helen, fascinated by events. Linda’s hands were now cuffed securely behind her back and Helen let her go, she looked through her bag once more and brought out a length of chain, she hooked this to the cuffs’ middle link and keeping the chain taut hooked the other end to one of the coat hooks on the cubicle wall. This served to keep Linda in a very uncomfortable pose, constantly leaning forward and having to shift her balance continuously. The weights kept her nipples nicely stretched but Helen decided more was needed so she added a further medium sized weight to each clamp. Linda now hopped from foot to foot as her tits swelled and felt as large as barrage balloons. Helen smiled. Carmen stood there in total absorption. She was enjoying this. Helen looked at her out of the corner of her eye and wondered if Carmen would enjoy the plans she had for her if things went well. Helen took a short leather strap out of her bag and flexed it in full view of Linda. Her eyes widened as she realised what was in store for her. Helen spoke softly, “I think you deserve at least six on each tit for your shameful lack of control. Then we shall see if you need any more, depends on your behaviour really.” Linda shook her head and tried to protest but this only made Helen add a few more words, “well, since you don’t agree with my offer of six on each tit I will make it ten on each. Maybe that is more acceptable to you?” With these words Helen proceeded to lash at Linda’s tits, first at their top, then at their undersides then on the nipples where the clamp bit it. She did this for six lashes on each tit. Then she cruelly pulled off the clamps without even bothering to loosen them first. Linda shrieked through the gag, and was rewarded with the strap on her face for this. She felt the welt rising on her left cheek. The last four lashes on her tits were concentrated on the sore nipples. These were delivered from behind her shoulder by Helen; strong hard lashes, given with full force and designed to both sting and mark. Linda’s tits were a bright shade of purple from before, but now they positively glowed. Helen then turned her around and proceeded to remove the chastity belt. Linda thought the dildo and butt plug would follow but was soon disappointed. Helen had her stand with her legs outstretched as far as they would go and ordered her to hold both of the silicone invaders in. She then spoke softly. “Since you seem to enjoy being strapped I will now mark your bottom and thighs, I want everyone to see what a naughty girl you have been. And since you enjoy your butt plug I will remind you it’s there by strapping it hard every few strokes.” Linda sobbed even louder now, tears rolling down her cheeks in anticipation. Helen methodically used the strap on Linda’s butt. Two strokes on the left cheek, then two on the right. This was followed by an upward stroke straight on the plug’s flared end. Linda jumped up on this one which only made Helen laugh out loud. Then she used the strap on her thighs, two hard strokes on each from behind the shoulder again. The welts appeared almost immediately. Helen kept this up for about five cycles giving her a total of forty five hard strokes with the strap. Linda collapsed on the floor so Helen just pulled her up by her hair screaming at her whilst using the strap on her shoulders. Linda stayed on her feet heaving her shoulders whilst Helen gave her a final five really hard strokes combined on the thighs and buttocks. She then stood back to admire her handiwork. Linda displayed a nice criss-cross of red and purple welts, some raised and others almost about to shed a trickle of blood. Helen looked pleased with herself and said to Carmen, “If you’d like to join us tonight at my house you can see what else Linda and I get up to, you are welcome to participate if you come.” Carmen nodded gleefully and Helen gave her a business card with her address. “Be there at nine thirty sharp, you won’t regret it.” Helen ungagged and untied Linda and put the gag, clamps and chastity belt away in her bag whilst she dressed; they then walked to the checkout with Carmen and Helen paid for her purchases. She thanked Carmen and with that turned to go.

4. 
   The Fetish Shop

Helen walked out of the lingerie store content in the knowledge that Carmen would join them at home later on that day. Linda on the other hand was apprehensive dreading what was in store for them both. But for the moment she had other worries. She waddled behind Helen painfully aware she still had the dildo and butt plug inside her abused pussy and ass but no chastity belt to hold them in for her. She had to keep clenching her asshole and pelvic muscles to hold them in whilst trying to keep up with her cruel Mistress. They visited a music store and newsagents where Mistress Helen made her pick up a bondage magazine and pay for it herself. She made her join the longest queue and stand there holding the magazine with its cover fully exposed so everyone could see it clearly. Everyone in the shop seemed to be staring at Linda, not just her magazine she thought, but also her welts which were clearly on display below her extremely short skirt. Linda was bright red with embarrassment by the time she got to pay for it. Helen made her discard the carrier bag outside the shop and walk with the cover on full view for the rest of their time in the mall. All eyes were on them as they joined the escalator down and made their way to the basement where in the far reaches of the mall nestled a well-stocked fetish shop, rarely visited or even known about by the majority of shoppers. Linda had never seen it, let alone visited it, and entered with eyes like saucers. There were instruments and contraptions on display she had only ever seen in photographs and others she couldn’t even begin to guess the use of. Helen walked the aisles, basket in hand, picking things up here and there. They went up to a counter where an assistant joined them. She was a tough looking butch with tattoos all up her arms, wearing a leather waistcoat tight over bra-less E cup tits. She had on a pair of biker leather trousers and a black bandana over her short black hair. Helen obviously knew her well as they chatted and joked for a while. Helen then placed her purchases on the counter and had them scanned, however she was not satisfied with the slave collars on display and asked the assistant; Toni was her name; to see her ‘professional’ range. Toni smiled, reached down and took out a tray from below the counter. There was no fancywork here, these were serious stuff. All one or two inches wide, stiff black leather, D-rings front and back, some with D-rings all round and some with a padlock. Helen chose a two-inch model, with multiple D-rings, brass buckle and padlock. She put it round Linda’s neck and snapped the padlock shut. It felt tight on her and she was conscious of every breath she took. Toni stated her approval but commented that Linda looked too smug and needed to be given a few extra lessons in submission. Helen agreed; she clipped a short chain to the collar and followed Toni who was making her way to the back of the store. Along the way Toni stopped, she approached a male shopper, obviously a regular as he greeted Toni familiarly. He was in his early forties and had a young sub in tow. She must have been no more than twenty and was cruelly bound inside a tight latex corset, her arms bound together behind her back up to elbow height, with a long hobble skirt and bondage ballet shoes. She wore a hood over her head and was obviously gagged. Saliva dribbled from under her hood and every step she took must have been torture on every part of her body. Helen had noticed the man before as he had been following every move she took with Linda since they had come into the store. Toni had a few words with him and he nodded enthusiastically. He joined the group, leading his sub on a leash. They all entered the back room. There Helen had Linda remove her clothes and stand there butt naked in her stiletto heels. Toni approved of her welted body as did the man. They both walked around Linda admiring Helen’s handiwork. The young slave had her hobble skirt removed and was left standing in the corner whimpering, her shaved pussy on display. Toni took a tall stool and Linda was pushed down onto it and ordered to hold on to its sides. She then took off her trousers and men’s boxers to display an eight inch strap-on she always wore; it was pink and very lifelike with protruding veins and a bulbous head. The man zipped his trousers down and took out his already stiff cock; it was thick and purple and was already oozing pre-cum. This was something they had obviously done together before. It looked almost rehearsed. Toni went to Linda’s ass whilst the man approached her face. He thrust his cock deep into her mouth and ordered her to suck him whilst Toni removed Linda’s butt plug with just one twist and a sharp pull. She squealed but was silenced by the man’s cock driving deeper into her mouth. Toni lined up her strap-on and entered Linda’s asshole in one hard push whilst the man fucked her mouth. Toni was not subtle, fucking her with energy and viciousness. Linda seemed to bounce from man to butch, her body being pummelled by both cocks. Helen was keeping herself entertained meanwhile by fingering the young bound slave’s asshole; she thrust her fingers into the slave’s hole, first one, then two and then three. She kept this up whilst Linda was being abused, getting all the more enjoyment from the spectacle. The slave moaned and groaned whilst Helen kept up the anal invasion. The asshole was quite tight and it seemed to Helen it had not yet been entered by a cock and reminded herself to ask the man later. Perhaps he would like her to break the slave’s ass in for him. She dearly loved to rape a young anal virgin and derived great pleasure from seeing young girls writhe beneath her as she reamed their tight starfish. She almost came thinking these thoughts. Meanwhile Linda could feel the strap-on filling her ass up and rubbing against the dildo in her pussy through the thin membrane separating her vagina from her rectum. Each thrust caused the dildo to push up further into her and rub her insides stimulating her g-spot. She could feel the pleasure rising and started trembling as she got more and more aroused. Toni noticed this and withdrew the strap-on. “Listen carefully slut. This is not for your pleasure but for ours, so don’t you dare climax unless we order you to!” saying this Toni unclipped the strap-on she was wearing from its harness and went to a cupboard at the back, she rummaged through it and attached something to her harness. When she turned round Linda peeked out of the corner of her eye and was shocked and frightened by what she saw. This was the thickest, largest strap-on she had ever seen. It was at least twelve inches long and three inches thick. It was knobbly and sported short rubber nodules and spikes all over its surface, its head was like a small apple and there was a pump hanging from its rear end. Toni stood behind Linda’s ass and held her by her waist as Linda squirmed trying in vain to avoid its intrusion. Lube was poured down her ass crack this time and Toni used her fingers to coat her asshole and surrounding area well. Meanwhile the man had never stopped fucking Linda’s mouth and she felt he was about to explode, but in those last moments he withdrew having other plans for his semen. Toni now felt the ass was ready for her so slowly and deliberately she entered Linda, pushing the silicone cock deeper and deeper into her, this caused Linda to give off a scream which was cut off by the man slapping her face repeatedly. This silenced her and her only outlet was to whimper and cry like a baby. Toni rode her hard and Linda just rocked on the stool like a toy. The strap-on was withdrawn and she was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she realised that now the man was entering her with his flesh and blood cock, he fucked her roughly but he had been so primed by her sucking that he shot his load into her in about five minutes. She felt the cum filling her rectum and it made her insides churn. He withdrew and immediately her hole was filled up again by Toni who gave Linda’s ass it’s fourth fucking in the fetish shop. The asshole was now very distended and it was going to take some time for the ass muscles to return to their usual elasticity and tightness. Over the next twenty four hours this ass would be able to take almost anything up it and Toni knew Helen would use this to her advantage. Linda’s thoughts however were what was going to happen when digestion took its course and waste reached her rectum, she had visions of the shit just dropping out of her ass whilst she walked. Linda hoped it wouldn’t come to that. The man meanwhile wiped his cum, shit and blood streaked cock on Linda’s discarded blouse and decided to torture Linda some more by tweaking and pinching her nipples mercilessly until Toni had finished with her. Toni moaned and groaned as she herself was approaching her own orgasm; the huge strap-on she wore had a small but significant portion that went inside her own pussy and had a rough patch that rubbed her clitoris to perfection. As the climax drew near Toni just fucked harder and harder riding Linda like a bronco in a rodeo. Linda had her work cut out stopping herself from being pushed off the stool and had to hold on to it for dear life. Finally Toni climaxed slapping Linda’s ass with her open hands as she did so. She collapsed on Linda’s back exhausted. After a few minutes everyone started to get dressed again, Helen ordered Linda to put on her blouse, now smeared with dirt from the man’s cock, her skirt and nothing else. Her ass was on fire and her pussy throbbed on the dildo. Whilst she was doing this Helen spoke with the man and they arranged a little proposition. He would lend Helen his young slave for the weekend so she could break her virgin ass for him and teach her a few submissive lessons in lesbian love. In exchange she would lend him Linda the following weekend so he could give her a few lessons in cock submission and learning how to take live cock in all possible ways. Toni also wished to borrow Linda having enjoyed her ass and wanting to get to enjoy all her other orifices too. Helen and her agreed to arrange something mutually suitable. Linda overheard both conversations and shuddered in fear. When all were ready Helen clipped the long chain to Linda’s collar and making her hold her purchases they walked out of the back room and out of the fetish shop.

5. The Restaurant

Helen walked with long easy strides, left hand casually holding one end of the three foot chain. The other end was clipped to Linda’s collar and kept her always hurrying to keep up with Helen lest she stumble and fall; this would let everyone see her welted bare ass and her stuffed pussy. Added to that Linda had to carry the shopping bags from the lingerie and fetish shops as well as the magazine which always had to be on clear view of everyone. Her ass gaped from having being repeatedly and viciously fucked by Toni and the man at the fetish shop and dirt-streaked cum dribbled down her inner thighs. They went up to the top floor where Helen marched Linda into one of the Mall’s three waiter-service restaurants; she chose a very sleek and modern steakhouse, set out on two levels; a ground floor bar and a mezzanine overlooking the bar area. Helen walked up to the Maitre’d and asked for a table for two overlooking the ground floor. He led them to a table in the corner of the mezzanine floor just overlooking the bar. There Linda’s body would be in full view of anyone looking up from the bar; just what Helen wanted. She ordered Linda to sit her bare ass on the cane chair, letting her skirt fall around it. The seat was plaited raffia and it scratched her welted ass painfully. That was one reason Helen had chosen this place. The skirt was far too short for the position she had been ordered to sit in and left her ass and upper thighs fully exposed to anyone who looked in their direction. It was also very difficult to sit still with the huge dildo still inside her so she kept squirming uncomfortably. Helen smiled inwardly and decided to press on. She took a short but thick butt plug out of her bag and passed it to Linda over the table, in full view of the other patrons in the restaurant. Linda took it shyly as Helen instructed her to go to the bathroom and insert it in her ass making sure to coat it with the Ben Gay she also gave her. Linda began to plead with Helen who simply added, “When we get home that will be twenty strokes with the cane for arguing Linda! You will also put these on as a reminder of who you belong to.” Linda softly cried as Helen handed her two strong alligator clamps for her nipples. Without another word she got up and went to the bathroom. There Linda hid in a cubicle crying as she coated the plug with Ben Gay and pushed it into her distended ass; at first it felt normal but soon started to smart and burn her tender tissues; she then opened her blouse and placed the clamps on her sore nipples, the teeth bit into her nubs and she was sure they would soon start to bleed. Rearranging her blouse Linda walked out and went back to her table. She sat gingerly on her seat as Helen smiled at her. The waiter came and Helen ordered for both of them. Linda could not keep still and when the waiter returned with their drinks; white wine for Helen, water for Linda; he asked her if everything was alright. Helen spoke, “No, everything is not alright. My lady friend here is my sex slave and she cannot sit still because she has a few things that won’t let her. Linda, show the nice young man what you are wearing on your nipples and what you are sitting on.” Linda went a bright shade of red and shook her head sobbing. Helen went on, “Linda, that will be twenty more with the cane at home. Now show him!” Linda cried softly as she opened her blouse and showed the waiter her clamped nipples; they were purple and grossly enlarged. She then lifted her skirt and sat sideways showing the man the dildo and plug inside her. His eyes nearly popped out and he mumbled something as he swiftly left their table. Helen laughed as Linda sat down again, now reduced to a crying, red-faced little girl. The waiter brought their food and they ate in silence. Steak and salad for Helen, chicken salad for Linda. They finished their food and then Helen called the waiter over, she asked him for a coffee for her and said Linda would be having pussy for dessert. He stared in surprise but Helen simply repeated her order. When the coffee came Linda was nowhere to be seen. Just as the waiter turned to go he heard a slurping sound and saw a pair of high heels sticking out from under the tablecloth. Linda was on her knees under the table eating out Helen’s pussy! He gulped and decided to be bold; he asked Helen if Linda would want some cock after her pussy. Helen smiled at him and replied, “But of course, Linda would be most willing to have some cock after she has finished the pussy she is eating now, I will send her to you as soon as she is finished here.” Linda licked and sucked at Helen’s trimmed pussy, paying particular attention to the prominent clitoris that stood out proud from its hood. Helen enjoyed the attention and dropped her hands under the table cloth, kneading and pummelling Linda’s head and face unseen by the rest of the diners. With a shudder Helen came, spurting out loads of juice into Linda’s mouth. Helen was a spurter and often drenched the bed when she climaxed. Linda swallowed suspecting Helen would not want her to waste a drop. Fully satisfied Helen pushed Linda out from under the table and the people sitting at the bar below were a bit perplexed to see a grown woman with a red welted ass crawling out from under a table above them. They stared at her wondering what the pink objects were around her pussy and ass area. Only a few recognised the dildo and plug for what they were. Helen now sent Linda to the waiter’s area to look for their young server and ordered her to give him a good blow job and bring back his cum in her mouth taking care not to spill a single drop. Linda went off to carry out her orders and returned fifteen minutes later, her mouth tightly closed. Helen smiled and handed Linda her empty wine glass, telling her to spit the cum in there, she would be drinking it slowly whilst Helen smoked a cigarette. Linda hated the taste of cum but had no choice except to comply. She sipped at the cum whilst Helen smoked her Salem with relish. When they had both finished Helen called the young man over and asked for the bill. He smiled at her and told her they owed nothing, the meal had been paid for by one of the patrons sitting at the bar. They looked down and noticed a middle aged man in a dark business suit looking up at them. He held out his glass to them and smiled knowingly. Helen smiled back at him and sent down her business card with the young waiter, she knew he would call before the day was out. The women stood up and Helen walked out of the restaurant as Linda followed carrying all their bags. They left the restaurant and walked to the lifts taking the first available one down to the parking levels.

6. The Ride Home

They exited the lifts on the second sub-basement and Linda followed Helen as she walked up to her car; a dark green Jaguar convertible. Linda had guessed correctly all those hours ago. Helen unlocked the car and put the shopping in the trunk. She then pushed Linda face down onto the hood and flipped her skirt up. Using her hand she gave Linda ten sound slaps on her already sore butt. A deep red hue spread over her ass and the welts seemed to stand out even more. “This is just to remind you of who is boss during the ride home.” Linda lay there sobbing until Helen pulled her up and shoved her into the passenger seat. She ordered her to pull her skirt up exposing her pussy and to open her blouse wide so her clamped nipples would be visible and easily accessible. Once Linda had done this Helen belted her up and cuffed her securely; right hand to the door pull and left hand to the seat-belt anchor. She put on a pair if leather driving gloves, started the car up and powered the top down. They drove out of the building and onto the street outside the Mall. They stopped at a set of lights and whilst waiting there Helen entertained herself tweaking and pulling Linda’s clamped nipples. She could do nothing but squirm in protest which only earned her a harder twist of Helen’s fingers. A huge truck stopped beside them and they heard a loud horn. They looked up and saw the driver nodding his head at them and smiling approvingly, this wasn’t something he saw every day. Helen acknowledged him by pulling Linda’s blouse further out and stretching her left nipple out for him to see. The lights changed and they drove on. Helen kept reaching down to Linda’s pussy and playing with the dildo inside it. At the next set of lights the game continued and Linda was getting extremely aroused and wet. A small puddle of juice was forming on the leather seat and Helen noticed this with relish, Linda would have to lick it dry at home. Whilst busy tampering with the dildo a limousine stopped next to them and the rear window slid down silently. The man who had paid for their meal at the restaurant smiled at them and beckoned with his finger, he mouthed the words, “Follow me.” Helen nodded and flicked on her indicators. When the lights changed she let the limousine lead and followed it out of town. The direction they were travelling in also led towards Helen’s house anyway so she was not worried. After driving for twenty minutes the limousine pulled off the road and into a secluded truckers’ lay-by. Helen pulled in behind it and stopped her engine. The business man opened the rear door of the limo and Helen walked over and joined him inside. He offered her a drink and she asked for a dry sherry, ice cold. He gave it to her and poured himself a malt whisky with a drop of spring water. They discussed Linda and he said how it would please him to own her. He offered to buy her off Helen but she declined, even after being offered a five figure sum. He finally asked if at least he would be able to abuse her for a few days. Helen asked what was in it for her and the man, who had introduced himself as John, simply took out a small photo album from a cubby in the car and flipped it open to show Helen an array of beautiful men and women all in tight rubber or leather bondage. He made a two-for-one offer; any time she was willing to lend him Linda he would lend any two of his slaves for her to use and abuse as she pleased. This was acceptable to Helen and they sealed the deal with a handshake. He gave her his business card and asked if he could have Linda for just thirty minutes so he could have a taster of her charms. Helen laughed and said what joy would she get out of that? He smiled and pressed a button on a display. A hidden panel slid down behind the rear seats. It revealed a slender figure laying on her back, ensconced in a very tight catsuit, her tits trying to burst out as she squirmed in the small compartment. A double tube led out from the hood and a shock of red hair was visible in a long plait behind her head. The faint hum of a vibrator could be heard going on and off and Helen supposed this is what was causing the squirming. John opened a second cabinet in the rear and showed Helen a small selection of whips, straps, dildoes, strap-ons, butt plugs and other instruments and told her she was free to use any on his slave whilst he abused Linda. She gave him the keys to Linda’s cuffs and he took a short twelve inch strap with him plus a pair of weighted alligator clamps. Left alone in the limo Helen pulled the rubber bound slave into the seating area. She examined the tube leading out of the hood and saw one has a bulb obviously for pumping up an inflatable gag; the other was an air tube. She deflated the gag and took off the hood. The slave was beautiful and looked not a day over twenty. She had thick luscious lips of a deep red hue and sparkling emerald green eyes with long curved lashes. Her red hair was tightly bound into the plait Helen had seen trailing from the hood and her nose was the cutest she had ever seen on a slave. Helen released her arms which were buckled together behind her back; she also released her legs which had been buckled up to the knees. Her feet were locked in six inch stiletto heeled ankle boots the same burgundy colour as the latex cat suit. There were zips all over the suit, each having a particular zone to cover. Helen opened a couple on the chest revealing long thick nipples; a deep purple from some earlier play or punishment; both pierced and sporting nipple rings. The slave moaned as Helen pulled and played with the rings stretching the nipples out of the slits in the suit. This went on for about ten minutes as the slave whimpered and moaned repeatedly. Next Helen turned the slave around and had her kneel of the floor of the limo holding herself against the seat. She opened a zip that went all the way from the ass to the pussy and watched in fascination as the slit opened out to reveal a grossly abused ass and pussy. A thick vibrating dildo held the shaved and pierced pussy open, two wires trailing out of the suit only a few inches. The ass was also opened wide but by an impossibly thick glass butt plug and showed clear signs of a recent beating. There were cane, strap and crop marks and they made a pretty pattern on the otherwise alabaster skin. Helen switched off the dildo and removed it. The plug however she decided to leave in for the moment. She played with the slave’s pussy, pushing her gloved fingers deep inside it, twisting and pulling her labia and kneading the pubic mound. The slave heaved and sighed as she got excited. Helen kept this up for another ten minutes and was well aroused herself. She wanted to be pleasured herself now, preferably to a climax. She picked up a double-dildo gag from the cubby and buckled it tightly to the slave’s head, stuffing the mouth end well inside. She then lay the slave on her back on the limo’s floor and removed her own skirt. Carefully she sat on the dildo pushing it slowly and deliberately inside her. She settled comfortable and started to fuck herself on it. The slave groaned under her as Helen screwed herself steadily towards a climax. However she felt the slave wasn’t doing enough so she took a leather bound crop and started hitting the slave’s bald cunt to force her make a bigger effort to help Helen climax. The slave kept trying to push the dildo further inside Helen’s pussy as she moved on her face. At the same time the slave was having her nipples pulled out and tweaked mercilessly. Helen was one cruel taskmistress. They kept this up for fifteen minutes when suddenly Helen could feel the rush coming, a few more deep thrusts and she climaxed, screaming and squirting all over the slave’s face. The climax caused her to hit at the slave’s cunt uncontrollably and of course this only meant the slave fucked her more intensely to try to end the torture. At last Helen stopped and rolled off the slave. She kissed the slave deeply and passionately and even kissed her abused nipples as a gesture of gratitude. In one swift movement she replaced her skirt and opened the limo door leaving the slave on the floor. Outside she found John smoking a cigarette leaning against her Jaguar whilst she noticed Linda was crying disconsolate on the ground kneeling cuffed to the car’s rear bumper. Later at home she would demand she tell her exactly what had gone on. She enjoyed hearing the stories whilst toying with her slaves’ charms; but now to get home. She put Linda back in the car, said her goodbyes to John and drove out of the lay-by. By the time they got to her home an hour later it was starting to get dark. Linda had never seen such a huge house close up, a true manor house, with wings and porch and all. It even had a sweeping driveway and a lodge house at the entrance to the grounds. Helen parked in the driveway and took everything out of the trunk before releasing Linda. As they got to the front door it swung open and a servant girl stood there impeccably dressed in a black and white maid’s outfit; perfectly normal; except it was totally made of latex. They walked in; Linda followed and looked around in awe. Helen simply said. “This will be your home from now on as we agreed. Get used to it. I will now show you to your room and give you a few instructions, we must get ready for our guests later on tonight.” With this Helen swept up the long winding staircase, Linda keeping up as best she could.

…to be continued