The Theft
When I was seventeen, I worked as a clerk at a small gift shop
near the center of town. It was fun because the other clerk was Beth,
my best friend in the whole world and it was our last summer together.
We'd just graduated from high school and it was a bittersweet time -
we were out of high school and soon would be going our separate ways.
Beth to Georgetown and me to the University Of Michigan.
We'd met on the first day of kindergarten and had been friends
ever since. We were alike in many ways, but physically we were very
different. Beth was tall and blonde and stunningly beautiful. I was
small and dark and almost plain, but I had a good athletic body and
very nice legs. Unfortunately, with Beth around, nobody noticed. Not
that it bothered me much because I was as much in love with her as
everyone else. Beth was our leader in high school - the most
beautiful, most intelligent and most daring of us all. She was
usually the first to try anything. She'd been the first to lose her
virginity, at 14, the first to drink, the first to smoke dope. She
was class valdictorian, editor of the yearbook, voted most likely to
succeed. She was.....Beth, the most influential member of our class.
Early one hot summer afternoon, a Thursday, when we both
wished we were anywhere but the store, the owner came in and and told
us to close up because she wanted to talk to us. We didn't have any
idea of what was going on but we locked the door and put up the closed
sign and then drew the curtain on the door. The owner of the store,
Kathryn, was waiting for us in the back room. She was in her late
twenties at the time and divorced. She had a son but he lived with
his father. Kathryn was an attractive woman with red hair, green eyes
and freckles, but to us she was one of 'them' - an adult.
The back room, unlike the rest of the store, wasn't air
conditioned. Kathryn was sitting behind the small wooden desk she
used when she was working on the books or preparing orders. Beth and
I slipped into the room and left the door ajar to allow the air to
circulate. Kathyrn glanced up with a serious look on her face and
said, "Sara, please close the door and lock it. What I have to say is
private." I nodded, closed the door and then turned the key in the lock.
After I closed the door, Beth and I stood side-by-side and
waited for Kathryn to tell us what was wrong. She stared at us in
silence for a moment before speaking. "Girls," she began, "What I
have to say is very serious. Someone has been stealing money for the
past several weeks. Not a huge amount, but a consistent $50-$60 a
day. I was going to go straight to the police but I thought I'd talk
to the both of you first and give the guilty party a chance to
confess. If she does, I'll just dismiss her and not file charges."
Beth and I glanced at each other in shock. Neither of us
could believe that the other was a thief! We both protested our
innocence at length but Kathryn refused to believe us. She said she
had too much proof and since neither of us was willing to confess she
had no choice but to go to the police. Beth started to cry. "Nooooo!
You can't! It will ruin my chances of getting into law school!" I
was stunned! I hadn't thought of that aspect - what would U of M
think if one of their incoming freshman was arrested for theft? Of
course, I hadn't done it and I found it hard to believe that Beth had,
but we certainly we would both be arrested.
Beth stood there sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Ms. Hill, isn't there any other way? Can't we pay you back? Or you
could punish us yourself?"
I glanced at Beth, surprised that she'd even suggest such a
thing. But then I thought that anything might be better than having
your life ruined before it even got started.
Kathryn looked thoughtful for a moment, then shook her head.
"No, this is a police matter." She reached for the phone.
I was stunned at what happened next. Beth screamed, "No!
Please, don't!" And she dropped to her knees and began to beg Kathryn
to reconsider. I was staring down at Beth in surprise when I heard
Kathryn speak my name.
"Sara, how about you? Do you agree to accept whatever punishment I
decide upon?"
I hesitated, but a glance at Beth's hopeful face decided me.
I nodded and whispered, "Yes, Ms. Hill, I agree."
Kathryn sat back and stared at us in silence for a moment.
"Okay, this is your punishment. A strapping on your bare buttocks.
Twenty-five strokes each."
I was stunned! "You can't be serious?" Beth, still on her knees,
glanced up at me in alarm.
"Yes, I'm serious. You need to be taught a lesson. Now make
up your minds. Start undressing or I call the police. Strip down to your
bra and panties."
Beth reached over and took my hand. "Please....."
I looked down at her for a long minute and then shrugged.
"Okay. I'll take the spanking."
Kathryn got up and walked over to an old filing cabinet and
began to rummage around in the top drawer. Beth got to her feet and
began to unbutton her blouse. I glanced away and started to undress.
Kathryn found what she was looking for - a leather strap about 18"
long, 3" wide, and about 1/8" thick. It had a wood handle that was
carved to fit the hand. She came back and stood watching as Beth and
I finished stripping. Unfortunately, I wasn't wearing a bra because I
seldom did in those days - I was/am small on top (34a) and really didn't need
one.
Beth glanced over and saw me standing there in just my
underpants. She still had tears in her eyes, but she smiled and then
reached back and unhooked her bra. She slipped it off and tossed it
on top of her other clothes. I remember how grateful I felt for the
gesture. I also remember looking at her perfect, conical breasts and
feeling a brust of envy that I quick surpressed. Then Kathryn cleared
her throat and said, "Who's first?"
Beth and I glanced at each other and neither of us said a
word. Kathryn nodded and said, "Okay, I'll decide. You first, Beth."
I saw a look flash across Beth's face that I thought was
surprise, but I assumed it had to be fear. Beth moved forward very
reluctantly and postioned herself in front of the desk. Kathryn had
her move forward until she was pressed against the desk. Then she
told Beth to clasp her hands behind her neck and keep them there.
Beth obeyed, but slowly. Kathryn turned to me and said, "Go and stand
with your back against the door, hands behind your neck like Beth." I
hastened to obey.
I stood with my back to the door and watched as Kathryn
stepped up behind Beth, but off to one side a little, affording me a
perfect view as she pulled Beth's panties down. She took them all the
way off and tucked them into the front of her jeans. I stared at
Beth's perfect ass and felt a sudden warmth between my legs. Beth was
already whimpering when Kathryn told her to bend forward until her
upper body was resting on the desktop. As she did she was forced to
spread her feet apart to maintain her balance. Kathryn waited until
Beth was postioned and then she stepped back. I stared at Beth and
shivered when I saw how exposed she was. Her pussy and her tight
little anus were totally exposed and I felt another surge of warmth as
I stared at them. I realized that in just a few minutes I'd be
exposed in the same fashion!
Then Kathryn raised the strap and brought it down across
Beth's buttocks as hard as she could. Beth screamed and I saw the red
mark flare across her bottom. Kathyrn worked steadily, landing blow
after blow across Beth's buttocks and upper thighs. After a
half-dozen, Beth was sobbing like a baby. I remember thinking that I
wouldn't blubber like that when it was my turn. After another
half-dozen, Beth was begging for mercy, her dignity and pride
forgotten. Kathryn ignored her and continued the steady stream of
blows. When it was over, Beth lay there sobbing and made no attempt
to stand. Kathryn stepped closer and I watch in shocked fascination
as her hand slipped between Beth's legs. Kathyrn slipped two fingers
deep into Beth's pussy and moved them around for a moment before
withdrawing them. She held her hand up and I saw her fingers
glistening with Beth's cunt juices. As I watched, Kathyrn calmly
lifted her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. I was
stunned by my reaction - I got so wet I was afraid it would show
though my panties! But Kathyrn wasn't finished. When she finished
cleaning her fingers, she ran her forefinger up the crease between
Beth's buttocks and pressed it lightly against Beth's tight little
anus. I held my breath, unable to believe what I was seeing. I was
horrified and terribly excited. I watched as Kathyrn pressed harder
and pushed her finger into Beth's ass. She pushed it in as far as it
would go and probed around for a moment or two. Then she withdrew and
wiped it on a tissue. She stood there, staring down at Beth for a
moment, then she slapped her on the buttocks, causing Beth to jump and
scream. "Get up and go over and kneel by the door."
As Beth began to straighten up, Kathryn turned to me and told
me to move over to the desk. I started to bring my hands down but she
snapped, "Keep your hands where they are." I stepped aside as Beth
stumbled toward the door. As I took my place at the desk I glanced
back and saw Beth on her knees by the door. She was facing the desk,
hands clasped behind her neck, knees spread wide, ankles crossed. She
was still crying and tears were dripping onto her chest. Then I
turned and faced the desk, pressing my hips against it as hard as I could.
Kathyrn stepped up behind me and I felt her hook a finger into
the waistband of my panties. I took a deep breath as she tugged them
down over my hips and let them drop around my ankles. I stepped out
of them without being asked. "Bend over the desk. You saw how Beth
was postitioned." Kathryn's tone was brisk. I spread my feet apart a
comfortable distance apart and bent forward until my upper body was
resting on the desktop. I turned my face to the left and stared at a
spot on the wall while I waited to be whipped.
I started when I felt Kathryn's hand touch the small of my
back. She pressed her hand down to hold me while she stroked my
buttocks with her other hand. I bit my lip and remained silent as she
probed between my legs. I wanted to stop her, but I told myself
anything that delayed the whipping I was going to get could be
endured. She spread me slightly and I blushed as she ran the tip of
one finger up the crease between my buttocks. She teased my anus for
a moment before sliding her hand lower to cup my sex, leaving her
thumb resting on my anus. I whimpered and whispered, "No, please don't....."
Kathryn chuckled as she discovered that I was very wet. Her
fingers slipped easily into my cunt. At the same time, she increased
the pressure on my anus and I moaned as her thumb forced it's way into
my ass. She gripped me tightly and lifted. She actually lifted my
feet clear of the floor using what I later heard called 'the bowling
ball grip' - which is putting three fingers into the woman's cunt and
your thumb into her anus. She held me like that for a moment.
"You're so wet! You must have loved watching me whip Beth. Or was it
your view of her ass and cunt that turned you on?" I whimpered but
didn't reply. She shook me and said, "Answer me or you get another
five strokes added."
I took a deep breath and whispered, "Both. Both turned me on."
Kathryn shook me again. "Answer fully and speak up. Beth
wants to know too. Get it right or I add ten strokes!"
I thought about it for a moment before answering again. "I
enjoyed seeing her exposed and it turned me on to hear her beg while you
whipped her."
"How do you feel about that?" As she spoke, Kathryn moved her thumb
around in my ass.
"Ashamed. I feel ashamed that I enjoyed Beth's humiliation."
And it was the truth. I did feel ashamed. Very ashamed. And very excited.
Kathryn suddenly withdrew her hand and told me it was time for
my punishment. I bit my lip and silently vowed that I wouldn't beg,
wouldn't make a spectacle of myself the way Beth had done. I heard
Kathryn's step back and then I heard a swishing sound. WHAAAACCCKKK!
The strap landed across my buttocks and I was stunned by the pain. It
felt as if I'd been branded with a hot iron! I felt tears welling up
and wondered how I was going to get through 24 more strokes. It was
the worst pain I'd ever felt!
WHAAACCCKKK! Number two caused me to arch my torso and I
actually lifted my breasts clear of the desk. I bit my lip hard to
help me remain silent. WHAAACCCKKK! WHAAACCCKKK! WHAAACCCK! The
next three strokes came in quick succession and my thoughts dissolved
in a blur of pain. I was like a wounded animal - all I could think
about was the pain. I was sobbing aloud by then. The next five
destroyed all sense of pride and dignity, I started to scream. I
screamed and screamed as the blows continued, but I didn't move. Some
part of my mind still functioned and kept me from moving, from causing
her to start the count over.
I was counting and I sobbed with relief as #25 landed across
my upper thighs. I started to straighten up but Kathryn's voice froze
me in place. "Don't move thief, you still have another 10 strokes coming to
you."
That broke me. I began to beg. "Please, Ms. Hill, no more.
Please! I'll do anything! Please! Oh God, please don't whip me
anymore! Please! Please! I'll do anything you say!"
Kathryn placed her hand on the small of my back again. "Do you admit
that you're the thief?"
"No! I'm not! I'm telling you the truth!" I heard the whine in my
voice and hated it.
"I'm going to whip you until you admit that you're a dirty
little thief." Kathryn's voice was cold and hard. Her hand
disappeared from my back and I tensed up. WHAAACCCKKKKK! I screamed.
"Pleaaaaaasssseee! Noooooo!" WHAAACCCCKKK! I lost it completely
and blushed in shame as I emptied my bladder. I felt the urine splash
against the desk and run down my legs.
Kathryn laughed and I heard he say, "Look, Beth, your friend's
wet herself! Now, thief, down on your knees and beg for mercy or I'll
whip you until you can't stand up."
I straightened up and turned toward Kathryn. Then I dropped
to my knees, right in the puddle of urine, and began to beg for mercy.
Kathryn listened for a few moments and then held her hand up for
silence. "I'll stop the whipping now but you have to sign a paper
stating that you agreed to be punished to avoid police action."
I nodded eagerly. "Yes, I'll sign it."
She stared down at me and said, "Get down on your belly bitch
and lick the tips of my shoes while you beg me to let you eat Beth's cunt."
I stared up at her for a long moment, unable to believe my
ears. She raised the strap and gave me a backhanded stroke across my
breasts. I screamed and threw myself down on my belly. I licked the
tips of her shoes and said, "Please, let me eat Beth's cunt! Please!"
While I groveled, Kathryn said, "Beth, get your thieving ass
over her and join your friend." Beth was on her belly beside me a
moment later and we each licked the tip of one shoe. Kathryn
chuckled. "That's what I like, two obedient little slave bitches!"
After enjoying our humiliation for a few minutes, Kathryn told
us to get going and start eating each other. "Beth, get on your back.
Sara, turn around and straddle her." We moved into the classic
sixty-nine and I lowered myself over Beth's face. I moaned as I felt
her tongue run along the furrow between my labia. Kathryn nudged my
butt with her foot and said, "Get your face down in Beth's cunt." I
lowered myself slowly and quickly smelled the musky scent of an
aroused female. It was scary and exciting. I pressed my mouth
against Beth's plump mound and inhaled deeply. This was followed by a
first, tentative lick. I tasted cunt for the first time and found
that it was very enjoyable. I began to lick with more enthusiasm and
Kathryn chuckled.
A few minutes passed and I was starting to grind myself
against Beth's mouth. Then I felt Kathryn stroke my buttocks. I
paused and glanced at her and saw that she was nude. Her body was
pale and freckled, but very lovely. Nice breasts tipped with puffy
pink nipples that hardened as I watched. I moaned as she played with
spread my buttocks and ran her tongue over my anus. Then I stopped
thinking and lost myself in the sex. It went on for at least two
hours, in all possible combinations. I had my asshole licked and
probed while I moaned in pleasure. I ate both of them several times,
enjoying it more each time, especially eating Kathryn because she was
shaved. I loved playing with and Beth's beautiful tits. I went wild
when Kathryn masturbated me while I was eating Beth for the second or
third time. She got four fingers into me and told me she'd fist me
someday if I asked nicely, but said I was just too tight to do it then.
Later, when we were all sweaty and exhausted, Kathryn leaned
against the desk with Beth and I on our knees in front of her.
"Listen, bitches, this is how it's going to be for the rest of the
summer. You will continue to work here at the same salary. I'll
forget the money that was stolen. But both of you will be my slaves
until you leave for college. Any objections?"
Beth and I glanced at each other for a moment and then back up
at Kathryn. "No, ma'am," we chorused in unison.
Kathryn smiled. I'll have a uniform for you both to wear. A
cropped T-shirt and a short denim skirt. And I mean short! You'll
wear nothing else - no underwear, stockings, or shoes. Do you
understand me, sluts?"
We chorused, "Yes, ma'am."
She told us to get dressed and go home and be back the next
morning promptly at 9:30 a.m. to try on our new uniforms. She wanted
us ready when the store opened at 10 a.m. She wrote down our sizes
and measured us from waist-to-knee before allowing us to dress. Beth
and I didn't talk much as we walked to her car. I think we were both
a little embarassed and uncertain about what had happened. Neither of
us had any underwear on and we were both still sore from the whipping
we'd received. Beth drove me home and I saw that my parents had
alreadly left to spend a long weekend at our cottage on Cape Cod.
Beth pulled into the driveway and I asked her if she wanted to
come in for a while. She hesitated, then nodded. "Sure, no sense in
rushing home. My folks are gone until a week from Saturday."
We went inside and as soon as the door was closed and locked,
Beth put her arm around me and drew me close. I turned my face up and
sighed as she kissed me. "Take you clothes off," she whispered. "I want you
nude."
I stepped back. "You too? Am I your slave too?"
Beth hesitated for a moment and then nodded and stepped
forward, slapping me lightly across my face. "Yes, you're my slave
when we're not with Kathryn."
I stripped and got down on my knees and watched as Beth
undressed. When she was finished, I got down on my belly and licked
her bare feet in submission. She walked out to the kitchen to pour
herself a Diet Coke, making me follow on my hands and knees. I was
totally aroused, dripping wet, by the time we got there. Beth looked
down at me as she sipped her coke. "You're such a slut!"
I flared up at her. "Don't forget, you'll be on your knees
tomorrow too! You're one of Kathryn's 'bitches' and don't you forget it!"
She grinned. "True, so I'd better enjoy myself tonight. I'm
going to sleep over. Now lick my cunt. I want a couple of nice cums
in the next ten minutes or I'll whip your tight little ass!" I got
busy and brought her to orgasm twice, just beating the deadline.
The next day, we showered together and had sex while we were
in there. Then we got dressed and drove to the gift shop. We dressed
minimally - shorts, T-shirts, and running shoes, because we knew we'd
be stripping down as soon as we arrived in the shop.
Kathryn was waiting for us. As soon as we were inside she
made us strip. She had us stand with our hands behind our necks while
she inspected us. Then we tried on the new outfits she'd bought. The
tops fit nicely and ended a couple of inches below our breasts. The
skirts also fit and were VERY short, barely covering our bottoms when
we were standing straight. We'd have to be very careful about bending
down while wearing them, especially since we'd be completely bare
underneath. Kathryn was pleased with the effect but said she'd see
about having us wear white thigh highs and sandals for variety.
That first day was very exciting, as was the rest of the
summer. I realized, early on, that the whole scene was much too
attractive to me and I vowed to distance myself once I went away to
college. But, for the rest of that summer I immersed myself in the
whole scene. That first day was special though. I remember leaning
on the counter, chatting casually with Beth who was sitting on a chair
behind me and a little to my left. What couldn't be seen from the
other side of the counter was Beth's hand which was up under my skirt.
I had a hard time looking calm when Beth was masturbating me. And
bringing me to orgasm!
At one point, I had to go into the back to use the bathroom.
Kathyrn was there at the desk, working on some orders. I slipped my
top and skirt off as soon as the door closed behind me - one of
Kathryn's new rules. She glanced up and smiled as I walked back to
the bathroom. I heard her chair scrape and glanced over my shoulder.
She was following me. She told me to leave the door open. Then she
said, "Forget the toilet. Move that plasic bucket into the center of
the room and squat over it."
When I was squatting over the bucket, knees spread wide, hands
clasped behind my neck, Kathryn told me to look up at her. I did. It
was so erotic to stare into her eyes while I urinated into the bucket.
When I was finished I poured the contents of the bucket into the
toilet. Kathryn told me to use the bucket from then on. I glanced at
her. "Even when...."
She smiled. "Especially then."
I dried myself and washed my hands, all the time thinking
about how it would be to squat and defecate into the bucket with
Kathryn watching. Would she watch me wipe myself afterward? I was
sure she would and realized that privacy was a thing of the past for
me. At least until the summer was over.
Another change from the old days was punishment. Beth and I
were routinely punished for any mistake, no matter how minor. At
least once a day we'd be bent over the desk for a spanking. And each
spanking was followed by sex - great sex, exciting sex. The kind of
sex that I soon came to crave. Of course, I soon came to crave the
spankings too. Kathryn conditioned us to nicely. And she found other
ways to punish us. Ways that worked while we were on duty - clips on
our nipples or on our labia. Butt plugs. A little device that was
held in place with straps - it was positioned over the wearer's pubic
mound and delivered a little jab with a sharp needle when a remote was
activated.
At the end of August it was time to leave for college.
Kathryn, Beth, and I had one last orgy of sex and punishment the
weekend before I left for college. Beth and I were whipped into
screaming submission and then Kathryn raped us with a huge dildo.
Afterward, as we knelt before her for the last time, she gave us each
a gold slave bracelet set with a one carat diamond! The inside was
engraved, "Kathryn's Forever" and Beth and I both cried as we put
them on.
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Well, that was ten years ago. I went off to the University of
Michigan and got a degree in Art History. Then I went on to graduate
school for an MFA and finally a Ph.d in Art History. I recently got
the job of my dreams with a museum in New England and came home again
for the first time in about five years, since my parent's funeral as a
matter of fact. They were killed in an automobile accident.
Our tenth high school reunion was last month and I decided to
go after rejecting the idea at first. I've been married and divorced,
have a daughter who's almost three years old, and I'm fairly happy.
We have a nice apartment in a small suburban town with a good school
system. It's a twenty minute ride from my old home town but I've
avoided the trip because I didn't want to dredge up old memories again.
I went to the reunion after arranging to leave Beth (yes, I
named her after my friend) with my cousin. I wore a conservative gray
dress with white stockings and black high-heeled pumps. I arrived
early and got a seat at a table near the back of the room where I
could see everyone that came in.
I was working on my second glass of white wine, chatting with
a guy I remembered only vaguely, when Beth arrived. I recognized her
instantly despite the fact that her hair had been cropped very short.
She was still the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was wearing
a short slip dress in black silk with black stockings and black heels.
She was nicely tanned despite the fact that it was early October. I
excused myself and headed toward the bar. Beth was ordering a drink
when I stepped up next to her and said, "Hi."
She glanced at me and smiled. Her glanced dropped to my wrist
and she saw that I was wearing my bracelet. I already had seen hers.
"Hi, long time..."
I nodded, "Yes, a very long time. Did you come alone?"
She smiled and nodded. "You?"
"Yes, I'm divorced and not dating. How about you?"
"Still single. Never married. Not dating. Never have, really."
I raised an eyebrow at that. "Why not? Did you go to law
school? What are you doing for a living?"
She took a sip of her drink before answering. "Because I'm
still with Kathryn. Yes, I went to law school and I'm in practice now
in partnership with another lawyer, a man named Johnson."
It was my turn to delay by sipping my drink. I was astonished
that she was still with Kathryn! "Are you still...." My voice
trailed off. How do you ask someone if she's still a slave?
She grinned. "Come with me for a moment." She picked up her
drink and walked across the bar and out into the hall. I followed and
she led the way to the ladies lounge on the next floor. Inside, she
checked to see if there was anyone else there. Then she set her drink
down and bent to catch hold of the hem of her dress. She straightened
up and lifted the dress over her head in one smooth motion. She had
nothing on underneath, her stockings were thigh highs. Her body was
smoothly tanned all over, including her smoothly shaven pubic mound.
Her nipples and labia were pierced and fitted with sterling silver
rings. The base of her clit was pierced by a tiny silver stud.
Another silver ring pierced her navel. There was a small tattoo of a
broken heart at the top of her slit - where it would be hidden if her
pubic hair was allowed to grow. I stared at her for what seemed like
an hour but was probably only a minute or two. Her body was even more
beautiful than when we were in high school - all the baby fat had
burned off and she was tight and trim. Her pert pear-shaped breasts
were still high and firm, with no trace of sag.
I licked my lips and whispered, "My god! You're even more beautiful than
I remember!"
She grinned and took my hand, leading me into the handicapped
stall. She locked the door and said, "Your turn.....slave."
I stripped down to my garterbelt, stockings, and shoes. Then
I leaned against the door and spread my legs while she masturbated me
to orgasm. Afterward, she kissed me and said, "Come back with me to
Kathryn's. Join us again."
"I have a daughter. And a new job."
"That's fine. Your daughter will be welcome. She'll never
know her mother is a slave. And you can keep your job."
I looked her right in the eye and said, "There's one thing I
need to know. There never was a theft, was there?"
Beth hesistated for a moment. "No, we set that up because we both wanted
you."
I laughed. "You both wanted me? I'm small and dark and
plain. You're both beautiful. Why'd you want me?"
Beth shook her head. "You're kidding, aren't you? You have
the most perfect body and the best legs either of us have ever seen!"
I shook my head. "You're not serious, are you? I'm practically flat on
top!"
Beth grinned. "Big tits aren't everything. You have a
fantastic body, a great little ass, and superb thighs! And the
tighest, tastiest little cunt! We were both so hot for you that we
cooked up that whole theft story just to get you."
I stared at her in silence for a moment. Then I shook my head
and grinned. "I should hire you to sue yourself and Kathyrn!"
She grinned back at me. "On your knees, slave."
"Don't you want me nude first?"
She nodded. "Yes," she said in a hoarse whisper. "Always!"
I stepped out of my shoes and removed my stockings and
garterbelt. Then I dropped to my knees on the cold, hard tile and had
my first taste of pussy in ten years! It was fantastic! After Beth's
orgasm, we slipped our dresses on and left. Within 30 minutes I was
on my belly, nude, licking Kathryn's feet in submission. I was a
slave again. I was home. That night I screamed my guts out as I hung
by the ankles and received my first whipping since that August weekend ten
years ago.
The End.
