A day out

Sarah spent the next few hours talking to Ann and Michelle.  They seemed nice enough women, but whenever she tried to talked about their relationship with Jo, or about being 'slaves' they wouldn't answer her, just saying that she would find out in good time.  Jo didn't seem to do much except sit at the bar and watch the crowd.  Sarah didn't have much more to drink – she was drunk enough already  after most of a bottle of wine and so progressed to drinking soft drinks after her first few cocktails.  By now she was getting worried as she had work in the morning and it was getting late.  Jo showed no sign of leaving and Sarah was pretty sure that she would be stopped if she tried to leave on her own – she didn't want to risk a scene and more embarrassment.

She finished of her drink and headed towards the ladies – she was in real need of a pee.  “Where do you think you're going?”  Jo's voice was close by her and she jumped.  “To ... to the toilets.” Sarah managed to stammer.  “No, you're not.  Come and still back down.  We are going soon, but I've bought one last round of drinks.  Come and drink your's like a good girl and then we will be off.”  Sarah returned to her seat to see a whole pint of beer placed before her.  Ann and Michelle had similar sized drinks before them, while Jo had a modest cocktail.  “Hurry up ladies.  Drink up.  No time to waste.”  Ann and Michelle drank rapidly, even though neither had been drinking beer this evening.  Sarah took one swallow and almost gagged – she didn't much care for beer at the best of times and after the wine and the sweet cocktails the bitterness of the hops was overwhelming.  “I ... I can't drink this.” Jo put her face very close to Sarah's and said in a low threatening voice.  “Drink it or do you want me to put you over my knee right here and now and spank your bare ass for all to see?”  Sarah shuddered at the thought of that and quickly shook her head.  She began to drink the bitter liquid.  “Hurry up!  The others have almost finished.  You have a minute or you will be spanked.”  Indeed Ann and Michelle were a good way down their pints and Sarah redoubled her efforts.  “Fifteen seconds left ... 10 ... 9”  Sarah was swallowing the last dregs as Jo reached 'one' – she almost threw up but kept it down.  “Right, we are off come along.”  Jo marched for the exit and the others followed, leaving Sarah to hurry to catch up.

Outside the club there was a queue of people waiting from cabs and they had to wait for quarter of an hour for one, especially as Jo wanted a black cab.  Sarah didn't know why that was as there were only four of them, and by now her bladder was killing her.  She felt like she was about to burst and the beer was making her lightheaded again after she had begun to sober up.  Finally one arrived and Jo entered first, spreading herself across the back seat.  Ann and Michelle took the fold-down jump seats and as Sarah got in and tried to sit on the back seat, Jo just looked at her and pointed at the floor – to the space between the jump seats facing backwards.  Sarah was about to protest but Jo whispered fiercely, “You know what will happen if you make a scene ...”  She left the rest unsaid and Sarah just sank to the floor, sitting among the cigarette butts, ash, dirt and other rubbish that had accumulated in the busy cab.

Michelle must have told the cabbie the address for the taxi started to move and she continued to chat to him as they made their way through the streets.  Sarah had to sit with her knees bend as there was no room for her to stretch out with the back seat so close in front of her.  She also had to hold her skirt to stop it from riding up her legs and as the cab swayed through the streets in jarred her bladder which was now very painful.  She felt a gently pushing between her legs and looked down to see Jo's booted foot slowly forcing her legs apart.  She looked up at her and Jo mouthed the word “Open”.  Sarah sighed knowing she had no choice and slowly pulled her knees apart.  The short skirt had nowhere to go but up her legs and her still painful, hairless pussy was on full display to Jo.  Sarah felt the point of Jo's boot probe into her bladder and the pain was terrible.  Jo just looked at her and a sudden realization came over Sarah and she shook her head wildly “no”.  Jo leaned forward and took her by the chin and whispered, “You have a choice – you can wet yourself here and now where you are sitting or, I will stop the cab and make you get out and squat down in the headlights of the taxi and piss in front of the driver and anyone else who happens to be passing.  So which is it?”

Sarah was in tears, she knew what she would do but as she started to close her legs to do the deed, Jo shook her head.  Sarah closed her eyes to start, but Jo slapped her across the face – not hard but it stung, “Eyes open – look at me.”  Sarah did as she was told.  She looked at Jo and let go of her bladder.  She felt a warm, growing pool of liquid spread around her behind and collect in the folds of her skirt.  It was a long time before she stopped, but the relief was wonderful, even with Jo staring coldly down at her.  The rest of the drive wasn't so pleasant with cooling urine sloshing backwards and forwards as the cab turned corners.  Finally the cab stopped and Michelle opened the door and got out.  Ann did likewise on the other side and Jo used Sarah's purse to pay the driver.  “Oh, and here is something for the mess.”  She handed the puzzled cabbie an extra tenner and got out signaling that Sarah should do the same.  As she stood Sarah felt the liquid that had been caught in her skirt run down her legs and trickle over her shoes.  Looking at the back of her skirt she could see that it was filthy with cigarette ends, ash and all sorts of grim covering it.  The taxi drove off and Sarah looked to see where she was.  She was standing before her house and her car was on the drive.

“How ... how did ... ?” “How did your car get back here?” Ann smiled and Sarah nodded dumbly.  “Jo brought it to the station where Michelle and I loaded in our stuff and drove here.  Before you ask – your address is on your drivers license, which was in your bag.”  Sarah just looked on in a daze as Michelle walked up the drive and unlocked the front door.  Sarah was about to follow, when Jo's voice stopped her.  “No, get down on all fours and crawl in.” “But ... but the neighbours ... someone will see.” Jo was angry now, “It's the early hours, you will just have to take the risk.  Get down NOW.”  Sarah started to cry – it was all too much for her.  Jo strode up to her, grabbed her by the hair and forced her head down so that Sarah had no choice but to kneel.  She felt her face pushed into the paving stones and then her sopping skirt yanked up round her waist.  The cold urine began to trickle up her back and round onto her stomach.  Jo's hand was on her neck holding her down and suddenly, smack, smack, SMACK.  Jo was spanking her hard on her bottom and red-raw pussy.  Sarah cried out in pain and humiliation but then thinking of the her neighbours forced herself to be quiet and take the beating.  Jo didn't stop for a least a minute, but when she released her grip, Sarah didn't dare move.

“That's for your disobedience.  Now strip – leave the shoes but everything else goes.  You may kneel up to do it.”  “The quicker I do it, quicker I will be off the street”, Sarah though and knelt up and pulled off her top.  The bra followed and she was about to work the skirt down her legs when Jo stopped her.  “No, lift it up – over your head.”  Resigned, Sarah did so – the soaking skirt rubbing against her sore nipples and wet her face and hair as she dragged it over her head.  It stank and she threw it gratefully to the driveway.  “Back down on all fours.”  beaten Sarah complied as Michelle walked up and handed Jo something.  “Michelle, get rid of those would you.”  Michelle rinkled her nose at the foul skirt but picked it up along with the top and bra and carried them into the house.  Jo reached down and Sarah felt something put round her neck.  Buckles were fastened and she realization she was wearing a wide leather collar that forced her head up.  A click, and a leash was attached to one of the D rings.  Jo looked into her eyes.  “Now you are going to behave and crawl meekly into the house.”  Tears were in Sarah's eyes.  “Yes” she answered quietly.  SMACK, Jo's hand was hard on Sarah's ass.  “Yes, what?” Jo almost shouted.  “Yes ... M .. Mistress.” “Better, now come along.”  Jo tugged on the lead and Sarah became to crawl, naked, collared and leashed up her own driveway.

Ann was holding the door open for them to enter.  “Thank the mistress for teaching you a valuable lesson.” Ann was almost smirking.  Sarah looked around in confusion before catching on.  “Thank you mistress Joanne for showing me how to behave.”  Ann lost her smile and Sarah understood a little bit more about the situation. Ann closed the door and Jo lead Sarah into the living room.  She was shocked.  All the furniture had been pushed to the walls and “equipment” had been set up round the room.  It was obviously portable but even so there were leather upholstered sections connected by the metal tubing.  There was a 'horse' set on legs at about waist height, some sort of chair with restraints and a frame with cuffs at all sorts of points.  “We had a job lugging all this by train.”  Michelle indicated the equipment and also a number of other bags.

“Stand up! Look forward!” Jo snapped.  Sarah hurried to obey.  She felt her hands being taken by Ann and Michelle but didn't dare look.  Clasps clicked round her wrists.  “Move your feet apart.  About three feet.”  Sarah did so and the pain from her high heals increased.  Chancing a look down she saw that her hands were encased in leather mittens with D rings at the end.  They had been fastened with small padlocks.  Ann and Michelle were now working at her ankles where the cuffs of a spreader bar were being placed round each of her ankles.  The girls finished by locking the cuffs with padlocks.  As they stood up Sarah could feel the pain from her new shoes even more.  Her toes had been aching for some while but now the pain was much worse.  Then her arms were pulled behind her back and she felt the ends of the mittens attached to a D ring on her collar.  All she could do was to stand as straight as possible to relieve the pain.

“So, what do you think of her, girls?” Jo was smiling as the other two walked round Sarah and looked her over.  Ann squeezed her sore nipples and looked her up and down,  Michelle's hand landed on her behind and gave a good feel.  Sarah felt her finger trace over her belly and then down her legs.  Michelle's hand found it's way between her legs and a finger stroked at her lips.  She gave Sarah a wink.  “I'm sure she will fit in nicely mistress, once she has been trained.” Michelle gave another wink.  Sarah was confused.  She had never been touched by another woman although she must admit to being curious about it – she had talked to Jo on the Internet for weeks and there was surely a sexual element there, but here, now in the flesh -  this was something new - something she needed to think about.

“Enough fun.  Strip and present!”  Jo's voice was firm and immediately Ann and Michelle removed their clothes.  Once naked they got down on all fours, spread their knees about a foot and a half apart and arched their backs to give a good view of their bums and pussies.  Sarah could see that indeed they were pierced as she was  - light chains running through rings piercing their lips.  “See?  They are just like you.”  Jo smiled a wicked smile, “and they have got lax this evening, they need punishing.”  Her voice hardened.  She reached down and pulled on Ann's hair forcing her head up.  “How many strokes do you deserve?”  Ann thought for a split second, “Four mistress, thank you mistress.”  Jo strode to a rack that had been set up to hold various 'instruments' and selected a firm looking cane.  She returned to behind Ann and rubbed the cane over her bare ass, teasing her pussy with it.  Quickly she lifted the cane.  Whack.  The cane came down on Ann's vulnerable bum and a thin, red line started to appear.  “One ... thank you mistress.” muttered Ann. Whack! Harder this time.  “Two, than you mistress.”  Whack  “Three, thank you mistress.” WHACK! Jo put full force into the stroke.  “Four ... thank you for punishing me mistress.” Ann whimpered, but kept still.

Jo turned to Sarah, “You see?  A well trained slave knows how to take her punishment.  Let see if Michelle does as well.”  Sarah wasn't quite sure what they were being punished for but the girls seemed to accept it as their due.  “Michelle, how many strokes.”  “Five mistress.  Thank you mistress.”  Michelle had her answer ready and Ann gave her a sour glance.  Whack.  The cane came down but Michelle didn't flinch,  “One, mistress ... Thank you mistress.”  Michelle's voice was low and controlled.  She took the other strokes in the same way, even the last which was much harder than the rest.  “Michelle takes the cane well doesn't she?”  Jo smiled at Sarah.  In fact it makes her wet, I'm betting.  Shall we find out?  Jo bent and roughly pushed two fingers inside Michelle.  They slipped in easily and came out glistening and slippery.  “See?”  Jo held her fingers before Sarah's face.  “All woman and all aroused.”  Jo's eyes narrowed.  “Suck!” and she pushed her wet fingers towards Sarah's mouth.

Sarah panicked.  Tied as she was, she turned her head away and closed her mouth.  Slap! Jo's hand smacked across her check, hard, leaving and red mark and Michelle's juices splatted over her face.  Jo bend and pushed her fingers deeper into Michelle and they came out wetter than before. Sarah could see that Michelle was getting wetter from the rough treatment and that her pussy was beginning to drip.  Jo ran the cane between Michelle's legs and for the first time Michelle almost moved.  Sarah guessed that she was close to orgasm and that Jo knew it.  Jo took Sarah's chin and began to wipe Michelle's juices over her face.  She finished by cleaning her fingers off in Sarah's hair.  “So, now let's try again.  Lick the cane clean for me.  You have Michelle's wetness all over your face so you may as well taste it too.”  Jo smiled at Sarah.  Sarah swallowed, took a deep breath and nodded.  SLAP!  Jo hand stung Sarah's cheek again and she grabbed her chin.  “Ask properly!”  Jo's eyes were hard.  “Thank you for letting me lick the cane mistress.”  Sarah opened her mouth ready.  She felt the damp cane pressed against her mouth and began to lick the musky liquid from it as Jo drew the stick over her mouth.  It was the first time that she had tasted a woman and she found that it wasn't unpleasant.

“Your turn, Sarah.  How many strokes?”  Jo's voice was firm and demanding.  Caught by surprise Sarah wasn't ready for the question.  “Th ... three mistress?” She stammered.  “No, not enough.  You need to learn judge more carefully how much punishment you need.  So the rule is that if you don't suggest enough then I decide.” Jo grinned.  “In fact Ann and Michelle have decided for me.  Four and five ... that makes nine so nine strokes it is.  Now get to the horse and bend over it.”  Sarah was in shock and couldn't move,  nine strokes of that wicked looking cane and stretched over the padded horse that Ann and Michelle must have set up ...  When she didn't move Jo grabbed her hair and pulled her forward.  With her legs spread and cuffed Sarah almost felt but managed to catch herself and shuffle forward.  She did start to fall, but luckily the horse saved her.  She fell across it hard and the wind was knocked out of her.  Whack! The cane came down on her bottom.  Awwwwwww! Screamed Sarah.  A line was fire was playing over her buttocks.  She felt her head pull forcefully up and looked up into Jo unforgiving eyes.  “You should know the rules better by now.”  Jo looked down at her.  “Let's try again shall we?”  Whack.  Down came the can.  The pain was almost as bad as before but Sarah had the presence of mind to think and reply, “One ... Thank you mistress Jo.”  The second stroke fell almost before she could recover but still she managed to count, “Two ... Thank you mistress.” and so it went on.  Each stroke adding to the last making her ass a mass of pain.  Sarah readied herself for the final stroke she guessed that it was going to be worse than all the rest.  It fell and the pain was almost more than she could bare.  “Nine ... Thank you mistress for punishing me.”  Sarah wanted to get her words correct.  She couldn't make a mistake and give Jo an excuse to start from the beginning again.  No more strokes came and Sarah hung limply over the padded horse.

“Stand up, girl!” Sarah felt a light stroke across her bottom with the cane.  Although it wasn't hard is still hurt badly after the more powerful strokes.  Jo smiled at her as she stood.  “That wasn't so bad was it?”  Sarah managed a nod.  “Dinner time I think – you've not had anything since the tea and cakes.”  She turned to Ann and Michelle who were returning from the kitchen.  “What have you prepared for our latest addition?”  “Boston baked beans.” Ann stated with a knowing smile.  “And banana custard for dessert.” added Michelle.  Sarah looked at the pan of baked beans fried with bacon fat and onions.  It was a congealed mess.  After all the alcohol that she had had she almost threw up on the spot.  “Hmmmmm, a little plain.” smirked Jo, “Do you have anything to spice it?”  Ann produced a bowl of finely chopped fresh red and green chillies.  “How do you like your beans, Sarah?”  Sarah stammered, “I ... I ...”  “Of course any that you don't wish to eat we can use in other ways” Jo added, she looked meaningfully at Sarah's sore pussy.  Sarah shuddered, “Add some please Ann.” she managed.  Ann picked up a generous handful of chillies and sprinkled them over the beans, before setting the plate down on the floor.  “You may as well add the custard as well – it's all going to the same place after all.  Michelle poured the banana custard over the beans and Jo took a spoon and mixed it all in together.

“Dinner is served.” said Jo with a mocking smile.  “How am I going to eat it?” asked Sarah.  She pulled at her arms tied behind her back.  “Oh, I'm sure you will find a way smiled Jo and she lazily swished the cane through the air.  Resigned,  Sarah tried to  kneel.  With her ankles spread apart and her hands between her shoulder blades it was a tricky task.  She bent her knees and let herself fall forwards.  She caught herself on her knees and although they stung she managed not to land flat on her face.  “Hurry, Ann and Michelle have been preparing this all afternoon for you.”  Sarah dropped her face towards the plate.  She knew that she had no choice but to eat it, but balancing herself was difficult.  She got her face over the plate and started to eat the disgusting mess.  The chillies burnt her mouth and she almost gagged.  She munched on, straining all the time not to topple forward.  She was halfway through this 'meal' when she lost her balance and planted her face into the food.  She managed to close her eyes but chili forced it's way up her nose and it stung.  Shuffling her knees forward she regained her balance and continued to eat.  Her face was covered with the nasty food but then she was covered in her own urine and Michelle's juices so why should she complain?  She finished the food, her mouth burning from the chillies and licked the plate clean.  She knew by now that that was what was expected of her.

Smack!.  A stroke landed on her ass.  It was not as extreme as the cane and instinctively Sarah knew that it was something else.  “Good, girl!” Jo Cooed.  Almost bed time but time for some fun first.”  The plate was pulled from in front of Sarah and her head was forced up.  She found her face pushed between a pair of breasts and held there.  Smack, smack!  Whatever was hitting her bare ass was more spread out but still hurt her red raw behind.  Arms folded round her head and the breasts pushed forward into her face.  Then she felt something on her pussy.  After a few moments she knew that a mouth and tongue were working on her pussy.  A tongue sneaked out and played with her clit.  SMACK, SMACK! Still her ass was being beaten but Sarah knew that it just added to the excitement.  She had her face between breasts, which was a first, and was being licked from behind.  Then there were the beatings which added to it all.  Before she knew it she was aroused and cumming.  The degradation of the past few hour had something to do with it as well but in her orgasm she was too focused to care.  She had never cum so strongly.  It was wonderful.  After a while she regained her senses to see Michelle smiling down at her.  A glance at Jo and Michelle grabbed Sarah's hair and started to wipe the food stains from her breasts.  “Ok, girls.  The fun is over tidy up!”  Snapped Jo.  Ann and Michelle stood and collected the plates and dishes before leaving the room.

“Get up!”  Jo yanked on Sarah's hair to get her upright.  “So then.  How was it for you?”  Jo smiled at the hackneyed phrase.  Not waiting for an answer she ordered, “Bed time.” and fastened the leash to the horse.  Ann returned with a pump up bed and Michelle brought the pump and a blanket.  “Night, night ... Sweet dreams.”  Jo blew a kiss before turning out the light.  Sarah fumbled around in the dark before she found the pump.  It took her longer to find the inlet on the bed and more time to work the hose of the pump into it with her mouth.  After a while she managed to wedge the pump into a corner so that she could use her mouth on the handle.  She pumped for what seemed like hours but when there seemed to be enough air in the bed she collapsed onto it not trying to cover herself with the blanket.  She was exhausted and slept like a log.