Submissive Secrets

Submissive Secrets

by Lewis Chappelle

Note: This is rather lengthy piece and is a follow-up to “Submissive Spirits” published earlier. It follows, in time frame and character development, the material in “Submissive Sailing” which also was previously published here. Please let me know your reactions to this material. Thank you, LC

SUMBISSIVE SECRETS

Chip had started with the Thompson company as Assistant Vice President for International Operations. Chips boss reported to his father-in-law.

There was no mistake that this young man was destined for bigger and better things at the top. After three years on the job, it was announced that Chip was taking an assignment in London to head up the firm’s expanding international efforts.

Ann, his fetching wife, would suspend her modeling work, close up her beautiful house and find a new nest in London; but only reluctantly.

Sam Tanner, her wardrobe benefactor, gave her a ringing going away party He hoped that she would come back to his employ when she returned. From the UK. He designed a special corset for her as a going away gift.

The corset narrowed her waist to 19 inches, and was boned up to her rib cage. The bra cups were built to press her tits toward the center and just barely covered her nipples. A strap was provided to go over her breasts which when tightened accentuated her cleavage further. The bottom of the garment was soft leather starting at the hip bone. The leather continued in sculpted fashion over her hips, down her flat belly, over her cunt, through her ass cheeks and back up to the middle of her back.

The workers at Sam’s were impressed with the design, workmanship and the remarkable figure for whom it was built. She could wear it under any dress without showing seams or personal discomfort. She told everyone she would be back and to build her a star dressing room in the meantime. They believed her.

The hired movers were extraordinarily solicitous to Ann. They couldn’t keep their eyes off of her. And, they knew who was paying the bill. Everything arrived safely and was put in storage, except for the furnishings in The Sub Room. She had a second steel door with a combination lock installed behind the secret panel entrance in their bedroom. No one would get into that room while they were gone.

Once they arrived in London Ann made arrangements with an agent to rent a rather spacious, farm house which had been updated with modern conveniences. She did not want to stay in one of the hotels owned by her Father’s firm. She felt it would cramp her new lifestyle. The farm had a barn and a dry cellar. Either would do as a substitute of the Sub Room.

It was shortly after they arrived that Chip was greeted by David Tutor. They had met in New York many times but now, David had, informally, been assigned the task of making sure Chip was at ease in his new surroundings.

David had a natural sense for getting along with anyone who held his future in his hand. He had ingratiated himself with various headmasters and supervisors to this point in his career. He could do it well. The Tutor’s helped Chip and Ann learn the ropes in England; how to drive on the left, where to shop, where to get the best medical care, and the like.

Since Ann and Babs hadn’t shown any propensity for cooking, the two couples often went out to dinner together. They drank early and stayed late and the conversations were often quite candid and verged on the randy. Chip alluded to the erotic nature of their honeymoon but never quite got into the exotic details.

David pressed Babs to share her experiences at the Blue Virgin. Some of the stories not even David had heard before. Babs could spin a good tale. She related the act in which Max had his wife, who turned out to be his slave not his wife, ask, in front of the entire audience, for a ringing hand spanking. The image gave all of them something to think about when they got home.

The relationship between the two women was getting tighter by the day. When they were alone they shared some rather private matters regarding their sex life. But, Ann had never revealed the true dominant-submissive nature of their relationship.

Chip was aware that Ann was busy again bringing Sub Room Number Two to life. She decided the cellar was the best place for their bondage equipment. She would save the barn for her exercise space.

The farm was a working farm and she often caught glimpses of the men in the fields as she jogged around the farm house to keep in shape. Chip had demanded that she exercise in the most skimpy outfits she had available. She had determined to work out more and socialize less at least to begin with. She wanted to reduce her level of body fat somewhat without loosing the fullness of her 35 inch breast measurement or her feminine softness. Specifically, she wanted to get her normal waist measurement, which was now still just under 23 inches, down to at least 22 inches.

Chip had insisted that, for at least two months, she start on an enema regime to help her with her diet. The regime would also test her submissive resolve in a new way. Every other day Ann was required to give herself an enema early in the morning before she brushed her teeth or showered. She was to drink four glasses of water but was not to have any food for breakfast. She had to hold her water exactly noon when she was allowed to relieve her bladder for the first time.

At noon, she was required to drink another four glasses of water which she was to hold until four in the afternoon. Again, no food for lunch. Then, she was to drink six glasses of water and hold it until Chip returned from work. He would determine when she could relieve herself again.

During her urination control time period, she was also required to meet him kneeling, in the nude, in the front foyer when he got home from work. He would put her through her paces, usually an over the knee spanking, the objective of which was to increase the pressure on her bladder and remind her that he loved to paddle her dimpled ass. She always whined bitterly about the duress she had to endure internally and the soreness she had to endure externally on her sore ass.

He paid no attention to her and increased the intensity of his spankings when her complaining got on his nerves. Her cunt was usually a sloppy muddle when he finally let her relieve herself. She never was sure that she would be able to control her bladder during her spankings but was quite aware that he did control her use of the toilet if he so choose. When she was allowed to go, she made it a point to thank him profusely for his consideration.

After each ordeal, which he did not consider punishment, he would then take her to dinner at a local pub where she always showed him great respect; a respect she deeply felt was due him. He directed her not to wear panties to the pub. She was to sit, bare assed, on the old leather seats in the booths they had in the back. She was not to touch her food without his permission and she had to get the nod from him for each fork full. She never got desert. That would come when she took his load down her throat when they got back to the cellar dungeon.

While the new dungeon was certainly not the luxurious place they had built for their comfort back in America, they were beginning to see the bright side of the place. Chip, often made it a point to chain her tightly against the old stone wall as a testing measure. How long would she stay put with our requesting his consideration. When she was facing the wall, the unevenness of the stones was abrasive to her smooth sensitive body at odd points and she couldn’t always find a suitable place to rest her tits or pussy. That made no difference to Chip.

And, he had devised several new physical ways, when she would not be bound, for testing her submissive will.

One of these was what he called “Toe Time.” In this exercise, Ann was made to stand naked with her back against the wall then voluntarily arch up on her toes with her ass and head against the wall. She was then to manacle her left wrist loosely to the wall above her head and begin to stimulate her nipples from her free hand. She would have to beg Chip to put here heels flat on the ground. He kept increasing the actual time she spent in “toe time” and loved to see the strain in her calves. She was required to beg him to release her and her pleadings had to be sincere and compelling. He was sure that when he finally gave her permission to stand down, her legs were cramped and afire with pain.

Another exercise he called “Cold Tit Time.” In this exercise, Ann was required to rub her nipples with ice cubes until she was given permission to stop. And, in another which he called “Pin Time” she was required to attach as many as 50 clothes pins to her nipples, pussy lips and other sensitive areas of skin. In both of these exercises, she again, was required to appeal for his permission to stop. He never gave into her moans, pleas, or appeals for leniency very easily.

Ann was getting used to referring to herself as “Chip’s pain slut“. She wanted him to know she really got her kicks performing for him and he liked the idea that she would come to him with new ideas to demonstrate her devotion to him. Much of the pain she endured was actually delicious to her. She realized she could actually work herself up to a mini-orgasm solely from the stimulation of misery she was required to endure. She had not told Chip this, but then, he hadn’t asked.

Ann was indeed a pleasant women to have as his wife and sex slave. She was energetic and thoughtful however, Chip was beginning to feel the need for a shot of sensuous inspiration. He thought Babs might be helpful in that regard. He remembered that Babs had been associated with Max the classic master of slave Ophelia when she worked at the Blue Virgin Theater years ago. He felt Babs might have some helpful ideas as to how he and Ann could spice up their sex life.

“Ann, I need to know what you and Babs have talked about regarding your submissive nature and our unique lifestyle,” Chip asked her.

“Master, candidly, I have not told her a thing. I don’t think she has a clue. We did talk about the girls we had on our honeymoon voyage but we never got into a lot of detail as you remember.”

“Pet, I want you to start opening up to Babs. Take as long as you need to get your bearings on this but ,ultimately I want her to know you have signed an Agreement of Service and that you live a submissive lifestyle with me. Find out if she will help us identify additional ways for us to be even happier than we are. She should be sworn to secrecy since I do not want even her husband to know any more about this just yet. Do you understand, Slave?”

“Master, I do understand your command. You know I have never told anyone how I devoted to you I really am. No one knows how I long to serve you and how I long to satisfy your wildest fantasies. No one knows that my submissive spirit aches to serve you. You know I will be extremely embarrassed to expose this secret detail about myself and get so personal with my best girl friend here in England. But, I imagine you knew that before making this demand of me, didn’t you Master?”

He ignored her taunt. “One more thing slave, when you have told her the basics of what ordered, then I want you to arrange for her, you and me to have lunch at the Windsor Restaurant for dinner some evening when David is out of town. And, I want you to make every effort to discover what you can about the sexual inclinations of Babs and David. I want to know as much about them as you find out.”

“To motivate you to move quickly on this request, it is my plan to administer one cane stroke each day until you have arranged for our dinner with Babs. You are to present you bare ass to me, each morning cane in hand. You will spread your legs, give me the cane, and bend over so I can whip you. You will thank me for the punishment and I will leave you here naked knowing that you will do everything you can to fulfill your assignment during the day, risking another welt if you don’t come through.

“Is that fair, slave?”

“Oh Master, you know how I would do most anything to avoid the cane. It hurts so much. I’m sure my brain will work hard to set the stage for the meeting. I’m a bit nervous that David may never go on a business trip and that my ass will look like a waffled mat before we actually get to the Windsor.”

“Slave, just tell me when you want David out of town and he will be gone. Don’t worry about that part of it.”

“Thank you Master, you are so thoughtful. Would this be a good time for me to service your cock with my mouth, sir?”

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“Babs, this is Ann, Is this a good time to talk?” Ann asked by phone early the next morning with a fresh welt from the cane to urge her on.

“Sure, what do you want to talk about?”

“What I want to talk about is a little too intimate to discuss over the phone. Do you think we can get together for lunch today?”

“I’m looking for a lunch partner,” Babs answered, “and you are my first choice, besides David of course. Let’s do the Gay Whisker pub at 12:30.”

The time and place was set and Ann’s heart raced with nervous anticipation.

Ann got there first and selected the most secluded table available. Babs followed. After friendly kisses, Babs got down to it. “Ann, my pet, what is so all fired important and intimate that you practically dragged me out of bed this morning to set up this mysterious luncheon date? You have me most curious.”

“Babs, I must swear you to the strictest secrecy on what I am about to discuss with you. Will you give me your word, that you will not discuss it with anyone especially David?”

“Well you have found a way to ratchet up my curiosity even further darling. Yes, I give you my word, that I will keep mum. Now, for gosh sakes, what is the matter?”

“Nothing is the matter, but Chip feels it is important that I have a girl friend with whom I can discuss sexual matters. Is that a subject that’s off limits to you Babs?”

“Quite the contrary, Ann. At our age we are barely getting into sex whereas the boys have been on the prowl for sometime. Lets do it.”

“Babs, we must promise to share here. You with me and me with you. Agree?”

“Fair enough. Want me to go first?”

“Would you? Such luck to have a friend like you Babs.”

“OK, in the spirit of confidentiality, I lost my virginity when I was 17 to an older girl. She had her tongue and fingers all over my young pussy and I had a great experience. I still get excited at the sight of a young woman's ripe body. I am in love with David and for the longest time we had a fairly subdued, yet satisfying, sex life. Recently I told him I’d like to have a threesome. It was great and I really like it. Needless to say, so does David. How’s that for some spicy stuff sweetheart?”

“Whow! This is fantastic, incredible, wonderful! Words fail me,” Ann sputtered. I’ll want all the details to be sure. We certainty can’t tie all the ends together on this subject in just one luncheon. We must certainly do this again.”

The girls were served and the beer was sipped slowly while they continued their clandestine conversation in hushed tones.

“Babs, I guess it’s my turn to open my side of the conversation. Let me tell you that our sex life is really the story of my personal life. I adore Chip and have since he literally saved me from being raped by five nasty boys when I was 18 years old. He is my champion. I have devoted my life to him, literally. I signed an Agreement of Service to him a year before we were married. I get great satisfaction and personal pleasure being totally submissive to him. Is that shocking to you?”

“Not any more than my story, no doubt, startled you. One question. Why did you want to tell me this?”

“Frankly, Babs, I didn’t. But, Chip felt you were the only person who would have the progressive turn of mind to understand why I am the way I am and the way we are the way we are. Further, he feels you might be willing to help me be an even better wife and submissive women to him. He meant it as a compliment to you and, I hope you’ll agree to meet with Chip and me for dinner soon to discuss all of this more. Does that sound possible?”

“As it happens, David is going out of town to Amsterdam for three days starting tomorrow. I found about it just before I darted out the door to meet you. Do you think tomorrow night would be convenient for Chip?”

“I’ll make the arrangements and give you a confirming call. You are the sweetest. Now remember, this is all under your hat.” After a few more pleasantries, the ladies left the pub anxious to get to their favorite vibrator.

Arrangements were made for dinner at the Windsor at a secluded table for three. Ann’s speedy action in setting up the dinner had spared her any more caning. She had been instructed to sit demurely and if necessary to refer questions to him alone in a most respectful manner.

Ann had asked Chip to allow her to maintain Babs confidence regarding her own sexual activities and preferences until such time as Babs herself felt comfortable revealing them. She convinced him with the argument that they, so far at least, were sharing secrets on a mutually confidential basis as a means of insuring complete openness between them.

“Babs, it’s good to see you again; sorry that David can’t be with us. I understand he’s off to the Netherlands today.” Ann seemed to understand the irony of the comment knowing that Chip no doubt had arranged for the trip. “I’m delighted to get to know you better and to request your involvement in a personal matter I’ve been thinking about.”

“Chip, from what I’ve been told, this personal matter, is intriguing to me. Can you tell me more?”

“Before we get too far, I need to have an understanding with you regarding confidentiality. You know about Ann and me. Ann feels she owes you a level of confidentiality about what you tell her about you and David. I need to have you agree that what you tell Ann, she in turn, can tell me. Is that acceptable to you?”

“Chip, considering the circumstances, I think, I can agree to that ground rule. Now, let’s get down to business. As far as I’m concerned, you’re on the clock. ”

“Ann, as you know, is very submissive. She and I have a great life style. I’m interested in finding someone who we trust to analyze our sex life and make recommendations; sort of a sexual advisor so to speak. Someone to give us ideas on how to spice up our life. Does this sound like something you would be interested in?”

“I know that Ann answers only to you, but I need to feel that I would have unfettered access to Ann. And, I’d like to have some assurance, that she would be under your direction to do basically what I recommend.”

“I can give you those assurances. In addition, I’ll want Ann to refer to you as “mistress” from now on. Do you understand, Ann?”

“Yes, Master, I will be compliant to Mistress Babs as you demand.”

The waiter came to service them, completed their order and refreshed their drinks. He couldn’t help notice that Ann was sitting straight and not looking at the others at the table directly. He wondered what her relationship was to them. Before the evening was out, he thought he heard her thank the man for something and refer to him as “master’, and acknowledge the women as “mistress.” “What was all that about?” he wondered.

Ann was musing to herself at the same time. Was Chip disappointed in her is some way which he had not told her about? Was he turning her over to Babs for her pleasure? Was she loosing him in some small, but meaningful, way? Where was all of this going?

Chip seemed to sense her discomfort. “Ann, I want you to realize that I love you more now than ever. I adore you. You give me great pleasure and I am in no way angry or dissatisfied with you. Your willingness to take direction from Babs only makes me more proud of you and lets me know of your deep devotion to me. You have my admiration for being obedient.”

“Babs, do I understand that you and David have some interesting sexual inclinations which, if told, would tend to be as kinky as the secret facets of our sex life?”

“I did let Ann in on some of my inner secrets and I guess if you press the point, I’ll tell you too.

But, I don’t want what I’m about to say, broadcast within the firm to anyone. I want your assurance that David’s career will not in any way be compromised by what I say to you. Promise?”

“Yes, I give you my word as a loyal Thompson executive, Chip said.”

“In a nut shell, I like having another women around from time to time when we fuck. In fact, seeing a beautiful or alluring woman can be the catalyst for me to want to fuck. When I was still a teen, I was captivated by a women in her early twenties. She made me aware of my sensual side and was between my legs again and again. I loved it.

“Then David came along and I fell in love with him and put aside my urges to be with another women. Recently, I saw a strikingly beautiful women, who seemed like she wanted to play. I told her I was married. She said it didn’t matter to her. I asked her if that meant that she didn’t care if I was married or that she wanted to go for a threesome. She said either way. I broached the idea to David and in an instant our love life went from very good to excellent. Fran has been a regular part of our life ever since.”

“Would you be inclined to bring Fran into your “consulting” role with me and Ann?” Chip asked.

“Not really Chip; not at this time. Fran works all day. When I say, she is a regular part of our sex life, I don’t mean she always sleeps with us. We get together when her schedule and our interests are compatible. Fran doesn’t have to be a part of our little deal unless you want it.”

“What is Fran like as a person and what does she look like?” Chip asked.

“She has a very attractive face. Great facial features and long dark hair with reddish highlights to die for. High cheek bones, doey eyes and full, thick, sensuous lips. She is all leg, like me. Not heavy on the cleavage, but well enough endowed for men to notice her chest. She is quiet and brainy. She has been married. but now seems satisfied to live alone and to get her jollies with David and me. Any more questions?”

“Do you get her off?”

“Yes, if by that you mean do I go down on her. I sure do. Want to check it out sometime?”

“I might. How about you Ann? Have you ever seen a women give another women head?”

“Master, I did see Kate pleasuring the girls on the schooner with that penis helmet. Does that count?”

The waiter came with the check and Ann’s question never got answered, but Babs’ curiosity was surely peaked. She would get the particulars regarding that comment in due course.

“When do we meet again?” Babs asked as they walked out the door.

“”Since David is still out of town, would tomorrow night work for you, how about at our house at seven. I’ll get some take-out for dinner,” Chip answered.

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“You should be naked for this tonight, slave. And, we will have our chat in the dungeon. Go and make a nice space for Babs and me to sit. You will stand.”

When Babs rang the door bell, she was greeted by Ann ,naked except for heels. She was more than a bit self-conscious.

“Mistress, will you join us downstairs please,” she said, more in the way of a bidding than a question.

“Ann, I want you to stand with your feet apart, in the center of the room with a blindfold on, Chip said. “Babs and I have much to discuss. If you are directed to comment you will do so without hesitation.”

“Yes, Master,” she muttered as she positioned herself as she had been directed.

“First, as any good consultant, I need answers to some fundamental questions if I am to offer sound suggestions for improvement. Let’s start with Ann. Are you completely satisfied with your body, Ann?” Babs asked.

“Mistress, I work hard to keep myself presentable. I would not be satisfied if my master is not satisfied of course.”

“Chip, your answer to that question?”

“I think Ann is quite exquisite. Her tits are high, full and firm and she has quite broad shoulders. Last I knew she measured just under 36 inches around her breasts. Perhaps she should be more muscular across her back and upper arms. Her legs are wonderful. While she is no dancer, in terms of her flexibility, her legs are well proportioned, great thighs, soft and smooth. She can walk with style in five inch heels , but, I’d like to see some improvement there, truth to tell.”

Ann was feeling somewhat anxious having her body discussed in such clinical terms while she was standing naked. Again, Chip sensed her discomfort, but this time, decided to add to it.

“Ann, while we are discussing your body. I want you to turn around and hold you ass up high for us so we can see you lovely cunt,” he said. Her face reddened noticeably.

“Do you climax quickly or can you control yourself? Who does your waxing? Do you have a favorite rubber phallus? How many times in a normal day can you reach an orgasm?” Babs asked Ann.

“I have been known to control my climaxes at my master’s command; sometimes it seems like forever. But, when he tells me to climax, I do so quickly. I do my own wax jobs at least twice a month. I have a cute vibrator which I keep with me and I have had as many as twelve organisms in as few as four hours, ma'am, she answered meekly.”

“Do you like to suck cock? Do you enjoy anal?”

“I have only sucked my masters cock, ma’am, and I love it. I worship it. His cock is my reason for living. I also enjoy taking his cock in my ass. I have used an ass plug to make it easier for him to enter me there. It isn’t nearly so painful now.”

“When you suck your master’s cock, do you take him deep down your throat? Do you swallow all he gives you? Do you always have your gag reflex under control while he is in you?”

“Mistress, I love to have him ejaculate in my mouth. I swallow what I can. He is quite big; especially his cock head which I love to work with my tongue. I don’t think I’ve actually taken all of him down my throat yet.”

“Have you ever stimulated another woman’s clit or ass with your tongue?”

“No, ma’am, I haven’t.”

“Have you ever been whipped on your cunt, ass, legs, tits and nipples?”

“Yes, I have been whipped almost everywhere on my body, mistress.”

“Have you ever reached an orgasm while you were being punished?”

“I am ashamed to admit it, ma’am, but I have. It’s not quite the same as a clitoral climax, but the endorphin high is great and in the recent months, I’ve gotten to enjoy the pain my Master inflicts on me more and more.”

“So, slave, you can accept even more pain than I have dished out to you and you have not been forthcoming enough to tell me, is that it?” said Chip.

“Now that it has come up, I have to admit that is true sir.”

“That is unacceptable slave. When Babs is finished your interrogation, we will punish you for that lapse of honesty. Believe me. Now start to finger you nipples with one hand and your clit with the other while the questions continue.”

“I am almost through, Master Chip. But, I do want to know if you or Ann have ever considered having her nipples, labia or clit hood pierced.”

“Answer the question, pain slut,” Chip demanded.

“No, Mistress. I have not ever suggested such piercing because I was afraid of the pain. But, of course if Master demanded it, I would surely do it.”

“Slave, have you ever been mortified in public because you obeyed an order given to you by your Master?”

“Mistress, I certainly have. Master seems to find new ways all the time to test my submissive will in the most embarrassing ways, but I have never defied him.”

“Is it thrilling to you, Slave, to wonder just how your Master is going to test you in an uncomfortable way? Do you ever get wet thinking about this type of demand?”

“Actually, yes, mistress, I do wonder what he will think of next. And, I do wonder if I will have the courage to meet his demands and please him. For the most part, I usually have a very moist pussy, mistress. I want to be ready for him all the time.”

“Has you Master ever left you alone in strict bondage, either inside or outside, for any length of time?”

“Never outside, ma’am. And, inside only when he is with me, perhaps for as much as a half hour.”

“Has your Master ever kept you in isolation. Has he ever deprived you of sensation such as keeping you blindfolded, or submerged in water?”

“Not in the way you mean it, mistress. I have certainly been blindfolded but I’m sure the intent was not deprivation, but more to keep me in a state of anticipation and suspense.”

“Chip, that is all I have for Ann. Let me ask you, do you ever consider what would be Ann’s ideal measurements? Do you want her to have a narrower waist. Do you want her to have longer nipples? More curvaceous legs?”

“I think I may have already mentioned that while she had great legs, they could be stronger. Same for her shoulders and back. She has about 24 inch waist now and she is making strides to get it even smaller. Ideally I’d like to see her waist measure about five eighths of her bust. At 35D, 22, 34 she would be a killer. In fact, she would make the best centerfold going with that figure. She is an eyeful now, but at those measurements; whow! And, I’d really like to see her in an 19 inch cincher from time to time She is also working to make her nipples longer and tougher but she does have a way to go.”

“I understand, and I’ll work on all those items for you, Chip” Babs responded. “Now, a moment ago, you promised Ann punishment for being less than candid with you. Would you like me to deal with her and spare you the effort?”

A chill went up Ann’s spine. She had never been disciplined by anyone but Chip. Would he let her in the hands of someone else? This was a dual test, she thought. How would she react to the discipline and how would she react to the disciplinarian.

“Sure Babs, first lets blindfold Ann. I see she has managed to get her nipples rather hard. Her fingers attest to the extent of her wetness. I want to tie her arms behind her tightly above the elbows and wrists. Then you can decide just what punishment she will get.”

“I don’t intend to actually find out how much pain she can endure.” Babs said. “I’ll let that up to you at a later time. For now, I just want to see if she can keep her mouth shut as I wield the whip on her. I do notice that you folks don’t have a stock of gags here. I suspect Ann either doesn’t need them, oryou don’t like them. Which is it?”

“My preference is that Ann suffer her punishment stoically without a gag. But, now that she tells me she can tolerate harder whippings, she may need one. I’ll have to do some experimentation to find out.”

Ann could feel the cringe of anticipation in her pussy. Chip finished binding her and she was blindfolded. Her tits were hard and high. Babs was going to make her right tit her primary target. Then she concentrated on her right nipple. Then her right ass cheek. Then back to the right tit. Never touching the left side at all. Ann was on fire.

“Mistress, please show mercy on this pain slut you have before you. My tit and nipple can’t take much more. Oh, mistress, let me suck your sweet pussy. Make me kiss your feet. But, please don’t hurt me any more, I beg you.”

Babs, had now flicked the crop on Ann’s right tit about two hundred times and that many again on her right ass cheek, and a third that many to her right nipple. She decided, at that point, that Ann’s suffering for that session had been quite sufficient.

“Chip, I’ll leave you both alone for the night. You can have her to do what you wish. But, if I were you, I let her think of her lack of candor while feeling the tenderness of her tit, nipple, and ass. Perhaps, you can take her standing up and keep her in bondage all night. Ann, I’ll call on you in the morning. We may have lunch again. Be ready.”

Chip thought about Babs suggestion but could not bare to be without Ann in bed next to him. Further, he did not want to miss the cock stimulating morning call of her mouth; a ritual he had become very accustomed to. She cuddled up to him and he stroked her right tit. He loved the gentle curve of it and its hard nipple. He let his fingers roll and play for a long time. She knew he was hard.

“Master, you have me so excited playing with my sore tit and nipple. If it pleases you sir, would you please fuck me now,” she said.

He did. Bab’s called at eight in the morning.

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“Ann, I want to talk to you further regarding the conversation we had last night. I hope you are well rested. Meet me at our favorite pub. Get there before 11:30 and save me a seat in the back. Don’t be modest in what you wear. I want the waiter to be able to see plenty of your cleavage today.” She hung up abruptly.

Babs found Ann where she had directed. She approached her from the back and slid her right hand down Ann’s low scooped sweater and pinched her right nipple while at the same time leaning over and kissing her full on the lips. Ann blushed, but did not back away.

“I was certainly impressed with how you obeyed your Master last night, Ann. And, I must tell you I am envious of your body. You are a vision. Lovely, lovely, to be sure. You should be naked all the time. Your body should be made into a monument.” Her voice was a bit too loud for Ann.

Ann was still getting over the shock of Babs initial welcome and now was somewhat overcome with the effusive compliments being made about her body. She could not seem to regain her complete composure. Her wetness increased and she wondered if she would leave a spot on her dress.

“I have given a great deal of thought to Chips request. I want to work with you in various phases. Unless you have some suggestions, here is what I want you to concentrate on for the near future in what I will call phase one. Discuss it with Chip and let me know what he thinks.

“First, I want you to stop doing your own hot waxing. There is a specialty shop in London I want you to use and I’ll set up your first appointment and let you know the time and date. After that, you will be on your own for a twice monthly visit.

“Next, I want to work on strengthening your ankles and narrowing your waist. Every day, I want you to exercise your stomach and waist muscles and wear a cincher with the goal of tapering down to 22 and ½ inches. I’ll measure you from time to time. And, I want you to practice wearing 5 ½ and 6 inch heels so you can increase your tolerance for higher heels.

“And, I want you to increase the flexibility of your ham string and lower back so you can raise you ankle over your head while standing on one foot. Practice against a wall or a railing. Stretch the tendons and ligaments in your legs like a ballet dancer. This will hurt. If it doesn’t, you aren’t doing it right.

“As for your shoulders and upper arms, I want to increase your upper body strength. An increase in your shoulder strength will minimize injury when you are hoisted off the ground by your wrists. Increased muscle development in that area will also make you more alluring nude and in strapless evening wear. Use five pound weights and pull ups, then graduate to higher weights. I want to see a dramatic change in the definition of your back, arm, and shoulder muscles soon.

“That should be enough to keep you busy for a few months and Chip should be able to notice the difference in your sexual performance and physique soon. Don’t forget to tell him of the first phase of my program for you.”

Ann was fascinated by the first set of recommendations. “Mistress, your program is just fine with me and I will do everything I can to make you proud,” she said sincerely.

“Ann, while we are here, I want to tell you more about my friend Fran. And I want you to feel free to tell Chip.

“While I relate this story I want you to move the middle finger of your right hand in and out of your pitiful, wet, pussy slit for me. It’s the least you can do, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, mistress, I know you have my interests at heart.” Ann cringed, but lifted her skirt and soon found herself softly stroking her clit.

“Fran is a bisexual. She is highly sexed and has a submissive streak like you. But in her case, she carries herself as a strong willed, take charge, women while she is at work. She is the executive secretary to the Vice President of Communications at a prestigious firm here in England. She works very hard and often works long hours. No one at her work knows of her sexual proclivities.

“When she gets to relax, she prefers an environment where she can indulge her submissive leanings. I feel fortunate to have her as a friend. She has made my life more interesting and I love her for it. I also love it when David strips her naked, requires her to service him with her mouth, then makes her clean my love box after he shoots his load into it. She loves it too.”

“I’ll tell you more about Fran next time we meet, but right now I want you to clean your fingers with your mouth, and thank me for being such a good mistress.”

“Mistress, you have me all wet and excited. I look forward to starting my new regime. You are so thoughtful. Thank you.”

With luncheon served and out of the way, Babs got to her feet, slid her hand down Ann’s sweater again, squeezed her sore right nipple hard again, and kissed her before leaving her to pay the tab. Ann started out her new physical routine. Walking in the six inch heels was the hardest part. She thought her calfs, ankles and toes would never get used to the exceptional strain and tension those shoes caused her. But, she practiced walking in them at least a half hour each day. She watched herself in a mirror concentrating on how to get her posture correct. Head up, chest out, hips over her heels for balance. She was coming along, but slowly.

Her first wax job at the Wax Worx saloon was more bizarre than Ann had imagined. The place was first class, furnished in antiques and leather. There were two attendants for each customer. She was assigned a rather good looking young man and a drop dead gorgeous woman; their name tags read, Barb and Bobby.

She was ushered into a private cubicle, enclosed with 6 foot high movable walls open to the ceiling. Two swinging doors provided privacy. She was asked to strip and put on a light cotton towel-like wrap.

The place was for women only. Ann was surprised to hear the soft moaning of customers in the other cubicles. It took her awhile to realize that not only was she getting a special wax job, but also a special massage and manicure.

Bobby started with the massage, while Barb did her nails. Each worked efficiently. The massage started with her legs. Barb said “Not to be bold Miss, but you have a wonderful body. It is our pleasure to work with you today.”

Bobby nodded and as he got further up her leg he did not hesitant to lift the towel up over her ass cheeks. He spread her legs gently.

“Miss, Bobby is now going to move to a more sensitive spot. I want you to rest easy and enjoy the workout,” Barb cooed into her ear, while she continued to work on her nails.

Bobby moved he expert fingers onto and then into her anus. Ann did not move. Bobby, then slid his fingers into her wet slit from the rear and massaged her gently. All the time he was administering to her, Barb was reassuring her and complimenting her while gently holding her hand.

After finishing with her back and arms, Bobby urged Ann to turn over. He worked from her neck downward. Barb continued to whisper that she should relax to get the maximum positive effect from Bobby’s ministrations. He massaged her shoulders and upper chest then gave particular attention to her breasts.

“Miss, you do have exquisite breasts. They are so firm. And your nipples are wonderful. You should be proud of them and I’m sure you are. Breasts like yours are every young woman's ideal and every young man’s wet dream, if I may say so.”

Bobby worked the aromatic oils into each one then rolled her nipples between his fingers.

“Ma’am, your nipples are quite large and firm,” Barb said. “I hope you don’t mind that Bobby is working them hard. He is actually adding some wonderful oriental lotion into them which will make them subtle and perhaps even more sensitive.” Barb continue to finish off Ann’s nails as she spoke to her.

When Bobby got to Ann’s mid section, Barb was again complimentary her about the muscle tone of her abdomen. Bobby slowly stroked her outer labia lips. Then, he slipped a finger in her love tunnel. Barb told her to breath deeply and relax. His fingers stayed in her cunt and on her clit for a long time. He worked her love button tenderly. She spread her legs for him and the for the first time he whispered to her that she should have as quiet an orgasm as she could.

Barb also spoke softly about the wonders of a quiet orgasm. That it was even better if she could go slowly and keep her self under control. She said she was speaking from experience and mentioned that in some Asian practices, women had orgasms without any penetration, just concentration.

Barb continued to complete the manicure. With Ann lying on her back, Barb talked her through her orgasm. Ann’s legs started to quiver. She thrust her hips forward to meet Bobby fingers. She pressed and he pressed back. She squeezed her eyes shut. And, then she went limp, breathing deeply. Bobby did not seem anxious to replace the towel and by the end of the massage, Ann was face up, tits and cunt exposed and totally flushed with excitement.

They were now ready for the application of the hot wax to her somewhat swollen pubic area. It was quite warm. After it had cooled a bit, the wax was removed. Then, they proceeded to do something she had not seen or done before. They turned her over and applied hot wax gently around her ass. It wasn’t long before they had removed all the small hairs there. Ann was bowled over. She felt incredibly smooth. Smoother and cleaner than ever before.

She tipped the attendants well and made an another appointment. She made a specific request for Bobby and Barb. “Only two of these breathtaking outings a month,” she thought, “what a pity.”

Bobby looked at Barb knowingly. “She is a knock out. And, did you notice the thin line on her ass. Looks like the chick takes the cane from time to time.”

“And, she doesn’t wear a bra. Not that she needs one.” said Barb. “I can’t wait till she comes back. I’ll have to start talking dirty to her when you bring her off.” She smiled.

As she settled into her car, Ann was struck by the fact that she had had a climax without Chip’s permission. She considered not telling him. But, that just would not do. She would just have to take whatever punishment he felt she needed. “Seems like my misdeeds are piling up,” she thought.

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As usual, Chip took Ann to dinner when he got home from work. “What kind of day did you have, slave,” he asked.

“Master, it was quite extra ordinary. But, I must confess early, that I did have an unexpected orgasm. I am so sorry, it was so incredible. I was laying naked on a table having my wax application. Before he started, the young man did a complete body massage in preparation for the waxing. His hands were all over me, he said it was part of the price of the wax job. And he started to rub my love button so intently, that I just exploded right there. And, I must tell you this; there was a young, attractive, women in the cubical with us. She saw the whole thing and she had the effect of easing me through the entire process. It was, in truth, rather lovely. But, I do admit, I disobeyed you and did come without your permission. According to our agreement perhaps I need to be punished.”

“Slave, let me think about it and I’ll let you know what I decide. In the meantime, tell me what you are doing to carry out Babs suggestions and what she has told you regarding her own sex life.”

“Babs has me working very hard. I have to practice a whole lot of strenuous exercises. All of my efforts are directed at making you happy. If I may be a bit vague on these, I’d like to surprise you with my progress in a month or so.

“Regarding Babs, she has a friend, Fran, who is bisexual. She is submissive like me, but hides this fact on her job. A closet submissive I suppose. She often shares the grab and grope activities of David and Babs but I’ve never heard that she has been disciplined or tested in any significant way. Apparently she is built well; great legs, like Babs, I’ve been told.”

Chip sent the waiter away after ordering wine. Their entrée could wait until later.

“Are you wearing panties tonight slave?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, a rather skimpy, black, thong, sir.”

“Take it off right now. Right here and hand it to me. Keep looking at me. Keep your eyes focused on mine,” he demanded.

“Yes, Master,” she said as she began to wonder just how she was going to comply with his demand without creating a major distraction. She pressed down on the edges of the thong from on top of her dress until it was down under her ass, then she managed with one hand to slip it down to her knees. With some wiggling, she was able to get the thong to fall from her knees to the floor where she demurely bent over and picked them up. She rumpled them in her hand and reached over the table to his waiting palm. “Mission accomplished!” she thought.

“Now slave, hike up your dress and sit on your bare ass, and spread your legs.”

She did what she was ordered to do without creating a scene. Her submissiveness was being sorely tested in public and it was having an effect on her.

“I suppose you will be returning to get your hot waxes with Barb and Bobby again?” he asked.

“Yes, Master. Babs has me on a two week cycle with them.”

“And, I suppose you would like my prior permission to enjoy a climax if Bobby does his usual routine on your slutty slit again?”

“Oh, yes Master. I sure would like that. In fact, I know I’d be back telling you I needed more punishment if you didn’t give me that consideration sir, so I beg you to be charitable to me.”

The waiter returned and Chip ordered dinner for them both. Before the waiter left the table however, Chip said, “My wife and I need to leave the table and go outside for a few minutes but we will be back soon enough, so just proceed with our order.”

“No problem, sir,” the waiter replied.

“Slave, I want you to follow me out the front door. You will see soon enough how I feel about my slave disobeying my directive not to have an orgasm without my permission.”

Ann’s pussy juices were running and her heart beat was running faster. What did Chip mean? Here she was walking around without panties. She had no idea what he was up to.

Chip strode purposely away from the restaurant to the outer edge of the parking lot where he had parked his car. The lighting was almost nonexistent. And there was no one in sight. He knew that could change without warning.

“Slave, I am going to gag you with your own panties and give your ass a hand whipping you will remember when we go back to eat our meal. Now open your mouth.”

With no resistance, Ann had the panties in her mouth, behind her teeth.

“Lean over the hood of the car and spread your legs, slave. Get your tits flat against the car and press your hips into it as well.”

When she was in position, he slowly raised her dress above her hips. She was mortified.

He stood back and admired, as he always did, her lovely smooth, perfectly shaped, full labia lips.

He thought he could sense moisture there but it was too dark to tell for sure. He wanted to fuck her right there, but, that was not the objective.

With great determination, he moved forward to her and struck her right ass cheek fairly hard. She thought the echo could be heard a quarter of a mile away. He smacked her again. And again.

Then his spanking took on increased intensity and she began to quiver. Then she started to cry. She held her position but did bite down hard on her gag to maintain her silence. Her ass ached and was aflame when he released her.

“Thank you, Master, for taking the time to correct me for my misbehavior. I hope you will forgive me. I did not intentionally deceive you, it’s just so hard, sir, when someone is massaging your love button.”

Chip kissed her tear streaked cheeks and rubbed her ass lightly. “Yes, slave, you were honest with me and for that, I will let you have an orgasm at the wax shop, provided that there is a women present, that you are only stimulated manually, and that you tell me everything after you come home. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master, you are so very understanding and considerate. I love you.”

He continued to rub her flaming ass. Then, she felt his hands reach for her sopping pussy. She was more than just wet. He slipped his middle finger in her deeply and she spread her legs slightly to accommodate him. He found his way to her clit and slid his finger around it and over it tenderly. Then he pinched it gently between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned as he kissed her. Her experienced tongue started a journey around his mouth and down his throat. She pressed her hips against his hand.

“Master, you have me so hot. Please, let me come. If it suits you to embarrass me, keep my dress up high so anyone can see. You have me so aroused from my outdoor spanking and now this. I beg you to let me get off. Let me suck your cock, then bend me over the car again and sink your rock hard shaft in me. Give it too me deep. I need to come so badly,” she pleaded.

He kept working her clit.

“Oh, Master, you are so tough on me. I am such a slutty, slave girl, I know I don’t deserve your mercy but, please fuck me. I need your cock in me so badly. Please, ram me, use me. Let me come, I beg you.”

“No slave. Control yourself. That is the last part of your punishment. Do not come now, do you understand?” He continued to stimulate her, but tapered off slowly till she seemed more steady on her feet.

Ann took many deep breaths and they walked back to the restaurant. She was flushed with passion as she returned to her seat. She sat down very gently. Other customers turned to see this beautiful women who seemed to have a radiant, erotic, glow.

He started up the conversation again. “Did you like laying naked in front of two young people this morning, slave. Was it exciting? Were you turned on?”

Ann cleared her throat and made an added effort to collect herself before she answered. “Oh, Master, yes it was a great turn on. But, I tried to give them the impression that it was nothing at all. The most awesome thing was that they knew they had me to a fever pitch and that I would have a climax. They did everything they could to keep me quiet. It was the most quiet orgasm I ever had.”

“Well, slave, I guess we will have to start giving you lessons in quiet orgasms too. What do you think?”

“Quiet orgasms, so I can come in public places, Master?”

“You are one intuitive, horny, slave, aren’t your?” he said.

“I suppose so, Sir. I’ve been around you for ten years now and sometimes I know where you are taking me. It’s kinda exciting.”

The food was served and the waiter overheard Chips last comment to her quite distinctly. He tried to appear nonplused but, his concentration shifted from his duties to the gorgeous women behind the table in front of him and the description of her which had just been voiced. He tipped the water glass and water spilled off the table in front of him. He was fully aware of Ann's graceful calf's and thighs as he mopped up the spill from the floor. He was also aware of his erection as he hurried back to his service station.

Chip knew what had transpired and was gratified at the effect.

“Do you think he knows what an intuitive, horny, slave, is Ann?”

She blushed, and was quite mortified.

Before we leave tonight, I want you to have one of your quiet orgasms right here in this restaurant, in your seat, looking at me.

“When will you ever stop pushing my buttons tonight Master. I am not used to all of this public attention. Of course, I will obey you. You thrill me all the time and if having a public orgasm demonstrates my sincere submission to you, than of course I will do as you order.”

With that, she started to eat her meal and squeeze her thighs together. Her clit was still quite hard from Chips earlier ministrations. Her hand slipped under the table and it wasn’t long before he realized she was on the verge.

“OK, slave, keep your eyes on me while you go for it.”

She did. Quietly.

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“Now walk out of here head high, slave. Get these people to notice you. Let your juices flow. Make me proud of you.”

He paid the tab and followed her to the door.

“Now get into the car and pull your dress over your head and throw it in the back seat. Take the nipple clips and handcuffs out of the glove box. Put the clips on. Put the handcuffs on behind you. Keep quiet. Spread our legs,” he demanded.

Ann was nervous and her bottom still felt sore against the cool car seat.

“How do you feel driving around town completely nude slave?” he asked to press the point.

“Master, I am submissive to your commands. Frankly, I get nervous each time you stop at a corner; luckily there has only been on coming traffic. So far no one has seen me that I know of. My nipple clips are quite tight and keep reminding me of my status as a submissive, pain slave. This has been a day and night to remember. I think I’ve had three climaxes so far and being naked like this in public has me aroused again.”

“What is your purpose in life, slave?”

“Master, I only want to serve you, worship you, and have you use my body for your pleasure. I will do anything you ask of me, sir.”

“Good answer, slave. Now when we get to the farm house you will have to make it to the front door by yourself. I will unlock the door in due course. Stand at attention on the door step till I get to you. Then I am going to take you to Sub Room Two and have my way with every hole you have. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Master and I want you to fuck my ass, my mouth and my cunt. Have your way with me. Whip me. Do what you will with me, I deserve your most brutal discipline.”

She got out of the car and waited patiently for him. She arched her back and thrust her tits out until he came to the door. She saw the headlights of an oncoming car just as the key unlocked the door and she scurried in.

He did use her; but he did not beat her. She went to sleep frustrated at being denied a nightcap climax but she cuddled warmly in his arms.

The clips bit into her nipples all night, but she was satisfied knowing that Chip wanted them right were they were. Having her arms handcuffed behind her would make it difficult for her to arouse Chip’s penis with her mouth in the morning, but she would contend with that when the time came.

On her next visit to the “Wax Worx”, Ann was treated to three attendants. Bobby, Barb, and Betty. Betty was just as strikingly beautiful as Barb and both girls wore white sneakers, high cut white briefs and a white halter. The girls looked like their outfits were tailor made and every curve was highlighted. Bobby wore what amounted to a white tennis outfit and looked dashing.

“Miss, Ann, we are so glad to serve you again today,” said Barb. “We hope your visit with us will even be more relaxing than last time. Please have a cup of herbal tea to set the tone. Then, when you are ready, we will take you to one of our rooms in the rear where you can enjoy a bit more privacy than last time and can let your hair down so to speak.”

Ann soon was lying, nude, face down, on the massage table. Each girl started to work on her nails while Bobby began on her legs. He moved his hands on her more slowly this time, and the girls started talking about fashion. When he got to the top of her leg, the girls were talking about low cut gowns, bikinis, high heeled boots and how sexy fashion models looked in such outfits. They talked about cleavage and how men got excited when well shaped women showed a lot of nicely toned leg and high tits.

Bobby, worked her ass and ass hole easily. He had his middle finger up her ass all the way and was making her moan. “”Easy, Miss Ann, Bobby will get to your cunt soon enough, Barb said.”

Ann, was somewhat embarrassed, knowing that her every reflex was giving away her emotions and erotic nature. She concluded that she should just let go and enjoy the ride.

When Bobby turned her over to work on her neck and shoulders, the girls both reached for her tits at the same time. They traced her full breasts then started to stimulate her nipples tenderly with their fingers. Bobby was right behind them with his special lotions and oils. He worked them deeply into her flawless skin. Then each girl began to massage and pull on her nipples with their teeth and lips. Bobby was closing in on her velvet pussy and by the time he got to manipulating her clit, the girls tongues were already on her abdomen in hungry pursuit. When Bobby started to massage her upper leg, the girls were on her cunt. One tongue than another. She began bucking like a bronco.

“Its ok to yell and scream this time Miss, we are in a sound proof room. We felt you might enjoy yourself better in this room than you did last time. Did we guess that right?” Barb asked.

“Yes, I am much more comfortable but I will tell you that there is something to be said for silent orgasms. If you get it right, you can enjoy a surreptitious orgasm in the damnedest places, if you get my drift. And, you folks brought me onto it. I thank you. And, now, you have me in quite a state. Perhaps if Bobby exercised my clit, while you girls take turns massaging my tits, I could have a good go at it. I certainly will make it worth your while.”

In no time at all, Ann was thrashing and groaning in the midst of a giant orgasm. She came once and then again in wave after wave of ecstasy. The attendants relented in their stroking then built up again and she came again. She wasn’t sure when she would ever stop. Not that she ever wanted to. After her sixth climax, they let her down gently and went about their business.

The waxing again was thorough both back and front. She was spent. Also, she was clearly happy when she paid the bill and tipped each attendant. She would be back.

“Master, I am so excited, I must tell you. The Wax Worx attended to me even more erotically than last time. They assigned two women attendants plus the young man. The girls not only did my nails but they did my tits and cunt as well. What a morning. I am so grateful to you for giving me permission to come. I really don’t think I could have contained myself. You are wonderful. When it’s convenient for you, I would be so happy to worship your cock in any way you wish.”

Chip had noticed the wax job and was excited at the clean appearance of Ann’s cunt and ass. Very smooth and silky. Babs had hit the nail on the head with that recommendation. And, in the month since her first coaching session, Ann was building muscles where needed and her waist was getting trimmer. Her ankles were stronger and her legs more flexible. There was more to do but Ann herself could notice the difference and that motivated her to do even better.

Chip invited Babs over for dinner one evening at about the one month mark to discuss Ann’s progress. Ann again, stood naked on a raised platform in the middle of the dungeon while the other two discussed her and plans for the future as if she did not exist.

Chip started the evening asking about Fran.

“I am looking for a new executive secretary and I wonder if Fran would have the physical and skill qualifications for the job.”

“Chip, as I have told you, Fran is quite competent and works hard. She did not get to where she is today because she slept around, which she has not, or because she has a nice face and body, which she does. She has great legs and is not reluctant to show them off. She is our age and divorced. Not likely to marry again as far as I can tell. She is about five foot nine inches tall with a narrow waist and hips. Good tits but not nearly as full as Ann over there. Nice face, too. Shoulder length dark brown hair with great highlights which she wears smartly. Interested?”

“She sounds like she should do fine skill wise. Is she interested in changing jobs? Perhaps you will be so kind as to ask her. I am willing to pay double what she is making now provided she is willing to conform to my personal rules of office etiquette, if you get my drift. I’ll leave it to you to spell out the basics of my requirements for intimacy and compliance. Please discuss this with her and, if she is interested, have her call me to set up an interview.

“By the way, Babs, would my hiring Fran cause you and David any difficulty in any way?”

“No, Chip, Fran is a great bed partner but, I don’t see any problem for us if you hired her. In fact, David might like to have her around the office. She is very nice to look at.”

Babs’ reference to Ann while she was standing at attention, nude, on the raised platform was very disconcerting to her. She also was disturbed at Chips interest in hiring Fran. What possible reason would he have for doing that she wondered.

”OK, lets get to Ann,” Chip said. “I can see some improvements and her enthusiasm and fervor has led to some great sex and interesting sexual exploits. Already, I am more energized by what is going on now in our lives. Thanks. What is up your sleeve next?”

Ann shifted a bit from her spread position and took pride in how Chip explained their sex life to Babs. She seemed to flush after hearing his positive comments.

Babs went to the platform and told Ann to spread her legs further and raise her arms over her head. She used both hands to touch Ann everywhere. She ran them down both her arms and across and down her shoulders and back. She roughly touched her tits, nipples and abdomen. She paid particular attention to Ann’s waist, ass, legs and ankles and pinched her clit brutally. She invited Chip to make the same inspection.

Babs, sat down and said, “I don’t want to add anything to her current program, I just want her to work as hard as she can on the program we already have worked out. I am not ready yet to add or change a thing. and, I don’t want to get into any details about just what Ann is working on. Suffice it to say, that I notice a difference and am very pleased with her progress.”

Chip indicated he was pleased too, but looked forward to a full review at the end of another 30 day period. “Babs, you sure did hit a home run with the hot wax people. That’s all Ann talks about. I like the stories she tells when she gets home from there and I like the look and feel of their professional work. Great call. Thanks.”

He left Ann remaining on the platform at attention and walked Babs to the door. “Ann does look great, you’re doing a good job. Keep working on her. And, let me know about Fran.”

The End

Please keep up with this story as it continues with “Submissive Sensibilities.” The author has segmented this story into five parts due to length of the entire project.

LC