A Walk in the Hills

Whilst Kelly went off to make the coffee Randy and Steve settled down in their armchairs.

“What’s with fuck cunt?” Randy asked. “I thought you said she had to be kept chained up at all times. What if she escapes? She could get all of us into big trouble.”

“Oh, fuck cunt isn’t a threat anymore, she doesn’t need chains to keep her under control, my word is enough, isn’t that so, fuck cunt?” Mistress Karen replied.

“Yes, Mistress.” I mumbled in reply.

“Speak up, fuck cunt. In fact I think you ought to go over to Master Randy and explain why you aren’t a threat anymore. Off you go.”

I shuffled across the floor of the porch on my hands and knees until I was kneeling in front of Randy. Once again Mistress Karen had put my mind in turmoil. How could I explain the change in me when I didn’t even understand it myself not to mention the shame of admitting that my new found servitude was self imposed, that serving Mistress Karen was my choice, not her imposition.

“I… I…” I started to mumble.

“Position, remember your position.” Mistress Karen said sternly. “And speak up, we all want to hear this.”

I knelt up, moved my knees apart and clasped my hands behind my neck. For the first time I fully realised how powerful this position was, how my breasts, my pussy were open, available, offered up, even to the extent that my pussy had lost it’s protective covering of pubic hair. I had to fight my desire to curl up and hide in shame, for so many years I had hid the submissive slut deep within me and now I was forced to show it, to live it, to be it, openly and constantly. Worse, I still hadn’t worked out what I was going to say. I wasn’t particularly bothered about reassuring Randy but I knew that what I said and how I said it would be important to Mistress Karen.

“Please, Master Randy, I have the privilege of being Mistress Karen’s slave.” Having started the words seemed to come naturally. “I am hers, I am her property, completely and without reservation. I owe total obedience to my Mistress and would never betray her and to betray one of her friends would be to betray her..

“And tell Master Randy why you’re my slave.” Mistress Karen urged.

“Because I’m a slut.” This was getting harder but I couldn’t disobey. I thought over the things Mistress Karen had said to me as I had hung from the trees.

“Because I’m a pain slut who is ruled by her pussy.” I continued.

“Uh-huh.” Mistress Karen admonished. “Slut’s don’t have pussies, they have cunt’s. Now let’s try again.”

“Because I’m a pain slut who’s ruled by her cunt.”

“And tell Master Randy who rules your cunt, who owns it.” Mistress Karen asked.

“You do, Mistress Karen. You own all of me.”

“And are you allowed any sexual release without my say so? Are you allowed to even touch yourself without my permission?” Mistress Karen’s questions were getting more intense.

“No, Mistress Karen, not without your permission, Mistress Karen.” This rule was new to me but, once she had asked the answer was obvious.

“And does it make your cunt wet knowing that I’m in control.”

“Yes, Mistress Karen, yes, it does.” My humiliation was complete but there was no way I could not reply.

“Open yourself up, show Master Randy how wet you are, how much your cunt drips with excitement just because I’m your Mistress. Use your left hand.”

I reached down as instructed and eased my lips apart. My cunt was, indeed, slick with my juices.

“Are you a good slave?” Mistress Karen enquired almost sweetly.

“Yes, Mistress Karen, I live to serve you.” The answers were coming easier now.

“Good girl. As a reward you may play with yourself but you’re not to climax. Do you understand.”

“Yes, Mistress Karen.”

If ever there was a potent symbol of my new existence this was it. I was kneeling with my knees wide apart, ordered to play with myself whilst others watched, unable to hide the depth of my lust or the strength of my arousal. I felt ashamed, I felt degraded, I felt humiliated but I couldn’t have stopped for all the world. To rub it in I had to be careful, I was so close to the edge and my fingers were pushing me closer. If I lost control I’d be letting myself down, letting Mistress Karen down and I’d surely be punished.

At the back of my mind a shocked voice still whispered. What sort of depraved slut gets off on masturbating openly in front of others. Had I no shame left, no sense of decorum? What would my mother say if she could see me? But I didn’t care, not any more, this was right, my Mistress had ordered it and the feelings from my groin, from my pussy, from my cunt, were a drug I would never give up.

Kelly returned with the coffee on a tray and set it down on a table.

“What's up with fuck cunt?” She asked. “Doesn't that horny cow ever stop?”

“She’s doing what she’s told.” Mistress Karen replied. “Something you have a lot to learn about and, as for ‘horny cows’, those in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones.”

“What do you mean?” Kelly asked uneasily.

“I brought my cell phone with me, God knows why, there’s no signal up here, but it does have a camera function. Just how much do you remember from last night?”

“I was pretty drunk.” Kelly laughed nervously, I could tell that her memory was patchy at best. “I guess I got pretty wild.”

“Perhaps you’d like to see just how ‘wild’ you got.” Mistress Karen’s voice was calm, even, but there was a hint of menace in the background. She picked up her cell phone and, after pressing various buttons, passed it to Kelly.

“Oh my God!” Kelly’s reaction showed she had no memory of just how wild she had become last night. I couldn’t see her face from where I was knelt but I knew her well enough to imagine the ashen look I’d seen before when she had messed up in a major way. Suddenly there was a scrambling from behind me and a ‘plop’ as something, presumably Mistress Karen’s cell phone, landed in the water butt.

“You stupid, stupid little bitch. You’re as dumb as you are predictable. Did you really think that I hadn’t thought of that, that I wouldn’t copy those pictures somewhere safe before I showed them to you. All you’ve achieved is to ruin an expensive cell phone, one that you are going to pay for.”

“But… but…” Kelly stuttered before making a dash for the porch steps. Steve, with a speed that belied his bulk, grabbed for her and brought her down with a crash.

“Pathetic, pathetic and immature.” Mistress Karen had got up and was now standing over Kelly. “Randy, do me a favour, will you. Fetch the training horse from the shed.”

As Randy disappeared to the shed to fetch the horse Mistress Karen knelt down and started to strip the clothes off Kelly who whimpered and squirmed about, trying to free herself from Steve’s grip. Mistress Karen stood up and fetched the leather strap from where it still lay on the table. She tugged down the back of Kelly’s sweatpants exposing her buttock and laid into them. A few quick slashes was enough to change Kelly’s whimpering to screams and then crying.

“Please, Karen, please, that’s too hard, I can’t take it that hard.” Kelly sobbed.

“Well, lie still and co-operate then.” Mistress Karen’s tone was harsh. “And, while you’re at it I suggest you think about how you address me.”

Kelly sniffed back her tears and lay still as Karen continued to strip off her sweatsuit and underwear. Randy retuned from the shed lugging the horse that I had been tied to the previous day.

“Hey, guys.” He called up. “What’s up with Bob? He’s all chained up in the shed and he’s not happy. I think he’s pissed himself, it smells like a sewer in there.”

“Don’t worry about Bob.” Mistress Karen replied. “He’s busy learning a few lessons about loyalty and he’ll have to wait where he is until I’m good and ready for him. Lying in his own pee for a while might help the lessons sink in.”

Randy struggled up the porch stairs with the horse and arrived, puffing gently, at the top. He dumped it down unceremoniously and collapsed back in his armchair. Mistress Karen and Steve lifted Kelly off the floor and manoeuvred her over the horse. Kelly tried to struggle a couple of times but Steve was too strong for her and, as each strap was tightened, her options became more limited. The tightening straps also seemed to awaken some sort of fear inside her as she started to whimper ‘Please, Karen, please don’t do this’.

As I had only been on the receiving end of the horse I hadn’t fully appreciated just what an open position it held the captive in. The widely splayed legs forced the victims legs similarly apart and focussed attention on the buttocks. The way that the unsupported head tended to flop down added to the depersonalisation; Kelly had become little more than a well spread pair of buttocks. I sneaked a quick look out of the corner of my eye and could well understand the temptation to add to the red stripes that the strap had already left across them. Randy obviously agreed, there was a bulge under the loose material of his sweatsuit and he was surreptitiously playing with himself whenever he thought no one was looking. I wasn’t surprised to find out that a coward like him was turned on when his victims were bound and helpless.

Once Kelly had been completely immobilised Mistress Karen sat back down and reached for her coffee cup which had been knocked over in the scuffle when Kelly had grabbed for the cell phone.

“fuck cunt! My coffee cup is empty. Stop diddling yourself and fetch me another.”

Still on my knees I picked up the empty coffee cup, put it on the tray and headed for the kitchen. As quickly as I could I rinsed the cup out whilst the coffee percolated and, finding all the relevant bits and pieces filled four cups ready to return. Then it struck me, I had no idea what any of them took in the way of cream and sugar. I briefly thought about bluffing but getting it wrong would be worse than admitting ignorance. Trembling slightly at the thought of what Mistress Karen was going to do to me I put the filled cups, the cream jug and the sugar bowl on the tray and returned.

When I got back to the porch Mistress Karen was deep in conversation with Mel. In her hand she held a riding crop and she was reaching out with it, using it to poke at Kelly’s pussy with the tip. I put the tray down and went over in front of Mistress Karen.

“Please, Mistress, your slave begs forgiveness but she doesn’t know how Mistress takes her coffee.” I said with a sinking heart.

“How many years have we worked together?” Mistress Karen asked.

“Five, Mistress.” I replied.

“Five years and you still don’t know how I take my coffee. That’s because you thought I was beneath you, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress, I’m sorry, Mistress.” Now I really was scared.

“But I’m not beneath you, am I?”

“No, Mistress, I am your slave, you humble slave and I was very wrong.”

“Very wrong, fuck cunt. We’ll discus later just how wrong you were. Cream, one sugar.”

I sorted out Mistress Karen’s coffee and went round the others checking their preferences. When I got to Randy it took a moment to catch his attention; he was fascinated by the sight of Mistress Karen using her crop to play with Kelly’s pussy and his hand was tucked inside the waistband of his sweatpants. It would seem that his penchant for anal sex, especially when the relevant backside was well constrained, was really getting to him. I could tell that he was dying to ask Mistress Karen’s permission to have a go but he was too scared of her to do so.

Once the coffees were distributed Mistress Karen ordered me to come over and kneel next to her in the gap between her armchair and Mel’s. She ruffled her fingers through what was left of my hair as if I were some sort of pet, an analogy which both chilled and thrilled me. It was a strange sensation, after years of long hair, to feel her fingers run unimpeded through the short tufts. All the while her conversation with Mel went on over my head.

“… so you’re not in it for the long haul then?” Mistress Karen asked, presumably about Kelly.

“No, I mean really, could you put up with her whining day in, day out. And there’s no challenge; she’s so suggestible that she’ll agree to anything just to be one of the gang.” Mel’s voice dripped contempt.

“Oh my God, did you see her last night with the strap-on?” Mistress Karen laughed.

“Yeah, real pathetic. She tries so hard and can’t realise that the harder she tries the more pathetic she looks. That’s why I won’t keep her. It’s not that I’d turn down a good little subbie but she’s so needy it’s pitiable. How’s she doing with the crop?”

Mistress Karen retrieved the crop and looked at the end.

“Looks like she’s loving it. Your turn?”

“Yes, please.” Mel stood up and went to stand behind Kelly, her hand reaching into her groin just as she had done with me. I could see the muscles of Kelly’s buttocks and upper thighs working; whatever it was that Mel was doing it was evidently pleasurable. Within moments Kelly was moaning and panting but her moans turned to squeaks turned to cries and suddenly she was screaming for Mistress Karen to stop. My own clit gave a sympathetic twinge as I remembered getting the same treatment yesterday.

“Please, Mistress Karen, I can’t take that. Please, I’m not a pain slut like fuck cunt.” Kelly sobbed once Mel had stopped and she had got her breath back.

Mel walked round the horse so that she was standing in front of Kelly and squatted down so that their heads were at the same level.

“It’s not Mistress Karen you need to be concerned about, it’s me. I’ll decide what you can and can’t take, your job is to lie there and take it.”

I couldn’t see Kelly’s face but I wished that I could. The realisation that she was Mel’s plaything must have hit her like a ton of bricks, it certainly affected her bladder; a stream of pee was flowing from her, trickling down the legs of the horse and dripping through the slatted wooden floor of the porch.

Mistress Karen laughed and stood up. “Come on, fuck cunt. It looks like Mistress Mel has things well under control here and you have lots to learn so you might as well start now.

She went into the cabin and I followed on my hands and knees. She led me into one of the rooms which was dominated by a huge bed. She sat down on the edge and I knelt before her.

“Have you ever pleasured a woman before? Yesterday with Kelly doesn’t count.” She asked.

“No, Mistress.” I replied.

“Do you know what to do?”

“I… I’m not sure, Mistress.” And I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t totally naive either, I understood the basic principles and I remembered what I had liked on the rare occasions boyfriends had done it to me but…

“Looks like I’m going to have to train you then; lets see how well you do. Take off my panties – with your teeth.” She added as I started to use my hands.

Gently so as not to damage the soft leather I eased her panties down and over her shoes. Then she lay back on the bed and I bent forward and kissed her pubic mound. I was overwhelmed by a sense of ‘rightness’, that this was where I belonged, on my knees in front of my Mistress serving her in the most intimate way possible. I wanted not just to pleasure her but to worship her and my gentle kisses reflected this. With the softness of butterfly wings I roamed across her lower belly and inner thighs. As I explored deeper and deeper between her thighs her warm musky smell told me that I was on the right tracks and I put it off no longer, I kissed the top of her labia and gently eased the lips apart with my tongue.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting; this wasn’t the first time I had tasted an aroused woman. Only yesterday Kelly had sat on my face and I had tasted my own juices on Mel’s fingers a short while before but Mistress Karen was completely different. I was somehow intoxicated, that my kisses, my tongue had made my Mistress’s juices flow like this. Gently, like easing the petals of a flower apart, I opened her vaginal lips searching deeper and deeper for the juices within. As my tongue reached the top of her inner lips my Mistress gave a shudder; almost inadvertently I had reached her clitoris, that little bud of pleasure, but, not wishing to rush things, I just gave it a few flicks of my tongue before returning to my explorations.

However, much as I wanted to explore I was drawn back, time and again, to her clitoris and each time I returned I lingered a little longer, gave it a few more flicks before withdrawing until I heard my Mistress muttering ‘If you don’t stop teasing soon I’ll whip you ‘till you bleed.’

I didn’t need any further urging and settled down to flicking at her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Knowing how sensitive I am down there I kept it very light but Mistress was soon urging me to go harder and harder. It didn’t need any great sensitivity to know that I was doing it right, I could feel waves of tension growing in Mistress’s thigh muscles, indeed it was growing in her whole body and I tried my best to follow these waves by varying the intensity of the flicking of my tongue. With each wave the passion was building, Mistress was thrusting her groin towards me, I was running out of breath trying to keep with her but I didn’t dare stop, I wouldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop until with an animal scream she climaxed, her whole body bucked once, bucked twice and she pushed me away, collapsing in a heap on the bed.

For quite a while there was silence, silence only broken by our respective heavy breathing as we both got our breath back. I was knelt on the floor, pretty sure that I had done Ok but still waiting on my Mistress, waiting on her approval. Eventually she rolled over and sighed deeply.

“Come here, fuck cunt, up here on the bed.” I got up and climbed onto the bed unsure what was required of me.

“Come on, lie down, here, next to me.” Mistress Karen patted the bed next to her and I lay down gingerly.

Mistress Karen leant up on one elbow and reached for my groin with her other hand, parting my thighs. Her fingers eased open my lips and toyed with me.

“Good girl, fuck cunt, very good girl. When you’ve been good, when you’ve pleased me, you’ll find that I’m not always cruel. Now, I’ve had my orgasm, does fuck cunt need to come?”

“Yes, please, Mistress.” Her skilful fingers had reawaken my passion, a passion which had never been that far suppressed.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. I haven’t decided yet. After all, you were a naughty fuck cunt who couldn’t remember how I take my coffee. Does fuck cunt deserve to come?” Her fingers continued to tease and I was having difficulty controlling myself but I had the sense to spot the trick in the question.

“fuck cunt never deserves to come, Mistress. Her orgasms are a gift from you, a privilege I crave but I’m not worthy of.” I wondered if I had overcooked it but Mistress Karen’s widening smile reassured me.

“Indeed, fuck cunt, my gift given when I decide. Are you close to coming now?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I whispered.

“Then we’d better stop.” She took her hand from my groin and with a whimper I realised that, once more, I would be denied release.

“You said it, fuck cunt.” Mistress Karen continued. “Orgasms are a privilege I dispense when I see fit. If you’re good, if you behave impeccably, then I might let you come before the end of the day but I wouldn’t count on it. Now, go and fetch me a beer. I can’t lie about in bed all day; it’s time we found out how Mistress Mel is getting on with Kelly.”

I got up off the bed, curtsied to Mistress Karen and went off to fetch her beer.