Back In Town

My name is Sarah and after passing my bar exam I was hired by a large prestigious law firm just on the outskirts of town. I was promised a 6 figure salary, a lucrative expense account, and a  free membership to the oldest and nicest country club in the area. I was assigned my own parking space and I was given a corner office with a beautiful view of the city.

 

I decided to  come back to the city I grew up in for a number of reasons. I spent 6 years in college in a small college town atmosphere and I had enough of that. I liked the idea of getting back to where I grew up. Plus  I had some things to settle.  

 

After renting for 6 months I  found the house that would suite my needs. I was able to afford much more than my salary would dictate in that my parents left me quite a considerable fortune when they passed away. My inheritance was quickly transferred into my name in that  I am an only child with no distant relatives to claim my inheritance. Therefore things went smoothly when it came time for the  family trust to be turned over to my control.

 

The house that I purchased was  about a twenty minute drive from my office. It is a large and quite old abandoned house. I have hundreds of acres of woods  and passing cars would not see my house from the street. My driveway is concealed and the property has a brick wall completely encircling the house. I was told the house was almost a hundred years old and when the original owner died some thirty years ago, some of the children moved in, but could not afford the utility bills and left shortly thereafter. The house had been abandoned ever since.  

 

 

At the closing my realtor handed me a large set of keys to the house. She told me the bright gold one was the one to the wine cellar. I did not remember the realtor  mentioning a wind cellar. How nice,  a wine cellar that doesn't exist. I made a note of having to check it out once I got settled.

 

The house needed a total makeover. It might have been less expensive to have it torn down and just start from scratch, but I like new on old and I was determined to turn it into something really nice.

 

I got on the internet in hopes of finding an interior decorator that I could work with. I set up appointments with a number of decorating agencies. The first few people that  came out to the house  were overwhelmed.  I was beginning to get discouraged. I wanted out of my two bedroom apartment. This was  a six month to one year job and I wasn't getting anywhere.

 

I had an appointment  the next day with a woman named Helen, she was my last hope.. I found her on the internet and liked her website. We met at an upscale

restaurant

and had a drink at the bar. She was familiar with my house and was excited when I told her about it. She looked at it as a real challenge. I told her that I was starting a new job and I needed someone for more than just decorating. I needed someone that could take over and not bother me with the day to day problems of construction. I also, of course needed her for her decorating and creative talents.  Helen suggested we have dinner and I agreed I liked Helen right from the start. She is about 5 years older than me, guessing  about 32 or so. She is tall, as I am, about 5' 10" and she has a slender and fit figure. She is flat chested, dressed to my liking and was as pretty a woman as I have seen in a long time. She carried herself well and seemed to have a bit of a dominant streak in her. At the same time she had a nice personality and appeared that she could be  flexible. Helen told me she wanted the job. She suggested that we meet the next day at the house. She than said she would need a week to 10 days to come up with a workable plan. She would go over the plan with me in detail and would need me for a number of hours. She would than require another week to make revisions and again need me for a number of hours at the house. Once construction started she would require my presence about once a week or so at the house. She also would need an open line of communication with me in that I would be needed for decisions on certain things. I was ecstatic. I loved her approach. I told her she was hired and to think about how much I should pay her and what kind of a budget she would need. I made it clear I had money to burn, I trusted her. We agreed to meet the next day at 6PM.

 

Helen and I met the next day at the house. I forgot about the gate and didn't even know how or if there was a security system so I waited for her at the gate. She pulled up in a late model BMW and had another woman with her. Helen introduced me to Sally as one of her assistants and she would be working along with Helen. Sally looked about 25 or so. She was very pretty. She had short blond hair and was about 5' 6" or so. She had a very nice figure and I could see she had rings through both of her nipples. Now I have never been with a woman before. I have thought about it, but always just let it be a fantasy and never acted on it. However, I do look at women and both Helen and Sally were quite attractive to me.

 

We got to the front door about 615PM.  At 900 that night we were still walking through the house and looking into different rooms. Now it was my turn to get slightly overwhelmed. Helen sensed this and took me gently but firmly by the hand and told me not to worry. Helen assured me she would make this work and not to worry.

Sally followed Helen around like a puppy following her master.I noticed she had a collar and  it was almost like she had a leash attached to it.  She had a clipboard and took down notes as fast as she could write. In a firm but at the same time gentle way, she seemed to have Sally under her thumb. At one point I looked at Sally and she looked at Helen as more than her boss. I was getting wet watching Sally and Helen interact. I hoped that they would not notice. 

 

We met a week later and Helen's master plan was more than I could have ever hoped for. We made some revisions and it seemed like she knew more about what I wanted than I did. A few weeks later construction began. It seemed to be going slowly. There were some days that I thought I would never get out of my two bedroom apartment. Helen, Sally and I continued to meet once a week and Helen or Sally spoke with me on the phone  almost every day.

 

Helen and I met at the house at one point and Sally was not there. I did not think anything of it. The house was coming along really well and most of the heavy construction was done. The fun part was about to begin. At least according to Helen. She suggested a Saturday to start going to department and furniture stores to pick out furniture and so forth. We had dinner together that evening and decided the following Saturday would work for both of us. I asked if Sally would be coming along and Helen gave me a funny look. She than put her hand on mine and looked me in the eyes. "Sally is being punished, we will have to see." I wasn't really sure what she meant, so I just dropped it.

Saturday came and we spent an entire day picking out furniture. Our main focus was the master bedroom, the first guest bedroom, the kitchen, and a study or library as Helen called it.  Helen explained that we should concentrate on three or four rooms at a time so I could get moved in. Turns out Sally did not come along that day.

The first furniture store we went to was very creative to say the least. It was mainly for bedroom furniture.  I picked out what I thought was a really nice bedroom set. Helen liked it but than grabbed my hand and walked me over to a  four poster bed. The posters were quite sturdy. It was pretty obvious  what they were for. Helen told me she really liked it and highly suggested I go with it. She looked me in the eyes and said I would be making the right decision.  I could not resist. After a few hours I was getting tired so I suggested dinner. Helen invited me over and I accepted. It was a Friday night and I had the entire weekend free. I got directions and told her I wanted to go home and freshen up. Helen suggested that I be there by 8 and that sounded fine with me.

By now Helen and I had known each other for about six months. We had become good friends. I did not think of her in terms of sex in that as I mentioned earlier,  I had never been with another woman before. However, I was captivated by Helen. I loved her voice, her authoritative tone. I loved it when she would grab my hand and calm me down or make a suggestion. I loved the way she interacted with Sally. The fact that Helen and Sally were knockouts didn't hurt. As we spent more time together  I found myself thinking more  about both Helen and Sally.

 

The night Helen told me about Sally being punished stuck with me. Later that evening as I was falling asleep I could not stop thinking about it. Was Sally more than just her assistant at work? Was Sally her sex slave? I pulled my thong off and slipped my long middle finger deep into my pussy. I came hard as I pictured Sally tied spread eagle to a four poster bed and Helen standing next to her with a whip telling her that she had been bad. Telling her that a good hard spanking may not be enough. Helen pulled long ropes down from the ceiling and with  clips tied to the end of the ropes she attached one clip and  than the next to each of Sally's nipples. She pulled the ropes tight and tied them off. Sally's nipples and of course her breasts were being stretched to the limit. Sally than took a pussy whip and began to lightly brush and than hit Sally's pussy. Helen called it her cunt. She said that slaves don't have pussies, they only have cunts and if she is caught masturbating again without permission her punishment will be  more severe. Helen took a bottle of oil and poured it all over her hands. Some of it dripped onto Sally's cunt. Helen teased her and told her how she was going to pay for her misdeeds. Sally could only moan as Helen pulled her cunt lips apart and massaged them with her long well manicured fingers. Sally's cunt had a number of hooks so her lips could easily be tied back. More thin ropes came from different directions and were clipped to the hooks in Sally's cunt. There were eight hooks in Sally's lips, four on each side and they were being pulled very tight. Sally was totally exposed, her cunt was wet, and she was incredibly turned on. Sally had to be  careful not to move in that her nipples were so tightly secured to the ropes coming down from the ceiling. The cunt whip came down hard on Sally and she screamed.Sally's cunt was red from the abuse and stretched to the limit. Helen took her long middle finger and shoved it all the way in and finger fucked her hard. Just before Sally was ready to climax Helen withdrew. Sally moaned and screamed for release. At that point a  heavy rubber gag was secured to Sally. Helen got tired of hearing her slave scream. Helen then played with Sally's clit. She carefully pulled it out and licked and teased it, driving Sally crazy with lust and frustration. "This will teach you not to touch that filthy cunt of yours. That cunt is my property and I do what I like with it, not you."  With that Helen left poor Sally spread eagle, cunt lips tied back, nipples stretched to the limit. The light went off and Sally struggled in the dark.

 I woke up with my hand in my pussy and I was drenched all over.  I shook my head, in that I could not believe how real the dream seemed to be. I was so wet I went to the bathroom to get a towel and dry off. It was very late so I went back to sleep.

 

 I woke up the next morning. I was on my stomach with my ass in the air. I pulled my hand through my legs and masturbated until I came.  I came hard, thinking about Sally and Helen.  What a nice way to start the day.

 

Helen lives on a private piece of property in a very large house, like mine about 20 minutes outside of town. Turns out she is less than a 10 minute walk from my new house.  Helen's maid answered the door and showed me in. A beautiful foreign girl that could not have been more than 22 or 23. She was 5' 7" or so, very slender, beautiful long legs, olive colored skin, long dark hair worn in a  bun. She too was very flat chested and I could tell her nipples were pierced. The rings could easily be seen through her blouse. They seemed to be quite large. She too had a collar on and gracefully guided me to a small sitting room that Helen was lounging in. We were offered a drink and we both settle on wine.

 

"Helen, where is Sally, is she ok, I have not seen her for quite some time." The maid heard the tail end of my question, and turned and looked at me as she was leaving to get our drinks. "Sarah, I need to explain some things to you, but first, let me go over a couple of ideas that I thought of in terms of your new home, I was just thinking and while the ideas are fresh in my mind, lets talk about them now." I got the distinct impression that Helen was putting me off in terms of Sally.

After dinner, Helen took me on a tour of the house and I was quite impressed. When we got back to the sitting room, Helen asked me if I would like to see Sally and of course I said I did. We walked to the other end of the house, down some steps to the basement and than to another door. Helen took out a key. "I sort of get the feeling you are open minded, if you don't like what you see, than just tell me and we will leave." We walked down more steps and it was quite dark. Candles were on the walls every 10 or 15 feet, but they provided  little light. It was musky and I felt like I could smell the scent of a woman that was sexually aroused. Down we went and finally we came to a series of  doors.  Helen opened up the one marked punishment room. It was a large room, very dark, and I thought I could see a figure of a woman at the other end. I heard some quiet whimpering. As we approached I could now make out that it was a woman. She was hooded so I did not know who it was but figured it was Sally. She was completely nude. Her arms were tied in back of her and attached to a rope coming down from the ceiling. An chain was hooked from her neck collar to the floor. She was bent at the waist so that her torso was parallel with the floor. Her legs were attached to a spreader bar and were painfully wide apart. Clips were attached to her nipples and tied on to thin wires that were tied down to something sturdy. The wires were taught and the nipples were painfully stretched. Thin rope was wrapped around  tightly at the base of each breast. Her breast were purple from the tightness of the rope. The hood had a gag built in and the breathing was heavy.

"Sarah, say hello to Sally, or should I say punished slave Sally." I was in shock. I think because  the scene in front of me was so similar in nature to the dream I had the night before. I meekly said hello." Sarah, Sally is being punished for touching herself. Well, actually it is more than that. Sally was caught masturbating and was in the middle of a climax when I caught her. I demanded she stop but she kept on rubbing herself until she was done with her orgasm. Around here, this is a very serious offense. You see Sarah, Sally belongs to me, and Sally is not allowed to touch herself in anyway. In other words her cunt is mine, along with the rest of her." I noticed a large bulge in her tummy, I remembered Sally as being very thin, and this did not make sense to me. I asked Helen why the bulge. "Sally Please tell Sarah what we do with bad girls when they are caught masturbating. Tell her Sally." Helen walked over and removed her hook and her gag. Sally shook her head, she was dripping wet and I could see was in distress. It took a moment for her to gain her composure. "Mistress fills us with enemas when we are bad. I am given enemas all the time to purge me of my misgivings. I am holding 3 quarts, no 4 quarts of enema solution. Please mistress may I release. Please or please, I promise I will be good."