MODEL FOR HIRE

MODEL FOR HIRE

Recuperated in time to make her second appearance, Jodi finds herself at a house of ‘Cougars’ after being forewarned by the very girl, Dannie, who recruited her with the business card after one of her rejections at a modeling agency.  The humiliating and painful evening for her by the all female gathering starts almost instantaneously with her arrival.

Chapter Five

       Slowing to a stop and parking at the veranda’s curb the handler exits the stretch limo, walks around toward the rear passenger door as Jodi forebodingly glances out the window.  Opening it and slowly stepping aside, he motions for her to exit the back seat.  Arms crossed while hesitantly leaning out, she slowly stands next to the open door and for the briefest of moment’s glances up on the hillside toward her destination.  Naked, her body freshly shaven from below the neck, hair slicked severely back, not a trace of makeup, she humiliatingly focuses her eyes back down toward the ground just in front of her bare feet.  All but the most stubborn remnants of her bruises, welts are undetectable with her youthful firm body glistening from a recently applied application of body lotion as she apprehensively stands in the coolness of the early evening.  Hearing the door closing behind her, dropping her hands her fingers fidget at her waist, brushing back and forth across the top curves of her bare hips.

       “Remember your instructions, what Danni warned you about.”  He suggests with his back to the steps, his face just inches from her ear as he releases the door’s handle.  “They’re unforgiving up there… Won’t accept anything less then complete subjugation.”  Glancing up toward the doorwoman holding the left side of the pair of stainless led glass entrance doors open, he recognizes the Madam of the house stepping out, arms crossed with a riding crop flicking in her left hand, the wealthiest and cruelest woman of the lot.

       “She’s the one you definitely don’t want to cross… She can be vicious… Loves to inflict pain… Humiliation… Especially on younger girls like you and Danni.”  He whispers as he catches her glancing up toward the house.  “Likes to try things out, use new ideas to impress the other women…. Understand?”

       “Ye… Yes Sir!”  Jodi acknowledges as her stomach twists in knots, remembering some of the horror stories Danni’s taken the time to relate to her the past couple days, almost forming a strange kind of friendship in offering advice for the coming evening.   Her heart pounding in her chest as she again barely glances up the steps through raised eyebrows, she catches the ominous sight of the woman’s scornful face glaring back.

       “She sees you looking… Head down!!”  He rasps.  “Just one evening… It’s going to be Hell… But this one evening, until midnight and you’ll be back here in the limo.  Just take my advice and do as you’ve been told, you’ll get by… Now go on up those steps and do like you’ve been instructed… Go on now.”

       Nervously lowering her hands toward her thighs, facing the palms forward, lowering her head she begins her climb up the stone steps as she lets his final warning soak in.

       “She won’t hurt you too badly this time if you’re careful.”  He advises.  “She’ll want you back again like she did with Danni!... It’ll all be over real soon!... Just don’t piss her off tonight!”

       Not looking back, counting the steps as she slowly climbs them one at a time, reaching the thirteenth, the top step, she glances down toward the woman’s feet, the glistening black patent leather spiked heels, the right one tapping across a stone in the walkway.  Another couple shuffling steps toward her, kneeling, she crosses her hands along her forearms and clinching them behind her back leans forward, licking the toe of the woman’s shoe up to the ankle as she feels her breasts scraping against the stone walkway.   Taking a deep breath and exhaling, leaning across to the other spiked, shinning heel she slowly traces her tongue from toe to ankle, again as her breasts sway back and forth while she arches her back higher, the tips of her nipples barely brushing across the ground.

       “Good slut!... That will do for now!”

       Raising her head, keeping her eyes lowered, she releases the grip from her arms, reaches around and slides her spreading fingers up beneath her swaying breasts as she recaps her instructions over and over again in her racing mind.  Cupping and lifting, she continues to stare down toward the shinny black boots as she arches her back, spreads her gripping hands toward her sides, her nipples forced to point away from one another as her shoulders bow.  Trying to remember exactly what to do, to say, sensing several other women exiting the door, circling around her, she mutters.  “The… These are for your ple… Pleasure Mistress… To do with as you please!

       “Follow us into the house… Girl!”

       The women circling, stepping back around her, enter the door still being held by the uniformed doorwoman; Jodi hesitates at the abrupt order until the Mistress herself turns, slowly steps through the doorway muttering.  “Come on slut your turn… Follow on your knees… And keep those tits handy… You’ve done dragged them across the ground… I’ve got a wonderful idea on how to wipe those big ‘ol melons off.”

       Shuffling across the uneven flat stones on her knees and the top sides of her feet, tightly gripping her breasts as she sways back and forth, sliding one knee in front of the other as she painfully follows, already humiliated, mortified, she knows it’s just the beginning of the evening’s humiliations.  Struggling across the threshold, hearing the snicker of the doorwoman, she continues into the massive foyer, her knees sliding across its glistening marble floor in front of the circular stairway dominating the room.

       Again the dozen or so women watching her, the Mistress steps forward, places the slender spike of her left heel across her butt cheeks,  pushes forward.  Bending, pressing face first onto the slick marble, she feels her breasts spreading, her nipples flattening onto the cool flooring between her clenching fingers.

       “Arms behind your back again… Hold your head up and eyes forward.”  The Mistress orders as she points through an archway.  “Then slide across the floor to the next room on those tits… Then across the carpet to that door all the way on the other side over there… That’ll brush those jugs right off!”  Pressing her heel into the small of Jodi’s back, she quips.  “Okay slut… Get going… Push that ass further up in the air and start sliding across the marble!”

       Silence, hearing not even a giggle from the group, Jodi feels sick to her stomach.  Clinching her wrists behind her back, slipping a knee forward, her hips rising as she obeys, pushes her butt upwards, shoving one leg back she begins to slide across the slick surface, forward as her breasts stretch, flattened beneath her chest and the floor.  Pushing, thrusting, dragging her already aching breasts across the tile, she feels the warmth flashing across her face, the humiliation mounting with each thrust, with each painful twist of her breasts sliding between her body and the cool marble flooring as her welling eyes remain level with the various pairs of spiked heels pressing around her.

       The group of women circling, most with refreshments in their hands watch with amusement at the effects of the antics of their hostess.  Watching Jodi’s naked backside, her thigh muscles rippling as her shoulders arch with those muscles also defined as they’re worked, her contorting breasts drag across the floor.  Making just enough room for her to slither by, an occasional lewd comment from of the group with an occasional tap on her ass when she pushes it up and her humiliation continues to mount. 

       “Come on girl… Let’s keep going… We’ve got a lot to do before midnight.”  The Mistress scolds as she again places the pointed heel directly into the small of Jodie’s bare back, gives a brisk, painful shove.

       Arching back as the spike leaves its imprint across her flesh, scrapping, sliding, lifting and repeating, Jodi picks up her harried pace, her humiliating shuffle face down, the moisture of her body lotion a God send against the sparkling but harsh floor.  Reaching the edge of the carpet just under the dividing archway, she feels the gruff material of the thick carpet instantly scrape across her breasts, her nipples gripped by the weave as she falls forward face first.  Glancing up across the room, the door still painfully in the distance, a couple painful thrusts and she realizes the lotion’s no longer much of a help, her heart pounding a little harder as her breasts begin to burn against the carpet.  Falling forward more times then not as the weight of her body presses her stretching breasts harshly into the woven fabric, she’s forced to grunt, expel an audible breath with each short movement as she slowly maneuvers herself humiliatingly beneath the women surrounding and following her, the spiked heel occasionally enticing her to continue on at her slower pace as her welling eyes redden.

       “Come on girl… Another ten feet and you’re there… Come on… You can do it before those tits start leaving streaks on my expensive floor!”  The Mistress scolds, grins toward a couple of the other women as she mockingly cups and rotates her own breasts through her tight low-cut dress, getting a returning approving nod.

       A tear streaking down her cheek, dripping off her chin, her breasts feeling as if they’re chaffing, the nipples twisting, pressing and inverting inward, she gasps between each embarrassing thrust while she forces herself to continue.  Scraping forward without looking up, fingers clenching, gripping into her forearms behind her back, her head finally bumping into the bottom of the closed door she collapses face first, her reddened knees also burning but the soreness barely noticeable compared to her tortured breasts.  Exhausted, laying flat, she again feels the spike heel being pushed into her butt cheek.

       “Get up girl… Follow me.”  The Mistress orders, turning the knob, opening the varnished six panel oak door.  “Keep those hands behind your back too.”

       The door opening, the Mistress halfway through, she turns, watches as Jodi struggles to her knees, raises on one leg, the other with her reddened breasts bobbing, swaying in front of her arched chest as her hands twist on her forearms behind her.  Standing, eyes lowered, she feels the stinging burn of her chafing flesh across most of her front side, the imprints of the rug prominent.

       “Come on girl… Get in here!”

       Following the Mistress, the door closing behind her, she glances around the master bedroom suite, expansive, lavish.  The Mistress stepping toward her dresser, retrieving a jar of cream, she nods for Jodi to approach.  “Get over here girl… Let me see those tits.”  A deep swab of the light creamy gel, briskly rubbing her hands together, the Mistress reaches forward, spreads her hands across Jodi’s breasts.  Spreading, melding as she takes particular interest in the scrapped nipples, squeezing, tweaking the nubs simultaneously, she almost delicately asks.  “Sore… Do they burn?... This help?”

       Hesitantly nodding, tightening the grip on her forearms behind her back, she feels the cool soothing cream melt into her firm tit flesh as the Mistress caressingly massages with both hands. “Ye… Yes Mam… But… But that feels better.”   

       “Good… Then push ‘em out here for me!”  Palming, cupping squeezing, the glistening mounds stretch, contort through the Mistress’s fingertips as she continues to stroke and tug on the areolas while stretching the nubs of the nipples.  Glancing into Jodi’s swollen eyes, gently releasing her breasts, another larger glob of gel scooped from the jar, holding her hands outward palms up, she orders.  “Lay them in my hands.”

       Arching forward, pressing her breasts outward she feels the cool cream again spreading across her bare flesh, the second coat even thicker, instantly melting against the heated flesh of her uplifted globular melons.  Closing her eyes, swaying forward, the dissipating cream dripping from the bottoms of her breasts tingles as it slowly circles across her ribcage, streaks down into, past her fluttering navel toward her spread thighs.

       “Okay… Enough of that!”  The Mistress smiles as she picks up a light colored hand towel, steps toward a closet and opens the double doors.  “Let’s see… I hear you want to be a model!” She nods toward Jodi as she wipes her hands, picks through a number of various devices hanging on the inner wall.  Glancing toward Jodi, nodding, she smiles as she picks out a black leather device with one hand while reaching the towel out with the other.  Come over here girl… Wipe those tits off with the towel here… Then let’s see how you can model this!”

       Obeying, but hesitantly, Jodi swipes the towel across her breasts, her stomach as she glances toward the Mistresses’ hand holding the swaying leather.  Apprehensively watching as the Mistress adjusts, works on the device with both hands, stretches it out, she realizes it’s a breast clamp.

       “Here girl… Arch your back… Push those red titties out for me!”  Lifting the clamp outward, holding the pair of glistening slates breast high, she nods.  “Come on girl… Push your chest out and hold your hands behind your back… That’s it… Now fit those tits in here!”

       Locking her fingers behind her back, arching her shoulders she feels the hard leather covered surfaces sliding above and below her sore breasts, slipping inward across her lotion soaked flesh coming to rest against her sternum.

       “Raise your arms outward… Let me slip the straps together behind your back for you.”  The Mistress orders as she steps around, tugs, adjusts the dangling straps, securing the harness.  “Now…  Let’s see.”  She continues as she steps to Jodi’s front side, begins adjusting the turn screws on either side of the clamp’s flat surfaces, pressing slowly together against the bulging tit flesh.  Turning with one hand, manipulating a breast, the other with her other hand, she continues to tighten the slates together against Jodi’s chest as both breasts swell, spread outward into globular discolored mounds, the areolas pointing apart, stretching flat, the hard nubs of her nipples quivering with each turn of a screw.

       “Now!”  The Mistress grins as she places a hand over each screw, grips her fingers.    “These last couple, few turns are going to be a little painful…. Put your hands behind your back again… And hold tight!”

       Giving both a half turn of each screw, Jodi’s shoulders arch forward as the hard slates press painfully closer together.  Another half turn and Jodi’s knees slightly bow as her breasts swell even larger, flipping and bouncing out from her chest.  A third almost full turn, Jodi moans as she twists her neck, turns her face as the slates practically touch as they press together, “Oomph!”

       “There!... Nice and tight now!”  The Mistress smirks as Jodi glances down toward the clamp, her bulging breasts taking on a purplish shade, the areolas and nipples quivering, tautly stretched, almost translucent.  “Now turn around girl.”

       Turning in front of the open doors to the shelves, her breasts aching as they jiggle out over the leather slates, she feels her wrists being cuffed, clamped together behind her back.  Bowing her head, watching the Mistress shuffling through the shelves, she sees her picking up a couple of glistening chrome tubular hooks, each with an eyelet on the longer ends.  One quite thicker then the other and both over a couple feet in length from end to end, their short end’s are rounded with bulging tips.

       “Just something else for you to model too, girl!”  The Mistress smiles as she holds them up, gives them a slow twist back and forth side by side as she amusingly explains their use.  “Their long ends have eyelets to be fastened… Their short, bulging ends… Well use your imagination… Okay?”  Enjoying the horrified look on Jodi’s face, she lays the slimmer one back on the shelf, slides her fingers around the thick hook all the way to its short end, a good eight inches in length.  “I think this one will do just fine… Actually I think this end can fit in either of your orifices quite nicely… Really stretch ‘em apart and fill it up though… But don’t worry… I’ll lube you up real good first!... Now turn around for me and bend over… Now, and spread your legs!”

       Staring at the hook, she gives the slightest of a quiet moan while turning and gingerly bending forward.  Breasts jaunting firmly out from the clamp, she pushes her butt back as her feet slide apart.  Watching the Mistress swipe her hand through the gel, step beside her, she feels the cool thick lotion globed between her butt cheeks.

       “Cunt or ass?”  The Mistress asks in an everyday tone as she rests her fingers between Jodi’s orifices.  “Where you want to wear it?... Pick one or I’ll use the other one on you too.”

       “Huh?... Ah…  Butt… My butt!... Butt!”  Stuttering, quickly choosing, she feels the Mistresses’ fingers gliding toward her anus, the gel squeezing into her rectum.  “Oomph… Agghh!”  Feeling a couple fingers probing, pushing, sliding in and out, she struggles to maintain her balance as the cool lotion drenches the ring of her sphincter muscles.

       “Stand still now!”  The Mistress directs as she aligns the bulging end of the hook between Jodi’s spreading butt cheeks after slipping the tube under her cuffed wrists.  ‘Plopping’ the end inward, she forces it to glide a couple inches deep as Jodi’s back bows, her rectum stretching, gripping the tubular metal.  A brief hesitation and she forces it further inward as it continuously presses all the way to the beginning of its curve.

       “Oh… God… Oomph… Oh!”  Grunting, moaning as she feels her rectum impaled by the cool metal, she watches her hardened breasts bobble beneath her between their restraints.

       “There!”  The Mistress speaks as she straightens Jodi upright.  “That’s not so bad so far… Is it girl?”

       Not awaiting an answer, grabbing a strap of leather, she slips it through the eyelet of the hook pressing against Jodi’s back.  Wrapping one end to the left side of the back of the breast clamp, stretching it tightly through the eyelet across to the other side of the breast clamp, she snug’s it tight with a couple of firm jerks.    “There… Now you can model your tits and ass for my friends… Come with me!”

       Stepping toward the door, watching as Jodi shuffles behind her, she smiles at her handiwork.  “My… You sure look good girl…  Take a look at yourself in that mirror over there.”

       Glancing toward the dresser’s mirror, at her reflection, she’s shocked by the side image of her ballooning breasts bulging discolored through the black leather breast clamp as her shoulders bow back, the chrome butt hook glistening between her arms behind her back, pushing her butt cheeks outward and bowing her spine.  A hesitation, glancing back toward the opening door, she follows the Mistress’ nod and gingerly steps into the other room, faces the group of amused women.

       “Walk around the room Jodi… Mingle and introduce yourself too my friends… Each one has something for you… And, if you don’t do as you’re instructed…Each and every one has permission to punish you… Or have me do it when I return.”  Smiling, stepping away as she nods toward the first pair of women, the Mistress returns to her room, shuts the door behind her.

       Watching the door close, stepping apprehensively over toward the women as advised, she stops between the pair, her breasts nervously twitching between the clamps.  Silent, watching as they quietly slip their hands across her hips, her stomach, up over and across her swollen breasts, she gently moans as a set of fingernails probes her tautly stretched areola, flicks the hard nub of her nipple.

       “My God girl…She’s got them ready to burst… Doesn’t she?”  The dark haired woman scoffs as she cups Jodi’s left breast with her left hand, lifts up and points a white plastic tipped pin, the type usually used to post messages on cork boards.

       The second woman with grayish streaks through her hair grips Jodi’s other breast, flashes a yellow pin, lets the tip scrap across the nub.  “Don’t worry dear… These pins are only an inch long, and are just as sharp as a hypodermic needle…  They’ll slide right in!”

       Trembling, her heart pounding in her chest, she watches wide eyed as the women concentrate on her areolas, shoves the pins inward.  “Aaaggghhh!... Oh my God!”  Shaking her head back and forth, feeling her breasts bouncing out off the flat clamps, she turns her head as the piercing pain sears across her nipples.  Glancing down, tears welling, she can’t help watching as the plastic tips press flat against her breasts, one just below a nipple with the second just to the outside of the other.

       “There… Hardly any blood, just a dribble.”  The dark haired woman smiles, taps her pin, gives it a final nudge.  “Go ahead… Meet some others…. Walk up to them.”

       Turning away, almost as if they’re totally ignoring her, the pair step over toward the buffet table continuing with their small talk.

       Standing in the center of the room, glancing down toward her aching breasts, now almost a dark purple, she glances around as the pin’s plastic tips quiver from either breast.  Noticing the others are all still ignoring her in small groups, the whole thing seems so surreal, even the pains of her bondage and the pins just more like dull aches.  Taking a breath, stepping toward three women, she stops behind the tallest.

       Stern appearing, jet black haired in a tight dress, she slowly turns, her eyes scowling toward the twitching pins, back up into Jodi’s eyes.  “Nipples?”  She smirks.  Look girls, that was nice of them… They left us her nipples to pin!”  Glancing at the other two, smiling, turning toward Jodi, she orders.  “Push that left tit out here girl… I’m going to jam this pin straight in that nipple… That’s okay with you… Right?”

       Glancing momentarily into the woman’s cold gray eyes, a tear streaking off her cheek, she barely nods, holds her breath as she watches the pin push outward, breast high.

       “Go ahead… Push forward… I want you to shove that titty all the way until this plastic’s flat against that nipple!”  The woman cruelly commands.  “Come on girl… Do it now!”

       A moan, a grunt and leaning forward, she feels the sharp prick.  Shoving her throbbing breast outward as she closes her eyes she feels the piercing of the pin directly into the nub, burrowing inward as the woman guides it between her fingertips.

       “That’s it… Good girl!... I’m impressed!”  The woman mocks as she drops her hands, watches the black pin stand firm, completely against the nub with the yellow pin just to its side.

       “Here honey!”  The dyed blonde giggles as she holds a drink in one hand, a blue pin in the other.  “Push that other tit over here…  Let’s pin that there nipple!”

       Barely having to turn, taking a short painful step, Jodi nibbles on her lower lip as she watches her bulging breast push outward, seemingly on its own as she begins to just reflexively respond.  Each piercing a sharp painful prick, she’s already learned the quicker, the less pain.  “Oomph!”  Leaning forward into the woman’s hand, she feels that blue pin ramming inward, the plastic flattening against that taut nub as the inch long pin sinks into her tit flesh.  Both breasts now sporting a pair of pins, she glances stoically toward the third woman, appearing to be the youngest of the group, thirtyish, quite attractive in a strict way, a dark curling smile on her lips.

       “Not your breasts girlfriend… No Mam!”  She ominously scowls.  “This one’s for that cunt of yours… Spread those legs.”  Kneeling, a drink also in her hand, she holds a gold pin thigh high in her other hand.  “This one’s going right through your clitoris babe!”

       Ashen faced, slowly turning her head from side to side, Jodi can feel her knees quivering as she hesitantly takes a step back, the hook jamming upward in her rectum, her breasts bouncing over the slates as she whimpers.  “Oooh nooo!... Please!... No… Not, not there!... Please!”

       “Oh yes… Yes, right smack into the center of that clit… Straight in… Now come on and face me!”  The woman grins, takes a sip of her drink before dipping the pin into it, slowly stirring.  “Okay… Ready!... Come on over here and spread!”

       Another meaningless groan, a slow shuffle and Jodi parts her feet, watches the woman set her drink on the floor, reach out.  Damp fingers probing her vagina, pinching her clit, she feels the searing sensation of the tip of the pin probed against her stretching nub.

       “My God!”  The woman grins toward her friends as she keeps a firm grip on the stretching nub.  “Look at the size of that chrome hook stretching that asshole!... Damn!”  Again glancing toward the pin as she slowly shakes her head, she jams it inward.

       A deep breath, halfway exhaled, the sensation of the pin jamming inward through her pinched clit resonates throughout her body, and electric jolt from her vagina to her womb as the woman sadistically twists, wiggles the pin inward.  A final harsh tug, an equally sharp thrust, Jodi’s knees buckle as her breasts jerk in the clamps, the butt hook twisting, probing her rectum.

       “Aaaaaagggghhhhh!!!”  A long hysterical scream, tears flowing from her swollen eyes, tremors ripple across her flattening stomach.  “Oooooohhhhhhh!”  Another pitiful groan, her thighs pressing together as the woman’s fingers slip free and the three women turn; walk away with drinks in hand, ignoring her.

       Again alone, her naked body trembling, she stands painfully bowlegged as her clit throbs with a tinge of blood trickling down a thigh.  Glancing around, whimpering through her tears with each halting breath, trying to collect herself, she glances toward the sound of the door opening, the Mistress entering the room, walking toward her.

       “Jodi… Come here!”  A short, crisp order, she stops, waits for Jodi to hobble over to her. ‘Thwack!’

       “Agghhh!”  An openhanded smack across the face, Jodi twists, grunts.

       ‘Thwack!’

       Another backhand across the other cheek, Jodi’s head again twists as she clamps her mouth shut, tears streaming off her cheeks across her tortured breasts.

       “I expect silence… Total silence from you when I’m out of the room!”  The Mistress scolds.  “My God… A few little needles and you’d think someone was really hurting you!”  Glancing around at the others, again glancing toward Jodi’s breasts, her vagina, she slowly shakes her head.  “Five… Just five pins and you’re carrying on like this?” 

       ‘Smack!’  Another openhanded smack across Jodi’s reddening cheek and the Mistress turns toward the others with a smirk.  “Now… Quit being such a puss and let them finish pinning you!... Understand?... I said understand?”

       A quick jerking nod, a muffled grunt and Jodi turns her eyes to the floor as the Mistress grips the back of the chrome hook, jerks upwards and leads her to another group of women.  On tiptoes, arching, twisting as she’s firmly led, Jodi barely whimpers from the wrenching pain, especially from the twisting pin piercing her clit.

       “Go ahead… Stick those pins in!”  The Mistress orders.  “Pick a spot; let’s finish this up so we can really spend some serious time with her.” Slowly turning, she scans the room.  “Whoever still has a pin… Get over here.”

       Wheezing, her stomach fluttering as she continues to tiptoe, the hook twisting between her butt cheeks, Jodi’s circled by the remaining women, pins in hand.  The Mistress stepping behind Jodi, lifting again on the butt hook, nods.  “Okay… Jab those tits… Try to center them in her areolas!”

       Left breast, right breast with one pin after the other, some simultaneously jammed into her tit flesh.  Five, six, finally the seventh and last add to the original five.  Clenching her fists as she squints her eyes tightly shut, Jodi dances on her tiptoes, stifling a scream, biting her inner lips.  Traces of blood trickling off the bottom breast clamp from the dozen pins buried deep into her tit flesh, the Mistress releases the butt hook.

       “There… All done with those silly pins.”  She smiles, flicking one, another pin from one breast to another, firmly pressing each one completely inward to the plastic tip.  “Now… That wasn’t so bad… Was it?... Look at them… All the pretty different colors!”

       Forcing her eyes open, glaring downward toward her obscenely huge breasts through her blurring tears, the areolas are filled with multi color pins, appropriately the black and blue pins piercing the nubs of the nipples jaunting further out from the rest.

       “Thank everyone girl.”  The Mistress antagonizes her.  “Look at them and thank them properly!... For pinning your breasts!... Oh… And of course for the one in your clit!... Go ahead!”

       Bending forward as she feels the chrome tube again being twisted by the Mistress, she grunts.  “Thank… Thanks for … For jabbing pins in my breasts!”  The hook twisted even harsher, she almost shouts as her body throbs.  “Thanks for my… My clit too!... Thanks!!”

       Smiling around the circle of women, leading Jodi toward the bedroom door, the Mistress pushes her into the bedroom, closes the door behind them.  “Look at the mirror now girl!... Look at yourself now!”

End Part 5