Naughty Pussies

Naughty Pussies

                                                by slavegirl

    Chapter VI

In Transition

In the beginning Candi felt honored to be part of the Victorian household. She had willingly agreed to all the rules. But with Danielle’s arrival things changed dramatically. Having Amber as a roommate was proving difficult. Amber was receiving extensive attention for breaking the rules. She even had gotten her tongue pierced. Candi felt left out. Candi wanted attention too. For days Candi considered ways to become a more active member of the Naughty Pussies.

Advertisements for new fashion offerings arrived daily at the shoe store. Usually Candi scanned them quickly before discarding the mailings. Business was slow. She’d let her assistant leave early. As she stood behind the counter flipping pages of the most recent catalogue she stared at the page displaying a pair of shoes that made her heart pound. “Toe shoes,” she whispered, “Damn, this pair with the padlocks looks really hot.”

Under further investigation Candi found a subtle variation in terminology between various catalogues. The terms toe shoes and ballet boots were often used interchangeably. However, ballet boots typically had incredibly high heels that constantly held the 'boots' up en Pointe.  This seemed like a viable starting place to Candi. She ordered a black patent leather pair in size 6.

Every day for the next two weeks Candi practiced walking in her new shoes. At first she had to hold on to the desk and chair in her office to balance. Her toes burned. Her feet cramped. Her ankles ached. Standing erect required extraordinary effort and concentration. The first time she tried to walk without support she fell. Her assistant rushed to see what was wrong.

Staring at Candi on the floor in her toe shoes her assistant asked, “Are you out of your mind?”

Candi crawled to her knees, and then, with the help of the seat of the chair pulled herself up. She took a couple baby steps. “This is much more difficult that I expected.”

Her assistant shook her head in dismay before leaving the office. Yet every day Candi continued to practice more. Her dedication was rewarded. Her ankles were getting stronger. Now her thighs as well as her calves hurt. Still Candi practiced with enthusiasm. At the start of her fourth week of training Candi walked out of her office in the ballet shoes. She only steadied herself on the counter or display shelf twice as she maneuvered throughout the store.

On Monday afternoon a customer entered the boutique while her assistant worked in the back organizing inventory. Candi pranced out of her office in the ballet boots. A shocked look flashed across the woman’s face. She couldn’t help staring at Candi’s feet. After the woman left carrying two pairs of platforms, Candi knew she was ready.

At five thirty Candi locked the store. She stepped out onto the sidewalk as Yvette pulled up. Yvette quickly jumped out of the van to watch Candi cross the cement. Amber stared from the back seat. Candi heard Amber’s anguished groan through the open door. Like a ballerina, Candi danced up to the side of the van. Dawn and Daphne gave a wolf whistle when Candi took her seat.

Daphne and Yvette looked at each other. “Let the training begin,” Daphne declared.

“How long will it take to get toe shoes for the subs in the house?” Yvette asked.

Pleased she had made an instant positive impression Candi replied, “We’re all popular in-stock sizes so it shouldn’t take more than two or three days at the most.”

Danielle’s first Monday after graduation proved to be a revelation. Wearing only her pink collar and platforms she joined the other members of the Naughty Pussies for breakfast. Samantha told Peaches the tasks she was to perform. Danielle noticed that Peaches wore metal wrist and ankle cuffs, each set connected with its own short chain. She wondered how Peaches would be able to function. Yvette brought Danielle back to the present when she placed an outline for a website for The Locker Room next to her plate.

“Mistress Key thinks the time is right to expand and the Internet will provide more exposure.” Danielle read the parameters. “You have any questions, you can call her.” Yvette gave Danielle a card with Mistress Key’s private phone number. She gathered her handbag and left with Daphne, Dawn, Candi and Amber.

“I trust you’ll find your new workstation comfortable,” Samantha said with a smile.

Peaches cleared dishes from the table. Danielle wanted to take a cup of coffee to the library with her for while she worked. She took a clean cup from the cupboard and started to pour from the half full pot. Peaches frantically shook her head NO. Samantha pulled the cup and pot out of Danielle’s hands. “Food is only allowed in the kitchen and dining room, and even that is restricted to during meals,” she said.

With a curtsy, Danielle left for the library. She opened her workstation and pulled out the seat. Two plugs, one for each of her openings, had been attached to the seat. A gasp escaped Danielle’s lips. Now she understood the reason for Samantha’s smile. Gently she eased her body onto the dildos. As Danielle powered up her computers, the inserts started to vibrate sending pleasing erotic sensations through her body. She read from The Locker Room outline. One by one the sentences pushed together, blurring each letter, before swirling like tops and dancing across the page. Her body shuddered in orgasm. The pulsating stopped. Her eyes began to focus on the black lines between white spaces. Her fingers found the keyboard. Danielle transferred the words and pictures whirling through her mind onto the screen. As she worked the vibrators activated themselves sporadically. She tried to anticipate the next spasm but could not sense any rhythm or pattern to the intermittent,  random torment.

Through the library window, Danielle could see a human form out in the back yard. Peaches. Danielle watched as one after another Peaches carried twenty-pound bags of fertilizer from the side of the house to the newly tilled plot designated for a vegetable garden. Danielle marveled at the ease with which Peaches lifted the sacks despite her wrist cuffs before taking short hobbled steps across the grass and depositing the fertilizer in perfect piles over the freshly turned ground.

The vibrators started up. Danielle returned to her work. Between the orgasms and explosion of creative ideas she lost track of time. Chain raked across the wood floor. Danielle looked up to find Peaches standing at her side.

“Lunch is ready ma'am,” Peaches said.

Sitting across the table from each other Danielle and Peaches ate vegetable lasagna with a small green salad. Danielle gathered her courage. “Why do you keep breaking the rules?” she asked.

Peaches sat in silence. Danielle worried she had said the wrong thing and was about to apologize when Peaches tenderly touched her hand. “As a little girl I would repeatedly get in trouble so I could be spanked. My parents never suspected that their heavy hands hitting my young and tender butt actually felt pleasurable to me. Oh I cried and promised to behave, however it was not until they threatened to send me the state reform school that I stopped being naughty.

“After graduating from high school I started working for an insurance company filing and copying paperwork. I wanted to live away from my parents. Daphne and Samantha had rooms for rent. The four of us lived comfortably together. Dawn and I always obeyed Daphne and Samantha no matter what. ”

“Do your parents know where you are now?”

“My parents.” A tear slid down Peaches’ cheek. “Three years ago my parents died in a fire that destroyed their house.”

“I’m so sorry,” Danielle said. “My adopted parents raised me; they are in assisted living and aren’t even able to recognize me now.”

“Did you know you had two sisters?”

“I always thought something was missing, I just never knew what it was until Yvette recognized me as the mirror image of Dawn.”

“Did you enjoy being spanked as a child?”

“I don’t remember that kind of discipline. Even so, your childhood spankings must have been a lot tamer than what you are experiencing now.”

“True. Unfortunately I broke the most important house rule, I lied.”

“About what?”

“I was fired for having sex with salesmen. I didn’t admit to being dismissed until Yvette forced the truth out of me. That’s when the more severe punishments began.” Peaches thrust out her breasts with pride. “I thrive on the attention. If pain is a side affect, so much the better. It's just my own personal utopia. The best of all possible worlds. I love to please my mistresses.”

“Where did you meet Yvette, Amber and Candi?”

“At the Esquire, a bar downtown.” Peaches sipped her iced tea. “Daphne, Samantha, Dawn and me occupied the booth in the time slot just before Yvette, Amber and Candi. One Friday night they arrived ahead of schedule and joined us for drinks. Our conversation led from one thing to another. They took us to The Locker Room. Samantha and Daphne invited Yvette, Amber and Candi to move in here.”

“Why didn’t you have to find another job?”

“As you’ll see, it takes a lot to operate this house. Daphne is brilliant with finances. Samantha runs the day-to-day operations and does outside catering. Since my income was negligible, the decision was made to make me the house slave.” Peaches blushed. “I can’t imagine living any other way. I’m pleased to serve.”

Peaches looked up at the kitchen clock. “Time to get back to work.” She hugged Danielle. “You’ll make a great Naughty Pussy,” she said. “Please, don’t say anything about our conversation. I’m happy with the way things are now. I wouldn’t want anything to change.”

“It’s just between us,” Danielle said.

Peaches washed the dishes.

Danielle returned to her dildos. She couldn’t envision changing places with Peaches, but she couldn’t contemplate leaving this household either. The website for The Locker Room began to take shape. Danielle wanted to make Daphne proud. In her own way Danielle realized she was very much like Peaches – she was pleased to serve.

With Daphne’s permission, immediately upon arriving at the house after work Monday, Dawn ran into the library to get Danielle. Together they hurried to watch Candi walk through the dining room and into the living room on her toe shoes. Candi easily maneuvered up the steps, over the uneven floor and along the carpet as she demonstrated the toe shoes.

“Candi will be ordering ballet shoes for Amber, Dawn, Peaches and Danielle,” Yvette said. “They should arrive before the weekend.”

Amber let out a groan. Yvette was not pleased. “What’s your problem, Amber?”

“Your submissive has trouble walking in regular heels. Those,” she pointed to Candi’s feet, “will be impossible.”

“Then we’ll begin tonight with your training,” Yvette said. She turned to Danielle, “Any progress with the website?”

“Yes Mistress,” Danielle said. “The dildos have been extremely distracting, but also inspiring in their own twisted way.”

Daphne smiled. “Charles couldn’t resist. He has a friend who sets up burglar alarms. As a sideline he experiments with various electronic devices.”

Yvette’s cell phone rang. “Yes, I could do that,” she said. “Alright then, seven thirty.”

All eyes focused on Yvette. “Mistress Key has a new client for me. I’ll go after dinner.”

Yvette disappeared to the attic to assemble a selection of toys. After dinner she dressed in her black leathers. “Candi, put on your iridescent green hot pants and come with me. Don’t change shoes.”

Yvette and Candi arrived at The Locker Room before the client. Yvette secured her tallest posture collar with a leash attached around Candi’s neck. Then she turned Candi around to slip a leather singleglove up her arms, which she laced tight enough to make Candi’s elbows touch. A red ball gag was firmly pressed deeply into her mouth before Yvette slipped the leash over a hook mounted near the doorway.

Positioned by the front door Candi greeted the young woman with a curtsey when she arrived. With eyes big as saucers the woman scanned Candi’s body from head to toe stopping at the toe shoes. As Yvette approached, the young woman asked, “Is she yours?

“Yes.”

“She’s so helpless and vulnerable yet simultaneously wanton and sexual at the same time. Could you possibly train me to be like her?”

“Yes. It would take time and dedication on your part, but we can achieve this and even more if that is what you want.”

“I’ve never even dreamed of anyone this magnificent. I’m wet just looking at her. I’ll do whatever you wish. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it for you,” she said.

“Strip,” Yvette said. She placed a second posture collar around the client’s neck. With both submissives on leashes she led the way to the private playroom. An hour later Candi made note of the woman’s shoe size. An appointment to continue training was set for the next Monday.

As agreed, Samantha and Daphne escorted Amber to the bedroom she shared with Candi. Unsure why she was being put to bed so soon after dinner Amber felt anxious. A thin film of sweat formed on her naked body. Laying face up Amber was secured in the stocks by her hands and feet. Amber kept perfectly still. Together Samantha and Daphne placed leather straps around the instep of both of Amber’s feet from which they hung a five-pound weight on each instep. Instantly Amber’s feet stretched to resemble being in toe shoes. She could feel the tension as her shins tried to stretch to accommodate the weights. Knowing she shouldn’t complain Amber took a deep breath.

“Thank you Mistresses for helping me get ready for toe shoes.”

“We’re going to make this easy for you.” With a smile on her face Samantha strapped a small butterfly vibrator over Amber’s clit. “The vibrator has a timer that turns on for fifteen minutes every hour... Sweet dreams,” she said.

Samantha and Daphne turned off the light before joining Dawn and Danielle in the Library. The opening page of The Locker Room website displayed on the computer monitor. Daphne looked closely.

“Danielle has so many terrific ideas,” Dawn said.

“What I see so far looks good,” Daphne said.

“Oh no, not that,” Dawn said. “Ideas for torment with both pleasure and discipline.”

“We’re always open to new ideas,” Samantha said.

Dawn continued, “Well, how about a cunt licker chair. A chair where the girl's neck is locked in a cutout opening at the front with her head facing the seat. With the submissive in this position, she services any and all that are available to sit on the seat."

"It would look like this,” Danielle said as she held up her sketch.

“Charles will be here tomorrow to check on your workstation. I’ll let him know we have a new project for him to work on.”

The tapping of heels sounded on the wood floor as Yvette and Candi arrived home.

“How did the Amber project go?” Yvette asked.

“She’s in place without a complaint,” Daphne said.

Yvette looked to Candi. “This slave was a great hit. The new client wants toe shoes too. We’re getting together next week. I do believe I’ve found the perfect model to demonstrate my deviously delicious torments.” Yvette looked at Candi with a smile. Candi curtsied.

“Let’s get to bed. Tomorrow will be a full work day,” Samantha said.

Daphne followed Danielle and Dawn into their room. She secured each in the stocks on her bed then stuffed a ball gag in their luscious red mouths. She gave each of their pussies a solid spanking that had them both squirming delightfully. “Sleep well,” Daphne said as she turned and left.

Charles was aware of Danielle’s chair idea when he arrived at the house. He found Peaches down on her knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. He realized that her hands were locked behind her back and the scrub brush was tied in her mouth. Her knees were wide spread due to her ankles being crossed and tied together.

Charles observed Peaches' unusual predicament with interest. She could only creep along inch by inch. She had to push the large bucket of soapy water with her head. The water in the bucket was so low that Peaches needed to put her face into the water in order to keep the brush wet for scrubbing the floor. This was the most humiliating situation he had seen her in.  Charles decided to contribute to her torment with an additional distraction. Before going on to the Library Charles paddled Peaches’ butt with a wooden spoon. Then her moved the bucket directly in front of Peaches' before ordering her to keep her head down and her butt up. He eagerly began fucking Peaches in the ass while her head was still in the bucket. Charles was content to say the least.

In the Library, Danielle’s dildos sat quiet allowing Danielle to work creatively.

When Charles stepped up beside Danielle he saw the sketch. “That chair would be easy to make,” he startled Danielle. “How’s your workstation?”

“Wonderful.” Danielle looked up into Charles’ eyes. “The dildos are a nice touch, thank you.”

Charles turned Danielle around on her seat to face him. He grasped the rings on her nipples and pulled, then twisted. Danielle moaned with pleasure. “So you like this,” he said.

“Yes sir.”

“Stand and present.”

Not exactly sure what Charles meant, Danielle stood, placed her hands behind her head, arched her back and spread her legs. Charles flicked her nipples until Danielle let out a squeal. He took a riding crop out of his toolbox and began to lay into Danielle’s pussy. She couldn’t get enough of the crop.

“More sir, harder please,” Danielle begged.

Charles went from Danielle’s pussy to her butt to her nipples and back again with his riding crop. Danielle begged for more. Charles’ cock grew hard as his arm worked her over. He could resist no more as he pushed Danielle to the floor, unzipped his pants and fucked her hard and deep to their mutual satisfaction. After a second performance, each lay spent in the glow of the computer screen.

“You certainly are a naughty pussy,” Charles said. He picked up the sketch. “Tell Daphne I’ll have the chair by the weekend.” When he got to the door he turned with a smile, “And tell her I’ve already been very well paid.”

Danielle’s stomach growled. When she arrived at the kitchen Peaches was busy setting out turkey sandwiches for the two of them.

“Charles took my measurements for the cunt licker chair,” Peaches said.

“Oh yes, I specifically had you in mind when the idea was being formulated. After all, with your tongue piercings you are the perfect candidate to provide service to us whenever the urge is present.”

“It’s nice having you in the house during the day. Having a companion here is pleasant. Next week we’ll have Amber too. After her students graduate, she’ll be on summer vacation.”

“We’ll need to help each other with the toe shoes. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk in them.”

“I’m sure our dominants will find ways to inspire your best efforts. They’ve gotten you to obey pretty well so far. Also, Candi will provide training pointers. She looks fabulous in hers.”

Danielle checked the clock. “We have time left in the lunch hour. What would you think of checking out the dungeon?”

Peaches smiled. “I’ll clean up here and be right down.”

“No, you’ll get your ass down there right now!”

First Danielle gagged Peaches with their largest ball gag. She pushed the ball as deep as she could into Peaches mouth and tightened the strap firmly in place before clicking the lock shut on the hasp. “Well, that’s a start. Now give me your hands.” Peaches, wide eyed in fear and bewilderment, hesitantly offered her hands up to Danielle. Ropes encircled her wrists three times before they were cinched, “That will hold you for now.” Danielle tied a loop into the remainder of the rope and placed it over a hook suspended over a pulley mounted on the ceiling. With a firm hand she started to turn the winch on the wall. The hook progressively rose until Peaches was pulled up on her toes.

Danielle slowly circled her prey with an evil grin. Peaches felt paralyzed with anxiety and the certainty that pain would soon be her companion. A coarse heavy bull hide flogger was raised and indeed the pain became reality as the tails fell time after time on her back. Peaches was shocked how strongly trim little Danielle continued to simultaneously tear into both her mind and body. There was never a pause as Danielle delivered her onslaught of pain upon Peaches’ back.

Her mind calmed down as the sound of the winch permeated the dungeon. Peaches arms were lowered. She considered release a possibility. Her back would get a reprieve. Thank goodness. Certainly this was the end of her ordeal. Danielle untied the wrists, but still had the evil smile on her lips. Peaches knew the end was still in the distance, apparently there would be no light at the end of the tunnel for some time.

Danielle pulled Peaches wrists behind her and quickly tied and cinched them together, tighter than before. The rope, the fear, the clicking of the winch received Peaches’ undivided attention as her arms started rising up behind her back. Farther and farther they ascended until her shoulders rebelled with the strain. Why was Danielle doing this? What had Peaches done to wrong her? Why was her ass burning?

Danielle began to use a bundle of nettles to scourge Peaches’ butt. The impact was not as great as the flogger had been, but the nettles created a relentless stinging sensation that would last for hours. The intensity. The stinging. The impact. Overlapping into an eternity of pain and suffering. Peaches kept asking herself, ‘Why, why, why?’

Samantha returned from catering a small business luncheon downtown. Upon seeing dirty dishes in the sink and a messy kitchen, she went in search of Peaches and Danielle. There was no transportation available to them, so a search of the house was sure to bring an answer to her question: Why?

The dungeon lights were on. Samantha descended the stairs. Danielle was pounding away on Peaches’ ass with a bundle of nettles. Peaches’ back was as red as her butt. “What’s happening here?” Samantha asked.

Danielle turned to her and said, “Peaches didn’t get started on the kitchen or the lunch dishes soon enough.”

Samantha smiled. “I like how you’re taking care of the problem. Peaches has repeatedly been both reticent and reluctant in completing her duties. You are developing a special talent for teaching obedience... Carry on, but don’t ever forget you are still a submissive in this house.”

“Of course, Mistress. I would never presume otherwise.”

Samantha disappeared up the stairs.

A silence and unknown calmness pervaded the dungeon. Peaches began to feel the gentle caress of Danielle’s fingers down her back, over her butt, down the back of her legs, and then circling around to the front of her legs and traveling upwards to their intended target.

Even with her arms wrenched high behind her back, Peaches could not deny the pleasure as her body responded to Danielle’s fingertips on her clit. First it was dungeon pain, then the pain was transformed into divine pleasure. Surely this must be heaven.

As Peaches felt her arms being lowered and her knees touch the dirt floor she tried to speak but only distant murmuring resulted from behind the gag. Gradually her body collapsed onto the ground. Her wrists were untied and the gag removed.

“Why?” was all that the bewildered Peaches could say.

“Shush little one. Remember when we talked earlier in the kitchen?”

“Uh Huh”

“Well, now you have received what you needed. This is part of the future pleasure Peaches will experience while in her position as our obedient house slave. No matter how much you resist and beg for it to stop, the torment will continue. Often relentless in its onslaught, in the end the result will be what you need so much... Pleasure though your pain. The key to your erotic pleasure is now held in my hand. If you are nice enough to beg for it, I may grant you the sensuous discipline you need from time to time.

“You are in need of constant discipline, and you shall receive constant discipline. I will always find a reason to control you. To restrain you. To whip you without mercy. Or course the mercy will be there. The real mercy will be the pain and attention building relentlessly and uncontrollably until you cum for me. You will always know my reason is to drive you to sexual satisfaction without mercy. I will always find a reason to discipline Peaches even if I have to manufacture one out of thin air. You will never question my reason for your torments; you will acquiesce and accept both what I give you and the reason I choose for giving your punishments. You will do this in silence.

“We have our own private connection. I sometimes feel similar emotions within myself and through them I understand your needs for guidance, discipline, and what will become erotic pain. We will never talk of this again. A mere glance of the eye, or bow of the head is all you need to signal recognition of these actions. Do you understand?”

“Uh Huh.”

“And that is all you ever need to say to me again.”

“Uh Huh.”

“Silence! Silence and Obedience! That is all you need. Hold true to this and you will have silent rewards in return.”

Peaches bowed her head in recognition.

“Now get upstairs and clean the kitchen. Make all the dishes, silverware and counters absolutely immaculate!”

With head bowed, Peaches scampered up the stairs on her way to the kitchen. Her head was bowed, but her heart was joyous. Peaches had a new friend and a rewarding future of pain and pleasure in store for her now.

End Chapter VI

       Chapter VII in process