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Chapter 4
Jessica:
I grew moist as I thought back to my first torture session with my Mistress. Had it really been three weeks? A lot had happened since then. I found out why I had been measured at the shop. It was for a chastity belt. When it first arrived, I thought it looked like a steel thong. It was stainless steel, and had a removable panel for when Mistress let me use the restroom. It was full of holes, though, so she only had to remove it I had to poo. The panel was attached to the belt with a small gold padlock, and the belt itself was locked onto me with a similar lock, both in front. The panel served two purposes, the first was obvious: to keep me from pleasuring myself; the second was less obvious: Mistress could insert whatever she wanted into me and lock the panel on, leaving me to cope with whatever she locked in. The belt portion also had circular rings on each side. I fondled the locks and wondered when she'd let me out, thankfully she hadn't locked any toys in me today. It had been locked on me for 10 days straight. The 'costumes' Mistress had ordered had arrived as well. Unfortunately she refused to show me any until she wanted me to wear them. I had only seen four. The first I saw was some Japanese-y anime schoolgirl outfit with a skirt so short that nearly any movement exposed my backside. The second was a pink maid outfit with frilly edges and a white apron sewn onto it. The third was a sort of black strapless leotard with attached fishnet stockings and a large cotton ball on the butt. It also had a pair of white bunny ears on a headband. The fourth, which I was currently wearing, wasn't much of a costume. It was a pink frilly apron with a heart-shaped section that covered my chest. Mistress always liked to tie the straps in a big bow. She also tore my torture bra while she was whipping me one week, so she bought me a specially-made leather bra with dull steel spikes. I really couldn't wait to wear it.
The sound of the front door opening pulled me back to reality. My Mistress was back from her morning jog. I went into the living room and knelt at her feet.
"Welcome back, Mistress."
"Hi, slave. It's hot out there, and I'm sweating through my clothes."
She looked fantastic wearing a pair of spandex shorts, and a tank top with a sports bra underneath. Even with sweat stains, I thought she was beautiful.
"Whew, I'm exhausted. I think I need a tongue bath. Lick my shoes, slave."
I leaned in to lick her running shoes and smelt her sweaty feet.
"You like that smell?"
I did. I loved her smell, whether she had just jogged or just showered.
I ran my tongue across the laces, taking in the taste and smell.
"Now take my shoes and socks off."
I undid her shoes and peeled her socks off her feet. Her toenails were painted a deep red.
"Make sure you get all the gunk from between the toes, too."
"Yes, Mistress."
I kissed the top of her right foot and licked her big toe before sucking it into my mouth. I moved on to the next toe and the next one until I had sucked each toe on her right foot and repeated the process with her left. I then weaved my tongue between each toe, catching all the lint and toe jam stuck between them.
"Now the soles."
Mistress leaned back and raised her feet so I was stairing at her soles. I licked delicately so I didn't tickle her and when I was done awaited further instructions.
"Good job, slave. Now come sit on my lap and you can continue," she said as she stripped her top and sports bra off. I climbed onto her lap and she shoved the bra in my face.
"Get a whiff of this!"
I closed my eyes and inhaled the stench. It was heavenly. When she thought I had enough, she discarded the bra and pulled her boobs apart so I could lick the space between them. I dove in and licked her skin, suddenly everything went dark and I had trouble breathing. Mistress had trapped my face in her cleavage. I squirmed and struggled, desperate to escape her grip. I gulped as much air as I could when Mistress finally released me. She laughed to herself and told me to continue her tongue bath. She lifted her arm and shoved my face into her underarm.
"Get licking."
I savored the smell and started licking. It was by far the most intense taste yet. I loved it.
After I was through with her 'bath,' Mistress ordered me onto the floor and got up.
"That was nice, but I think I'm going to need an actual bath, remember, Liz is coming over today, and she's bringing a few of her female subs."
I had totally forgotten! Liz not only owned the store where Mistress bought the bondage gear, but she also moonlighted as a domme and had built quite a name for herself in the local BDSM community. I couldn't wait to finally meet her in person.
Tara:
I couldn't wait for Liz to get here. I had to make sure Jessica looked good for our get-together. I wondered what costume I'd put her in today.
As I got out of the bath, I wrapped a towel around myself and headed into my bedroom.
"Slave! Get in here! We need to pick out a costume, and Liz will be here soon!"
She came in and knelt on the floor.
"I'd put you in the bunnygirl costume, but I want you to wear your chastity belt. Hmmmm. How about this one?"
I pulled out a black and white short-sleeved maid outfit with a white attached apron. It even had a cute little frilly maid cap. Perfect. I couldn't wait to see her in this. The skirt was so short, she wouldn't be able to hide her chastity belt. I tossed it on the bed, pulled out some white, knee-high stay-ups and a pair of black 5-inch heels. I placed those next to the maid outfit.
"Get dressed, slave. And be quick. Liz will be here soon."
"Yes, Mistress," she said meekly.
I admired my pet's tiny body as she stripped off her apron. I returned to the closet to select my outfit for the day. I settled on a sort of sexy secretary combination. Pantyhose, white, cotton panties and matching bra, short-ish skirt, tight button-up top and 4-inch black pumps. I helped my slave dress before starting on myself. I was about halfway dressed when I heard the doorbell.
"Damn! She's early. Go answer the door and show her in, slave."
I shoved my slave out into the hallway, nearly causing her to stumble. I closed the door got back to dressing.
Jessica:
As I walked to the door I got really nervous. This would be the first time anyone else saw me as a slave. I was both scared and excited.
I opened the door and was greeted by a pretty blonde woman with a long ponytail wearing a halter top and denim skirt and holding three leashes in one hand. On the end of each was a girl wearing a large overcoat. Two were blindfolded and had ring gags in their mouths and short black hair, but the third one really caught my eye. Instead of being blindfolded like the others she had a black latex hood covering her entire head, except her brown eyes and a couple of airholes on her nose. The girl's hood had a sort of cartoonish smiling face printed on it. Her leash didn't lead to her collar, like the other two, instead it split into two and went into her coat.
"It's rude to stare, you know."
I jolted back to reality.
"I'm sorry, please come in, Miss Liz."
She led the girls to the center of the room and ordered them to strip. She let their leashes fall and sat on the couch as they obeyed. The blindfolded ones obeyed first, then the hooded girl looked over to Liz, who nodded, and began to strip. Except for a pair of wrist and ankle cuffs on each girl and the gear on their heads, they were all nude. The hooded girl was the odd one again. She had a short chain between her ankles which forced her to take very short steps.
"So," Liz turned to me "you must be Tara's slave."
"I am, Miss Liz."
"Well where is she? i'm dying to see her."
"She's getting dressed, Miss Liz, she'll be along in a moment."
"Good."
The next sound I heard was the bedroom door opening and my Mistress' footsteps.
"Liz!"
"Tara!"
Liz got up and embraced my Mistress.
"It's so good to see you again, Liz. Slave! Get us something to drink."
"Right away Mistress."
I headed to the kitchen and grabbed a pair of Diet Pepsis from the fridge. I returned to the living room to find my Mistress and her friend sitting on the couch. The blindfolded girls were on all fours in front of the couch, being used as footstools, their breasts dangling between their arms. I set the drinks on an end table and my Mistress grabbed them.
"So, where's Benny?" my Mistress asked.
"He's minding the shop."
"So, what's her story?" my Mistress pointed at the hooded girl.
"Her? She's a glutton for pain, that one. For today, her name is Painslut. And that's just what she is. I really like the hood though. I plugged her ears and taped up her mouth, but she can still see everything we're doing. Plus, no matter how we torment our painslut, she'll still smile for us. Should we start?"
"In a while, I want to catch up. Slave."
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Take Painslut to the playroom and have a little fun with it. We'll be in shortly."
"Oh!" Liz piped up "don't let her cum. She hasn't cum in 8 weeks, and I want to see how long she can go."
"Yes Mis Liz."
I walked to the center of the room and grabbed Painslut's leash. I was right. It was attached to rings in her nipples. I began to lead her to the playroom, but got impatient with her short steps. So when we got to the hallway out of sight from our owners, I gave the leash a hard tug, causing the girl to stumble forward and emit a muffled moan.
I led her into the playroom and took a good look, walking around her. She had a nice trim body, boobs nearly as big as my Mistress' and a cute butt. Her collar was steel with a leather lining and four D-rings. I unclipped the leash from her boobs and placed it on the floor. I pondered how to entertain myself until our owners showed up when a thought came to me. I wanted to tease her a bit.
I clipped her wrists to her collar and knelt down in front of her. I rubbed her groin and watched her get wet. When she started thrusting, I moved my hand away. She looked down at me and thrusted her hips once as if asking me to get her off. I shook my head and mouthed "nope." She groaned in frustration. I started to rub her again, but this time when she started thrusting, I gave her labia a firm smack. She grunted and her body jerked. She looked at me again, and, despite the smiling caricature on her face, I could tell she was getting angry with me. I didn't care, what was she gonna do? I noticed her clit was standing at attention and got a wicked idea. I flicked her thigh to get her attention and pulled my middle finger back with my thumb, ready to flick her again. I moved my hand toward her clit, and she began shaking her head as she figured out what I was about to do. I just nodded and smiled. I released my finger, and it sailed right into her clit. She screamed through her gag and fell to her knees. Liz was right. Painslut was still smiling, or at least her painted-on face was. But that was good enough for me. I stood up as she curled into a ball as best she could.
Just then, my Mistress and her friend entered, leading the crawling blindfolded girls.
"Hello, Mistress. Hello, Miss Liz."
"So polite! You've trained her well, Tara," she turned to me "did you and Painslut have fun?"
"Yes Miss Liz," as I answered, I noticed I had gotten moist.
Liz walked over and pulled Painslut to her feet. She spun Painslut from side to side, and bent down to look at her lower lips. Liz ran a finger across the girl's slit and held it to my face.
"I can tell. Open."
She inserted her finger into my mouth as I cleaned the other girl's juices off it.
"Well," she said as I sucked her finger "now we need a way to cool off the little slut. Any ideas, Tara?" She pulled her finger from my mouth.
"Actually, I do have one," my mistress grinned cruelly "slave, go into the kitchen and fill a big bowl full of ice cubes."
In the kitchen, I wondered what they were going to do to the girl. I was certain of one thing, I didn't want to be in her place. I grabbed two ice trays from the freezer and twisted each one over a large plastic bowl. I brought the bowl of ice to the playroom and handed it to my Mistress.
"Now the fun can begin, slave. Sit back and watch."
I moved to the side and hopped up on a table to watch the show, shifting occasionally because of the chastity belt.
My Mistress fished an ice cube out of the bowl and stuck it in her mouth. She did the same to two other ice cubes, then approached Painslut, who was standing up again. She held an ice cube up for the girl to see, and bent down in front of her. The girl's gaze followed my Mistress and the gears clicked in her head. Painslut began shaking her head. She looked over to Liz and begged with her eyes. Liz just winked and blew her a kiss. The painslut shut her eyes as tight as she could and surrendered to the inevitable. She moaned as the ice cube touched her sex. I instinctively closed my legs, trying to imagine the cold. My Mistress pushed it past her lips and forced the other two in after. The girl shook as my Mistress held the cubes in.
"You are going to keep those in until they're all melted. Liz, grab me a pair of latex panties out of my room, Would you? You'll find them in the second drawer in the closet."
Liz dashed off to retrieve the requested item as my Mistress lowered the groaning girl onto her back and raised her legs.
"Will these do?" Liz returned and tossed a pair of shiny red briefs to my Mistress.
"Perfect, now hold her legs still while I get them on."
Liz walked over and stood with a foot planted on each side of the girl's grinning, cartoony face. She grabbed Painslut's legs behind the knee and sat down hard on her face.
"Hey Tara, how about putting some in her back door, too?"
"You are such a bitch, Liz," Mistress said, laughing.
"Damn straight."
Mistress pulled four ice cubes from the bowl and sucked on each one for a moment before shoving them past the tortured girl's rear entrance. The girl's groans, which had by that point become pathetic whimpers, started back up. Her muffled cries filled the room as Mistress pushed the last ice cube inside her. They pulled the panties onto the girl and stood her up. She looked from Liz, to Mistress, then to me, and hung her head. Her knees together, Liz and Mistress had to support her to keep her from curling up onto the floor again.
"Now what?" Mistress asked.
"Well, I kinda want to wait till the ice melts, so let's stick her to the wall."
They clipped one of the rings in Painslut's collar to a hook on one of the walls.
"Okay," Mistress continued ,"I'm all for watching her dance, but maybe we could do something else while we wait for the ice to melt."
"Well, we could play with yours."
My eyes went wide when Liz said that. Play with me? Uh-oh. I was still sore from the last time Mistress played with me, she had locked a vibrator in me and whipped me with a riding crop every time I moved until the battery died. My poor boobies still had welts.
"Good thinking, Liz."
Damn it.
"Slave, Liz hasn't gotten a chance to see your chastity belt, don't you think you should show it to her?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, resigned to my fate.
I walked over and lifted my skirt. Liz fondled the lock and panel.
"Top of the line. She can't even get a finger in with the panel on. This is a good model."
"That's why I bought it. She's had it on for 10 straight days."
They continued talking about me as if I wasn't there while I obediently held my skirt up.
"So, Liz, what have you got in mind?" my Mistress asked.
"I have a couple ideas, but first," she turned to me, "sit down with your legs folded, lean back on your hands, and tilt your head upwards."
I assumed the described position. Liz stood over me as I stared up her skirt. I saw her panties for the first time, they were a childish pink pair with a large white bunny head on the back. She sat down hard on my face, almost knocking me backwards.
"Liz," Mistress asked "What are you-"
Just then Liz blew a loud fart onto my face. I gagged and stumbled backwards onto the floor, my eyes watering. I heard Liz and my Mistress laughing.
"I can't believe you just did that, Liz," Mistress said, holding her nose.
"What, you mean you haven't?"
"No, but I should give it a shot sometime."
I lay on the floor, wondering how my Mistress could be so cruel to me. I looked over at Painslut. She was still wriggling in a desperate but futile attempt to relieve herself of the cold ice inside her. There was water running down her thigh.
"You so should," Liz continued "Have you ever made her drink your piss?"
"No, but I've mad her lick me after peeing a few times."
"That doesn't count. I mean pissing in her mouth."
I didn't like the direction this conversation was taking. I still could barely stand to lick my Mistress after she peed.
"No. I haven't," my Mistress responded.
"Well, want to?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Great, grab that funnel gag you bought from the shop last week, and you," Liz delivered a vicious kick to my belly, causing me to jerk and double over in pain.
"Hey, don't be so rough with her," my Mistress said, giggling.
"Heh, sorry Tara, I forgot I was dealing with your slave for a second."
She apologized to my Mistress? I was the one who had been kicked.
"Slave, strip and kneel," my Mistress' voice brought me back to reality.
"Yes, Mistress." I obeyed, and was soon nude, except for my heels and chastity belt.
Mistress fastened the funnel gag to my face. It was essentially a leather strap with a short tube going from a hole in the strap to a large funnel hanging limply. Liz hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties to her knees. Then she grabbed the funnel and held it to her slit. My Mistress walked over and cuffed my hands behind my back.
"Ready, girl?" Liz asked
I looked at my Mistress, pleading with my eyes, but received no sympathy. I looked up at Liz, but could only see the undersides of her boobs.
Liz let a stream of urine flow. The acrid taste was overwhelming. I started sputtering and tried to back away, only to be held in place by my Mistress.
"Drink," she whispered into my ear. I started swallowing as quickly as I could, breathing through my nose when I could.
When Liz was finally finished, I had a slight queasy feeling in my stomach, and a terrible bitter taste in my mouth.
"I never get tired of doing that," Liz laughed, "let's check in on Painslut."
They left me kneeling on the floor as they walked over to the bound girl. She had stopped her squirming, and was now handing limply with a large puddle of water underneath her. Liz raised her leg backwards, and brought it square into the girl's crotch, causing her to shriek through her gag, and her body to attempt to curl up.
Mistress pulled the latex panties off the girl, causing more water to rush out of her and increase the puddle on the floor.
"Hey Tara, do you have any wooden stocks?"
"I think so," Mistress walked over to a large crate and fished through its contents before pulling out what looked like two wooden slabs, one with three holes, the other with two. She also held a pair of long steel bars with circles on each end. She pulled the wooden slabs apart and set half of each one on the floor. Liz unclipped Painslut's wrists from her and laid her on the floor. The slabs were locked around her neck, wrists, and ankles, then the bars were locked onto the slabs, forcing the girl's rear in the air. She was almost completely immobilized. Liz retrieved the blindfolded girls and set one at each of Painslut's feet.
"Get licking," she commanded.
Painslut's eyes shut tight and she started struggling in the stocks as the girls tickled her feet with their tongues.
"So, what do you want to do to her, Liz?" Mistress asked.
"You got a pair of canes?"
"Sure."
Mistress grabbed 2 wooden canes from the trunk and tossed one to Liz, who brought it down onto the girl's bottom.
*WHACK*
Painslut grunted.
"That answer your question?" Liz asked.
Mistress laughed and whacked the poor girl's butt with her cane. The girl moaned again behind her gag.
Liz and Mistress continued until the girl's bottom was covered with red welts and she had tears streaming down her mask. Liz unlocked Painslut's restraints and hugged her tight. As the girl hugged back, Liz swatted ber abused backside causing her to cry out. Liz wagged her finger before the girl's grinning mask.
"You got any ideas Tara?"
"I've got a treadmill, wanna watch her run?"
"I like the way you think."
"Great, the treadmill's in my bedroom," Mistress turned to the blindfolded girls "will they be alright?"
"Should be fine," Liz walked over to me and unlocked my handcuffs "girl, tie their collars to the wall or something, then come join us, and bring 2 whips."
"Yes, Miss Liz," I said as they left the room with Painslut in tow.
I stuck a finger in each of the girls' collars and pulled them to their feet. I led them over to the wall and secured both of their collars to the hook Painslut had been attached to. I teased one with a gentle rub across her moist sex. As she approached climax, I gave her groin a harsh slap, grabbed a pair of whips and went to my Mistress' bedroom.
When I entered, Mistress and Liz already had Painslut running on the treadmill while they sat on Mistress' bed. Liz was twirling the chain that had connected the girl's ankles. I handed the whips to our owners and knelt on the floor. I watched the girl run on the treadmill. Her striped butt shook and her breasts jiggled with every step. Her eyes were clenched shut and her cartoonish face was still grinning, happy as ever. My hands migrated towards my slit, only to meet cold steel. I sighed in frustration and noticed her relax slightly. Next thing I knew Mistress had swung the whip in an arc that ended at the girl's abused bottom. She groaned behind her gag as Liz approached the treadmill, a cruel grin on her face. She fiddled with the settings and the speed increased, forcing the girl to do likewise.
*THUD*
Painslut groaned as she finally slid off the treadmill and into a wall. We approached her and I noticed her body was covered in a shiny layer of sweat.
"She gonna be okay," my Mistress asked.
"Should be. She just needs a rest."
"Okay. Slave, help her to my bed and keep an eye on her."
"Right away, Mistress."
Our owners left and I lifted the girl to her feet and laid her on the bed. Her breathing was ragged and she barely moved. I mouthed 'you okay?' and she nodded. Good, now I could have some fun with her. I stuck my fingers in her nipple rings and pulled upward. She didn't even moan. She just begged with her eyes, but she would receive no sympathy from me. I held her rings away from her body for a while before releasing them. I watched her boobs dance. I raised my arm and looked her in the eye. She slowly shook her head. I nodded and she closed her eyes in defeat. I brought my hand down on her right breast, watching it dance once more. I repeated with her left breast and continued until both of her breasts were a bright pink. I smiled and sat back.
Not long after, Liz and Mistress entered the room.
"She okay, slave?" my Mistress asked.
"I don't know, Mistress. She seems completely exhausted. I don't think she can take any more."
"That's too bad," Liz said as she walked over to us.
She pulled the girl's hood off and took the plugs from her ears. It occurred to me that this was the first time I had seen her face. She had short brown red hair that was matted with sweat. Liz pulled the tape from aroumd her mouth.
"You did very well today," Liz told her.
"Thank... you... Mistress," the girl said between breaths.
"Do you need some water?"
"Yes... Mistress."
Liz turned to me "go and get a glass of water."
"Right away Miss Liz."
When I returned, the girl was sitting up with Liz holding her and my Mistress sitting by Liz. I handed Liz the glass and she held it to the girl's lips. The girl gulped it down as quickly as she could.
My Mistress spoke, "it's getting late, you gonna take her home?"
"Yeah. Her and the other two. Did you enjoy yourself, Painslut?"
"Very much, Mistress."
"Good," she turned to my Mistress "we'll have to do this again sometime."
"We should."
Liz got up and I helped her get Painslut to the car. It had already gotten dark. Mistress retrieved the blindfolded girls and met us outside. Liz pressed a button on the key and the trunk popped open.
"Put the girls in the trunk, Tara."
"You sure?"
"Sure am. I'd put Painslut back there, but I think she's earned front seat privileges today."
Mistress led the girls to the back of the car and helped them into the trunk. When she was finished, she closed the trunk, and came to where I was helping Liz buckle Painslut's seat belt. Liz hugged my Mistress when we had finished.
"It was good seeing you again, Tara," She walked behind me and squeezed my butt "and it was nice meeting your slave, too. Maybe next time we can play with her some more."
I shuddered.
"Maybe," Mistress said, grinning.
Liz got into her car and drove off. As I watched her tail lights disappear, I wondered what they had in store for me. My Mistress' voice brought me back to reality.
"Come on, slave. It's time for you to give me a little pleasure."
As I followed my beautiful Mistress into her house, I wondered if I would be getting any pleasure tonight.
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