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CHAPTER 8
I couldn’t decide which was worse, cleaning Mistress Joanna’s boots with my tongue or the dog shit bath from Auntie Irene. My tongue was dry and fuzzy fleeing, like it had be pulled through an old washing machine wringer, and the nasty stink of horse piss hung through my nose. Mistress Joanna had been lounging back on a settee while I finished polishing her boots with my mouth. She shoved my forehead with a toe of her boot, pushing me away so that she could rise.
“Enough for now, you didn’t do too badly for an untrained bitch slut,” Joanna said.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I replied, not knowing how else to react.
“ With our two hours left in this session, I am turning you over to Miss Josie, giving her some time to train you and be entertained as well. You will learn that while she and I enjoy both men and women, I prefer men’s company, but Josie really prefers women, don't you girl?”
“Yes, Madame, I truly do,” Josie answered, eyeing me with lust.
“ But before I hand you over to Josie’s teachings, let’s take a look at something.” She turned to Josie in the corner. “Josie, pull up your skirt.”
“Yes, Madame,” Josie said as she complied, squirming to pull her skirt up over her broad hips. I expected her to be wearing big old white cotton granny panties, but she wore black bikini briefs with her belly fat pushing over the waistband.
“Slut, crawl over there and pull those panties down to Josie’s knees,” Mistress Joanna ordered.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I replied, hurrying to Josie in the corner. When I got to her I knelt and raised my hands for the elastic of her waistband.
“No, you ignorant cunt,” Josie snarled, “Use your mouth to pull them down.”
“Yes, Miss Josie,” I answered as I put my teeth first on one side then the other and tugged at the panties as I worked them down her fat thighs. I had expected her to be very hairy, and I was right about that, except for one thing.
While one side of her flabby cunt was covered with coarse black hair that spread across the top crease of her thigh and up toward her belly, the other side was shaved completely bare. I could see the reddish tinge of her labia displayed on the shaved side, and the other peeking out from the mass of hair on the other.
“Interesting, no?” Joanna called. “Josie, please turn and show us the rear view.”
‘Yes, Madame,” she replied, turning and bending slightly as she spread her cheeks in front of my face. While the right side of her cunt was wildly hairy and the left was shaved, on her backside the left side was hairy and the right was shaved clean. Mistress Joanna saw my surprise at this “hair style,” and laughed.
“We call this style the ‘half-ass,’ and don't’ you think it’s so appropriate?” she laughed.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna,” I said, still staring up at Josie’s ass and wondering if that’s what she had in mind for me.
“Tell us how long you’ve had your hair in a half-ass cut,” Joanna asked.
“For nearly twenty years, Madame, as long as I’ve been working for you.”
“And, you’ve come to like it haven’t you?”
“Yes, Madame, I like it very much.”
“Not that you have a choice, right my dear?” Joanna cooed.
“Yes, Madame, you are right as always,” Josie replied.
“And maybe I will chose this style for you, cunt. What about that?”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, whatever you wish,” I answered quietly.
“Of course it’s whatever I wish, but I think I will have a different grooming solution for you at our next session a week from today. You will arrive at 10:00 sharp on Thursday. I will be monitoring your Scripture studies online between know and then. Your reading assignments will be in a folder in your car after Miss Josie dismisses you to leave, and until then you are to obey her as you will me. I will see you next week.” She dismissed us with a wave of her hand.
Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I said, looking up at Josie’s crotch. Josie yanked up her own panties and dropped her skirt, then grabbed me by the hair.
“Thank you, Madame, I will make good use of our training time,” Josie answered. And she pulled me from the room, closing the door behind us. Miss Josie pulled me along by my hair as we went back toward the kitchen then up the back stairs. The plush carpet and polished floors of the front hallways gave way to vinyl tile and worn wood as we climbed two flights of stairs with Josie still yanking me along with her fist in my hair. Occasionally she would give another jerk with her fist just to intensify my discomfort.
One the third floor Josie took out a ring of keys and unlocked a room at the end of a short hallway then pulled me inside. As she slammed the door she flung out her arm and sent me flying across the room. I landed on hands and knees in front of a wooden contraption on wheels. I glanced around and noticed a rack of implements much like the ones in Mistress Joanna’s study and then saw a bunch of ropes and trapeze-like devices hanging from ceiling beams. Josie stepped over, grabbed my hair once again, and pulled me to my feet, then bent me over the wheeled contraption.
“This is my own little invention,” she said, pulling a strap around my waist to hold me bent over a padded saddle, then buckling straps around my thighs. My knees were off the floor and I could barely touch the floor with my toes. Josie came around the front and pulled at two handles raised up the front of the device and I could look down and see two round openings just as she reached through them, pulling my tits through and then setting a clamp-like thing to hold them in place. The pressure was tight, but not too painful.
My arms were folded behind me, wrists to elbows secured with duct tape. Then she pulled up a hinged piece and locked it under my chin with a leather headstall like a horse bridle holding me down to it. I felt her hands in my hair as she quickly braided a rope of some kind into it then felt my head yanked back at the same time she displayed a shiny chrome hook with a steel ball on the hook end and a big loop on the other end. She slapped my face then ran the hook across my cheek.
“Open your mouth and lick this good,” she demanded, pushing the ball up to my lips. I obeyed of course, as she continued. “You better lick it good because that’s the only lube it will get before it goes in your ass.” I licked and sucked at the ball but my mouth was dry as dirt. Next thing I knew, she was behind me and working the hook into my ass which made me squirm and grunt as she shoved it in. Then my head was jerked back by the rope braided into my hair as she tied it off to the loop in the hook.
“Let’s see you move around on my toy trolley,” Josie said as she started removing her clothes. I found I could push the thing around on its swiveling wheels as I dug in with my toes to move across the floor. I moved across the room to inspect the rack of paddles, crops and floggers she walked over and took a paddle off the wall. She clipped a rope lead onto the wood plate that held my breasts clamped down and walked across the room, pulling me as I scrambled with my toes, following her big naked butt. There was bay window with a padded seat and back cushion built along on side and she settled herself in as she pulled me right up to her crotch.
“I love to sit here and look out over the grounds while a slut serves me with her mouth, so get to it.” She pulled me up against her half-hairy pussy as I began to lick up and down her slit. “Come on you lazy bitch, get your tongue in there nice and deep,” she snarled, shoving herself against my face. While I continued to run my tongue up and down her flabby labia she grabbed my nipples and pinched and twisted, really hard.
“Tongue and teeth on my clit you stupid whore,” she growled. “Nibble, but don’t you dare bite hard.” My tongue searched up the folds of her smelly cunt and I realized that her engorged clit was about half the size of my thumb. I took it into my mouth and began sucking on it, then running my teeth along it before sucking it as deep into my mouth as I could.
“That’s getting better, you lazy turd,” she said. “Now, take it hard and deep and make me cum!” I went after the clit and those fat pussy lips as hard and fast as I could and in less than a minute she was bucking hard against my face and then she started squirting. I thought I was going to drown in the squirt after squirt all over my face. Just as she was calming down, Miss Josie started to rub and scrub her half-hairy cunt against my lips and tongue.
“Suck it all clean, you filthy bitch,” she growled, “Get that tongue working and slurp is all up nice and sweet.” It was anything but sweet, but suck and slurp I did. Just then I heard a familiar whoosh in the air, followed by a wracking pain across my ass as the wooden paddle smacked across my hips. She hit me another five times, each time tapping my ass with the paddle as though lining up her shot, then the whoosh of air as it came sailing in on my butt. I gasped and groaned each time, but still remembered to rasp out a “Thank you Miss Josie,” after each one.
Next, she shoved the trolley with her foot and I went careening across the large room, slamming me into the base of a wooden post with a cross arm and rope bindings on it.
“Use those feet and get back over here,” she shouted.
“Yes, Miss Josie,” I replied, trying to turn the trolley toward her as I scrabbled with my toes. I finally got it maneuvered around and worked my way toward where she stood, this time with a wicked looking strap she tapped against her palm. As I came hear to her, Josie grabbed my by the thigh and whirled the trolley around, spinning it in a circle as she came down with the strap in a furious series of swats, one right after the other as she kept spinning me round and round. I was getting dizzy and my ass was on fire. I thought I might puke, but knew that that would definitely not be a good thing. Suddenly she stopped, with me facing away from her. I felt her untie the rope and remove the metal hook and ball from my ass. There were some more sounds behind me that I couldn’t identify. Then I heard the clink of buckles and a couple of sharp snapping sounds.
Next thing I knew, I could feel a rigid plastic something rubbing across my ass crack. Oh no, I thought, she’s got a strap-on dildo for me. I had heard about these things, even seen a couple of porn movies with them back when I was still married to my jerk former hubby, but I never dreamed I would have one near me, let alone in me. Then it got worse. I felt not one, but two of the things, now rubbing up and down my labia AND my ass.
“This is one of my very favorite toys,” Josie chuckled. “I call it my double-header, one for each slutty hole.” I felt the cold of some lube dripping off them and onto my skin, dripping down my crack, and she drove hard and deep into me with both devices as I screamed from the invasion of those two huge appliances. Just as I caught my breath, I felt these strange vibrations starting from them. Oh God, please help me out of this, my mind raced as the twin invaders worked in, out, up and around, jerking me back and forth by their sheer force.
Josie grabbed my hair and used it like bridle reins as she humped and bucked into me with her twin tools, laughing and drooling over my back. This went on for what seemed like hours, but was probably about ten minutes or less. At last she was getting tired, and she turned off the switch and pulled out of me, then spun me around to face the two dildos hanging in front of me.
“Clean them up,” she ordered, pushing them to my lips. I caught my breath and opened wide.
I licked and sucked as best I could, cleaning my own juices and the horrible tasting lube off the two tools that she dangled in front of me. At least the hoses and enemas had cleaned me out so I’m not licking off my own crap, I told myself as I took the ass dildo deep into my mouth. Not that I had a lot of choice, as Josie continued to thrust and shove it into my mouth as I gagged and vowed not to puke on her. She finally stepped away from me and unbuckled the harness holding the strap-ons, letting it fall to the floor.
“I’ll let you polish that up later,” she said, pointing to the harness, “Just as soon as we have a bit more fun.” She gave the trolley a huge shove and sent me across to the other side of the room where I banged into a box of some kind that seemed attached to the floor. Josie followed over and turned by trolley with wheels up and my burning ass down to the floor. Except that it wasn’t the floor. The low box I had knocked into was a wooden tray type thing lined with bristles from rough push broom heads, so she shoved me down onto the bristles, making sure to squeeze and shake my shoulders and tits to grind my butt down onto them. Then she spun around, spread her broad butt cheeks, and settled onto my upturned face.
“Get in there and rim me deep,” she ordered. “I want to feel those lips all over me and that tongue going halfway up to my stomach.” She squirmed down onto my face until I could hardly breathe and then she reached down between her knees, to where my breasts were clamped so she could pinch and twist them.
Josie alternated pinching, twisting and pulling with slaps across my tits and nipples as she rode my face and my tongue French kissed her sweaty ass hole. She would rise up occasionally to allow me to breathe, then drop back down on me, snorting and snarling with her exertions.
“Worship your betters, you sinful slut,” she repeated each time she slammed her ass back down onto my mouth. Finally, she stood up, turned to face me and began to slap my face back and forth, forehand and backhand while she gripped my hair in her other fist. She dropped the trolley back onto its wheels, gave it a vicious shove and sent me flying back across the room to the rack of paddles. She stepped up and ran her hands along the array of implements.
“Just one more set of strokes for you today, bitch, so you can thank me for my mercy,” she said as she waved a drilled wooden paddle in front of me.
“Thank you, Miss Josie for your mercy and for your training,” I replied, still panting to catch my breath. This time she swung the paddle low, onto the tops of my thighs that not only burned like hell, but it set the trolley in motion so that she followed it around the room, swatting as she went. After about twenty more swats, she stopped.
“Oh my, we are almost out of time for today,” she said, almost sadly. “Let’s get you out of this and ready to leave, shall we?” She started unbuckling the straps that held me and helped me climb up from the contraption before tossing me down one more time beside her dildo harness.
“Use that slutty tongue to polish up my harness, then buff it with that straggly hair,” she said as she began to put on her clothes. After she dressed she inspected the harness I was buffing with my snarled hair, took it from me and hung it on the rack by the paddles.
“Training is over for today, aren’t you the lucky one?” she said, grabbing my hair and hauling me toward the door, keeping my head down and my ass up as I struggled to keep up with her. Down the stairs we went, me trying not to fall and take her with me, her jerking me along as we went through the house and back to the garage entrance.
”Stand there, attention,” she ordered, leaving me by the twin circles in front of the doorway. I stepped into the circle and assumed the attention position. Josie slid the basket with my clothes in it to my feet.
“Get dressed and get out,” she said. “Follow the path down to the stables, staying only on the path, and your car will be around to the right. The gate will open in four minutes and will remain open for forty-five seconds. If you aren’t out the gate before it closes, you will be punished for disobedience. Now, dress and go.”
I certainly didn’t intend to be caught inside the gate as I grabbed my clothes, pulling on panties and bra quickly, making sure my nipples stuck through the holes in the bra cups, pulling my top on and squeezing into my tight jeans. I opened the door and ran to the pathway. The path was rough gravel and it was really nasty on my bare feet, but I hurried as fast as I could. I imagined Josie and Mistress Joanna both watching from the house, laughing at me hopping and trying to minimize the pain on my bare feet as I hurried down the path. I got down the path and my feet were on fire. It felt like my right big toe might be bleeding but I didn’t dare stop to check. As I neared the stables, I looked up to see Piggy, still sitting on the concrete pad by the wash rack with her enema bucket still over her head. As I came around the right side of the stables, Auntie Irene was com ing the other way with two empty buckets, being herded by the thin stable girl that Mistress Joanna had called Chelsea. Chelsea tapped Irene with a thin horse whip to keep her moving, and she grinned at me as they headed back to the building.
I saw the source of Chelsea’s delighted grin when I go to my car. It was parked close to the building, with barely enough room for me to sidle between, and the ground had been covered with stinking dog shit, presumably from the buckets that Irene was carrying. I ran to the passenger side of my car, but it was locked. I ran back around and tried to slip to the door, not able to avoid slopping right through dog shit. I slid though the door and into the driver’s seat and saw the key was indeed in the ignition. The stench of dog shit was overpowering, and then I realized it wasn’t just on my feet from where I had stepped in it, but the brake and accelerator pedals had been loaded up with it.
I knew I was running short on time, so I started up and backed out. I didn’t know how I was going to get home and get cleaned up, but first I had to get of there. I drove up the service drive and saw that the gate was already open. I panicked, not knowing how long it would remain open, so I hit the gas, feeling my foot slide in the huge pile of dog turds that had been smeared on it. I got to the gate as it started to swing shut and barely made it through in time. I drove down the street, pulled over and let the windows down to breathe. I realized I didn’t see my purse or shoes.
I got out, pulled the trunk release and to my relief saw my flip-flops and my purse in the trunk. I snatched them up and headed back into the car when I saw a police cruiser come around the corner. Oh, please don’t bother me with dog shit all over feet and my car, I thought. I jumped into the driver’s seat and was signaling to pull out as he drove by, almost stopping right beside me. I gave him my flirtiest smile and a wave and he drove on. I let out a huge sigh of relief as I pulled onto the street and tried to figure out what was next. For the second time today, the stink of dog crap was overwhelming me and this time the urge to puke was just too much. I pulled over again and before I could open the door and wretch into the street, I vomited all over myself.
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