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CHAPTER 10
Oh no, not again, I kept repeating. I found an old folding umbrella under the front passenger seat and carefully slid the pile of dog shit onto it. I knew I would have to clean up again on the way home but I hoped I could keep enough of the stink off me to get somewhere to get a plastic bag or two. Then I remembered the freezer bag I keep in the trunk for keeping frozen food from thawing on the way home from the supermarket. I popped the trunk latch and slipped around with the dog shit balanced on the folded umbrella. I opened the freezer bag to find it half full of horse apples with another note reminding me to return these to the stables on Thursday. Oh shit, I laughed to myself, shit, shit, shit!
I dropped the umbrella with the dog poop into the bag and folded it over and zipped it shut and slammed the trunk lid. The car smelled of dog poop but wasn’t overpowering like the previous time and I headed home remembering that I had left a can of Febreze in the glove box. I sprayed and sprayed as I headed out of the parking lot and heard my phone ring. The caller ID said “MJ” for Mistress Joanna. I answered oh the third ring.
“Enjoying the artifacts I am loaning you?” she laughed.
I stammered for a minute still shocked at her calling me. “Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I finally said.
“Don’t ever hesitate in answering your betters,” she purred into the phone.
“Answer before the second ring is complete. I will put that down for some correction on Thursday. By the way, my mother really enjoyed herself today and she thinks you are a wonderful trainee.”
“Please thank Mistress Rose for me, Mistress,” I answered, quickly this time.
“She might even drop in on your homework review tomorrow, just to help me keep tabs on you,” Joanna added, relishing the thought, or so it seemed.
Oh, Sweet Jesus, I said to myself, now I’m gonna have them all over me all the time. I didn’t know how to react to that, so I just blurted out “I will welcome anything I can do for either of you, Mistress Joanna.”
“Oh, I know you will,” she cooed, as she was hanging up. “I absolutely know you will.”
I tore home as fast as I could, intending to get right to work on that boring Bible study guide and the homework that went with it. I won’t bore you with the details, but it was all about the obtuse prophecies of the “minor prophets,” the ones in the back of the Old Testament. I had spent the evening with my daughters, helping them do their toenails, and sent them off to watch whatever it is they love to watch, and I went to my room, opened the laptop and started answering the long convoluted questions about Zechariah and Habakkuk, etc.
I fell asleep over the keyboard and awoke in a panic about 4 am and finished the homework questions, which I emailed to the Christian Education Committee. I got back an auto-reply that my submission was late, but would be reviewed in person. I was supposed to be at Sunday School with my daughters by 9, so I figured I would be hearing about it then. I crawled under the covers and went right to sleep, but I had the most terrible dream where I was crawling, being pulled along on a long leash but I couldn’t see who was pulling. There was some sort of fog or most all about me and all I could see were the boot heels of the one who kept yanking at my leash. I woke up and my armpits, back and knees felt soaked in sweat.
Then I reached down between my legs to feel my pussy absolutely drenched. I ran my fingers along the slit of my labia and felt the wetness. I slid over and pulled back the covers to see I had been lying in what was practically a puddle of sweat and pussy juice. My fingers flew to my clit like they had a mind of their own, rubbing it furiously as I came in what seemed like two seconds. But I kept massaging my throbbing clit, running my fingers in and out of my pussy, then jamming my pinky into my ass, which shocked me back to reality.
I lay there thinking about everything I had been through in the past few days, and what was coming up and drifted off to sleep when the alarm rang at 7:30. I realized how badly I needed to pee, and I jumped up and raced for the toilet. Sure enough, as Mistress Rose had said, my pee was a bright green and I wondered what that would have to do with anything coming up, or was it just another demonstration of their power over me?
I showered and put on a robe, figuring I would make some coffee before getting dressed for Sunday School and Church. My nipples felt hard against the robe and my pussy still throbbed from my earlier dream and “activities.” Oh God, I thought, I wonder if they will be able to tell if I have touched myself. It was like a whirlwind to get ready to go and get the girls going. We parked in the large lot at the Church and as we were walking the girls saw some other girls they knew and ran to join them. I went into the Christian Ed building and down the left corridor where the arrows pointed to “Adult Study Rooms.” About halfway down the hall, who should step out from a doorway by Mistress Rose, who looked at me like I was expected, which I guessed I was.
“Well, look who’s here and who barely got her study report in,” she said.
“Good morning Sister,” I almost whispered, not knowing what I should call her.
“I expect that subsequent studies will be more timely,” she said slyly, looking me up and down as she started down the hallway away from me. Then she stopped and turned, smiling at me. “I will stop on Thursday this week, too. So until then …” she turned again and walked down the hall, turning into the doors that led to the Discipline Committee’s office, lobby and inner sanctum.
Boy, I thought. I wonder what they do down there on Sundays. Just then Mistress Joanna emerged form the door where Mistress Rose had just entered. She came straight for me and muttered in a low voice so anyone passing wouldn’t hear.
“Your tardy submission reflects badly upon me and my entire family’s standing and we will not have any more of it. Now get down to Study Room 3 and pay attention. I will see you in Thursday.” Off she went without a look back.
I won’t bore you with the rest of the Church day, or most of the first three days of the week. But I was sure that Thursday was going to be a tough one.
Thursday came almost before I knew it. No, that’s not true. The week dragged on, and I couldn't get the thought of another training session with Mistress Joanna out of my head. I tried to focus at work, but it just kept on in my brain. I knew I could just call the whole thing off anytime, and that I didn’t have to go through with all this abuse, but I was somehow drawn to it, especially knowing how it could help me and my girls.
I was ready to go on Thursday morning as soon as the girls were out the door on their way to school. I was wearing sweats and headed up to get a quick shower and then to put on my ‘training bra’ and tiny thong panties when my phone rang with the caller ID saying “MJ.”
“Good morning slut, do not say a word, just listen,” Mistress Joanna’s voice said. “You are to arrive at my gate at exactly 9:48 this morning and drive down to the stables where you will find a parking spot marked by a photo of a slut’s welted ass. Park there and remove the two artifacts we left for you last Saturday and place them on the trunk of your car to mellow in the sun. Leave your purse and sandals in your unlocked car and hurry up the gravel path to your appointed entrance door. You know the routine to follow upon entry. Josie will be observing that you follow all instructions. Oh, and don't bother taking a shower this morning. Instead, go to your computer and log onto the link that is already on your screen. Follow the instructions and leave that ugly sweat suit on until you are instructed to remove it, then finish the exercise session and get dressed while you are ripe with your own sweat stink. I shall see you later.” The phone clicked off and I stood there in shock.
How does she know what I am wearing, what’s on my computer, all this, I kept asking myself as I headed to the laptop to see what waited. I clicked onto it and saw a group of six naked women on their backs, doing leg lifts with weights on their ankles. I stepped back a step to look at them when a text flashed across the screen: MEREDITH, LOOK IN THE BOTTOM DRAWER. I opened the drawer to find a pair of three pound ankle weights there. As I pulled them out the screen flashed ON YOUR BACK AND FOLLOW ALONG.
So I am being watched, obviously, I told myself as I lay down, strapped the weights around my ankles, closed the Velcro fasteners and lifted up my legs.
The strain on my stomach was intense, and I won’t burden you with the whole routine, let’s just say my belly and legs were on fire by the time I was done. Part way through the screen told me to remove the sweat pants, lie back and grab my ankles with my hands and spread myself wide, still wearing the ankle weights. Then the screen told me to remove my top, take off the ankle weights and hold them I my hands with arms spread wide and to remain in position. My arms were shaking and about to cramp when the screen told me I could drop the weights. Just as I did, another message flashed on the screen, telling me to approach the keyboard, pull up my tits by the nipples and hold them in position.
I could feature Mistress Joanna sitting at her computer and watching me, knowing how she had total control over me almost anywhere. PINCH – PINCH – PINCH HARD! the screen flashed as I complied, almost not believing that I was kneeling in front of a screen in my own bedroom pinching my own tits in agony. I was finally allowed to release and when I saw the clock on the computer I realized I had best get moving to make it on time. I threw on my clothes and headed for the car.
I made it to the gate with about two minutes to spare, but a large truck that seemed to be having difficulty turning into the drive blocked the gate.
I sat there, glancing at the clock on the dash, back to the truck, wondering if this was a deliberate move by Mistress Joanna to make me late. Just then the truck pulled through the gate and I slipped in right behind it, the followed it down the service path toward the stables. The truck pulled up behind the garage area and I zoomed down to the parking area. The photo of a welted ass that was to mark my place was a poster size print of a huge fat butt, I supposed it belonged to Sister Fatty from the kennel or Sister Piggy from the stables.
I pulled up, left my shoes in the car and popped the trunk and grabbed the multiple layer so of plastic I had packed the horse apples and the dog turds in to keep the smell down. I closed the trunk, left the two packages on the trunk deck and started for the path when I almost collided with a naked woman carrying a wicker tray of horse turds. I saw that she was Sheila, one of the women who had been with me at the original interview before the Committee. Two of the horse apples had fallen off the tray and Sheila quickly knelt down and put them back on the tray before rising to hurry off. She looked at me and quickly whispered, “Don’t ask. Good luck to you,” and she rushed around the corner of the building.
I headed up the gravel path to the garage and my bare feet noticed that a lot of red crushed stone had been added to the white gravel, making walking even more difficult, but I was determined to get up the path and tried to ignore the sharp points of the red rocks from digging in or even cutting my feet as I jogged up the path. I got to the door, stepped inside and was out my four articles of clothing in seconds, as I knew that cameras must be everywhere. I dropped my clothes into the waiting basket and crawled to the door where I used my forehead to knock five times as required. I slid back and knelt with my hands locked behind my neck and waited. Minutes went by and still I waited. Finally I heard noise beside me, and Miss Josie came in through the side door from outside. She came straight to me and slapped me hard across the cheek.
“Hello, training slut, welcome!” she said, slapping me hard across the other cheek.
“Good day, Miss Josie, thank you Ma’am,” I answered, my cheeks stinging.
“Madame will see you in a while, but in the meantime, you will help in the kitchen,” she said taking me by the hair and pulling me to my feet to follow her into the kitchen with my head yanked down and my ass in the air. We stopped in the kitchen, where Rosie the cook was peeling potatoes into a huge bowl. She handed me a small paring knife and indicated a bowl of onions on the counter.
“There girl, peel and chop those onions, and be quick,” she said. I looked at the tiny knife and knew I would be in for some real tears by the time I finished with all those onions but I figured I had best get busy or Joanna or Josie would come in before I was finished. The onions were the large yellow ones that really bring a tear to your eye, especially when you have to chop and dice them with a tiny knife. I was nearly done when Josie returned and stormed right to me, grabbing me by the hair and shoving my face near the pile of chopped onions that had me already streaming tears and sniffling.
“Mistress awaits,” she sneered, “and I guess that’s enough of those, or is it Miss Rosie?” The cook looked at the pile I had chopped and said that it looked sufficient and to get my smelly body out of her kitchen. Josie took me by the hair and pulled me down into the usual position and we headed toward the hallway. But when we got to the main hall, we didn’t go toward Mistress Joanna’s study, but turned the other way and came to a door with numbered codes on the lock. Josie punched in a code and opened the door that led to steps going down. Oh boy, a dungeon, no doubt, I thought as I took the stairs carefully with Miss Josie yanking me along by the hair.
It didn’t look like a dungeon, more like a rec room with pool table and big screen TV and leather sofas and armchairs. But there were three other doors along the far wall. Josie pulled me toward the far left door and knocked. Joanna’s voice said to Enter. The room looked like a medical exam room with a tilting table with stirrups, white cabinets on a side wall, IV type holders on wheels, and an assortment of stainless steel clamps and other menacing looking devices in another glass front cabinet.
“Welcome slut, get up on the table,” Joanna said in her abrupt manner, pointing to the table.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I said for the first of many repetitions that day.
“I told you we would first work on your new pubic hair style, didn’t I? Well, I have decided” she said as she and Miss Josie buckled two straps across my belly and above my tits. “Legs up and spread,” she commanded as she adjusted the stirrups and pushed my feet into them, then locked them in with tape.
She then pulled the stirrups up and out, spreading me even further and dropped the head of the table down with my crotch up. I looked to the side where Miss Josie was moving a chair-like device on either side of my head. All I could see of it were two black cushions. I heard it being adjusted somehow, then saw Josie’s big half-shaved crotch above my face as she pulled up her skirt and settled herself down on the chair thing then slid it up to where my head hung down, moving right over my lips.
“Give her the kind of kisses she likes,” Joanna purred, still fiddling with adjustments that now had me totally restrained. My tongue was working into Josie’s crotch and up and down the folds and creases of her gaping cunt. I thought if she knew I was mentally referring to it as a ‘cunt’ she would most probably be beating me senseless. As I continued with my tongue worship of Miss Josie, Mistress Joanna spoke.
“I thought it might be fun for you and Josie to share the half-ass look like she has between her legs, but I have a better idea,” Mistress Joanna said, with a tone of satisfaction. At that moment I felt something moving along my crotch, which at this point was opened up wide and high.
“You know how women get bikini trims or waxes, leaving just the slightest amount of hair will be hidden by even the smallest bikini bottom? Well, little training slut, we are going to give you what I call a ‘reverse bikini.’ That’s where we shave and pluck the small area that the bikini covers and we leave the rest to grow as naturally as we like.” Joanna sounded proud of her decision as I was trying to wrap my head around the idea. Oh, I got it all right. I was going to have pube hair sticking out of my swimsuit all summer, while I was shaved into a tiny triangle. But it got better.
“And we will also make sure that any hair along your butt crack is allowed to flourish as well, just shaving a strip about an inch wide along your taint and up your ass,” Miss Josie chimed in, humping down on my mouth as my tongue continued working on her fat cunt lips.
“And you are to keep the area I have drawn on you completely free of all hair and stubble every day, at all times,” Mistress Joanna added. “And just to make sure that you do, I am having the web cam upgraded on your computer right now as we speak. We can look at that in a few minutes since you have a fairly small field of view right now,” she laughed. “And I want you sucking on that fat clit of Josie’s which I am sure is swelling right up by now.”
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I said, though it sounded much more muffled with Josie’s cunt lips swallowing me up. I took Josie’s big bud of a clit and sucked it hard and deep as Josie bucked up and down on my face, panting and making sounds like a big cat.
“Now, when I blow this whistle, you are to bite down on that clit, good and hard,” I heard Joanna say. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and then I heard the shrill whistle. I bit down, not too hard, but hard enough to get Josie’s attention I thought. “And you don’t stop until I blow it again,” Joanna followed, tugging on my left nipple, then blowing the whistle. “And back to licking and sucking that clit!” she commanded as I obeyed. Josie was bouncing up and down on my face and I thought she might break my neck.
“Next time the whistle blows I am going to let Josie work your tits as you bite her,” Joanna laughed. “But first, let’s get that hair styled, shall we?” So Mistress Joanna went to work on my pussy, shaving the hair between the lines she had drawn, stopping occasionally with tweezers to pluck some just for a little extra pain and humiliation. Josie leaned over me and I could feel her big boobs on mine as she reached in with a pair of tweezers or pliers or something I wasn’t sure, to wrap some hair like pasta on a fork, then jerk it out as I yelped into her dripping twat.
They seemed to be finishing their work on me when Mistress Joanna slapped my cunt and ordered be to “make Josie cum, hard and quick!” I sucked as hard as I could with my lips and shot my tongue up into her and soon she was heaving and gasping and was so wet on my it felt like I would drown when I heard the whistle blow. I bit down hard and sucked for all I was worth as I felt Josie pulling, stretching and twisting on my nipples. I thought she would yank them off my chest. Then I heard the whistle blow again, and in a bit Josie slid back away from my face.
“Bring the mirror, Josie,” I heard Joanna say, and Josie pulled down a lighted mirror on an arm, and raised up my head so that I could see what they had done to me. There were two purple lines of marker from the top of my ass crack clear past my twat and finished off as a triangle about two inches above my crease. There wasn’t a bit of stubble or hair between the lines, but there was hair everywhere outside them.
“And that’s how you will keep it at all times, understood slut?” Joanna asked.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, thank you Mistress,” I answered, as they unstrapped me and I continued staring at my crotch. I figured I would be wearing some pretty full-cut swimsuits to the pool and beach this summer with that hair-do.
‘Now, upstairs to look in our monitoring project, shall we?” Joanna started for the door and Josie pulled me to my feet to follow along.
Back in Mistress Joanna’s study, she flipped on her large monitor, and asked, “So how is going there Harry?” I saw a man in my bedroom turn to the camera.”
“Just about done here, Ma’am, how does the image look and sound?”
I saw the camera pan around and zoom into the chair at my dressing table where I had been keeping my laptop.
“Looks good Harry, good job.” Mistress Joanna smiled as she pulled back the camera view so that we could all see Harry sitting on the end of my bed. “You can let yourself out and don't’ forget to re-set the alarm.”
“Thanks, Ma’am, I’m glad you like the upgrades” Harry smiled and winked as he left the room.
I sat there in total shock, knowing that she had my car keys and alarm, the keys and code to my home system and now had total view of my bedroom. Of course, I realized that earlier that morning Joanna had had visual contact in my bedroom, so I wasn’t sure what was going on.
“I see that look on your face,” Joanna said with some sympathy in her voice. “All right, I will tell you. I had some work done on the web cam on your computer a few days ago, and when I saw how well it was working I thought I would upgrade it. But this is a better quality camera I have had mounted in a much better location. And of course, the sound is better, too. Just look at this much poorer example.” Mistress Joanna hit a few keys on her computer and up popped a grainy image of me on my bed with covers thrown back, and when she clicked it again, I could see the video of my masturbation from early Sunday morning, complete with me ramming my finger up my ass.
“So you see, the new camera is quite an improvement,” Joanna purred, looking sternly at me. “And just how shall we punish such a sin of self-abuse, especially without my permission, and on a Sunday to boot?”
I was so shocked I must have gone as white as a snowman. I couldn’t speak, my tongue started to move, but noting came out. The study door opened.
“We should give her at least 50 over the knee with a hairbrush,” I heard Mistress Rose say as she came through the door. Auntie Irene stood behind her in the doorway, wearing nothing but a peekaboo-training bra and lacey pink panties with little-girl flowers on them, there was a rhinestone collar on her neck with a light chain leash held in Mistress Rose’s hand.
“Good morning to you, Mother,” Mistress Joanna said, leaning back in her chair and still staring at me. “And good morning to you, Auntie,” she said.
“Good morning, Honored Sister,” Irene said, her eyes to the floor. “And thank you for including me in your session today.”
“So happy to have you,” Joanna cooed. “We look forward to your service.
As my shock wore off a bit, I must have looked confused at Auntie Irene’s presence, and Rose took over.
“She has been punished for her gross violation of our rules, but the shame she brought upon us still needs to be addressed. So she is spending 150 hours of service time to our family over the next six months, aren’t you dear sister?”
“Yes, Honored Sister, and I am happy to serve you,” Irene answered.
Rose glowered at me as she stepped around to open the closet and select a hairbrush from the ones hanging there. “Shall we have this slut relieve herself before the discipline?” she asked, as though I wasn’t even in the room.
“Perhaps,” Joanna replied. “Slut, do you need to pee?”
I realized I hadn’t peed since early morning and I was afraid that a hair brushing with Mistress Rose might be tough to endure without an accident.
“Yes, Mistress Joanna, may I have permission to pee, thank you Mistress,” I said.
Joanna snapped her fingers and Josie brought over a tall glass and set it on the large center table.
“All right slut up there and get it done, you have two minutes,” Mistress Joanna snapped.
Oh, crap, I thought, how can I do this? But I climbed onto the table and squatted over the glass, willing my bladder to follow my brain. And finally when I thought I might be out of time, the flow cut loose, streaming into the glass with a less bright green than earlier in the week, but enough for Rose and Joanna to howl with laughter as I squatted there, blushing from my belly to my eyebrows.
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