The Adventures of Karen - Part 8 - Pleasing Mistress
As he pressed his face to Greta's soaking wet cunt, Andy wondered just how she
would taste. He longed to push his tongue deep inside her. He knew that he
could make her feel so good, if he made her wait for her pleasure. Just how
long he could risk making her wait he didn't know. With Karen he would tease
her relentlessly before finally placing his tongue on her; this enhanced rather
than decreased her pleasure, but would the Greta wait for this?
He was about to lean forward and start, when he heard Karl behind him.
'Hands behind your back slave, you will not pleasure yourself!'
Andy obeyed and felt cold metal cuffs snap into place, restraining him. He
would now have to make sure he did not lose his balance and fall. He could not
help feeling that his task was being made difficult for him, to ensure that he
would fail in some way, and his cock twitched at the thought of the punishment
almost certainly already planned for him.
He leaned forwards and placed his tongue gently on his Mistress' mound, flicking
it over her smoothness. He slid his tongue across her to the taut, soft skin at
the top of her thigh. Greta sighed with pleasure, encouraging him to continue.
He slid his tongue back to the top of her crease, feeling her raise her hips to
him, urging him to her. Suddenly he felt her hand on his head, and felt it
trying to move his head, his probing tongue, to her engorged, moist lips, but he
resisted. A searing pain shot through his ass, as the crop landed with it's
first blow.
'How dare you resist me, slave?' Greta cursed him. 'Remember that I own you
now!'
Andy gulped as once again his new status was confirmed.
'Now, continue with your task!'
Knowing that he had sinned, feeling the stinging reminder on his cheeks, Andy
placed his tongue at the top of her slit, and ran it down across her rigid
clitoris, towards her hot tunnel. As he reached his goal he felt its protecting
inner lips parting to his touch. He flicked his tongue across, darting it
inside briefly, before running it back up to her swollen nubbin.
This time he concentrated his efforts on the sensitive flesh, flicking it with
his probing tongue, before sucking it into his mouth.
Greta urged herself against him, beginning to react against his tongue.
'Harder, faster, my slave, keep going....', Greta could barely speak.
He heard her moan with delight. Daring to release the engorged organ, he pulled
away slightly and gently nipped it with his teeth.
The crop rained down with one, two, three, four blows.
'Worthless slave, you have much to learn, but you, never, never cause me pain!
Greta hurled her curses at him. ' If I want pain I shall ask for it, you may be
sure.'
Andy returned to his task and buried his tongue deep in the wet warm and
engorged slit, alternately flicking the clit, and thrusting his tongue into the
welcoming hole. Finally he remained thrusting his rigid tongue eagerly in and
out of the wetness.
Greta began to convulse with pleasure as Andy continued his assault. As the
convulsing increased he withdrew his tongue and flicked yet again at the
clitoris, fully exposed from its shroud, and sucked as hard as he could.
'Oh yes, yes, yes, don't, don't stop' she stuttered, as he continued the
suction. Finally she screamed out loud, and Andy knew that she had finally cum.
Still he continued to flick and suck her clit with his tongue, sending her to
her final crescendo of pleasure.
'Aaaaaaah Ooooohhhhhhhhh Yessssssssss yesssssssss yessss!!!!' Greta screamed.
In her ecstasy she pushed Andy over so that he fell onto his manacled hands,
lying helpless before her. He heard her continuing moans and was aware that
even now Greta was strumming her own clit with frantic fingers. Hoping that he
had not failed in his task he became aware of the sweet salty taste of her on
his lips, aware of his own throbbing erection.
Finally the moans subsided, and Greta's heavy breathing eased.
Karen, who had been watching transfixed, kneeling beside Lisa, marvelled at how
strongly Greta had cum. Feeling an increased dampness between her legs, Karen
wondered when she would next receive such oral pleasures. As she watched, Greta
stood, smoothed her dress, and walked over to Andy, who remained laying on his
back.
'Get up slave!' Greta ordered, 'Stand before me.
Andy struggled to his feet, not a simple task with his hands cuffed behind his
back.
'You have pleased me with your tongue. Better, even, than your Master has
done.' With this she placed a hand behind his neck and kissed him softly and
gently, flickering her tongue out and running them round his lips. Karen could
see that Andy was resisting the temptation to respond, and was pleased to see
that he was starting to learn about this lifestyle.
'You may kiss me back Andy.' Greta moved slightly.
With this Andy thrust his tongue out to her kissing like two teenagers on their
first date.
Andy felt Greta move her hand to his chest and lay her hand flat on it. Andy
enjoyed the contact and relaxed a little. Suddenly Greta took his nipple
between thumb and forefinger and twisted hard. Andy was dragged back to reality
by the sharp intense pain, gasping out loud. As she released him he felt the
pain throb and slowly subside.
'An important lesson, slave, always expect the unexpected.' Greta smiled, 'Now
kneel before me, and await your punishment for your misdemeanour last night.'
Andy, who had almost forgotten his error, his forbidden masturbation, did as she
commanded, the short, sharp, shock of the pain in his nipple, serving as a
reminder to him.
Karen watched this with fascination, knowing the feeling of that intense
pleasure pain to the nipples, something she had experienced many times before.
What was in store for her now she wondered. She did not have to wonder for
long, as Karl spoke to her.
'Stand please, slave Karen, your next lesson is about to begin. Lisa has
undergone this, and will assist me in it's progress.'
As he spoke Karen got to her feet.
'Follow me my dear, come and see what I have planned.'
Karen followed a few feet behind Karl, until he stopped before a free standing
frame made of two wooden spars. They were formed into an X-shape, with leather
cuffs and chains attached to each of the four ends. Completing the apparatus
there was also what appeared to be a shorter, narrower bar that jutted directly
upwards from the mid-point of the X. Karen assumed, rightly, that this was to
support her head, preventing any movement at all, if and when her Mistress
desired to restrain her even more fully..
Karen shivered at the thought of what was to come next, she had experienced
being tied to a wall by her husband, but had never used anything quite like this
before. Something that allowed access from all sides, and allowed a Master or
Mistress to walk all around it.
'Karen, I think you can see how this works! Stand in position before it. Lisa,
come here girl. Quickly!!'
Lisa almost ran across from where she had been left kneeling, her bare feet
pattering on the floor as she did.
'Good, now remove her shoes and strap her to the frame. Don't take too long
about it, otherwise you will be punished instead, understand?'
'Yes Master.' Lisa knelt at Karen's feet and unbuckled the spike heeled sandals
that she had been given to wear a few short hours ago. As she slid the left one
off, Karen felt Lisa's hand caress her bare foot for a brief moment.
She felt a tingle as she felt the touch. She felt herself moisten at the
thought of Lisa kneeling, her lips touching her feet, and she hoped desperately
that one day, one day soon, she would be able to experience it.
Her other shoe was slipped off, again with just the slightest caress from Lisa,
and then she stood before Karen, and allowed herself to smile, as they stood
face to face.
'Get on with it girl,' bellowed Karl 'what is wrong with you today? You want
another ride on the horse?'
'Sorry, Master, no Master' came the none too convincing reply.
Lisa took Karen's right hand and held it up against the spar, strapping the
leather cuff round her wrist, holding it tight to the bar. She repeated the
process with the left arm. When that one, too, was shackled in place, Karen's
breasts were stretched a little, her nipples pointing directly outwards.
Lisa dropped to her knees once more, and shackled first Karen's right foot, and
then her left, to the spar. Standing, she finally took a step back to look at
her handiwork. Satisfied she turned towards the Karl and bowed her head,
'Good, now come here Lisa, and take this.'
Karen couldn't see what Karl held in his hand, and took the time to flex her
muscles a little, and try to get herself more comfortable; she had a feeling
that she would be constrained for some time Her eyes focused back on Karl and
Lisa, and she was horrified to see that Lisa held a ball gag in her hands, and
was walking towards her with it. Lisa moved round behind Karen and strapped the
gag in place, easing the ball into Karen's mouth. As she stood behind her she
whispered, carefully, quietly, in Karen's ear.
'I'm sorry, I like you a lot, I hope we can get to play soon.'
Karen smiled inwardly at this, and vowed to make it happen if at all possible.
'Are you whispering again?' Karl shouted at Lisa.
'N-n-no Master.'
'Get here now.' Karl relaxed, 'On your knees and head to the floor.'
Lisa ran across to kneel before him, and placed her forehead on the floor as he
had commanded, her ass sticking in the air.
'Lisa will you never learn?' Karl was clearly angry. 'Not only do you whisper,
which you know is not allowed, but then you make it worse by lying about it.
Well, what have you got to say??'
'I am deeply ashamed Master, forgive me please.'
Karl walked away and returned with a plain straight backed chair which he sat
on, and made himself comfortable. In his hand Karen could see that he held a
broad leather paddle, and she shuddered at the thought of what Lisa was to
suffer.
'Now come lie across my lap, as you have been shown before.'
Without a word Lisa did as she was told, lying face down across his lap, taking
hold of the legs of the chair with each of her hands, and hooking her ankles
round the legs on the other side.
'Before I start your punishment, I want to tell you that I was going to let you
join in with Karen's lesson. I was going to let you do the things I know you
want to do to her.' Karl sadly shook his head, 'But you have broken the rules
again. So once I have finished your punishment, you will go and stand in the
corner, where you will be able to hear what happens to Karen, but not see it, or
experience it. Do you understand?'
'Yes Master, I am sorry Master.' Lisa's voice was tinged with fear.
'Now, are you ready for your punishment?'
'Yes Master.'
'As usual I want you to count the blows, and show some gratitude for each one,'
Karl raised his voice, ' understand me girl?'
'Y-y-yes Master' came the tearful reply.
Karl raised the paddle to own shoulder height, and it hovered there for what
seemed to Lisa like an eternity before it descended onto the smooth round bare
cheeks.
'One, thank you Master!' Lisa shrieked.
As he raised the paddle again, Karen could see the redness it had left behind.
Again it came down on Lisa.
'Two, thank you Master!'
Karen looked across to where Andy was kneeling. She could see that he was fully
erect, and knew that despite the blindfold, his imagination must be running wild
at the thought of what Lisa was suffering. Greta was stood by his side, her
hand resting on the top of his head. Her attention was drawn back to Lisa, who
was still receiving her punishment from the Karl.
'Fifteen, thank you Master!' she yelped tearfully.
Karen could see that her cheeks were red, very red indeed, and imagined the
warmth that Lisa must be feeling there now. To her surprise she felt a trickle
of juice run down the inside of her naked thigh, and realised just what an
effect this whole scene was having on her. She longed for further release, and
the aching, the yearning, in her cunt was building again. Karen looked across
at Andy again and realised that he had seemed to have a permanent erection for
the whole time they had been in the cellar. She hoped for his sake that he
would be relieved soon, and not by his own hand either, for that would bring him
further punishment.
Her thoughts were disturbed by a scream from Lisa.
'Twenty, thank you Master!'
Karen doubted that she could take more than five blows from the paddle, let
alone twenty, and she hoped it would be over for Lisa soon. Despite her
concern, she guessed that Lisa, like her and Andy, had been given a safe word.
Clearly, Lisa had yet to reach her limit.
As she watched Karl laid down the paddle, and caressed Lisa's scarlet cheeks,
soothing them, feeling their warmth. He continued for a while, Lisa sobbing as
he did so, until finally he ordered her to move.
'Go to your corner, you slut!
Karen watched as Lisa walked to the corner, and stood facing the wall, hands by
her sides. She turned her eyes back at the sound of approaching footsteps, and
saw Karl standing before her.
'Now my dear we can start with your lesson, I am only sorry that Lisa saw fit to
misbehave,, he smiled evilly, 'I'm sure you would have loved her to join me in
training you!'
End of part 8
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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