The Adventures of Karen - Part 38 - Watching 1
Greta watched Andy carefully licking and savoring the creamy ribbons that he
had so recently jetted across the floor. Satisfied that he was making a good
job of his self inflicted task, she turned and picked up the house phone once
again.
'Yes Mistress?' Ken answered it instantly, obviously waiting for the call as
soon as Andy had completed his duties, his humiliating public masturbation.
'You may bring in the first offering now.' Greta replaced the phone, and with
a satisfied smile, beckoned Karen to come to her side.
With some difficulty Karen managed, unaided, to struggle to her feet and to
find her balance in the spike heels. Pausing a moment until she was sure of
her balance she slowly waddled across the floor, her ungainly gait making her
drool covered breasts sway in unison. The struggle to walk with her ankles
held so awkwardly apart, on the teetering heels, made her begin to regret her
choice of footwear. Even so, she reflected, I know that Mistress likes me in
heels and high ones do have a good effect on my body. She smiled inwardly. A
good effect? Whenever she walked in heels she knew that her ample breasts
reacted and jiggled. She knew that most, perhaps all, males and many females
enjoyed the sight of the rippling resilient flesh. The feeling of her breasts
gently slapping against one another, combined with the enforced awkwardness of
her progress, combined to increase her humiliation. A humiliation that,
secretly, she enjoyed almost to an orgasmic level.
'Come and stand between me and Mistress Agnes.'
Karen moved in between the two women and stood precariously in her spike heels,
her legs held relentlessly apart by the steel bar strapped above her knees.
'Would you like to have me remove that gag now, my dear slut?' Greta managed
to be almost tender in her request.
Karen nodded, hopeful that, at last, she would be able to relax her aching jaw,
to swallow the last droplets of Karl's cum down her throat.
'Just wait until slave Ken arrives and then you shall have a change.'
In the slave quarters Ken turned to the naked Alix and spoke, gently, to her.
'Now my dear, you are needed in the dungeon once more. This time though, you
are permitted some clothes. Here, you may put these on.'
He turned to a side table, picked up a selection of garments and threw them at
the grateful Alix.
She sorted through the clothes and found that she had a brief pair of cotton
panties, more of a thong in fact due the thin ties and back strap, no bra, and
a thin cotton dress that hung loosely from straps over her shoulders. For her
feet she had a pair of flat, toe thong, leather sandals.
'Just tie this around your waist', Ken threw a cord to her, 'and do all of the
buttons up on the front of the dress. We can't have you looking too much like
a slut can we?'
N-no.' Alix, although grateful for the clothes after so long naked, was still
wary. It was unclear why she was suddenly being allowed to dress. Surely, she
thought, her Mistress, Marie, had some ulterior motive.
'Come!' Ken spoke sharply and grasped her shoulder. 'Come quickly! You're
holding things up now.'
Alix padded after him, her soft smooth bare soles slapping quietly in the flat
leather sandals, until they reached the dungeon area.
'Hello, my dear, you look quite ravishing now, I hardly knew you with your
clothes on!' Marie had stood up to welcome her and to take over from Ken. 'Do
you want to help me now?' She turned quizzically to her husband.
'Certainly, my sweetest!' Jeff stood up quickly and moved over to the couple.
Taking an arm each they guided the now nervous Alix into the cage area that Ken
had prepared earlier.
'Here we are, your little home for an hour or two. I hope you're not too
uncomfortable!' As she spoke, Marie gestured to her husband. 'Get them will
you.'
Jeff walked over to the small table that had been prepared and picked up a pair
of handcuffs.
'Now, my dear, hands behind your back, so...', Marie grasped the thin wrists
and, with what seemed practised ease, snapped the cuffs on, adjusting the
tightness to gently nip at Alix' wrists.
Alix looked at her Mistress, startled at this new development. 'B-but,
M-Mistress, what have I done?'
Jeff looked at his wife and smiled at her stern face. 'Nothing my dear,
nothing. All we're doing is preparing you for another guest. Now, sit on the
bed and make yourself comfortable.'
Satisfied that Alix was sitting reasonably comfortably they returned to their
seats, nodding their readiness to Greta.
Again Greta picked up the phone and spoke to Ken.
At the other end Ken listened intently as Greta gave him further instructions.
'Certainly Mistress, no longer than ten minutes at most, and then you may begin
the demonstration.
Greta looked at Agnes, and, smiling, suggested that they make use of Karen as
she stood naked and helpless between them.
Agnes agreed enthusiastically and immediately set about teasing and pulling
Karen's nipples, pulling on the extended teats until Karen mewled helplessly
through the soaking leather covered ring.
Not to be denied, Greta focused her attention on Karen's swollen labia and
hardened clitoris. Both women were pleased to find that Karen was in such a
state of arousal, although, bearing in mind the visual spectacle of her
ex-lover masturbating and now lapping up his jets of cum from the floor, they
were not surprised.
Karen could not prevent shudders of pleasure running through her as the two
women continued their ministrations. At least, she thought, they were more
than making up for the frustrations of having to suck cock with no immediate
reward. Especially, she thought, it was enjoyable because the two women t knew
exactly how to arouse her to the highest pitch of ecstasy, more than any man
could ever do. No, she corrected herself, more than almost any man could do.
Her fond recall of being bound and helpless as Ken fucked her a few days
previously filled her mind with pleasurable memories.
Meanwhile, in the cell area Ken was preparing the final offering for the groups
entertainment. For many hours past Greta and Wendy had insisted that the new
pet had been kept in virtual isolation. Naked and tightly hooded, her wrists
and ankles lightly bound, Elaine had been kept in total silence, unaware of
being observed, of being watched. The restraints had been cunningly chosen so
that while she had some restricted movement, she could not touch herself in any
way, her only contact with reality the pressure of her naked body against the
cold floor.
Ken opened the door of her cell quietly, even though her ears were plugged to
exclude all sound, and bent down to release her bonds. As he undid the clasps
he took care that his hands, his fingers, did not touch her naked flesh.
Standing back, looking at the hooded naked slim body lying in front of him, he
picked up a pair of leather gloves and pulled them on. Greta and Marie had
been insistent that under no circumstances was Elaine to feel the comfort, the
warmth, the stimulation, of another persons bare flesh. Not until they, and
only they, decided the time was ripe.
Carefully Ken grasped the naked shoulders and hoisted the now trembling female
to her feet. Placing a gloved hand in the middle of her back he gently
propelled her into the corridor where he carefully guided her arms into a long
cotton shift before he pulled a zip up the length of her slender back. A
muffled murmur escaped from the hood, a sound of what may, perhaps, have been
gratitude for allowing her some covering, some respite from the cold air that
had been her companion for those long hours.
Leaving her feet bare, Ken guided her along the corridor into the warmth of the
dungeon area.
'Ah, Ken, my favorite slave, here you are!' Greta reluctantly removed her
probing fingers from Karen's swollen, slippery labia and moved towards the
shivering Elaine. Looking at her, and then at the wondering Alix in her cage,
Greta smiled, and looking back at Wendy, queried, 'Are you ready for her to be
released?'
'Well, perhaps she should just stand at the bars, facing her new playmate
before we release her and let her see her surroundings.' Wendy smiled at her
husband. 'After all she is just sitting there and wondering. I always think
that anticipation of a slave to the unknown always adds so much to one's
pleasure!'
'Certainly! Oh, in that case, while we wait a while, Ken, go over and remove
slave Karen's gag!' Greta looked at Karen, seeing her eyes widen at the
thought of the relief.
Carefully, Ken unbuckled the strap behind Karen's head and gently extracted the
soaking leather from her mouth. Gratefully, Karen eased her jaw, working it
slowly back and forth, and then sideways, to ease the painfully cramped muscles
before she licked her lips and swallowed. 'Tha... thank you Mistress!' Karen
was hoarsely grateful. The relief was incredible and, for short moments, the
freedom was enough to take her mind off Agnes' still probing, teasing, pulling
fingers.
'It was nothing my dear, nothing!' Greta was dismissive. 'Ken, you can take
the wretched Andy back to his cell, I do believe he's cleaned up his
disgusting mess now. He can clean himself up, and relax, now that he's served
his purpose here.' Ken nodded and motioned Andy to his feet. 'And when you've
secured him, come back and wait for your instructions.' Ken looked briefly
towards the cage, the still shivering Elaine and the nervous Alix before he
guided Andy from the dungeon.
Greta walked towards the side of the dungeon, picked up a small and gleaming
metal contraption, and returned to her seat. Settling down she casually
resumed her fondling, her probing, of Karen's' sensitive labia. 'There you are
my dear, that's so much better for you. Now, all you have to do is stand there
and allow yourself to be used for our pleasure! You can manage that can't
you?'
'Yes Mistress, your pleasure is always my pleasure, always.' Karen was still
hoarse, her throat still quite dry, but nevertheless her enthusiasm was
unmistakable.
'There is just one small thing I should mention my dear!' Greta winked at
Agnes before she looked up at Karen. 'Whatever we do to you, you will allow us
without any complaint...'
'Of course Mistress!'
'...or any sound!' Greta continued, ignoring the interruption. 'Any sound,
any sound of pleasure or any sound of pain, and you'll wear this.' Karen held
up the metal contraption in front of Karen's face.
'Mistress?'
'You know what this is?' Greta waved it briefly in front of Karen's startled
face.
'No Mistress, I don't know what it is, I haven't seen anything like it before,
at least I don't think so.' Karen was confused and not a little worried.
Anything that Greta was brandishing like that was only likely to be used on
her, an without doubt uncomfortable for her to wear, that much, she knew, was
inevitable.
'Oh, my dear, it's nothing really. Only another little gag!' Greta smirked in
the gloom. 'Your friend Lisa is rather fond of it you know!'
'A g-gag, Mistress?'
'Of course, this is a special favorite of my friend here,' Greta looked at
Agnes, 'she rather likes the effect!'
'Yes, yes I do! Nothing like seeing a helpless slave gaping wide, desperate
for relief!' Agnes responded. 'I'm sure Karen will soon volunteer to please
me!' As she spoke she tweaked each swollen teat, and then gave them both a
vicious twist.
'Ouch!' Karen gasped involuntarily. 'Oh, I'm sorry Mistress, please forgive
me!'
'Don't worry', Agnes continued her relentless nipple torment, 'we haven't
started our little game yet. But never fear, you'll end up wearing it. Just
pretend you'll be at the dentist.'
'T-the dentist Mistress?'
'Of course, you stupid slut! Don't you recognise a simple dental gag when you
see one?' Agnes sneered. 'It may not close your mouth but it will certainly
hold it nice and open for us. You'll soon get to like it!'
'So, you understand? You'll stand with us and enjoy the proceedings, of
course. You may even wish you were taking part, who knows?' Greta continued
her conversation with the now apprehensive Karen. 'Mind you, I do think you'll
be a star attraction in the future, the near future, the very near future!'
'Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress.' Karen was both grateful for the praise
and apprehensive of the endless possibilities that would occur for her
humiliation, her pain and, eventually, her pleasure.
'So, just remember, not a sound, not sound of pain or pleasure, or you get to
wear this, and remember that my friend', Greta gestured at Agnes, ' would love
to work on you again. She enjoyed the use of your body so much the last time.'
'Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress, and thank you Mistress Agnes.' Karen was
duly grateful and showed the respect that was due to any Mistress. She steeled
herself for what would undoubtedly become an ordeal. Her only question was
whether or not it would be sooner rather than later.
Her thoughts were broken by the sound of Ken returning from the cells. 'Slave
Andy has been dealt with Mistress, washed, powdered and resting, as you
ordered.'
'Thank you slave Ken. You have my permission to use him as you please, once
you leave us here.'
'Oh....', Ken was surprised by this sudden generosity, 'thank you Mistress,
thank you. I think I could use his services, after all it has been some time
since I managed to.....'
'Yes, yes, yes, spare me the details, for now!' Greta spoke, her eyes
glittering, having a very good idea of exactly how Ken would make use of her
offer. 'Now, just open the cage, and place our new friend in there, before you
remove her hood and ear plugs. Then you may leave us and partake of your own
pleasures.'
'Thank you, my Mistress, thank you!' Ken was grateful for the offer and he
fully intended to take advantage, full advantage, of the special service that
Andy could, and would, willingly or otherwise, offer. His mind occupied with
thoughts of the pleasure to come, he opened the cage and pushed the thinly clad
Elaine into the middle. Making sure his gloved hands made minimum contact with
her he carefully undid the tight lacing that held her leather hood in position
and then removed the sound deadening ear plugs. Satisfied with his efforts he
silently withdrew from the cage and secured the door before he turned and left
the dungeon.
Feeling alone and exposed, with the comforting warmth of the leather hood
removed, Elaine slowly opened her eyes to get used to the light. With the ear
plugs removed she was aware, not of any real sound, but more of the sounds of
the silence.
Suddenly the silence was broken. 'Who, who are you? What are you doing here?'
Alix felt that she had to speak, her waiting time was, it seemed, over and
something, anything, was surely going to happen now.
Elaine frowned at he sudden voice. It had been a long time since she had heard
any sound and at first the noise was almost painful. She opened her eyes fully
and looked around, seeing, for the first time that she was in what appeared to
be a brightly lit open cell, a cage with barred walls on all four sides. What
was outside she could not see in the surrounding gloom. She focused her gaze
on the source of the voice.
Sitting nervously on the cot like bed she saw a young, slim girl, dressed in a
plain button through dress, her ankles demurely crossed and her ands behind her
back.
'Who are you?' Elaine found her voice. 'What are you doing here?'
'I think that I am here for you, but I'm... I'm not sure. My Mistress just
told me to sit and wait.' Alix was still wary, but, knowing that she was being
watched through the surrounding darkness she was careful to react in a proper
manner.
Elaine moved forward uncertainly and held her hand out.
'I can't, I can't...' Alix was near to tears, as she turned sideways on the
bed to display her cuffed wrists.
'Oh, oh my dear, you must be so uncomfortable', Elaine moved forward and sat
besides her, putting her arm around her shoulder.
As Alix felt the arm around her she shuddered and moved towards Elaine, who, in
turn held her even closer. Savoring the softness, the warmth of Alix' body,
she slowly put her other arm around her and hugged her closer, nuzzling into
the soft neck. As she did so she felt her familiar urges, the familiar desire
for the softness of a female body. A female body that could not respond, that
was restrained, helpless and vulnerable.
Desperate for the company of another human being, and particularly sensitive to
the touch of bare warm flesh after her long hours of deprivation, Elaine slowly
ran her hand down Alix' bare arm until she touched the cool steel of the
handcuffs.
'My dear, why are you cuffed? What have you done?'
'I don't know. all I do know is that my Mistress told me that I was being
prepared, that I was here to entertain another guest. I suppose that must be
you?' Alix responded her voice quavering with emotion.
'Err, yes, I suppose you could say that.' Elaine responded carefully as she
savored the feeling of the warm body close to her. As she held her, she again
felt some of her old urges begin to surge, the feeling of power over a
vulnerable female, the feeling of absolute domination as she held and abused a
totally helpless female. Abused. Especially abused. She liked that, she
liked that very much indeed. It seemed so long ago that she had been able to
indulge her secret dark pleasures without any risk of retribution, but, since
she had been employed, (although 'adopted' might be a better word, she
thought), by Mike and Wendy her opportunities for such personal indulgence had
been severely limited. Certainly she had had a fair share of female pleasures,
and a fair share of bondage games when her owners were in the right mood. She
had even had some opportunity for the special pleasures that only a man could
offer, although, given the choice she much preferred her original pleasures.
Original pleasures that she had not enjoyed for long months. Original
pleasures that she felt an uncontrollable urge to enjoy once more.
Gently squeezing the trembling body through the thin cotton dress she
considered her position. She was aware that she was going to be watched,
inspected and perhaps tormented in some way, but she also weighed up the time,
an indefinite time it seemed, when she had been held, lightly bound and naked,
in total isolation. Perhaps that was her punishment and this, this vulnerable
female, was her reward.
Still pondering the risk, she began to stroke the slim shoulders and felt Alix
begin to respond in a familiar way. She was unaware of Alix' preferences but
judging by her present reaction, she was likely to be unfamiliar with the true
pleasures that another woman could give. At last! Elaine made her decision.
She would let her pent up emotions loose and if she offended any of the people
watching, or, perhaps, more importantly, her employers, her owners, she would
take the consequences.
Gently, slowly, so very slowly, she lifted her hand and cupped a small pert
breast, noting with satisfaction, the sharp intake of breath as Alix registered
the approach, the intimate approach, of another female.
End of Part 38
(c) 2002 Cathy P
If you enjoyed this story then feel free to make, and keep, a copy. If you
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