Chapter XIII: A Happy Morning
Karen awoke in the morning, serenaded by the soft mewling of the hog-tied and
freshly pierced little trollop she had acquired the night before. It was a
beautiful sound, Karen thought, so she lay still for a while, appreciating the
moment as the young girl struggled to work her way out of the drug induced fog
she had been resting comfortably in. Karen smiled. The little thing had no
idea...
Megan felt like she was surrounded by a huge bale of cotton. Except for her
throbbing head and some faint, disturbing memories, she might not have been
ready to wake up. Something was wrong...different. She hurt all over, not just
the headache. The pain was dull and faint, like everything seemed to be. Her
shoulders hurt. She tried to move, but couldn't for some reason. She whimpered
a little. Her nipples hurt, and her nose, and...her throat was dry. She didn't
want to open her eyes, but something was wrong...there was something metallic in
her mouth. It was...in her tongue? She tried to reach it, but her hands
were...tied or something. Her feet were cramped. She heard a voice.
Karen crouched over the little thing, looking into her face. "candi? candi?
Are you awake?"
Megan slowly focused her attention on the voice. With some effort, she managed
to open her eyes but couldn't see anything. She realized she was blindfolded.
Something was in her mouth...she was gagged, too! Someone was untying the gag,
pulling it off. Megan croaked, then whimpered a bit more loudly. "Where am
I?", she asked.
"You're in Florida, candi.", Karen answered as though she cared about the thing.
"My name isn't...Candy.", Megan rasped.
"Sure it is. I've chosen that for your name. You're candi now, with a small
"c" and an "I". It's the perfect name for you."
Megan was challenged enough without this confusing mind game. She was not at
all happy with anything she felt or heard. What she was hearing was just too
bizarre. "Wh...what is, like, going on? Let me loose!" She struggled weakly
against her bonds, until the effort caused her head to throb and she thought
better of it.
"What's going on? You're waking up from a nice sleep on my floor, candi!"
Megan just couldn't comprehend. "But...what, where am I?"
"Hellloooo! You're in Florida, on my floor."
"Who are you?"
"Me? Oh. I'm your new owner. You may call me Mistress, although you really
won't have much occasion to speak at all before too long." Karen looked the
piercings over for any signs of inordinate swelling. They all looked great.
Megan struggled again.
"There's no need for wasted effort, candi. You'll never be free again.", Karen
said lightheartedly.
Megan went limp, then began to breath more heavily. This couldn't be real. It
was just a dream. She couldn't move her legs. God, how her feet hurt! "You
fucking bitch! Let me loose!"
Karen laughed at the stupidity of the insolence. A few hours of sorting things
out would do the tasty little cunt some good. Karen stood and made her way to
the master bathroom to get ready for what was sure to be a very busy day.
Carol awoke to someone...Miss Karen, rapping on her head. The hood had been
left on her for the night and she remained unable to see, hear, or speak. The
previous evening she had been so very grateful to have been used for Miss
Karen's pleasure. She wasn't sure exactly what had happened, but she had been
treated fairly gently after suffering through a period of...having her face,
well, whatever.
Miss Karen had freed her from her bonds and removed the dildo and plug that had
stuffed her for who knew how long. She still felt empty. Carol had been so
grateful for the chance to rest on top of the table for a while, allowing her
joints to recover. She had then been led out onto the lawn and allowed to pee
before being taken to the garage and guided into the cage. Now, she was being
guided out of it. Her knees were especially stiff this morning. Miss Karen
helped her to her feet and took hold of her left wrist to guide her through the
house to the back yard. Somehow that simple thing, being led by the wrist,
caused Carol's nipples to harden and her pussy to begin to glow.
She was placed on all fours in the lawn while Miss Karen untied the laces at the
back of the hood and eventually peeled it off. Carol's jaw had frozen in
position around the penis gag, so it took some tugging to get it out. The light
was a shock to her eyes, but feeling fresh air over her face after such a long
period of confinement in the hood was a genuine relief. She felt as though she
was starving, and she was parches as well. Neither of those concerns would
override her deep and abiding desire to serve and satisfy Miss Karen, however.
Her new understanding had produced an eagerness to react to instructions rather
than to dread them.
Karen looked down on the slut, and was very pleased when she rose into a
kneeling variation of the "present" position. The whipping and it's aftermath
had apparently done the slut some good. "Good morning, slut."
Carol was still trying to get her jaw to loosen up. It was working, but felt
like a million needles were pricking it as the muscles controlling it came back
to life. "GuuutmunnnunMisstess.", she answered, drooling.
"This morning you'll demonstrate for me how well you paid attention yesterday
morning. You'll gather everything you need from the house and will prepare
yourself today as I prepared you yesterday. Do you understand?"
"YeshMissstess. Zisssslutunnnertans."
"Begin.", Karen answered as she strolled toward the house to get a pot of coffee
brewing. She spent the next hour sipping coffee, watching one of the morning
news shows, and checking on the slut in the back yard. She really seemed to be
taking the tasks on with enthusiasm. Well, maybe with energy. When she
finished, she presented herself to Karen just outside the sliding glass door.
Karen opened it and told her to enter, then directed her to climb up on the
dining room table.
Karen had the slut get on all fours in the middle of the table so that she could
inspect her. She walked around the table slowly, admiring how the slut's
breasts presented themselves in this position. They dangled nicely and swayed
seductively with the slightest movement. She lightly slapped her tits and
admired how they reacted. Karen had watched the slut dutifully cleanse herself
inside and out, and could see from the slight distension of ther belly that she
had taken the quart of ice water Karen required each morning.
Carol was fearful of another whipping at first, but calmed down when Miss Karen
carefully positioned her so that she was resting on her elbows and lower back
with her head thrown back and her knees spread widely. She was to keep her feet
in as close to her ass as possible, and to remain completely still while Miss
Karen ate her breakfast.
Karen sat at the end of the table facing the slut's lewdly displayed pussy,
eating a bowl of cereal and half of a grapefruit. She had brought over the
cordless phone, placing it beside her on the table. What a lovely sight to eat
breakfast to. Much better than a sunset or ocean view. She looked at her
watch. It was 8:15 a.m. Pushing the phone up to within reach of the slut's
hand, she said, "Call the school and tell them you're still sick."
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered respectfully. She needed to prop herself up
on one elbow to call. "May this slut please adjust her position, Miss Karen?",
she asked.
That was a nice sign, Karen though. "Yes, slut.", she answered as a rather
cruel idea popped into her mind.
The school's number was programmed into the speed dialer. Mary answered, in the
administrative office. As soon as Carol began to speak, Miss Karen reached
forward and began lightly tapping the back of her cold spoon against
Carol's..."cunt".
Mary glanced furtively back and forth across the administrative lobby as though
she wasn't already aware that it was empty. "What happened to you yesterday,
girl?", she whispered confidentially. She had told at least a half dozen people
all that she had seen in the ladies restroom before the school day had ended.
By noon today it would be general knowledge that one of the more attractive and
well liked teachers in the school had been seen pissing all over herself, naked,
with something in her ass.
Hearing Mary's voice brought back all the shame and embarassment of the day
before. Feeling Miss Karen tap her spoon against her clit was bringing back all
of the horniness. "Oh, I, ah..." Tap. Carol inhaled deeply. "I was, ah..."
Tap. Mmm. She tried not to look at Mistress but was too weak to avoid it.
Those beautiful eyes were staring back at her. It was a challenge. A test.
Could she follow her instructions despite whatever distractions were presented?
Tap. "I'm very sick, Mary. But, I've got..." Tap. "I've got medicine now
so..." Tap. Ooohhh that one touched her clit. "...I should be better soon
but..." Tap. "I'm not going to be..." Tap. "Ahhh! I can't work today." Tap.
She was wet now, and hot. "So...I'll let you know..." Tap. "Uhhh...tomorrow if
I'll be in okay?" Tap.
The line went dead. That was strange. Not at all like Carol, all talkative and
friendly like she was. What was going on with that girl? Mary couldn't wait
until Principal Parker arrived so that she could tell him.
Carefully placing the phone back in the exact position from which she had taken
it on the table, Carol breathlessly asked, "May this slut...resume her
previous...position...Miss Karen?"
Karen was focused on the slut's cunt. She continued tapping with the spoon,
slightly increasing the force with which it struck. The slut was quick to
become wet, and her clit was substantial enough to peek at Karen almost as soon
as she had invited it to play. Keeping them stuffed and bound for a few hours
always got their attention, but it was the whipping that Karen knew had really
brought on the improved attentiveness. The angry welts that had been so well
placed the previous evening had faded almost to invisibility. Karen thought
they'd be gone by noon, but you never quite knew.
She wondered if or when the slut would give up the fact that she had a little
sister in the area. Karen had no intention of ruining what could be some
wonderful fun by mentioning that the slut's little sister was a fine tasting
lesbian slave. She would be using the slut to buy time and create a cover for
the sister's disappearing act. It was a fun game, this off-time world she had
created. Stimulating both mentally and sexually, and it really did provide for
better performance on the job.
The slut was squeeling just a little every time her little red bud was struck by
the spoon. Her breathing had become heavy while she was still on the phone.
Karen felt herself growing warm as well, but the day was to be a long and
interesting one, and there would be plenty of titillation in it for her. The
slut was doing an admirable job of remaining perfectly still as instructed. She
was even showing a bit of advanced thinking in not repeating her question as
though Karen hadn't heard it. A question asked by such as her need not be
answered. She was lucky she had the freedom to speak at all. Little sister
would find it a rare privilege.
Carol was exceptionally aroused by the now repeated slapping of the back of the
spoon against her clit. Each time it hit she thought she might cum, but the
timing and the pressure were just not enough to bring her over the top. Miss
Karen was playing her body as though it were an instrument. Carol knew she was
both the beneficiary of the pleasure she was feeling but also the victim of what
she could expect to be an unrewarding outcome. She had taught herself while
bound to the table that it needed to be about Miss Karen. Totally. Carol knew
she had to put her own wants and desires completely away in order to fully
satisfy her Mistress. That was a nice concept when she was tied and stuffed,
she thought. It was a bit more difficult to rely on when you were splayed out
on a table, having your cunt slapped with a spoon.
Just as spontaneously as Karen had started toying with the slut's cunt, she
stopped. Holding the spoon up toward the slut's face, she simply ordered,
"Lick."
Carol started to close her mouth over the spoon, then remembered she needed to
pay closer attention to the specific instructions. "Lick" meant "Lick". So,
she quickly dragged her tongue over the length of the spoon as Miss Karen held
it for her, until all of her juices were cleaned from it. She was disappointed
to see Miss Karen put the spoon in the sink and get a clean one out. Did she
disgust Miss Karen?
As Karen was returning to her seat, she decided to let the slut have some
breakfast. "I believe there is a nice cucumber in the fridge, slut. Get it and
return to your position." The slut didn't hesitate and responded
enthusiastically, as well she should. It had been thirty six hours or more
since anything had gone into her stomach other than water and sperm.
Carol was back up on the table in a flash, putting herself in exactly the same
position Miss Karen had wanted her in before she called the school. She waited
calmly, wondering how she could have lost every trace of modesty she ever had in
such a short period of time. She looked up at the ceiling thinking how repelled
she would have been just two days prior at the thought of being a nude
centerpiece for a...well, another woman.
Karen finished the cereal and started eating the grapefruit. "Get that cucumber
in your cunt, slut.", she ordered after a few minutes.
Oh, God! Carol knew this feeling...of being trapped. She could never...she had
done some really bad things for this woman, but...could she? Her breath escaped
her as though a great weight had settled on her chest. At the same time, her
nipples betrayed her by standing straight out as proudly as a palace guard.
"Yes, Miss Karen.", she replied evenly, as though it was no big deal. She would
be fine. It was a large cucumber though...not as long as, well. It was very
big around, but...
She moved the cucumber down between her legs, tentatively placing the smallest
end of it up against her lips. It was so cold. This was so...wrong and...so
bizarre. She stole a glance at Miss Karen and realized she wasn't even
watching. The grapefruit meant more to her at the moment than what she was
doing to Carol. It would be okay. It was always okay. She didn't have a
choice, so why not just...do it?
Carol applied a bit of pressure and found her pussy well stretched from the
hours of being stuffed the night before. Her lips parted easily to accommodate
the thing. Although it was quite large and did challenger her...cunt...(she was
finding it easier to think of that part of her as Miss Karen wanted now)...she
was able to inch it ever deeper until all but a little nub was inside her. The
thing was soooo cold, but it was warming up. She was, too. It felt wickedly
delicious to be so filled again. Miss Karen always knew best.
Karen spent a few minutes finishing the grapefruit before pushing her chair back
and standing. She carried the bowls and spoon over to the sink. "Lay flat on
your back with your arms resting at your sides and your legs together. If that
thing comes out before I want it to you'll have nothing to eat today." She
left and went into the garage. All was proceeding as might be expected. Slut
thought she had it all figured out and that if only she were accomodating enough
she would have it easier. That was proper and expected at this stage, but far
from the reality. A slave's life should never be free of challenges, at least
those that had some purpose other than simple labor.
Carol had replied as was expected before following the instruction. She was
clamping down with all the strength she could muster in keeping the cucumber
inside her. She was in no way resting as every muscle in her body was rigid as
she concentrated on the task. She was so hungry, and so horny. She just wanted
to please Miss Karen and to not be...whipped again.
As Karen sipped coffee and kicked around the slut's pile of clothes, she tallied
up the list of things that needed to be done that day. Slut hadn't finished
cutting the grass yesterday. That would need to be corrected. All of the
supplies from her morning preparations needed to be put up. The garage was a
mess and needed organized. Karen needed to have the moving company deliver her
"stuff" - the balance of a lifetime collection of bondage furniture and
accoutrements. The slut's house needed cleaning. She smiled to herself. There
needed to be time for shopping or a trip to the beach as well. What good was it
to be free from work for the summer without shopping or going to the beach?
As for slut herself, Karen wanted to get her exercising today...perhaps a nice
long run? She also wanted her hair dyed and cut today. She'd look much better
as a glimmering blonde. It would go well with her average brain.
With her foot, Karen kicked aside a gray atheletic bra and matching bike shorts.
Moisture was highly visible on gray cotton. The slut's nipples would show
nicely through the bra top.
She spent a while kicking through the slut's shoes before returning to the
dining room.
"Get up now and go to the back deck. Take that thing out and enjoy it as your
breakfast. You'll place it on the deck and kneel with your hands behind your
back and eat it using only your mouth. Do you understand?"
Carol's first thought on hearing the instruction was not one of blissful
servitude to her Mistress. She had been well tormented already this morning.
After having her pussy, or cunt, tapped incessantly with a spoon until she was
on the verge of ecstasy she had been made to force a cucumber into herself and
hold it there. While certainly preferable to the public humiliations she had
suffered, this was not going to be a day full of pleasantries. "Yes, Miss
Karen.", she answered while rising dutifully from atop the table.
Karen followed as the slut waddled quickly toward the back of the house. She
pressed a hand against her pussy to keep the thing from popping out. Karen was
satisfied to see she was getting through again. Slut's face was crimson when
she got into position on the back deck and gave birth to the slick, now warm
cucumber. The expression of distates on her face as she placed the thing on the
deck and knelt over it was a delight, although it would be unacceptable in, oh,
two or three weeks. Regardless, the slut was getting her nourishment for the
day. There were pounds to be lost.
The last few bites of cucumber were encrusted with dirt that had stuck to it
while she tried to eat it without the use of her hands. She had tasted herself
before, but somehow the idea of eating a cucumber that had been inside her was
respulsitve. Fear of a whipping as well as a yearning hunger overcame her
resistance, though. She felt better when it was over. At least she had eaten
something.
Miss Karen ordered her to clean up all of the supplies in the back yard, then to
find her in the house for additional duties. Karen scurried naked around the
back yard, trying to minimize the number of trips she had to make through the
house to return items to the garage. It was going to be another exceptionally
hot day. There was no breeze and it was very humid. By the time she had
finished the current task, she had to pee. She searched out and found Miss
Karen reading a magazine in the living room. She assumed her proper position
to wait for further instructions.
"What's your cup size, slut?", Karen asked while turning a page.
"Uh. This slut is a C cup, Miss Karen.", Carol answered.
"Thirty-six?"
"Yes, Miss Karen."
Carol stole a few glances at Miss Karen to measure her mood. She seemed happy,
but was almost impossible to read. She looked great in her jeans and the cotton
sleeveless t-shirt she wore. She was carefully skimming through the magazine.
It looked like Woman's Day.
"Have you ever had those tits whipped, slut?"
It was almost as though she were asking if Carol preferred cherry pie or apple.
The fear factor rose instantly in Carol. "Um...No, Miss Karen."
"Did you enjoy your breakfast?"
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol thought for a moment, then added, "Thank you, ma'am."
It brought a slight smile to Miss Karen's lips. Carol like to see her smile.
"Have you ever had sex with a woman, slut?"
Carol's fear began to ease...there was hope this could lead to...something.
"Um, No, Miss Karen."
"Have you ever kissed a woman?"
"Yes, Miss Karen."
Carol watched her Mistress turn a page, intently searching the new pages for
anything of interest. She seemed genuinely bored. But, how could she be?
Carol's nipples were hard and her...cunt...was beginning to overflow to her
upper thighs.
"When?"
"In college, Miss Karen.", Carol answered.
"When?"
Carol was angry with herself for not thinking as she should. "In, nineteen
ninety eight, Miss Karen."
Karen began reading a cooking article about regional cuisine in the Outer Banks
of North Carolina. It was interesting, so she completed it.
Time seemed to stand completely still for Carol. Her cunt was continually
reminding her that it was neglected by oozing more and more wetness out over her
thighs. Oh, how she wished she could just...
"Who did you kiss?", Karen asked after five minutes of reading.
"A girl at a party, Miss Karen."
"Who did you kiss?"
Carol was feeling very stupid for continuing to fail to answer the questions
accurately. She desperately hoped she would not be punished. She was trying,
after all!
"I...sorry. This slut never knew her name, Miss Karen."
"A stranger at a party then?", Karen asked without looking up.
"Yes, Miss Karen."
"Tell me about it, quickly.", Karen turned a page. She wasn't at all happy that
time was passing and nothing was getting done, but for the moment she was
enjoying this line of questioning, mainly because it would expose what the slut
was willing to reveal about something very personal. A simple measure, well
worth the time.
"Um, this slut was at a house party. I had to pee so I went. Um, I had to pee
so this slut. Sorry!", Carol was becoming flustered at the frequency of her
mistakes. "This slut had to pee so this slut went into the bathroom. There was
a girl there, snorting coke. She pushed me...she pushed this slut against the
wall and kissed...this slut. Miss Karen."
"Did it make your cunt wet?"
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol replied honestly.
Karen closed the magazine and tossed it onto an end table. "Very nice.", she
said. "Go to your special room and dye your hair now. Come see me when you
have it applied and are waiting for it to take."
Carol remembered the pared down guest bathroom without anything left in it but
the platinum blonde dye she had been made to purchase. "Yes, Miss Karen.", she
answered as she moved quickly toward the room. Blonde hair? It wasn't a big
surprise...it had been purchased for a reason, Carol knew. She just hadn't
prepared herself for...the thought of being a blonde.
Early morning hours were slow to pass, Karen thought. Soon enough she'd be
sleeping in, and all of this work would be paying it's dividends. She stood and
stretched, then wandered through the house surveying what she would keep and
what would be discarded. The slut or her husband had average tastes. There was
little in the home of real value. Some run of the mill figurine collections and
the like. They always moved quickly in yard sales.
The slut found her quickly enough, getting into position at a respectable
distance. The plastic cap on her head in conjunction with the distressed look
on her face were humorous. It was a distressing thing for a woman to have her
hair taken away from her. The slut was fortunate that she was only undergoing a
hair coloring rather than a shearing like her little sister.
The hair color change would support an assumption of some sort of personality
issue or other significant personal change in the slut's life that would be
helpful later if Karen did choose to take her permanently. Everything leaned
that way, but the addition of the sister definitely increased the risk. Having
multiple contingencies was always a key, so continuing to support an eventual
conscious decision for a major life change in the slut's future could be quite
useful.
"While the color sets, you need to finish cutting the grass, slut. I hope you
don't take too long and ruin your hair. Go put on the bike shorts and top I set
aside in the garage, and do it."
"Yes, Miss Karen." Carol moved quickly. She knew about how much grass was left
to be cut, and that wasn't a problem. The issue was whether the mower would
start easily.
Carol found the clothing items in the garage and pulled them on quickly. The
little gray shorts and bra top were a real improvement over the practically
transparent bikini she had to wear the day before. She started to pull on a
pair of shoes then thought better of it. They hadn't been specifically
mentioned.
The mower started with little difficulty, but Carol became very self conscious
when she noticed some of the neighbors looking out at her through parted drapes.
It was too early to be cutting grass in that neighborhood, but what had aroused
their curiosity was that she was home when she should have been working, and was
wearing such skimpy clothes to cut the grass. Carol was known as a
conservative, friendly, good neighbor. She knew they were likely wondering
about the plastic bag on her head, too. It was better to be cutting the grass
in the middle of the day when nobody was home than now. She hoped nobody would
decide to come over for a chat. That wouldn't be good.
She also thought about Megan and worried that she would have to tell Miss Karen
about her. She had no idea when she would be back from Orlando, but worried
what would happen if she came back at the wrong time. There was no right time,
Carol thought. This was nonstop...not like she got evenings off from
this...whatever. She looked down at ther thighs to see if the welts were still
visible. That had hurt worse than anything in her life, that...whipping. She
remembered Miss Karen's earlier question about if her tits had ever been
whipped. Would Miss Karen expect her to tell about Megan? Yes. So, she would
have to tell her. How and when became foremost in Carol's mind as she finished
the last strip of lawn and put the mower away in the garage.
When Carol presented herself to Miss Karen she was ordered to go complete the
hair color change and to return to her. She quickly completed washing out the
remaining residue but could not comb her hair out as no comb or brush was left
in the small bathroom by Miss Karen. So, she ran her fingers through it even as
it kinked up into a knotted mess. It was blonde, very blonde. It had an effect
on Carol that she couldn't have expected. Looking in the mirror to see a
stranger looking back had an effect on her body. Like so many other
circumstances that were arousing her sexual cravings with so much frequency,
this was to be no exception. She felt her pussy beginning to throb and could
watch as her nipples pressed outward against the thin fabric of the worn bra
top. Better get out of here before I'm tempted, Carol thought. She returned to
the presence of Miss Karen and assumed her proper position.
Karen was very pleased with the hair color. It was bimbo blonde - a shade that
no one would ever believe was natural. Perfect for the slut. It would
compliment her implants, when they could be done. Karen noticed the slut was
beginning to darken up the shorts where her cunt was beginning to leak. She did
have a slut's appetite for sex and Karen knew all too well how to help expose it
until it was laid bare for all to see.
"Time for your morning run, slut. Go put on a pair of running shoes. No
socks.", Karen went on to explain the route the slut was to take, which was a
very public one of about four miles. She then told her that when she completed
the run, to assume her position on Karen's front porch, facing the door.
What alarmed Carol was the time limit Miss Karen placed on her. If she was a
runner as she claimed to be, Miss Karen said, she would have no problem being in
that same spot thirty-three minutes from now. Miss Karen had looked at her
watch and simply said, "Go."
Carol had wanted to say something about how she always doubled up her bra tops
because her breasts were too large for just one. Two would keep them in place
so that she could enjoy the run without putting on some sort of obscene display.
But, she hadn't been given an opportunity to speak and was never sure if or when
she would be. To avoid another whipping...especially a tit whipping...she
hurried to the garage and put her shoes on. Four miles? In this heat? With
this old bra top? Carol knew she had to do it. She stretched quickly and made
her way to the bottom of the driveway before starting off at a steady but
quicker than normal pace. Right away she knew she was going to have problems
because her breasts, or "tits", as she was to refer to them, began to bounce
wildly with each stride. She tried running with her upper arms pressed in
toward her body to control them, but that didn't work. She placed her hands
over them to press them down as she ran, but could only manage it at the cost of
her speed and when it didn't seem like anyone would see her. Her nipples had
extended to their full length from friction against the top, and even as she ran
she felt her cunt growing ever hotter. It was a new feeling to be running with
a shaved cunt and no panties...not at all a bad one if she were on a treadmill
at home. This was going to be horrible, she thought as a smile formed on her
lips and she picked up the pace a bit.
Karen returned home to prepare for a little fun. As soon as she entered she
heard the little lesbian teenager moaning in the hallway outside her bedroom.
She had probably come completely out of her drugged stupor and was simply
whimpering over the fresh holes in her body. They were all so weak.
The thing had managed to move a few feet toward the back of the house. Not an
easy task when hogtied as strictly as Karen had bound this one. She was a
lively one. Quite alert, as well. Her bald little head snapped quickly up when
Karen spoke.
"Fuck you!", Megan snapped.
"Now, now, candi. No need to..."
"Fuck you! Let me go!", Megan screamed. She was terrified.
Karen stepped into her bedroom to retrieve her smaller dog whip and to get the
toolbox. She placed the box beside candi, ensuring that it would be in full
view, then removed the girl's blindfold.
Megan squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light. She looked up to see...the
lady looked familiar...but her memory was so disjointed. She remembered being
kissed alongside the highway. She was pretty. She drove a black jag. She was
holding something, slapping it against her leg. It was...a whip?
Karen waited until her little trollop's eyes bulged in recognition of her little
friend the dogwhip. "It makes me wet to think of whipping those little titties
of yours, candi.", Karen said casually. No response. "Are you going to make
things as difficult as possible or are we going to get along?"
"What did you do to me?", Megan asked before breaking down into heaving sobs.
"Umm. Duh!?", Karen said mockingly. "I captured you. I ate you. I shaved
you. I pierced you. And...Oh, yes, I hogtied you. I think that about covers
it."
"But, why? Why why why?", Megan cried. "Oh! God! My feet hurt soooo much!"
For all the butch bravado of the afternoon before, this one wasn't showing much
now, Karen thought. She bent down and quickly rolled candi over onto her face,
causing the girl to scream as the fresh piercings came into contact with the
carpet. Karen quickly untied the bindings that had secured her ankles to her
feet, leaving her wrists bound behind her back and her ankles tied together but
allowing her access to that little, squirming ass. She raised the dogwhip high
over her head and struck with furious intent over both cheeks and the back of
the legs twenty times. More than enough to provide for an improved atmosphere
of cooperation.
She rolled candi over and pulled out a small brass padlock and a pair of
forceps. As candi cried, she took advantage of the open mouth and closed eyes
to reach in with the forceps and pull that little tongue out and up. Slipping
the open padlock through the rings in the tip of the girl's tongue and through
her nose was a bit difficult since the tongue was so short, but with some extra
effort she managed to secure it. This was her preferred method of gagging. It
didn't stop noisemaking, but talking was a bit difficult for them when their
tongues were locked to their noses. Especially when the piercings were fresh.
The girl squeeled like a little pig, but that was to be expected.
Karen dragged candi the short distance down the hall and into her guest bedroom.
The queen bed there hadn't been made up, but Karen lifted the girl onto the bare
mattress and tied her spread eagled, face up. The whimpering had lessened a bit
and the girl's eyes were communicating fear rather than hatred now. Karen
showed her the whip again. "What would twenty feel like across the front,
candi?"
Megan shook her head vigorously. Anything but that. Anything. She pled with
her eyes, hoping for mercy.
"How about we make a deal? How about you lay here and rest quietly for a while.
If you're good, you'll get your cunt licked. If you whimper, squeel, or
otherwise act up I'll give you a real thrashing and you'll spend the rest of the
day with a broomstick up your ass?"
Megan shook her head, saying "no" with her eyes. No thrashing. No broomstick.
She would be good. She looked up at the ceiling, willing herself to calm down
and be quiet.
The lady put the whip on her stomach and walked out of the room. Megan sighed,
feeling as though she had dodged a major bullet. Now she hurt
everywhere...nose, tongue nipples, navel, pussy, her ass and the back of her
legs, and her feet. How did this happen? She asked herself a dozen questions
to which there was no answer. All she could do was wait, quietly.
Karen took advantage of the spare time to give the moving company a haul. Candi
would look great on her wooden pony, or maybe suspended upside down on her
pivoting frame.
Carol rounded the corner for the last half mile to Miss Karen's house. She had
no idea if she was going to make it in time or not, so ran as fast as her body
would carry her over the final distance. It had been terrible. She had first
noticed a dark spot of dampness spreading over her cunt and down her thighs
after only five minutes of running. That, along with the fact that she had to
hold her tits down while she ran, attracted so much attention that men were
honking at her and traffic had even slowed at a couple of locations. The last
mile of the run was very uncomforatble after she realized that she had to pee.
When she finally stopped at the end of Miss Karen's driveway she thought her
legs might give out. She walked up to the small entry area and assumed her
position facing the door as instructed. It was a struggle to catch her breath,
but the anxiety of standing with her legs spread and hands behind her neck in
full view of the neighbors was truly distressing.
Karen hadn't bothered to measure the slut's time. The slut didn't know if she
had made it, and that was all Karen needed or wanted. She let the slut stand on
the porch for a good five minutes before opening the door a crack.
"Three choices.", Karen began.
Oh, God, Carol thought. She didn't like Miss Karen's choice game.
"One hundred jumping jacks facing the street at the end of your driveway."
Carol knew that would completely expose her breasts as they flopped out of the
old, thin bra top she was wearing. The neighbors would probably call a psych
ward somewhere and have her taken away. She couldn't do that.
"A nice tit whipping."
No. Absolutely not, Carol thought. No way.
"Or, you spend the morning learning how to properly lick a cunt."
Karen could see the slut's eyes light up. Maybe she wasn't such a cock whore
afterall.
"Am I to guess you would choose the last option?", Karen asked.
"Yes Mistress. Please!" Carol answered enthusiastically.
"Do you understand that if you fail to please me in any way, I will whip your
tits as punishment?"
"Yes, Miss Karen." Carol's enthusiasm was now tempered with genuine fear and
determination to satisfy her...her...owner.
Karen opened the door to allow the slut to enter, but had her stop and strip in
the entry. She kicked the slut's nasty shorts, top, and shoes out onto the
small porch before pushing the door closed. There was no sense in having them
stink up the house.
Carol wondered if the feelings that washed over her when she was near Miss Karen
would ever become familiar. Her nipples always hardened and her cunt inevitably
flowed freely each time she was under close supervision. Now, naked and exposed
in the position she was expected to assume in such circumstances, she had the
added enticement of the thought of satisfying Miss Karen sexually for the first
time.
Karen handcuffed the slut and tied short lengths of rope around her ankles
before blindfolding her and guiding her into the bedroom where candi lay.
Megan had heard some talking but couldn't makeit out from her location. She was
fearful of everything, but most of all of being whipped again. When she looked
down over her body at the doorway and saw the lady leading someone...who?
Carol! Even with the blindfold on and her hair dyed blonde Megan could easily
identify her sister by those nipples. Oh my God!, Megan thought. She shook her
head quickly from side to side, silently pleading with the wicked lady. She got
a disaffected smile and a wave of the hand in reply. She glanced down at the
dog whip she had placed on Megan's stomach and quickly back into Megan's eyes,
communicating a threat that meant business.
Karen positioned the slut at the end of the bed and kicked her her legs out as
widely as she could before securing her ankles at each corner. Next she took
hold of her hair and slowly guided her forward and down until her torso rested
on the bottom portion of the bed, between candi's widely splayed legs. Karen
held the slut's head up by the hair so that she would not come into contact with
the sweet cunt until it was time to allow her.
"You have not shown yourself to be worthy of satisfying me yet, slut. But, I
have arranged for you to learn how to eat cunt by supplying you with one of the
sweetest I have ever tasted to practice on. I will supervise you very closely.
You'll be licking candi's cunt. Say hello, candi." Karen glared at the little
bitch.
"Uhhhnnn. Uhhhnnn."
"Candi happens to be speechless at the moment slut. Say hello to candi."
"Hello...candi.", Carol said in compliance, her voice quavering. This was not
what she expected, but she told herself, yet again, that it wasn't about her.
She knew she should not have expectations. She smelled candi's cunt and felt
her own begin to throb in anticipation.
"Your objective is to torment this poor slave for the next two hours without
allowing an orgasm. My little whip is on her stomach. If she cums or if you
cum, or I hear a word exchanged between the two of you, you'll be whipped
severely. If you perform this task well, you'll be rewarded. Do you
understand?" Karen shook her by the hair for effect.
"Yes, Miss Karen.", Carol answered breathlessly.
"Good, now extend your tongue it's full length..."
