The Adventures of Karen - Part 43 - Greta Makes Plans
Savoring the warmth, the caressing warmth, of the hot shower, Greta took her
time rubbing the scented soap over her voluptuous curves. Her curves. Her
body. Her breasts. Her heavy tits. Her pu.., no her cunt! Savored the soft
sweet pleasures as her long slender fingers probed her fleshy creases, her
still tender clitoris. A clitoris tender from the vigorous pounding that Karl
had given it as he had fucked her, more tender still following her gentle
masturbation as she stood in the hot shower. Her thoughts ran wild as she
imagined how she would make use of Agnes' new slave, how she would use him to
pleasure her when the time was ripe. How she would bind him helplessly so that
he was exposed, exposed and vulnerable to her wiles before she finally mounted
his massive erection.
Reluctantly turning the shower off she stepped out on to the cool tiled floor.
As she rubbed her glowing body with the soft towel, as she dried herself
carefully under and around the heavy, pendulous breasts, dried herself between
her thighs, she forced the thoughts from her head. Today was the day when she
had to make serious plans with Agnes. Plans for their mutual pleasure, plans
to use Karen and Andy. Perhaps, she thought, there might be an opportunity to
make some plans to finally remind Karl of his exact position in this house,
plans she might well share with Agnes.
Greta was aware that, although Agnes had a good relationship with Ron, her
husband of some twenty years, she had had a brief relationship with Karl which
had broken up, not through any resentment or opposition from Greta or Ron, but
rather from the increasingly unpleasant attitude that Karl had developed in his
relationship. Yes! Agnes would be a good ally in the process of putting Karl
firmly in his place. After all she had herself been at the receiving end of
several of his ill-tempered outbursts.
Dressing casually in a soft top and dark skirt, without the encumbrance of any
underwear, Greta walked past the bedroom where Karl was still lying, obviously
still playing with his cock, despite his recent efforts, and down into the airy
breakfast room. As she neared the room she could hear sounds of movement and,
as she entered the door, she was pleased to see that Agnes was already getting
her own meal.
'Good morning my dear!' Greta greeted her friend cheerfully, 'Sleep well?'
Agnes smiled broadly. 'What do you think? After all the pleasures in your
dungeon, and a night on my own, of course I slept well.'
'And?' Greta raised an eyebrow.
'And what? Oh, well of course I had to use my little toy first.' Agnes gave
Greta a knowing smile. She was aware that Greta knew all about her favorite
toy, and knew full well that little was perhaps an inappropriate word to use.
She had taken great pleasure in showing it to Greta when she had first obtained
it and had even allowed Greta to try it out, under supervision. Under close
supervision.
'You devil!' Greta leered. 'I could use one as little as that at any time,
and you know it!' Greta was secretly rather jealous of Agnes. She knew that
Agnes and her husband enjoyed a good time in bed, but she also knew that Agnes
liked the real pleasure, enjoyed the true pleasure, of self stimulation,
especially with her 'little' toy. As she thought, she pictured the large,
richly sculpted, thick dildo combined with vibrator that she knew Agnes so
enjoyed.
'Well, Ron had to get back for a business deal so he left almost as soon as we
finished last night, and you know how I miss him!' Agnes kept a straight face.
'After all I have to keep myself in good shape.'
'Yes, yes, yes!' Greta was dismissive. 'More important, and more to the point,
did he take your slave back with him as well?'
'Ahhhhhh! You scheming devil!' Agnes gave her friend a knowing smile and moved
across the room to hug her closely. 'Funny you should ask, but I assumed that
you would not object if I kept him here. After all his accommodation is quite
secure. In any case, even he could not get out of that collar and chain.'
'No worries, no worries at all. I just wondered...' Greta, pleased to realise
that the handsome male was still firmly restrained, could not hide her feelings
from Agnes.
'Of course you did. And I was wondering if you had approved of him.' Agnes
moved away from Greta. 'I can tell you that he comes, or rather he cums, highly
recommended. He is a very good performer, and in my opinion even better than
your house slave. Ken's got a great cock and a great technique, but ... well,
you'll have to find out the hard way. And I do mean hard!'
'Really?' It was Greta's turn to be curious. 'Well you would know that I
suppose. And what does Ron think about that?'
'He doesn't mind, of course, he loves the thought of me getting a good hard
fucking. Come off it! You and Karl have no problem when you fuck Ken and its
the same with me and Ron.'
Greta had to agree that that was true. She was well aware that Agnes and Ron
shared the same values as her and Karl. Slaves were there for mutual pleasure,
in any way shape or form. There were some limits of course, in that it would
be unlikely that they would ever allow themselves to be at the mercy of one of
their slaves, male or female, but they, as did all of their friends, see no
problem with having rich and pleasurable relationships with slaves. After all,
they were kept, at some cost, in good conditions and it was reasonable to use
them as they saw fit. Yes indeed, she thought, use them and even abuse them
but always be careful. She wondered what would happen if ever she dropped her
guard with Karen, if she ever slipped up and lost her control. No! Not her,
she was too careful. She would never let a slave gain control over her.
Clearing her mind, Greta spoke. 'OK, hands up! I admit it. He seems to have a
fine cock on him and I want to try him out at sometime, sooner rather than
later. Mind you I'm not sure if he is going to be better than Ken in every
respect. That's something I'll have to discover.'
Agnes nodded. 'Just how do we do that?'
'Well leaving us out of it for a moment, I do have a few ideas about that,
making use of Karen and Lisa. Some sort of test where we can stretch their
limits a little, as well as other things!', Greta sniggered. 'But, first
things first. You and I have to have some serious discussions today. I have
great plans to make use of Karen, and the others in a lesser way. Eat up and
drink up and then we'll go down to my office and talk there.'
Agnes nodded, her mouth too full to speak. To have a discussion in Greta's
office could only mean that they would be looking at videos of the action of
the last few days. Perhaps, if she was lucky, some live videos too. She was
well aware of Greta's considerable investment and the vast array of video
technology that she had at her disposal. After all she had video copies of a
number of memorable parties from previous occasions and she was keen to add to
her library if possible. Like her husband, she found that such erotic videos
were a considerable stimulant whether during masturbation or during more
conventional sexual activity. Especially during masturbation! No, she
thought, conventional was not the word that applied to their sex lives.
Greta calmly finished her food, knowing full well what was going through Agnes'
mind. She was well aware that she had a secret passion for her video tapes and
she was well aware that Agnes would appreciate the privilege of sitting in her
office. After all, even Karl spent relatively little time there. It was her
place, her special place and only a very few of her friends had ever been
allowed in there; the banks of screens and recorders were something that her
friends guessed at but were never sure that they existed.
'Ready? C'mon then!' Greta wiped her mouth and stood up.
Agnes, perhaps a little too eagerly, followed suit.
Walking calmly down the corridor, Greta ran through her plans in her mind,
wondering how she could best explain them and how she could convince her friend
to take the role she had planned for her.
'Now, sit and down and get comfortable. We may be here a while yet.' Greta
spoke soothingly. 'Just let me get comfortable first!' As she spoke Greta got
into her large thickly padded recliner and slid her hand under the soft top,
searching for her favorite nipple. 'Be my guest!'
Agnes needed no further encouragement, she sat swiftly on the couch at the side
of the room, a position from where the array of screens were clearly visible,
and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her heavy breasts with their dark flat
areolae.
'Now, my plan is this.' Greta eased herself slightly, and looked at Agnes.
'What I want to do is to use all this..,' she waved at the screens, most of
them just showing static images, '... and share our little pleasures with a
select few outsiders.'
'But...'
'No, hear me out! I know what you are thinking but I am just as aware of
security as you are my dear. What we get up to in private with our friends is
one thing, and that is one thing that we will always continue to enjoy. But, I
feel we need an extra little kick at times. I think I have the idea, and I
think it could also be profitable to us, to you and me!'
'Now, that sounds good to me, so far!' Agnes was happy to think that Greta may
be willing to share some of her expertise with her, some of her financial
skills.
'So, listen to me carefully. Listen first and then you can ask me questions,
or, better, offer more suggestions. What I propose to do is to use the
facilities here and link them to the Internet. To let others see what goes on
in our special world, and to let others enjoy the pleasures that we enjoy.'
Agnes nodded slowly, her eyes bright.
'You see, I think that we have the means to show our activities to like minded
people, at a price of course. I know, and you know, that there are people, men
and women, couples even, out there, who enjoy our pleasures. They just don't
have the means to fulfil themselves like we do, so I think we could help them.
Like a charity...' Greta couldn't resist laughing '.. a charity for profit, our
profit. We invite subscribers to join our private club, and they can not only
see what we do but they can make their own requests. A kind of remote control
lust if you like. OK so far?' Greta paused as she saw the expression on
Agnes' face.
'Oh yes! I like it I like it a lot!' Agnes sat up and let hr heavy tits swing
free. 'But how do you propose to manage things? And what about subscribers?'
'Easy! I would only allow those people who already buy our videos so I know
that they will share similar tastes, and even more important, I know they can
be trusted.'
'Good, I feel happy about that, and perhaps they may introduce others, as long
as they are prepared to pay the price for being allowed to share our desires.'
'I like that, thank you! We have the equipment, the facilities, and most of
the know how. And as for that I have the best answer you could imagine.
There, over there, is the answer..' Greta turned towards the screens, flicked
a couple of switched and transferred one of the small images on to the large
central monitor.
Agnes stared at the image. It was obviously a live picture, a live shot of two
naked females in a close embrace. Both of them were lying side by side, eyes
closed. She stared and realised that it was Karen with Lisa lying curled into
her lap. Karen had got her arms around Lisa and was gently caressing her
nipples, something that she had obviously been doing for some time, judging by
Lisa's fevered expression and open mouth.
'Well..' Agnes answered uncertainly, the connection with Greta's conversation
not being obvious.
'Easy! She is the answer. Karen. Slave Karen.' Greta smiled triumphantly.
'You see we both know that she is an excellent slave, she is well on the way to
becoming what I guess we could call a cum-slut, and who knows what else. She
loves her status here, she thrives on her punishments, her torments. She has
found a lover to use as she pleases. and, and this is the thing, she is a
brilliant with computers.' Greta looked amused at Agnes' puzzled face.
'Is she ... how do you know?'
'Hell, Agnes, my dear, I paid her top wages when she worked in our business
down the road there. She was first class at her job, outstanding I guess, and
she has the ability and, I suspect, the desire, to make all this work for us.
She loves the position she's in so she will do this willingly and of course she
will still be paid for working for me. The only difference here will be that
she has to have a little .. shall we say ... personal input.'
'I like it, I like it. But what about her privacy, for what that's worth? I
mean she could be...'
'No worries. I have done some digging around and I know quite a lot about her,
much more than she realises. Some stuff that we can turn to our advantage.
No, as far as that is concerned we will be fine. I have no intention of
publishing any stuff locally so the chances of her, or anyone else we show,
being recognised are really zilch.'
'Oh, anyone else? Who do you have in mind?' Agnes was intrigued and wondered
just what was gong through Greta's devious mind.
'Simple! You of course.' Greta paused as she savored the look on Agnes''
face. 'You will be the Mistress in charge of the dungeon. You will be the one
who is in control ... as far as our subscribers are concerned.'
'Oh, I see.' Agnes answered uncertainly. 'But what if anyone recognises me?'
'No one will, as I've just explained. Anyway, they won't be interested in your
face.'
'Uh-uh. What do you mean?' Agnes sounded worried.
'It's so very easy my dear, very easy. What I would like you to do is to be
the perfect dungeon Mistress. I want you to work almost naked, apart from a
leather hood and a thong. Oh and heels of course, high heels, really high. I
want you to look absolutely in charge, to look cruel and vicious.'
'Well that bit won't be too hard!' Agnes grinned. 'But what would I do?'
'Well, I want our subscribers, our members, to be involved, so I want them to
suggest what they want, to tell us what they want. But I want you to carry out
their instructions, in your own special way. You know how much you like to
deal with helpless females.'
'True, true. And what about helpless males?'
'Ah, now here's the difference. I don't mind helping others to enjoy the
pleasures of female flesh just as much as I, as we, do, but as for the male
element, I would like you to be in charge, on screen at least. I want you
personally to deal with the male slaves, and you can get some practice in with
slave Andy. You can use him, it, how you like, as much as you like!'
Agnes sat still, her hands casually cupping her heavy breasts, fingertips
casually brushing over her large aerolae, over her diminutive nipples. Her
eyes were fixed on the screen behind Greta where it was obvious that Karen had
just given Lisa an overpowering orgasm. 'And the females?'
'Agnes my dear, anything you like. Mind you there are some rules. Behind the
scenes of course I will have to have the ultimate control as far as the females
are concerned, or at least as far as my own females are concerned, I will set
the limits.' Greta paused, seeing the fleeting disappointment on Agnes' face.
'But of course you and I have very similar ideas anyway, and when have ever
disagreed on how to treat, to torment, to humiliate one of our slaves. This
time the only difference is that we can do it more publicly and in that way we
can inflict even more humiliation on them.'
'Yes! I like it, I really do!' Agnes lifted one heavy breast in both hands
and squeezed as hard as she could. 'This could be good!'
'So, the principle is agreed. You can leave the running to me and of course
any money that we make, over and above my costs, we will spilt.'
'Than you my dear friend, thank you. But, but what about Karl? Doesn't he
have a say in all of this?'
'Don't worry about him. He knows his place. Everyone thinks he is the power
here but, let me tell you, that it's just not true. And, just in case he
forgets his place, then I have you now to remind him!.'
'You don't mean...you can't mean...' Agnes found the prospect almost
unbelievable.
'Yes, I do! I will tell you more another time but for now just let me say
this. He knows his place around here, I have finally reached the end of my
tether with him and he knows it. He thinks he can get round me but, believe
me, those days are past. But, as far as that goes, I'll tell you more later.
You know what he's like anyway!'
'Oh I do, I do.' Agnes sighed, knowing full well how Karl could behave. The
thought of having him under her control was a thought she could live with, a
thought she could savor.
'So, we are agreed? You don't mind taking part and helping me?' Greta reached
forward to caress Agnes' breasts.
'Yes, what can I say, I would be honored to join you.' Agnes put her hands
over Greta's and squeezed. 'Hmmmmm I like that, I like that a lot! Perhaps
you and I should...'
'Shhhhh!' Greta moved nearer and kissed Agnes full on the lips. 'Yes, we
will! It's been a long time since you and I enjoyed each other. Just bear
with me a little longer and then...'
'Mmmmmmmmm!' Agnes exhaled, her eyes wide with anticipation. There were times
when she enjoyed female pleasures without the assistance of ropes and straps,
without restraints, and there were times when she enjoyed being restrained and
at the mercy of a trusted friend. Greta was in fact the only person, other
than her husband, who had ever been permitted to treat her that way. Perhaps,
later, she and Greta would enjoy the delights of the dungeon.
'The answer is yes!' Greta laughed as she saw Agnes' expression. 'Oh yes I
can guess what you are thinking. The answer is still yes.'
Agnes smiled at her friend and again pulled her hands tightly into her heavy
breasts, happy in the anticipation of a pleasurable few hours under the control
of her closest friend.
'Anyway, patience. Look, we'll discuss some more details later of course, but
let's look at some video stuff. I have something that I think will interest
you!'
'Please!' Agnes adjusted herself and eased down the couch, her hand staying
down to her thighs, preparatory to hitching her skirt.
'Naughty! I think I'll join you in a minute!' Greta laughed and adjusted
some switches, before a tape deck whirred into action. 'Look at this, it may
give you some ideas for your new role!'
'Me? What, who....'Agnes stared at the screen. 'Hey! Isn't that your two
slaves there?'
'Yes, of course, who else do you think?' And it's obvious what they are
doing.'
Agnes stared at the large screen. 'He's, he's playing with his cock! My god I
didn't know that they got up to that sort of thing down there in the cells.'
'Greta smiled. 'Of course they do!' She was well aware of the exploits of the
previous evening and she knew that Agnes would be entranced by the humiliation
that Andy was about to undergo on screen. 'Watch carefully. The best bit is
yet to cum!'
Agnes stared fascinated as the action developed, her hands active on her
sensitive nipple buds, while Greta insinuated her hand between the firm thighs,
thighs that opened willingly at the touch of the cool hand.
'You like?' Greta murmured, smiling slyly at her friend.
'Like, like what? What you are doing or what they are doing?' Agnes was
beginning to breathe heavily as the pleasure radiated from her wet crease.
'Both of course, and just for the record who's idea was that little scene>'
Greta chuckled. 'You know my mind so well! Ken will do whatever I tell him of
course, even if he doesn't enjoy it, but in this case of course, and you know
how true it is , he loves having his cock worked on. Typical man , he loves
someone, anyone, to see how well-endowed he is. Keep on watching, and just
remember that slave Andy is a newcomer to these special pleasures. But, he is
learning fast!'
Agnes opened her legs wider to give Greta grater access as she concentrated on
her tits and began scratching and tormenting them with her long red painted
nails.
'Ohmigod!' Agnes gasped as she saw the image of Andy cupping his hand to catch
the cream spurting from Ken's engorged cock, the swollen dark red mushroom
shaped head. 'Is he going to make him drink it?'
'No, better than that! Look!' Greta spoke with a satisfied tone, pleased that
her latest idea at pleasuring one slave while humiliating the other was about
to be revealed.
On the flickering screen Andy had begun to rub the copious sticky cream into
and around his own erection, an erection that was puny compared with Ken's
proud throbbing member.
'Watch, he really does like it!' Greta was pleased at the reaction that this
humiliating task was extracting from Andy. 'I can't wait to make him do this
again, standing in front of his girl friend, sorry, his ex-girl friend,'
On the screen Andy was rubbing the last traces of the glutinous cream into the
head of his own cock.
'Well, what do you think of that then?' Greta moved her hand faster across
Agnes' erect, rigid, clitoris.
'What can I say, absolutely wonderful. I shall have to try that out later with
my man you know.' Agnes began panting. 'Ahhhh, don't stop, harder, harder, I'm
going to cummmmmmmmmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssss!'
Greta reluctantly moved her hand from between the wet warm thighs and
deliberately licked her fingers. 'Hush, my dear, and listen carefully, you
will like the final touch here.'
Agnes stared at the screen and saw Andy mouthing some words.
'Ken's cock is longer than mine! Ken's cock is thicker than mine! Ken's cock
is bigger than mine! Ken's cock fucks better than mine!'
As Greta finished licking her fingers, Agnes dropped her heavy breasts and
clapped her hands. 'Wonderful, wonderful!' She looked at Greta. 'That was a
superb touch, you really arranged that superbly!.' As she spoke she pulled
Greta towards her and gave her a lingering kiss, probing her mouth deeply with
her pointed tongue.
Separating reluctantly, Greta moved to the control panel and switched the
picture off. 'Now, we should see what the girls are getting up to, I suppose.'
'Of course, hurry up and show me the screen, please!' Agnes was impatient to
see more action.
'No!' Greta spoke sharply. 'I have a much better idea! We will go down to
the cells and deal with them in person. We'll have a little fun using them
first before you and I have our own private fun. And then we can tell slave
Karen just what she has to do.'
'Fine by me!' Agnes stood up and smoothed her clothes. 'And then?'
'You are so keen aren't you? I promised you a little special time, perhaps in
our little play area and then we can start on rehearsing the sluts in their new
roles.'
End of Part 43
(c) 2002 Cathy P
If you enjoyed this story then feel free to make, and keep, a copy. If you
didn't enjoy it I'd love to know why, and how I could improve it. If you wish
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Any suggestions for future stories involving Karen would be welcomed.
