Forty-Four Hours, Part 6
Triumphantly, Sophia led Kara into the great room. Amused eyes focused on the
collared toy dressed in the shortened black dress, and the visible thigh highs.
Her heels clicked against the floor echoing behind the more solid clicking
sounds of Sophia's boots. Blusher and makeup hid the toys embarrassment, but
somehow she began to feel a sense of pride at finally being led by Sophia,
almost as if being at the end of her leash would somehow protect her from
further indignations. Sophia climbed the two steps to her dais, turned to sit
in her chair and snapped her fingers at Kara who instinctively kneeled. The
leash was wrapped around the arm of her chair. She motioned with her gloved
hand for the party to continue and sat down.
Kara looked out into the crowd. She let her eyes roam over combination of
partnered couples; female dominates with their female slaves, domme' with male
slaves and even a couple of apparently gay men with their male slaves.
Conspicuously absent, though, were males with female slaves. In one corner she
noticed five men and two women sitting without slaves and she gathered they were
probably the ones whom Sophia had referred to as paying handsomely to attend the
gathering. Kara saw the lustful looks and for a moment, dropped her gaze.
Her eyes also took measure of the great room as well. She estimated it to be
perhaps 40 feet long and about half that distance in width. Shallow alcoves
winged each side of the length and those were about eight to ten feet deep and
dotted with sofas, chairs and small tables where most of the guests claimed
their space. The main part of the room was open to the ceiling and exposed
beams crisscrossed the space, meeting with three posts down each side that
framed the alcoves. Hooks had been embedded at intervals into the beams and
chains of varying lengths dangled from the hooks. The dais on which she and
Sophia sat was at the far end of the room; a bar tended by a leather-clad man
was at the opposite end adjacent to the main door that led out to the porch.
Jessica stood statuesque behind Sophia.
Annie, Rikki and Ronda, now stripped of their soaked bikinis and dressed in the
briefest of black maids aprons trimmed with white lace, served drinks and food,
tottering almost miraculously on red spiked heels. Kara watched Annie, by far
the smoothest of the three, as she carried her tray, bowing before various
domme's to dispense what libations they had ordered. Annie seemed almost
unaffected as one domme she was serving lifted her apron and stroked at her sex.
Her focus was interrupted as a woman and her male submissive approached Sophia.
The male, perhaps 30 and well tanned bowed and kissed Sophia's boots while his
domme addressed Sophia. The conversation was muted and Kara could not catch the
intention of the conversation. At one point Sophia paused and looked at Kara,
"arch your back, stick out your tits, pull the dress up to your waist and spread
your knees wider. She wants to see your sex." They talked for 5 or 10 minutes
more while Kara remained displayed. A strange uneasiness crept over her face.
Finally Sophia sent the couple away and leaned down to Kara and whispered, "She
wanted me to lease you out to them, $10,000 for a months servitude, aren't you
pleased?" It was a question she would have rather not answered but she meekly
spoke a simple 'yes Mistress' in response, trying to hide the humiliation that
swelled within her. Did Sophia really have the wherewithal to sell her or could
such a thing actually happen? She didn't want to find out!
Throughout the evening, Kara kept focusing on the partnered couples,
particularly the dommes' with their female submissive, and the way in which an
unspoken flow passed between some of them. She watched one lesbian butch,
dressed in jeans and a white tee, a pack of Marlboro Lights tucked into the left
rear pocket of her jeans as she brought her partner to the center of the room.
As the crescendo of Enigma erupted from the CD player she seductively danced
with her partner, stroking her buttocks rhythmically to the music until the two
were lost in a lustful embrace. Kara focused on the partner, taller, long black
hair cascading down her shoulders, her slender body clad in black jeans, a tight
black long sleeved top that covered well formed breasts. After a grinding
dance, the butch stripped the submissive of her clothes, again to the beat of
the music until the taller woman was unashamedly nude.
Kara watched the submissive eyes, and marveled at their complete focus on her
dominant partner. The butch pulled a set of handcuffs from her jeans pocket and
snapped them around her partner's wrists in front of her then raised them to one
of the chains that dangled from the exposed beams. As the beat continued she
began arousing the taller woman with her hands, rubbing her from her thighs to
her neck until she pulled the black woven belt from the loops of her yeans and
began a passionate lashing of the fettered body, covering her back and shoulders
and buttocks in well timed strokes that brought moans of passion from her
partner. The butch concluded with a long lingering kiss returned equally by the
chained woman. Kara heard herself emit a small moan of lust as the butch
released her partner and led her back to the couch. Somehow, she envied the
couple and her thoughts drifted to Maya. Something began to creep into her
mind, something she had failed to see weeks ago.
Sophia snapped her fingers at Kara and interrupted her contemplation. "Walk to
the bar, slave girl, and get me a drink." While she spoke she unsnapped the
leash from the collar.
Kara carefully contemplated her actions. She crawled around in front of Sophia
and dropped her face to Sophia s boots, kissed them and whispered, "Yes
Mistress." She turned and stood and gathering up what pride she could, began
the short journey to the bar. The revelry from the crowd quieted somewhat and
30 pairs of eyes watched the journey. The leather-clad bartender had already
poured the glass of Sauvignon Blanc and nodded toward the glass. Kara picked it
up by the stem and turned back toward the dais.
"Slave!" Sophia spoke, still seated on the dais. "Amuse me and my guests and
remove you dress!" From 40-feet away her eyes looked straight in Kara's and she
didn't miss the quivering in the hand that sent little ripples through the
contents of the crystal goblet.
Kara felt the eyes. She set the goblet back on the bar and said, "Yes
Mistress."
From the dais Sophia spoke again, "Here is how I want it accomplished. Turn and
face Luke, the bartender. I want to watch your fingers as they unzip the little
zipper in the back. Step out of the dress and lay it across the bar. Now!"
Silence permeated the room.
Kara knew she had only one course to pursue. She turned towards Luke and stood
straight. Her heart pounded and her hands quivered. Though the crowd had seen
her naked on the platform there was something more humiliating about being
unfettered and taking her own clothing off simply by obeying spoken words of
another person. Her right arm reached behind her back almost as if it had a
mind of its own and unzipped the dress, letting it fall at her feet. She bent
at the knees exposing as little of her sex as possible, picked up the dress and
placed it across the bar in front of Luke. Coolness of the night air surrounded
her and her nipples hardened as she watched his smile consume his weathered
face. Her face reddened visibly even under the make up as his eyes quietly
savored her body.
She stood and waited for the next command, praying that it would come quickly.
But Sophia paused, allowing her next command linger, giving both her and the
crowd time to fully observe the woman's behavior and her body. Seconds to Kara
passed again as minutes. Then slowly the words rolled from Sophia's lips, "Now,
pick up the wine, turn and face me!"
Kara did.
"You may bring my wine, slave. Hold the goblet arms length, at eye level; look
directly into the wine as if it were the most important thing you possessed.
Proceed!"
Kara tightened the fluttering muscles in her stomach and thighs and raised the
goblet to eye level. She extended the gift at arms length and took the first
step. Slowly she walked, realizing with each step the symbolism. She was
offering more than wine, she was almost offering herself. Deep within her, she
felt a small sense of pride awaken. Her nakedness was momentarily forgotten.
She approached the dais and knelt, never taking her eyes off the goblet. She
bowed her head, extended the goblet upward in her own symbolic gesture of
subservience and offered the wine to mistress. Sophia smiled, took the wine and
kept her eyes on the kneeling woman.
"Crawl to the center of the room."
Kara looked puzzled.
An expression of dominance crossed Sophia's face, one that Kara had never seen.
"What you just brought me is mine. Now I wish to share it with my friends so
they may also be pleased with what I have. Go!"
Kara pondered the words carefully; each one adding meaning to what Sophia was
asking her to do. She pivoted on her hands and knees and began a slow crawl.
Her hair hung around her face, her breasts swayed, she knew the picture she must
be presenting but nevertheless, she crawled until she arrived at what she
believed to be midway through the great room.
"Now, stand, face toward me and adjust your hose back up tightly on each leg."
She did so.
Sophia watched in silence for a moment and saw Kara's rapt attention. Her
original plan was based on a presumption that the slave would not be quite as
compliant as she actually seemed to be at this point. Briefly she considered
modifying her approach for the remainder of the evening but then she figured
what lay in store would be a true test of her servitude. She spoke, "bend
forward at the waist until your face is inches away from the front of your knees
... wrap your arms behind the bend at the back of your knees ... and interlace
your fingers."
Kara slowly bend forward realizing that her ass would be pointed straight at the
bar and the majority of the attendees. She bend until she could feel her own
heated breath exhaling against the smoothness of her trembling knees, then she
extended her arms behind her knees and interlaced her fingers.
Sophia rose from her chair and nodded to Jessica, then exited the room through
one of the doorways behind the dais. Jessica followed her.
Kara heard the clicking of her mistress's boots receding, a door closing and
then silence. She had no idea what she was to do other than remain as she was.
Murmurs and muted laughter slowly rose from the crowd and Kara felt as if a
thousand eyes were staring into her. Her mind drew the parallel that she was no
more than an object on display at a gallery, no more than some unearthed
Egyptian vase on a pedestal in a museum.
From the door behind the dais, the familiar clicking of heeled boots echoed
quickly across the floor. A hush fell over the gathering save for a comment
from an unknown source ... "now we're going to see something."
Sophia entered with Jessica following. A wave of anticipation began to sweep
over the crowd and voices began to rise in approval. The crowd murmured
approval at a Sophia they could see but one that was hidden to Kara in her
crouched over position. Sophia had changed into tight leather pants that hugged
every curve of her hips and legs. An equally tight fitting leather sheath top
that laced up the front of her body had replaced the blouse and vest. The
calf-high boots had been replaced by ankle length boots and their menacing click
of the heels echoed toward the slave. From a belt around Sophia's waist hung a
riding crop and in her right hand held a black handled flogger. Jessica carried
a small bag.
Both women approached the hunched over slave who still was unable to witness the
change in Sophia's mood or her attire. Jessica came forward with the bag and
opened the drawstring. With a fire in her eyes and determination in her
motions, Sophia withdrew a pair of red kid leather mitts. She took Kara's left
hand and pulled it out and slipped a mitt over an astonished Kara's left hand
and buckled the inch-wide buckle tightly around her wrist. Kara glanced at the
mitt noticing instantly her fingers were now rendered useless. She saw the
single ring sewn into the end of the mitt. Unhesitatingly and in a no nonsense
mood, Sophia quickly encased Kara's right hand in the other mitt then ordered
her to put her encased hands behind her knees again. Her trembling was clearly
visible as Sophia pulled Kara's encased hands tighter behind her knees until
Kara's face was a scant few inches from the front of her quivering knees. She
looped a carabineer through the two rings at the end of each glove imprisoning
Kara's hands securely behind her knees. Mistress's movements were skilled,
fluid and passionate as she unbuckled Kara's black heels and slipped them off.
She reached into the bag and withdrew red patent leather pumps, with an ungainly
higher heel and ankle straps. A small metal ring was embedded at the back of
each shoe. Kara felt her legs tilt awkwardly as her feet were fitted into the
shoes. Her exposed sex and buttocks became all the more prominently displayed
as she tottered briefly getting her balance. Sophia kicked at the tottering
right foot and pushed it out until Kara had to shift her balance. Her feet were
now about 18 inches apart. Sophia removed a short spreader bar from the bag,
extended it to fill the distance between the slave's ankles and clipped quick
release clamps between the ends of the bar and the rings in the back of the
heels. Kara was uncompromisingly trapped in this position.
Laughter permeated the gathering but the determined mistress had one more item
she required. Her hands fondled Kara's hanging breasts and her fingers found
aroused nipples. She rolled the left one and attached a clover clamp at the
base of thick bud causing a brief but definitive shriek from the slave's lips.
The short chain that connected that clamp was drawn through the carabineer
behind her knees and then brought back to her right nipple and that clover clamp
quickly pinched around the nipple behind the bud. Another groan emitted from
the lips of the slave, now completely locked in abject humility. She quickly
recalled Sophia's words hours before as she stood over her in the stall ...
public bathing ... public humiliation ...
Sophia stood and examined her handiwork to the approval of an awakened crowd.
Sophia well understood the awkwardness and humiliation her subject was
experiencing. In essence, she was bent over lewdly displaying herself. She had
no way to cover herself without enduring the pain of pulling the clamps off her
nipples and substantially altering her position by sliding her hands up her
legs. Her ass protruded which would work well to Sophia's advantage. Her
calves strained and quivered. Her breath came in little clipped segments. Her
nipples throbbed. She stood unsteadily on the platform heels.
Sophia walked around the slave a few times and stopped behind her. Kara's heart
pounded as she sensed the presence. She did not see Sophia's motions, simply
that she heard the swoosh of the flogger a split second before it impacted
against her fully exposed buttocks. The unexpected impact caused her to jerk
and the clamps tugged deeper into her nipples. Five additional strokes followed
in fluid succession creating agony against her buttocks and exposed sex. With
the grace of a lioness, Sophia circled her bewildered prey. The flogger fell
six more times in fluid motion and slave cried out. Sophia cut a devilish smirk
at her prey and circled. When she came behind her target again, it was the crop
in rapid succession that struck her inner thighs nearly causing her to tumble.
Kara fought every stroke until she realized her wiggling was only increasing the
pressure on her nipples and delighting her tormentor that much more. Her sobs
were lost under her hair now hanging in disarray around her face.
Sophia circled and circled again. This time the flogger found the exposed upper
back for another series of strokes. Kara groaned loudly. Sophia was in her
glory. She stopped directly behind the slave's buttocks and took aim with six
well-placed strokes leaving welts from the crop spaced over each buttock.
Sophia looked at Jessica and uttered one word, "Hands!" She continued to circle
back to the front slowly as Jessica bend and released the carabineer holding
slaves wrists. Sophia reached under the quivering form and released the clover
clamps in rapid order. A pained scream rolled through the room as the blood
rushed back into the tortured buds.
"Stand, slave!" Sophia spoke.
Kara raised her stiff body and as she did so Jessica brought her mitten hands
together behind her back and connected them again with the carabineer. A quick
release clamp was attached to the carabineer and connected to one of the hanging
chains from the exposed beams. Kara felt her arms drawn up behind her tilting
her upper body forward at a 45-degree angle. For the first time since Sophia
reentered the room, Kara looked in awe at the transformation of her mistress.
Sophia noted the tear-streaked cheeks and streaked make up ... she looked into
the disbelieving dazed blue eyes that stared in fear at her.
"Do you fear me now slave?"
Sobbing, she replied, "yes, Mistress"
For Kara the world beyond Sophia was suddenly unimportant. Her entire sphere of
existence resided with the circle Sophia had claimed to mete out her punishment.
She knew other people were watching, enjoying, chanting but in some strange way
it made little difference. Her focus was on Sophia. Her body heaved with each
breath; her eyes never left the dominance that seemed to bore holes into her
soul. Kara knew that the whole weekend had come down to this moment.
"I'm not finished!" Sophia spoke as she gazed at the pendulant breasts. She
reached forward and cupped them released each one watching the intensity build
in the slaves eyes. With the tips of the flogger she began working, building
Kara with each stroke. Kara bit her lip as she felt it brush against her
tormented nipples and ample swaying breasts. The strokes increased then paused,
then striking harder with each series. Kara moaned, then shrieked! The crowd
was strangely silent as if each attendee was collectively holding their breath.
As the slave caught her breath, Sophia aimed at the words scrawled in lipstick
on the slave's mound ... She swung the flogger slowly causing Kara to forget
about her swollen breasts. After ten well timed strokes that covered her from
the scrawl of the lipstick on her mound to her tingling sex, she tossed the
flogger to the floor and walked to the bar, leaving Kara in shambles. Luke
poured another Sauvignon Blanc. Sophia leaned against the bar, sipped her wine
and cast a steady gaze at the slave. A strange admiration tingled inside of
the lioness. In a way she was almost peeved at herself for harboring the
thought; there were many she had whipped harder but few with such passion.
In the center of the room Kara tried to regain her breath. Her body was bathed
in perspiration and the glowing warmth of a well-delivered whipping. Within a
span of 20-minutes she had endured what she would never have dreamed. Her body
ached and she felt like she was coming down off an endorphin high. Sophia had
worked her far beyond what she had ever experienced.
From the bar Sophia continued to gaze at Kara. To her, the whipping was a thing
of absolute beauty and the slave's body simply resonated that beauty. She
stared for another minute and then called out to Jessica, "Release her!
Everything off her! Put her on the floor."
Within the span of a minute Kara was unfettered and stripped naked of everything
including the thigh highs. She lay naked on her back in the center of the room
with Jessica standing over her. Sophia surveyed the crowd, called four women by
name, and asked them to join her in the center of the room. Then she called
Ronda. In no uncertain tones, she told the rest of the crowd to leave the room.
Having just seen the heated lioness in action, no one dared protest.
The four women, all domme friends of Sophia, joined her and Jessica in the
center of the room. Ronda also stood among the small gathering. Sophia picked
up the flogger and the group formed a circle around the slave. Kara eye the
flogger and gasped.
"No, slave," Sophia smiled as she turned the flogger around showing the slave
the six-inch black hard rubber handle shaped like a penis. "You're going to use
this. I'm mitigating part of your evening. You're going to work this into your
overheated sex before you lose the glow of the whippings, while your body is
still craving something, or before I decide I want to give you more. The rest
of us are going to watch you. And you're going to do it until we tell you to
stop..."
She tossed the flogger on the Kara's stomach.
Kara needed no further explanation.
