THE ATONEMENT
By: "Racecar"
Part Four: The Outing
Barbara stood staring at the outfit she had purchased for today's
shopping trip with Cheryl. The black leather mini-skirt looked like it
belonged on a 12 year-old, not a woman her age who was the mother of two. When
she tried it on at the store, she had to buy a smaller size just to get the
effect of 'barely covering your ass' that Cheryl had directed her to buy. It
did barely cover her ass. If she were to bend over or reach for anything, the
skirt rode up and exposed everything worth covering. The blouse she chose was
a plain, button front, white cotton. After she had gotten it home, Barbara
noticed the fabric was so thin that she could see her hand through it. God
only knew what it would be like when she put it on without a bra. She was
going to exchange it for a more conservative one, but could not find the time
to do so. She rationalized that, with this skirt, who would be looking at the
blouse anyway. She exhaled deeply and placed the outfit on hangers so they
would be ready to put on when Cheryl arrived.
As she was under the warm mist of her shower, Barbara thought back to
what Cheryl had said about today's trip. Barbara swore Cheryl kept saying 'we'
will do this and 'we' will pick you up, etc. She wondered who the 'we' were.
She knew that one person was obviously Cheryl, but who, and how many others?
She wondered if they were the same girls that were at Cheryl's the night she
served as maid and whatever. She hoped not. She doubted she could face, let
alone talk to, them ever again. She kept wondering as she grabbed the razor
and began shaving between her legs. When completed, she rinsed one final time
and stepped out of the shower to dry off. On the vanity was her douche kit.
She readied everything, douched and cleaned the nozzle and bag before putting
it away. As an afterthought, she took the enema bag she had also purchased
yesterday and cleaned it thoroughly in preparation for later use. As she
cleaned, she wished she had told Cheryl that she had indeed given herself an
enema before arriving for Mr. Bryant's private show. If she had done so, she
would have been spared the embarrassment of having to have another woman
administer it to her in front of others. "What's done is done." she mused
while putting the bag and accessories back into the box. She slipped the dog
collar around her neck, studied herself in the mirror for a moment, put on her
robe and clicked off the light as she left the room.
Barbara walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock. "45 minutes to
go." she said to herself. "Nothing to do now but wait." She poured herself a
glass of Coke and sat down at the table to pass the time. She thought about
John and the conversations they had over the weekend. He seemed like a new man
since they left Cheryl's. He was still loving and caring but he sported a more
open air about him. She had never known John to be so open and straight
forward with her before. He made it absolutely clear to her that he was
satisfied with the status quo and, though he felt sorry for her having to put
up with Cheryl's domination, she was the one ultimately responsible for it.
She had to agree. One thing was certain. His appetite for sex had certainly
increased. Every time the opportunity presented itself, he was grabbing her
breasts or shoving his hand up her dress. She was happy to see the improvement
in their relationship. At least something good has come out of all this. As
for herself, there were times when she was willing to risk everything and tell
Cheryl to go to hell, but then her fear of the consequences of such action
prevented her from doing so.
As she sat thinking about John's kiss good-bye and his wishing her luck
before he left for work, Barbara heard the slamming of car doors. She peered
out the back window and noticed Cheryl, Beth and another girl she didn't
recognize walking to her door. She wasn't sure whether she should greet them
in her robe or to remove it and answer the door nude. As the first wave of
shame came over her, she decided she would leave the robe on. She walked slowly
to the back door and opened it just as the trio had approached.
"Hi, Barbara. I see you've gotten yourself all ready." Cheryl said as
she filed past Barbara.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl" Barbara's voice seemed to have left her and the
reply came out a mere whisper.
Cheryl stopped dead in her tracks, turned and looked at Barbara as the
others filed through the open door.
"What's that you said? Speak up! I can barely hear you." Cheryl spoke
with raised eyebrows.
Barbara cleared her throat and attempted to reply again.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. I said 'Yes, Mistress Cheryl.'." Her
voiced now boomed. Barbara felt embarrassed about both replies. She looked at
the Beth and the other girl staring at her. The newcomer seemed vaguely
familiar to her, but Barbara just could not place the name with the face. She
closed the door and led her guests into the kitchen.
"Barbara, I know you remember Beth but do you remember who this is?"
Cheryl wrapped her arm around the girl.
Barbara looked the girl up and down. She appeared to be in her late
teens, early 20's. Her skin was perfect. It flawlessly covered her 5' 4"
frame in a tautness one only saw in younger women. Her breasts, while not
exceptionally large, were ample for a girl her size and seemed to be about the
same size as her hips. Barbara remembered the green eyes but still could not
put a name on the girl in front of her.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl, I know I know her, but I can't seem to
remember her name." Barbara was still quizzically looking at the girl as she
answered Cheryl.
"Shame on you. This is June Webster. I ran into her while shopping one
day and we started talking about old times. Your name came up and she said you
used to baby-sit her when she was younger. Well, she's 18 now, and planning to
enter college this fall. When I was planning this outing, I thought it would
be a good idea to bring her along. She jumped at the chance." Cheryl had that
knowing look in her eye and smirk on her lips.
As soon as the name was mentioned, Barbara remembered June. She
remembered her as the most precocious, spoiled and misbehaved little brat she
had ever had to baby-sit. She remembered that June had a brother, one year her
junior, who was just the opposite. As a matter of fact, Barbara recalled, she
thought he had somewhat of a crush on her. That was years ago, Barbara
thought. She imagined how June reacted when Cheryl told her about her 'sex
slave', and was sure she jumped at the chance to get even at Barbara. Of all
the people Barbara had ever known, none would look forward to torturing and
humiliating her more than June Webster.
"Yes. Now I remember. How are you June?" Barbara put on her best happy
face as she greeted June. "And how is Paul, your brother?"
"Paul and I are very well, thank you Barbara. But haven't you forgotten
something?" The girl looked straight at Barbara and returned the phony smile.
"What's that?" Barbara tried to remember some detail that June was
referring to, but couldn't come up with a thing.
"Well ... from what I hear ..., It should be 'Mistress June'."
Beth broke out in heavy laughter as Barbara reeled backward from the
shock. Cheryl, too, had to laugh at the boldness June displayed to her former
disciplinarian.
"She's right, you know." Was all Cheryl could say before breaking up
again.
Barbara regained her composure and glared at the kid. "She hasn't
changed one bit." she thought. Remembering her situation, Barbara knew she
would have to be on her best behavior today in order to avoid the wrath of this
kid from hell. She bit her tongue and replied in her most courteous voice.
"I'm sorry, Mistress June." The words 'Mistress June' shot from her
mouth like an arrow aimed at a villain's heart. "It won't happen again. I
was so glad to see you again that I forgot where I was."
"You didn't forget where you are. You forgot who you are." Again June
returned the arrow. "But I'll forgive you. I know how happy you are to see me
here. I just know this is going to be a perfect day." The sarcasm in June's
utterance was evident to everyone present.
Cheryl was taken aback by June's brashness and began to have second
thoughts about inviting her along. It seem to her that June was attempting to
control the day and Cheryl didn't want that to happen. Barbara was hers -- all
hers. She might not object to loaning Barbara to someone temporarily, As Mr.
Bryant had suggested to her yesterday on the phone, but it had to be understood
that Cheryl, and only Cheryl, had absolute control over her. She decided the
time had come to assert her authority and she stepped in front of June to
address her slave.
"We had better get a move on here. Look at the time. Remember we have
to be back by 2:30, at the latest, so you can be here when the kids get home.
Let's get that robe off so I can check to see if you're ready." Cheryl grabbed
the robe's sash and, with one tug, pulled it free from the robe.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara slid the robe off her shoulders and laid
it over the back of a chair. She shot a quick glance at June and noticed the
smirk on the brat's face.
"C'mon, we don't have all day! Assume the position!" Cheryl admonished.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara clasped her hands behind her head and
spread her legs.
Barbara noticed that June had moved to a position directly in front of
her. Embarrassed at her very obvious station within this circle, she looked
past the young girl and out the window behind her. She felt Cheryl rubbing her
freshly shaved pubic mound and bend over to examine it.
"Very good. You remembered to shave this time. Did you douche?" Cheryl
peered up from her vantage point at Barbara's thighs to look the young
housewife in the eyes.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's face was getting redder and redder.
"Let's check, shall we? Spread those pussy lips wide open so I can see
how clean you are." Cheryl's actions were clearly designed to display her
power over, and to humiliate, Barbara in front of the newcomer in the group.
Barbara reached down and spread the lips of her vagina as directed. She
kept looking straight ahead as Cheryl's finger prodded the outer edges of her
vagina before forcefully plunging deep inside. She felt the finger withdraw
and saw Cheryl stand up holding it to her nose. The next thing she knew,
Cheryl's finger was poised on her lower lip. Barbara knew what was expected of
her and opened her lips to accept the moistened digit. She saw Cheryl gloating
as she moved the finger in and out of her mouth, She glanced back at June who
seemed deeply absorbed in the entire scene as she watched Barbara's face for
any reaction. Barbara's eyelids closed for an instant and she felt a tear form
in the corner of one eye. She heard Cheryl proclaim 'very good' as the finger
withdrew.
"Go get your enema bag, and bring out the outfit you bought for today.
I'd like to take a look at it before you put it on." Cheryl barked the order
out like a grade school teacher.
Barbara hurried out of the kitchen and returned within minutes carrying
two wooden hangers, upon which her outfit hung, and the box with the enema bag
inside. She hung the clothes on the trim around the doorway leading to the
living room and handed the box to Cheryl before re-assuming her position. She
watched Cheryl hand the box to Beth and disappear behind her, she assumed to
check her new clothes. Her eyes followed Beth as the nurse opened the box and
spilled the contents onto the table. Beside the bag and hose, the kit
contained 3 nozzles. One nozzle was the adult enema nozzle, another a juvenile
enema nozzle and the third, longer, thicker, ribbed nozzle was meant to be used
as a douching nozzle. Beth surveyed all three before picking up the douche
nozzle and attaching it to one end of the hose. Barbara wanted to tell her
that she had the wrong nozzle, but kept quiet. She was determined to avoid any
punishment whatsoever today. She'd be damn if she give June the satisfaction
of watching her get spanked.
Beth attached the other end of the hose to the bag and adjusted the clip
to prevent water flowing through it. When satisfied that everything was in
good working order, she strode over to the sink and began to fill it up with
cool water. She noticed the dish detergent on the counter and decided to add a
generous amount to the water. When the bag was stretched to its maximum, she
turned the water tap off and screwed the stopper into the top then turned
around to look for Cheryl.
"I'm all ready to go. Where are we going to do this?" She asked, when
she noticed Cheryl standing to the side, and slightly to the rear, of Barbara.
"Oh, I think the table will do fine." Cheryl replied. She put her hand
in the small of Barbara's back and gave a little shove. "Go Lean over the
table, feet on the floor and spread apart, of course." She ordered.
Barbara stumbled over to the table and placed herself as directed. At
Cheryl's command, she reached behind and spread the cheeks of her butt wide
apart exposing her opening. A moment later she felt the nozzle probing it.
She was suddenly aware that neither the nozzle, nor her anus, had been
lubricated. Just as she was going to yell "Wait", the nozzle broke past the
tight barrier and was inside her. She nearly lost her grip on her buttocks as
she recoiled from the pain. The sharp pain was followed immediately by the
sensation of cool liquid filling her bowels. Within a couple of minutes,
Barbara started to feel the discomfort of being filled. She struggled to hold
all the liquid in and, in the process, her teeth clenched her lower lip. The
volume of liquid within her distended her lower abdomen and the pressure was
tremendous -- too much for her to bear.
"Please, Mistress Cheryl. May I speak?" Barbara pleaded with tear
filled eyes.
"What is it?" Cheryl answered, annoyed by the interruption.
"I ... I can't hold any more. I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl, I just can't!"
Her agony clearly showed on Barbara's face.
Cheryl look at Beth who just shrugged her shoulders and pursed her lips.
With a nod of Cheryl's head, Beth clicked off the flow control and began to
remove the nozzle.
"Oh, wait a minute before you take that out." June interrupted while
frantically rummaging through her oversized purse. "Can I just get one picture
of this? I'm sure Paul would like to see what Barbara looks like after all
these years."
"Make it quick, and just one!" Cheryl answered. She found the idea of
June showing a picture of Barbara, in this position, to Paul amusing.
Barbara watched as June positioned herself for a side-view photo of her.
Her face was looking directly at the camera when the flash went off and caused
instant blindness. She closed her eyes and cried a little more. She had been
psyching herself up for this day all weekend. When she kissed John goodbye
this morning, she thought that she was mentally prepared for anything that
would happen today, and was determined not to show her embarrassment or pain to
anyone. She hadn't planned on June, however. Her presence here had completely
undermined all of Barbara's mental conditioning. When she reopened her eyes,
she saw June and Cheryl huddled around the picture in June's hand waiting for
the development process to complete itself. They looked like two school kids
looking at a National Geographic magazine. She turned her head and faced the
other direction while Beth slowly withdrew the enema nozzle from her. She
heard someone, she thought Cheryl, tell her to go relieve herself and get
cleaned up again. Barbara didn't have to be told a second time. She quickly
ran from the table to the bathroom amidst the laughter of the other girls.
As Barbara reentered the kitchen she noticed the girls all looking at the
picture and laughing. She saw June look up at her and drop her head back while
she exclaimed how much her baby brother is going to enjoy the picture she took.
This was the first occasion of this sort where John was not present to lend
Barbara at least some moral support. Feeling completely lost and without hope,
she re-assumed her position and waited.
"C'mon, girl. Let's get a move on." Cheryl clapped her hands together
as she spoke. "We don't have much time to do what we have to and be back in
time for the kids. Get your clothes on and let's get out of here."
Barbara scurried to her clothes and began dressing. When she put the
blouse on, she saw that it was much worse than she had imagined. Her darker
nipples were clearly visible through the white material and, worse, the
brushing of the material against them made her nipples more erect and much more
noticeable. She was sorry now that she had not taken the time out to return
the blouse to the store and pick out another one. She wiggled into the skirt
and noticed it, too, was worse than she had remembered. If she stood straight
up, with hands at her sides, and did not move, she felt the hem of the skirt
hit her near, but not quite at, the bottom of her cheeks. She took a deep
breath and tried to push the waist down a little further, but it was a futile
attempt. As soon as she inhaled again, the skirt was right back in place. The
tears started again as Cheryl grabbed her arm and spun her around for the girls
to see. As a final insult, Cheryl unbuttoned one more button on the blouse
proclaiming that everyone should be able to see her 'pretty necklace'. Barbara
also noticed that anyone as tall as she, or taller, would also be able to see
her entire breasts without craning their neck. She wondered how in the world
she could ever go out in public dressed like this. She knew she would surely
be arrested.
Barbara locked the back door and walked over to the car where Cheryl was
holding the door open for her. Cheryl instructed her to sit in the back. She
blushed as she bent to enter the back seat of the 2-door car and Beth whistle
indicating Barbara's privates were in clear view. She heard June giggle a
little girl giggle and she gritted her teeth as she sat down. Beth crawled in
beside her while June went around the car and sat in the front next to Cheryl,
who was the driver. As Cheryl looked out the rear window prior to backing out,
Beth grabbed Barbara's knee and spread her legs apart. Barbara complied in
silence.
During the drive, the three girls chatted about everything under the sun,
except about Barbara and what they had planned for the day. Barbara would have
joined in the conversation, but was afraid to speak without asking permission,
and decided that what she had to say wasn't worth the additional embarrassment.
Her silence was first noticed by Cheryl.
"Why so quiet, Barbara?" Cheryl asked as she viewed Barbara through the
rear view mirror. "Doesn't our conversation interest you? Or do you have
other things on your mind?"
Before Barbara had the opportunity to answer, Beth chimed in.
"Oh, I know what Barbara has on her mind." Beth giggled. "I have what
interests her right here." Beth began searching through her pocketbook and
finally pulled out a dildo which closely resembled a male penis in looks and
feel. She held it up and asked Barbara "Is this what interests you, Barbara?
Is this what you want?"
Barbara appeared to be at a loss for words and did not know how to answer
the question. She saw Cheryl looking through the mirror again and noticed that
June had spun around and was watching with glee. That object certainly was not
what Barbara had on her mind, but if she answered negatively, it might be taken
badly, or something more vile would be brought up. In a panic, she answered
the safest way she knew.
"Yes, Mistress Beth."
"Well then, you shall have it. But first, let me 'flavor' it a bit for
you."
Barbara watched as Beth put the dildo under her own dress and sat back
with a large grin as her arm moved back and forth a few strokes before
reappearing with the dildo, now dripping with aromatic pussy juices. When Beth
began moving towards her, Barbara spread her legs a little wider in
anticipation of the insertion. To her surprise, Beth told her to "Open up and
say 'ahhh'." Barbara was bewildered by the request. She opened her mouth and
began to say "ahhh" but the insertion of the dildo into her mouth cut her words
short. She was caught completely off guard by the sudden thrust of the rubber
penis into her mouth. Her eyes flung wide open and she saw the laughter on
June's face. She sat there, in tears, as Beth told her to work it in and out
with her hand and to pretend she was giving some guy a blow job. She complied
and began to suck and move the dildo in and out of her mouth. She heard Beth
suggest that she use her other hand on her pussy to get herself off. Again she
complied. As the car sped along the busy highway, Barbara was too embarrassed
to look out the window for fear of seeing a passerby staring at her. She slid
down a little further in her seat to avoid such notice but pretended the
maneuver was designed to effect better penetration of her finger into her
pussy. She closed her eyes and began drifting off. The car's swaying soon
became the gentle motion of a water bed. The fingers now touching the tender
areas on the inside of her thighs were those of her husband, John. The
swooning had begun, accompanied by the characteristic low moans. Her hips
instinctively moved in rhythm with the prodding fingers and the petting on the
inside of her legs. Her journey to paradise had begun. The swaying ended
abruptly with a jolt as the penis was yanked from her mouth. Barbara opened
her eyes to the leering faces of three smiling women. She was shocked by the
reality of where she was and embarrassed that she had allowed herself to fall
victim to her inner body's cravings so early in the day. She glanced down at
Beth's hand still stroking her thigh and at her hand with 3 fingers still
inserted deeply inside her. She looked at Beth and thought back to her last
encounter with her and the heavenly feeling of her tongue on the spot her hand
now occupied. Suddenly, she felt disgust and quickly removed her hand and sat
up.
"First stop. Everybody out." Cheryl exclaimed as she turned the key to
shut off the car.
Barbara looked out the window. She had no idea where she was. A sign
above the shop in front of her read: "Jule's Leather Goods -- Coats, Luggage,
Riding Equipment & Specialties." In the window were various sets of gorgeous
leather suitcases as well as many different travel accessories. She wondered
what Cheryl could possible have in mind stopping here. It then occurred to her
that Cheryl must be going to buy luggage for her move to Colorado. The thought
of that happening lightened her load and made the day seem a little brighter.
The seat in front of her was pulled forward and the three girls were standing
around the door waiting for her to emerge. She struggled to get out with
revealing the least amount of flesh to her audience. In one way, she thought,
they were doing her a big favor. In their desire to watch her get out of the
car and humiliate herself, they formed a perfect shield against anyone
happening by. She gave one last push and planted her feet firmly on the
ground. The car door slammed and the group of women followed Cheryl into the
store.
Once inside the small shop, Cheryl led the group past the stares of
browsing customers directly to a doorway located at the very rear of the
display area. Barbara wondered at first why they were bypassing all the
luggage, but thought that, perhaps, Cheryl had already purchased her luggage
and was just going to pick them up. As she walked through the second doorway,
she gasped and realized the real purpose of their stop here. The small room
resembled a dungeon with an abundance of mannequins wearing collars, cuffs,
leather hoods, etc. Several mannequins were arranged in bizarre positions and
held there by various forms of chains and bars, while others sported devices
attached to their nipples, vaginas and penises. Most of these mannequins also
featured different forms of gags and blindfolds around their heads. The walls
of the room displayed all sorts of whips and paddles. Barbara shuddered at the
sight. Her eyes were agape at the many spectacles on display before them. She
vowed she would try her best to prevent any punishment that might entail the
use of any of these articles of true torture.
A salesman approached and began talking to Cheryl. Barbara did not pay
attention to what was being said. She was busy looking at the displays around
her. She noticed that several of the customers from the front of the store had
followed them and were milling around the mannequins and staring at her. She
blinked and turned her head back towards Cheryl and the salesman.
"To tell you the truth, we have nothing yet." Cheryl was explaining to
the older salesman. "I'm really looking for some items that would be used on
occasions when discipline would be in order. You know, nipple clamps that
adjust to different amounts of pressure, and from which you can hang different
size weights. Also, I'd like something for paddling or whipping that would
smart, but not raise large welts." Cheryl grabbed Barbara's arm and pulled her
to her side. "This is Barbara, my slave..." Cheryl continued. "Her husband
raised an objection at my use of a leather belt on her backside the other night
and I thought I could find something as effective, but that didn't leave such
large marks. I think you can still see where the belt struck in a couple of
places. Turn around, Barbara and show the man your poor ass." Cheryl spun
Barbara around and pushed her head forward so that Barbara was forced to bend
at the waist.
Barbara felt Cheryl lift her skirt hem and tuck it into the waist band
while her other hand lightly ran across her exposed rump. She saw Beth in
front of her with a slight smile on her lips and June to her side with a hand
across her mouth as she giggled uncontrollably. Past them, Barbara noticed that
the eyes of the other customers in the room were now glued to the group of
girls putting a slave on display. Many of the customers were in awe at the
scene and simply stood with mouths opened in amazement. Barbara felt the heat
of the blood rushing to her face as she blushed in embarrassment. She had come
to realize that no matter how well she had prepared herself to expect the
worse, it seemed that the worse she had imagined was never as bad as what
actually took place. She yearned for the salesman to ask the others to leave
the room until he was through with this customer, but he appeared to be in as
much shock as the gawkers were and was completely taken aback by the situation.
"Well, you really can't see them any longer, but if you rub your hand
over her cheeks, you can feel what I'm talking about. Here, feel this?"
Cheryl grabbed the salesman's hand and placed it on Barbara's buttocks. "Just
be careful. She was playing with herself on the way here and I'm afraid she's
gotten herself all excited and wet down there."
Barbara could have died from embarrassment when she heard Cheryl tell the
salesman that story, although it was true. She could feel the cool air against
her wet vagina evaporating the pussy juices. She felt goose bumps form on her
cheeks as the salesman's hand wiped slowly and softly across them. His touch
made even more juices flow from her pussy. She noticed that the rest of the
customers in the room were now completely engrossed in her display. She saw
two businessmen slowly edge their way to the rear of the room in order to get a
better view of her behind. She closed her eyes and hung her head in despair.
The salesman's hand stopped its wandering and Cheryl tugged her into an upright
position once more. She heard the salesman ask Cheryl to wait a moment and he
disappeared into another back room. He returned carrying what looked like a
small whip, but with many ends. He explained to Cheryl that this cat of nine
tails was her best bet. The thin tails produced a stinging bite on even a
gentle slap, while their rounded edges prevented large welts from forming when
swung lightly. Cheryl looked at Barbara and then back to the salesman to
finalize the sale.
For the next 45 minutes Barbara was subjected to gross humiliation as she
was made to try on several different ball gags, nipple clamps, leather panties
with built in dildos and so forth. Her humiliation had become a show for the
growing crowd of customers in the back room and they would whistle and applaud
their approval after each item was demonstrated. When the session ended,
Cheryl had purchased the cat of nine tails, a pair of adjustable nipple clamps
with an assortment of dangling weights, a leather gag which sported a 4 inch
replica of a very thick penis to be inserted in her mouth and panties with a
pair of black dildos built in. The quartet began to leave the shop when
Barbara sensed that her skirt had not been taken out of the waist band. In a
panic, she stopped short.
"Please may I speak, Mistress Cheryl?" Barbara asked in obvious
distress.
"What is it now, Barbara?" Cheryl appeared agitated at the delay.
"I think you forgot to put my skirt back down over my ... ass." Barbara
was careful to use the right word. "May I please arrange it, Mistress Cheryl?"
Cheryl looked at Barbara's backside and laughed. "Yes, go ahead." she
chuckled. "We don't want the whole world to see your pretty little ass. Do
we, Barbara?"
"No, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered as she straightened her skirt.
"Tell me, Barbara. Who do you want to see your ass?" Cheryl looked at
Barbara's eyes with a sly, half grin on her lips.
Barbara was taken aback by the question. She thought for a moment then
lowered her eyes and answered the way she thought Cheryl wanted. "Just you,
Mistress Cheryl."
"Oh, really? You mean you don't want John to see your ass -- your own
husband?" Cheryl was playing the game again and enjoying every moment. "And
how about Beth, after all she's done for you. And June, who was so happy to
see you again? You mean, you would deprive them the pleasure of seeing your
pretty ass?" She looked deeply into Barbara's eyes with a pouting, inquisitive
look.
Barbara never raised her head as she replied. Her full blush was seen by
all in the shop. "No, Mistress Cheryl. I want John and Beth and June to see
my ass, too." she answered in a very low tone, disappointed that she had
answered wrong the first time.
June, who had been standing close alongside Barbara during the exchange,
reached over and grabbed Barbara's chin and lifted her head up to face hers.
"And what about my brother Paul? Wouldn't you like to have him see your ass.
I mean, he once liked you very much and I'm sure it would make his day to see
his Barbara's bare ass. Wouldn't you like to give him the enjoyment he'd get
from seeing it?"
Panic struck Barbara again. How could she answer that question? Having
a teenage boy looking at her naked body was nothing she would ever consent to.
She looked as Cheryl with a pleading expression, hoping that she would dismiss
June's question and spare her the humiliation of having to answer it.
"Well, Barbara? Answer the question. Wouldn't you like to bring such
joy to one of today's youth?" Cheryl was getting excited by this aspect of
Barbara's humiliation. She felt her pussy getting wet just thinking about it.
She stepped closer to Barbara. "Well, answer June, Barbara."
Y... Y... Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I would like to let Paul see my ass
too." At the completion of her answer, June dropped her hand from Barbara's
chin and the beaten woman's head slumped against her chest as she began to sob.
"Well, we'll have to see what we can do to arrange it then." Cheryl said
and turned and continued towards the front door.
Barbara followed Cheryl out of the store to the cheers and clapping of
the spectators. Barbara wondered why Cheryl would spend so much money on these
items when she was moving to Colorado so soon. She remembered John telling her
not to count her chickens, and she thought that perhaps Don had refused the
promotion and transfer. The tears formed but she held them back admirably. The
quartet piled back into the car and sped away leaving behind several people who
would not soon forget what they had witnessed on this day.
"We only have 2 stops left." Cheryl announced. "Anyone feel like lunch?"
Barbara remained silent while Beth and June both agreed that lunch was a
good idea. The car soon pulled into the parking lot of "Les Gourde", a
fashionable restaurant frequented by a mostly upscale clientele. Barbara had
always wanted to eat here, but couldn't justify paying the prices they demanded
for one meal. She would gladly refuse the opportunity to eat here now if it
were possible, but for a different, more obvious, reason.
The group entered the restaurant and were greeted by the stares of all
who noticed them. Barbara wanted to hide behind the elegant draperies. Many
of the patrons looked on in disapproval as the maitre de led them to their
table in a far corner of the main dining area. The dining area was decorated
in pastels and was very brightly lit by fixtures that looked very elegant and
very expensive. The place had a special aurora about it that shouted "class."
The waiter handed them all menus but Cheryl grabbed Barbara's out of her hand
and handed it back to the waiter explaining that Barbara was not very hungry
and would only be having something light which Cheryl would pick out from her
menu. The waiter took back the menu with a raised eyebrow and asked the group
for their cocktail orders. They all followed Cheryl's suit and ordered frozen
strawberry Daiquiris. Cheryl ordered Barbara a beer and asked that it be poured
into a bowl. The waiter again raised an eyebrow and disappeared. A few
moments later he returned with the drinks. He gave each of the others their
cocktail and placed a bowl in front of Barbara. He opened a bottle of beer and
poured in slowly into the bowl. When finished, he laid a soup spoon next to
the bowl and asked if they were ready to order.
Beth spoke first, ordering the house salad, with French dressing, and the
Turkey club. June chose to skip the salad and opted for the open faced steak
sandwich. Barbara's mouth was watering as they ordered. She had not realized
how hungry she was.
"I'll have the roast beef Au jus." Cheryl said. She touched Barbara's
hand and ordered for her. "She'll just have a bowl of the beef broth."
They all handed the menus back to the waiter and watched as he departed.
"A toast." Cheryl raised her glass high and spoke in a loud voice. "To
our dearest Barbara... and all her canine friends."
Barbara blushed and looked down at her bowl. "She would have to bring
that up again." she thought to herself. She heard the glasses clink together
and return to the table.
"Barbara?" Cheryl touched Barbara's hand again. "This lunch is in honor
of your recent show for Mr. Bryant, who, by the way, called and said that he'd
like to use your 'special talents' again when a group of buyer's come to town
for his annual open house. And my neighbor, Jackie, said thank you for taking
such good care of her Rocco. She also asked if you'd be available in the
future. I told them both that we'd have to see how well behaved you are."
"Anyhow," Cheryl continued, "I'm sorry I didn't order you something more
substantial for lunch. I thought that, since you are not allowed to use your
hands to assist you in eating (in keeping with the theme of the lunch), that a
liquid lunch would make it much easier for you. Keep your hands on your lap
and use your tongue to lap up your beer and broth when it comes."
Barbara looked around at the crowded dining room. She had been seated
with her back in the corner and was able to look out across the entire room.
In turn, the entire room could plainly see her, as was evident by the number of
stares she was still receiving. Her face flushed crimson when she lowered her
head to the bowl of beer and began lapping it up as Cheryl ordered.
"I've got to go to the ladies' room." June said as she pushed back her
chair and rose from the table. "Would you like to go with me Cheryl?"
Beth agreed to stay behind and watch Barbara to make sure she drank her
entire bowl of beer while Cheryl and June left for the ladies' room. Lunch was
served soon after the pair returned and they all began eating. The broth was
the most delicious beef broth Barbara had ever tasted. It was a shame that she
would be to embarrassed to ever show her face in here again. She could imagine
what the real food tasted like. Cheryl kept admonishing her to keep lapping
whenever she would stop for a breath and she was soon done with her 'meal'. She
reached for her napkin, but a scowl from Cheryl made her drop it back onto the
table. Beth picked it up and lowered it under the table. Barbara suddenly
felt her vagina being wiped with the fine linen held in Beth's hand. She
looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed what was happening now. As
she expected, several of the patrons were staring under her table and poking
their partners with their elbows to make them aware of what was going on. When
Beth had finished wiping Barbara's pussy, she raised the napkin to Barbara's
face and began wiping the broth from her face and lips. Barbara smelled her own
juices on the cloth and blushed even deeper, much to the delight of many of the
diners and the disgust of the others.
After the girls finished their meal and Cheryl had paid the bill, leaving
a rather large tip for the gracious waiter, they got up to leave. When they
reached the lobby, Barbara had a sudden urge to urinate.
"Please Mistress Cheryl, may I speak?" The blushing girl asked.
"Now what!" Cheryl snapped.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mistress Cheryl, but I have to p..pis real bad.
May I go to the ladies' room, Mistress Cheryl?"
Cheryl looked at Barbara from foot to head. "Of course I'll let you
relieve yourself, Barbara, but not here. Follow me."
The three girls followed Cheryl out of the restaurant into the parking
lot. They walked to the far end and stopped where the pavement ended and the
lawn began.
"This spot will do." Cheryl proclaimed. "Go ahead and relieve yourself,
Barbara."
Barbara looked at the lawn and then to the parking lot. She couldn't
possibly urinate here, in the open, with all these people entering and leaving
the restaurant.
"That's okay, Mistress Cheryl. I don't have to go anymore." She lied.
She didn't know how much longer she could hold it in, but she did know she
couldn't do it here.
Cheryl walked over to Barbara and yanked her hair. "Listen, bitch. You
have to pis and you know it! Now squat right here, right now and pis or we'll
start using some of those goodies we bought earlier immediately!" She released
Barbara's hair and stood tapping her foot.
Barbara starting crying as she inched over to the grass. She looked at
Cheryl one more time before she squatted down and began peeing. June's
giggling increased her shame and made her feel like strangling the little brat
-- something she now wished she had done years ago instead of just thinking
about it. She watched the flowing urine form little streams and trickle down
the sloping lawn onto the pavement. When she was through urinating, Barbara
looked up at the group watching her. Beth, noticing Barbara's dilemma, offered
her a tissue from her purse. Barbara took the tissue and wiped herself before
arising and following the group back to the car. Once they were all inside,
the car started off towards its next adventure.
The car had barely gone 4 blocks before it stopped in front of "Adult
World", an adult novelty shop. Once again the women filed into the shop with
Cheryl leading the way. Barbara followed Cheryl's quick pace to a counter that
had a large assortment of dildos and vibrators on display. Barbara looked
around and noticed that the shop had at least 15 customers, all male, crammed
into its small display area. They all noticed the women come in and were
constantly glancing up from their books to watch them. She blushed deeply as
Cheryl loudly explained to the salesman that her slave had "outgrown" her
present dildos and needed something larger and with more "pizazz." The
salesman proceeded to fill the counter top with dildos of all colors and shapes
which vibrated, got hot, squirted liquids, undulated, squirmed, rotated and
what have you. Cheryl picked out a 12" black lifelike dildo, made of silicone.
It featured a piston built in which made its tip extend and retract at a
variable rate. Barbara looked at the instrument in horror. Its diameter of
about 2 inches looked to big to fit inside her. Nonetheless, Cheryl held it
high in the air and decided it was just right for her and told the salesman
"I'll take it."
Next, Cheryl wanted to look at butt plugs and anal stimulators. The
salesman beckoned the group to another counter and proceeded to lay out another
assortment of grotesque looking devices meant to be used anally. Cheryl chose 2
butt plugs from the group. One looked just like the one that was used on
Barbara by Beth after she had given her the enema a few weeks ago, except it
appeared to be a little larger. The second one was definitely larger than the
first and resembled a penis. Cheryl then looked over the group of probes and
vibrators but couldn't decide on which one she wanted.
"What do you think, Barbara?" She asked. "Which one would give you the
most pleasure when inserted up your ass?"
Cheryl's crude language, and the salesman snapping his head up to look at
her, caused Barbara even more embarrassment. Cheryl knew that having her
choose such a device would humiliate her further. She kept her head low as she
looked over the instruments laid out on the counter. She was unsure of which
one to pick. If she picked the smallest, Cheryl would surely disagree and
choose the largest. She finally decided on one with a handle attached to a
short, bent stem, at the end of which was a slightly thicker tube that
contained the vibrating unit. She pointed it out to Cheryl and the salesman.
"This one, Mistress Cheryl."
"Yes, I kind of liked that one, too. The handle would make it easier for
you to manipulate while you carry on your 'other' activities." Cheryl picked
the vibrator up and studied it before looking at the salesman. "Would you have
this in a larger size?" she asked.
Barbara kept her head down and stared at the counter top. She was much
to embarrassed to face the salesman directly. He reached into a drawer under
the counter and retrieved a larger version of the vibrator and laid it in front
of her. She just nodded her head affirmatively. She knew better than to
disagree with Cheryl's decision.
Having completed their purchases, the girls left the shop and returned to
the car. Barbara was relieved that the purchases had been made without her
having to demonstrate anything as she did in the leather shop. With a little
luck, she thought, the worst part of the day could be over. She glanced at the
clock on the dashboard and noticed the time was 1:00 p.m. "Only 90 minutes to
go" she thought. She felt confident that she could deal with anything for
another 90 minutes. She changed her mind when the car slowed in front of a
tattoo parlor. She froze in her seat and her heart started to beat faster when
the car came to a halt in the parlor's parking lot. "No, no, no." she mumbled
to herself.
"Mistress Cheryl. May I speak?" Her voice displayed a sense of urgency
mixed with panic.
"Go ahead Barbara." Cheryl shrugged.
"Mistress Cheryl, please. I can't get a tattoo. You promised that I
wouldn't be permanently marked. Please, Mistress Cheryl, don't make me get a
tattoo." Barbara started crying.
"Oh, for God's sake, Barbara stop your crying. I promised that no
punishment would leave you permanently marked. I never agreed to anything
else. Besides, I talked to John about what I was planning and he said it would
be okay. Now let's not hear anymore about it! Don't make me have to use all my
new toys so soon. It's getting late, you wouldn't want the kids walking in
while you're getting punished, would you?"
The words rang like a rifle shot in Barbara's ears. She knew Cheryl
wasn't just threatening. She had no doubt that Cheryl would get great pleasure
in humiliating her in front of her children. She wouldn't let that happen, but
she did NOT want a tattoo, either.
"No, Mistress Cheryl. Please have mercy."
Cheryl smiled. "I am showing mercy by not whipping your ass right here
and now. Now stop crying and get your ass out of the car!"
Barbara began to extricate herself from the rear seat, but she could not
make the sobbing stop. She wiped her eyes before entering the shop. Once
inside, she followed Cheryl to the owner standing at the counter. Cheryl told
the owner who she was and that she had made an appointment for this session.
"Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, I have everything ready." The owner said
and looked at Barbara. "Is she the girl you want it done to?"
"That's her." Cheryl replied.
The owner of the shop turned to Barbara and talked very politely to her.
He said that she appeared distraught and perhaps she did not want to have this
done. He advised her he would not do anything if she did not want it done. He
then asked her if she wanted to go through with it. Barbara thought for a
minute before answering "Yes." She wanted to say "no" but knew what would
happen to her for such an act of insubordination. She followed the owner to a
small booth. The owner sat down at a small table and motioned Barbara to take
the seat opposite him. As Barbara sat down, she noticed a small bottle of
alcohol and a small paper cup, which held a gold ring of about 1/2" in
diameter, on the table top.
"Okay, now which one is it to be?" The man asked as he grabbed a cotton
swab and began pouring the alcohol on it.
Barbara had no idea what the man was talking about. She stared back at
him with her lips pursed, ready to ask him what he meant, when Cheryl leaned
over her and unbuttoned her blouse. She pushed the blouse over Barbara's
shoulders and down her arms until Barbara's breasts were complete exposed.
Cheryl cupped her hand under Barbara's left breast and raised it gently.
"I think this one." Cheryl volunteered.
The man swabbed Barbara's nipple with alcohol and picked up a large
needle and poured alcohol over it. Barbara quivered when she realized what was
going to happen and she looked up at Cheryl's face and silently mouthed
"please." As she watched Cheryl smiling at her, she felt the man's hand on her
breast, squeezing the nipple. She winced as she felt the needle being pushed
through her tender breast. When she opened her tear filled eyes, the man was
removing the ring from the alcohol filled cup and pulling it open in
preparation to inserting it into her freshly punctured breast. She watched as
the ring was painfully forced through the hole and snapped into place. She
looked at this latest, more visible, token of her domination by Cheryl.
"Now, you mentioned something about a small tattoo?" The man was asking
Cheryl.
Barbara listened in shock as Cheryl explained to the tattooist that she
wanted a small, red heart with "Cheryl" printed across it. She waited while
the man flipped through the pages of his book until he found what he believed
Cheryl wanted. Cheryl nodded affirmatively and the man reached into the
cabinets behind him and brought out several bottles of ink. He prepared
another cotton swab by dousing it with alcohol.
"Where are we going to put this?" He asked. This time, he ignored
Barbara completely and spoke directly to Cheryl.
Cheryl ordered Barbara to stand up with her back to the man and to bend
forward with hands on the floor and legs spread widely. Barbara hesitated
then, realizing again that resisting would be fruitless, did what she was told.
Cheryl raised her skirt and tucked the hem back into the waistband.
"I'd like it right here." Cheryl touched the spot where she desired the
tattoo be placed.
Barbara felt Cheryl's finger touch her on the small area of skin between
her vagina and rectum. She began crying in embarrassment again. At least, she
thought, no one would be able to see it. She then thought about how she would
be unable to face the doctor for her annual check-up and pap smear, and what if
she were involved in an accident? What kind of woman would they think she was?
Her thoughts continued along those lines as the tattooist worked. The hum of
the machine sending countless needle pricks into flesh and the occasional
wiping by the artist seemed to go on forever. Finally, the ordeal was over.
The man placed a mirror between her legs so that she could see what he had
done. Barbara looked, but her eyes were so full of tears that she saw nothing.
She heard him explain how to care for the tattoo and she took the sample tube
of salve he offered. She heard Cheryl settle the bill with the shop owner. She
heard Beth and June giggling as they talked about the piercing and marking of
her body. She stood up when she was told to do so and, still dazed and
confused, she followed Cheryl out of the store and back into the car. She saw
and heard all that went on during the last 15 minutes, or so, but Barbara saw
only images and heard only sounds. Her mind refused to focus on anything going
on around her. She only thought of the ring in her nipple and the permanent
marking carved between her legs. She thought of how she had fallen to this.
During the ride home Barbara started to regain control of her thoughts
again. She was teased and made to display her nipple and tattoo to Beth and
the giggling June. She noticed how tender and concerned Beth had been during
her examination while June was more like Cheryl, cold and domineering.
Barbara, who once disliked and feared Beth, had suddenly developed a genuine
liking towards her. She knew Beth was a lesbian, of course, but, after all she
had done these past few weeks, lesbianism had come to be accepted by her -- not
that she liked it. No, she still detested the thought of licking another
woman's vagina, but it no longer caused her stomach to turn.
The car slowed down and pulled into the driveway of a private house.
June opened the door and got out.
"Thanks a lot, Cheryl. I really had a blast today." The teenager was
all smiles and excited as she talked. "Don't forget to tell her."
"Your welcome, June. No I won't forget, just don't YOU forget the
rules." Cheryl replied.
"Not to worry. I wouldn't do anything that would mess up this
arrangement." June turned her attention to the back seat. "So long Beth.
Nice meeting you. And Barbara. It was so nice to see you again. Good bye for
now I'll see you again, soon." June shut the door and hurriedly walked up to
the house as the car backed out the drive.
"If I have anything to do with it, you'll never see me again." Barbara
said to herself as she watched June disappear into the house. She wondered
what June had reminded Cheryl to tell her. It didn't matter. It was 2:20 and
her ordeal for today was over. She would soon be back to being mom again and
looked forward to seeing her children come home from school. People who truly
loved her and lavished that love on her. She needed that now. At the past
sessions, John had been there and, although he did very little physically to
comfort her, his presence and loving looks would provide Barbara with the
strength she needed to go on.
A deep sigh escaped Barbara's lips as the car pulled to a halt in her
driveway. She waited for Cheryl's permission to get out and hoped on hope that
she and Beth would not want to come in. Cheryl twisted around in her seat and
spoke directly to Barbara.
"Well that's all the fun for today, Barb. Did you have as good a time as
we had?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara lied. Then, to her surprise, Barbara
blurted out "I just wish I didn't have to get a tattoo, Mistress Cheryl. It
hurt so bad, and I feel so ashamed about it." After it came out, Barbara
wished she could take it back. She had come so far, she hoped she hadn't
spoiled it and cause Cheryl to get angry and punish her in front of the kids
coming home.
"You'll get over it. Besides, no one will ever see it unless you or I
want them to." Cheryl dismissed Barbara's protest without even a threat of
punishment. "Listen, during lunch June asked if she could bring Paul over to
see you. I told her she could BUT she couldn't come before 10 a.m. and had to
be out by 1. I figure that would give you plenty of time to get your housework
done and still leave them enough time to play. You will do whatever they ask,
but they are not to punish you. They will report any misbehavior to me and I
will determine if punishment is justified. You will prepare the enema she'll
give you. I told her one and a half quarts maximum. They'll be here tomorrow
at ten. Be ready and answer the door completely nude. I also told her no more
pictures. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara was devastated by that news. How could
she ever let a pair of teenagers -- who she once baby-sat -- boss her around
and make her do any disgusting sex act they could think of. As if the rest of
the day wasn't enough to degrade her and make her lie awake tonight with
thoughts of disgrace, this would be enough to make sure she spent the night
worrying.
"Just be sure you do as told and you'll be okay. After all, they're only
kids. What could they possibly demand of you that you haven't already done?
Come up front and give me a kiss good bye." Cheryl slid from under the
steering wheel and placed one leg on the seat.
Barbara knew where Cheryl expected to be kissed. It was getting to be
routine. She looked around to make sure no neighbors were around before she
got out of the back and got into the front of the car. Cheryl hiked her skirt
up and Barbara knelt on the floor and began licking her pussy. She was amazed
at how wet Cheryl was and hoped she would not be expected to bring her to
orgasm out in the open like this. As she was licking, Barbara thought she
noticed the blinds of the neighbors house move. She slouched lower and buried
her head deeper in Cheryl's legs. Finally, Cheryl's legs closed and Barbara's
head came up. She could feel the pussy juice all over her lips and cheeks.
She got up and exited the car.
"Good bye, Mistress Cheryl. Good bye, Mistress Beth." She said.
Barbara waited for them to return her good bye before she turned and walked
into the house.
**************
Barbara barely finished cleaning herself up and changing clothes when the
kids popped through the door. For now, her world was normal again. She did not
have any time left to worry about June and Paul or her aching nipple and
tattoo. She kept busy making snacks, breaking up little spats, preparing
dinner and all the things she had done for 7 years. Things she loved doing for
people she loved. As she watched the kids drink their milk and watch the
afternoon comics on TV, she thanked God that they did not have to come home to
the scene of their mother nude and being spanked. She walked into the living
room and gave them both a big hug and told them she loved them.
John arrived home just as dinner was done. He only had time to wash up
and sit down at the table before Barbara started serving. He looked at his
wife and wondered how her day had gone. They never spoke of the sessions with
Cheryl while the kids were home and awake. Cheryl had told him of her plans to
have Barbara's nipple pierced and a little tattoo put on her. At first he
objected but Cheryl showed him pictures of women with rings in their nipples,
labia, nose and even tongues and they did not seem bothered by them. Cheryl
also promised that the tattoo would done in a place where nobody would notice
and would be very small. She did not tell him what the tattoo would look like
and he was dying to see where it was placed and what it was, if she had gotten
one at all. Barbara gave no indication that she was in any pain, in fact, she
seemed more cheerful than she had been in a long time.
Barbara finished putting the dinner on the table and sat down to eat.
She smiled at John, but a tear formed in her eye and she stretched her blouse
tight over her breast to show John the outline of the ring placed there. He
looked at the ring, then her face, but said nothing. She was dying to tell him
about her day and how embarrassed she was. She also wanted to ask him why he
gave permission to Cheryl to have this done to her. At that instant, she found
it very easy to hate him for going along with Cheryl in her plan to mutilate
her. That impulse passed quickly as she realized that John was a kind, peaceful
man who hated to make waves. She thought for a moment then came to the
conclusion that John was a wimp in front of women -- but he was her wimp and
she loved him.
The rest of the evening was spent cleaning the house and caring for the
kids while John worked in the basement. His finishing of the basement was
something he had started almost a year ago and was now nearing completion.
Barbara couldn't wait for the kid's playroom and her laundry room to be done.
It would give them so much more room in the main part of the house. Finally,
it was time to tuck the kids into bed, a task Barbara cherished. When they
were all snug and sound asleep, Barbara stepped into the bathroom to take care
of herself.
Barbara emerged from the hot shower and toweled herself off. She
couldn't resist grabbing the hand mirror and looking at the tattoo. She would
be able to tolerate it a lot better, she thought, if "Cheryl" wasn't inscribed
through the damn thing. The placing of her tormentor's name in that spot made
her feel like some cheap biker slut. That is probably the exact effect Cheryl
wanted to accomplish, she told herself. She looked at her nipple with the ring
dangling through it. There was hardly any pain at all coming from it. To be
sure, she was tender there, especially if she pulled on the ring slightly, but
to her amazement, under normal circumstances she barely noticed it. The good
news was that the ring could easily be removed and, she assumed, the hole would
close like the hole in an ear when no earring had been inserted for a period of
time. She slipped into her robe and walked into the bedroom where she sprawled
out on the bed and watched TV while she waited for John. She soon heard the
shower running and knew John would be coming to bed momentarily.
John walked into the bedroom completely nude, as usual, after he took a
shower. Barbara watched him while he walked over to the bed. She looked at his
cock sway from side to side with each step he took and a yearning came over
her. When he laid down on the bed next to her, Barbara opened her robe and
completely exposed her body to him. She said not a word as he leaned on one
elbow and examined the ring.
"Well, it's not as bad as I thought. In fact, I think it looks kinda
sexy on you." John said as his finger lightly traced circles around Barbara's
nipple. "Does it hurt?"
"Not so much now, but it hurt like hell when he put the hole through it."
Barbara watched John's finger and watched as her nipple began to stand erect.
A wave of excitement came over her when she saw his dick begin to twitch and
grow. "It doesn't hurt nearly as bad as the other thing."
"What other thing?" John asked. He looked at Barbara's body from head
to toe and didn't see the tattoo he had expected, but, judging from Barbara's
statement, it was there somewhere. He guessed it was on her butt and she'd
have to roll over to let him see it.
"This other thing!" Barbara's legs sprung wide open.
John looked at both of her thighs before noticing the tattoo. He had
never seen a tattoo placed there before. Cheryl was right. It was small --
barely an inch square, and it sure wouldn't be noticed by a casual observer.
He lowered his head to read the writing and felt his face turn red. He wasn't
sure whether the reaction was from his embarrassment of allowing Cheryl to do
this to his wife or from hatred of Cheryl for having the audacity to have her
name put on the tattoo.
"Son of a BITCH!" He exclaimed. He looked at Barbara, who had begun to
cry. He moved up the bed and cradled her head in his hands and kissed her
lightly. "I'm sorry, honey. She told me a small tattoo placed where no one
would see it. I expected a rose or something on your butt. I never expected
this. THAT BITCH!"
Barbara stifled her tears and looked at John's eyes. She believed him.
She saw from his reaction that he was as hurt as she was by the tattoo on her
body. She lifted her head and returned his kiss.
"John, do you remember that bratty little June I used to baby sit?" She
asked. She had to find out for herself just how much John knew about today's
plans.
"Yeah. The spoiled little 'know-it-all'. She had a brother, didn't she?
Yeah, I remember her. What about her?" John wondered what made Barbara bring
her name up.
"Well, she came along with us today. She is just as big a smart ass
today as she was back then." Barbara went on to fill John in on the entire
day's occurrences. She left nothing out -- not the enema to start the day, not
the dildo sucking in the car, not the luncheon without utensils nor the peeing
in the parking lot afterwards. She recalled each incident in great detail. As
she talked, she noticed John's cock getting bigger and bigger. She realized
that relating the day's events to him was making him horny. It was hard for
her to believe that as much as he loved her, and she truly believe he loved
her, he could get sexually excited by her being forced to commit such
disgusting things. It may have been hard to believe, but it was becoming more
and more evident with each word she spoke. Before she could finish, John was
on top of her. He smothered her with kisses and caressed her with kind,
whispering words. She wanted him now. She needed him. She forgot all about
the tattoo and nipple ring as he entered her. The love- making was mutually
intensive and sincere. It ended with them both climaxing at the same time,
something that rarely occurred. When it was over, John rolled off her and lay
staring at the ceiling completely exhausted.
Barbara stared into space as she told John about June and Paul's planned
visit the next day. She told him how humiliated and dirty she felt about the
prospects of such a visit. As she told him her fears of what they might demand
of her, his hand reached for hers. He whispered in her ear she should not
worry and, after all she's been through, it would be easy. He patted her arm
and went to sleep. Barbara continued to worry and stare into the darkness.
She didn't know at what time she fell asleep, but it was hours later.
************
Barbara poured herself another glass of milk with the hope it would
settle her stomach. She knew it wouldn't help, but she gulped it down anyway.
The sickness in her stomach and her shaking hands were caused by anxiety. She
sat nude at the kitchen table and watched the clock slowly tick its way to 10
o'clock. She went over to the sink and was rinsing the empty glass when she
heard a car pull into her drive and the sound of 2 doors slamming. She took a
deep breath and said out loud "This is it." as she started towards the back
door. Her trembling hand turned the knob and swung the door open.
"Good morning, Barbara." June said as she led her grown brother past
Barbara and into the house. "Paul was so excited when I showed him your
picture and told him about today that he just couldn't wait to get here."
Barbara did not respond to June's comments as she closed the door and
followed them into the kitchen. She would never have recognized Paul. Over
the years he had grown beyond her expectations. He had to be at least 6' tall
and had developed a very muscular build. Barbara guessed that he was involved
in school sports. She noticed the tightness of his body, particularly his rear
end, and remembered her high school days when everyone looked like that. When
he turned around to face her, she also noticed a decided bulge in his pants.
Her head jerked up and she saw that his face still sported the features of a
child. His curly blond hair, bright green eyes and boyish grin looked out of
place on that body. She remained silent and waited for one of them to say
something.
"Hi, Barbara. It's good to see you again." Paul stammered, in obvious
discomfort. "It's been quite a while since we've seen each other. You look
good."
"Hello, Paul. Thank you." Barbara replied. She smiled at the teen's
choice of words. His eyes walked over her naked body a thousand times as he
spoke. She found some solace in the fact he found her still good looking.
"Yes, it has been a long time. You look all grown up and pretty good yourself.
What have you been up to lately?" Barbara hoped the casual questioning would
delay the inevitable domination of her by June and thought that perhaps it
would serve to get on Paul's good side, so to speak.
"Enough of the bullshit small talk!" June snapped. She was getting
irritated by the delay and couldn't wait to demonstrate her control to her baby
brother. "You'd better get your role here straight. From now on it's
'Mistress June' and 'Master Paul'! Now get that enema ready so we can get on
with it!"
"Yes, Mistress June." Barbara was stunned by June's tone. She scampered
to the bathroom and retrieved the enema kit. Without stopping, she measured
out a quart of warm water and poured it into the bag before offering it to
June.
"A little light here, aren't we? I distinctly remember Cheryl telling me
a quart AND a half. Now get it right!" June shoved the bag back towards
Barbara.
Barbara shivered as she added the additional water to the bag. She
realized she was in for it today. June was much more sardonic and sadistic
then she had imagined. She handed the bag back to June and bent over the table
with legs spread wide when June ordered. She waited while June called Paul
over and pointed out the tattoo in her crotch. Another order from June had
Barbara reach back and spread her cheeks to expose her rectum to the teenagers.
At the last minute, June had decided that Barbara should lubricate her rectum
with her own saliva. Embarrassed, Barbara put her finger in her mouth and
collected the saliva which she deposited on her rear opening. Dissatisfied
with the results, June ordered her to get more and put it inside. Barbara
began to cry again as she returned the finger to her mouth and then back to her
anus where she inserted it and worked it around. When she pulled her finger
out, she felt the large douche nozzle roughly jammed in its place and the warm
water begin to fill her bowels. After the bag emptied June had her place her
finger back into her ass to hold back the flow.
"It seems the tides have turned, Barbara." June spoke directly into
Barbara's ear. "You never knew how much I despised your authority over me back
then, but, before the day is over, you're gonna find out what I felt like. Now
go relieve yourself and report back to the living room!"
Barbara ran into bathroom and sat on the toilet. Fear, instilled by
June's last words, gripped her entire body as she sat there. She knew she had
to face whatever June had in mind or face the wrath of Cheryl. She decided
that facing June might be the easier of the two, especially since Paul was
present. If he was still the good kid that he once was, he wouldn't allow his
sister to really harm her. She flushed the toilet and cleaned herself up
before leaving the room.
When Barbara walked into the living room, June ordered her to lay across
the coffee table with legs spread and play with herself. Barbara tearfully
obeyed and positioned herself on the table and began fingering her pussy. She
was temporarily blinded when June turned on a lamp and positioned the shade in
a manner that directed the light to the area between her legs. She saw Paul
move over and kneel down between her knees as he watched. Embarrassed, she
closed her eyes. A stinging slap to side of Barbara's face made her open them
again.
"Keep your eyes open, bitch! I want you aware of everything that's going
to happen to you." June said.
Barbara continued to masturbate with her eyes open, but filled with
tears. She followed each of June's directions. She had to move her hand
faster, use more fingers, use her other hand to spread her pussy lips so Paul
would get a better view. When June became bored with watching her playing with
her pussy, she had to use one hand on her pussy and the other to probe her ass.
It was totally degrading. Barbara had a plain view of the clock and each time
she looked at it, the hands didn't appear to have moved. She heard June ask
Paul a question and the next thing she knew Paul's dick was dangling over her
face. He lowered himself until the large, young cock knocked against her lips.
She opened her mouth and took him in. As she sucked Paul's dick and played
with her pussy and ass, Barbara heard some rustling from June's direction.
"That's enough foreplay. Get on your knees and come over here and suck
my titties."
Barbara looked at the direction the voice came from and saw June had
stripped naked and was half sitting, half lying on the sofa. She crawled over
to her and began to lick and suck each of her tits. As she sucked, she felt
Paul fingering her vagina and anus. It surprised her when her hips started to
move backwards towards his probing hands seeking even deeper penetration. She
became aware of June's hands now on the top of her head swirling her hair
between the young girls fingers. She felt the first faint pangs of the orgasm
building inside her and moaned softly as she licked. As her hips increased the
pace of their undulations, Barbara felt the hands on her head exerting gently
pressure, pushing her lips downward. She needed no further orders or coaxing.
She allowed her body to take full control of her actions in spite of the
objections in her mind. She worked her tongue down across June's stomach and
her lips kissed their way to the spot between the teen's legs that they were
seeking. The probing hands behind her stopped and she was about to ask Paul
not to stop when she felt the tip of his penis press against the lips of her
vagina. With a backward motion of her hips, she forced Paul's cock into her.
Her cravings would soon be over. The hands on her head tightened their grip
and pressed her mouth harder against June's pussy. Barbara's mind kept telling
her that this physical thing would be over soon but she'd have to feel the
shame and the guilt for the rest of her life. She knew it was true, but she
was at the point where she had no control over her body. She lapped deeper and
harder and the dick inside her worked quicker and stronger. She knew that all
three of them would soon find the bliss they were after.
Afterwards, after Paul's cock spewed its semen deep inside her womb and
June's orgasm filled her mouth with the sweet nectar of woman, Barbara lay
motionless and exhausted with her lips still pursed against June's vagina and
her butt still high in the air. Paul had collapsed in a heap on the floor
while his sister still had her eyes closed and her fingers busied themselves
playing with Barbara's hair.
It was June who began stirring first. She awoke from her kittenish dream
to become the lion she had been before. Her crude language and stern voice
frightened even Paul. Barbara was first forced to lie on the floor with her
legs spread apart in front of June while June worked her foot into Barbara's
vagina. Then Barbara was made to lick Paul's semen from the dripping foot. It
didn't take Barbara long to realize that June was a natural when it came to
degrading and humiliating any willing, or coerced, victim within her control.
When June ordered Barbara to get a dildo, she went into a tirade when Barbara
told her she had none. June stomped to the refrigerator and returned with a
variety of vegetables, hot dogs and sausages which she forced Barbara to insert
into her pussy and ass. The rest of the afternoon was spent with Barbara
blushing and crying as she performed every perverted act June could think of.
Her tongue had licked June's and Paul's assholes, pussy, cock, balls, even the
soles of June's shoes. Her poor vagina and rectum had been used by hands,
feet, bananas, carrots, ears of corn, and the Polish Kielbasa she had planned
to serve for dinner. June was still barking orders when Barbara heard the
clock strike one. As if on cue, she stopped what she was doing and stood up.
"It is now 1 o'clock. I want you two to leave my house NOW!" Still
red-faced and in tears, Barbara watched as June and Paul jumped for their
clothes and hurriedly dressed before running out the door. Their response even
surprised Barbara who finally felt good seeing someone else jump to her
commands. When they were gone, she washed up and began to straighten the house
in preparation of her beloved, normal, evening with John and the kids.
***************
Barbara waited until they were again in bed for the night before she
recounted the events of the day to John. Again she noticed John getting an
erection as she told him of the tortures she went through. Just like the night
before, when she had finished her story John rolled on top of her. Tonight,
though, Barbara wanted nothing to do with sex. She told John she was not in
the mood but he paid no attention to her. She had never refused him when he
wanted sex before and decided that she wouldn't start now. She lied there like
a log until he was through and had rolled off of her.
"You know, John, sometimes you're a real pig." She said as she rolled
over onto her side with her back to him.
"I'm sorry, Barb. I just get so excited listening to you." John's
apology fell on deaf ears. He decided now would be as good a time as any to
tell her. "Look, Barb. There's something I've got to tell you...."
Barbara listened, at first in disbelief and then in horror, as John told
her of Cheryl's plans for the future. When he was through, she said nothing.
She stared at the wall and began crying. She cried until there were no more
tears left to cry and the sun began to rise.
