MD 4
CH 8
Cathy came home from college one weekend and brought Sue. Sue ran to
Rose and kissed her on the lips. Rose, torn between laughter and dismay, kissed
her briefly, then gently disengaged herself. Cathy kissed her mom on the cheek
as a proper daughter should.
"What have you two been up to," Rose asked.
"Sex," Cathy said, matter of factly.
"Kinky sex," Sue added.
"I'm sorry I asked," Rose said.
"We've been tying each other in our dorm room," Sue said. "We take turns
each night."
"Yeah, but we have to be careful and not get too loud," Cathy said. "We
don't want everybody in the dorm to know that we're lesbians."
"We aren't lesbians," Sue said, self righteously. "We're bi sexual. We
only each eat other because there's no one else to tie us up." She looked at
Rose meaningfully.
"I'm glad you cleared that up," Rose laughed. "I'd hate to think my own
daughter is a lesbian."
"You mean on top of being a slave and a slut, and a masochist?" Cathy
asked.
"You forgot nymphomaniac," her mother said.
"Yeah, but that runs in the family."
"That's true," her mother conceded. "Which is enough for a nineteen year
old."
"Give me time," Cathy said. "I'm sure I'll learn more as I get older."
"Speaking of machochists," Sue said to Rose. "I'm in a masochistic mood.
How about letting Cathy tie you and me together?"
"Haven't you had enough for one day?" Cathy asked laughing.
"Nope."
"What have you done today?" Rose asked.
"She rode all the way here tied up," Cathy answered.
"Yes, She tied me in the car with my knees apart and played with my
pussy all the way here," Sue said.
"Poor thing," Rose laughed.
"Yeah!" Sue said heatedly. "But she wouldn't let me come. Every time I
got close, she pulled her hand away."
Cathy smiled. "She is pretty horny, Mom."
Sue knelt beside Rose and kissed her foot. "Can we be tied together?
Please?"
"Oh, I don't know," Rose said, pretending reluctance. "I have so many
things to do. I planned to clean house tonight."
"I'll clean your house later," Sue said. "But please let's get tied up
now?"
"Oh, , , all right," Rose said in mock resignation.
"What about Dad?" Cathy asked, as she tied her mother to the bed. "Where
is he?"
"He's chauffeuring some guests for the master. They are going to dinner
and a show tonight," Rose said. "He won't be home till quite late."
"How come you aren't part of the evening's entertainment?" Cathy asked.
"They aren't that kind of guest," her mother said. "Not everyone the
master entertains is into torturing women."
"Oh."
"My wrists are too loose, tighten them and tie Sue on top of me."
Cathy tied Sue to her mother, then tightened each buckle another notch.
She peered down at her mother, whose tongue was already inside Sue's pussy. Rose
winked at her daughter. Cathy patted Sue on the butt, then left the room.
The following morning Sue kept her promise to clean house. She waited
until Scott left, then stripped naked and buckled herself into cuffs and a
collar and began dusting. Cathy added a hobble and pair of high heels to Sue's
ensemble, then followed her around flicking Sue with a riding cop and barking
orders at her, until Rose decided to put Cathy into bondage and made her help.
Then she followed them both with the riding crop.
Cathy and Sue begged Rose to get Sue into the master's torture room.
Despite all their previous activities, Rose still felt hesitant to place Sue in
the hands of the master's men. She told Sue of the many times when her torture
sessions had resulted in days of painful recovery and long lasting welts and
bruises. Unfortunately, this excited Sue so much that her face took on a
distant, glassy eyed expression, and she began masturbating in front of Rose and
Cathy.
"You're wasting your time trying to scare her off Mom, Cathy said as
they watched Sue rubbing her pussy. "I told all about the time the butler caned
you so hard you couldn't walk, all it does is make her horny."
Reluctantly, Rose telephoned the master and told him about Sue. He too
was hesitant about bringing a young girl into his home. Cathy and Sue listened
as Rose talked to him and Sue, unable to restrain herself grabbed the phone from
Rose and begged him to torture her. Rose struggled to retrieve the phone and
after a brief tussle, wrested it away from Sue. Embarrassed, Rose apologized to
the master, but he was laughing when she got back on the line, and told her to
bring Sue, Cathy, and herself to his house that night.
Scott's face grew red when he arrived home and was informed that he was
to drive his wife and daughter to the master's for an evening of sex.
"What about Cathy's roommate?" he demanded, "What is she going to think
when she sees you walking out wearing nothing but bondage things?"
"Actually, she's going with us, Dad." Cathy told him.
Scott glared at his wife.
"Its not Mom's fault," Cathy said. "I told Sue about me and Mom being
slaves a long time ago."
"That's just great!"
"And uh, , , she and I have been sort of practicing together in our room
at school." Cathy decided not to tell her father what they had already done in
the house.
Scott glared at his wife and daughter for a moment, then stomped away.
When the time came to leave, Sue was so excited she couldn't stand
still. She ran down the stairs naked and waited impatiently for Scott to buckle
Rose and Cathy into their restraints. He was still angry and yanked the straps
tight on his wife and daughter. They yelped and squeaked, but their nipples
rose. When it was Sue's turn, he buckled them on her more gently. She looked up
at him, her face pink with excitement.
"Would you make my cuffs really tight too?" she asked, "I like them
tight."
"Have you worn these kind of things before?" he asked.
"Yes sir, many times."
"Have you any idea what's going to happen to you?" he asked her.
"Oh God, yes," she said, her nipples perking up.
He shook his head in resignation.
Scott clipped leashes to their collars and started to lead them out the
door. Sue stopped him.
"Mister Rhodes?"
"What is it?"
"Don't forget my pussy chain."
CH 9
Sue gasped when they were led into the master's torture room. Her eyes
were wide and bright as she took in the harnesses, racks, crosses, hoists and
whipping horses.
Mister Richards had the guards tie her to a kneeling post, then he sat a
chair in front of her and talked to her a long time, warning her, questioning
her, giving her many opportunities to back out. She steadfastly told him that
she wanted to stay and begged him to teach her to be a good slave. Finally he
gave up and ordered the torture to begin.
Leaving Sue kneeling, he had Rose hoisted upside down with her legs wide
apart, then he told the butler to demonstrate his skill with the cane.
Rose was screaming within minutes. There was no warm up, the cane
slashed into her pussy savagely dozens of times. The master left Rose ungagged
so Sue could hear her screams. When after half an hour Rose fainted, she was
lowered to the floor and her daughter hoisted in her place. Cathy too was soon
shrieking in pain. Sue never took her eyes from them. As she watched them caned
to insensibility, her face took on a look of pure lust. Her eyelids lowered, her
mouth parted, her breasts rose and fell, she wriggled in her bonds.
"Do you wish to leave?" the master asked her quietly. She shook her head
without taking her eyes off Cathy's writhing body.
"When will it be my turn?"
Cathy didn't faint, but her screams finally died to tiny squeaking
whimpers. The master had her lowered to the floor and ordered the butler to
hoist Sue in her place.
Sue experienced a tiny orgasm when her legs were pulled apart and
buckled to the hoist bar. The butler was ordered to go lightly on her, but he
was unable to restrain putting a few smart blows on her pussy. Sue orgasmed
within minutes and the men in the room were treated to the incredible animal
sounds she made when coming. Her body thrashed wildly beneath the bar and her
growls, roars and screaming moans echoed off the walls.
"Goddam!" whispered one of the guards. "This little girl is something!"
His companion nodded, awed by the sight.
Sue's violent orgasmic convulsions startled even the sadistic butler,
who paused. Sue's eyes flew open and looked at him accusingly. "Why did you
stop, you bastard?" she screamed. "More, hit me more!"
The butler complied.
Rose had recovered from her faint, and lay on the floor watching. The
master bent over her. They looked at Sue, then their eyes met and both shrugged.
The master lifted her to her feet. She leaned shakily against him as he walked
her to a whipping horse and bent her over it. One of the guards strapped Cathy
to a horse beside her mother and slid his cock inside her. The master began
fucking Rose.
Sue was screaming through her fourth or fifth orgasm when she noticed
what was happening to Rose and Cathy. She stopped writhing, her screams stilled,
as she stared at the cocks pumping in and out of their pussies. The sight sent
her over the edge.
Sue went wild, she thrashed like a fish on a line. She came and came and
came, and her screams penetrated the walls of the house, startling Scott waiting
in the car, and the guard chatting with him. Both looked at each other, then ran
into the house. They ran toward the torture room, then the guard slowed and
motioned Scott to the observation room. From there Scott winced to see his wife
and daughter being fucked side by side.
Sue was being lowered to the floor. As soon as her back came to rest, the
butler was atop her, thrusting his cock inside her. She looked unconscious, but
when the butler's cock entered her pussy, her eyes flew open and she looked at
his with an expression of pure lust. Scott clearly read her lips as she spoke to
the butler.
"Fuck me to death, you old bastard," she said.
The guard with Scott sagged against the wall with relief. "Damn, I
thought somebody was being killed in here," he whispered. "She screams louder
than your wife."
Scott said nothing. His eyes had returned to his wife and daughter. The
master had spurted into Rose's pussy and was putting his cock in her mouth so
she could lick it clean. Another guard was just thrusting his cock in her
rectum. His daughter's eyes were closed but a faint smile played on her mouth as
another man fucked her.
"Looks like we got a new slave girl," the guard with Scott said, as they
let themselves out of the observation booth. "Another nymphomaniac."
"Yeah, and she'll probably move into my house with the other two," Scoot
said gloomily.
Finding that his fears for Sue were ungrounded, the master let loose all
restrictions. The guards and the butler fucked them for hours. To her delight,
Sue was tied to a whipping horse beside Rose and Cathy. She enjoyed repeated
fuckings and spankings, and never took her eyes off Rose. Rose turned to her
from time to time and smiled encouragingly, but was too preoccupied to give much
thought to anything but what was happening inside her pussy and ass.
The session went into the early morning hours. Scott was asleep in the
car when the guards emerged from the house carrying the slaves. Rose was awake,
but both Cathy and Sue were unconscious.
Scott opened the door and the guards placed the women in the car. Rose fell
asleep before they were out of the driveway.
At home Scott carried them inside one by one. He put Rose in bed, then
returned for Cathy and Sue. He lowered Sue in her bed, but when he brought Cathy
upstairs, Sue was lying in his bed beside his wife. Disgusted, he placed Cathy
in bed, then went back to lock up the car. He wasn't really surprised when he
returned and found Cathy in bed with Rose and Sue. They were sound asleep.
Scott looked down at the naked women in his bed. He took out his cock
and masturbated. When he spurted onto the sheets, his daughter opened her eyes
for a moment.
"Good night, Daddy," she said sleepily and closed her eyes.
None of the slaves were moving very fast the next day. Every step was
accompanied with groans. Sue had great difficulty walking, and spent most of the
day face down in Rose's bed. Rose rubbed lotion into Sue's welts, which turned
the girl on, and despite her injuries, she begged to eat Rose's pussy. Cathy
heard them and peeked in, then had to divert her father who started up the
stairs. She pleaded with him to look at her car, which she claimed was running a
little rough.
Scott couldn't find anything wrong with the car, and when he went
upstairs half an hour later his wife and their house guest were asleep.
That evening at dinner Sue asked if they could go the master's house
again that evening. Rose had to make it very clear to Sue that she was a slave
now, and slaves never made demands on the master. They had to wait to be
summoned. Sue pouted and was only cheered up when Rose agreed to tie her and
Cathy together in Cathy's bed for the night.
CH 10
The master kept his promise and had a dungeon built for Rose in the
basement of his house. He told Scott to bring her for a night's torture, but
informed him that his wife would be staying the night and there was no need for
him to wait. Scott delivered her naked and tightly bound, and wearing five inch
heels. She was blindfolded and on a short hobble, and wore a new collar which
was so high and stiff that her chin was forced upward.
The collar had been delivered to her desk that morning. She took into
the ladies' room and tried it on. It forced her head back so much that she was
looking at the ceiling, She had to tilt her whole body sideways just to see
herself in the mirror. She removed it and put it away until the evening, but
tried it on several more times during the day.
The collar had been custom ordered by the master, and was so tight that
Rose sprinkled her neck liberally with baby powder before asking her husband to
lock it on her.
"Can you breathe in this thing?" Scott asked, as he prepared her for the
evening.
"Yes, that's not a problem," Rose said. "But I can't see where I'm
going."
"That doesn't matter," Scott said. "You'll be blindfolded anyway."
"True."
"I think you might have trouble sucking cocks, in it," Scott said,
sarcastically.
"Oooh, you may be right," she said. "Even on my knees my head is tipped
too far back." She considered the matter. She baby stepped into the living room,
shuffling in the tight hobble.
"Lay me on my stomach on the coffee table," she said. "I want to try
something."
Scott lowered her onto the table.
"This will be ok," she said. "As long as my body is horizontal I can
suck just fine. If he wants my mouth he'll have to put me on a whipping horse or
the bed."
The master was waiting at the top of the driveway when they arrived. He
watched Rose struggle out of the car and totter precariously in her high heels.
He took her leash from Scott and led her toward the house. Scott watched his
wife jiggle as she minced across the pavement. She had difficulty climbing the
steps until the master gave her a few sound whacks across her thighs with a
riding crop. She squealed and tried to lift a foot to the first step. The master
said something in her ear and smacked her butt with the crop. Rose took a deep
breath, bent her knees, and hopped up the step. She teetered for a moment, then
spurred by another crack on her butt, hopped to the next step. Her breasts
bounced delightfully, and the guard at the door grinned as he watched.
Rose was panting when she finally reached the top step. The guard
whispered something to the master, who laughed and nodded. The guard picked Rose
up, carried her back down the steps, and told her to hop up the stairs again.
She giggled the whole way the second time. The master tugged on her leash and
she hopped into the house. She was still giggling as she disappeared through the
door.
The master led Rose past the torture room to the stairs at the back of
the house. He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her down stairs. At the
bottom, he set her on her feet and removed her blindfold. She smiled in delight
as he led her through the dungeon.
The walls were covered in rough stone, and set with rings high and low.
The lighting was low and indirect. The corridor held a row of four cells,
equipped with prison bars. The first cell had a small sign over the door. It was
her name in gold letters on a ebony black background. She was very flattered.
The master led her into the cell. It held a larger bed than she
expected, and a tiny bathroom, which was screened by view by a wall. Rings were
in place in the ceiling and walls and around the edges of the bed.
"Is this satisfactory?" the master asked.
"Yes sir, very satisfactory," she said. "But when I was at Mister
Sowell's dungeon, the bathroom was in full sight of the guards."
"I decided to make a small concession to decency," the master said.
"Even a slave deserves some privacy at times, especially if she lives in a cell
like this all her life."
Rose's heart leapt. "Are you going to keep me here the rest of my life?"
she whispered.
"Its crossed my mind," he said. "But we have to give it a lot more
thought."
"What would I do here," she asked.
"Eat, sleep, and wait to be punished. I rather like the idea of having
you here when I want you," he said. "Of course, you'd also be available to my
staff and guests."
"Oh, my God," she thought, "Could I live in a dungeon the rest of my
life, with nothing to do but be tortured and fucked?" Her pussy throbbed and her
nipples burned. "Damn right I could!"
A thought intruded; "But what about my daughter and husband?"
"There are extra cells," the master said. "One for your daughter and
another for her friend. They could live here permanently, if they choose, or
come for visits."
"What about my husband?"
"I suppose I would have to find out his asking price for you," the
master said.
"What if he asks too much?"
"I would pay the price," he said simply.
She blinked back tears of happiness. "Can I ask you something?"
"Certainly."
She pressed her breasts against the cell bars and rubbed them back and
forth. "Can we use my cell tonight? That bed needs to be broken in, and I need
desperately for you to fuck me."
The master tied her to the bed and fucked her silly. Then he chained her
to the wall and summoned one of the guards and instructed him to whip her until
she screamed her loudest, then he walked up stairs.
Mister Richards had the walls and ceiling of the dungeon soundproofed,
and he walked around the house checking to see if Rose's screams could be heard.
When he was satisfied that they could not, he returned to the dungeon and
watched the remainder of her whipping. He rewarded the guard by having Rose suck
his cock, then sent him away. Mister Richards whipped and spanked and fucked
Rose until the wee hours of the morning.
Rose spent the night in her cell, and slept until midmorning the next
day. She awoke and waited patiently for someone to release her. The butler
finally came down the stairs carrying her breakfast, but made her suck his cock
through the bars before allowing her to eat. When she finished her breakfast, he
opened her cell door and led her upstairs. Scott was waiting on the driveway and
took her home.
Cathy called from college that evening and Sue listened in as Rose
recounted her night's experiences. They gasped in awe when she told them that
the master had built the dungeon, and squealed hysterically when she told them
that they each had a cell reserved. Rose heard some odd noises over the phone,
then the line went dead. She called Cathy's room but the line was busy. Finally
Cathy got back on the line.
"What's the matter?" Rose asked.
"Sue freaked out and took her clothes off," Cathy said. "Then she started
tearing at my clothes. We knocked the phone off the stand."
"Is she ok?"
"Yeah, she wouldn't leave me alone long enough for me to finish hearing
your story, so I hog-tied her. I've got her between my legs now and I'm making
her lick my pussy."
"Oh, my!"
"Yep, I'll untie her in the morning, if she does a good job."
Rose's hand crept to her own pussy.
"Finish telling me about the dungeon," Cathy said.
By the time Rose had recounted everything, Cathy was breathing heavily.
Rose listened to her sigh and gasp as Sue ate her pussy. Rose's fingers were
frantically rubbing her pussy as her daughter's sighs grew louder and louder.
Her husband walked into the room and stared at his wife, lying on the couch,
her legs apart, her hand in her panties.
"What's this? Phone sex?" he demanded.
She nodded and pointed to his fly. He unzipped his trousers and took out
his cock and masturbated watching his wife. Rose listened to Cathy's sighs
change to moans, and she came when Cathy did. A moment later her husband spurted
cum all over the furniture.
CH 11
Most of their neighbors knew that something strange was going on in the
Rhodes house. A few had seen Scott leading his wife and daughter naked and bound
to the limo and driving away with them. Those who talked about it weren't
believed, listeners scoffed at the stories as preposterous, but most did agree
that something was up. A few of her friends stayed loyal to Rose, but some
avoided her.
One morning she was resting after a strenuous night at the master's when
the door bell rang. Groaning with stiff muscles she opened the door to her next
door neighbor Vivian.
"Hello Rose dear," Vivian smiled. "I thought I'd drop by and bring you
some cookies."
Rose and Vivian had been friendly, but never particularly close. Rose
wondered why she was really there. She invited Vivian in and poured coffee,
Vivian noticed that Rose was moving slowly and asked if she was feeling all
right.
"I'm fine," Rose told her. "Just stiff and sore."
"Have you been overdoing exercises?" Vivian asked. "I noticed how
slender you've become, and assumed you must be working out."
"Yes, I joined a fitness club," Rose said. "But that's not why I'm
sore."
Vivian looked at her expectantly.
"I was whipped particularly hard last night," Rose said.
Vivian's mouth dropped open. "Did you say whipped?" she asked.
"Um hmm, and caned too."
Vivian stared for a moment then laughed, deciding that Rose must be
joking.
"Why were you whipped?" she asked coyly. "Were you a bad lady?"
"I've been a bad lady for a long time," Rose said. "But that wasn't why
I was whipped."
Vivian's smile faded to puzzlement.
"I'm sure you've heard the rumors," Rose said.
"Oh, I never pay attention to gossip," Vivian said.
"Well, if you hear that I am having an affair with my boss, the rumor
would be true," Rose said.
"Oh my God,"
"Although, I suppose the term affair isn't quite accurate," Rose said
thoughtfully. "Actually, I'm his sex slave."
"Rose Dear, I'm afraid I just don't understand."
Rose sighed and told Vivian the story of her enslavement. She left out
nothing, even telling Vivian about Cathy and Sue. When she finished, Vivian just
stared at her open mouthed. She shook her head slightly, still unable to
believe.
Rose motioned for Vivian to follow her. She opened the closet and showed
Vivian the collars and cuffs. Vivian's eyes were wide as she touched the whips
and straps. Rose slipped into a pair of spike heels, then dropped her robe and
slowly turned, displaying her welts. She walked back to the kitchen, sat down,
crossed her legs and poured more coffee. Stunned, Vivian followed her and sat
down. Rose sipped her coffee smiling at Vivian's astonishment. Vivian, too
shocked to speak, raised her cup to her lips.
Mustering all the self control she could, Vivian managed a weak smile.
"Its all right," Rose said. I prefer that people know the truth about
me."
"Well, you can trust me," Vivian said weakly. "I won't tell a soul."
"Actually, I don't mind if you do," Rose said. "My only concern is that
my husband would be more embarrassed than he already is."
Vivian nodded absently. "Do you really enjoy being whipped?"
Rose threw her back and laughed. "Oh God?" she said. "Another one."
"Another one what?" Vivian asked.
"Another woman, shocked, disapproving, disgusted with me, yet curious
and terrified, that she might be as secretly as wanton as I am."
Vivian frowned and opened her mouth to deny that, then shrugged. "You
may be right," She admitted. "But I don't think I'm wild enough to let a man
whip me."
"Sorry Vivian, I just meant that you were probably intrigued by my new
life."
"I suppose I am," Vivian said honestly. "I never wanted to be whipped,
but I used to think about being spanked when I was younger."
"Were you?"
"Heavens no, I couldn't admit that to my husband."
"I'll bet you could," Rose said. "And I'll bet he would like to do it."
Vivian thought that over, then shrugged. "Maybe, a long time ago
perhaps, but we're too old now."
"Vivian, you aren't even forty yet," Rose said. "Listen to me, when your
husband gets home, you meet him at the door naked and tell him you want him to
spank your butt off."
"Do you think he would?"
"Just do it."
The next time Scott was walking his wife to the limo, Vivian was in her
front yard pruning rose bushes. He cringed when she saw his wife, naked and
bound, but his mouth dropped when Vivian smiled and waved.
"You look wonderful, Rose," she called out. "Very sexy."
"Thank you" Rose said to her. "Come over for coffee tomorrow."
"All right. Have a nice time tonight."
