Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters at Law

Chapter # 1

by Lewis Chappelle

Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters at Law

Chapter # 2

by Lewis Chappelle

Joan Myers had been hired to manage the non-legal end of the Black, Bergman & Buchanan law firm. She had a definite, and highly developed, dominant frame of mind and to suggest that she was bi-sexual didn‘t really tell the whole story -- she was just plain sexual no matter how it came to her. Maxine, her own private secretary was submissive to the nth degree and she was a very dedicated employee. Maxine took her work seriously and didn’t intend to let any sloppy work get out of Joan’s areas of responsibility without challenge.

Maxine wasn’t as tall as the private secretaries who worked for the named partners but that wasn’t to say the other girls didn’t look up to her. They knew Maxine was a tough girl who worked for a tough boss. Her legs didn’t go all the way to the ground, like theirs did, but they were very well proportioned with hamstrings and quads to die for. And her ass was almost picture perfect; leaving a well defined curve at the top of her legs. A great ass to beat on.

Joan was a demanding boss. She knew Maxine was a dedicated and ambitions employee. It became her amusement at work to distract Maxine from her work in as many devious and conniving ways as she could so she would have quasi- legitimate excuses for having cruel fun at her expense.

Early one Monday morning, Joan called Maxine into her office, gave her a medium sized butt plug and a tube of K-Y jelly, and told her to go to the ladies bathroom, get the plug in place and to keep it there for the rest of the day. She then told her that she was to get the plug in place every day for the rest of the week.

On Tuesday, Joan called Maxine on the intercom and told her to take six substantial rubber bands into the ladies room, remove her bra and snap the bands around her tits; three on each. She was then to return to Joan’s office and hand her the bra. When she did as she had been ordered, Joan could see Maxine’s tits were on full display under her blouse; just the effect for which Joan had been looking. She further told Maxine that she should come to work each day with the bands already in place. Joan quickly patted her on the ass and was assured that the plug was snuggly fitted.

On Wednesday morning, Joan told Maxine to again go to the ladies room only this time she was to take eight very small rubber bands which she was to snap around each elongated nipple. She was to endure that constriction on her tender nipples each day, all day long, for the rest of the week also.

Maxine was beginning to get the picture; Joan would find some new and devilish torment each day to keep her mind on her sexual desires rather than on her work and she was right because on Thursday, Joan gave her a fairly large cunt plug which she was to wear all day.

On Friday, Joan replaced the Thursday plug with a vibrating plug with a small outcropping flange which fitted directly on Maxine’s sensitive clit. The unit was built with three options; it could be made to vibrate from a remote station inside her cunt, just on her clit, or both simultaneously. Joan ordered Maxine to insert the plug right there in her office at which time Joan secured the devise with leather cording so that Maxine could not remove it. Joan turned the magical contraption on and Maxine just about went wild. She knew what was in store for her for the rest of the day… and she did get what she imagined was coming; and she did climax at her desk five times throughout the day without causing too great a commotion.

Joan was always looking for ways to distract Maxine’s attention and to amuse herself at Maxine’s expense. The sequential buildup of the various torments day-by-day was repeated the following week. Except that on the following Friday, Joan told Maxine she wanted her to go down the street and get her a large cup of Starbucks, South Beach Rhythm and to get it on the double.

Unbeknown to Maxine, Joan followed her to the coffee shop and was able to activate the double option vibrator. Maxine just about fell down on the sidewalk outside of the shop as a result of the unexpected and incredibly erotic sensation in her cunt and on her clit.

Joan hid along the route and zapped her again on the return trip. While she was almost ready for the intrusion, she did manage to keep her feet and walk in an almost dignified manner back to the office where she somehow found Joan already back behind her desk with a big smile on her face.

“O my god Ma’am, you sure know how to get my juices rolling,” Maxine said, with her eyes downcast. “I really do want to work for you but you make it so very hard for me to keep my concentration. Your little challenges are interesting to say the least, but they make me wonder if I can keep things straight around here for you and the lawyers.”

“You are doing fine. Just keep it up. I enjoy having you around, Max, but don’t mess up and don’t complain or I’ll blister you something fierce. Understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am I do understand and I’ll work my fanny off for you as your submissive secretary Ma’am, for as long as you will have me. Thank you, Ma’am.”

“One more thing, Max,” Joan said. “from now on. I want your skirts and dresses tailored so they are a bit tighter and a bit shorter than most of other girls around here wear. Do you get my meaning, Max?”

“Yes, Ma’am, I’ll tend to my mending this very weekend. You won’t be disappointed.”

Max liked the attention and certainly wasn’t beyond flaunting her most obviously impressive physical attributes.

Joan liked to see her walk, bend and stoop. And she liked to paddle Max’s cute butt and legs until they were beet red just for the thrill of it all. Max would scream, beg for mercy, and cry, none of which helped or slowed Joan down in the least. But, Joan did let Joan let her finger herself to a rolling climax every time which made everything just fine for both of them at least for a while.

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Sam Buchanan had drawn Suzie as his personal secretary and they had already begun to see eye to eye sexually -- literally eye to eye as Suzie was five foot nine and in heels she was as every bit as tall as he was. The first time they were alone in his office, Suzie gave him all the indications he needed to know that it would be fine with her if he kissed her. A few kisses later, and Sam had her blouse and bra on his desk and soon after that, they were both naked and, like rabbits in heat, they were soon fucking on the new carpet. So much for small talk.

When they were both dressed again and finally settled in to a vague semblance of a working relationship, Suzie mentioned that she was a twin. Her identical twin sister, Sallie, was different from her in only a few barely discernable ways; she was unable to speak due to a birth defect in her larynx and only communicated in sign language and a few guttural grunts, she had spent most of her time during puberty learning how to sexually satisfy both men and women and was quite accomplished in that sphere, and she seemed to have a masochistic bent as well as a tolerance for pain uncommon in other women.

Suzie said that she and her sister had spent a great deal of time as youngsters practicing the art of kissing and, that this had lead to extensive energy being spent in lesbian activities despite the fact that they both were also keenly interested in and fully satisfied with heterosexual activities.

Suzie invited Sam to dinner out with them one evening and Sam could hardly tell the girls apart. Suzie said that Sallie had a red birth mark on the base of her spine if that would help him distinguish between them. Sam thought that was an invitation of sorts and perhaps it was, because as the evening progressed, Suzie invited Sam back to their home for a night cap.

Drinks were poured to order. And Suzie signed to her Sister while discussing the workings of the law firm and how interesting it was to listen to several of the other girls talk about their exciting sexual adventures with the other partners. Actually, Sam hadn’t heard many of the details of the stories she was single-mindedly motivated to tell. By the time she had run out of breath, all three of them were horny as hell and Sallie was determined to see the evening end with some physical gratification. To further this objective, Sallie motioned that she wanted to show Sam some of features of the house and Suzie agreed to lead the way.

Sam soon was convinced that the twins were from a wealthy family as the house was in a very fashionable neighborhood of old money. The rooms were large with updated bathrooms and kitchen. Sam sensed that there was a dark secret about the house to which he was soon to be introduced. And he was right.

Suzie, led the visitor to a large library full of old and seemingly expensive books. She pressed a button hidden among the books which opened a panel which led to a hidden staircase.

Before she proceeded further, Suzie, said, “Sis and I found this panel a year or so after Mom and Dad died. As it turns out, the folks were deep into domination and submission as we found out when we found books and pictures of their adventures down here in the hidden cellar. I guess Mom was into submission big time because we found many old pictures of her in bondage or on her knees in a pose of submission. And to boot, there were just loads of bondage gear which appears to have been used to punish her.

Most kids are averse to even thinking about the fact that their parents even had vanilla sex, but after the initial shock we came away with a totally different appreciation of them both. Mom and Dad were both in their mid forties when they died in a boating accident. Mom was a real beauty and built to kill. Dad was a powerful, muscular, and determined man. To see pictures of them having sexual fun in their own way made us proud of them.

Sis, here, seems to have inherited Mom’s propensity for pain and has persuaded me to put her in the same bondage positions as Mom. She has made it clear that she was willing to stay in the most painful of these positions for very long periods of time just to confirm that she was able and willing to endure physical pain and discomfort like Mom. She certainly has proven her point to me over and over again.

“Perhaps you can come back sometime soon and Sallie will be able to demonstrate her aptitude in the bdsm sphere to you. Would you like that, Sam?”

“Sure, that sound like great fun. But first, would either one of you favor me with a bit of oral pleasure? I really can’t get too far in the condition I’m in right now?”

Suzie, made some quick signs to her sister and it was clear that she wanted Sallie to take all her cloths off and to kneel at Sam’s feet in a position to take his cock in her mouth. Sam could tell that his was not the first cock that Sallie had brought to climax.

She was slow and deliberate working his thick cock in and out of her mouth until he was pumping her vigorously. Without warning, Sallie slid Sam’s cock down her throat and held it there for ten seconds. She pulled him out just before he exploded. But, within seconds, she gulped him down again and flexed her throat muscles somehow so as to make him ejaculate straight down her soft yet flexible gullet.

When Sam took a breath and opened his eyes he saw Suzie sitting on a leather padded bench with her pants off rubbing her clit with a gusto he didn’t know could exist. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets briefly giving her the look of a woman possessed … possessed with released sexual excitement that was dreamlike and fantastic at the same time.

Sallie again gave her sister some signs which Sam took to mean “Just stay where you are little girl while I let this gentleman out but I’ll be back to take care of you as soon as I can.”

“At the door she said “I’ll tell you more about our family tomorrow if we get some time alone Sam. It’s been a great evening. Thanks for everything.”

The End of Chapter # 2

Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters at Law

Chapter # 3

by Lewis Chappelle

Sam Buchanan was intrigued by the events of the previous evening. The erotic overtones of his dinner date with Suzie, his private secretary, and her vocally challenged and disarmingly submissive twin sister, Sallie, were burned deeply in his conscience. Since Suzie had mentioned that she would tell him more about her family when they had time the following day, Sam told her to come into his office the very first thing.

Suzie was very open with Sam about matters that might customarily be quite private. She spoke of her early pubescent years including the fact that she developed physically quite early and was whistle bait all through her high school years. Her sister always went to a school for the vocally and hearing impaired which is where she learned to sign. Sallie also was stunningly beautiful and well built.

The twins compared notes on things sexual and experimented on each other at a very early age. Their dating experiences were a challenge because the boys always wanted to wrestle with them, to feel them up, or to just make out and fuck them.

Their Mom and Dad knew the girls were sex magnets and mentored them on matters of self protection. But, as adults, they themselves were passionate -- very passionate. It wasn’t clear to the girls just how romantic their parents really were until after they died which is when the girls found the sound proofed dungeon-like room they had built under ground, down a staircase hidden behind a secret panel in the library of the family home.

Both girls had already had experienced satisfying orgasms which resulted from mutual masturbation at a very early age, but they lost their virginity by age 16 to boys several years older than they were. On one occasion, one of the boys who was screwing Suzie, bit her nipple in the heat of passion, perhaps harder than he had intended. While she was still in a state of deep excitement herself, that bite had the effect of increasing her orgasmic pleasure beyond anything she had experienced previously. She said she told her Sister of this reaction but was quick to add that she just couldn’t bring herself to bite her sisters nipple to prove the point.

She did suggest that if Sis wanted to experiment with pleasurable sexual stimulation and pain that she would be willing to give her a bare assed spanking. That one spanking was the beginning of Sallie’s long term and continuing adventures in bondage and erotic pain.

Over the years, and especially since she found the pictures of her Mother in bondage and being whipped, Sallie had progressed to the point where she could not enjoy sex without pain. But, in addition to that physical reaction, Suzie had concluded that Sallie would submit to any type of torture if it was controlled by Suzie herself just to prove she was worthy of her love and attention. She had made it clear that she would do anything to please Sister Suzie.

“That’s some story, Suzie,” Sam said at length, “Do you whip her very intensely when you get into a scene with her?”

“If I don’t give it to her good, she thinks I’m loosing interest in her, so yes, she gets a full measure of pain from me each time we play. Would you want to see us together? It would add a degree of humiliation for her which she hasn’t had to contend with so far.”

“Well, that’s an offer I won’t likely get again any time soon. Sure, I’ll be there. It’s very likely that I’ll be very aroused when you finish with her. Can we agree that I can fuck you naked while she watches too,” Sam added. Suzie didn’t answer but she did raise her dress to show that she wasn’t wearing panties and was ready for a good fuck right there and then despite the early hour.

That night at home, Suzie signed Sallie to explain the scene she had in mind for her next session. And, she mentioned that Sam would be there to witness her travail. Sallie, took a deep breath and bowed her eyes in submission to the plan.

A full week was to pass before the girls and Sam could reunite at the girl’s home. Sallie met Sam at the door in high heels and a silk robe. As soon as the door was shut behind her, Suzie signed for her to drop the robe and to stand in the living room for an intimate inspection by Sam. She told Sam to be as assertive and aggressive with her sister as he wished.

Sam recognized right away that Suzie had lubricated and stretched Sallie’s ass and cunt for easy penetration. But, before getting to the penetration part of the evening he pulled her tits and nipples till they were raw. Then he motioned for her to kneel and suck him. It wasn’t long before he had her on her knees with her sore tits pressed down on the carpet and her legs wide with her spankable ass raised high.

“Tell her to spread her ass cheeks for me with her hands,” Sam said. “I want her to acknowledge that I’m running the show here.” He saw the little bud puckered between her widely spread cheeks and slid his full cock deep into her ass in one strong stroke which seemed to suck the breath from her.

Suzie gave him a warm wet towel before he ejaculated and he flipped Sallie over on her back. “Now tell her to pull her legs wide and back over her shoulders and offer me her precious cunt. Tell her that her Dad would be proud of her and that this is for me not her.”

He held her in that submissive position while he looked into her eyes and then slowly drove his prick into her third, but primary, pleasure hole. Now, she was ready to taste the pain of her Sister’s devilish plan for her that night. “Okay, kids, this is going to be a three part scene,” Suzie signed and said out loud. “Let’s get started.”

“First, I’m going to tie this slut on her belly with her arms pulled back between her legs. Her legs will be pulled wide with her hips on a raised cushion. While I whip her ass hard, I want you Sam to fuck her cunt with this thick dildo on a stick. Get it lubed up and get her excited.”

The sound of the multi stranded flogger split the air and Sam got the first look at what damage that flogger could inflict without actually breaking the skin. He fucked her with the dildo in the same tempo that Suzie established with the flogger which she swung, with careful aim, again and again. The muscles in Sallie’s ass quivered with each stoke of the flogger and of the dildo. She was panting heavily in anticipation of a resounding climax… It was a climax that her Sister would thwart out of pure meanness.

“Now second, it’s time for a real tit whipping,” Suzie announced.

Sallie’s eyes opened wide with the knowledge that she was in for a very painful whipping. Sam helped get Sallie tied tightly to an “X” cross; arms and legs spread wide.

Using the same flogger she used on her Sisters ass, Suzie, stepped back and let the fretful thing fly across both tits. Then she made very careful strikes flat into one full tit after then the other and one nipple and then the other. Sam counted fifty slashing strokes. She didn’t rush. The whipping lasted over a period of almost fifteen minutes. Sallie was clearly in distress as she was sweating profusely and pulled against her bonds as if she could pull herself free. She was sobbing mightily with genuine tears of a well whipped woman.

“Now’s the time to see just how far we can stretch those nice nipples, Sis. Sam will help me torment the one on the right and I’ll work on this here left one. Let’s get to work Sam. Let’s see who can pull their given nipple the farthest.”

The pulling contest began and poor Sis was in real agony.

When time was called, both nipples were long and hard, but really there was no difference in length. Suzie called it a

“draw.” She was proud of her double entendre.

“Now, Sam. Let’s get her down so you can take her for a slave walk. I’ll get the collar and leash then you can blindfold her so she won’t know where we are taking her.”

“No, I want you to lead her. And, I want you to lead her by her nipples… those sore little nipple. So get a pair of nipple clips and attach the leash to the clips and let’ get going. I’ll march behind her and keep her motivated with the switch. Let’s go.”

Sam attached a nipple clip to each of her already sore nipple and took her upstairs and out into the back yard. He pushed Sallie down on her knees and she felt the rush of cold air flow past her wet cunt. Around and around the yard she went wherever her Sister pulled her. She felt so submissive.

Her knees started to get raw as did the palms of her hands. He kept up the pace and from time-to-time he sliced her ass with a stout switch. She was fading fast and every time she slowed down, the switch swung into play. Suzy finally stopped the drill and took her sobbing Sister upstairs to her bedroom.

When she returned to the living room Suzie was as naked as the first minute she was born. And, she was ready for anything.

“Sam, you are my kind of guy. You are a real dominant man. The kind of man I need. You can dominate me anytime. Really, you can whip me and fuck me on a moments notice. Just test me. I‘d be happy to call you my Master, if you wish, just say the word.”

“On the floor, Slave, on your back and raise your legs over your head like I had your sister. Yes, you can call me Master except when it would be in bad taste such as when we’re in the office. Are you ready to give me the best fuck of the night, Slave?”

“Yes, my dear Master. I’m all yours from this night on. You have shown me that you can dominate a girl like me and that’s what I want. Fuck me and treat me in any way wish, Master.”

The next work day, Sam arrived in the office before Suzie did and was eager to see how she was going to deal with him during the work day. When she arrived, she opened her desk and knocked on his door with downcast eyes. He saw her and motioned for her to come to him. “”Yes, Master. How can I be of service to you today.” she said.

“Well, slave, you are very good. Let’s see how we can adapt our office routine to our new relationship. But, let’s be discrete. Understand?”

“Yes, Master, you are very wise. I’ll be very careful, Sir.”

“Now, Suzie, from now on I want to see plenty of cleavage on you and when you sit,I expect to see plenty of those gorgeous legs. Got it?”

When she crossed her legs, her skirt pulled up almost to the top of her hips. And it was a beautiful sight. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her legs while he spoke.

“Suzie, I was impressed with your Sister the last time we were together. She is the most submissive woman I’ve ever known. She is the most stoic woman I’ve ever known. And like you, she is a very beautiful woman and built like a brick… well, you know what.

“If you think you could use her administratively around here I’d be willing to get her another desk and have it placed across from yours. It would be like looking in a mirror. I can think of a lot of amusing things we could do with her to. What do you say?”

“Master, I’d love to have her here. And, I could keep her busy.”

“Go ahead and order her another desk like yours. What we decide on for compensation will come from my own pocket. I can’t offer her a lot of money for her work but, what ever the case, I’m sure she will add to the overall mood and morale of the office.

“Tell her, if she accepts the job, that you will be giving her all the work, will be training her on the needs of the office and that those needs are likely to include sexual service needs from time-to-time.

“You should also tell her that unsatisfactory performance or a lack of complete compliance will lead to harsh punishment from your hand. How do you think she will react to that proposal?”

“Master, that’s a very good deal for me and a nice deal for her. She will be thrilled that you think highly enough of her to make the offer and she will be a very good girl for you. She likes you; admires you actually. You won’t be disappointed, Sir.”

Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters at Law

Chapter # 4

by Lewis Chappelle

The three partners at B, B & B had spent several hours discussing and revising the Twelve Unspoken Character Traits they were looking for in the submissive woman they hired. The original version had originally been developed by Joan their Operations Director some weeks earlier. They liked what they saw of her first draft but wanted to make some changes and add some defining descriptions to the single words she had suggested. At a general business review meeting they came up with a revision of the document that would serve them until someone had a better idea.

Not only would they use the list as a tool to help them recruit new young ladies into the firm but the would use the tool as a performance rating system for the girls that worked for them.

The girls would be rated semi-annually on each of the twelve items on a scale from 1 -10 with a 10 being “outstanding” and a 5 being only “so-so.” A score of 8 was considered “fairly acceptable.”

Girls who received a score of 95 or less would be replaced. Any girl who received a score of 99 to 109 would get a $10,000 bonus and any girl who received a score of 110 to 119 would receive a $20,000 bonus. And if any of them received a perfect score of 120 they would get a $30,00 bonus at the end of the assessment period.

Each of the private secretaries and Joan’s secretary, Maxine, were each be given a copy of the “Traits” document, as it would be called, for their assent.

With that very non-legal recruiting and performance assessment text agreed upon, the men discussed the basic elements of an internal tribunal which would deal with behavior or performance that required improvement or a single incidence of noncompliance. It was decided that John Black would come back at the next meeting with the outline of a proposal.

At the next meeting, the major subject of discussion was the formation of the tribunal system at B, B, and B. John suggested that each partner would be able to call a tribunal session to order after working hours on the first and third Monday of each month, if he had an actionable matter which required disciplinary consideration. It would be up to the partners if Joan and Maxine would be invited to sessions that did not directly involve Maxine.

The founding partners would stand as judge, prosecutor, and sentencing authority. The girl accused would be advised of the specific charges against her and could request a one week delay to prepare her case if she choose. Further, she could choose as her defense counsel either, or both, of the other two private secretaries.

There would be three levels of offense; the first level being the most severe and if there was a guilty plea or if the girl was found guilty, this level would demand the severest level of punishment. There would be no appeals. Due process was intentionally minimal.

Sam was the first to indicate that he had an offense he wanted brought to the attention of the others and the tribunal was brought to order by John one week later.

John outlined the tribunal process. He then ordered Suzie to sit alone at the far end of the large conference table. She was being brought up on charges. The thought of being charged, and possibly punished, unnerved her greatly.

“Before we start,” Suzie stammered, “I want to make a statement, if that’s okay.”

John nodded and told her to keep her comment short and sweet.

Suzie was shaking, but said that she had pledged her body and soul to Sam as his subordinate slave only a week or so prior to the meeting and that if she had done anything, anything at all, to displease her Master, that she was extremely sorry, would have no excuses, would plead guilty, and would throw herself on the mercy of the partnership.

John said, “Suzie, you don’t even want to know why you are being brought up on charges here. Don’t you want to know?”

“Sir, with genuine deference to you all, it really doesn’t matter what fault my Master is accusing me of. If I’ve offended him then I am guilty and I’m more than willing to be punished for my unintentional lapse.”

“Well, Suzie, even if you don’t want to know, the rest of us do want to know, so please tell us, Sam, why is Suzie in the docket tonight?”

“Ladies and gentleman, actually now there are two reasons Suzie is in the dock. First, I had to admonish her to be more elegant in her dress because I felt she was wearing clothes which were way to modest for her position here. As a matter of fact, she was not showing any cleavage at all. Now how do you plead to that charge, Suzie?”

“Guilty as charged, Sir,” Suzie responded smartly.

“I accept your plea. Now the partners will decide on a punishment for this level three offense.”

The men went to an adjoining office and quickly returned a sentence for Suzie’s unsatisfactory behavior.

“Suzie, stand and face your accuser, ”John said. “You have pled guilty to the offense of insufficient elegance. Your punishment is that you will be hand spanked forty times each on your bare ass over the knees of your peer secretaries, right here and now. Ladies take your positions and let the spankings be hard or each of you will be punished as well.”

Suzie lowered her skirt and thong panties to the floor and bent over Abby’s knees gracefully. Abby must have had experience giving hand spankings because Suzie was squirming and wiggling all over the place during her blistering ordeal. Tears swelled in her eyes as she took her position over Ann’s knees. Ann was no slouch either and poor Suzie was in some significant discomfort when the last blow landed.

“Now thank the nice ladies for correcting you, slave girl,” Sam said.

“Thank you ladies, for expending so much energy to correct my poor behavior. I will do my best to be more elegant for my master and all of you in the future. Thank you, sincerely, ladies.”

“Now stand beside me just as you are Suzie. Fold your arms behind you, grab your elbows, and spread your legs, while I explain to everyone why I’m charging you with lacking in one of the other essential traits, that being the trait of discretion.

“I’m sure you recall that I told you when I accepted you as my slave, that you were to be so very careful about revealing our new relationship around here. Well, what did you do tonight? You blabbed your devotion to me right here in front of everyone. You didn’t consult me or even consider that I might not have wanted this news spread around the office. Now, did you, Suzie?”

“No Sir, You are so right. I let me mouth get ahead of my judgment. In my defense, Sir, I’m not ashamed of being your slave but I do admit that I went far beyond the bounds of a good submissive slave and I deserve to be punished severely Sir. I now stand, naked and humbled to await your decision about that punishment.”

“John, here’s what I propose as Susie’s sentence for what I consider a level three offense. Now that she has gone and spilled the beans, Suzie should be tattooed forever with a symbol of her submission and slave status. That tattoo should be placed in the upper portion of her inner left and right thighs very close to her cunt.

“The tattoo symbol itself could be one of three options and we, all five of us in the room, should vote on the option we prefer. Option #1 should be the words “Slave Suzie” on the inside of her right leg and the words “Master Sam” on the inside of her left leg. Option #2 should be the words “Fuck This Slave Here” on both legs with an arrow pointing in the direction of her cunt. Option #3 should be the letters ‘SSS’ meaning Sex Slave Suzie on both legs.

“Unless there are objections, I’ll pass out slips of paper and I expect to get back five ballots indicating which of the three tattoo options each of you wants to see on the inner thighs of this pathetic and willful woman the next time we meet.”

Option #2 got all five votes. The meeting was adjourned. Suzie turned and pressed her aching body into Sam. He acknowledged her and vigorously grabbed her naked ass.

“Let’s go back to my office and finish you off with a proper fuck you slovenly slut,” he said to her. “Leave your dress here on the floor until tomorrow.”

Sam took Suzie home in his car and made her sit bare assed beside of him on the fine leather upholstery of his two seat convertible with her legs spread wide.

“Now, slave, I know you are still wound up and might want to finger yourself when you get into bed tonight but I’m not going to permit that. Keep your hands, and any other implement which you might use to masturbate, away from that still sloppy cunt of yours. And, when you come into work tomorrow, don’t wear any hose or under ware. That stuff would only get in the way when we go to the tattoo guy tomorrow. Understand?”

Sam’s prohibition and specific orders regarding her attire gave poor Suzie the shivers.

“Yes, Master, I do understand. You are my chosen Master, but you are very hard on me Sir.”

“Was I hard enough for you back in the office Slave?”

She realized he had changed the subject and said, “Sir, you are the hardest man I’ve ever had. Please keep it up, Sir.”

Early the next morning Sam busied himself in finding a local tattoo parlor which would give him a private, late evening, appointment.

Zoro, the tattoo guy, met them late after normal hours. Sam described what he wanted and Zoro led them to a private room in the rear of the shop. Zoro was one horny fellow by the time they reach the private room.

“Miss, you will be more comfortable if you disrobe completely,” he said. “The gentleman wants you to be tattooed in a most delicate area of your body and what I do, and how I go about doing it, may cause you to flinch or jump involuntarily. To give you the best artistic work possible, I need to immobilize your lower body to keep you still. Is that alright with you?”

“Whatever it takes,” she responded in an embarrassed tone.

Zoro brought out a large flat board in the shape of a person lying down with their legs spread and laid it on his large tattoo table. The board had straps arrayed at various locations and he tightened the ones at her ankles, knees, upper thighs, and waist to keep her stationary. She felt very vulnerable, which of course she was.

“Now, Miss, given the location of your imminent tattoo’s I’m afraid you might actually leak in sexual arousal and screw up the entire project, so I will need to insert a tampon in yourcunt. You don’t get a say in that, so here goes.”

Suzie thought she would die from the extreme indignity of it all. But, Sam reassured her that she was doing quite well.

“At least he seems to be enjoying all this,” she thought to herself.

Zoro shaved the areas involved and applied an antibacterial agent to assure a sterile surface for his work. Then he sketched out the words and the arrow that he was commissioned to make a permanent part of her inner thighs.

Since the words were intended to be read by a person penetrating her, rather than by her herself, the first letter, the “F,” in fuck, had to be the furtherest away from her cunt and the last letter, the “e.” in here. had to be the closest one to her cunt.

Suzie was a trooper during the actual process but wondered how she was going to pee while the ink was still fresh on her skin. Zoro told her to hold her water for several hours and then to wipe herself with an antibacterial cleansing pad. He put a soft wrap around each thigh to keep her as comfortable as possible but that inhibited her getting a look at the artwork. She was to leave the wrap on for several hours as well.

Sam paid the bill, gave Zoro a generous tip, and gingerly put Suzie in his car for the ride home.

“I’ll be interested to see how that all looks in the morning, so again, my orders are, no hose or under ware, tomorrow slave. Understand?

“Yes, Master, I do understand. I can’t wait to show it all off to you in the morning. And I can’t wait to see if you can follow directions,” she said with a sheepish smirk.

The End of Chapter # 3

Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters at Law

Chapter # 5

by Lewis Chappelle

Despite the fact that the partners were always on the lookout for reasons to convene a tribunal, the girls were so magnificent to look at and their behavior was so exemplary that the men could not find fault. The girls were spending their huge salaries wisely on very attractive fashions… as eye-catching and as revealing as they could get away with on the crowded streets of the city.

The partners had been vigilant in making sure the girls were not harassed and that the ‘hands-off’ policy was adhered to strictly. The private secretaries themselves seemed to have mastered the art of deflecting the aggressive clients without offending them.

But, then it happened! And, it happened to “Jack” Black’s private secretary Ann.

Ann was alone in his office cleaning up his messes since Jack was in court defending his very wealthy client. In fact, the office was uncommonly serene that particular morning when Mike the electronic and computer wizard came by to see if the security monitoring system was operating correctly and to upgrade some of the firms computers. Mike was a bit shorter than Ann but he was dashing in his tight fitting work duds.

On this day, as almost every other day he came to the firm, he had a semi erect cock as he thought about and looked lecherously at Ann. He was overwhelmed with sexual energy. Ann smiled at Mike as he entered and told him to go about his business as she had business in her area.

It wasn’t long before Mike called Ann back into Jack’s office and began to sweet talk her about her choice of clothing and mentioned that he really admired her great legs. He asked her if she ever did modeling work particularly because she had such great stems. Ann was flattered. But she wasn’t ready when Mike wrapped his arms around her, closed the door and whispered in her ear that he thought she was the finest looking girl he had ever know. Those endearing words were followed by other amorous utterances which were having their intended effect on Ann’s libido.

“Can you raise your skirt for me now beautiful,” Mike said huskily.”

And damned if she didn’t, just as Jack came barreling into his office.

Jack grabbed Mike by the arm and marched him, and his tool bag, to the main office door and gave him a, not to gentle, shove. To calm himself, he decided to find Joan, the operations manager of the firm, to get her advise.

“Joan, I almost killed that kid. He was groping Ann right here in the office. And, I’ve a mid to fire Ann right on the spot, What do you think?”

“Now, calm down Jack,” she answered. “For sure it’s a dismissible offence, but Ann is a great worker and knows the business. And this is her first problem. I’d bet she’ll never get caught up in anything like that ever again. And, she really wasn’t fucking the kid, now was she. I suggest that you get back to her and tell her to keep quiet about what went on in the office and that you will be calling a special tribunal with just the partners in attendance. Then let’s have some fun with her.”

“Thanks Joan, that sounds like a plan to me. I’ll keep you posted and I’ll want you at the tribunal, without Maxine, along with the rest of us.”

He went back to his office in control of his temper and armed with a general plan for handling his sexy and very private secretary. He closed the door behind him and found Ann standing right were he had left her.

“Now Ann let me see exactly what you were doing when I came in and found you with Mike.”

“Sir, this is so embarrassing. I really had gotten caught up in the moment and didn’t mean that anything would happen between Mike and me, Please believe me Sir. I am really ashamed and beg for your forgiveness.“

“Well, Ann before I can forgive you I want to see exactly what you were doing when I came in. Now show me exactly what you were doing and what Mike was doing… Now.”

“Oh, Mr. Black, please don’t make me do this. It’s so mortifying, Sir.”

“Do it now, Ann or I will fire you on the spot for insubordination.”

Ann slowly grabbed her skirt and began pulling it up her legs. She stopped raising the skirt when it was only a few inches above her knees.

“Ann I saw a lot more leg than that. Now get that skirt up to where it was when you were in here with Mike, and do it right now.”

Ann continued to raise her skirt tentatively but eventually it was up over her hips -- her bare hips. Ann was wearing the “Cunt Clip” that Jack had bought for her. I certainly had the tendency to enhance Ann’s long stems like no other piece of under ware could possibly have done.

“And what did you plan on doing with your skirt up to your cunt, Ann?” he asked.

“Mr. Black you are making this very hard for me Sir. To tell you the honest truth, I had no idea what was gong to happen next but I sure wasn’t expecting to see you Sir.”

“Ann you are making things hard on me too. Just look at this,” he said as he unzipped his fly and took out his prick. “Now why don’t you just get to work and make things better for both of us right now.”

Ann, nobodies fool, was on her knees in a flash. His prick was already engorged and throbbing as she slid it expertly into her mouth. As she pleasured him with her tongue and moved her fingers gently up and down his thick shaft, he told her that he was going to call a special tribunal at which time he might be prevailed upon to seek leniency for her if she was able to get his prick past her gag reflex and get him to cum right down the full length of her beautiful throat. Moments later, because he couldn’t control himself for another moment, that’s exactly what he did. Ann held his cock in her mouth until it was limp and, even then she milked him to assure his complete satisfaction.

“Good girl, Ann,“ he said. “That performance no doubt will keep you from getting fired, but I’m still going to call a special tribunal meeting so the other partners and Joan can help me decide just what we should do about you. I think you have to know that being caught in the very compromising position in which I found you with Mike is unprofessional, does not demonstrate diligence or discretion at the work place.

“Lord knows what I’d have found if I hadn’t returned at the exact moment that I did. Now don’t breath a word of any of this to anyone else. I will tell the partners at the tribunal. Get your fancy tail back to work and don’t day dream about you little episode with handsome Mister Mike.”

The tribunal was set for the following Monday evening. All the partners and Joan were present. None of the other men knew exactly why John had set the meeting up and they were curious as hell.

“Okay, people, I have Ann in the dock tonight for a very serious offense. I have spoken to her about it and I’ve had a brief discussion with Joan about it as well. But, I want Ann herself to explain just why she is here tonight. Go ahead Ann,” he said.

Joan was seated, alone, at the far end of the table and looked for all the world as if she was going to cry. She dabbed at her eyes but could not stop the shake in her voice or hands.

“Gentleman, you know how I like you all and how much I love this firm. I was the first girl hired here and I really love this place. You all, and especially Mr. Black, has been so kind to me and so generous money wise. I never wanted to do anything that was inappropriate here or bring shame on myself, but that’s what happened last Thursday when Mr. Black was in court.”

She went on to explain how she had been enticed into Jack’s office and then, overcome with emotion and raging hormones, volunteered to raise her skirt at Mikes request. She was caught in that compromising position by Jack when he came back to his office unexpectedly.

“Whoa, that’s a very remarkable turn of events,” Sam said. “Are we here to fire her?”

Joan piped in. “No that’s not my recommendation. I think Ann has great promise here and has been a good employee since she started. Plus she really looks good at her desk. It’s no wonder Mike got caught up with her. I think you gentleman now have a chance to see Ann work in a different capacity, if you know what, I mean. I wouldn’t fire her I’d just use her, forgive her, and then let bygones be bygones. Well, you have my thoughts, so I’ll get going.”

Josh was still getting his footing on the entire matter but he didn’t miss the point Joan made as to the possibilities of using Ann on a personal basis.

“Guys, I have a cabin in the woods about two hours north of the city, Josh said. It’s been in the family for years and it is nicely appointed with four bedrooms. It’s very isolated on a large private piece of property that today is worth many millions of dollars. It might be a great place for Ann to entertain us, one by one for the next three weekends. Then on the last week end, she could entertain all of us up there at the same time.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Sam.

“I’m in if ya all are,” said John. I guess if she is willing, then Ann keeps her job, is that what I’m hearing? What say you, Ann, the girl with the enticing stems?”

“Gentleman, I know what you will expect of me in the isolated cabin in the woods. And, frankly while it could get kinky with all three of you there, the plan has a certain erotic appeal. I’ll sign a contract offering my personal services for the next four weekends and will promise not to evoke any legal options if you won’t fire me and are all in agreement. Let’s do it.”

Since the cabin was owned by Josh, he got to take Ann there on a priority basis. After work on the first Friday of the month, Josh drove with Ann to the cabin. He told her to bring hiking boots, jeans, a sweater and whatever other girlie essentials she felt she might need,

“You sure look good in those tight jeans, Ann. Do you do much hiking?” Josh asked.

“Not really Josh, but I do work out and make every effort to keep my butt tight. Do you really like how I look?” She sounded like she was making a pitch for him and decided that was not a good idea given the incident at the office that got her into this situation in the first place. “You know how all of us girls like to dress well for you fellas; I was just asking,” She didn’t know if she had said too much or too little but at least she tried to make the best of it after saying what she had said.

“Well, Ann to be candid, while you do look good in them, I want to see you out of them right after we get to the cabin. I’ll start a fire in the fireplace and you can get settled in the bedroom at the far end of the loft. What I mean by settled ,of course, is to get naked, Am I being to circuitous, Ann?”

“No Josh, I’ve got the picture. Do you want bare feet or heels, Sir?” she asked.

“Heels would look nice,” he answered as he watched her lithe body go up the wide, rough hewn, steps.

He fucked her every which way he could that night; standing, bent over, laying, her on top and then him. His fire was extinguished at about the same time the last embers sputtered in the hearth.

Josh knew the surrounding anchorage very well and had a plan for the day, Saturday, in his head ever since he knew this day was coming. It was in early May and the warm air would make it pleasant for a hike. He told Ann to get her hiking socks and boots on but that she would not need any other clothes for the day.

He gave her a back pack into which he had placed a number of the books his parents had left for winter time reading. She slung the pack on her back and felt the considerable weight to which she was not accustomed.

“Okay, kiddo. Get that pretty ass of your moving to the right. Stay in front of me and watch out for the branches that stick out into the trail. We don’t get to tidy up around here very often. The trail circles most of the property so we probably won’t get back much before dinner.”

Ann stepped out tentatively being naked and all. Josh gave her a stout walking stick to help as she made her way down the trail. He also had a walking stick in his left hand but also a bunch of briar branches in his left hand. When he swung the branches the first time he hit her directly across the right side of her ass and she yelped loudly as though she had been shot.

“Don’t be screaming in these woods now Ann, you’ll scare the hell out of the wild life. You’ll get more of those as we go along so just grin and bear it. She didn’t take the strokes very well and yelled in pain whenever he decided to mark her.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you twist and turn on that nice slashed and streaked ass when we get back to the cabin. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll think you are in another world” he said, as they walked along.

Ann was working hard and the books were getting heavier with each step. Her thighs and calves were straining and perspiration was pouring down her neck. She knew he was in better shape than she was and could pepper her ass to keep her going if she didn’t think of something.

“Well, Josh, if you were thinking of waiting till we get back to the cabin, why don’t you take a piece of me right here. She turned around and showed him her hard nipples as an indication to him that she was ready if he was. And he was.

The End of Chapter # 5

Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters at Law

Chapter # 6

by Lewis Chappelle

Josh laid Ann, both figuratively and literally, on the cool ground of the woods surrounding his cabin property. The twig and leaf strewn earth created additional pain in her harshly whipped ass. But she gave him the fuck of a lifetime since she herself was actually quite energized by the thrashing she had been endured all along the route of their hike in the woods. Josh had made the hike more difficult for Ann by loading her down with a knapsack full of books; her back ached, her feet ached, her calves ached and her thighs and hips ached and now her juices and Josh‘s cum were running thickly down her thighs. She was exhausted when they arrived back at the cabin and collapsed in pain. Her mind raced as she tried to imagine the trials which she would experience the following weekend with her boss, John Black, esq.

To start the day she went down on him even before he was awake. What a nice way to get awakened he thought.

“Since they were both quite sated from the sexual experiences of the prior day she suggested that they just go for a nice walk in the woods rather than press the matter. She figured they still had Sunday to work off any erotic steam that might emerge before the weekend came to a close. She told John about the walk in the woods that she had with Josh and pointed out to him some of the slash marks that hadn’t completely healed.

“Did getting a beating from Josh turn you on, slave?”

“Master, I suppose it did, I did a lot of yelling and screaming but in the end I was as hot as a firecracker.”

“Well on our walk, I want you to pick a branch of a tree from which I can dangle you. I brought along enough rope in my back pack to tie you any which way. And, I have a small whip. You can imagine what I will do with that whip once I get you suspended and naked.

“But, first, you must select the branch from which you will be tied. I always like to let my slaves play a big part in their own torment,” he said.

After they had been on the trail for a half hour, Ann stopped and pointed to a sturdy tree with a fairly low hanging branch which was perpendicular to the ground.

“What are you pointing at, Ann?” John asked as if he didn’t already know.

“That looks like a good branch if I’m to be the one to decide Master,” Ann replied.

“A good branch for what, slave?”

“A good branch to hang me from Master.”

“You don’t really think I’d hang you now do you? What kind of hanging do you think I have in mind, slave?”

“Master, I think you want to tie my hands together and pull them up with a rope draped over that branch Sir. Pull me up on my toes and stretch me, Sir.”

What do you want me to do after I hang you from that branch, slave?”

“Master, you know right well. And it’s not me that wants the whipping, it’s you sir.”

“Now that’s no way to talk to your Master, bitch. Get down on your knees right now and ask, no beg, me to hang you naked from that branch and then beg me to beat you with a whip. Do it now!

“And you are already going to get more of a thrashing than you would have because you have been just plain ornery and I’ll have to beat that out of you too. So if you want more and more just keep it up, slave.”

Ann was getting wetter by the moment. She was so charged up she really couldn’t wait for the first slashing streak to mark her body. She found her spot on the ground and knelt with her eyes averted. She placed her arms behind her and said “Master John, I beg you Sir, to strip me naked and hang me from that there branch from my wrists and then beat me until I scream for mercy. Please do it Sir.”

“That was a fair enough beg, slave, now stand up and get naked. Put your clothes in a neat pile and then come to me to have your hands tied together so I can pull you up off your feet.”

Ann moved so swiftly that he imagined she was actually looking forward to her beating. Which she in fact was. And she did scream. After the fifth slashing stroke, she had five welts burning in different parts of her body including her thighs, core, and tits. After the fifteenth stroke, Ann was a mess and shrieking with all her might but she didn’t beg John to stop whipping her, so he didn’t.

After the twenty fifth blow, Ann was crying in almost inaudible sobs and could hardly breath. Her body was a red stripped mess and she was shaking all over. He took her down from the tree and held her naked body tightly until she was breathing normally and was able to look him in the eye with an understanding of who she was and where she was.

John literally carried Ann back to the cabin. She hugged on his broad shoulders and clutched her clothes in her arms. She let him know by her body language that he could whip her anytime and was now waiting until they got back to the cabin so she could service him with her mouth.

“Would you like me to suck your cock, Master, John, when we get back,” she whispered in his ear. “After all Sir, what else can a good slave girl do for a big strong fella like you who came to her rescue.”

She was on her knees and he was on his back when she thought she felt him start to cum. With out alarming him, she slowly slid his cock out of her mouth and straddled his body with her scared back aimed at his face. She slid her slick cunt straight down on his cock and began to work him with her cunt muscles. For herself, she rested her left hand on the carpet next to him and rubbed her clit vigorously with her right hand and started pumping her entire body up and down on his very firm cock. She felt his warm cum flow into her just as she had a shattering climax and then another; she shrieked in another-worldly voice with each one. John had never had a girl who seemed to enjoy him as much as Ann that afternoon.

They fell asleep easily but Ann still had sexual energy to spare. John was spent but did keep his side of the bargain as best he could on Sunday.

Ann was already thinking about what her weekend with Sam would be like the next weekend.

The End of Chapter # 6

Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters at Law

Chapter # 7

by Lewis Chappelle

Black, Bergman & Buchanan, Masters at Law

Chapter # 8

by Lewis Chappelle

Ann was at the same time as hot as an erotic firecracker and fearful of her pending treatment at the cabin. She know from Sam that she was going to get an over-the-knee spanking from Joan that would be more than just a pain in the ass, and she was going to serve Sam with her mouth. She couldn’t even imagine how the rest of the weekend would play out but she knew for sure that she would serve and suffer.

Just as Sam turned down the small lane to the cabin, he ordered Ann to strip to all but her heels. She was to go into the cabin naked. As soon as she walked into the cabin, which she knew well from two previous visits, Joan met her, quickly put a blind fold over her eyes, slapped handcuffs on her wrists behind her back, strapped a penis gag in her mouth and buckled a thick leather slave collar around her neck.

“You are our sex slave for the weekend slave girl. Nod if you understand that fact, slut,” Joan barked sharply. Ann’s nod was almost enthusiastic. To give Ann a more submissive appearance, Sam tied her arms behind her at the elbows and pulled them tightly together. The effect was stunning since Ann’s tits were suddenly even more pronounced that they were before.

“Spread ’em wide slave girl. I want to see just how well you’ve shaved your cunt and I want to see just how wet you are,” Joan said, quite sharply. “Now get those tits out so I can squeeze and pull your nipples. You’d like me to do that, wouldn’t you slave girl?”

A muffled answer in the affirmative was heard from Ann’s gagged mouth. And moments later Ann was purring behind the gag as her nipples were mauled by Joan’s rough fingers.

“I think Ann is ready now for her spanking Joan, Take off her gag and arm bindings and let’s see if she remembers just how her spanking routine is supposed to go.”

Ann was on her knees with her tits and nose pressed to the floor in front of Joan, in a heart beat.

“Ya know Joan, I think this girl bowing before you is really a different person when she is being dominated that when she is back at the office. She seems to quite like the idea of getting her spanking just as much as you do in anticipation of giving it to her. And, not to put to sharp of a point on it, but this girl really does have stunning tits and great pins, don’t ya think?”

“Sam, I can’t wait to get my hands on her and whip on her this weekend. It’s a shame that you are banged up or I’m sure you’d enjoy beating her too.”

“Well, I think it’s time for the slave girl to beg for her spanking, Joan. Let’s here it slave girl.”

And Ann did beg and was over Joan’s lap in eager anticipation. After the first 30 smacks, Ann dutifully suggested that her Master would want her spanked more forcefully and Joan acceded to that wish. After another 40 hard smacks Ann again suggested that Her Master would want to see her spanked even more forcefully and Joan managed, despite her aching hands to pound Ann’s crimson ass even more sternly. Ann was sobbing real tears by the time Joan was finished with her.

“Now crawl over here bitch, and suck me dry,” Sam said. He leaned against a wall and grabbed Ann by the roots of her well quaffed hair. Eager to please, despite her wounded ass, Ann cradled Sam’s engorged cock in her soft mouth and between both of her hands. It wasn’t long before the two of them were in perfect rhythm.

“Feel your slimy clit, slave girl and twist it until you cum. I want you to have your orgasm at the same time that I fill your mouth.”

Sam could not hold back any longer and shot his cum forcefully into her. For her part, Ann was so much on the edge that she had her cum too. Some of his copious jism slithered down her mouth and onto her tits. Sam made her rub it into her tits forcefully saying that it would be good for her complexion. He made her hold his cock in her mouth for several minutes to let his cock come down gently.

Sam saw Joan naked at the top of the balcony where the master bedroom looked over the sitting room. She looked like she needed relief badly.

“Slave girl, I don’t know if you have had any girl-on-girl experience but I’m going to take you upstairs to the large bedroom and I want you to crawl up between Miss Joan’s legs so you can bring her the pleasure she so desperately needs with you tongue. He snapped a leash on her slave collar and pulled her crawling, up each hard wooden step, until she was in position to service Joan.

Still blindfolded, Ann could almost smell Joan’s sex from the edge of the bed because Joan had pulled her legs apart and was playing forcefully with her own clit. Ann’s soft tongue brought Joan to a shattering and very excited and noisy climax.

“Remember slave, I want you to wake me up with your mouth in the morning, don’t let me down. You will be naked all day and will be our personal slave until Monday. First thing tomorrow, get yourself ready for a good hard day, look good for us, and make breakfast; have it ready by nine. Understand, slave girl?”

“Yes master, I’m your slave girl alright,” she cooed.

Sam elected to let the fire in the downstairs fireplace go to embers while the three of them slept together spoon fashion. Ann was snuggled against Joan and Sam pressed against Ann. A perfect three sum if there ever was one. Sam kept his hand on Ann’s warm ass. Ann found comfort with her hands on Joan’s tits and she loved her sexy smell. They all fell asleep exhausted and it wasn’t even midnight.

Ann always looked good. She was a slim five feet eight, 120 pounds, with thick, natural wavy brunette hair which she wore to a length about 3 inches past her shoulders. And, she had a natural hour glass, 36 C, 24, 35, figure to die for and she knew how to use it. Her shape was even more observable when she wore the standard 21 inch waist cincher which was part of the standard dress for all the partners secretaries at B, B, & B.

Joan woke up with some more tricks in her bondage bag for Ann, which she knew Sam would enjoy. Before noon, she surprised Ann again and slipped the blindfold over her eyes, had her stand with her ass rearward, her shoulders back and her tits thrust forward.

Ann knew she was in for some hang time when Joan buckled padded cuffs tightly around each wrist. Without Ann knowing it, Joan had hung two stout ropes through pulleys from the upper landing overlooking the large common area below. With out much effort, Ann was stretched taut as Joan pulled her arms over her head. Ann was in heels and her toes were touching the ground but the considerable strain on her calves and thigh muscles, even as well toned as they were, was obvious.

Sam’s cock was in it’s full glory already at the sight in front of him, but Joan was not finished with Ann just yet. She had with her a cincher that would draw in Ann’s well trained waist down another inches to 20 inches. A few tugs on the buckles and Ann was just a vision from any high fashion magazine from England from the 1800’s. And, Ann was breathing quite shallowly to be sure.

“Look at what that cincher does to enhance the appearance of her tits, will ya. She is dynamite. I’ll let you keep her that way for another ten minutes Joan, but I don’t want her to collapse from the lack of air. You can redo her again every fifteen minutes until we need her to get lunch for us. I think that’s fair, don’t you Joan.”

“Sam if it was me, I’d let her suffer. She looks good that way and I think I detect a real pain slut in your little Ann, over there, don’t you Sam?”

“Yes, I do. Even the spanking you gave her, the results of which still show, hasn’t broken her sexy spirit. I think it may be time to use a crop on her delicious legs. Remove the cinch and I’ll see what she can take even if it is only with my left arm.”

“Would you like me to crop your thighs, slave girl?” he asked the still hanging girl.

“I’m yours to whip and fuck Master. Have your way with me. Hurt me and test me, Sir, let’s see if I can please you during my punishments.”

Sam tapped the crop against the back of her legs but did not swat at her ass. He lightly stroked the front of her legs and she didn’t move a muscle.

“Now, slave girl, I want you to raise your feet off the floor and pull them to each side so I can whip you inner thighs; you know the soft, sensitive flesh that boarders you cunt, slave. Okay, lets see those thighs, Slave girl.”

With a surge of energy, Ann did lift herself off the ground and spread her legs wide for Sam to whip. His strokes were not taps or light strokes; they were real strong slaps intended to raise welts. Ann screamed at the top of her lungs at the first stroke and she pulled her legs together up toward her tits.

“That won’t do slave girl, Open your legs again and keep them that way until I tell you to return to the floor.”

Ann knew she was in for some additional punishment and began to sweat again. Sam struck Ann nine more times for a total of ten deep red welts on the most sensitive flesh on her legs and she was howling in distress when he told her to come to rest.

After a few moments during which Ann finally composed herself, he said, “Now, I think I’ll tease and test her tits and nipples while she is so vulnerable.”

“Would you like me to suck on your nipples slave girl?” he taunted.

“Yes, Master, my nipples are your nipples this weekend, Sir.” she whispered weakly. She literally purred when his lips sucked her nipples to full hardness and sensitivity.

“Would you like me to squeeze and pinch your nipples with my fingers, Slave girl?”

“Yes, Master, squeeze and pinch and pull them Sir. Play with them and hurt them any way you wish, Sir,” she said in an increasingly distressing tone.

She hissed through clenched teeth as he brutalized her firm, conical, tits and rock hard nipples for the next several minutes. Perspiration, from her torment, was flowing from ever pore. Yet, her cunt was oozing her copious juices and her clit was hard as a marble when he finally beckoned Joan to remove the cincher -- it was time to let her down and have her prepare lunch.

It was clear to Sam that Joan had come prepared to humiliate and punish Ann over the weekend. She had all the tools of a good dominatrix. After the lunch mess was cleared up, Joan announced that it was time for Joan to experience, what she called, the hot and cold enema treatment. Ann froze in fear.

“Do want to watch this Sam? I’m sure you will find it erotically amusing,” Joan said as she assembled two enema bags each filled with a quart and a quarter of fluid; one with ice cold water and ice cubes and the other with warm soapy water.

“Sure, I’ll watch! Let’s get her heels off and get her to the big marble bathroom upstairs with the tub and shower. I want her to drink two glasses of water before we start. That should add a level of discomfort to this ordeal too.” And thus it was said and thus it was done.

“Hang the bags from the flower pot hooks above the tub, slave girl, and get in,” Joan ordered.

“What are you thinking, slave girl?” Sam asked.

“Master, I’m fearful. I’ve never had an enema in my life and truly I’m repulsed by the thought. On the other hand, Sir, I can feel the wetness and arousal in this slave girls cunt, Master.”

“Slave girl, kneel down in the tub, take the nozzle tip from the warm bag and insert it in your ass hole. When I say to start, you will release the clamp on the hose of the bag and enjoy the rush of warm water into you lovely ass. You will immediately experience incredible sensations in your entire body; the adrenalin rush will be wonderful and you will feel very full, very fast. If you feel like you are cramping up, just lay down in the tub. You will keep the water in you for at least 15 minutes before you will be given the chance to relieve yourself.

“After a few more minutes I’ll tell you to start again this time back into the tub with the cold bag. The cold will be more shocking than the warm and you will more than likely get cramps this time even if you didn’t with the warm bag. And the 15 minutes will seem like an eternity. And, I may have you hold it even longer just to prove that you are the slave, and I am the Mistress.”

When Joan said the word ‘Mistress‘ Ann just about fainted. Her emotions about Joan seemed to have recently come to the surface in detail and clarity. She wanted to prove to Joan that she would do anything for her and taking her enema’s would be the first challenge of her developing emotions for Joan.

After Ann had showered and cleaned up after the cold bag, Sam said, “Well Ann, kneel in the center of the family room and tell us your feeling about the enemas you’ve just had. Be introspective and honest.”

“I’m most impressed by my reaction to Mistress Joan, Sir. I have wanted to call her ‘Mistress’ all weekend but I couldn’t because that’s not the relationship we had until just a few moments ago when she identified herself as my Mistress. I want to be your slave girl, Mistress. I hope you will accept me as your slave girl. I beg you to accept me as your slave girl, right here and now.

“As for the enemas, the actual process was altogether smelly, very humiliating , very humbling, and a bit crampy. But, I’d do it again obediently and submissively for my Mistress any time and any place. I‘ve come to learn a lot about my submissive nature these past weekends and I’m fully at peace now with my love for a woman. Last night brought that home to me in spades.”

Sam saw the emotional flame light and knew he was no longer needed in the cabin. And he knew that the weekend to follow where all the partners would take Ann together was no longer an option. He would remedy that on Monday.

“Would you like to be transferred to Joan’s organization, Ann, because if you do, I can arrange that with John if that would make you happier?”

“And if you decide to join my organization at the firm, I’ll make sure your life is a living hell, believe me. And, I’ll take you home each night an make you pleasure me till you tongue falls out of your face. Is that what you want, Ann?”

“Yes Mistress, that is what I want, but I’m concerned that Jack will be left without a secretary, and I’d feel terrible about that.”

“Slave girl, that is not going to be a problem. I’ve just interviewed a beautiful girl who has all the sexual and administrative requisites to fill you slot here,” said Joan. “Her name is Randi.”

The End of Chapter # 8

And the End of This Story

Lewis Chappelle