Let the punishment fit the crime (Mikado, Gilbert and Sullivan)

I am an accountant. I know, it is boring. Except that I disagree. I am good at my job, and I meet very nice people as I complete audits. The staff and I share a laugh and a joke, and they keep me supplied with coffee. And as I am good at my job, I live in a large house and enjoy a high standard of living.

One of my favourite audits is a stationery firm, where the MD and the Head of Finance are both attractive young ladies. Both are a little conscious of their position, shall I say arrogant, but their staff are very pleasant, make excellent coffee, and are unfailingly helpful.

The firm makes a small profit each year, but nothing sensational. As I completed the last audit, I started to wonder why. So I dug, and came up with quite a discrepancy between goods in and out. I also noticed that the two lovely ladies stayed late together regularly. So I spied. Despicable, I know, but that’s accountants for you. Firstly I saw the night watchman slipped some cash to disappear to his hut out back, then the ladies loaded a trolley, a van pulled in, the goods were loaded, signed for, and payment was made to each. By cheque! I could not believe that anyone could be so stupid. The next morning I even recovered and photocopied the signed collection note which had been left in a drawer.

I arranged a meeting with the ladies, and after a few inconsequential matters, I dropped my bombshell. I told them I had documentary proof, and the police fraud unit would soon discover the unexplained receipts which they had recklessly paid into their private accounts. I presumed that they had declared the earnings for tax, and the Inland Revenue would not be involved. No, really, they hadn’t. Oh dear. They both sat in stunned silence. The result of your stupidity and greed, is probable prison for both, seizure of assets as proceeds of crime, no prospect of future employment, and also unfortunately a lot of other nice people who were unaware of the scam losing their jobs.

After a long silence, Emma, the MD, spoke. “Is there anything we could do to avoid this”? she asked.“An interesting choice of words“, I replied. “Firstly the scam must end, and then perhaps if you did do ANYTHING, no-one need know”. “I have prepared  confessions for both of you to sign, and a further letter which gives me complete control over your lives, and gives consent for whatever I do”. I then explained I would leave them together for 10 minutes, at the end of which time either all four letters were to be signed or I would report my findings to the police and the remainder of the board. When I returned all four letters were on the table next to my chair, signed.

“Good”, I began, “now for some practical steps. I have here shaving sets which you will use before  lunch to remove your pussy hair. In future, your first duty on waking up is to check that there is no sign of stubble, you will retain perfect smoothness. Next you will cancel all your social engagements, and in future all such matters will be cleared with me first. Secondly, your business dress is no longer suitable. Purchase some short dresses, mid thigh at least, and wear one on your return, with no panties underneath. I do not want tight dresses, nicely flared is to be the fashion. Finally, do you not agree,

you must be severely punished for your misdeeds. I wish to  see evidence of real contrition. So after your dress spree, I want you each separately to go to the bondage store down by the harbour, and buy restraints for your wrists and ankles, a leather collar and leash, a gag of your choice, and an instrument of punishment, which should reflect on how seriously you repent. You will also specifically ask for a plug for your arse, in those exact words. Please tell  me that  you understand your instructions and you will carry them out in the spirit of your contrition”. After a  brief hesitation they both nodded. “Say it”, I growled sharply. They both then said they understood  and would obey. I underlined the change in status, suggesting that Master sounded about right when we were alone, although silence was generally to be preferred unless they were bidden to speak.

When I returned from lunch the main topic of conversation among the staff was the changed appearance of the two senior ladies. When I called Emma in to the little private office I used, she stood before me in some embarrassment, wearing a very short skirt, which was barely decent. “Lift  your skirt”, I commanded. She did revealing her shaved pussy in all its glory. I then made her twirl, so I could enjoy the sight of her neat buttocks, which I intended to turn red later. “I want to see you hourly for a similar display, and then when all the staff have left. Tell Carol to come in now”. The whole procedure was then repeated with Carol, whose skirt, I noticed, was an inch or two longer, but still, as it were, within the rules. For the rest of the afternoon they made excuses in turn, to visit me and parade their wares.

When all the staff had gone home, I instructed Emma to deal with the watchman in her usual manner, and return. They were then made to strip, and stand before me as I examined my new possessions. In turn they were made to show me their purchases, identical leather wrist and ankle restraints, Emma with a penis gag, Carol with a ball gag. The chosen instruments of punishment were a four foot cane, and a leather flogger. I was glad that they had not decided on the same.. I placed the collars round their necks, attached the leashes, fitted the gags and led them through the office to the store room. I had already noticed that the metal racks were ideal. Carol was nearest, so I put on her wrist  restraints and made her bend over. I shuffled her towards the rack until  could tie  her to the corners. Then I took her feet and moved them as close as I could before attaching them. She was now bent almost in two, with her arse  raised high, and unable to move. Emma had watched in some trepidation, but as she knew what to expect, I found it easier to put her in the same position.

“I now intend to give each of you twenty strokes, ten with your own choice and ten with your confederate’s choice”. Carol screamed through her gag as the first blows landed from the flogger. The way her arse turned so quickly red gave me a surge of adrenalin and power. By the time the last blow landed, she was limp.

Emma was then treated to ten blows of the cane. She was more stoical, and I was impressed with the way she accepted her punishment, but I made sure there were ten neat stripes on her backside when I finished. Then I made the same pattern on Carol’s rump, before finishing with the flogger on

Emma. “Time for my reward now for so much hard work” I said, parting Carol’s cheeks before inserting my cock, which had swelled nicely in the excitement. I thrust in and out as she lay there, bent double and unable to move.  After a couple of minutes I changed to Emma, pulling out when I

felt myself cumming. I released their bindings, and they both collapsed on the floor, but I grabbed hold of a handful of hair from each, and dragged them to their knees from where they were able to take it in turns cleaning my cock with their mouths until I finally exploded, making sure both were given their  share to swallow.

“I think you both understand your position now”, I said. “Tomorrow we will continue with your hourly parades, but after work I would like to invite you both to my house. I do hope you will both be able to come, in both senses” I added with heavy sarcasm.” When you are with me, you will always be dressed as you were this afternoon, at other times you may wear what you wish”. I made sure that they understood that all their  new toys would be with them, and led them back to the office, where they were able to dress, and go home.

The next day was amusing, there were more remarks at the new sexy dresses, and every hour they both came in to give me a twirl. Other than that we did not speak, until the office was empty.

However before I arrived, I had spoken to a bondage gear maker at my house. My large house had a cellar I had never used, but he declared it ideal, and said by the time I got home, there would be a cross against one wall, a spanking bench, and bolts attached to floor, walls and ceiling. He also agreed to provide ropes and chains, and was only too glad to accept an invitation for the evening. In the lunch hour I wandered down to the shop they had been to the previous day, and bought some nipple clamps, two dildos and a paddle.

Shortly after the last of the staff had left the building we went out to our cars. It was agreed that the most convenient arrangement was to go first to Emma’s house then to Carol’s and then on to my house in one car. As each of them sat in the back of my car, they were instructed to pull their skirt

up to their waists, and insert a dildo. I was fully determined that the reality of their servitude should be at the forefront of their mind, and the journey was part of it.

I also made it clear that they would always enter my house naked, with their collars on, and butt plugs inserted., bin bags were placed by the door for their clothes and I did not want to be kept waiting as they daintily undressed. Everything was to go into the bin bag, clothes watches, any jewellery, all  vestiges of their other lives. In fact the last one naked would be severely punished, and they were to carry their bag of toys. I smiled to myself as I said this, as I knew that regardless, they would at some time both be severely punished.

When I parked the car outside my garage, I told them to get out and pointed out the door. They rushed across taking off their clothes as they went and grabbing the black bags to stuff their clothes inside. They also quickly attached their collars, and inserted their plugs, retaining their dildos.. As I opened the door, Emma followed me in, with Carol just behind her. I ordered them to kneel in the hall, with their bag of restraints at their feet. I  joined their wrists behind their backs. Carol  sat with her back straight, but I saw that Emma was resting on her heels. “When you kneel for me, “ I  barked, “you will

kneel up in submission“. She quickly straightened up. I then took the nipple clamps which I had purchased, and fixed one to each nipple presented to me. They both gasped as the  teeth bit, and they felt the weight of the chain joining each pair . I added to their discomfort by placing  small extra weights to each chain.

“I have a special treat for you tonight, which I am sure you will enjoy.  However before that I have a little  task to set you both. Before you go to bed tonight, as soon as you get home, I want you  both to let me know how grateful you are for the care I am  taking to keep you out of serious trouble. I want letters from each of you tomorrow  morning expressing your delight at the punishment  and sex you are enjoying. I want specific and frank letters, in simple  language telling me how much you are enjoying what is happening to you, and suggesting one other way in which you could serve me. You will be judged against each other, and I am sure neither of you will wish to be second best at letter writing“.

At that moment, the bell sounded  and I opened the door to John. He stepped in, and looked down at the two very embarrassed ladies. “Good evening John”, I began. “You see before you Emma and Carol, two high-flying business ladies who have come down to earth. I am sure you will enjoy their

company, and I know how hard they will try to please you. I will just put on their leads, and you can show them the way to the new playroom.”

He took Carol’s lead, lifting her to her feet, and opened the door down to the cellar. I followed with Emma. With wide eyes, they surveyed the room before them, and the mass of equipment laid out.

“Before the main activities of the evening, I have some unfinished business with Carol, don’t I” I asked . She made no reply as I fastened her to the new spanking bench, explaining that her  tardiness in undressing at the door needed to be dealt with. I used my new paddle to good effect, knowing that her cries  would go unheard. When I finished I turned to Emma and said, “now then my dear it is your turn to pay the price of your poor posture in the hall.” I then gave her the same treatment as Carol. For the next two hours we took it in turn to use all their holes, after removing the dildos and butt plugs, and to try various  bondage positions using the cross, and the ropes and chains fixed to the many hooks and bolts John had provided. They both cooperated with enthusiasm, offering their bodies and giving full attention  with their mouths, arses and pussies. How good of them,  I thought, and are self preservation and fear of consequences not the best incentives known to man.

Finally, I decided to take them home, still in restraints, although I re-inserted the dildo, and reminded them that I was expecting good letters in the morning, and that they should be written to “their dear master“. I then drove them home. Fortunately for them were both able to get inside, carrying their bin bags, without being seen, and I followed them in to release them.  I then went back to John, who was enjoying my wine. He had several ideas for improving the equipment, and was very content with his evening.

When I arrived a work the following morning, I found two private and confidential letters waiting for me. I left them unopened until they had both been in to parade. I noticed that the paddle marks were still showing. Then I took the first letter.

My dear master,

I wish to say a sincere thanks for the deserved punishment you have given me. I am grateful for the opportunity to pay for my crimes in this way. The caning and whippings I have received from you have taught me the error of my ways, and I await further lessons eagerly. I acknowledge that my

debt is far from paid. I am also grateful to be able to pleasure you in so many ways. The taste of your cock in my mouth, and the fuckings of my arse and mouth have taken me to new heights, and I long for more. 

I also enjoy the humiliation of parading for you, and the knowledge that, unknown to my staff, I am naked underneath my tiny dress is a thrilling feeling.

You have asked for further ideas, and I would suggest that piercing of my body, if you wished it, would further underline my servitude to you.

Your obedient slave

Emma

And then the second

My dear master,

Since I became yours, I have learnt that pain is something I deserve. I thank you for the way you make me accept that what you have done for me is to purify me for the mistakes I made. I am learning that  humiliation is my lot, and will obey you in all things. I thank you too for the way I was allowed to serve you by being used as an object by your friend. Every day I am made aware that I belong to you, and exist only to please you. At first I found it difficult to come to you and show you my naked pussy, but now I wait with impatience for the hour to pass. Possibly I could serve you

further by the selling of my body to strangers, for your pleasure.

Your property

Carol.

I smiled, knowing that each of them had found it difficult to write their letters, but fearing me more than the degradation of writing letters so far from their natures. I could not complain that their suggestions were not sufficiently harsh. I liked the idea of piercing, and pictured them both with rings through their nipples. I had thought of a club I knew where slaves could be taken for general use, and Carol’s suggestion was similar to the activities of the club.

When they next came in, I told them they were allowed an evening off, but by the following evening, they were to have rings in their nipples. They then stood before me, with very short skirts, no panties, and a butt plug just above the skirt line causing quite a measure of discomfort. I also told them that

their formal business wear was to be worn when I collected them on our next evening, which was Friday, and I would require  them both for the weekend. I specified that formal business wear was power dressing, with heels at least four inches, and to include stockings and suspenders, not tights, no

panties and their  butt plugs and collars. I did however, give some grudging praise for their letters.

I knew that their  normal office  wear did not include very high heels, so added that if they did not have suitable shoes they were to buy them.Each hour  that morning they  paraded, and each hour I checked on the plugs to ensure they remained fully inserted. After lunch I enquired about the piercing, and was pleased to hear that they had gone to a local parlour and carried out my instructions. Both lifted their tops to display their rings which I approved. They told me that they were late back from lunch as they had also been to a shoe shop.

Next morning I enquired about their evenings off, and they both said they had used the time to maintain contact with their families and friends, to explain that they would be busy with the auditor all weekend, as the accounts were due, and to do their housework. They had both replaced their plugs that morning, which pleased me as they were showing more understanding of their position. The parades included a look at the pierced nipples, and I tugged gently  on each a little to see that the soreness was not too severe. They left promptly, and I told them that I would collect them within the hour, and they were to be showered and changed when I arrived, kneeling inside their doors, which were to be on the latch, dressed as instructed, and with freshly shaven cunts.

This was an evening I awaited with eager anticipation. I had made my plans, and knew that my pleasure was assured. I had confided in John, and he made some suggestions, and was delighted to be invited to join us. I had visited the club we were to go to on the free evening I had arranged, and

discussed my plans with the owner.

Promptly at six we arrived at Carol’s house. John went in first, to her surprise, as I had omitted to mention that he would be joining us again. She knelt there before us until I told her to stand. She was wearing a very smart business suit, and heels which she found difficult to adjust to, and I noted with

satisfaction that they were higher even than my specification. I asked to see the shaved cunt, the pierced nipples, and the butt plug. She raised her skirt, which was quite tight, presenting her pussy, then turned and bent over to show the plug in place. Finally she undid her jacket and blouse and moved her bra aside to show us the rings, before adjusting her dress and resuming her position.

We put her in the back of the car, and drove to Emma’s house. I waited in the car until John had  made the same checks I had made  with Carol, then joined them. I could see that she too was confused, and that her heels were at least as large as Carol’s.

When we were all in the car, I announced that we were, in fact, going out, that entertainment would be provided and I was sure they would have a great time. We then drove out of town to the club. When they got out of the car, John and I offered each of them an arm, and we passed inside. They noticed that most of the ladies were in some form of bondage gear, and many were, at most, semi-dressed. They stood out with their attire, but the collars made their status clear. We sat at a table on the edge of a large open space, which contained two small circular platforms each with a roof.

A nude waitress appeared at the table with a tray of wine, and we each took a glass. “What do you think of the club” I asked. Both replied that it was somewhat exciting, imagining what was going to be done with the various slaves they could see. There was pleasant music from a loudspeaker system, the wine was good, a second glass was provided, and they both relaxed. I then told them that as female guests, they were not allowed to utter a word for the rest of the evening.

Many of the slaves were kneeling at their master’s feet, some servicing them with their mouths, and some receiving the occasional smack with the hand or other implement. At this point the owner came out to announce the evening’s entertainment. “We have here this evening two captains of industry”, he began. “They are great supporters of charity, and would like to provide a small fund to benefit a worthy cause.” At that point two men appeared at our table from nowhere, leashes were attached to the girls’ collars, and they were led out onto the floor. Each was placed on one of the platforms, and a ball-gag inserted into their mouths. “They feel a trifle over-dressed, even too warm” he continued, “would anyone like to donate £5 to see these jackets

removed?” A couple of hands shot up, and the two handlers quickly removed each girl’s jacket.”

What about a tenner for the blouses?” More hands were raised, and the blouses were off in an instant. They both stood, stunned, now down to bra and skirt. “Some nice pierced breasts behind these bras, so how about another tenner for them?” Before either knew what was happening they were naked to the waist. Their hands were then tied and their arms raised to be fastened to hooks in the roof of their platform.

“Where to now? Shall we say the shoes, at a fiver each?”  When they were removed each found herself straining to reach the floor. “ Surprise packet now, so how about twenty for the skirts.?” In no time they were gone and a cheer greeted the sight of their naked pussies. They were then spun

around so that everyone on the room could see, not just their pussies, but the plugs in their anuses.

Some nipple clamps to add to the rings, how about a tenner each? Clamps were then  placed on each nipple, in front of the rings.“Just another ten each to finish the job” and then their stockings were rolled down, and their suspender belts unclipped. The handlers then each took the hanging girls’ ankles, and spread their legs and tied them to the edge of the platform. Both now hung, naked, gagged and with their bodies stretched as taut as a bow-string.

“There will be further entertainment from our guests later, and more fund-raising, and we have raised over £100 for good causes already, but we will leave them there for a while to enable your closer  inspection”, he said as he left the stage and returned to his seat in the crowd.

The two executives were left in total humiliation, which increased as many of those present came up  to feel their breasts, and even insert fingers into their pussies. John and I had been joined by two of the house girls, and ignored our “guests“, which added to their shame, as they could see us

drinking wine, and not concerned with them at all. We even ordered food, and enjoyed a meal with the house girls..

Eventually they were lowered, collapsing on the floor. “The main entertainment of the evening can now begin. I am sure someone will denote something . Say a tenner again, to see their plugs removed”. The two handlers then extracted the butt plugs, and undid the gags. “We cannot put them

away in that condition, so I am sure our entertainers will be pleased to clean them thoroughly with their sweet mouths”. Each of the handlers thrust a plug into the girls’ mouths, and they were forced to lick the filth off the plugs, which had been in their arses for some hours, until it was considered to

be clean enough to be returned to me.

They were then made to kneel, and their wrists and ankles attached to the side of the platform. Their knees were then prised apart and attached likewise, leaving their anuses stretched. Two contraptions were then wheeled out, like low stocks with a hole into which their heads were thrust, and locked in. The height was such as to make them strain their necks. Weights were attached to the chain between their nipple clamps, not too heavy, as I knew their nipples would be sore for a couple of weeks before they were fully ready for my use, but enough to  make their breasts hang down towards  the floor. Then they were blindfolded.

“For the final part of our fundraising, our collectors for worthy causes would like to offer free use of  their mouths, for just ten pounds, or their arses for fifteen, or their pussies for twenty. As an alternative, five strokes of the cane for ten.” For the next two hours Valerie and Carol were fucked in every conceivable way, not just by strangers, but by people who they could not see. They knew then that they were just objects of sexual satisfaction, allowed no human feelings. Every ten minutes or so someone would cane them, and as people who would rather cane than fuck tend to be sadists, the canings were not nominal, but delivered with feeling. I reckoned they had both suffered around forty strokes. The nice part for me was that the whole thing was videoed. Finally a halt was called, as both knelt sobbing with pain and humiliation, and they were released, and carried into a small room, where they were allowed to dress. John and I escorted them to my car, and we drove them home. At the door, they remembered to strip hurriedly, and place their clothes in the bin bags.

In the cellar John had constructed two cages, and each was made to crawl inside, locked in and told to sleep, but not, at the risk of unimaginable torments worse than they had experienced that evening, to speak to each other. They were warned that noise detecting recording equipment was installed, and any breach would be discovered. It wasn’t, but I was sure they would not be aware of that, and fear would keep them quiet. I knew that sleep was not going to be easy, they were folded in a ball, naked in a cellar that was not freezing but not warm either, they were sore, and their arses burned, but if they didn’t sleep, it was going to be a long night.

Before they entered the cages I  had them take their clothes out of the bin bags and hang them up, as looking smart was part of my plans for them. The following morning they were released, told they could dress, and invited to join us for breakfast.

Both John and I smiled as they came in, wished them good morning, and we sat at a table to eat the cooked breakfast which I had prepared. We chatted normally, I even sort of apologised if the caning had been too severe, and promised them no further pain, unless I was forced to punish them for

disobedience, which I thought unlikely as I now had some very nice photos and a video from the previous evening.

They both relaxed, comforted by the thought that there would be no further corporal punishments, as they both thought to themselves how well behaved they would be  to avoid it. I did however say thatwhat I had planned was non-negotiable, and warned them to cooperate without hesitation if they new

what was good for them.

Finally breakfast was over, and John cleared away the dishes They relaxed further. I then said that the day would be interesting and different. They were to become actresses, with starring roles. The scene was short, but we would probably need to play it out quite a lot of times. I stressed that they were to learn their lines completely, and we would practice them for the next hour or so. Their parts were identical, so they could learn from each other. They stood, each with a briefcase I gave them, and I told  them to follow my prompting, and repeat their parts.

“First, I said ,”you ring a doorbell.” They both mimed that. “the door will open and you  will say “Good day sir, this is your local blow job delivery service, may I come in””. Their faces were a picture, but they dutifully repeated the words. I then explained how they were to say that they were in training, and ask If their supervisor could also come in, which would be either John or I. Our parts, of course were non-speaking roles.

They were then taught to offer varieties with or without dressing, and explain that delivery could be taken lying down, sitting down or standing up. If without dressing they were to strip, in their sexiest manner as the client must be entertained at all times, and then ask if the client wanted free range or non free range. If the answer was non free range, they would open their briefcases, take out the handcuffs inside and proffer them. If the answer was free range, then of course their hands would be free to be used to enhance the experience for the client. Finally, the client was to be asked if he wanted full strength or mild. Depending on the delivery they would kneel or lie as convenient, and deliver a perfect  blow job, which would in effect be a face fuck for the full strength, or a tender loving sucking for the mild variety.

They were both in a state  of turmoil, torn between fear of refusal, and fear of going through with it. I was confident I knew which fear was greater. After a number of “walk throughs“, the lines were word perfect. I then added my final twist. I told them that at the end their ‘supervisor’ would release the

handcuffs, if necessary, and they were then to thank the client and ask for payment of 50 pence. At the mention of the fee, they both blushed bright red. Also to enquire if a receipt was required. In the briefcases were a number of slips on which was written, “One blowjob 50p” with space for a signature,

and some cards I had had printed. I did not want to offer a chance for anyone else to blackmail them, so I told them to sign ‘Fifi’ and ‘Peaches’ As they were leaving they were to offer my card, and say “Please tell your friends”.

I had worked hard at setting up this little game, I had a number of clients lined up who all were aware of the scenarios, so they had had time to anticipate and decide how they would play the scene out.

By eleven we were ready to go. I took Emma in my car, John Carol in his. I gave John a list of addresses and phone numbers, promising him that no-one was likely to be out. Our first call was a house in a nice quiet street, nothing special, a few children playing on the pavement, a few people walking by. I parked a few yards away, and we got out, two business people, one with a briefcase, attracting no attention as we walked up to the door. If anyone had seen us closely, they might have noticed that the lady was somewhat agitated. We stood on the doorstep, and Emma rang the bell. It was opened almost

immediately, and an ordinary looking man of about 30 stood there. After a moment of hesitation, Emma said “Good day sir, this is your local blow job service, may I come in”. As he waved her in she added, “I am new sir, and under training, is it alright if my supervisor comes in too?” “Of course”  he said, and I  followed her in to his lounge, and stood at he back of the room. “We have two varieties, sir, with or without dressing. Which would you prefer?” “Oh without, I think,” he said, and she put down the brief case and began to strip, not hurriedly, but without hesitation. Her jacket, blouse and bra were first, then her shoes, her stockings were unclipped, rolled down, then her skirt was undone at the waist, falling down to reveal just her suspender belt, which she undid and removed.

She now stood in front of him, naked, with her shaven pussy and her ringed nipples. His eyes were like saucers, as she  then asked whether he would like delivery lying down, sitting down or standing up. When he said standing up she then asked if he wanted free range or not. When he said not, she

dutifully handed him the handcuffs, which he used to clip her hands behind her.  “Finally sir“, she said, “do you require full strength or mild?” “Definitely full strength”, was the reply.

She then knelt in front of him, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which she leant forward to take in her mouth. He grabbed a handful of hair in each hand, and forced his cock down her throat, Then he rocked back and forth, pulling her onto his cock as he thrust forward, until his whole length was inside her. He came, I felt, disappointingly early, but he released her hair and stood there with great satisfaction etched on his face as she swallowed everything down, and tenderly even she used her mouth to wash his cock totally clean. When he pulled away, I stepped forward to release her hands, and she rose to her feet. “Thank you, sir” she said as she finished dressing, “ but now I am afraid I must ask for payment. Is fifty pence too much, sir?”. “Not at all” was the reply, without surprise as I had primed him well. In fact before she could speak again, he asked her for a receipt, which she duly gave him. She picked up her briefcase, and he led us to the door, where she turned, offering the card she had taken out, and said “Thank you for your custom sir, please tell your friends”. Then we walked quite normally back to the car and sat inside. I had, of course, filmed the whole scene.

I then asked her how she felt now that she had done it, and how she felt it had gone. I confess that I was quite disappointed to hear her reply, which was that she thought it had gone well, the client was quite a nice gentleman, and as she had known what was to happen, giving the blowjob had not been

too unpleasant. ”Compared to last night, master, it was not that difficult,” she finished.

Our next call was out of town, at a small farm. I helped him with his accounts, and knew him as a somewhat lonely man. He was approaching fifty, and his animals and farming affairs were his life. I parked in his yard, and we walked together to the door. There was no ringing of the bell, as he had heard us coming, and was standing with the door open. Emma quickly said  “Good day sir, this is your local blow job service, may I come in”. “Of course my dear” he replied with a smile . “I am new sir, and under training, is it alright if my supervisor comes in too?” “Of course my dear”  he repeated, and we walked into his kitchen. She then stood and asked about with or without dressing. “Oh no dressing thank you my dear” he replied eagerly. I somehow doubted that much dressing would be called for, but it amused me to see her asking so politely.

Once again Emma performed her strip and when she asked about delivery he said he thought lying down would be best. Then he asked for free range and mild. Emma took his hand and they walked into his bedroom, where she helped him undress, and lay beside him on the bed. I was actually quite proud of her as she tenderly licked and sucked at his cock which she held in her hands., as he lay back in bliss. She has sensed his loneliness, I thought, and she is really trying to give him something to remember. She also tried to make it last, easing off when she sensed he was near climax. This is some performance from someone acting under coercion, I was forced to admit. When he did come, she swallowed down eagerly, licked him quite clean, then helped him dress before dressing herself. When she asked for the 50 pence, he forgot everything I had said, and tried to pay her a special bonus, but she smiled and assured him that the going rate would be ample. Of course, he refused a receipt, and when she thanked him, he insisted on thanking her, which I  had clearly asked him not to. He did accept my card, and stood at the door as we left, calling out his goodbyes.

She didn‘t speak until we were out on the road. “I never expected to enjoy any of today“, she said, “but he  was so nice, and so lonely, that I strangely feel that I have done a good thing. I did not like the filming, however.“ I left the subjects, of her enjoyment and the filming, hanging in the air. They were both to learn that photos and filming were part and parcel of their ordeal.

We went on to visit five more clients, none of whom required any dressing, and only one other wanted free range. I am afraid only my farmer friend wanted mild, and she was face-fucked by  all five, who included a teenage boy, a rather smelly lout who had been down the pub for quite a while, two business men, and a builder’s labourer. By the time we arrived back at the house, the farmer was a distant.memory. Again she stripped at the door.

John came back soon after. Carol also stripped a the door.

Carol had performed well, John reported.She likewise had had seven clients, had undressed seven times, but had been violently face-fucked

seven times. He felt that she was on the verge of rebellion once or twice, particularly at the video, then thought better of it.

We sat at the table in the kitchen, and I insisted that they allowed me to put their earnings of £3.50 each in their purses, for which I expected thanks, which I duly received, if not convincingly. “Well. It is  Saturday evening, you have behaved well, so tonight you will sleep with us in beds. And we

will take you both out for a meal, with no nasty surprises, except a butt plug up your arses” I said, “so freshen up. I am sorry that you have no informal wear, perhaps in future we can see to that, but you will look smart.”

So we went to a rather nice country pub, enjoyed a meal and some wine, then we arrived home, they stripped at the door. I made them hang up their clothes when we got in, and I took Carol to bed, and John took Emma. We even indulged in routine sex, and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

After breakfast the next morning, I said “Now for today’s fun”. I explained it would be similar to Saturday, except the script would be slightly altered. Instead of the opening statement used on Saturday, “Good day sir, this is your local blow job service, may I come in”, they would substitute blowjob with fucking. It would not be necessary to offer dressing, but they would say “may I give you our menu , sir”. They would then go on to offer missionary, riding forward or back, doggy or arse  fucking, all free range or not as required.”. Then they would strip.The handcuffs were to be offered if appropriate. I said to them that I presumed they knew what missionary, doggy and arse entailed, but in case of any confusion riding mean the client lying on his back whilst they straddled him, either looking at him, or looking away. I could see that this change from the previous day was not good news.

The cost would be the same, and receipts and my card would be offered as before. I looked at the horrified faces in front of me, and said, “You can, of course, refuse, in which case everything you have gone through will have been for nothing, as I will carry out my threat. Can I be assured of your complete obedience and cooperation?” Each turned to the other, sighed, then turned back to me and said “Yes, master”.

We then had all the fun of rehearsing the new script, which was not very long, and the contents of their speech so well understood, that they were word perfect in no time. I told John that I would take Carol this time, and he could take Valerie, and gave him a list of contacts.

Our first call was to a less salubrious part of the town. Our destination, however was neat and well looked after. Carol sat next to me, fighting back tears. I did not want her to cry on me, so I spoke to her for a few minutes, ensuring she was finally ready to go. I thought that she was not as mentally strong as

Emma, who of course had more to lose.

When I assessed that she was holding herself together, we got out of the car, looking like two insurance salesmen, and walked up to the door where she rang the bell. Nothing happened and I guessed he was quite happy to let her wait. Just as she was about to ring again the door opened. A young man of about twenty one or two stood there. I had seen him around he clubs and pubs and we had chatted a few times. When I set up this scenario, I knew he would enjoy it.

Carol stood, on the doorstep and said what I had told her to say. “Oh good, come right in”, he said. “May I give you our menu, sir. We offer missionary, riding forward or back, doggy or arse  fucking, all free range or not as required” She then stripped as quickly as she could whilst he pondered. “Doggy

would be best I think, but not free range”. She finished undressing and offered him the handcuffs,which he placed on her wrists. ”Now, I wonder , the bedroom or here“ he mused aloud. “Here, I think”, he decided.  “Down you get little doggy, and spread those cheeks“. Carol got down on all fours, with

her  face on the floor, pushed her arse up as high as she could, and opened her knees as far as she was able which opened up her cheeks, and waited. He was in no hurry, in fact he offered me a beer, which I declined, but he poured himself one. And Carol strained and waited. Then he knelt behind her,

lifted her bound wrists with one hand, and with the other guided his cock between the cheeks, finally finding  the right hole, and entering her. Carol was aware of what was required, and moved against him, as he pounded her pussy from the rear. Then he would pull out, playfully smack her bottom, and

start again, until eventually he came, depositing his full load into her. He left her there for a minute or so kneeling in total humiliation, before saying, “that will do, you can get up“.

She struggled to her feet, and I released her hands so she could dress. Then she thanked him, asked for and was given her 50p, and gave him a receipt and card. He showed us out as if we were always calling, waved goodbye, and closed the door.

The next call was to someone I knew in Banking, who lived in a nice property, Carol soon found herself in the same position, face in the floor, hands bound behind her, legs stretched out sideways to breaking point as the new client pulled on her knees, but this time waiting for an arse fucking. Her anus was now not so tight, but he was not gentle and I could see that this was a difficult experience.

Fucking seemed to take longer than blowjobs, or maybe there was more travelling, but two more doggies, and one facing each way of pumping up and down, and the time was up. Strange that when there was such an easy choice, no-one  wanted missionary.

John arrived soon after, and grinned as he told me that Valerie had spent the day on her knees, three doggies and  three arses. I gave them each their £3.

I felt after the last three days, they were entitled to get themselves ready for work, John went home, and I took Emma and Carol to their homes.

The following morning, when Emma came in for her first parade, I asked how she was coping, and was surprised when she replied that actually she was coping quite well. And there was a frisson about the humiliation which was becoming arousing, thank you master. Now it was my turn to be stunned, as the question had been rhetorical, and I thought the answer was going to be quite different. She also admitted that she had felt good after visiting the farmer. “I am doing things I could never imagine myself doing, but it is alright  Master because I have no choice but to obey. The pain at the club was difficult to take, but it was a totally new experience. The way you treat me is demeaning, but then sometimes I  think in your own way  you are almost kind. I think that in time I will find some level of acceptance, but again, I feel that  whether I do or not is immaterial, master. I tell myself I have no choice. I have spoken to Carol, and she tells me that, while not actually agreeing, she knows where I am coming from“. How, I thought can she be saying this. What was I doing wrong? Were they both desperate to believe what they wanted to believe. I thought back over what I had done. Could I have been more unpleasant? Had I made a mistake when we had taken them to bed on Saturday?   All I could do was to make the best of  the situation, and leave them in no doubt of my total lack of kindness in the weeks to come.

I was certainly  distracted during the morning parades, but I had a business meeting with them both after lunch to think about as well. When they came in after lunch and sat round the table, I started by saying the audit was just about finished. (Yes, even accountants get things done eventually). Obviously there would be changes in our routine. They would be able to dress normally in the office, although I cautioned them to change back gradually, and to continue to wear short skirts occasionally, as the staff would soon put two and two together, and unlike accountants, would be quite happy if the answer was five. This was accepted as common sense. The plugs, which were secret as yet, could be dispensed with during the week. The game would continue, I was determined, even if it was confined to weekends, and the odd special occasion. They were not off the hook.

They both accepted that, they could hardly do otherwise. I suggested that they could lead their normal lives Monday to Friday, but would report to me every Friday evening, no excuses, and do my bidding as before. Obedience would continue to be total.

Some details I put forward. They would come to me in business clothes, but I would want occasionally to take them where less formal attire was required. They could even sometimes want casual wear, or just ‘normal’ clothes. I suggested that during the week, they put together a wardrobe with a few examples of each type of clothing, and deliver them to me. I smiled and said that fortunately they should have plenty of room, as underwear and nightwear would not be required at all. Did I have their acquiescence? They both replied “yes master”.

“Before we get down to business and closing the audit, I have one other thing to say to you, Emma. Would you nominate one evening each week?”. There was a pause, and then she suggested Wednesday. “Fine” I said. “I have a farmer friend of your acquaintance who would love to find things to

do with you every Wednesday“. I then gave her his name and telephone number, and told her the rest was up to her, but she was to report back to me on the details each Friday, and I hoped she would be inventive, as his experience was limited. She promised she would and actually smiled. ”Oh, no, don’t

smile,” was my response. “This is not to be a cosy little kiss and cuddle over a cup of tea. You will broaden his horizons so that he treats you like the slut you are. And quickly”.

Then down to business and the audit was completed, the accounts signed, and my brief report to the Board passed over. Another boring piece of number crunching done.

John was now effectively living at my house, and working full time for me. The cages were enlarged and were at opposite ends of the cellar, the quipment was constantly improving, and he even found time to build a couple of wardrobes in his room,  for storage of their clothes. He was making my spare room his own, and constantly suggesting new torments for our sluts.

On Tuesday I found myself at the farm. I was thanked profusely, as he kept saying what a wonderful time he had had, and what a nice girl Emma was. Firstly I asked if he could be free on Wednesday evening for her to visit him again. Not much doubt about that. Then I spoke sternly. “You have to

understand a few things if this is to continue. Emma is not a nice girl, she is a slut of no importance. Yet she has needs, and these included a desire to be abused and even punished. She will guide you into satisfying her needs, and you are not to allow your basic kindness to hamper this. Your attempts at

what you see as kindness will lead I am afraid, to discontinuance of her visits“. he thought about what I was saying, then told me that my news was almost unbearably welcome, and he would be living for Wednesdays. However, he understood what I was saying, and would do what was best  for Emma, and for me. I left him sitting in his parlour, lost in contemplation of what the morrow would bring.

On Tuesday evening they both came over, Carol first, then Emma about half an hour later. They went through the procedure of taking their clothes off and inserting the plug, and came in not just with the bin bag, but a suitcase. John showed them both where to hang their clothes, and each had a change of

business clothes, a skirt, a couple of blouses, jeans and T shirts, soft shoes  and an evening dress neatly folded on top. The contents of the suitcases were so similar in concept, if not in patterns, that I quickly realised there had been collusion. However, what they had brought was ideal.

We took them down to the cellar, bound them to the spanking stools, removed the plugs, gave them a few strokes of the cane each, took them in their arses, pussies, and finally  mouths to show that this was not a courtesy call. Then re-inserted their plugs and allowed them to dress and return home.

I must confess that my thoughts were elsewhere on Wednesday, but John and I found plenty to do, and on Thursday we visited  a bondage shop owned by a friend of John’s, and bought some outfits in leather, consisting mainly of straps, and a little different to the clothes we hung them beside in the

wardrobe.

On Friday they arrived together, went through their ritual, and entered the house. We then introduced them to their new clothes, which consisted of straps around their breasts and down under their crotch, dividing, of course to permit access, their restraints, plugs at front and rear, and two spreader gags,

which stretched their mouths  to a degree they would have thought impossible. Their wrists were, as usual, behind their necks. I had a good look at Emma’s rear and was pleased to see some stripes.

I informed them that we were going to the club again, but apart from being on show, they would not be asked to participate. We then wrapped cloaks around their shoulders and drove to the club. We were recognised and welcomed, the cloaks were removed and hung up. and we found a table. John and I sat in chairs and had drinks brought to us, the slaves knelt at our feet, displaying their charms. We were early, so before the distractions started, I undid Emma’s gag, and asked her to tell us a story, about the previous Wednesday. This was the story she told

I had rung and we agreed that I would arrive at 6.30. He said he was looking forward to the evening immensely. I was not wearing a great deal, skirt, T shirt and shoes, and of course my collar, so I stripped in the car. I carried my briefcase with my toys in it, and walked naked to the door, where he stood waiting for me. He greeted me,  I replied with “hello sir”, and he walked me through to the bedroom and lay down. I undressed him, with his assistance, and it was obvious he was looking for a repeat of our previous meeting.  So I lay down and started to suck, but when he began to harden, I knelt up, straddled him and guided his cock into my cunt.  Then I moved up and down as fast as I could, with my tits bouncing in front of his face. He grabbed hold of my tits and started to squeeze. I felt he would not be long in ejaculating so I moved away, and apologised for my behaviour. I said I was such a naughty girl, did he not agree?

When he said yes, I suggested I be punished like the naughty girl I was. I asked him how naughty girls should be punished, and he did not reply, I suggested they should be put over someone’s knees and spanked. All he said was well, yes, but I seized on that, thanked him and asked him to sit on the edge of the bed. I draped myself across his lap, and he began to slap me gently. I cried harder sir, harder please punish this naughty girl as she eserves, and his strokes got firmer and firmer, until I was really in pain, and aware that I had a crimson arse.

I then suggested a caning, as I was sure he had some bamboo on his garden. He had, and wandered off, naked, returning with a long piece which he used to keep up his tomatoes he told me. Oh dear, I said, it looked ideal, but perhaps I should be tied up to ensure I was still. I had in mind the handcuffs in the briefcase, but there was string everywhere, and I was soon tied to the table in his sitting room,, my ankles attached to the legs at one end, and my wrists held across the table and down to he other legs. He then gave me “six of the best” as he called it, which was painful, but not delivered with too much  force.

I was untied, and he then asked me  politely to please suck him off again. I told him that I was there to please him in whichever way I could, and begged him to tell me forcefully what he wanted, and I would obey. He then demanded that I do so, even calling me slut, so I knelt down in front of him, took his cock in my mouth, and sucked until he came. Then I used my hands, my mouth and my hair to clean him, and he sank back on the bed. He told me it was wonderful, and he was looking forward to next week, and that I cold leave now, so I walked to the car, pulled on my clothes and drove home. She then asked me if she had done well. I replied that I would judge that when I had the other side of the story, but she should know not to look for praise for doing what she was told.

The entertainment that evening was a whipping of a total pain slut, which Emma and Carol did not enjoy, as I think they were imagining what it would be like to hang suspended whilst a horsewhip was used to draw blood. However, they were paraded around, their rings were tested, they were slapped a few times, then we returned home. John and I made sure we made full use of our toys, as well as tying them to the cross, the bench and the new pulley from which they hung about two feet off the floor. Then we put them in their cages for the night. John and I had discussed the next day with glee. Although we would not be actively involved, the concept excited us both.

When they were awoken next morning he breakfast they were given was adequate, but not as lavish as the one they had enjoyed the previous week. They were made to dress as business ladies, albeit with collars. Then they were informed that they were off to work as last week, but with two subtle changes.They would be unaccompanied, so no “Can My supervisor come in”. They would drive themselves to all the addresses they were given, eight each as they were starting early. Then when non free range was requested, they were to ask “Neck or rump, sir”, and then ask the client to fix the handcuffs to their necks, or with their hands behind their backs. And the keys were to be handed to the client. They were also required to specify which variations were requested on the receipt. They were  asked to repeat the changes, given their briefcases and told to return as soon as they had completed their round, with the eight pounds they would collect. I had ensured hat parking was available, and they would eat when they returned, so neither had any money.

“Oh, one thing Emma, I will be with you on your first call, just to make sure it goes well, but ignore me, and act as you have been told. You can drive, I will get a taxi home. And Carol, I will accompany you on your last call, so give me a call a soon as your penultimate visit is over“. I had good reason for this. One of my very oldest friends was to be Emma’s first client, and Carol’s  last. I had gone out with him for a drink, and had a very guarded conversation, which eventually led to telling him what we were doing. He was someone I had been to school with, and if either of us ever married, we would be each other’s best man. I knew if he gave me his word he would keep it whatever, so when he pledged himself to secrecy, I knew that I could then rely on him. So I told him he was welcome o participate, which he thought was great, then I told him who would be carrying out the tasks. Two people with whom he did business  with every week,  who were customers of his company, and he was on first name terms with, and told him their names. I knew that I had to be there. He could see what I meant, and thought the whole thing hilarious. I then explained the scenario, as I did with all the “clients”, and how it was to be played, going through the various ‘options‘. I said I would just walk in behind them, sit down in his lounge which I knew as well as my own, say nothing then walk out behind them. He, for his part, said he would ignore me, but ensure they were both truly humiliated

So, they went out to their cars, with a list of addresses and a street map. I sat in the passenger street with Emma, but didn’t speak. She looked at the first address, a street name she recognised, and set off. She found somewhere to park a few yards from the number she was given, got out with her briefcase, and walked up to the door, and rang the bell. When the door opened she gasped in shock at the familiar face. “Come in Emma,” he said, “I gather you have something to say to me“.

She walked in as if on remote control, and repeated her lines. He chose no dressing, standing, non free range, neck and full strength. She stripped, as sexily as she was able, offered the handcuffs, and knelt in front of him when he had clipped her wrists to her collar. He placed his cock in her open mouth, then took hold of her ears to use as levers as he rammed his cock back and forth, right to the back of her throat. He shot his load into her, which she swallowed, and she licked him totally clean. Then came the thanking, the payment, (he said “as much as that”) the receipt,(No dressing , standing  non free range, neck, full strength ) the please tell your friends and we were outside. “Oh God, I know him, what if he says something”. I assured her that I knew him, and I also knew that he would never say anything. “He may smile slyly at you from time to time”, I called over my shoulder as I walked off to find a taxi.

Then when Carol called me later, I drove out and parked nearby, then joined her when she pulled up. The whole thing went just as well as with Emma, from my standpoint at least. He had the same menu as before, she was totally mortified, and we had a similar reaction when she was outside. I drove off and arrived home a few minutes before her and Emma arrived soon after.

They both stripped and were let in as usual. I could see they were bursting to talk to each other, but wiser counsel prevailed. I thought how I would like to be a fly on the wall when they had a private word on Monday. Then they hung up their clothes, knelt down before us, their wrists restrained, and they were plugged front and rear. I took out their receipt books, and looked at the carbons which remained in the book. We went through their days, with John and I commenting along the lined of, “oh, I see he wanted it lying down and you were restrained at he neck, I expect you found that interesting”. It was as if they had been out shopping, and we were going through how the day had gone. I commented on the ones I had attended, and commended them on the jobs  they had done, or as I then put it the blow jobs they had given. I took the £4 from each and put it in their purses.

Then I said,” Guess what, tomorrow will be a repeat of last Sunday, but again we think you are big girls who can go out on your own. But we mustn’t allow you to get stale, so when you are asked for non free range, you will reply, “would you like  the full spread, sir”. If the answer is yes, you will have ankle restraints in your briefcases which you will offer so that you can be fully spread-eagled, for extra fun.

Then ask sound accompaniment or no, sir, if no, then ball gags were to be offered. Now let’s go down for some more fun, I think your shameless behaviour warrants a caning, don’t you”.

So down we went and spent an hour caning them and taking them both doggy style. Then suddenly ,at 7.30, they were released, allowed to dress normally, and we all went out for a drink. I was deliberately trying to keep them on the hop, not quite knowing whether we were about to be kind or sadistic. At 10 we returned home, I took Emma to bed, and John Carol, as if it was the end of a date.

But in the morning they were up early, were given some cereal and coffee, told to dress ”for work“, and given the day’s address list. Emma was mortified to find that the first address was the same as yesterday’s, and Carol‘ checked her last one fearfully, to find similar bad news. They would both have liked to plead with me, but then thought better of it. So off they drove.

I went out to the farm, to ask Mark, the farmer, how his Wednesday had gone. He described it blow for blow (literally) as Emma had. He was amazed at the sense of power he had felt, and I suggested that next week he took the lead, and tied her hand and foot over the table as before, but at his bidding, to give her another caning and an anal fucking. He said, as I had thought, that he had never taken anyone that way before. I then had another thought, her ring piercing had now healed, but we had not really used them, so why didn’t he handcuff her hands to her collar, then put some long pieces of string through the rings, then pull the string across the table and down to the table legs, so that she was still tied across the table, but by her legs and tits. I had to explain carefully what I had in mind but eventually he got the idea. Then I thought why don’t I offer to join him, which he accepted eagerly.

Then back home for the day shift to return. When they were kneeling nicely on the floor, we once again went through their day. I was gratified to see that the full spread had gone down well, which was no real surprise because once again I had primed everyone. Most had tied them doggy style, but there was one missionary, (more fun when they are spread-eagled). Six of the eight had also opted for ball gags. I collected the £4 from each and added that to their purses. “Keep this up and you will soon be millionaires”, I mocked.

“Now, before you go home, There is one thing I feel we must not lose sight of. I want you each to say out loud, why you are doing this”. In turn they said it was because they had stolen from the company, and abused their positions. “Please never forget that. I think you should repeat it at the end of each weekend,” I said before allowing them to dress and go home.
On Wednesday I was with Mark early, and parked my car round the back. I had told him very little originally, but now explained that Emma was quite wealthy, but had committed some “irregularities” which I was aware off, but would rather not discuss, and she had agreed to accept my punishment to atone. Being made to act in the way she was acting provided the punishment she wanted, and eased her conscience. I told him to follow my lead, and all three of us would get something out of the experience.I noticed he had a small table in his kitchen, about 48 inches  long, 30 wide and 30 high, and thought it would be ideal, so we moved it into his sitting room.

When she arrived I was watching, and saw her quickly take off her skimpy outfit, put on her collar, and walk up to the door with her briefcase.

I opened the door, which rendered her speechless, as it was not what she had prepared herself for. So I told her to come in. “Please tell Mark why you are here” I commanded. “Hello sir“ she responded, “I am here to serve you, as you wish”. “And to be punished, is that not so”, I prompted. “Yes sir, I am here to be punished please”.

I then suggested we all walk through to the sitting room, where I had her stand, hands behind her head, legs apart, and tits thrust out. Mark then accepted my invitation to feel her body, from the front and rear. She was then told that as I had not seen her for a couple of days, I would be joining in, and made her express her thanks for my participation. She then took her wrist  and ankle restraints from the briefcase, as I instructed and handed them to Mark, resuming her stance. He busied himself attaching them, and clipped her wrists to her collar.Then he moved her to the table, up against the middle  of the long side, and then forced her feet apart and tied her to the legs. As I had guessed, it was just possible for her to stretch that far, but extremely uncomfortable. Then I stood opposite her and told her to lean forward, and attached some cord through her nipple rings. The other end of the cord was then fixed to the table legs on the opposite side, forcing her down on to the surface of the table. I wanted just the right amount of strain, without causing harm. “Would you like Mark in your arse“ I asked and she replied, ”Yes master”. I then made her ask him nicely , which she did, with please at the beginning and end.

Her cheeks were spread beautifully, and he forced them further apart, before placing his cock at the entrance, and forcing himself in. Then I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, and pushed my cock in her mouth. She lay there, unable to move, as we both moved to ejaculation. When we had finished I moved behind her and felt between her legs. She was soaking. I asked Mark to feel, expressing amazement at how much she was enjoying being treated like this. We made her lick our fingers dry, then I had Mark spank her. Finally I released her tits, but made her stay bent over the table.

Mark then said he would like to try the other hole at the back, which he did. Then I said, “You have taken pleasure from this haven’t you?” At first she denied it , but when I put my hands between her legs again, and rubbed her she admitted that she had, “Is giving you pleasure what we are here for?” I asked . She admitted it was not. “Then should I be punished for taking pleasure?“ she hazarded. “Yes I think you are right“, I said, before turning to Mark and asking if he would like his six first or second. He opted for first.

I thought for her punishment she should be made to show acceptance, so she was untied, made to bend down to her toes, and told to stay still, as any movement would render that stroke void, and she was to count both sets of six. This she did as we striped her bottom. As the last of my six landed, she remained in position, until I told her that she could get up, and if Mark agreed , which he did, she was free to go. When everything was back in her suitcase, she thanked us both and left.

As we sat afterwards, Mark said he thought that was the best night of his life. “So far”, I corrected him. I felt he would not need my help again, and suggested that in a short while, there was someone else he might try. I made great play on the wetness he had felt, and said that now perhaps he understood the needs he was fulfilling for her as well as him.

I had told John of the wetness between Emma’s legs, and when they were kneeling in my house on Friday, he suddenly pushed his hand between Carol’s legs. He then held up his fingers. Wet. I untied their wrists, and we went into the kitchen, and I had them sit.

“I want and need honesty from you both”, I began, “you are both doing things you would never have imagined anyone could ever do, and have obeyed me when you probably feared me too much to argue, or at least feared the consequences. You first Emma, are you being turned on, what turns you on, and what do you dislike. And remember I saw your reaction on Wednesday”.

She took a moment to, I think,  give herself courage. Then said, “Master I must admit I do get turned on when I find myself being shamed and demeaned. I have had time to reflect and regret what I did, and my underhand dealings, robbing a company which pays me well, and treats me fairly. For that reason I accept my punishment, although I do find the pain, particularly some of the more extreme pain, less welcome. But prostituting myself in the way I have, offering myself to strangers so explicitly, is somewhat exciting, I have to admit. And I have a weird sense of fulfilment when I see how Mark is so pleased.” She paused, then added” I can’t believe I said that, I really can’t, but somehow something in me made me admit the truth”.

Carol then admitted she felt somewhat the same, and added that the money she had ”earned” was in a dish on her mantelpiece, where she could always see it when she was relaxing at home. She also admitted that she experienced fear at the club, particularly when she had witnessed the whipping, and fear was less welcome.

I thanked them for their honesty, which I confess I found surprising. I wondered whether the punishments I devised were quite the punishments        I had thought. But what I said was that they would be pleased to know I had no plans involving pain, but I would be pushing their limits this weekend, and in the future. For tonight we were going to the club, and they would now be placed in the bondage gear as last week. They stood, and we dressed them in the leather straps, and fastened heir wrists again as usual. They were given cloaks for the journey, placed in the car, and driven on their usual Friday journey. As we reached the door, John removed the cloaks and I took hold of the leashes attached to their collars. We were recognised by the doorman, and I handed him the leashes. “They are on duty tonight “ I told him. He clipped the leashes to a hook high on the wall behind him, leaving them on tiptoe literally hanging on the wall. We then walked away to the bar. What followed was described to me by Emma later.

“It was strange being hung up like a coat, but after the small crowd who had arrived behind us were through, the doorman called for a stand-in, unhooked us and led us down the corridor. Soon we reached a door which had a sign on it announcing it as the gentlemen’s toilet. To my consternation we were taken inside. Naively, my first thought was, supposing we see someone relieving himself. We walked past a row of cubicles, turned a corner, and I gasped in surprise. There, in front of us were three naked  young girls kneeling in a row with their backs  to the wall. Their hands were fastened like ours, but their collars were fastened to hooks behind their heads, pulling their heads back and fixing them in position. Their ankles were also fixed to the wall behind them, and they were basically leaning back from the knees to the head. All had their mouths wide open, almost stretched. In no time there were five, as we joined them, and a sixth followed soon after. We were then addressed, “There are two new ones tonight, so I will explain. You are the duty toilets for the evening. Your mouths are to be fully open at all times“. Carol and I were then slapped, as we were slow opening our mouths, then slapped again as they were not opened wide enough. “You will be released when you are no longer required. Under no circumstances are your mouths to move, You will make every effort to swallow every drop, enjoy your evening“. Then funnels were placed in our open mouths. Almost immediately someone appeared, stood in front of the end girl, took out his cock, and pissed into her mouth. She seemed as far as I could see with my head held as it was, to drink it all down. Soon, we were tasting piss for ourselves, and swallowing as much as we could. Inevitably during the evening we were drinking so much we had to empty our own bladders, but there was a drain in the floor which took it away. Both our masters came in, twice each, and of course selected us. Strangely no one spoke, not even to mock us or tell us to keep still during the whole evening. It was as if we were furniture. Eventually we were released, and led back to our respective owners or masters.

We were driven home and I was commanded to tell what had happened. “I hope you had your fill, as it were, of humiliation this evening, but you were spared pain. Now into your cages, we are going on a long journey tomorrow.

The next morning the two sluts were allowed to dress smartly, and given a good breakfast, which I cooked for them. We also chatted normally, and they began to feel at ease. By 9.30, they were in the car, and they noticed there was no bag of toys, although they were wearing their collars. We were soon on the motorway, heading north. I asked how they had enjoyed the previous evening and received a less than enthusiastic reply. I told them it was a pity, as they would be on duty again from time to time. I told Carol she was to go with Emma on the next Wednesday, and be guided by her. I intended to suggest to Mark that they alternate, as they were not being treated equally at present. She said that Wednesdays were not a problem.

After a journey of about three hours, we were in Birmingham. I treated everyone to lunch, then about two I took them on a walk which ended at a strip club. We all walked in, and I greeted the owner, who showed us to a table. I say a strip club, it was more of a sex club really, with some very explicit routines. There were, of course only two females in the audience, which at that time of day was not great. I could see that neither of my sluts was entirely comfortable, and they were attracting a lot of glances, two well dressed, youngish ladies in a room full of generally scruffy men with a fairly high average age. For a couple of hours we watched the various girls going through their acts, some of which involved simulated sex, bondage and violence. All in the “best possible taste “ of course. Then during a lull in the proceedings, with most of the audience getting in drinks, I led my party to the side of the stage, through a curtain to a corridor where the owner was standing.” Well“, I said “what do you think”.” Not bad”, he replied. I then explained that the sluts were to remain, that we would be back the following afternoon, and they would be given a crash course on performing, and would be on stage next afternoon. I told the club owner that they would be obedient and compliant, and he was to report any lapses to me. John and I then turned round and left.

We stayed in Birmingham that night, had a few drinks, then the following morning wandered round the city centre. By two we were back in the club, where the performance was scheduled for 3. There were a few more in the audience than the previous day, but it was not full. The dancers/performers went through their stuff, well simulated, nice girls, everyone seemed happy. Then the MC came on to announce a new double act he was sure they would all thoroughly enjoy.

They came out dressed as harem girls, fairly transparent, enough to know that there was nothing underneath. They danced reasonably, if not actually professionally, with a lot of swaying and arm waving. A CD of eastern music accompanied them. Then a crash and two largish men came on and grabbed them. There was a struggle as they were gradually forced out of their clothes. I thought the audience seemed to be enjoying themselves. When they were naked their hands were pulled over their heads and attached to a bar running across the stage. Their feet were then spread, and they were whipped, not hard but not simulated like most of the other acts. They writhed realistically, and two stooges in Arab clothes came out and mimed haggling over their sale. Money changed hands, they were taken down and all four men then joined in taking them in mouth and pussy. Again it was clearly not simulated, and the audience loved it. Then suddenly the curtain closed and it was over. A few oddities in the story. I wondered if slave traders usually joined in with their clients, but there were four holes to fill, so four ravagers it was. However, no one else appeared to mind, the applause was the loudest we had heard, and everyone was happy.

That included the club owner, who invited us back any time. Our sluts then appeared dressed, and we set off back home. On the journey they told us how they had been drilled, if that is the right word, well into the night. The four stooges were very keen to practice the rape scene, and the other girls had derived a sort of gleeful pleasure teaching them how to dance. After only a couple of hours sleep, it was back to rehearsal again. Both expressed themselves glad it was over, but it was something of a new experience. “Who knows“, I said, “we may do it again one day”.

I allowed them to sleep in the back of the car, and took them both home, telling them to wear these clothes next Friday, and they could change back then. I was secure in the knowledge that our relationship was established, and I could start thinking up new ways to humiliate them.

The next weekend I told them that they were to be fucked by dogs. At this, they both objected violently. I was told that prison had suddenly become a more attractive option, and they were adamant that this was a step too far. My reply was that I was happy to accept, and would be contacting the authorities in the morning. And anyway, the videos and photos I had of them would arouse a lot of interest when I published them on the net, especially as I had been careful to ensure that they were instantly recognisable. Suddenly they were quiet. ”For now“, I continued, “you may return to your cages. In the morning you will be free to dress, and await the attention of the police on Monday. If you have changed your minds, you will crawl out of your cages on all fours, and limit your speech to barking. Please feel free to discuss your choices between you”.

The next morning, two chastened and very unhappy bitches crawled out of their cages, and answered my “Good morning” with barks. I placed four bowls, two of meat and two of water, on the floor, and both proceeded to eat. I could have cheered. I had them, their humiliation was complete, and each further debasement would be filmed, and add to my power over them. I contented myself with saying, “I am glad you understand your position, your choices are somewhat limited, total obedience or total obedience, please let me know if you agree”. Both reluctantly woofed.

I stressed that for the rest of the day they were dogs. They would relieve themselves as dogs, they would eat as dogs, they would speak as dogs, and they would fuck like dogs. In fact, I was sure they had observed how dogs liked to behave. “One at a time I would like to see you sniff each other’s arses. With your tongues right inside”. This they proceeded to do, with obvious distaste. The distaste was not so much what they were actually doing, it was the realisation that the game was over. Previously they had obeyed, they had done things they would rather not have done, now they knew there were no limits. I had them, they knew it, and nothing was ruled out.

But the attempted rebellion had to be punished. John and I took one each, they were told to stand and pull out their tits, and both were caned on their breasts. They stood, still, whimpering but not speaking, and accepted ten strokes on the top of their breasts.

Each was then placed in the boot of one of our cars, and we drove to the farm where they were to form part of the entertainment for the day. There were four other girls, more willing than they, and they were placed in an enclosure where several large dogs, very used to this, clambered over their arses and fucked them thoroughly. Lunch was served in situ, shared with the dogs, and I concentrated on their faces. Total defeat. What had gone before was hard to bear, but I knew that this was, for them, the ultimate degradation.

For me, it was over. I had an objective and I had reached it. What followed would, I felt become boring.

What actually followed took their breath away. Whilst I was wondering what direction to take, one of the masters approached me as I stood over them and expressed a desire to purchase them as pony girls. He assured me that it would be weekends only, I could participate if I wished, and they would be free to lead normal lives during the week. And I accepted. That was the answer. Fate had decided for me. He agreed to take them with him, and to collect their belongings, and led them away. I had some doubts about his assurances, but they were no longer my worry

I was sad to see them go, but I had gone as far as I could, it would all be repetition in future, and I had a new hobby to look forward to at weekends, with other girls to humiliate, as I full intended to take up his offer.. And being an accountant, the money he had offered was too good to refuse, after all, to accountants, money is the beginning and ending of everything.

.A couple of months later I attended the stables, as I had been away, and also fairly busy. They were beautiful ponies, and wonderfully trained. When they saw me, it was as if we had never met. Their only desire was to be good ponies for their new master. They had long tails, high headdresses, and strange boots which incorporated horseshoes. When harnessed, they gave comfortable rides, with excellent deportment. To my astonishment, (not), I was informed that they had both resigned, and I would be dealing with a different board next year. Their houses were in the process of being sold. They were happy as permanent pony girls, I was told, and appreciated that business life was a distraction. Neither of them dissented, but then, they couldn’t speak through their bits.

I was shown the stables they called home during the day when they were not working, with their new names Donna and Bella, on the doors. There were five permanent stables, and seven guest stables. All light, airy, and with plenty of straw on the floor. We went on to look at their night quarters, lovely kennels, warm, roomy, and labelled Rex and Donna, and Jason and Bella. They shared with a couple of Alsatian dogs, who were very much masters of their domains. Their bitches were aware of their places in the pecking order, and what a change from when I had last seen them. There was total acceptance of their roles.

When called upon to demonstrate their skills, there was an eagerness, almost a desperation, to please, that I had never managed to induce. Yes, I had acheived acceptance, even sometimes enjoyment, but the expert in whose hands they now found themselves had trancended this. They both thought of themselves as ponies, they also seemed genuinely fond of their doggy partners, so in both roles they were , well, content and fulfilled.The training must have been superb. Probably painful too. I was given a nice video of the mating habits of dogs to enjoy at my leisure when i was at home. It also included film of their training as ponies.

All in all, a satisfactory end for all.