My name is Sarah and after passing my bar exam I was hired by a large prestigious law firm just on the outskirts of town. I was promised a 6 figure salary, a lucrative expense account, and a  free membership to the oldest and nicest country club in the area. I was assigned my own parking space and I was given a corner office with a beautiful view of the city.

 

I decided to  come back to the city I grew up in for a number of reasons. I spent 6 years in college in a small college town atmosphere and I had enough of that. I liked the idea of getting back to where I grew up. Plus  I had some things to settle.  

 

After renting for 6 months I  found the house that would suite my needs. I was able to afford much more than my salary would dictate in that my parents left me quite a considerable fortune when they passed away. My inheritance was quickly transferred into my name in that  I am an only child with no distant relatives to claim my inheritance. Therefore things went smoothly when it came time for the  family trust to be turned over to my control.

 

The house that I purchased was  about a twenty minute drive from my office. It is a large and quite old abandoned house. I have hundreds of acres of woods  and passing cars would not see my house from the street. My driveway is concealed and the property has a brick wall completely encircling the house. I was told the house was almost a hundred years old and when the original owner died some thirty years ago, some of the children moved in, but could not afford the utility bills and left shortly thereafter. The house had been abandoned ever since.  

 

 

At the closing my realtor handed me a large set of keys to the house. She told me the bright gold one was the one to the wine cellar. I did not remember the realtor  mentioning a wind cellar. How nice,  a wine cellar that doesn't exist. I made a note of having to check it out once I got settled.

 

The house needed a total makeover. It might have been less expensive to have it torn down and just start from scratch, but I like new on old and I was determined to turn it into something really nice.

 

I got on the internet in hopes of finding an interior decorator that I could work with. I set up appointments with a number of decorating agencies. The first few people that  came out to the house  were overwhelmed.  I was beginning to get discouraged. I wanted out of my two bedroom apartment. This was  a six month to one year job and I wasn't getting anywhere.

 

I had an appointment  the next day with a woman named Helen, she was my last hope.. I found her on the internet and liked her website. We met at an upscale

restaurant

and had a drink at the bar. She was familiar with my house and was excited when I told her about it. She looked at it as a real challenge. I told her that I was starting a new job and I needed someone for more than just decorating. I needed someone that could take over and not bother me with the day to day problems of construction. I also, of course needed her for her decorating and creative talents.  Helen suggested we have dinner and I agreed I liked Helen right from the start. She is about 5 years older than me, guessing  about 32 or so. She is tall, as I am, about 5' 10" and she has a slender and fit figure. She is flat chested, dressed to my liking and was as pretty a woman as I have seen in a long time. She carried herself well and seemed to have a bit of a dominant streak in her. At the same time she had a nice personality and appeared that she could be  flexible. Helen told me she wanted the job. She suggested that we meet the next day at the house. She than said she would need a week to 10 days to come up with a workable plan. She would go over the plan with me in detail and would need me for a number of hours. She would than require another week to make revisions and again need me for a number of hours at the house. Once construction started she would require my presence about once a week or so at the house. She also would need an open line of communication with me in that I would be needed for decisions on certain things. I was ecstatic. I loved her approach. I told her she was hired and to think about how much I should pay her and what kind of a budget she would need. I made it clear I had money to burn, I trusted her. We agreed to meet the next day at 6PM.

 

Helen and I met the next day at the house. I forgot about the gate and didn't even know how or if there was a security system so I waited for her at the gate. She pulled up in a late model BMW and had another woman with her. Helen introduced me to Sally as one of her assistants and she would be working along with Helen. Sally looked about 25 or so. She was very pretty. She had short blond hair and was about 5' 6" or so. She had a very nice figure and I could see she had rings through both of her nipples. Now I have never been with a woman before. I have thought about it, but always just let it be a fantasy and never acted on it. However, I do look at women and both Helen and Sally were quite attractive to me.

 

We got to the front door about 615PM.  At 900 that night we were still walking through the house and looking into different rooms. Now it was my turn to get slightly overwhelmed. Helen sensed this and took me gently but firmly by the hand and told me not to worry. Helen assured me she would make this work and not to worry.

Sally followed Helen around like a puppy following her master.I noticed she had a collar and  it was almost like she had a leash attached to it.  She had a clipboard and took down notes as fast as she could write. In a firm but at the same time gentle way, she seemed to have Sally under her thumb. At one point I looked at Sally and she looked at Helen as more than her boss. I was getting wet watching Sally and Helen interact. I hoped that they would not notice. 

 

We met a week later and Helen's master plan was more than I could have ever hoped for. We made some revisions and it seemed like she knew more about what I wanted than I did. A few weeks later construction began. It seemed to be going slowly. There were some days that I thought I would never get out of my two bedroom apartment. Helen, Sally and I continued to meet once a week and Helen or Sally spoke with me on the phone  almost every day.

 

Helen and I met at the house at one point and Sally was not there. I did not think anything of it. The house was coming along really well and most of the heavy construction was done. The fun part was about to begin. At least according to Helen. She suggested a Saturday to start going to department and furniture stores to pick out furniture and so forth. We had dinner together that evening and decided the following Saturday would work for both of us. I asked if Sally would be coming along and Helen gave me a funny look. She than put her hand on mine and looked me in the eyes. "Sally is being punished, we will have to see." I wasn't really sure what she meant, so I just dropped it.

Saturday came and we spent an entire day picking out furniture. Our main focus was the master bedroom, the first guest bedroom, the kitchen, and a study or library as Helen called it.  Helen explained that we should concentrate on three or four rooms at a time so I could get moved in. Turns out Sally did not come along that day.

The first furniture store we went to was very creative to say the least. It was mainly for bedroom furniture.  I picked out what I thought was a really nice bedroom set. Helen liked it but than grabbed my hand and walked me over to a  four poster bed. The posters were quite sturdy. It was pretty obvious  what they were for. Helen told me she really liked it and highly suggested I go with it. She looked me in the eyes and said I would be making the right decision.  I could not resist. After a few hours I was getting tired so I suggested dinner. Helen invited me over and I accepted. It was a Friday night and I had the entire weekend free. I got directions and told her I wanted to go home and freshen up. Helen suggested that I be there by 8 and that sounded fine with me.

By now Helen and I had known each other for about six months. We had become good friends. I did not think of her in terms of sex in that as I mentioned earlier,  I had never been with another woman before. However, I was captivated by Helen. I loved her voice, her authoritative tone. I loved it when she would grab my hand and calm me down or make a suggestion. I loved the way she interacted with Sally. The fact that Helen and Sally were knockouts didn't hurt. As we spent more time together  I found myself thinking more  about both Helen and Sally.

 

The night Helen told me about Sally being punished stuck with me. Later that evening as I was falling asleep I could not stop thinking about it. Was Sally more than just her assistant at work? Was Sally her sex slave? I pulled my thong off and slipped my long middle finger deep into my pussy. I came hard as I pictured Sally tied spread eagle to a four poster bed and Helen standing next to her with a whip telling her that she had been bad. Telling her that a good hard spanking may not be enough. Helen pulled long ropes down from the ceiling and with  clips tied to the end of the ropes she attached one clip and  than the next to each of Sally's nipples. She pulled the ropes tight and tied them off. Sally's nipples and of course her breasts were being stretched to the limit. Sally than took a pussy whip and began to lightly brush and than hit Sally's pussy. Helen called it her cunt. She said that slaves don't have pussies, they only have cunts and if she is caught masturbating again without permission her punishment will be  more severe. Helen took a bottle of oil and poured it all over her hands. Some of it dripped onto Sally's cunt. Helen teased her and told her how she was going to pay for her misdeeds. Sally could only moan as Helen pulled her cunt lips apart and massaged them with her long well manicured fingers. Sally's cunt had a number of hooks so her lips could easily be tied back. More thin ropes came from different directions and were clipped to the hooks in Sally's cunt. There were eight hooks in Sally's lips, four on each side and they were being pulled very tight. Sally was totally exposed, her cunt was wet, and she was incredibly turned on. Sally had to be  careful not to move in that her nipples were so tightly secured to the ropes coming down from the ceiling. The cunt whip came down hard on Sally and she screamed.Sally's cunt was red from the abuse and stretched to the limit. Helen took her long middle finger and shoved it all the way in and finger fucked her hard. Just before Sally was ready to climax Helen withdrew. Sally moaned and screamed for release. At that point a  heavy rubber gag was secured to Sally. Helen got tired of hearing her slave scream. Helen then played with Sally's clit. She carefully pulled it out and licked and teased it, driving Sally crazy with lust and frustration. "This will teach you not to touch that filthy cunt of yours. That cunt is my property and I do what I like with it, not you."  With that Helen left poor Sally spread eagle, cunt lips tied back, nipples stretched to the limit. The light went off and Sally struggled in the dark.

 I woke up with my hand in my pussy and I was drenched all over.  I shook my head, in that I could not believe how real the dream seemed to be. I was so wet I went to the bathroom to get a towel and dry off. It was very late so I went back to sleep.

 

 I woke up the next morning. I was on my stomach with my ass in the air. I pulled my hand through my legs and masturbated until I came.  I came hard, thinking about Sally and Helen.  What a nice way to start the day.

 

Helen lives on a private piece of property in a very large house, like mine about 20 minutes outside of town. Turns out she is less than a 10 minute walk from my new house.  Helen's maid answered the door and showed me in. A beautiful foreign girl that could not have been more than 22 or 23. She was 5' 7" or so, very slender, beautiful long legs, olive colored skin, long dark hair worn in a  bun. She too was very flat chested and I could tell her nipples were pierced. The rings could easily be seen through her blouse. They seemed to be quite large. She too had a collar on and gracefully guided me to a small sitting room that Helen was lounging in. We were offered a drink and we both settle on wine.

 

"Helen, where is Sally, is she ok, I have not seen her for quite some time." The maid heard the tail end of my question, and turned and looked at me as she was leaving to get our drinks. "Sarah, I need to explain some things to you, but first, let me go over a couple of ideas that I thought of in terms of your new home, I was just thinking and while the ideas are fresh in my mind, lets talk about them now." I got the distinct impression that Helen was putting me off in terms of Sally.

After dinner, Helen took me on a tour of the house and I was quite impressed. When we got back to the sitting room, Helen asked me if I would like to see Sally and of course I said I did. We walked to the other end of the house, down some steps to the basement and than to another door. Helen took out a key. "I sort of get the feeling you are open minded, if you don't like what you see, than just tell me and we will leave." We walked down more steps and it was quite dark. Candles were on the walls every 10 or 15 feet, but they provided  little light. It was musky and I felt like I could smell the scent of a woman that was sexually aroused. Down we went and finally we came to a series of  doors.  Helen opened up the one marked punishment room. It was a large room, very dark, and I thought I could see a figure of a woman at the other end. I heard some quiet whimpering. As we approached I could now make out that it was a woman. She was hooded so I did not know who it was but figured it was Sally. She was completely nude. Her arms were tied in back of her and attached to a rope coming down from the ceiling. An chain was hooked from her neck collar to the floor. She was bent at the waist so that her torso was parallel with the floor. Her legs were attached to a spreader bar and were painfully wide apart. Clips were attached to her nipples and tied on to thin wires that were tied down to something sturdy. The wires were taught and the nipples were painfully stretched. Thin rope was wrapped around  tightly at the base of each breast. Her breast were purple from the tightness of the rope. The hood had a gag built in and the breathing was heavy.

"Sarah, say hello to Sally, or should I say punished slave Sally." I was in shock. I think because  the scene in front of me was so similar in nature to the dream I had the night before. I meekly said hello." Sarah, Sally is being punished for touching herself. Well, actually it is more than that. Sally was caught masturbating and was in the middle of a climax when I caught her. I demanded she stop but she kept on rubbing herself until she was done with her orgasm. Around here, this is a very serious offense. You see Sarah, Sally belongs to me, and Sally is not allowed to touch herself in anyway. In other words her cunt is mine, along with the rest of her." I noticed a large bulge in her tummy, I remembered Sally as being very thin, and this did not make sense to me. I asked Helen why the bulge. "Sally Please tell Sarah what we do with bad girls when they are caught masturbating. Tell her Sally." Helen walked over and removed her hook and her gag. Sally shook her head, she was dripping wet and I could see was in distress. It took a moment for her to gain her composure. "Mistress fills us with enemas when we are bad. I am given enemas all the time to purge me of my misgivings. I am holding 3 quarts, no 4 quarts of enema solution. Please mistress may I release. Please or please, I promise I will be good." 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

I began to look around the room and quickly realized it was not a room at all. It had all the markings of a 15th century dungeon where young women suspected of being witches were tortured until they confessed. As I mentioned, it was dark, with little light coming from the torches on the walls. It was damp and musky and the smell of urine was in the air. There were other strong scents in the air also; however I was unsure of what they were.

 

I continued looking around. Whips, paddles, canes, and floggers were hanging everywhere. There were floggers with metal tips at the ends and small pussy whips that looked innocent, but I had a feeling could cause a lot of pain. I did not know where to look first, I was mesmerized by Sally and the position Helen had placed her in.   

 

"Sarah, if it is ok with you, would you keep an eye on my Sally. I will be back in a few minutes. I need to get into something more comfortable. First, would you be a doll and place this dental gag in her mouth. I think it will help Sally think more about her misdeeds."

 

 Of course I agreed, what choice did I have?   Helen then placed the gag in my trembling hands and gave me a quick lesson. My first reaction was the weight of the gag. It was much heavier than I would have imagined. Helen than gave me a quick lessen on how to place the gag in Sally's mouth. 

 

I looked up and Helen was leaving the dungeon to get changed. I was holding the dental gag not knowing quite what to do next.  Everything was happening so fast. One minute I thought of Helen and Sally as the general contractors and decorators for my new house and the next thing I know I find myself in this dungeon for lack of a better description. I am in this place with more torture devices then Satin has. I am standing four feet away from a woman stripped of her freedom, her clothes and her dignity.  For G-d sakes, I was having coffee with this woman just the other day; having no idea she was or should I say is a sex slave. More importantly, Helen's sex slave. The two women I am counting on to make my house my dream  home are turning out to be something I certainly was not expecting or that I bargained for.  I really needed to catch my breath here. I would have loved to get some fresh air. I needed to, as they say in sports, "re-group".

 

However at the same time I could not take my eyes off of Sally. I loved the way poor Sally was standing or should I say stretched. As I got closer to her I could see Sally's legs painfully separated and bolted to the floor. Now Sally was being pulled downward by the wire that was attached to her nipples.  The wire that was attached to her nipples was moved to hooks in the floor and was pulling so hard it was forcing her to stretch forward and downward as much as possible or her nipples would be ripped off. The rope tied around the base of each breast was wickedly tightened and it looked as if her breasts were going to burst. In addition the chain attached to her neck collar was tightened and still attached to the floor, forcing her to bend even more at the waist.  She had precious little room for error. Holding a huge enema had to make the balancing act all that much more difficult.  I continued to stare at Sally and try and take it all in.  I knew for sure that Sally was totally at the mercy of Helen and in incredible pain.

 

I began to realize that I liked seeing her under such stress. My mind began to drift and I thought about how I would feel with the control that Helen has over Sally. I would be the one that decides if Sally gets to cum or not. I would be the one that orders Rachelle, the nude maid to add two more quarts to Sally's painful bowls. I would decide Sally's next torture.  This made Me incredibly hot. I was having trouble keeping my hands from drifting down to my pussy.

 

I  got wet from hearing and watching Sally beg; begging to let out her enema out, begging to be released, begging to cum. I liked seeing her sweaty and tied up and not being able to control even her bodily functions.  

 

I thought about it and decided that I should go ahead and place the dental gag in Sally's mouth. I did not know how Helen would react when she came back and saw me still holding the gag. I also was a little uneasy being two floors underground with all the instruments of terror present. The fresh air would have to wait, I could re-group later.

 

I meekly moved closer to Sally. As I closed in on her I could see she was in a lot more pain than I realized. This added to my uneasiness.   Sally looked up at me with those pleading eyes. Sally begged me not to put the dental gag in her mouth.  "It hurts so much, I can't stand it! I can't hold my enema any longer! I need to go! I need to go, please help me. Can you help me cum, I have to cum so badly! I can't stand it anymore! Please, I beg of you, please help me!"  It did not make a lot of difference how much Sally pleaded; I made up my mind not to cross Helen. Hopefully when Helen got back we could leave this place and go upstairs.  

 

However at the same time, I must admit that it was intoxicating to watch Sally go through this ordeal. As she continued to plead it began to turn me on. I wanted out but at the same time, I was beginning to enjoy watching and listening to Sally's moaning and screaming. I began to like it so much I would have let her go on and beg even more, but I needed to place the dental gag in Sally's mouth as Helen had requested before Helen returned. I softly touched her nose and it was wet with sweat, I started to squeeze and she screamed. I let go, her screaming really scared me. I turned away, counted to ten, took a deep breath, turned back, held her nose just as Helen instructed till she had to open her mouth, and then shoved the dental gag in. I caught my breath. I was sweating all over and my whole body was trembling. I got my composure back and I slowly turned the lever that Helen showed me. To my amazement it slowly spread Sally's jaws apart. I had no idea this would cause so much pain. Sally was shaking her head violently and screaming through the gag. I thought maybe by going slow it would not hurt her as much, but I do not think that made much different. I turned it just as Helen showed me and stopped at the point Helen had designated. I was done; I backed away and breathed a sigh of relief. Sally was still shaking her head from side to side and screaming more now than ever. It was obvious she was in incredible pain.

 

I watched Sally struggle. I looked into her pleading eyes. I could see this was turning me on. In a rhetorical kind of way I asked myself, "did I do that? Did I contribute to Sally's pain?" I knew I had and a thrill that I had never experienced before swept through me. "Am I enjoying watching this woman suffering?"  The questions that kept popping up in my head were coming faster than I could answer them.

 

 

In a way I was beginning to feel foolish. I had no idea these things were going on between Helen and Sally and whoever else.  When I was having coffee with Sally she was so professional and so well organized. I remember her saying she had to buy four pounds of fresh coffee beans. I commented that was a lot. She did not answer, but looked at me in a strange way. The coffee she was buying last week must be the coffee that went into making her enemas. That same woman is now stretched out before my very eyes with her stomach bulging from the 4 quarts of enema solution she is holding.  I wanted to touch Sally and feel her stomach, but was deathly afraid Helen would walk in while I was touching her. I had to have a feel. I could not wait any longer. I only had a few minutes before Helen would be back. I looked at the door to the stairs and did not hear Helen coming down the steps so I ran my fingers and hands lightly over her extended bulge and Sally moaned. Sally was so warm and wet. She was soaking wet, sweating all over her body.  She moaned as I ran my fingers up and down her bulging gut. I could not keep my hands off her full tummy. It felt so erotic. I even wanted to touch her pussy.  I felt down there and it was hot and wet. I touched and then pushed my finger in and heard a soft gentle moan. The moan that says, don’t stop. I thought maybe I could get Sally to cum. Helen would never know. I pushed my middle finger back and forth, I went in deep and I could tell Sally was getting really close.  All too soon, I heard footsteps and then the heavy dungeon door opened.   I stopped and quickly stepped away from Helen's victim. Sally moaned into her gag, this time it was a moan of frustration and disappointment.

 

 

Yes indeed it was Helen and she looked unreal. She had an incredibly tight latex suit on. All black that contrasted nicely with her white skin. Long black latex gloves were laced up and down her arms. The latex suite consisted of a latex corset that was tightly lased up and down her back. The top of the corset pushed her breasts up and out, showing her nipples that were pierced with small gold rings.  The other end of the corset stopped at her pussy, therefore showing her pussy and ass. I could see jewelry glittering from Helen's pussy but it was dark and I could not make out just what was down there. Plus I did not want to stare, not that anyone could blame me. Long black latex boots were laced tightly up Helen's legs, making her long legs look even longer and more erotic. Helen looked incredible and she knew it.  

 

It was hard to miss Helen’s maid. She was standing at attention next to Helen with a paddle in her hand at the ready when I suppose Helen demanded it. Helen's maid, Rachelle was nude.  Both nipples were severely clamped and attached with a gold chain. The chain was attached to another chain that went down to Rachel’s bottom. I could not tell but was keenly interested as to what exactly the end of that chain was attached to. Rachell had a slave collar on that looked quite uncomfortable. It was at least 4 or 5 inches wide and kept Rachelle from looking down. The collar was connected to a leash that Helen was holding.  Rachelle also had wrist and ankle cuffs that were both chained together. A third chain connected the wrist and ankle cuff chains. Seeing such a beautiful woman, tall and thin like Rachelle wearing the things she had on was adding to my excitement.  I looked over at Helen and she was holding a long, but very thin piece of something that I did not recognize. I looked at Helen and she could tell I needed an answer. Very simple and to the point, "this is a cane and has been soaking in brine and is going to be used on Sally today"

 

I shook my head to try and clear it and realized that Helen indeed was going to beat her slave. "Sarah deer please come over here and hold Rachelle's leash while I attend to my slave."  At that point Helen moved behind poor Sally. I walked back and stood close to the maid. I was so close to Rachelle that I could smell the unmistakable smell of a woman in heat.Rachell was less than a foot from me and I wanted to touch her. I wanted to do things to her. I shook my head again, thinking that I have never even been with a woman before and over the course of an hour or two I am ready for my own first encounter.

Suddenly I heard a terrible scream. Rachelle jumped and grabbed my hand in a knee jerk response. I turned back to see Sally’s ass and a mean red mark was quickly forming on her backside.  Another scream from Sally brought my attention back to center stage. Two more marks quickly turned red leaving Sally with more ugly welts on her ass. I was having a hard time keeping up.  I was mesmerized by the caning and the position that Sally was in and I could not take my eyes off of beautiful and naked Rachelle. Three goddess like women, all in the same room, all in a different role. I wasn't sure how I fit in, why I was here. I certainly knew I was excited and wet and that I needed to cum. I needed to cum so bad. The caning continued and Sally had welts covering every part of her ass.

 

I was overwhelmed; this was almost too much for me. I was getting scared but I did not know why. I was sweating almost as much as Sally. Just at that point Helen asked me if I would please help punish Sally.

 

"You know, Sarah, two hard smacks with the cane on each of  Sally's breasts from you would give  me time to get Sally's next enema ready."

Sarah although getting wetter by the minute was really at a loss now. Sarah looked at Helen like a lost puppy. Helen realized from the look on Sarah's face that she was nervous about using the cane on Sally.  ”Here Sarah, let me show you how it is done." Helen proceeded to strike poor Sally's breasts, twice each and her screams echoed through the dungeon.

 

"You know Sarah, it is getting late and we need to go over the blueprints for two of the guest bedrooms and I was hoping to do that tonight. Rachelle, will you please take care of Sally. She needs to expel the enema she is holding now. Give her 10 minutes, but keep a close eye on her, if she has a release I must be notified at once. Once she expels please feed her and put her to bed. I want her totally naked and face up. Please tie her spread eagle to the four corners of the bed in the hot room. I want her stretched; she needs to feel the pain of being tied spread eagle. Place the egg vibrator in her cunt and be sure to bring me the remote so we can make sure Sally is stimulated throughout the evening. "

 

At that point Helen motioned for Rachell to step closer to Helen so further instructions would not be heard by poor Sally.

 

"Rachelle, once Sally is cleaned out put the enema butt plug nozzle in her. When you lay her down be sure the hose goes through the small hole in the bed. Have the enema bag ready for her. Please use the frozen enema bag that is in the freezer. Hook it up to her and open the clamp. Turn the heat up to the max. Spread the itching oil all over her skin and take her as close to release as you can. Take her to the edge a total of ten times and than turn the lights out and leave. Sally should be in total darkness. One more thing. Please take the dental gag out and place a large ball gag in her mouth. I also want you wearing a ball gag when you come upstairs for presentation. Understood?"

 

"Yes Mistress, is there anything else that I can do for my Mistress this evening."

 

"Come back upstairs and present yourself when you are done, I am sure we can find something for you to work on." "Sally we need to look over those blue prints, come let’s have a drink and get relaxed.