Chapter 1:

Christine couldn’t believe her luck.  She was now on her way to the private club, in a limo no less.

It had only been Tuesday that she had gone out to a movie with Cassandra.  That in itself seemed rather strange, but they had both gotten along well while working on a school project together.  Working together wasn’t exactly correct either, as Christine did most of the work.  Christine knew that was just the way it worked with rich girls like Cassandra, they always got their way.  They always looked beautiful, wore the best clothes, and dated all the cute guys.

Even at a private college, Cassandra and her friends stood out.  Generally everyone in the college was well off – they couldn’t afford to be here otherwise.  Yet these girls’ were unimaginably rich, and they acted in an overpowering manner as though their money could by them anything they wanted.  And generally speaking, it did.  A lot of people called them snobby bitches, but Christine didn’t think so.  She couldn’t get over how good looking they were.

Of course, Christine wasn’t exactly in a position to compete with them either.  She was here on a scholarship, and had to work hard to fit in.  She wasn’t poor either, but she didn’t have the power that girls like these had.

Cassandra was a tall blonde haired beauty, with a wonderfully curved body.  Her clothing was always a designer fit that hugged her in all the right places.  Even though, it was another girl, Christine could not help but be in awe of her beauty.  She wasn’t exactly an ugly duckling either, though.  With her long wavy blond hair, and her slender figure she was hotly pursued by the boys as well.  But it was different.  She didn’t have Cassandra’s class, elegant walk, or the money for such beautiful clothing.  Yet, it was somehow more, she lacked Cassandra’s demeanour of self-assurance.

Christine could only try to relax in her presence, and found herself eager to please her new found friend and socialite.  While watching the movie, Cassandra brushed her hand along Christine’s thigh.  At first Christine didn’t know what to think.  She instinctively closed her legs together, withdrawing from the touch.  Then, as Cassandra stared at her with a firm gaze that a mother would give an errant child, Christine felt her legs spreading open once again.  Cassandra relaxed, and returned her hand to Christine’s thigh.  This time she started higher up, just below the helm of Christine’s short skirt.

As the movie progressed, Cassandra worked her hand up Christine’s thigh.  She casually lowered her hand to caress Christine’s inner thigh.  Christine shifted and attempted to close her legs.  Cassandra looked at her sternly and shook her head reproachfully.  She then gave a hard slap to Christine’s thigh to emphasize her displeasure.  Christine was so startled she didn’t know what to do. Cassandra had her hand raised, ready to issue another slap, when Christine resigned herself and spread her legs.

Cassandra smiled, and gave an approving pat to Christine’s knee.  She then sat back, placed her hand along Christine’s inner thigh, and once again returned her attention to the movie.  Her hand continued to reach up Christine’s skirt, until she began to caress the cotton panties below.  Christine could only gasp.  She looked at Cassandra, who only smiled and returned her attention to the movie.

Christine did not know what to do.  She had never been caressed by a woman before.  She looked around nervously, wondering if anyone could see.  Fortunately, the theatre was practically empty.  She dared not close her legs for fear of Cassandra’s rapprochement.  She kept her arms at her side and her legs spread.  As Cassandra intensified the stroking of her slit through the panties, it was all Christine could do not to begin moaning.  She attempted to concentrate on the movie, but she found that she could only stare forward and concentrate on her breathing.

She was on the edge of climaxing when the credits began to run.  Cassandra removed her hand and smiled at Christine.  As they exited the theatre, Cassandra acted as if nothing had happened.  Christine struggled to regain her composure, as her now moist pussy called out for further attention. 

Cassandra seemed quite comfortable giving directions, directing them to the washroom, making brief comments as to how Christine she should correct her make-up, and as they walked out to the car.  Christine found herself following her directions implicitly.  She was in new territory, and Cassandra’s sense of control was oddly comforting.

Of course Cassandra’s car was beautiful, a sporty BMW.  As Christine sat down in the passenger’s seat, Cassandra looked over Christine’s body and smiled.  “Don’t sit that way.  It is far more enjoyable if you lift up the back of your skirt to sit down directly on the seat.  That way you can feel the leather on your behind.”   Christine looked sceptical.  “Go on,” Cassandra prodded her.

Christine looked across at Cassandra, “But, you are sitting on your skirt.”  She sat ladylike with her long skirt stretching out demurely.  Cassandra smiled, “I don’t like to loose control.  I find the feel of leather too distracting.”

Christine continued to look confused, “For driving” Cassandra added.  Christine nodded her understanding, although it was not at all clear.

“Now, go on…” Cassandra prompted her once again.

Christine lifted up the back of her skirt and sat down.  The feeling of leather along her backside was amazing.   And when the car started up, the gentle rumbling of the motor intensified her arousal.  Instinctively, sitting beside Cassandra, she spread her legs partially.  She noted that this position forced her skirt to ride up.  Cassandra smiled her approval.

She was expecting Cassandra to caress her as they drove home, and she kept her legs spread to allow her access.  Yet, as Cassandra made not attempt to do so, she began to close her legs as they neared her house.  Cassandra slapped her lightly; not as hard as the last time, but enough to provide instruction.  Her legs were then spread accordingly, but once again Cassandra made no move to caress them.  As they pulled into Christine’s driveway, Cassandra gazed at Christine and placed her hand on Christine’s inner thigh.  “The important thing is to be available at all times,” she remarked instructively.

She smiled and gently patted Christine’s knee.  “We will talk again tomorrow.  Have a good night”

Christine was startled and somewhat disappointed by the sudden end to the evening.  “Uh, yes.  Good night,” she stammered as she climbed out of the car.  She looked back and smiled, before entering the house and Cassandra’s car pulled away.

She made a quick greeting to her parents sitting in the living room, and then hastily went to her room and prepared for bed.  This was quite unusual for her to retire so early, but her mind was a buzz.

She had never been with another girl before, though she couldn’t deny the thought had occurred to her.  It was hard to tell where the line between delighting in fashion and style; and enjoying the shape and beauty of another woman.  But she knew she wanted more, that was for certain.  She couldn’t help rubbing herself, as she thought.

Her final thought before dozing off to sleep; what did Cassandra mean by, “The important thing is to be available at all times.”

Things were not any clearer the next day at school.  In the morning she saw Cassandra in the hall talking with three of her socialite friends.  She waived to Cassandra, and Cassandra acknowledged her with a nod.  They all turned to stare at Christine as Cassandra continued to speak.  Christine was a bit unnerved by the attention, and certainly felt unwelcome to join their circle.

She pondered this thought as she walked toward her class.  Every girl in the college wanted to be part of their inner circle.  Everyone knew those four – they were the most popular in their small college.  Well, maybe not popular as they offended many with their rich snobbish behaviour.  Yet certainly the best looking, best dressed, richest, preparing to attend the best universities and the most put together.  They always seemed to be in control, and generally got what they wanted.  As seniors, everyone looked up to them.

Christine would love to be one of them, and welcomed into their circle.

There was even a rumour that they liked sex with other girls, and together they had even enslaved another girl, and used her for their sexual pleasure.  Rumour had it that they routinely spanked her, tied her up, and forced her to give them oral pleasure.

Christine had never been inclined to believe the rumours before.  All sorts of jealous gossip surrounded Cassandra and her clique. Yet she now knew that Cassandra had a thing for other girls.  Gosh, the thought of spanking another girl and having another girl’s tongue lapping at her pussy, made Christine blush.  Errant thoughts from some of her older brother’s B&D videos and magazines, which she had snuck out to watch and read, now wandered through her head.  She decided to go into the washroom to freshen up before class.  She would be late, but there was no way she could concentrate in class in this aroused state.

As the day progressed, she drifted into her routine, and her kinky thoughts subsided.  It was not until her final class did she see Cassandra again.  Cassandra dropped a note that she wanted to see after the class, and Christine nodded her agreement.

After school, Cassandra directed them out to the yard, so they could walk and talk with privacy.

“Did you enjoy last night?’ Cassandra asked.

“Yes,” Christine responded with a slight blush.

“Good,” Cassandra smiled, “…very good.  Deborah, Rozina, Laura and I all find you attractive, and we would like you to join us.”  Christine listened on in amazement, was she really being welcomed into their group.  “We are planning a get away this weekend at Laura’s country home, and we would like you to come.  Are you available?”

Christine was almost beside herself.  “Oh, … yes of course I can come.”  She did have plans, but those were now irrelevant.  “What should I bring?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, we’ll have everything prepared.”

“I meant clothes.”

“So did I,” Cassandra said with a mischievous wink.

“What do you do up at the cottage?”  What they were actually going to do had been an after thought for Christine.  The invitation to join them was all that mattered.

“Well, first of all, I wouldn’t exactly call it a cottage.”  Christine nodded her understanding, as she could only imagine the size of Laura’s family estate in the country.  “And, as for what we do…” Cassandra paused and then looking at Christine intently “lots of fun games.”

Christine could feel the heat coming from Cassandra.  She couldn’t help herself from remarking, “You know, uh, there’s a rumour that you have a slave girl that you like to spank and torment.”

She looked nervously at Cassandra, amazed that she had the nerve to make this ridiculous comment.  She blushed in anticipation of the response.

“Well as I think you gathered, we have a taste for other girls.”  And then with her ever constant gaze, she turned the question around to Christine, “What do you think about beautiful young women being tied up, and having their lovely behinds spanked?”

Christine was caught off guard, “I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” Cassandra responded, her gaze becoming much firmer. “Don’t you think we have the right to play with pretty young things, as we desire.”

Cassandra’s overwhelming self-confidence was compelling her.  Christine could not conceive of answering another way, “Yes, I suppose you do.”

“Good, I’m glad we are in agreement.  We should have a very fun weekend then.”  Cassandra put her arm around her, and lead them to the parking lot, allowing her hand to stroke Christine’s bottom as they walked.

Cassandra offered her a ride home, and felt Christine could almost feel the cold stare on her as she sat down.  “Have you forgotten how to sit already?” Cassandra asked.

Christine was puzzled for a moment, and then as it dawned on her, she responded with concern.  “Here?  At the school?”

“Be available at all times – remember what I said,” Cassandra responded naturally.  Of course Christine hadn’t forgotten.  The words still puzzled her, and she had thought long and hard about those words.  Only now were they starting to make sense.

She hesitated, then looked around to ensure no one was near or could see.  Seeing it was clear, she lifted the back of her skirt to sit down directly on the leather seat.  She then leaned back, and spread her legs.

Cassandra smiled, “Good girl.”  She then started up the car and drove out.  This time, she did rest her hand along Christine’s inner thigh as she drove her home.  There was no heavy petting, but Christine could not help but become aroused from the attention.  And Cassandra seemed quite pleased with this development.  As they stopped in the driveway, instructions were given for Friday evening, and when to be ready.

The next day she thought would be different – she was part of the clique now wasn’t she?  Yet it certainly didn’t have that appearance.  When she saw the girls in the hallway, she started to walk up to them, but Cassandra gave a brief  hand gesture to note that she was not welcome until later.  It left her somewhat perplexed, but perhaps they just needed some time to adjust.  She was certain they would welcome her after they had bonded together over the weekend.

Friday at college was pretty much the same.  Yet, as the day progressed, she found it almost impossible to contain herself.  She was going with the hip girls for a weekend of fun and adventure.  Her fantasies went in all directions.  She fantasized about being popular at college, as she was part of the inner clique.  She fantasized about kissing and caressing the gorgeous breasts of her new friends over the weekend.  She fantasized about this mysterious slave (which may or may not exist) being whipped mercilessly.  And once again, the slave kneeling before all of them and giving them oral service.

She was a nervous wreck by the last class.  Cassandra, from her vantage point across the class, only provided a knowing smile.  As the class exited, Cassandra only sought confirmation that she should be ready by 7:00 as scheduled.  Oh, would she!

And now hear she was, in Laura’s limousine driving out to the country estate, and their private club.  The five of them drove in the back, and the driver was blocked from viewing by a black window divider.  Christine sat between Laura and Rozina, while Cassandra and Deborah sat opposite them.

They all looked so gorgeous; Laura, a tall buxom brunette, with long firm legs; Rozina, the short but oh so elegant young lady with beautiful straight black hair; and Deborah the fiery red head, whose athletic figure and deep green eyes left one almost mesmerized.

They made some small talk, as they became acquainted.  Christine knew them all, and had been in classes with each of them at one point or another throughout their years in college together.  Yet these girls were known to ignore all lesser individuals, who were not within their circle.  So, it seemed like she was being introduced to them for the first time.

Their questions were probing, and not necessarily welcoming.  Christine dismissed the thought as just their mannerisms.  She was the new girl in their circle, and would have to adjust.

They were just outside of the city when Cassandra changed the tone.  “Now that we are all settling in, I have to say I am somewhat disappointed Christine.  Have you forgotten how to sit once again?”

She had been specifically instructed to wear a short skirt, which would now ride up revealing her panties below if she lifted the back as Cassandra suggested.  Christine looked nervously at the other girls.  “You mean here?”

“Of course here!  We are on the way to our private club.  Now more than ever, you must learn to sit appropriately – available.”  Her tone was sharp, and yielded no response.

Christine once again looked at each of the other girls, and found the same sharp commanding stare in each of them.  She noted that none of them were sitting with their skirts raised to sit on their bare behind.  She sighed nervously.  She was the new girl, and she had to do what was necessary to fit in.  This is how the games begin, she thought, as she raised herself up to pull up the back of her skirt and sit down on the bare seat with her legs partially spread.

She gazed about her as she leaned back in her seat, her arms at her side.  They all smiled appreciatively.  Laura, reached over and placed her hand along the inner thigh, and practically sighed her approval, “uhhm… very nice.”

All eyes were upon here as she held her place, and absorbed their affection, feeling the heat build up within her and ooze out between her legs.  It was not long before Laura’s hand was rubbing her panties, the delicate silk panties she had chosen for just such sexual adventures.  Laura feeling the moisture intensified her stroking, and then suddenly pushed the panties aside and inserted two fingers into Christine’s glistening hole.  Christine gasped out in surprise, but did not move or resist.

All the girls were becoming aroused by this display.  Rozina, not wanting to be left out, leaned over and began to knead Christine’s breasts through her blouse.  Christine only stared at her, as Rozina proceeded to unbutton the blouse.

Oh God, she was hot.  All these beautiful women and she was right in the middle.  Taking the initiative, she reached over to caress Laura’s legs through her slacks.  To her surprise, she received a sound slap on her hand.

She stared into Laura’s eyes, seeking some reason.  “Did I give you permission to touch me?” Laura inquired.

“No, but I…”

Laura cut her off.  “You may only touch us with our permission.”

Laura’s other hand, never left Christine’s pussy.  Christine wondered at this.  Since when had she given permission?  Of course this thought drifted away, as the thought of Laura withdrawing her hand was inconceivable in her aroused state.  She would have given permission in a second, had she been asked.

This sudden tension withdrawn, the serious petting resumed.  Her blouse was now unbuttoned, and Rozina beckoned her to lean forward so she could remove it.  That being done, the bra was also quickly unhooked and removed.

Cassandra and Deborah looked on approvingly and with growing arousal.  Deborah, seizing the moment, leaned over and kissed Cassandra passionately.  Cassandra eagerly responded to her attention, and opened her mouth to begin a sensuous French kiss.

Christine’s senses were overwhelmed.  Laura now had three fingers inside her dripping pussy.  Rozina was alternating between licking her nipples, and firmly pinching them.   And in the seat in front of her, Cassandra and Deborah were in a passionate embrace of kisses and fondling of one another’s full body.  The intensifying arousal soon erupted in an overwhelming climax.  She cried out in ecstasy, which only further intensified the other girls’ activities.

Laura and Rozina, excited by Christine’s climax, leaned over and gave one another a passionate kiss.  Neither made a motion to kiss Christine beneath them, nor did they remove their hands from her body.  The trip proceeded in a haze of caresses, and licks, and passionate kisses between the other girls.  Cassandra never closed her legs, leaned forward, or raised her arms from her side.  She remained available.

Christine was startled when they pulled into a long driveway, and the car came to a stop.  The driver’s voice, a young woman, came over the intercom, “We have arrived mistresses.”

They all pulled themselves together; Christine hastily putting on her blouse without the bra; and they climbed out of the car.  She caught a glimpse of what she guessed was the driver, a young woman, hastening up to the house ahead of them.

Christine now understood Cassandra’s earlier correction regarding the “cottage”.  This place was a mansion.  And they would have it all to themselves this weekend.  Christine brimmed with excitement, and lingering arousal.  Welcome to the club.

Chapter 2

They all wandered into the lounge.  Cassandra and Deborah sat down on the sofa, and Rozina stretched out along the other corner of the sofa.  Laura sank back into a comfortable looking leather chair.

Christine looked for a place to sit, when Laura held her hand for a moment.  “Would you light the fireplace for us, hon?”

Christine nodded, and made her way over the grand fireplace with the block frame, and iron grate.  A deep oak mantle piece with the familial pictures was set above.  On the mantle, Christine found some matches, and noted there were already fresh logs in place.  She got the fire going, and then turned back to Laura.

“That’s nice.  Helps to set the mood don’t you think?”  Christine nodded her agreement.  She wanted to lean over and kiss her, but had not been given permission, and Laura gave no indication that such attention was wanted.  “Would you mind going into the kitchen to help Josephine?” Laura continued.

“Josephine?”

“Yes, she is preparing our drinks now.  She knows what we like.”

This still didn’t answer the question of who Josephine was exactly, likely a servant.  Yet Christine overlooked this response, as she was eager to please her host, “Sure. No problem, but, uh, where is the kitchen?” she responded with a smile.

Laura gave directions, and Christine wandered off to one of the adjacent rooms.  She came to a halt when she saw Josephine.  Before her was an attractive girl, likely 19 like herself, with a slender form and wavy blond hair.  But it was what she wore that was astonishing.

Josephine wore only a white lace corset tight around her waist pushing up her breasts so that they were exposed; shear stockings; and arched red high heels.  On her wrists and ankles were padded cuffs, and a leather collar on her neck.  Her breasts, buttocks and sex were fully presented, even accentuated somewhat by the corset.

Josephine turned to her, “You must be Christine,” speaking casually as if they had just bumped into one another at a party.

“Uh, yes,” Christine struggled for something to say, “You must be Josephine.”

Josephine smiled in return.

“Laura asked me to help you with the drinks.”

“That would be wonderful,” Josephine stated as she bent down to retrieve some glasses from the dishwasher.  Her ass was nicely accentuated.  Uhm, uhm, that is an ass that calls out to be spanked, Christine thought.  And now all the rumours of the private club’s escapades came flashing back to her.  They were all true, and here was the aforementioned slave girl.  And Josephine seemed happy as can be in her servitude.

She found herself becoming aroused at the very sight of her.  Oh boy, this was going to be a fun night.  She had never seen a grown-up young lady getting a spanking, but she sure wanted to see Josephine’s ass with some nice red marks.

Her mind was returned to the present, as Josephine handed her two filled wine glasses.  Josephine grabbed the other two, and headed towards the lounge.  “We mustn’t keep the mistresses waiting.”

Certainly not, or else you will punished, Christine thought with a smile.  The high heels permitted Josephine to only take mincing steps.  The arch of her heel highlighted her slender legs and raised her ass nicely.  Christine walked behind her, as much to follow her lead, as to enjoy the view.

When they arrived in the lounge, Christine noted that Deborah and Cassandra had resumed their love making on the couch.  They looked over to regard Josephine and motioned for her to set the drinks down on the table.  She set them down on the table before them, and retrieved another glass from Christine’s hand.  She then walked over to Rozina who was comfortably stretched out on the corner sofa.  Rozina accepted the glass in one hand, and nonchalantly began to caress Josephine’s breasts with her other hand.  Josephine leaned over obligingly to give Rozina better access.

Christine noted Josephine’s manner.  She bent over to present her breasts, but did not do so forcefully, and she always kept her arms at her side.  In her high heels she had to spread her legs slightly to maintain her balance.  This of course spread her ass nicely for the others to view, and gave Rozina easy access to her pussy.

Christine could hardly contain herself at the sight.  Josephine was so sexy in her manner and appearance; the perfect slave girl.  Christine then noted Laura watching her from her chair.  Christine walked over to her and handed her the glass of wine.  She stood before Laura as she sipped her wine.  Laura continued to stare at Christine, looking over her body.  Finally she said, “I think we should get something sexy for you to wear.”  She set her glass down and stood up, hardly taking her eyes off Christine.  Taking her hand, she lead Christine down the corridor, “Come.”

Christine had wanted to wear one set of sexy bra and panties this weekend, but was told to dress normal as they would have something for her to wear.  What could this be?  Christine almost shook with anticipation, as she was lead by the hand down the corridor like a little girl.

They entered a large bedroom near the end of the hallway.  The room was centred by a king sized four poster bed, with a plush floral-printed comforter over the bed.  The furniture all had a rich wooden finish, and all blended together elegantly.  Next to the night stand was a framed full length mirror.  Christine caught her reflection in the mirror and could not help but feel a little drab in comparison to all the other girls.

As she looked around the room, Laura pulled some clothing and set it on the bed.  Christine walked to the side of the bed beside her, and then gasped in surprise.  She looked at Laura, “I can’t wear that.”

On the bed were a white corset and a pair of stockings, which were an exact match for Josephine’s outfit.

Laura quizzed Christine in response, “Why not?  Don’t you think it is a sexy outfit?” speaking as if this was the most natural thing to do.

Christine didn’t know how to reply exactly, Laura’s reaction being almost as puzzling as the suggestion.  “Yes.  Its very sexy on Josephine.  It really accentuates her body, and …” she struggled to think of the words as she thought of how much the outfit on Josephine had turned her on.  But this was a slave’s outfit, she couldn’t wear this.

Laura interrupted her thoughts, “Stop being a sissy.  I think you will look great in this.”

“But…”

Laura brokering no refusal continued overtop of any objections, “Come on now, get undressed so we can put this on you.  I know the others are dying to see you in such a sexy outfit.”  Before Christine could begin to object further, Laura had reached out to begin unbuttoning Christine’s blouse.   The blouse was quickly removed, and her skirt was pulled down.  The speed of the undressing was startling.  The skirt was now at her ankles.  “Now, step out, and take off your shoes and socks.”

Christine, now naked except for her panties, felt helpless and could only mutely follow Laura’s instructions.  She stepped out from her skirt and sat down on the bed, removing her shoes and ankle socks.  “Now the panties, “ Laura stated, as she stood hovering over her.  Christine looked into Laura’s eyes, her resistance waning when confronted by those piercing eyes, and began to remove her panties. 

Once they were removed, she was handed the stockings.  Their shear fabric made her legs tingle, and she was starting to feel the excitement as she was handed the corset.  The fabric brushed against her belly as she set in place along her body, and she found herself anxious to get the corset on.  Laura could feel the momentum changing, but never changed her demeanour.   Firmly in control, she guided Christine to stand and assisted her with lacing in the corset, cinching it in quite tight at the waist.  Christine gasped for breath, and braced herself against the end bedpost.   Her breasts nicely pressed up and available.

Next came the shoes.  Once again an exact match for Josephine’s.  Christine sat down, already having to adjust her movements as the corset restricted her waist.  She fitted the shoes on, amazed at the perfect fit.  She looked up with a smile, pleased with the sensual feel of these clothes.

Yet she felt a lump in our throat when Laura appeared with the cuffs.  “I can’t wear those.”

Laura acted as if she didn’t hear her.  She knelt down on one knee, to place one cuff over her left ankle.  Christine stared on in disbelief, and felt the cuff tightened into place.  Laura continued with the other leg.

“Please stop,” Christine whimpered, as Laura next placed a handcuff along her left wrist. 

Laura looked at her curiously.  “These will complete your outfit.  You want to look sexy don’t you?”

“Yes.”  Christine almost cried in resignation.  Laura continued to place the handcuffs on her.

Christine thought back to her perception that she was being welcomed into their inner clique.  How silly that idea was.  She realized now that neither Cassandra nor any of the others had insinuated anything other than an invitation to their weekend getaway.  And she now knew what for.

Laura next returned from the cabinet with the collar, a series of rings set in it to be hooked into a leash or other restraints.  Christine stared at the collar.  This would complete her outfit.  She shuddered in excitement and fear for everything that everything that this meant.  She then stared into Laura’s eyes who peered into her eyes awaiting some reaction for Christine.  Christine could hardly believe herself as she nodded and leaned forward to allow the collar to be placed about her neck.

“Very nice,” Laura remarked, as the collar was fitted into place.  “Now let’s show the others.  They’re going to love it.”  A combination of nervousness and balance made it difficult to stand up.  Laura offered her a hand, and then guided them back towards the lounge.  They walked slowly as she was allowed to adjust to her restricted waist which forced her to arch her back perfectly straight, and the amazing high heels that practically left her on her tip toes.

As they neared the lounge she began to shudder in fear of being presented in this fashion.  In these heels, the slightest shudder was dangerous.  Laura braced her, and guided her on.  “Now keep your head lowered, and don’t look at us unless we tell you.  Don’t speak unless you are spoken to.  There are rules to this game, and it is much more fun if you play along.”

“And if I don’t?”  Christine found the courage to ask.

“Then it will be more painful,” Laura responded matter-of-factly.

Christine nodded her understanding, and lowered her head, allowing Laura to guide her.

Christine entered the lounge, head bowed, and being lead by Laura to the centre of the room where she was displayed for the others.  They all nodded their approval.  Out of the corner of her eye, she could even see a smile from Josephine who was now on her knees servicing Rozina.

Laura then led her back to the chair, where Laura resumed her leather cushioned throne.  She was now ordered to kneel before her, and she was braced slightly as she struggled to obey in this constrictive clothing.  Once she was properly presented on her knees, Laura settled back in her chair and parted her legs.  Next, with her hand wrapped in Christine’s hair, she guided her to her waiting pussy.

Christine inhaled the musky scent, and began to lick; long slow licks at first, and then quick thrusts with her tongue.  She could taste her juice and became more aroused; probing further with her tongue.  She had fantasized about eating another girl’s pussy for so long, but had never done it until now.  The reality was better than her fantasies.  Laura guided her pace, alternately pushing her head in and gently stroking her hair.

She felt her right arm being lifted behind, as Cassandra had come over to join the fray.  A small chain was attached to her wrist.  Christine looked back to see what she was doing, but Laura immediately straightened her head and looked her in the eyes.  “That is none of your business.  Now stop being impolite, and continue servicing me.”  With that her head, was once again pushed into Laura’s sex.

She felt herself loosing her balance, and struggled for a moment to maintain her licking but then sat back before falling over.  Laura smiled, and instructed her gently, “Part your legs as far as possible while kneeling, then lean forward.  You will find you have better balance.”  She did as she was instructed, but still found that her head fell forward into Laura’s waiting pussy.  Laura moaned her approval, as Christine resumed her licking.

Christine did not react as her left arm was raised behind her, and attached to the chain so that her arms were now firmly bound behind her.

Cassandra, pleased with the appearance of their new slave, rubbed Christine’s ass; and delighted in its gentle skin and firm texture.  Christine gasped as the first few smacks landed on her ass, but never diverted her attention from Laura’s moist cunt.  The sharp pain in her ass was now turning to a pleasant throb.

‘How could she have ever doubted her position?’ she thought.  The pleasure she was receiving from this punishment, and the knowledge that this was just beginning was overwhelming.  She was definitely a slave.

Her fellow slave, Josephine, was receiving similar treatment across from her.

She noted some low pleasant gasps coming from Josephine’s direction, and she glanced over to see a large butt plug with a long pony tail being inserted into her ass.  She noted how it stretched her ass incredibly, and how her ass then completely absorbed the butt plug.  She could see the excitement in Josephine’s eyes as she took it in.

Christine resumed her oral duties, but kept looking over to the attractive pony tail bobbing from Josephine’s backside.  After a few minutes, she was compelled to look up at Laura, “Don’t I get a ponytail too?”

Laura smiled, and nodded to Cassandra who went off to retrieve another ponytail.  Christine kept thinking about Josephine’s tail.  It bobbed enticingly from her ass, and made her buttocks cry out, ‘Spank Me!’  Oh yes, she definitely wanted a tail of her own.  Her attention never waiving from her duty, pleasuring Laura.

Cassandra returned with the matching ponytail.  Christine’s ass cheeks were spread, and a cool lubricant was squeezed over the entrance of her anus.  The lubricant quickly warmed up as Christine inserted a finger into her ass and spread the lubricant around.  A second finger quickly ensued.  She had never had anything inserted into her backside before, but she was delighting in this new intrusion and really relaxing into it.  It was not long before a third finger was inserted.  All the while fresh lubricant was being applied as needed.  She soon found herself thrusting in unison with the fingers inside her.

There was almost a surge of disappointment as the fingers were withdrawn.  Yet the sensation was soon replaced as she felt the tip of the butt plug pressed against her anus.  She could not concentrate on her licking as the pressure increased.  She wanted to look behind her to see it going in, but this was impossible.  She found herself looking up into the gaze of Laura, who was observing her reactions.  She moaned as the bulb of her butt plug was fully inserted, and her ass muscles squeezed back into form to lock it into place.

What an ingenious design she thought.  The tightness of the butt plug filled her up and her own muscles served to lock it into place.  Meanwhile the strands of her tail dangled and brushed against her ass cheeks and inner thighs; slightly tickling her.  She must be quite the sight, and she wore it with pride.  Laura sensing her thoughts, smiled, and then placed her hand through her hair and brought her attention back to Laura’s opening.  With all this stimulation, it was not long before Laura began moaning and cried out with a tremendous orgasm.  She lapped up all the juices that flowed out of her mistress.

Once the ebb of the orgasm passed, Laura sat back and relaxed, and directed Christine to sit back, resting her backside on her heels.  She was now able to look about the room.  Rozina had cum as well, and stretched out on the couch and alternately caressed and slapped Josephine’s behind.  Josephine was leaning forward to present her breasts to Debra who fondled and pinched them.

Cassandra then suggested that they go to the bedroom, and recommended some more playful activities and various torments for their slaves.  They could stretch them out on the bed, and really have some fun tormenting their slaves with pinches and ticklish feathers.  They all nodded in agreement.  Rozina added that she would like to tie them to the ceiling restraints, so they could give them a sound whipping.  Preferably they could be facing other so they could stare into each other’s eyes as they cried out in pain.

The two slaves listened intently of course, but stayed silent throughout this discussion.  Yet they all were becoming more aroused, as the various ideas took flight.  Therefore, Josephine and Christine were both quite eager when leashes were attached to their collars and they were lead upstairs.  Christine loved the appearance of Josephine’s pony tail swishing from side to side as she walked, and loved it even more that she had one just as enticing. 

They were brought to the master bedroom – or mistress bedroom as Laura liked to joke.

They stopped in the middle of the bedroom, and Christine could not understand why they did not proceed to the bed.  Josephine apparently knew something was up, as she shuddered nervously in anticipation.  She could then hear a whirling sound of a motor or crank, but she could not detect what it was coming from.  She noted Deborah was holding down a switch along the wall.  Then looking up, she noted a chain being lowered from the ceiling with a large metal ring on the end.

It soon became clear what was happening, as their bonds were released from behind their back, and their hands were lifted in front of them.  Their chains were then run through the ring and once more locked into place.  Once they were firmly secured, the chain was once again lifted.  They nearly hung from their wrists as their feet barely touched the floor, awkwardly placed in their high heels.  Neither made any protest or made any attempt to resist as they were rendered helpless.  The two of them dangled from the hook, facing one another, and their bodies nearly brushing against one another.

The young ladies debated whether they should gag their slaves, or whether they wanted to hear their screams.  It was decided to gag them, and soon enough rubber ball gags were firmly in place within their mouths.  A selection of whips and paddles were then brought out, and placed elegantly along an end table.  The mistress’ alternated between sipping their wine, eyeing their bound slaves or perusing the selection of whips and paddles; as if they were at an art auction house reviewing their options before the bidding process.  They deliberately were prolonging the wait to enhance the exquisite expectation in the air.  It was clear the effect it was having as they viewed the moisture between their bound slaves’ legs.

Yet there was an apparent change in the atmosphere as they each selected their instrument, and now stared at the slaves, wondering how to play them.

The first smack landed with a resounding thud from the paddle, and Christine jerked forward; her body pressing into Josephine.  She cried out, but it was little more than a muffled moan through the gag.  Josephine aroused by their distress pressed in further so their breasts rubbed together.  The next crack of a whip landed firmly on Josephine’s buttocks and she lurched forward in response. 

As their bodies intertwined they became a bundle of flesh ripe for punishment.  And their mistress’ did not hesitate to enjoy them; a series of blows proceeded to follow on the pair.  With each contact of the whip or paddle on their backsides, the slaves thrust into one another.  With each thrust, they pressed their bodies together, breast against breast, and mound against mound.  Their pony tails swung seductively with each sway of their hips.

With each blow their muffled cries became louder.  The blows alternated from whips and paddles as each of the mistress’ took their turn.  The slaves braced themselves against one another; their nipples becoming harder as they rubbed against one another.  The moisture between their legs betraying their arousal; and their bodies glistened with sweat as they struggled hopelessly to avoid the blows.

After what seemed an eternity, but was likely little more than 30 minutes, the girls were released from their bondage.  With a finger hooked into their collar, they were lead to the bed.   Their corsets were removed, then their shoes; and were then directed to lay down. They lay down in the centre of the bed, face up, and looked up as their mistresses began to climb into the bed surrounding them.

It was hard to lay still with their aching backsides pressed against the bed sheets, and the butt plugs still firmly held inside along with the pony tails.  Yet Josephine and Christine instinctively knew their place, and lay still with their legs slightly apart.  They lay down in the centre of the bed, face up, and looked up as their mistresses undressed.  Then, one by one, they began to climb into the bed surrounding their playthings.

Cassandra now eager for some attention to her pussy climbed over Christine and lowered herself over Christine’s waiting mouth.  No instruction was necessary, as Christine began to lap at the glistening pussy presented to her. 

Josephine looked on momentarily, before Deborah’s fingers ran through her hair, and pulled her head to the side and into Deborah’s waiting pussy.  Deborah sighed with approval, as her tongue immediately went to work.

Rozina and Laura delighted in the flesh of the beauties splayed out before them.; squeezing their breasts, stroking their bodies, and driving their fingers into their pussies.  With each touch, Josephine and Christine writhed and thrust upward for more attention.  Each touch was carefully measured to enhance the arousal, but withdrawn if they felt their slaves were coming too close to a climax.  Each slave wanted to cry out for release, but could not speak out; their mouths were occupied.

It was not long before Cassandra and Deborah climaxed.  They then shifted positions, with Laura and Rozina sitting at the head of the bed, and Josephine and Christine on all fours before them.  Their heads then bowed down to renew licking a new pair of pussies.  With this positioning, their buttocks were thrust upwards.

Yet even in this state, they knew better than to close their legs, giving access to their aching pussies.  To Christine’s consternation, there was no more stroking of her sex, and yet she was so close to a climax that she desperately wanted a release from the building pressure.  She wiggled her backside in the hope of attracting some attention.

The attention she received was a smack on her backside.  She then calmed down and held her place properly.

Cassandra climbed off the bed, and when she returned Christine could only sense her return along the end of the bed by the shifting weight on the bed.  She was then stunned to feel her butt plug being removed.  The sensation of the plug being removed was intense, as it stretched her anus.  Yet more than anything Christine felt a strange disappointment as her decorative tail was removed.  That disappointment was soon replaced by excitement, as more lubricant was inserted into her asshole.  She then felt the tip of hard rubber against the tip of her anus, and Cassandra thighs against hers.  The realization then hit her, Cassandra had a strap on dildo and was going to fuck her ass.

Now sooner did the realization strike her than the dildo began to press into her.  Slowly at first, but once the dildo was fully inside, Cassandra increased her pace.  The sensation was tight at first, but once she adapted, Christine began to really enjoy the incredible tightness within her.

In response to her excitement, she lapped more diligently at Laura’s pussy; the chain effect exciting everyone.  Next to her, Josephine was receiving similar treatment.

The rhythm of Cassandra’s thrusts increased, and with it the pressure building up from within.  The only way Christine could release this energy was in her hot gasps that breathed into Laura’s moist pussy.  With each gasp, Laura moaned in approval and thrust herself into the attending mouth.

Along the inside of the strap-on dildo was a ribbed bulb designed to stimulate the clitoris of its wearer.  The more forceful the thrust, the greater the stimulation.  Her excitement mounted with each thrust and the excitement of having her slave girl before her; dildo firmly within her ass.  The increasing stimulation pushed her to thrust even harder.

Cassandra smiled at Laura, who like her, was close to climaxing.  Laura’s hands ran through Christine’s hair, holding her mouth in its place.  Christine wouldn’t have dared to do otherwise, and her desire to taste moist pussy drove her on regardless.

Cassandra began to slap Christine’s tender buttocks.  The sharp sting made her gasp, further accentuating the pleasure for everyone.

Sensing that Laura was about to cum, and with a mutual nod of understanding, Cassandra began to thrust in earnest.  She then reached under Christine and thrust her fingers into the gapping pussy.  The increased pressure was too much, and Christine cried out with an orgasm that shook her entire body.

Cassandra tightened her grip on Christine and moaned out as an orgasm rode through her body.  Laura held Christine’s head firmly, pushing her into her crotch, and screamed out in unison with her own climax.

Next to them, the moans of Deborah, Rozina and Josephine echoed their own sensations.

They all curled up into the bed, dildos removed, and gently caressed one another in a sensuous web of stroking and kisses.  Christine had never experienced anything like this, nor imagined that pleasure could be so intense.  Her only thought now was to give pleasure to her new mistresses, to caress them, and show her appreciation with gentle kisses over their bodies.

Each of the girls allowed the ebb of the moment to ease through their bodies, and their breathing to return to normal.

And that was how they fell asleep, after a series of passionate kiss good nights to each other, and curled up in one another’s arms.

Chapter 3

Christine woke to the gentle shaking of Josephine who stood over at the side of the bed.  “It’s time to get up, we have work to do.”  Christine looked around at the other girls who were all sleeping soundly.  Work to do?  Yet Josephine coaxed her out of the bed, motioning her with her hands to get up.  Climbing out of the bed carefully, so as not to awaken the other girls, Christine followed Josephine into the hallway.

“First we should take a shower to prepare ourselves.”  Josephine stated, as she lead Christine to the bathroom.  “Do you need the facilities?”

Christine nodded affirmatively. 

“OK, go ahead.  I will come in when you are finished so we can shower together.”

Christine was somewhat bemused by the though of showering with another girl, but nodded her agreement.

Upon hearing the flush of the toilet, Josephine entered the bathroom.  She prepared the water, as Christine washed her hands and removed her stockings.  Then Josephine stepped into the shower, and Christine shortly followed.  They lathered up their bodies with soap, and let the warm water sooth their bodies.  Occasionally they ran their soapy hands along the other.  Yet Josephine made no move to increase the sensation.

Christine leaned forward and kissed Josephine.  Josephine smiled, but then backed away.  “There will be plenty of time for that, but right now we have to hurry.  We must have things prepared for the mistresses before they awake.”

Christine nodded, and hastily rinsed herself off.  She thought back to her first encounter with Josephine in the kitchen, little more than 12 hours ago.  How she had thought then that she would love to spank and possess this beauty.  Even though a lot had changed in the proceeding 12 hours, her body still ached with the remembrance.

Once they were towelled off, Josephine hastily stepped out to retrieve their clothing.  It only occurred to Christine now that she had been specifically told not to bring any clothing with her, and could only imagine what was now in store for her.  Josephine returned with two matching French maid outfits, silky panties, and open high heel shoes.

Following Josephine’s lead, she quickly donned her uniform, and reattached her collar from the previous evening.  She pondered how all of these items had been prepared for her arrival.  She also pondered Josephine who had taken to her fellow slave with such expectation and exuberance.

She had little time to ponder though, as Josephine rushed them to the kitchen.  There she assisted Josephine with preparing breakfast.  As they worked, they chatted for the first time.  She learned that Josephine was studying at a neighbouring college.  And in response to Christine’s prodding, she began to relate how she had come to being a sex slave.

Josephine had met Rozina first when they encountered one another in an adult video and bookstore.  She had noticed Rozina in the store, but did her utmost not to stare at this gorgeous young lady her own age.  Josephine attempted to look dispassionately as she browsed the various magazines.  Then Rozina walked to her side, and picked up a magazine with a mistress and female slave on the cover.  Rozina then handed it to Josephine, “I think you should read this one.”

Josephine looked at this stranger with a mixture of puzzlement and embarrassment.  Rozina, unfazed, simply stated, “Come on, let me buy it for you, and if you like I have some videos at home if you would like to watch them.”

Josephine could not get over how incredibly beautiful Rozina was – and how direct.  She also exuded a sense of style and confidence that was intoxicating.  She had never been with another girl before, but Rozina was exactly the type of young woman she had fantasised about. Josephine nodded hesitantly, “Sure,” trying to maintain her composure.

As they drove to Rozina’s house in her sports car, Rozina quizzed her, “So have you bought other adult magazines before.”

“No”

“But you have had those fantasies, haven’t you?”  Rozina stated, nodding to the B&D magazine on the seat before them.

Josephine had a lump in her throat but managed to let out a meek, “Yes.”

“Have you ever been spanked?”

“No,” Josephine responded nervously, sensing where this conversation was going.  “Have you?”

Rozina looked at her sternly, “I don’t get spanked.”

“No, of course not,” Josephine responded, looking down submissively.

Once they arrived at Rozina’s home, with her family away for the evening, they settled into Rozina’s bedroom.  They pulled out the magazine and began looking through it.

Josephine didn’t really know who this girl was, but her secret fantasy had now suddenly come to life.  Nervous as she was, she dared not act too abruptly lest she should wake up from this wet dream.

Rozina set the magazine had set the magazine on the bed between them, as they stretched out on top of the covers.  Rozina pointed out various pictures that aroused her.  Each of them featured a stern mistress, with a female slave in some form of bondage and frequently receiving some form of chastisement.

Rozina looking over at Josephine remarked, “You don’t look comfortable lying down in those pants, take them off.”

“I’m fine,” Josephine responded, trying to remain casual.

Not to be undone, Rozina changed it to a command.  “Take your pants off, and your shirt.”

This was the turning point, after this there would be no going back.  “Are you getting undressed as well?”

“Not yet,” Rozina remarked, and then looked at the picture which had so aroused her, a picture of a slave girl kneeling before her mistress on the bed receiving a thorough spanking.  She returned her gaze to Josephine, “I don’t spank girls with their pants still on.”

Josephine had fantasized about this for so long, and now all she had to do was acquiesce.  Seizing the moment, she began to undress.

Rozina then gave her a thorough spanking.  Later, tying her to the bed, they made love together.

It was not long after that day, that she was introduced to the other mistresses.  That was only 5 months ago, and to hear Josephine, she didn’t have a single regret.  She was now bound for a life of servitude, and she couldn’t be happier.

Christine thought about all this as she reminisced about the previous evening.  They certainly seemed to be right about her as well.  She loved being a slave, and couldn’t imagine anything more pleasurable.

The breakfast was finished, and loaded onto trays.  The two then carried the trays up to the bedroom.  The mistresses were just awakening, and smiled to the delicious smell of breakfast presented by beautiful girls in French maid outfits.  Could there be a better way to start a day?

Josephine and Christine laid the trays on the bed before them, and stood at attention beside the bed.  Christine now appreciated her French maid outfit, as she looked so submissive before the naked girls relaxing on the bed, eating their breakfast.

The breakfast was finished, and the trays were removed and brought back to the kitchen.  Christine and Josephine cleaned-up the kitchen, and then the bedroom, as their mistresses showered and got dressed.  Christine felt quite strange, filing away the sexy outfits of the night before.  Josephine directed her as to where everything belonged, including the handcuffs, whips, and paddles.

Deborah walked into the bedroom, as Christine was carrying the final whip to its proper drawer.  Christine now felt strange holding a whip, particularly in Deborah’s presence.  Yet she hastened across the room to place the whip in its place, gripping its handle nervously.

Deborah noticed this, and shook her head, “No, no, no… you don’t hold a whip like that.”  Christine looked at her puzzled.

“You are holding it by the handle.  Do you intend on whipping someone?” she asked rhetorically.

“No.  Certainly not, mistress,” Christine hastily replied.  “I was just putting it away.  I thought you wanted everything to be placed in order.”  She shifted nervously, fearing Deborah’s rapprochement.

Deborah approached her, and took the whip from her hand.  She gripped the whip by the handle, in much the same way that it had just been held.  “Now when I hold it, I hold it by the handle, and I have every intention of using it,” she stated firmly, emphasizing the I.

Christine stood at attention before her, wondering how she should react to this implicit threat.

“Now, put your hands in front of you,” which Christine dutifully obeyed.  “Open your hands, palms up.”  Eyeing the obedience to her directions, she continued, “Very good.”

Then, placing the whip so it rested in Christine’s open hands, she instructed, “This is how you carry a whip.  You don’t hold or grab a whip by its handle; that shows intent.  How am I supposed to take a whip from you when you hold it by its handle?” she asked rhetorically.

“Now, when you hold it like this, you are carrying it or presenting it.  And as you can see,” she grabbed the whip from her hands, “it is readily accessible to your mistress.  That is much more appropriate, don’t you think?”

“Yes mistress,” she replied.  Deborah held the whip menacingly before her, swaying it back and forth, observing Christine’s nervous reaction.

Deborah smiled, and once again placed the whip into Christine’s open hands.  “Please continue.”

The cleaning was finished, just as the other mistresses emerged, fully dressed for the day.  Following Josephine’s example, Christine stood at the end of the bed, arms at her side, and awaited her mistresses’ instructions.  She now keenly felt her nakedness beneath the skimpy maid outfit.

The mistresses eyed them over, clearing pondering what they should do next.

Christine struggled to maintain a steady breath, as her excitement was getting the best of her.  Today would be her first fully day as a slave.  What activities awaited her?

Chapter 4

The mistresses debated various options, and it was Deborah who made the best suggestion.  “They both seemed rather proud of their pony tails.  How about we have a race?  You have two carts, don’t you Laura?”

Laura nodded, “Yes we do.”  They have not been used for a while, so we may have to give our pets some time to prepare their rides.”

“That sounds good.  The slaves will make the preparations, and we can have a relaxing swim in the pool while we wait.  Agreed?”  Deborah looked around to her friends, who all nodded in agreement.

Josephine and Christine were lead to a work shed at the back of the house, and once inside two small carts were found.  They were elegant carriages for one person, in which the rider could easily stand or sit down on the padded seats.  Wooden bars out reached out front to be carried by the driver.  It was clear from the space between the bars that this driver could only be a person.  No horses or ponies for this ride.  Christine imagined it was much lick a rickshaw, which she had never seen except on television.

The padded seats, and embossing along the cart’s side, demonstrated that these were meant for elaborate games.  The leather harness for the driver awaited them on the seats.  Yet as elegant as they were, Laura was correct, they needed some cleaning.  It would be inappropriate for any young lady to sit on these dusty seats.

The two slaves were left to choose a cart and begin preparing them.  Josephine briefly lifted each cart’s handle, and then selected her cart.

Christine first set out to clean her cart, wiping down the seat, and clearing the dust from the sides.  She polished the wood panelling and the leather seats.  She now turned to her secondary task of ensuring all the restraints were in order, and looked neat.

She noted however that Josephine’s attention was far more functional; checking the tire pressure, ensuring the balance of the cart, and making sure there was no additional friction when she lifted the cart.  Christine couldn’t help but ask, “Are the mistresses really going to notice those things?”

Josephine smiled mischievously, “No, but I certainly will driving the cart.”

Christine still couldn’t understand why that would be important.  The mistresses would want to look beautiful in their ride.  They are not going to notice a slight shift in balance.  Josephine could see that she was still puzzled, “You can do whatever you like with your cart, but you heard the mistresses, this is a race.  And I have never had a fellow slave to compete against, or driven a pony cart for that matter, but I think you can rest assured when there is a competition, there will be prizes for the winner and punishment for the loser.”

Christine now fully understood, and she rushed to check out her cart.  She had only completed a preliminary examination when the ladies arrived, eager for the festivities to begin.  Apparently Rozina and Cassandra were the riders, and they each held a pony tail and a riding crop for their respective charge.  The route had also been decided upon, but the ponies would not be instructed, as it would be far more exciting apparently for them to receive direction via the harness and the whip.

Christine and Josephine were instructed to strip completely naked.  They were then provided a pair of running shoes, as the route would be too dangerous otherwise.  While bending over to tie up their shoes, they were instructed to hold that position.  Their rears were then lubricated, and the pony tails inserted.

Deborah had been so right, Christine thought, she was so proud to be wearing her tail.

The harnesses were then put in place, leather bits placed in their mouths, and the reins were attached and strung back to the carriage.  They were now fully restricted like real ponies.  A large decorative feather was attached along the back of their head piece to accentuate their place.

They were then lead to a spot in the back yard, and a mark for the starting line.  The two ponies and their carts were lined up side by side, and the riders mounted their carriage; Cassandra to be pulled by Christine; and Rozina by Josephine.  The long yard stretched out before them.  Each rider took the reins in hand, and tested their responsiveness; the slaves feeling a tug of their head in one direction, and then the next.  Their bodies jerked to each side respectively.  Satisfied that their ponies were responding to the desired directions, the mistresses settled into their seats.

Christine felt the light stroke of the whip along her backside.  Its light touch raised her alertness.  Cassandra was testing the length, being sure that the whip would strike when called upon during the race.  This realization excited Christine, and her breasts perked up as the pre-race jitters and tension began to rise.

The riders confirmed their readiness with a nod to Laura, who then raised her hand to signal the start.  “On your mark, get set… GO!”

WHACK, a resounding crack of the whip landed on Christine’s backside, and she jumped forward into a run.  It was difficult to get the momentum going with the cart.  It was not so much the weight, but the awkwardness.  Yet each time she relented to the slightest degree, the whip came down across her backside.

Josephine was equally strained in her run beside her.  The two kept pace with one another and remained side by side as they entered the woods at the back of the lot.  The path inside was wide enough for them to remain side by side, and they each ran full out not willing to give the other an inch of advantage.

Rozina for the moment appeared less inclined to using the whip, merely shaking the reins to encourage her pony onto further effort.  Cassandra meanwhile struck out at the first sign of relenting.

The first turn was a wide turn to the left, and the ponies felt their reins jerked to the left.  Their bodies shifted leftwards, and they ran into the turn at full force.  Christine to the right had to struggle to maintain her position as she widened the turn on the outside.  Yet fearing the whip she managed to remain side-by-side.

The trail along the woods was bumpy and each girl struggled to maintain her balance and pace.  The up and down movement forced her pony tail to shift within her, and Christine blushed with arousal at her position.

This momentary lapse in concentration caused her to loose her edge of the next turn.  She felt the sharp pull of the harness to the right, and she arched her body into the turn.  Yet what should have been her advantage was taken by Josephine who edged forward a little over a foot.  Cassandra thrashed Christine’s backside in response, and Christine’s ran hastily to regain her position.

Rozina now sensing her advantage was not having any of that and began to whip her stead on further.

The next turn was to the left, and Rozina whipped Josephine as they entered the turn.  Her full concentration in place, Josephine raced out ahead.  As they made their final turn, exiting the woods, their carriage was now fully in front, nullifying the advantage of a right turn.

With the clearing now ahead of them, Cassandra whipped Christine on further, urging her to make up ground.  Each of the ponies were aching and beyond exhaustion.  Rozina, not willing to surrender their lead, now whipped Josephine liberally.

Deborah and Laura stood cheering along side a ribbon designated to be their finish line less than 100 metres ahead.  Christine tried desperately to run faster, and leaped forward with each lash of the whip, but it just seemed Josephine had more energy as she pulled out further ahead.

As Josephine crossed the finish line, Deborah and Laura jumped up in a loud cheer.  Christine staggered across the finish line behind her, and lowered her head in resignation.

Deborah and Laura went to Rozina and gave her a congratulatory hug, and patted Josephine on the head, “Good pony, good pony.”  Josephine beamed with delight.  Cassandra, dismounting from her carriage gave an upset stare at Christine, who lowered her head in deference.  Then shaking Rozina’s hand, they all walked back to the shed, the ponies still reined to their carts.

At the shed, the reins were removed, and the carts along with accessories were put back in place.  The ponies were then instructed to bend over, and their pony tails were removed.  The shoes were taken, along with the pony tails, back inside by Josephine. 

Josephine was instructed to take a shower and to rejoin them at the back of the house, and Christine wondered why she was not similarly instructed.

The answer would soon become self evident, as Cassandra looped a finger into one of Christine’s collar rings and pulled her towards the back.  She was lead to a metal pole alongside the deck which had a d-ring bracket at this top.  Laura emerged from the back of the house with a pair of handcuffs, and a selection of whips and paddles.

It was not long before Christine’s arms were bound and hoisted above her head, to be attached to the pole by a metal chain.  She struggled to look around as Cassandra selected amongst the whips and paddles.  None of the other mistresses appeared ready to participate.

Cassandra selected a riding crop, and stalked behind the helpless Christine.  “Now it is time for me to teach you the price for failure.”

The full force of the whip landed on Christine’s backside, and she yelped in dismay.

“Now, I want you to apologize for failing me; apologize for not running harder.”

Christine gasped for breath, and then responded emphatically, “I am sorry for failing you mistress.  I should have run faster.”

Cassandra smiled sarcastically, “I am glad to hear your repentance, but correction must be maintained.”  With that, she let loose three quick strokes to the back.

Christine strained against her bondage to avoid the blows, but there was no escape.

Cassandra admired the nice red marks that were left.  “Now if you are truly sorry, you must know that punishment is required.  You must ask for punishment.”

Christine was near tears from the sharp pain in her backside.  Yet she gained some composure, and lowered her head, “Please whip me mistress.”

Cassandra was pleased with the affirmative response, and happily obliged, releasing three more measured blows.

“Well slave, have you received enough punishment.”

Her backside burned, and she longed to cry out, ‘yes’.  However, Christine sensed that this was a trick question.  She could see the answer in Cassandra’s eyes, and the manner she held the whip.  She paused to gain her composure, building up her courage for the response her mistress desired.

“No mistress, please whip me more.”

Cassandra was indeed pleased, and proceeded to land a series of further blows Christine’s back, behind, and even a few strokes to her thighs.  The cries of anguish which resulted, only enticed her to strike more liberally.  The onslaught left Christine breathless, and her body ached from the blows, and her own twists and turns to avoid them.  Sweat rolled down her entire body.

Satisfied that her slave had been thoroughly chastised, Cassandra set the riding crop down.  “I think that is enough for now.  Are you going to fail me again?”

“No mistress.”

“I should hope not,” then Cassandra turned towards the others that were now settled into the hot tub, only a few metres away.  The other young ladies had been watching the display with great interest.  “You now know the punishment for losing, and you will now witness the reward for winning.”

No motion was made to untie Christine, and she realized that she would be left hanging in chains as a reminder of her submission, and the visual stimulation of the mistresses.

Just after Cassandra was settled into the tub, a naked Josephine emerged from the house, refreshed from her shower.  She was beckoned to join them in the tub, which she hastily followed.  She only glanced at Christine briefly, noting the red marks that could only have come from a thorough whipping.

Upon their instruction, Josephine sat down between Rozina and Deborah.  Noting one of the water pumps was against her leg, she shifted to one aside to avoid blocking the heavy stream of incoming water.  Deborah and Rozina smiled to one another, and then reached for Josephine’s legs.

Knowing how she was always expected to sit, Josephine spread her legs accordingly.  She was then shifted on her seat back towards the water valve.  Deborah reached under her, to find the exact position, and then dropped her directly onto the water valve.

With her legs spread, the water streamed into her pussy.  The pulsating flow of warm water made Josephine gasp in amazement.  She attempted to rise, but was immediately lowered back into position by Rozina and Deborah.

She looked at her mistresses who all gave a knowing smile.  She clung to the side of the tub, desperate to grip onto anything solid as the waves of ecstasy racked her body.  Her body heaved with each pulse.

The mistresses all watched intensely; each arch of her back and the rapid breaths which forced her breasts to shift seductively.  Deborah and Rozina maintained their hold on her thighs, making sure there was no escape from the pressure.

It was not long before a huge orgasm rode through her entire body, and she screamed out in pleasure.

Yet, even witnessing her orgasm, the mistresses provided no respite, and held her in place for continual stimulation.  The other girls relaxed in the hot tub, and allowed the warm water to sooth their bodies, while they sipped champagne.

Josephine could not relax, but she began to resign herself to this intense stimulation.  She stopped struggling, and braced herself to ensure she maintained her place.  She sat in silence, releasing the occasional whimper.  She witnessed the champagne being sipped demurely from the glasses, and listened as the girls made idle conversation.

They acted as if nothing was going on, but they all took furtive glances at their slave struggling to maintain her place.  The excitement, while unsaid, was palpable.  Only once their champagne was finished did they give a nod to one another to signal the next step.

Laura stepped up from the tub, and sat on its edge, her feet dangling in the water.  “OK, Josephine, I think you have had enough fun.  Now you will have to pleasure us.  Come here and lick my pussy.”

Josephine seeing the nod of assurance from the others, climbed off her seat and approach Laura.  She was relieved to be removed from that intense play of water along her clitoris.  She nestled in between Laura’s legs, and quickly set to work, lapping with her tongue at Laura’s open cunt.

She worked it with expert efficiency.  Sticking her tongue in as far as possible, as her nose pressed in and smelt the moist aroma of womanhood.  She lapped along its full length, stimulating the sides and the inner lips.  As she sensed her recipient’s breath getting shorter, she began to gently suck the clitoris.  She altered rapidly between licks and sucking.  It was not long before Laura leaned her head back and howled with pleasure at the orgasm that shook her.  Then patting Josephine’s head appreciatively, she stood up away from the tub.

Rozina’s was next to sit up from the tub, and Josephine instinctively went to her and knelt between her legs to begin her servicing.  Rozina leaned back, and ran her hand through Josephine’s hair, and then pushed the head into her open sex.  Not missing a beat, her tongue immediately went to work on the new pussy presented to her.  It was clear that she longed for this savoury taste.

They each took their turn, and Josephine serviced them all with the gusto they expected from their slave.

Through it all, Christine could only watch from the distance and wish she had the honour of servicing her mistresses.  It was only after they finished towelling themselves off, that they came and released her from her chains.  With a slap to her backside she was instructed to take a shower.  She would then be needed in the kitchen, and to wear her maid outfit.

She scurried off, anxious to redeem herself.

Chapter 5

Following her shower, as she was dressing in her maid’s uniform, she heard a rap on the bathroom door.  She opened it to see Josephine in the matching maid’s outfit, and once again wearing her padded cuffs on ankles and wrists.  In her hand she held the other set of cuffs, which she handed to Christine.

“The ladies would like us to be prepared for bondage.”  Christine smiled, and took the cuffs.  “Can I help you to put them on?” her playmate inquired.

Christine nodded.  She then quickly finished dressing in her uniform, and stepping into her high heels.  Josephine kneeled down to place the cuffs on the ankles.  Once secured, and the reassuring tightness was in place, she stood, and assisted with cuffs along the wrists.

Christine stood docile as the cuffs were placed upon her.  The feel of bondage was now quite familiar to her.  She had thought that she would resent Josephine for this afternoon; her getting all the attention in the hot tub while she was whipped and left to hang from the whipping post.  Yet as she stared at her fellow slave as the cuffs were placed upon her, she could only look on with loving.

The thought then reoccurred to her that other than their tentative strokes in the shower this morning, they had not had the opportunity to make love to one another.  Yet she dismissed this thought for the moment.  No doubt they had other more pressing duties to attend to.

The first was of a practical nature, as the two went to the kitchen and began preparing the dinner.  It appeared that Josephine was an accomplished cook, and had been trained as to the tastes of her mistresses.  Christine, while not foreign to the kitchen, had to follow Josephine’s lead.

Once dinner was prepared, and the table was set for the four ladies in the dining room, Christine went to summon them.  She found them in the lounge, idly chatting and drinking some wine.

“Dinner is ready mistresses.”

They nodded, and followed her to the dining room.  The ladies seated themselves, and selected from the various courses laid out before them.

Christine and Josephine stood at attention at opposite ends of the table; providing additional servings, and pouring the wine as necessary.

After dinner, the ladies returned to the lounge to continue their discourse.  Christine was aroused to overhear some of their conversation was a friendly debate on the best methods to torment a slave.

The slaves quickly ate their dinner in the kitchen, and cleaned the dishes.  Once everything was in order, they entered the lounge.  They stood before the table, hands at their sides, and awaiting some instruction from the mistresses who eyed them keenly.

Laura spoke on their behalf, “Well my pets, we would like some entertainment.”  She paused for the idea to register in her subjects.  “Please move the table to the side.”  Obediently, they moved the table.  They returned to stand in the clearing before the mistresses who languished on the sofa and chairs.

“Now, we would like to watch you two making love.  Undress one another, and do it slowly… except for the restraints of course.”

The two nodded to their ladies, and then turned to one another.  Christine’s was excited, as she had been longing to get her hands on her fellow playmate.  And to do it now, performing before the others.  The familiar moisture began to surface between her legs from the thoughts alone.

The two embraced, and began a passionate french kiss; tongues inter-tangling and lapping excitedly.  Their hands roamed over the others body, squeezing tenderly, and stroking the sensitive skin.  They remained conscious of their place, and ensured that the mistresses had a good view of the proceedings.

Josephine pulled Christine’s hair so that her head arched back, and began to lap at the exposed neck with her tongue; alternating between long and short licks.  She circled her tongue over the exposed ear, and her fellow playmate moaned in response.  Her tongue continued downwards, and she now kissed and licked in short circles over the arched neck.  With a brief sucking she left a pink love bite on the neck.

Josephine pulled the straps of Christine’s maid outfit, and pulled the skimpy dress over the shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor, fully exposing Christine’s body.  The mistresses had been quite clear that they considered bras and panties as restricting their access.  Josephine then continued downward, alternately licking and sucking on the exposed nipples.  Christine kept her head arched back and moaned, her nipples hardening with each lap of the tongue.

Then with a tugging on her arm, Josephine motioned Christine to lay down.  Obediently she lowered herself and lay back on the floor, legs spread open.  Josephine did not hesitate, immediately crawling between these exposed thighs and driving her tongue into the waiting pussy.  Christine could only gasp in appreciation.  Such a gifted tongue.  Christine had never experienced pleasure like this before.  At last she understood her mistresses need for female slaves.  She doubted any man could sense her arousal, and lick with the same intensity in all the right places.  Her clitoris throbbed with the intensity of this pleasure.  She ran her hands through Josephine’s soft hair, lifting it back so she could see Josephine working her pussy.  Every now and again, Josephine would look up with those sensitive eyes to witness the arousal in Christine’s eyes.

Josephine reached up to squeeze Christine’s left nipple; never pausing from the pleasing of the clitoris on her tongue.  The combined sensation drove Christine over the edge.  She cried out as the pleasure over took her, and a huge climax wracked her body.

As Christine gasped for breath, Josephine lapped at the pussy, delighting in the taste and aroma of the Christine’s love juice.

Now sitting up, Christine pulled Josephine towards her into an embrace and passionate kiss.  She tasted her own sex on Josephine’s tongue, and this aroused her even more.  Her tongue dove into Josephine’s mouth, savouring each taste.  She then released Josephine from the kiss, eager now to taste her friend’s pussy.   She hastily pulled the maid outfit off, so that it fell down to her knees.  She then pulled Josephine further towards her to suck at these ripe nipples.

Rather than the gentle lapping of Josephine, Christine wanted to be rough.  She squeezed the plump breasts, and pinched her hardening nipples.  Josephine leaned her head back and moaned, encouraging this mauling of her body.  Christine first licked at the red nipples, but then seizing the moment, she bit down on their tips.  Josephine cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Josephine, responding to the intensity of the caressing, decided she could take some initiative.  Her pussy in urgent need of attention; she stood up, and allowed the maid outfit to fully fall off her.  She stepped forward, enclosing Christine before her, so that her pussy was now inches from her friend’s face.  Christine looked up longingly, and Josephine in an uncharacteristic aggressiveness wrapped her fingers in Christine’s hair and pulled her mouth to her own aching sex.

Christine did not hesitate and stuck her tongue into the waiting cunt.  She stuck as deep into her as possible, and briefly tongue fucked her, the arousing sent of Josephine filling her nostrils as she did so.  She then lapped hungrily over the full length of the pussy.  She then circled her tongue along the inside edge of her cunt.  She deliberately held off from touching the engorged clitoris.

Yet Josephine was not having any of this waiting game with her fellow slave.  With a firm push to the back of Christine’s head, Christine mouth fully engulfed her pussy, and her tongue was firmly pressed against the clitoris.  Josephine bucked her mound against Christine’s face, rubbing her aching clitoris along the outstretched tongue.  Christine sensed the arousal and her place.  She held her tongue out, and allowed herself to be face fucked; used as an instrument for Josephine’s pleasure.

Only a short time ago, she would have been appalled by being treated as a sexual object for the pleasure of another woman.  But after the past 24 hours, she had come to know no greater pleasure.  She gasped for breath as she was smothered in Josephine’s dripping pussy.  She held her head firm with her tongue out, to maximize Josephine’s pleasure.

With a long cry of pleasure, Josephine climaxed.  She gripped Christine’s head to her pussy, as much to keep the pressure on her throbbing clit, as to steady herself from falling.  With her full release she collapsed to the floor, falling down onto Christine.

The two languished in their shared release, gasping to regain their breaths, embracing and caressing one another.  They had become so engrossed in one another that they had forgotten their mistresses had been watching them the whole time.

Therefore, it came as a shock when two fingers were inserted into her wet cunt.  She looked around to see Deborah behind her with a wicked grin on her face.  The girls looked up to see that they were now surrounded. 

Apparently, the first act was over, and the audience had joined the stage.  Even as they were trying to regain their breath, they realized that the evening had just begun.  Now their mistresses needed attention.  They were motioned to stand up.

Once standing, they were blindfolded, and their arms were bound behind their back.  The ladies subdued their servants with expert efficiency.  Next, leads were attached to their collars and they were lead down the hall and up the stairs.  Arms held them steady as they struggled to climb the steps with nothing but blackness beneath their blindfolds.

They were lead to the bedroom, and pushed back onto the bed.  Not knowing what was coming next they could only wait, and try to understand what was happening from the sounds that surrounded them.  The bed creaking revealed that the mistresses had joined them on the bed.

They soon knew their next duty as each felt a mistress kneeling over their heads, and then crouching down to present their pussies for attention.

Each slave knew their duty, and immediately went to work licking the presented cunts.  Their own exposed cunts soon were filled with realistic feeling dildos.

The evening passed in a blur of passion as they licked their mistresses, sucked on their breasts, and ran their hands over their bodies in sweeping caresses.  It was an evening of worship at the altar of womanhood.

In return, their bodies were violated in every conceivable way.  Climaxing with what would have seemed unfathomable, double penetration as each of their mistresses donned a strap-on and penetrated their gapping pussies or well greased anus.  The sensation of being filled was intense, and each whimpered with the overwhelming sensation.

Josephine had felt this before, but even she could never adjust to the overwhelming sensation.

It was only as the evening wound down to gentle kisses and caresses that the blindfolds and restraints were removed.  In the darkness of the room, the slaves adjusted to the shadowy light, and smiled at their mistresses.  Each snuggled up to their mistresses, and were enclosed within their embrace, safely within their control.  Christine could not imagine any greater comfort.

With that thought, she dozed off.

And the next morning, she was once again awakened by Josephine.  Absently, she wondered how Josephine managed to awake before everyone, as she followed Josephine to the bathroom.  And despite their intimacy of the night before, the shower once again a hasty affair as they rushed to prepare themselves and their mistresses’ breakfast.   This slave’s routine was now her own, and Christine had learned quickly.

Each of the ladies slept in late this morning, recovering from the night’s activities.  Upon awakening, the slaves were given a special privilege, the honour of bathing their mistresses.

Some idle games awaited them in the afternoon, following breakfast, but they were mild affairs in comparison.  Only some light bondage and spankings.  Christine would laugh about it afterwards, how this was how she and the ladies liked to relax on a Sunday afternoon.

In the late afternoon, they departed back to the city.  This time, Christine rode up front with Josephine, as the mistresses did not want to show any favouritism.  Christine chatted with Josephine on the way back, learning more of her servitude, and how she had best learned to please her mistresses.  Christine was an eager student, peppering her with questions.

In the back, the young ladies sipped champagne and talked joyfully of their latest conquest.  This opened up a new realm of games, which they were eager to explore.

Chapter 6

The return to college was rather strange.  Josephine had the luxury of being at another college, and therefore did not see her mistresses’ daily.  Yet when Christine saw them in the hall, she was uncertain how to react.  She was reluctant to approach them, and have some perception that she now felt part of their circle.  Or worse yet, have others discover the nature of their relationship.  It was only at her last class, which she shared with Cassandra that she was handed a note to meet in the yard after class.

As instructed, they met outside as the college was emptying out for the day.  They walked together, talking as they had the week before, but now the circumstances and Christine’s perception were quite different.  Cassandra stated quite frankly, “We were quite pleased with you over the weekend.  I hope it will not be last time we will have the pleasure of your company.”  Cassandra’s formality struck an ironic tone given the nature of their activities.

Sensing Christine’s confusion, she continued, “We don’t force girls against their will to pleasure us.  As you could see, Josephine is quite content to serve us.  She chooses to be our slave.”

“You see, domination and submission is not about superiority and weakness.  Don’t think negatively about submission, it is just a role to be played.  And a good slave is highly valued.”

She stopped and looked into Christine’s eyes, “I believe you are a natural submissive, with the instinct and beauty to be a very good slave.  Will you be my slave?”

Christine was completely caught off guard.  Throughout this whole transition no one had ever given her an option.  Of course, if Cassandra had asked her before the weekend to be her slave, she would have run away from her.  But now… now she had experienced submission.  She thought over the weekend: the whippings, the bondage, servicing the mistresses.  The excitement of all the weekend’s activities were vivid in her memory

Cassandra watched as she pondered all of this, waiting patiently.

When Christine looked into Cassandra’s eyes, and saw that strength, the eyes that always had the ability to bore into her soul she found her resolution.  There could only be one answer.  Her body practically tingled as the thought shook her.

“Yes I will be your slave.”

Cassandra smiled, then gently placing her finger under Christine’s chin she leaned forward and kissed her.  Then whispered in her ear, “Thank you.”

“Are you free to go for a ride?” Cassandra asked.

Christine winked sardonically, “Free is a relative term.”

With that the two broke into uproarious laughter.  At last the pressure was broken, released in a wave of laughter.  “Come on my pretty thing, I have need of you,” Cassandra stated joyfully as she wrapped her arm around Christine, and they began to walk toward the parking lot.

No one was around, and should anyone one see them it would appear only as two young ladies joking and talking conspiratorially about their latest men adventures.

They would be half right; this was all about their latest conquest.

When they reached the car, Christine looked around and seeing no one she dutifully lifted up her skirt and sat down with her legs spread.  She had specifically worn a skirt today for just such an occasion.  Cassandra, sitting down in the driver’s seat, patted the outstretched thigh, “Good girl.”

Once they were on a patch of open road, Cassandra’s hand began to idly caress higher along Christine’s inner thigh.  Knowing her place and wanting more, Christine kept her legs spread and her arms at her side.  She paid no mind to where they were going.

They arrived at a wooden park, on the outskirts of the city.  During the mornings and weekends, it would be filled with hikers and joggers, yet as sunset was fast approaching the park was deserted.

The two made their way into the park.  Once comfortably secluded from prying eyes, Cassandra settled herself down on a bench.  Christine hesitated, not knowing if she should sit down beside her.  Cassandra relaxed back onto the bench, and then pointed to the ground before her.  Christine promptly knelt before her, allowing the cool grass to cushion her knees.

“Service me.”

With that simple command, Christine unbuttoned Cassandra’s jeans, and pulled them down beyond the knees.  The panties were likewise pulled aside.   Cassandra merely raised herself to facilitate the undressing, and stared on as her slave prepared herself.

Sensing her mistress’ immediate need, Christine did not dally with foreplay, but immediately buried her face into the presented crotch.  The sweet aroma was intoxicating.  Now that they were back to their daily lives, the visit to the country estate seemed like ages ago, and Christine longed to taste her mistress once again.

She started with deep licks, delving into the spread pussy to taste her honey.  As the tension mounted, she licked along the inner lips to prolong the sensation.  Yet, with a grip of Cassandra’s hand in her hair, pulling her into place, it was evident to Christine that her mistress was now ready.  With quick licks, she stimulated the clitoris.

Cassandra clamped her legs together, capturing her pet between her thighs, as her climax waved throughout her body.  Christine made no motion to escape, but held her face firmly in place to suck up all her mistress’ honey and to maintain the stimulation on the pulsating clitoris.  Her body shook in motion with the thighs that enclosed her.

As the climax subsided, Cassandra relaxed, and nonchalantly petted her slaves head.  She stared down at the kneeling girl before her, with a pleasant smile.  But her eyes were a mystery, clearly exploring and enjoying her slave while she pondered what to do next.

Christine merely knelt and smiled at the received attention.  She kept her eyes downcast as she had been trained.  Even in the excitement of their position, her kneeling before her mistress with sex exposed in the midst of a public park, she didn’t think she could handle a gaze into her mistress’ eyes.

Cassandra then stood up, over towering her slave.  “Dress me,” she stated simply.

Christine quickly retrieved the panties from the ground, and as each foot was raised she slipped the panties on, and lifted them up into position.  Her gentle hands stroking her mistress’s thighs and hips as she did so.  Next the slacks were returned to position.  When doing up the zipper, she allowed her knuckles to gently touch against the pussy.

Once complete, Cassandra motioned for her to rise, with a simple tug under her cheek.  It amazed her now, how readily she understood her mistress’ non-verbal commands.  Everything they had said was true, she was a natural slave.  Reinforcing that thought was her internal reaction, it filled her with pride.

Cassandra then began walking towards the car, and Christine followed in tow.

It was only once they were in the car, back into their regular position with Cassandra in the driver’s seat and Christine sitting with legs spread, that Cassandra spoke again.

“That was very good.  You have a gifted tongue meant for such servicing.”

Christine only blushed in response to the compliment.

“I have some other duties to attend to this evening, so unfortunately I cannot prolong this adventure.  However, you can anticipate further instructions.”

Christine nodded her ascent.

With that agreement, the car was started and they drove out of the park.  Once on the road, Cassandra’s hand returned to its appointed place between Christine’s open thighs.  Not a word was spoken, as each simply enjoyed the moment.  Although, as they neared Christine’s home it was clear she was also nearing a climax, and to her great consternation, the hand was removed.  Left on the edge, she would be forced to enter the house and act as if was just another day at school before her family.  Her aching body was frustrated by the withdrawal.

However, she knew her place, and stepped out of the car without a word upon their arrival.  Cassandra, easing the tension of silence, instructed her further.  “I will have some hand written instructions for you tomorrow.  Be prepared to spend the evening with me.”

Not knowing how she could respond before her family home – ‘yes mistress’ could very easily be overheard by a neighbour – she only nodded her ascent.

Cassandra gave a knowing smile, “Good night”.

“Yeah, good night,” Christine responded, almost bewildered by the air of casual friendship that was a show for anyone watching.  With that, she closed the car door and walked into the house, her body still aching for some release she would not readily receive.

Dropped back into what now seemed a foreign world of domesticity, she attempted to feign interest as she greeted her parents.  She did make a point of noting she would be staying with Cassandra tomorrow evening.  Her new found friendship with Cassandra, from an upstanding family, seemed to please her mother.  How little did she know, Christine smiled inwardly.

The next day at school bore the same air of unreality.  With her small bag with a change of clothes stored away in her locker, she anxiously awaited the end of the school day.  All she needed was a look from one of her mistresses in the hallway to make her moist.  And then finally the day ended.  Cassandra moved behind her and stated quietly in her ear, “Meet me in the parking lot,” and then walked out

They moved in separate direction to their respective lockers, allowing Christine to retrieve the overnight bag.  Once at the car, there were too many people around for Christine to sit properly, but not enough for people to take notice of the two of them together.  Even Cassandra noted the circumstance and stated simply, “Wait until we are on the road, then you can sit properly.”  She seemed pleased that Cassandra felt uncomfortable sitting beside her with her dress fully covering her bottom and legs.  Her pet was responding well to training, if normal patterns of decorum seemed inappropriate.

With a nod from Cassandra as they cleared the heavy traffic, Christine slid the back of her skirt up behind her, rested her bottom on the leather seat, and sat back with her legs apart.  She now smiled, and was relaxed to at last be in her proper position.  Without a glance, Cassandra’s hand reached over and caressed the exposed silk panties.

Not a word was spoken.

They arrived shortly at a large house, closed off in a quiet cul-de-sac.  The other homes on this street, which were equally impressive, spread out from one another and were separated by immaculately trimmed hedges and ornate landscaping.  Only once the car was fully parked did Cassandra remove her hand, and then she turned to her pet, “Welcome to my home.”

This is how the other half lives Christine thought:  Lavish mansions in the city, country homes, and BMWs.  It was hard to take it all in, especially the thought that she was being welcomed into this world – albeit through the servants’ quarters.

Upon entering the home, the two walked about briefly until Cassandra located her mother relaxing in the sun room with a book in hand, and a martini on the side table.

“Hello mother, this is Christine.  I have asked her to join me this evening.”

Mrs. Byrnes eyed Christine appraisingly, and in Christine’s perception, she was not receiving a favourable review.  Mrs. Burns flatly stated, “Hello Christine.”

“Hello Mrs. Burns,” Christine nodded respectively.

Turning her attention back to her daughter, Mrs. Burns spoke casually, “Your father is working late again this evening.  Therefore, it appears it will only be the three of us for dinner.”  Another glance of disapproval from Mrs. Burns in her direction, reinforced Christine’s perception that she was not welcome.  “I have instructed Karen to have dinner prepared by 7:00.”

Cassandra nodded.  It was just before 5:00 now, so she would still have some time for her games before dinner.  It might be fun to have Christine sitting uncomfortably on a thrashed bottom through dinner.  The two nodded to Mrs. Burns, and exited the room. 

Cassandra lead the way to her bedroom, and they both tingled with anticipation, sensing one another’s thoughts.

As they passed through the foyer, Christine noticed a woman, perhaps in her late 20s cleaning the living room.  What struck Christine was the maid’s outfit she wore.  While still within the bounds of propriety, it was short enough to leave little to the imagination, and its strict lines and frilly embroidery made her servile status clear.  Christine couldn’t help but be reminded of the maids outfit she and Josephine had worn over the weekend.  They passed by her rather quickly, but Christine did note that the woman was quite attractive with her slender form, shoulder length black hair and pert breasts.  The outfit certainly accentuated her natural beauty.

Cassandra noted Christine’s wandering eye, but did not say a word.

However, she had been provided with her lead in to begin the games.  As they entered Cassandra’s room, the door was quickly shut.  Then with a menacing stare, Cassandra commenced their session.

“Remove your clothing.”

Christine, startled by the sudden change, hesitated.

“Are you planning to disobey me?” Cassandra threatened.

“No… no mistress.  But, what about your mother, or someone else, couldn’t they walk in.”

Cassandra looked at the door and then back at Christine dismissively, “That is not your concern.  This is my home, and you are my pet.  Now strip.”

Christine knew she was trapped, and hastily began to strip, as Cassandra looked on.

Once Christine was fully naked, Cassandra continued.  “I have been eager to get my hands on you since we left the country.  And now that you are here in my home, you are looking at another woman.  A servant no less.”  Christine felt a lump in her throat, understanding her immanent danger.  “You must learn to keep your eyes downcast, and worship only your mistress.”

Cassandra grabbed her by the arm and led her to the corner of the four poster bed.  She stood there as Cassandra sought out a pair of handcuffs, and promptly returned.  Her hands were quickly bound in front of her, a small chain connecting the cuffs, and then raised up and latched into a hook along the top of the pole.  Cassandra had to stand on the bed to get them hooked in just right.  The height stretched Christine such that she was almost on tippy-toes, and struggling to maintain her balance.

Her naked outstretched body was completely exposed and vulnerable.  A point which became all to clear in a moment, as Cassandra emerged from the closet with a riding crop.  She sat on the bed looking up at her bound slave, gently gliding the riding crop between her fingers.

Then she glancing at the door, “I guess I will have to make one concession for my mother and company.  You will need to be gagged.”  She went back to the closet and re-emerged with a ball gag.  She placed the red rubber ball into Christine’s opened mouth, and fitted the leather straps behind her head and tightened the buckle.

She looked over the outstretched body before her.  She could use more restraints, perhaps some rope, or even a stretcher bar between her legs.  But she shook her head.  No, she liked to give the slave a little more play – it generally opened up more areas to torment as the girl struggled to avoid the blows.

Cassandra stood back a few feet and swished the riding crop in the air.  Christine could feel the breeze and hear the swish in the air of the riding crop.   She breathed in deeply, and waited for it to begin.

WHACK. The first stroke landed clearly across her back.  WHACK! WHACK! The proceeding strokes were in quick succession along her upper back, before she could catch her breath.

The next strokes hit her thighs making Christine jump.  Then straight on the buttocks jiggled seductively.  The body’s betrayal worked, as Cassandra could not resist a few more lashes to the bottom.

The strokes began to alternate landing on thighs, back, side, bottom, shoulders, and wherever there was exposed skin in unpredictable patterns.  Christine’s nostrils flared out for breath, as her mouth struggled against the gag.  The pressure welled up within her, and tears rolled down her cheek.

Just as she believed she could not take any more, the blows stopped.  Yet her reprieve was to be short lived.  Cassandra leaned and whispered in her ear, “Turn around dear, it is time for your front to be whipped.”

Christine’s eyes bulged in distress, but fearing her mistress’ reprimand, she acquiesced and turned her body.  Her wrists tight against the bonds as the chain twisted above her.

In this position her breasts heaved outwards, and her legs were slightly parted so she could maintain her balance which left her clitoris exposed.  She was completely vulnerable, and she now shook with fear and anticipation.

Cassandra delighted in Christine’s frightened gaze.  She swished the riding crop through the air before her.  Then she reached forward, and sharply pinched the right nipple.  A muffled cry filtered past the gag.

She made a few slashes with the riding crop across the abdomen.  She was about to attack the breasts, but then had another idea.  She once again reached into her closet and found some nipple clamps.  They were metal, and joined together by a chain, which had a connector for weights to be attached.

Christine took in a deep breath and attempted to let the pain roll through her as the first clamp came down on her left nipple.   Yet despite her best attempts, her breath was erratic as the right nipple clamped down.  Her body shook with anxiety, which only worsened the pain.  Cassandra delighted in the effect they were having, and decided to add some weight.

Once satisfied, Cassandra stepped back to admire the overall effect.  Retrieving the riding crop, she reached out and gripped Christine’s throat  forcing them to gaze directly into one another’s ideas.  The panic emanating from the bound slave was intoxicating.

“Spread your legs more to expose your sex.”  The riding crop brushed along the inside thigh, making her intentions clear.

Knowing resistance was futile, the legs were dutifully spread.

CRACK!  Christine winced as the first blow landed across her labia.  The force of the stroke was nothing in comparison to those along her backside, but given the sensitivity of this area, the pain was intense.  Yet her slave instincts were kicking in as well.  As the pain and her helplessness increased, so now was her pleasure.

A steady pattern began as stroke after stroke besieged her exposed sex and her inner thighs.

It was at this moment, that Mrs. Burns approached her daughter’s bedroom.  She normally would not disturb her, but she wondered at her daughter befriending this working class girl.  She had decided to check in, and make sure they weren’t becoming too chummy.   Hopefully this new girl would get the hint that she was not welcome, and never return.

Accordingly, she walked into the bedroom.  For a moment she stood in stunned silence seeing this new girl bound and under considerable duress.

Cassandra turned as the door opened, backing away, and then coming to a stand a few feet from the bound girl she had been tormenting.  Motionless, unsure what to do, she stared at her mother.

Christine, bound as she was, could do nothing but her breath laboured to a stop momentarily.

What came next was a shock to everyone, even herself.  Mrs. Burns smiled, and casually walked up to the bound slave.  She ran her hand through her hair, and then along the front of her body, over the breasts, and down to the edge of the pubis.  She then turned to her daughter who was in shock and had not made a sound. 

Mrs. Burns then broke into uproarious laughter.  Cassandra only looked at her with a puzzled stare, smiling as the tension was released, but not understanding the joke.

“I was coming in here to make things uncomfortable for your Christine here.  I didn’t like the idea of you socializing with a girl beneath your class.”  She was still struggling to compose herself between fits of laughter.  “But I now see that was never a concern.  I see that it has been made clear to Christine that the only place she has in this household is as a servant.”

Cassandra now at least understood the humour, not to mention her mother’s rather cold greeting earlier.  “And you are not shocked or upset by this.”  She motioned to Christine, bound and thoroughly chastised, sweat running down her body.

Mrs. Burns smiled, “Not at all, not at all.”  She paused, admiring the bound young woman before her, “In fact, I have been debating whether to introduce you to the game.  But alas, it appears you need no introduction.”

“The game?”

“My dear, I have been whipping pretty young things such as this one for years.  It is a delightful game for strong minded women who have the means to exercise our control.  And these young women are so naturally submissive; they come to us like moths to a flame.  They need a good whipping, and so often nowadays men have been scared away from exercising the necessary control.”

Christine was uncertain if she should be relieved or frightened.  Everything was in the open, and Cassandra was being welcomed and praised for her participation in these events.  Their delightful secret was no longer in danger of being disrupted.  At the same time, the noose had now been tightened, and her slave status was secure and any failure to be dutifully subservient in this house would be hastily punished.

Mrs. Burns then composed herself, speaking as if it were general conversation, “But I shouldn’t interrupt you further.  It appears you were in the midst of a session.”

Cassandra smiled, “Its OK.  I was just finishing.”  She continued to stare at her mother with a bemused look.  She needed to know more about all this.  Her mother was into dominating women as well.  Who?  When?  This opened up a whole range of questions.

Mrs. Burns continued.  “I am so glad your father is working late tonight.  Probably bopping the latest associate in his firm.  I hear she is a blond with nice large breasts.”

Cassandra could only look on with further amazement as her mother casually acknowledged father having an affair at the office.  Clearly they have had some tacit arrangement for some time.  This was all a lot to take in.

“Let’s go downstairs to the lounge.  I’ll have Karen take care of her.”  Before Cassandra could object, she called out, “Karen, could you come up here please.”

Within moments Karen was in the doorway, and quickly composed herself as she witnessed the bound and whipped Christine.  Cassandra said nothing at this new development, she was still shell shocked.

Mrs. Burns now instructed her servant, “Please take Christine down, wash her up, and help her to compose herself.  Find something appropriate for her to wear.  Perhaps you have a spare uniform.” 

Turning to her daughter, she inquired, “Did you have something in particular for her to wear this evening?”

Cassandra was lost in the moment, but still managed to find an answer, “Uh…yes.  Yes, I …uh… had a collar, ankle cuffs, and the handcuffs she is now wearing.”

“Splendid,”  Mrs. Burns beamed.  Turning to Karen who stood at attention, “Be sure that she is wearing her restraints, which Cassandra will provide.”

Then pausing for a moment, “And Karen, don’t let our bound Christine feel all alone.”

“Yes mistress,” Karen responded, understanding the hidden meaning.

Cassandra laid the collar and ankle cuffs on the bed, and then Mrs. Burns lead her out of the bedroom.  She glanced back to see Karen on the bed, beginning to unhook Christine.   At the door, Mrs. Burns left her final instructions, “Christine will assist you with the dinner preparations.”

And with that, Mrs. Burns and Cassandra walked downstairs.

Once sequestered in the lounge, Cassandra told her mother about her friends and how they had stumbled about the subservient Josephine.  And once they had developed a taste for B&D they sought out another slave.  She then told her about the past weekend, and the subjugation of Christine.

Mrs. Burns was enthralled.  And then it was time for her story.

Chapter 7

“My first time was in university.  I stayed in a dorm room, which I hated.  The only thing that made it bearable was my roommate.  She was always so eager to please.  The moment I would ask her to do anything, she would comply.  I would ask her for favours to clean the room, do some laundry, pick up some groceries, you name it and she would do it.  Of course I was so used to having servants at home that I never even noticed that those favours were never returned, and she never complained.  I just didn’t realize how eager to please she was.”

“One evening I came back from a disastrous first date.  One of those guys who can’t keep his hands off you.  I think you are old enough now, that you probably know the type.”

Cassandra nodded.

“Anyway I stormed back into my room, and naturally Jennifer asked me how the date went.  I never saw her go out on a date; she seemed to live vicariously through me.  Of course I launched into how miserable the date was, and how crude guys were.  She cuddled up on the bed beside me, and caressed me, easing my woes.  She was wearing a lovely pink negligee under her robe, as she had been preparing for bed before my arrival.  I kept on and on about immature guys, and then I said something like, `I wish I could bring him over my knee, and give him a good spanking.’”

“Rather than laughing at the absurdity of it, she had a lump in her throat and looked at me seriously, `Do you think that would get him under control?’”

“I looked at her now, as if seeing her for the first time.  She looked lovely in her loose robe and light pink negligee.  Her pert breasts could be soon through the thin material.  And then looking at her graceful face, I recognized what was obviously eyes filled with love and longing.  I smiled nervously, and attempted to look away, but could not.  ‘I suppose it wouldn’t, but it would have felt good’”

“`Why don’t you spank me instead then?’  Before I could reply, she had knelt up and removed her robe.  She stared at me, and much as propriety dictated that I should put a stop to this, all I could do was stare at her, allowing my gaze to wander over her slender form.  Sensing no resistance, she then bent over my lap.  Like an errant child she settled herself over the knee and braced herself for the spanking.  Only she was an attractive young woman, and I no parent.  But that didn’t change the desire that now rose up within me.  I allowed my hand to caress her bottom for a moment.”

“And then without even thinking I raised my hand and brought it down hard on her bottom.  She gasped, and made no attempt to move.  I was entranced by the tingling in the palm of my hand and the lovely pink mark that blushed up on her bottom.  A quick series of blows followed.  She gasped and whimpered, but never cried out for mercy or aid.  Indeed, she was careful not to be too loud so as not to attract attention.  The spanking carried on for a few minutes until her entire behind had a rosy glow.”

“When I was finished she merely cuddled up at my side, kissed my hand, and then whispered, `Thank you.’”

“I then undressed, and slipped under the covers with Jennifer cuddled up to me.  I was now thoroughly aroused, and needed release.  `Lick me’.  Without a word she worked her way down my body, kissing me, and then arrived between my legs.  She began to lick and suck my clitoris in a manner I had never imagined.  The pleasure was incredible.  I was quickly driven to climax.  But she didn’t stop there, but rather intensified her licking until I was writhing with the overwhelming pleasure.  It was only once I couldn’t take any more that I motioned for her to stop.  I asked her if she would like me to reciprocate.  To which she inquired if that would give me pleasure to lick her.  I thought for a moment, and realized that I was fulfilled for the evening and only thought I should reciprocate the pleasure she had given me, but feeling no real desire to do so.”

“Nervously, I told the truth, `No not really, but don’t you desire pleasure in return.’”

“She merely cuddled up to me, and whispered, ‘My pleasure is not important – only yours.’”

“I was about to object further when she put her finger before my mouth to stop me.  `You are a mistress, I am a slave.  You want what you want.  There is nothing more to be said.’”

And with that she cuddled up to me, and prepared to sleep.  Seeing her contentment, I relaxed and prepared to sleep.  Just before we dozed off, I whispered, ‘I would like to whip you tomorrow.’”

“I don’t know what came over me, to make me say that.  She kissed my cheek, smiled, and said, ‘OK.’” 

“That night I slept soundly as I had rarely done before, content with my new found slave curled up beside me.  The next day I purchased a riding crop, and I whipped her just as I said; and the day after that, and the day after that.  We quickly developed our own routines:  how I wanted her to dress, signals which indicated that I wished to whip her, and simple commands for every task.  The favours she had performed before were now formalized as part of her duties.  She became my complete slave.”

“Things weren’t as open those days as they are today, particularly as it concerned two women making love.  But in time, I found some special places we could go to, private S&M parties, usually in someone’s home.  It was an experience to go there and see all the variations:  men & women; men & men; and women & women like us.  And there all sorts of variations in the dominant and submissive partner as well.  I was intrigued by the submissive men, but inevitably my attention was drawn to the lovely women bound up in such extravagant manners.”

“It was at those parties that I began to appreciate the beauty of servitude.  These slaves were so gorgeous, and so well trained.  It truly was a vocation, and they wore their slave collars with pride.  And I had every reason to be proud, as Jennifer was the loveliest of them all.  Of course, the masters and mistresses loved to put on demonstrations, tormenting their servant in all manner of ways.”

“As Jennifer was such a beauty she spent many an evening on the stage being whipped by an endless succession of masters and mistresses.  At such times, I would just stand back and smile at her.  She sensed my pride, and was overjoyed.”

“We were inseparable during university.  However, following graduation things began to fall apart.  Her parents found out about us – well that we were lovers at any rate - and did not approve of her being a lesbian.  And as I began working in the corporate world, I felt myself pulled towards relationships with men.  It was better suited to socializing and meetings, and frankly speaking, the guys looked a lot hotter in their suits rather than just a bunch of frat boys.”

“There are times in your life when you don’t realize what a good thing you got going, and you let it slip away.  Jennifer attempted to deny her true self.  She tried vanilla sex for a while, and even got married, but it was doomed to failure.  We lost touch over the years.”

“Mind you, I was pleased to hear from her a few years ago.  She called to say that she was sorry about our separation, and some of the mean things she said when we broke up.  I was pleased to hear that she had found some compromise within herself.  Her new husband was also her master.  She delighted in telling me that he now thrashed her and dominated her just as I had all those years ago.  It made me wet just thinking about her, and I just had to give Karen a thrashing to help relive the memories.”

“I met your father in those years after university while I was struggling to find myself.  To my great surprise I fell in love with him immediately.  He was so handsome, elegantly dressed, and had such control and composure.  He was only a junior account manager when I met him, but you could just sense that he was going places.  Yet even then, he worked hard and played harder.”

“And I think what also drew me to him was that he was a true free spirit.  We got into all sorts of wild things.  Discovering my love of women, we very quickly began threesomes.  Yet as time passes in a marriage, and we had you; things start to mellow out.  It was a few years on, around the time that your father became Regional Director at the firm and began to travel a lot that I began to feel that something was amiss.”

“It didn’t take too long for me to discover that he was sleeping around.  And in light of our past history, he didn’t even try to deny it.  Rather, he attempted to coax me into play.  And at first, I did give it a try.”

“And it was during one such occasion that I was reminded of my forgotten interest.  I had invited Fred’s latest conquest, whom we had slept with a few nights ago, to lunch and an afternoon rendez-vous.  She was up for it, and so we found ourselves at a hotel after lunch.  As expected, it quickly turned to love making.  Yet then I got an overwhelming urge to spank her.  I held her arms behind her, and then really gave it to her.  She struggled and cried out, which I quickly muffled, but it was to no avail.”

“She was extremely upset, thinking I was exacting revenge for her sleeping with my husband.   The truth was far simpler, she had a lovely behind and I longed to spank it.  From that time on she stayed away from me and Fred, and I never joined in on anymore office flings.  Poor Fred had no idea what happened.”

“This whole incident got me thinking though.  Suddenly, all the wonderful memories I had with Jennifer flooded back.  I decided it was time for me to find another slave girl.

“It took me a while to get back into the scene.  I suppose the contradictory position of being a fashionable escape for some people, and social misfits to the mainstream, makes the true BDSM participants a bit reclusive.  Yet once I got a reputation, I had a steady stream of beauties lining up for a spanking.” 

“Your father knew what was going on, and stayed out of it.  He was not in a position to object given his own wanderings, and in fairness to him, he never did.”

“It was just such a BDSM social night at the Ambrosia – I don’t know if you are familiar with this local club - that I met Karen.  I had seen her before with a young lady the same age as her; a pair of college girls, oh so young and firm, and beautiful.  They were hard to forget.”

Cassandra blushed, realizing that Karen would have been about the same age that she was now.

“The last time she was there, Karen had received a thorough spanking with a paddle from the other girl.  And her light whimpers, and gentle demeanour suggested she loved every minute of it.  But now she was alone, and even looked a little sad as she meandered into the club.  I motioned for her to join me.  She came to me, head bowed and sat next to me.  She looked uncomfortable sitting beside me, therefore I inquired, ‘Would you be more comfortable on your knees?’”

“`Yes mistress.’”

“I nodded, and pointed to the floor.  She promptly slipped off the chair, and knelt before me.”

“`Service me.’”

“Without hesitation, she leaned forward between my legs, removed my panties, and then dipped her tongue into my waiting slit.  This was risky, even in this environment.  Sure there was lots of nudity, bondage, spanking and whipping of bare bottoms.  Yet this was un-adulterated sex.  Seeing the passion between us, the others in the club merely looked on.  I leaned back and just enjoyed the moment.”

“A tremendous orgasm wracked my body.  I gripped her head pushing her into me, and I screamed out in ecstasy.”

“The club manager then came over to us and asked us to leave.  I knew him well enough to know that he had deliberately waited until the show was over.  But now laws had to be respected.  I asked Karen to come home with me, and she nodded her consent.  It was only as we departed the club, that I asked her name”

“Of course the home was empty when we arrived.  I never would leave you alone, as you were only 10, and Fred was away on business.  You have always been the type to take trips or stay over with friends, and your father as I stated before was frequently on business trips or staying late at the office.  As I was entirely working from home by this point, it afforded me plenty of opportunity for my escapades.”

“I had brought other women home before, but somehow this seemed different.  For the others, this was a delightful adventure, or they were committed elsewhere to a husband or whatever, and this was just a diversion.  Yet with Karen I sensed it was different.  She was so submissive.  She kept her head bowed, would only speak when spoken to, and always kept her arms at her sides or behind her.  She was far too natural for this to be an act, she was a submissive.”

“I decided not to rush into things when we got home.  Instead we walked around the house, allowing her to settle in.  I sensed her disappointment as she learned that I was married and had a child.  Yet I then alleviated that disappointment when I directed her to an empty room at the back of the house, ‘And this is the unoccupied servant’s quarters,’ I said with a wink.”

“She smiled in return.”

“We then returned to the living room, stopping in the kitchen to grab some wine, and sat down together.  She had not said much all evening, maintaining the proper decorum of only speaking when spoken to.  I mentioned that I had seen her in the club before, and I thought she looked lovely receiving a spanking.”

“’Thank you mistress’ she replied shyly.  She then indicated that she had also seen me in the club before and saw how I handled other women.  She said she was honoured when I motioned for her to join her this evening.”

“I asked her what had happened to her friend from the other evening.  Karen said simply that she had only been experimenting.  It was clear from Karen’s tone that she was disappointed.  I noted that most women in the club, particularly those with other women, were seeking only a diversion or a little experimentation.”

“`And what about you?  You appear to have a lovely family.’ She had now mustered the courage to ask the obvious question.”

“Part of me wanted to spank her for questioning me in this manner.  I then smiled, knowing that the question had to be asked, and that I would spank her.  I gently stroked her face, `I will punish you for questioning me.’  She didn’t even flinch, accepting my assertion without question.”

“`But you are correct’ I continued.  `I do have a lovely family. However, I also have plenty of solitary time, a husband who understands my predilection for submissive young women, and an empty servant’s quarter which I would like you to occupy.’”

“She smiled, ‘You would like me to live with you and be your slave?’”

“’Yes.  Maid servant to my family and this household, and my personal sex slave within your quarters and whenever time permits.  You will perform all manner of domestic duties in this house, and I will be sure to punish you for any failings when we are in private.’”

“She couldn’t contain herself, leaning forward in a bundle of excitement, ‘Oh yes mistress!’”

We embraced one another passionately, and then kissed.  ‘We can talk about the details in the morning.  Now I think it is time for that spanking you deserve.’  I stood up and held out my hand to her, ‘Come with me my pretty one.’”

“And with that, I led her upstairs to the bedroom.  I ordered her to strip and kneel on all fours on the bed, which she promptly did.  I then pulled out one of my belts and thrashed her madly.  She took it all in without complaint, only the cries and whimpers of a well punished slave.  There were lovely welts along her bottom and her thighs.  We then curled up together, gently caressing and kissing one another.  We explored one another’s bodies with our fingers and our tongues, and the lightest of kisses; eventually falling asleep in one another’s arms.”

“She had a job she hated at a clothing shop, which she promptly quit.  And she shared an apartment, which she moved out of within days.  Your father was enamoured with her himself, loving her in the seductive maid outfit I had selected.  And the knowledge that she was getting spanked in closed quarters only appealed to him more.  In time, he would be permitted occasionally to watch our slave sessions, but never participate.”

“You were so young that you simply accepted this new servant.  With the true aptitude of a spoiled child you recognized her as someone you could boss around for your cleaning and miscellaneous chores.  Early on I considered how I should discipline you for such impertinence towards an elder.  Yet then I noted that you were never disrespectful to me or your father, or any other peer.  You intrinsically knew Karen was a servant, and you could boss her around.  I decided to leave you to it, hoping that one day you might take full delight in a servant.”

Mrs. Burns stopped to look at Cassandra, “It appears now that my faith has been rewarded.”

Cassandra could only smile in response.

“As time progressed, I gained complete control over Karen, and she learned many ways of pleasuring me.  And I discovered many intimate ways of tormenting her.  She learned the routines and duties of the household.  And when she failed in her domestic duties, Fred, and even you in your own impertinent way, would inform me of her indiscretion.  It was by this means that she came to delight in serving not only me, but you and your father as well.”

“She truly loves you and this family.  She takes great pride in serving it well.”

“For nearly nine years she has been a faithful servant, and I couldn’t imagine life without her.  She eases my tension; giving me pleasure whenever commanded, and helps me to relieve my frustration and anger at the days events by giving over her body to whatever pain or torment I wish to inflict upon her.”

“Amongst my friends she is known as a faithful servant, and among my closest friends I have shared her in a variety of exotic games.”

“She is a part of this family, and I love her.”

As this final conclusion resonated in the minds of mother and daughter, Karen and Christine entered the living room.  Both in skimpy maid uniforms that left little to the imagination.  Both in high heels that arched their calf muscles seductively.  And each wore leather handcuffs, ankle cuffs, and a slave collar.

Standing at attention, they stated that dinner was prepared.

Mother and daughter smiled at one another.  These two beautiful women belonged to them, and oh what pleasure they could derive from their subtle young bodies.

Chapter 8

The evening was a revelation for everyone.  After which Christine would always know her place in the Burns’ home.  Christine slept with Cassandra as arranged that evening, cuddling up with her mistress.  In the morning, she served breakfast in her maid outfit along with Karen.  The two remaining silent, as they both understood their duty of silence.

Following breakfast, Christine changed into her regular clothes for the day.  However, underneath she kept the sensual bra and panties that Cassandra had designated.  They then drove to school together – Christine sitting properly without prompting.

It was understood that they would separate quickly when they arrived at school.  Cassandra belonged to a higher class, and there must be no mis-interpretation of one’s status.  Even so, Christine couldn’t help but feel of ting of disappointment to not be in her mistresses’ presence.  No one could appreciate her subtle shifting as she sat down on her sore bottom.

In the following weeks, their relationship progressed.  She visited the Burn’s household regularly, and was regularly chastised; Mrs. Burns encouraging, and sometimes participating in the fun.  Mr. Burns was soon to discover this new arrangement as well, and though he did not participate, he was quick to report any failure of Christine to obey immediately to his daughter.  The resulting punishment ensured her faithful obedience to him as well.

There were other sessions with the clique as well.  Laura, Rozina, Deborah, and her fellow servant, Josephine joined them at a remote hotel.  And another time at Deborah’s home when no one was around.  Christine soon became indoctrinated by their subtle commands, and sexual preferences.

In the weeks that followed at school, they maintained their subtle deception as Christine kept her distance.  As the routine of school surrounded her, and the typical gossip surrounded her, Christine could not help to be amused.  She could barely contain herself as she once more heard the rumours of Cassandra and her friends having a slave girl.  What had been fanciful nonsense a short time ago, was now an enticing description of herself.  She even felt a bit of notorious pride at being the secret woman that was the focus of so much gossip.

Her secret was discovered in the most unusual of manners.

It was in her English class with the young and handsome teacher, Mr. Stevens, that many of the girls swooned over – though Christine had never really been one of them.  She had noted a much stricter attitude from him in the past few days.  However, as she casually noted this to her casual friends, they shook their heads, and rapidly dismissed this notion.  On further observation, she noted that he was singling her out.  On one Thursday afternoon, her last class of the day, his attempts to trap her into disobedience were clear.  It was almost a hidden acknowledgement on his part that they both understood what was happening.  He was challenging her to disobey.

She didn’t fall into his trap, but nonetheless she remained behind.  Her curiosity got the better of her, and perhaps she did share some of that attraction the other girls had for him.  Whatever the reason, there was a nervous smile on his face as the class emptied out, and they were alone.

She walked to the door and shut it, locking it.  Then turning to him, “Why are you testing me Mr. Stevens?”

“I am a teacher.  That is what I do.”  He said with an ironic grin.

“I am not referring to that kind of test.”

“You’re right.”  He leaned back and paused, uncertain if or how he should proceed.  “I am a young man, but I am also a teacher.  Therefore, I am in a position to hear various rumours from staff and students about the goings on within the student body.”

He gazed at her, willing her to speak up.  She was uncertain what rumours involved her.  Frankly speaking, around school, she wasn’t all that interesting and more the type to silently drift into the background.  Surely he didn’t mean Cassandra.  He couldn’t possibly mean that; he had no way of knowing about that.

“And why do you find me so interesting?  What could you have possibly heard about me?”

He paused once again, wishing to back out it seemed, but the line had already been crossed.  “Not you exactly.”  He gazed up her before continuing, “…but there are some other classmates of yours… young ladies who attract a great deal of attention; and gossip.”

“You mean Cassandra Burns and her friends.”  She blushed and attempted to avoid his gaze, knowing she had revealed too much.

He smiled, and even relaxed as he now sensed his suspicion had merit.  “They are regularly the talk of the school.  However, rumours of how they treat young ladies that don’t have their money, and shall we say social status, are of particular interest.”

Christine now had a lump in her throat.  “You mean the rumours that they are bisexual?”

“Not just bisexual.”

“You mean the stories about spankings, and such things.”

He nodded.

As this discussion continued, she was becoming increasing flushed.  The very thought of their adventures aroused her.  Nevertheless, she struggled to regain her composure.  “What about these stories; and what does this have to do with me?”

“I’ve seen you in Cassandra’s car, but never together in school.  I’ve seen her the way she dissects you with her eyes.  I’ve seen you shifting in your seat, as if it was painful for you to sit down.  I’ve seen the way you keep your eyes downcast when you are in her presence.”

He paused for effect, “Simply put, I believe the rumours are true, and I believe you are the plaything they talk about.”

He then looked at Christine, challenging her to contradict his version of events.

She was stunned.  She could protest.  After all he had no evidence.  And after all; what business was it of his anyways?  They weren’t doing anything illegal; it was personal.  Yet even with all that, she couldn’t bring herself to lie, and deny his assertion.

“Why are you telling me all this?”

He hesitated, knowing he was about to cross the line of professional ethics he had been balancing about so nervously.  Yet sensing no resistance, and trusting in Christine’s submission, he decided to proceed.

“I was hoping to trap you into disobedience.  I hoped for a reason to punish you.”

She smiled, a bit of that notorious pride returning to her.  “So you wanted to spank the bottom you had heard so many fanciful stories about.”

He nodded.

“Well, you didn’t trap me into disobedience I believe.”  She stood up and began to move towards the door.  “And you forgot one crucial thing, I’m already taken.”

With another smile, she nodded and walked out the door.

* * *

The next day Mr. Stevens received an embossed invitation to a remote hotel that evening.  Sensing that it was from Cassandra, he feared the worst.  Picking on poor Christine was one thing, but Cassandra and her family was not be messed with.  If she wished to blackmail him or ruin his career, there was little he could do to stop her.

He now deeply regretted his decision to approach Christine.  In his enthusiasm and escapist fantasies, he had only thought of Christine’s reactions.  The thought of Christine telling Cassandra had never occurred to him.

At the appointed hour, he knocked on the designated door, and waited anxiously for the door to be opened.  Not surprisingly, Cassandra was at the door and welcomed him in.

Yet he was shocked to then see Christine naked and bound facing the wall.  Her arms and legs were outstretched, held by leather cuffs and straps.

Cassandra made no acknowledgement of her presence, and simply directed him to a sofa.  He sat down and glanced furtively at Christine bound to the next wall.  He was offered a drink, to which he declined, and Cassandra maintained the pretence of this being a casual meeting.  She then sat down in the arm chair facing him, and stared at him, forcing him to stop his gaze upon Christine.

Throughout all this Christine did not make a sound.  She was not gagged in any manner, and she clearly was aware of his presence, though she made no indication of it.

“Allow me to be direct Mr. Stevens,” Cassandra began.  “Are you in the habit of using other people’s property without their permission?”

Understanding her meaning he responded, “No.”

“Then why were you wishing to use my property,” she glanced at Christine momentarily, “…without my permission.”

“I’m sorry,” he stated simply.  “I was completely out of line.”  He hoped this straight forward apology would appease her.  Praying this did not go any further; confused by this surreal setting.

She stared at him, scrutinizing his features, and clearly passing judgement.  Although she was 8 years his junior, she clearly had the upper hand and the greater sense of control.  He now understood how passive young women could easily be overcome by her presence.

“I accept your apology.”

He only sighed with relief.

She now stood up, walked over to the bound Christine, and lightly stroked her behind.  “She is quite pretty isn’t she; such a lovely behind.”  She seemed almost lost in a daydream as she caressed  Christine’s backside.

“It is hard for me to blame you for wanting to spank this lovely bum; their so round and plump.  They jiggle nicely when their spanked, and turn a nice rosy pink.”

Christine made no movement as she was caressed.  And with this talk, and the sight of a young mistress and her bound slave, Mr. Stevens could hardly contain himself.  His penis now fully erect, pressing tightly against his slacks.

Cassandra looked back to him, “I am not an unreasonable or jealous person Mr. Stevens.  I simply like things to be in their proper order.  You made the mistake of speaking to Christine, when it was not her place to say.”  She gripped the behind firmly, “This ass belongs to me.”

Christine said nothing, which served to confirm the statement.

“Would you like the opportunity to start over Mr. Stevens?”

“Start over?”

“Yes.  You still find her attractive don’t you?”

“Oh, yes.”

“And you would still like to spank her wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”  He practically moaned his response.

Cassandra smiled, retrieving a riding crop from the drawer, “Then ask my permission.”

His eyes brimmed with excitement and nervousness – was this just a trap?  His arousal was too overwhelming; the chance too exquisite.  “Cassandra, may I have permission to whip your slave?”

“Yes you may.”  She presented the handle of the riding crop to him.  And he was on his feet and retrieving the offered whip in a heartbeat.

He now stood behind the bound and naked Christine.  It only occurred to him now that he had never done this before; other than in his countless fantasies.  And he was amazed that Christine did not make a sound or a movement as she awaited her fate.

He ran the crop through his hand, and then with a brisk swing the landed the riding crop across Christine’s behind. 

She shifted with the force but did not make a sound.  Cassandra standing to the side, smiled appreciatively.

With this encouragement, he landed a few more blows.

It was only by around the 10th strike of the whip that Christine began to whimper from the force.

He whipped her another 10 times, savouring her sharp gasps.  Cassandra leaned against the wall and held up Christine’s chin so she could stare into her eyes.  Now and then, Cassandra directed him to whip this spot or that; the blows to her inner thighs producing some lovely gasps.

He then stepped forward to rub his hand over the now burning red cheeks.  He looked over to Cassandra, “May I spank her over my knee?  I’ve always fantasized about spanking a girl over my knee.”

Cassandra smiled.  “That sounds like a wonderful idea.  Let’s untie her.”

Once she was untied, Cassandra directed Mr. Stevens to the sofa.  Then she directed Christine to the sofa, hooking her finger through a ring in the collar.  “OK Christine bend over Mr. Stevens’ knee so he can spank you.”

She bent over without the slightest protest, positioning herself so that her behind was raised nicely.  In the past weeks since her indoctrination, she had learned to be proud of her behind.  And now this pride, and warm tingling from the whipping, enticed her; she longed for more… attention.

He rubbed his hand on her behind approvingly.  And then let loose with a series of blows.  His erection pressed hard against his pants, and she could feel his stiffness pressed against her cunt.

He continued to strike until her cries became one long moan.  The deep primal cry of distress was utterly enticing, along with the numbing of his hand.

Once he finished he gently petted her, running his hand down her back and over her behind.  Christine’s body relaxed, arching her body into the motion of his hand; letting out the tension in her muscles.

Cassandra put out her hand, and then helped Christine to rise.  The two stood before him, with Cassandra embracing Christine from behind, squeezing her breasts gently.  He only watched as Christine’s body was explored before her.

Throughout this entire evening, Christine did not say a word, nor did she speak now.  She only looked down observing his reactions to her naked body being pinched, caressed, and presented to him.  Cassandra was like any proud art collector, showing off the details of her latest piece.

Cassandra looked around to observe Mr. Stevens.  “There are certain advantages you have as a man which I try to replicate as a mistress, but I can never get the full essence.  Are you prepared to go a little further with our games Mr. Stevens?”

He nodded, and practically licked his lips in anticipation.

Cassandra continued, “Christine has rather quickly adapted to having her ass filled; wearing pony tails; and I have fucked her many times with a strap-on – her cunt and ass.”  She leaned forward to stare into his eyes.  “How would you like to fuck her ass?”

He nearly shot his load right there, and could bare catch his breath to accept this invitation, “Oh, yes.”

Cassandra moved around Christine, once again hooking her finger into the collar ring, and directed her to the bed.  “On your knees dear, and face down.  You know how I like you to be fucked.”

Christine knelt as ordered, and with her face lowered, her ass was raised enticingly – ready.  Cassandra retrieved some lubricant from the drawer, and began to liberally apply it to her anus.  She then inserted two fingers into the puckered hole, and worked them in.  Christine arched her head back and moaned; spreading her legs further to accommodate the intrusion.  Soon a third finger was inserted.  The hand was not driven in fast, but rather in a slow and twisting manner which stretched her anus.

Mr. Stevens hastily removed his clothing, placed a condom on, and rubbed his penis expectantly.

Finally, the fingers were withdrawn and the anus was a gaping hole awaiting entry.

Mr. Stevens, with a nod from Cassandra, knelt behind Christine and drove his cock into her with one swift motion.  She gasped with the force, but otherwise held her position; arching her ass to accommodate him further.

His passion took complete control, and he found it impossible to pace himself.  He pistoned into her with wild abandon.  With her ass squeezing his cock tightly, it was not long before he came.

Cassandra had now removed her clothing, and now lay beside Christine, leaning in and kissing her passionately.  Then looking back to see Mr. Stevens withdrawing, she remarked rhetorically, “Men… they just don’t have any staying power do they my pet.”

She did not have time to respond before she was kissed again.

Knowing she had not been instructed to move, she held her position with her ass held seductively up in the air.

“It looks like I’ll have to take care of things,” Cassandra remarked as she reached into the drawer.  Mr. Stevens nearly gasped with delight when he saw her withdraw a strap on dildo.

She quickly rose to her knees and donned the strap-on.  Once it was firmly in place, she thrust it before Christine’s mouth, still gasping in deep breaths.  “Kiss it dear.”

Christine promptly kissed it as she was instructed.  Cassandra then moved behind, applied some lubricant to the dildo, and then quickly thrust into her.  The dildo’s size was every bit as large and hard as the real thing she had within her a moment ago.  Christine gasped with the force.

She soon found a rhythm of thrusting that left Christine gasping for breath; and sweat trickling down both their bodies.  The odd slap was landed on the up raised behind to provide a loud gasp from Christine.  Witnessing these two writhing beauties had Mr. Stevens soon hard again.

Witnessing his erection, Cassandra gazed over his body and smiled.  “Put another condom on Mr. Stevens, I believe you are ready for round 2.”

He struggled to get the condom on in his excitement, but it was soon in place.  The two girls never relented.  Christine’s ass remained raised and stretched by the attacking dildo; and with each slap her cheeks reddened more.

Cassandra then stopped her thrusting, and pulled Christine back, without withdrawing the dildo from her anus.  “Now Mr. Stevens, I would like you to lie down underneath our pet.”

He smiled, and dutifully climbed into position; staring up at Christine’s breasts and her face in the throes of passion.  He knew what was coming next, and stared up into her eyes excitedly.

Christine also knew what was happening and shuddered nervously.  Cassandra had her pinned in place, and the strap-on dildo was still firmly within her ass.  With a gentle push to her back, she began to lower herself.  Knowing her duty, and despite her reluctance, she gripped the penis below her with her left hand and guided it to her pussy lips.

Once it was in place she braced herself and lowered herself onto him.  His penis impaled her.  With the pressure of his cock, and the strap-on from behind, she was completely filled in a way she had never imagined possible.  She cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Cassandra waited for a moment with the strap-on deep inside, allowing a huge orgasm to ripple through her pet’s body.  Once the intensity subsided, she began to thrust again.  With each thrust she could feel the pressure through the little nub along the inside of the strap-on which pressed into and stimulated her clit.  Each thrust was accompanied by an intoxicating whimper from her pet.

Mr. Stevens was enthralled, his cock aching with the intense pleasure.  The dildo rubbed along his penis through Christine’s inner wall.  She was completely devoid of strength now, and leaned into him.  Her breasts crushed against his chest, and her hot gasping breath tingled his neck.  He held her tightly by the shoulder, not wanting her to move, which of course was now completely beyond her control.  She was now a creature of sensation; only existing for pleasure and pain.  When he looked into her eyes, they were the eyes of a wild animal, trapped in a cage.

The intensity of the thrusts increased as Cassandra neared her own climax.  And with each thrust, the sensation engulfed Mr. Steven’s erection.  Poor Christine’s cries had now become one long high pitched moan, aching for release.

At last, Cassandra thrust in deep, and arched her own body, crying out with her own release, “Yeesss!”

From the pressure of this last thrust, Mr. Stevens lost control, and climaxed in turn.  His guttural moan was directly in Christine’s ear.

The force shook her body, as one final climax racked her body.  The pitch of her cry was nearly deafening.

Each of them allowed the sensation to subside, slumping into one another to regain their strength.  Then gradually the strap-on dildo was removed, and Cassandra stood up.  Christine gained enough composure to lift herself up, so that the cock slid out of her.  She then rolled over and continued to lie down gasping for breath.

Cassandra reached out to offer a hand to Mr. Stevens, who was similarly exhausted.  With her assistance he rose, and stood next to her smiling.  They both looked down at Christine sprawled out on the bed.

Then with a nod of her head to Mr. Stevens, she began to dress herself, and clearly implied that he should do the same.  He took her hint, and began to dress.  Aside from the odd approving glance, Christine was ignored.

Once they were fully dressed, Cassandra stood at the end of the bed, and welcomed Mr. Stevens to join her.  She then held his hand as they both looked down at Christine, naked and beautiful on the bed.

“I have given you a gift Mr. Stevens.  I have allowed you to enjoy my slave, just as you had fantasized.” 

Then releasing her hand, she turned to look at him.  “Now you must acknowledge that she is my slave.  Savour your memory of her,” she pointed to Christine, “…you will never have her again.

With that, he was ushered to the door. 

Cassandra returned to the bed, and cuddled up to Christine, allowing her to rest her head in Cassandra’s lap.  “You were a good pet this evening.  I will have to try you out with other men when it suits my need.  There are always men clamouring for my attention, and perhaps I can use your body to appease them.  But don’t you think I will ever allow your attentions to wander.  You are mine.”

Christine merely nodded in agreement, content to be cuddled up in her mistresses’ arms.  Enthralled by the experience her mistress had just engineered.  And she knew implicitly that all her future relationship would be filtered in her memory with this one devotion she had now to Cassandra.

True to Cassandra’s word, Mr. Stevens never did enjoy the delights of Christine again, despite his many appeals to Cassandra that followed.

Chapter 9

The next weekend gathering was to be at Deborah’s home in a rich suburb of the city was an opening for further adventures.    Her family was away for the weekend, and it was secluded enough to provide sanctuary for their games. 

The mistresses went to a nightclub to begin the evening.  And to make an event of the evening, they utilized a limousine so they could drive together.

While their ladies danced and delighted in the music of the club, Josephine and Christine were bound and gagged, and laid out in the back of the limousine.  Confined to the floor of the limousine, away from prying eyes, the slaves awaited the return of their mistresses.  It seemed like an eternity as they waited in silence, but it was merely two hours or so.

The mistresses’ return brought no ceremony as the slaves were released and ordered to dress in the servant uniforms, then directed to the front seat.  As with all other weekend trips, Christine and Josephine rode up front of the limousine on the drive to Deborah’s home, while their ladies languished in the back.  Whatever else the ladies did was not the prevue of their servants.

Christine had never been there before, but apparently Josephine had been, and therefore she was once again the designated driver.

Upon arriving Josephine and Christine quickly rushed into the home and dressed into their assigned outfits, which had been provided to them the day before.  Each were eager to see the outfit which had been carefully wrapped in preparation for this trip.

In the bedroom, they unpacked their matching outfits:  padded leather collars; light pink corsets which tightened their waists and raised up their breasts; high heeled boots; ankle cuffs; and white leather sleeves which fitted over their arms and had hooks along their length so that they could be bound together behind the back.   Both raced to put on their outfits, excited to be wearing such items that left them so exposed and defenceless.

Next of course was the fun part, presenting themselves to their mistresses.  They poured the wine they found in the kitchen, and rushed – as much as their heels would allow – to the lounge where their mistresses awaited.

Deborah and Laura had already begun some passionate kissing and cuddling on the couch when their pets entered the room.  Knowing better than to disturb them, their drinks were set down on the table before them.  Christine then walked to Cassandra, handing her a glass of wine.  Josephine proceeded to Rozina.

Cassandra languished in her chair, sipping her wine, and staring at her pet; eyeing her plaything from head to toe, and delighting in the new uniform.  Then she looked over to Rozina, noting her own delight, and suggested they put on a little show.  She ordered Christine to bring her a paddle.

Rozina smiled, and then looking up to Josephine instructed her, “Go with her to show her where the paddles are located.  And bring back one for yourself.”

Josephine nodded, “Yes mistress;” and turned to walk out of the room with Christine at her side.

Locating the paddles in a bedroom closet, along with whips, restraints, and other toys; they placed the paddle onto serving trays and returned to the lounge.  They presented their mistresses’ with the paddles, and set the serving trays to the side.

Standing at attention, they awaiting instructions; where should they be situated to receive their spanking.  Rozina and Cassandra looked over their lovely playthings, rubbing the paddles in their hands, and delighted in their options.

The slaves were ordered to move the coffee table into the room, away from the couch.  They were then ordered to kneel down, and lean over the table.  Their upraised behinds were presented before Laura and Deborah, who continued to stroke one another as they stretched out on the couch.  Cassandra and Rozina stood over their pets, swinging the paddles menacingly through the air.

It could all be seen from the mirror on the wall in front of them.  The slaves even admired the look of anticipation in their own faces.  As ever, their mistresses’ looked gorgeous, always sharp in their outfits.

Once the anticipation was full, the first strokes fell.  Each stroke yielded a cry of distress.  The pets lost focus of the number as they gasped and struggled to maintain their breath between their cries.  As ever, the mistresses paced the spanking to ensure it would last, and their behind was fully reddened.

Towards the end of the session, Christine noted something in the bush from the window behind her  She tried to steady herself so she could see more clearly into the mirror.  She dared not move, as this would disrupt her mistress’ enjoyment of her.  Such interruptions were deemed terribly impolite.

But there it was again… a pair of eyes peeking through the brush.  As she looked more closely she could make out that it was a young woman from the hair and gentle features.

When the whipping stopped, Cassandra bent down to pet her slave.  It was then that her pet felt she could whisper, “Mistress, we have a spectator outside.”  She kept her head low, and could not follow her mistress’ eyes.  However, the observation appeared to be followed.  “Hidden amongst the bushes, it appears to be a young woman” she continued.

Each of the mistresses’, though not hearing the whisper, sensed this new development.  They each stared at Christine, or attempted to covertly look outside.  This did raise some tantalizing possibilities.

Cassandra winked to Laura and Deborah, and then hooked her finger into Christine collar ring, and directed her to stand.  Rozina likewise directed her pet to stand.  They then walked together up the stairs, holding their slaves in tow.  Deborah and Laura were left to continue their petting of one another.

Once in the bedroom, Christine and Josephine were soon directed to work lapping at the pussies of their mistresses who lay back and enjoyed their servicing.  Yet they all knew the real fun was about to begin downstairs.

Deborah and Laura continued to sneak peeks at the mirror to ensure those eyes were still there.  Their gorgeous bodies continued to make a captivating scene from the window and the mysterious eyes did not waiver.

Deborah whispered in Laura’s ear, and then got up to get something from the kitchen, adjacent to the side porch.  She turned to Laura, motioning her to be patient as she would return.  Once out of sight from the window she turned again, and Laura nodded; the eyes were still there.

The side porch door exited from the other side of the house, and would not be visible from the brush at the back of the house.  Deborah exited the house, and circled widely to the back yard.  Crouching low, she silently stalked her prey like a cat.  Soon she was in sight of the body which accompanied the ‘eyes’.  She was a young woman, apparently their age.  A short asian girl with lovely black hair and red streaks.

Laura was putting on a show, caressing herself in anticipation of Deborah’s return.  This kept the eyes affixed in one direction, allowing Deborah to get 10 feet behind her prey before she sensed something was wrong.

By the time the mysterious girl turned to look, Deborah had pounced on her, and grabbed her tightly.

“Why are you spying on us my pretty thing?”  Deborah demanded harshly.

Her tone of anger was a pure fabrication, but the young lady held firmly in her grasp was duly nervous.  Deborah then dragged her towards the house before she could even respond.  The young woman sputtered and stared at her captor like a doe caught in the headlights.

“I want you to explain what you are doing here!  Why are you trespassing?  Were you enjoying  the view?”  Deborah continued with a litany of outrage that scared the young woman, and never allowed her a moment to respond, or gain her composure, as she was pulled into the house.

She was then pushed into the living room where Laura awaited her presence.  She was then pushed to the couch, and seated beside Laura.  Laura quickly pushed her back into the seat, as she attempted to rise.

Deborah was then seated on her other side, and she was trapped between them.

Laura and Deborah each placed a hand along her inner thighs, holding her legs apart.  With only a skirt, their hands caressed her skin directly.  Her two interrogators were also seductively dressed, and very aroused having caressed and kissed one another over the evening.

Deborah stared directly at the attractive intruder, and the pretty girl looked down attempting to avert her eyes from Deborah’s piercing gaze.  “Now my dear, what is your name?”

One upward glance into Deborah’s eyes, and the strength of those hands on her inner thighs, confirmed that refusal to answer was not an option.  She continued looking down, and mumbled meekly, “Monique.”

Deborah smiled, “Monique.  A pretty name for a pretty girl.”  Her hand inched up the moist thigh, and Laura’s hand worked up the other thigh. 

Monique’s breath shortened, and her muscles tensed.  Yet she didn’t look up or attempt to escape.

“Now my pretty, how long were you watching us?”

Monique hastily replied defensively with the high-pitched manner of a school girl declaring her false innocence before the teacher, “I wasn’t watching you.”

Deborah slapped her thigh, which caused her to gasp in shock.  “I know you were watching us.  You were watching us enjoy our slave girls.  You were getting hot at the site of their reddening behinds.  And then you continued to stare as Laura and I kissed and caressed one another.”

She slapped her thigh again, “So don’t tell me you weren’t watching.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was watching you,” Monique cried.

“How long?”

“I saw you come in.  I was wandering the trail behind my place, when I saw you drive in.  I was intrigued when I saw the two girls – the ones you were spanking – come out of the car almost naked.”

“I couldn’t stop myself from watching.”  This last statement was almost a whisper, and tears were now running down her cheeks.

Laura now interjected, “So you liked the show.”  Her hand was now brushing over her mound, rubbing through the panties.

Monique looked up to face Laura, afraid to move, and not certain how she should respond to this sensual exploration of her body.  “Yes, I did.”

Laura leaned in to whisper in her ear, “I know you did.  You’re very wet.”  She slid a finger under the panties and ran her finger along the gapping pussy.  She then pulled her finger out, and held it before Monique to reveal the glistening juices.

She then inserted her finger into Monique’s mouth.

Monique attempted to raise her arms to push away, but they were quickly held. 

Deborah  pulled down at the panties which blocked her fingers.  And being constrained, she stared at the wide eyed Monique.  “Lift your behind.”

Monique could not foresee any other option.  She complied, and her panties were quickly pulled down.  She might have gasped in surprise, if Laura’s fingers were not in her mouth.

As she relaxed back into her position, and her legs were dutifully spread, they released her arms.  She kept them at her side, allowing them each to begin stroking her breasts, and pinching her nipples.

They unbuttoned her blouse, and then pulled it off her.  Next the bra was unfastened and removed.  She barely moved as they undressed her.  Her skirt was then pulled down, leaving her completely naked.

She could only gaze in wonder at how quickly things had changed.  Only a short while ago she had been watching these two women caressing one another in their sexy and revealing outfits, while she watched from the safety of the brush out front.  She had not forgotten how they liked to arouse themselves either.  The two slaves which had been whipped were upstairs; no doubt receiving further chastisement.

Deborah noticed the glance toward the stairs, and followed the inner thought.  “You are wondering what we are going to do with you next – now that you are naked and trapped between us?”

She had a wicked smile on her face, “Aren’t you??”

Monique stammered, “yh..yh.. yes.”

Laura couldn’t contain her excitement, and was eagerly thrusting her fingers into Monique’s pussy.  The both had their hand all over her, making it impossible for her to concentrate.

“I think it is time that we punish you,” Deborah continued.  “After all you have enjoyed your spectacle, you have trespassed on my property, and you have enjoyed our slaves – delighting in their torment – without our permission.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”  Monique cried out.

“Do you think you are better than our slaves?”

“No.”  Monique didn’t know what to say.  She only answered how she thought she ought to.  She certainly didn’t feel superior to anyone.  She wanted the answer which offered the least resistance so that she could escape unharmed.

Deborah smiled.  Monique had given the answer she wanted – one that opened up all sorts of opportunities; and certainly not one, which would leave Monique unharmed.

“Good girl.  I am glad that you acknowledge you are no better than a slave girl.  I am guessing from your arousal that you have read your share of erotic stories.”  She stared at Monique who was squirming under the attention of their hands and Laura’s tongue on her breast.

“What happens to slave girls who are disobedient?”

Monique shook her head.

“Answer me.”  Deborah slapped the exposed thigh.

Monique cried out.  “They are punished.”

Now sensing the trap she had led herself into, she cried out, “Please don’t hurt me!  I was only curious, I..uhm...I was just...”

“You were just enjoying the torment of our slave girls, when you know you are no better than them.”  Deborah paused for effect, and stared at Monique who looked like a deer caught in the headlights.  “You should have acknowledged your own arousal, and known your place, witnessing 4 mistresses at play.  You should have knocked at our door, and knelt before us – presented yourself as the slave you so clearly are.”

Monique was caught between bewilderment, tears, and the continual arousal from their hands.  Laura was now biting her nipples, which further enhanced her pleasure.

The trap was now firmly closed.  Monique lowered her gaze submissively.  “What are you going to do to me?”

“You are going to turn around, and bend over the sofa between us so we can spank you.”

Laura whispered in her ear.  “Deep down, you know you are craving a warmed behind.”

“OK”  Monique whispered, almost inaudibly.

Deborah smiled, “Now you know that is not the way to address us.”

Monique raised her voice, “Yes mistress.”

“Proceed.”  They removed their hands, and gestured for Monique to stand.

Monique stood up.  For a moment she hesitated.  Shouldn’t she run out the door and escape this madness?  She was completed naked, but this was her last chance for escape.  What remained in store for her was quite clear.  She noted two paddles on the table.  Laura’s last whisper in her ear resonated within her.  Her body tingled, and she longed to have their hands over her body once again.

With a smile, she picked up the paddles and handed them to Laura and Deborah.  She then bent over the sofa as instructed, presenting her behind.  She then braced for the spanking to begin.

Deborah and Laura smiled at one another, as they looked over the backside of their latest conquest.  They deliberately paced themselves to allow their new pet to fully appreciate your position and nervously await her punishment.  Laura grabbed one of the exposed bum cheeks and squeezed it tightly, relishing in the firm behind.  The flesh reddened with her touch, which pleased Laura as the paddle would leave some lovely marks.

Deborah was the first to strike.  Monique shifted forward with the force and cried out.  She started to turn over to protect herself, but a stern look from Deborah and a hand on her shoulder confirmed that no second thoughts were permitted.

The second blow, from Laura, landed before she could fully adjust herself.  She once again shifted forward, but quickly resumed her place.  She gripped the edge of the couch, and buried her head between her outstretched arms.

Deborah delicately lifted Monique’s chin off the couch and over her arms.  “We like to hear your cries and moans, dear,” she instructed.

Monique nodded, and once again held her place.  The next blow landed from Deborah,  and before she could compose herself Laura had landed another blow.  Her initial gasp prolonged into one long moan.

They then began to spank her at a furious pace.  She gasped and cried out with the pain, as tears ran down her cheeks.  She had nowhere to go to escape the pain, and could only brace herself to receive the blows.  They spanked every inch of her bottom, and landed a few key smacks to her thighs.

Once she was nearly breathless, and her moan had now become one long sob, Deborah and Laura relented.  The each caressed her reddened cheeks, and remarked to one another some of the nice marks which now appeared.  Her skin tingled and behind ached.

Monique could only remain kneeling on the couch with her behind exposed.  She listened to the two ladies discussing her body as if she was an object, or she wasn’t even there.  Yet she didn’t dare say anything, even if she could catch her breath in order to speak.  To her surprise, the ache and throbbing of her behind became a soothing wave of pleasure which radiated through her pussy.  This unexpected pleasure mingled with her new found pride in having withstood a good spanking.

“Now that you have been properly broken in, what do you say we go upstairs and join the others?  We can then find you a nice slave outfit.”  Deborah’s remark was more of a statement than a question, and Monique nodded affirmatively.

The three of them then proceeded upstairs, with Monique being held between her two mistresses; each holding one of her wrists. 

Monique couldn’t help but smile.  She had certainly not expected the pleasure which overwhelmed her now, and she eagerly anticipated the next development.  She had once experimented with a friend, licking one another’s cunts.  However, this was a completely new development, and she longed to have her head buried between Deborah and Laura’s thighs.  And she was going to be introduced as a slave!  And wear cuffs!  And a collar!  Her body practically shook with the anticipation.

As they entered the bedroom, they were greeted with the site of Cassandra thrusting into Christine with a strap-on, as Josephine lay before the outstretched Rozina, licking her pussy thoroughly.

They each stopped to eye the new member in their midst.

Cassandra only paused for a moment, and then once again thrust into Christine.  Rozina pushed Josephine’s head down, and the licking resumed. 

Deborah smiled as the scene unfolded before her.  She then proceeded to the closet, and returned with a set of hand and ankle cuffs, and a thick leather collar.

Monique stood motionless as the restraints were placed on her.  She watched the other slave girls in action, and knew she was about to join them.  Once the collar was in place, she was pushed onto the large bed next to the outstretched Rozina.

Rozina ran her fingers through Monique’s hair, and smiled at her.  “Welcome slave.”  Rozina then looked to Deborah and Laura as they climbed onto the bed, “What is our new pet’s name?”

“Monique,” Deborah responded.

Rozina reached down to squeeze a nipple.  “Well Monique, we could hear your moans from up here.  You sound nice being whipped.”

Monique didn’t know how to respond, or if she should say anything.  She noted that the other girl never relented from licking Rozina’s pussy or made any motion to speak.   The other girl being buggered by the strap-on, as was now evident, kept her head down and was silent except for her rhythmic moan with each thrust.  Clearly slaves should not speak unless spoken to.

As she pondered this, Laura laid down in front of her next to Rozina.  She then felt Deborah pulling her back and onto her knees.  Her head was then pushed between the outstretched thighs of Laura.  With Josephine lapping Rozina’s pussy directly beside her, her duty was clear.

She lowered her head, and with a deep long lick she tasted the nectar of Laura’s clit.  The bitter sweet taste enticed her and she buried her face in Laura’s sex to absorb the scent and smell of womanhood.  Her brief experimentation in the past paled in comparison to this new taste of a fully excited young woman.  Her tongue sought out the clitoris so that she could flick it with her tongue and enhance Laura’s arousal.

As she intensified her licking Deborah climbed onto the bed behind her and spread her legs.  She then felt a cool sticky liquid being squeezed into her anus.  She attempted to shift away as she realized her ass was being lubricated.  However, Laura quickly placed a hand over her head and pushed her back into the moist cunt she had been servicing.

One finger was inserted into her anus, and she gasped with the sudden intrusion, but Laura’s hand kept her from moving further.  A second finger quickly followed.  She was beginning to adjust to the fingers pumping into her anus, as a third finger was inserted.  She was really feeling filled, and her behind ached with the force.  A fourth finger was inserted around her opening and Deborah twisted her fingers to really stretch the opening.

Once her anus provided a nicely stretched hole, Deborah pulled her fingers out.  The released tension of the muscles surrounding her anus, made Monique moan in response.

It was only a brief reprieve however, as she soon felt the moistened head of a dildo at the entrance to her behind.

Deborah proceeded slowly, inserting the head and then allowed Monique to adjust.  Monique gasped for breath with the force of the entry.  She would have twisted away if it were not for Laura holding her still; enjoying the hot breath on her pussy.  Deborah proceeded slowly allowing Monique’s muscles to relax and absorb the intusion.  It was a realistic dildo in size, and the rubberized ripples of skin.  Monique could hardly believe she was able to take it all in.  She moaned as the dildo was fully inserted.

Once fully in, Deborah pressed herself into Monique’s behind, and rested amount to allow her pet to adjust.  Like the other pets, Christine now being buggered only a few feet away, she would learn to accommodate a dildo in her backside.

Once her breath was somewhat normal, Deborah began to thrust in and out.  The feeling of Monique’s firm behind pressing against her inner thigh with each thrust, and the friction of the dildo rubbing against her pussy, coaxed her onward.  That, and Monique’s moans made this intoxicating.

She was both amazed and pleased at how easily these girls submitted.  She could never get enough of them.  With this pleasant thought, she raised her hand up and spanked the lovely behind.  The sting only serving to intensify Monique’s arousal; the moisture dripping down her thigh made that evident.

It was clear from the moans of the others on the bed, that they were all nearing a climax.  Deborah reached over and stroked Josephine’s exposed pussy, and continued to smack Monique’s behind with her left hand.  The squeals of pleasure and pain from the two girls nearly matched one another.

Cassandra and Christine were the first to climax together, as Cassandra collapsed onto the slave beneath her.  Hearing their cry of pleasure, Rozina clenched her thighs around Josephine, and shuddered with her own climax.

With her face enclosed in her mistress’ thighs and Deborah’s fingers thrusting into her pussy, Josephine followed shortly thereafter.

As the other mistresses’ cuddled with their pets beside them,  Deborah and Laura strengthened their grip on Monique between them.  Deborah began rubbing Monique’s clit with her left hand, as she spanked her with the right.  Laura squeezed Monique’s nipples, and pushed her head so that her tongue drove even deeper into the moist twat.

It was not long before the three of them cried out in a shared climax.

They all collapsed onto the bed, with Monique safely cuddled between them.  Their bodies, moist with sweat, rubbing up against one another.

Laura hooked a finger into Monique’s collar ring, and then kissed her passionately.  “Welcome to the private club.”

They all smiled, most especially Monique who had now found an exciting part of herself that she never realized was there.  She had never experienced anything remotely close to the excitement she felt tonight.  And she could sense from the others that this was not a onetime thing.  She noted that all eyes were upon her, as they examined the new pet.

With a surprising pride of having fulfilled the sexual demands of these two demanding mistresses, she smiled in return, “Thank you mistresses.”

Deborah leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Now when you see mistresses at play, are you going to hide behind the bushes?”

Monique smiled, as she had been told the proper answer earlier this evening.  Only now she could fully appreciate it, rather the recoil in fear.  “No mistress, I will knock at your door, and kneel before you like a good slave.”

Deborah petted her contently, “Good girl, good girl.”

Pleased with their new slave, and aroused with the night’s activities, they all drifted into sleep amongst a series of strokes and kisses.

Chapter 10

Monique did indeed present herself at Deborah’s door in the days and weeks that followed.  As Deborah was alone on many of those occasions, she became indoctrinated on the means of pleasuring her mistress.  And as group sessions ensued, she joined Josephine and Christine in the joint servitude of the mistresses.  Voyeurism was part of the pleasure of the mistresses, so the slaves also made love to one another on occasion.

Josephine serviced Rozina as always, Christine remained bound to Cassandra, and now Monique by virtue of geography had become Deborah’s loyal plaything.  And although she was an active participant in all their group sessions, Laura began to feel shut out as the only mistress without her own dedicated slave.

Each of her friends shared their pets with her freely, but it was not the same.  She saw the devotion and love which the slaves held for their respective mistresses, and she longed to possess someone in the same way.

Her growing unhappiness must have been apparent to those who knew her, as even her mother inquired as to what was the matter.  Yet she couldn’t dare to tell her mother of their  B&D activities. Therefore, she simply responded that everything was fine.

Yet unbeknownst to Laura, her mother shared some of Mrs. Burns’ predilections.  They did not have a regular household servant, nor did the Kensingtons have the same openness within their marriage.  Yet, apparently women of a certain status were permitted to explore certain facets of their sexuality that others could only fantasize about.  And no doubt, her friendship with Mrs. Burns had some influence.  Whatever the case, Mrs. Kensington discovered the source of Laura’s growing disgruntlement and understood.

She understood, a young lady needed to take charge, and these types of pets were the perfect source of entertainment.

Laura arrived home late on Friday evening.  She had intended to invite over her friends for some games, as her parents were both away on business; not an unusual occurrence these days.  However, her mother insisted that she needed Laura to handle some household errands this evening.  She had just called Laura to advise that instructions had been left in her bedroom, and not to forget.

Upset, as she really wanted to be spanking some girl’s behind rather than running errands right now, Laura stormed into the house and up to her room.

On her bed was something which definitely needed attention.

There before her was a naked girl, wrists bound together and chained to the headboard, and legs spread out and bound to the bed posts. 

Laura stood silently at the entrance and stared in shock.  Where did this plaything come from?  She didn’t recognize the girl, but she was about her age.  Moreover, who put her there?  She could not have bound herself in this manner alone, much less entered the house.

The girl was tall, thin, small but pert breasts, delicate white skin, long auburn hair.  Eyeing her body, Laura was getting excited by the possibilities.

The girl was not gagged, or blindfolded in any manner.  Yet, she kept her eyes averted and did not make a sound as Laura entered the room.  She clearly knew Laura was there, but she held her place and did not speak.  Obviously, she was a trained submissive.

Laura walked slowly to the bed and sat down next to the bound girl.  She reached out to stroke the girls breasts, and run her fingers down the girl’s body.  The girl was breathing heavily, and her breast arched outward with the touch, but was otherwise silent and still.

With a slight touch to her chin, Laura directed the girl to face her.  “Where did you come from my pretty thing?” she asked in a light raspy voice.

“I responded to an ad; your mother brought me here.”  The girl had a light voice like caramel.  She searched Laura’s eyes to be certain she had responded appropriately.

“And you have been expecting me.”  Laura’s statement was more of a question.

“Yes.  Your mother made it clear that I was being presented to you; and that I should be a good girl.”

“A slave.”

“Yes.”  The girls pulse was raising, and Laura’s stroking intensified her heat.

“Yes what?”  Laura corrected, squeezing the girl’s nipple.

“Yes mistress.”

Laura smiled; well trained indeed.  The girl noted that Laura did not ask her name or how long she had been bound like this.

Speaking more to herself, Laura gazed at this lovely pet, “What am I going to with you my pet?”

The girl looked at the dresser, and then back to Laura.  Laura, following her pet’s gaze, looked over at the dresser.  Noting some items that did not belong there, her curiosity was peeked, and she got up and moved to the dresser.

‘Where did these come from?’ she wondered, as she stared at a leather paddle, riding crop, whip, nipple clamps, gag, blindfold, and assortment of spreader bars and restraints.  There was even some wax, which only needed to be heated up. 

Oh mother, she smiled, I can’t believe you could provide such a gift.  Obviously a lot of thought had gone into this; and she had though her mother would never understand her S&M desires.  Even the preparations for this evening; the girl must have been bound like this for at least an hour.

“It would appear that my mother thought of everything.”  She selected the riding crop from the dresser.

She slowly walked back to the bed, swinging the crop slightly for effect.  The pet stared at it nervously, and awaited her inevitable chastisement in silence. Standing over her bound plaything, Laura struck out. 

The girl gasped, but made no move to protect herself.  A lovely mark was left on the inner thigh.

“Tell me your name pet.”

“Caroline,” the girl responded, before she was struck again and gasped.

“Caroline.  That’s a pretty name for a pretty pet.”  Caroline was promptly struck again.

“You said, you responded to an ad.  What did the ad say?”  She struck again, along the stomach.

Caroline sputtered as she attempted to catch her breath and respond.  “It was an online dating service.  I saw your profile – young mistress seeking slave girl.  I had a friend who spanked me, but she moved away.”

WHAP!  The riding crop landed along her breasts, causing her to gasp.  “... I wanted to  experience submission again.”  WHACK!  The riding crop came down on the other side of her breasts.  She struggled with her breath.  “I wanted to try something more serious.”

She was practically in tears as Laura once again returned her attention to the thighs, and whipped them liberally.

“And why did you respond to my ad?  I presume a pretty girl like you received responses to your posting.”  The riding crop landed along with the compliment; to emphasize that ‘pretty girls like her’ are meant for punishment.

“Guys and couples mostly.  I wanted a mistress, and your profile indicated you were young, attractive and experienced.”  Tears were now flowing, but she still made no effort to protect herself.  “... And when I discovered it was your mother who was posting the ad, I was intrigued.”

Her mind wandered back to that moment when she was in Mrs. Cameron’s study.  Mrs. Cameron did not appear to actually be a “young mistress” as the ad had indicated, but she was incredibly beautiful.  Mrs. Cameron was certainly a mistress though, and very much in control.  Her self assurance made Caroline nervous and aroused at the same time.  She was definitely in the right place, even if the age was misleading.  It was not exactly the first time an online personal ad had been exaggerated, after all.

She remembered sitting in the hardback chair, wearing only a short summer dress..  With no bra and panties on, and her skirt raised as ordered, her body was intimately revealed.

Mrs. Cameron stood pacing before her, appraising her.  Perhaps an older mistress was better, as this woman was clearly experienced in the purchase of ‘objets d’art’.  Under that scrutinizing gaze, Caroline knew – felt it in her being – that she was an object, something to be purchased.

A few minutes of silence passed, but it seemed like an eternity to Caroline, as her body was observed and occasionally lightly stroked.

Mrs. Cameron then sat behind her desk facing the prospective slave.  Unknown to Caroline, this was the only one of the responses to her ad which had earned an invitation.  Something in Caroline’s profile, though lacking in experience, suggested that she had the passion necessary to be a good slave.

The pet was then probed in detail about her experiences:  Had she been whipped… bound with handcuffs… suspended… sodomised?  What made her think she could please another woman?  How much experience did she have licking pussy?  How would she expect to be handled in public, or among her mistress’ friends?  Each question was the more arousing for its directness.  And staring into this mistress’ eyes, Caroline knew better than to lie, even when she may have wanted to for her lack of experience.

Her growing heat, shortness of breath, and shifting in her seat, as arousal took hold off her, were observed as much as her answers.

Satisfied that she had the right pet, Mrs. Cameron then instructed Caroline that she was being presented as a gift to her daughter.  And then the arrangements for her ‘packaging’ were made.  Every present needed to be properly wrapped and tied.

Laura interrupted her reverie.  “So you fantasized about being whipped by a young mistress – helpless; and now here you are.”  Laura bent over her pet, and presented the whip handle before Caroline’s mouth. 

Sensing her duty, Caroline kissed the handle.  “Yes mistress.”

“Good girl, good girl...”  Laura sat down on the bed and smiled at Caroline, stroking her face and running fingers through her hair.  She then leaned forward and kissed her passionately.

Caroline was enthralled, as she looked up at Laura with longing.  This was everything she had fantasized about.  Laura was so unimaginably beautiful, and had instinctively taken control.  Her body tingled with pain and pleasure from the whipping she had just received; and her body ached for more attention.

Laura undid the handcuffs and ankle cuffs from the bed posts.  Caroline was then directed to kneel on the bed.  As Laura looked her over, admiring her pet’s body, she pondered what to do next.

She went to the dresser, and retrieved a collar and the nipple clamps.  Caroline remained motionless, and her eyes downcast, as these were placed upon her.  She whimpered slightly as the nipple clamps pinched her breasts so tightly.  Yet soon, the sharp pain turned to a throbbing pleasure.  Seeing the decorative clamps on her breasts, and feeling the tight leather of the collar and cuffs, she smiled with pride. 

She thought to herself that she must look beautiful.  Laura gently kissed her cheek, seemingly confirming that thought.

Laura removed her clothing and sat at the head of the bed.  Centering herself, she then directed Caroline to shift backwards, still on her knees.  Laura stroked her pet, and stared into her delightful brown eyes.  “We now know you can suffer for your mistress.  Now let’s see how good you are at giving pleasure.” 

Laura then stretched out on the bed, her legs enclosing the pet before her.   Caroline needing no further prompting bent forward to engulf herself in her mistresses pussy.  Laura’s hand immediately encircled her head, and pushed her forward.  The musky scent of Laura’s arousal, and the moisture from her cunt, confirmed that her mistress was indeed pleased and in dire need of servicing.

She lapped at the open slit with deep long licks.  At Laura’s insistence, she quickened the pace, and buried her tongue deep within her.  With Laura pushing her head, her nose was buried in Laura’s cunt and rubbed along the inside.

On her knees, ass in the air, and head buried in another woman’s sex.  Caroline couldn’t imagine a better place to be.

Laura tried to hold back from cumming, but with Caroline’s deep licks stroking her clitoris, it was impossible.  She tightened her grip on Caroline’s hair and howled with pleasure as the climax rippled through her body.

Caroline licked and sucked her juices hungrily.

And without any further direction, she assumed she must continue licking; which she was pleased to do.  She continued at a more leisurely pace, making certain that her tonque caressed all of Laura’s insides.  The smell and taste of Laura’s sex was all the more enticing after the climax.

Laura lay back and just enjoyed this sensual release.  She lightly stroked her pet’s hair and moaned with the rippling waves of pleasure, murmuring encouragement, “good girl, good girl...”

Perhaps equally enjoyable as the physical sensations was the thought that she didn’t have to do anything.  She now had her own slave who would be content to lick her pussy throughout the night.  ‘Almost as enjoyable, but not quite,’ she laughed inwardly, as she gasped with a deep lick over her clitoris.

Even now, she knew she would come again from the licking.  But this one built up over time,  and it was a long slow climax that sent wove through every fibre of her body.

Once Caroline had sucked up all her juices, she pulled her up on the bed so that they were cuddled in one another arms.  Laura then penetrated Caroline’s mouth for a long French kiss.  The taste of her own cum was still on Caroline’s tongue.

They lay like that, cuddling and kissing, for the remainder of the evening; eventually drifting off to sleep.

There was other things Laura wanted to do with her pet, but those could wait.  From now on, she would have plenty of time to enjoy her own slave.

Chapter 11

Caroline was excited to discover there was a group of young mistresses, and anxiously awaited her opportunity to be displayed before them.  Laura was equally proud of her, and was eager to show her off.

A trip was hastily planned to her country home for the weekend.  Needless to say, her mother was most accommodating.

Indeed it was not only a relief, but exciting, for mother and daughter to share the intimate details of Caroline’s initiation.  Mrs. Cameron was indeed experienced in the matter of enslaving young women, though she preferred the variety offered by clubs and escort services.

When the other girls learned of Caroline, they dropped whatever plans they had for the weekend, and waited with excitement an introduction to their newest slave.  Having 4 slaves for 4 mistresses, really was the most appropriate.  And the games they could play!  The possibilities seemed endless.

It was agreed that they would meet Laura at the estate, where her slave would be ‘pre-arranged.’

Cassandra, Deborah and Rozina arrived at Laura’s country home with their slaves in tow Friday night.  Laura greeted them at the door, and welcomed them in.  The slaves’ clothing were immediately removed once they entered the house.  The group then walked into the lounge where the hostess’ new pet awaited them.

On her knees, hands behind her back and naked, was the lovely dark-haired beauty they were all anxious to meet.  She had been instructed to remain silent, so she did not make a sound as each of the mistresses approached her and appraised.  They lightly stroked her body, running their fingers through her hair, and squeezing her breasts.  Various remarks were made, and they complemented her body.   Her mistress earned all the praise for the fine acquisition.

The other slaves waited to the side, also admiring the new beauty amongst them, but not permitted to touch.  Christine was excited to be back in Laura’s country home, remembering that this is where she had been initiated.  Monique stared about in wonder at the size of this place.

They were all, mistresses and slaves alike, conscious that there were going to be some exciting games to be played this weekend.

Josephine asked if she should prepare the mistresses’ drinks.  As the senior slave, she was looked upon for guidance by the other slaves.  Laura recognized this need for domestic training and suggested that all the slaves go with Josephine to the bar.  And so they all followed in tow, silent, heads bowed demurely, and arms behind their backs.

Josephine showed each of her fellow slaves the liquor cabinet and advised them of what she knew to be their mistresses’ favourite drinks.  Christine and Monica, now having their own experience, also made some comments.  Yet they didn’t take long to prepare the drinks, knowing their mistresses were waiting.

They returned to the lounge and presented each of their mistresses with their drink.

Laura then instructed them what game had been decided upon to commence the weekend.  “We have decided,” she motioned to her friends, “that we are going to have a little competition to see who is best at pleasing their mistress.  You are each going to kneel before your mistress and lick her.  You will only be allowed to use your mouth.  Your hands will be held behind your backs, and if you touch your mistress in any way, you will forfeit the game.  The first slave to make her mistress cum wins.  The losers will be whipped.”

The game plan was simple enough, and they had all tasted their mistress’ pussy.  The game would be its own reward, but each feared the consequence of losing.

The young ladies removed their panties.  Deborah, who had been wearing slacks, pulled them off.  The others lifted up their skirts or dresses.  They each sat back on a sofa or chair, and spread their legs comfortably.  Needing no further instruction, the slaves knelt between the legs of their respective mistress.

Laura counted them off, “On the count of three, one…two…three.  Lick!”

The slaves went to work, licking, sucking, and probing their ladies sex with their tongue.  The young mistresses grabbed their pet’s hair and forced them to lick deeper.  Not only did they want an orgasm, which their slaves struggled to do, but they wanted to win.  They wanted to show their friends that they had the best slave.

Deborah was shaking Monica, smothering her between her thighs.  In a momentary lapse, Monica lost her balance and dropped her hands to her sides.  She touched her mistress’ legs, and forgetting herself began to caress them.  Deborah leaned forward, and whispered,  “You’ve just lost dear.  Now, don’t stop until I orgasm.” 

Monica never stopped licking.  Instead she worked her hands upwards and caressed her Lady’s behind, pulling herself inwards.  Deborah thrust into the gaping mouth of her slave.

Deborah cried out with an orgasm first.  And then from the chair across from them Cassandra moaned, “Ohhh yess! Yes!”

She allowed her climax to ride through her, and she purred, “I win… I win.”

Knowing they had lost, and they would be whipped, Josephine and Caroline continued to lick their mistresses to orgasm.  They would not deny themselves or their mistresses the pleasure because of their failure.

“OK Losers,” Laura pronounced, “Line up over here, on your knees with your asses up in the air.”

The slaves complied, positioning themselves perfectly for their asses to be thrashed.  Christine had the honour of kneeling beside her mistress, and being petted,  She watched while her fellow slaves prepared to be whipped.

Without ceremony, the three slaves were whipped.  They remained silent, whimpered, or gasped.  Yet none moved, or begged for mercy.  They had lost and deserved to be whipped.

After 20 lashes, and their behinds were nicely reddened and striped, the punishment ceased.

It was now late, so it was decided that was bedtime.  All except the new girl were aroused at the prospect, for they all knew that these evenings ended in a web of stroking and licking.  And indeed, it did.

The next morning, it was Christine who awoke first.  She promptly awakened her fellow slaves, and they slipped into the washroom together.  They quietly showered, confusing Caroline with the lack of caressing amongst these beautiful girls, as they had each been confused at their first gathering.  Yet as she learned, breakfast had to be prepared for the mistresses, and slaves were not allowed to have sex with one another without the young ladies permission.

Breakfast was waiting for their mistresses when they walked downstairs into the dining room.  The slaves busied themselves, pouring coffee and ensuring that everything was to their owner’s satisfaction.

Christine secretly hoped for a rematch of the pony race.  She hadn’t forgotten her first weekend, and the loss to Josephine.  Yet the mistresses had other ideas.  They led them to the basement, and there were two hooks in the ceiling.  The mistresses attached two sets of chains from each hook, which were then attached the wrist restraints of the slaves.  The chains were then lifted up, so that two pairs of slaves stood face to face, bodies pressed together, with their arms hoisted above them.

The mistresses then began to enjoy their bound playthings; spanking them, tickling them, squeezing their breasts, and kissing them in alternating patterns of pain and pleasure.  The mistresses enjoyed each of the slaves, allowing their hands to languish over the beautiful bodies available to them.

It was Deborah who noticed that she though it hard to tell from the expressions on the slave girl’s faces whether they were being punished or pleasured.  The other mistresses reacted with scepticism, but it did open up an opportunity for a little experiment.

The slaves were released from their hooks, and ordered to their hands and knees, all of them in a line.  A few wardrobe curtains were set-up in front of them, and the pets were ordered to peek their heads through the seams, so that their bodies remained hidden behind the curtains.  A selection of paddles, whips and other instruments of torment were set up on the table behind them.  Additionally, there were feathers, dildos and other items to pleasure their young bodies.

One chair was situated in front of the curtain, and a set of headphones were provided with music to drown out the sound of their pets.  Laura was the first mistress to take a seat, while Cassandra stepped behind the curtain.  The other mistresses stood to the side to monitor the activity, and ensure the curtain was not moved.

The game was not at all clear to the slaves who kneeled in silence looking into Laura’s eyes.  Yet the rules became somewhat clear in a moment, as Cassandra rubbed Christine’s behind and then began to use the paddle on her.  The other slaves remained motionless as their fellow slave moaned in anguish.

Cassandra finished with her pet, and moved onto Monica.  Only Monica had Cassandra’s hand massage her cunt, and fingers thrust into her vagina.  Her breasts were alternately squeezed, as the pleasure from her sex rode through her body.

Next was Caroline, still unfamiliar with the touch of the these other young woman, but not wanting to be out of place with her fellow slaves, remained silent and steady.  Feathers and dildos were used, and she was driven to an orgasm.

Lastly, Josephine received a lashing from the riding crop and gasped in anquish.

Once Cassandra had finished, the ladies made some notes and then alternated positions.  Rozina sat in the chair, and Laura stepped behind the curtain.  Each slave had her turn of either pleasure or pain, and the  pattern was never the same.  It was completely determined by the whim of the mistress behind the curtain.

When Rozina took her turn behind the curtain, each slave suffered some form of punishment.  She wanted to off set the assumptive pattern of pain and pleasure by delivering only the hard strike of a paddle.

The slave’s behinds were really aching from a mixture of pain and pleasure when Deborah stepped behind the curtain.  Yet they remained steady, allowing the last mistress to have their way with them.

When Deborah stepped from behind the curtain, the mistresses gathered to compare their notes.  The slaves, not being told to do otherwise, remained on their knees and looked on as their mistresses discussed the results.  They still were not clear of the meaning of this alteration of pain and pleasure, not that it really mattered what they thought.

The mistresses discovered much to their amazement that Deborah had been correct in her observation.  Overall, they had only been right about half the time when guessing whether the slave was being punished or pleasured.  None of the mistresses were able to guess correctly for each of the slaves, and none of the slave’s reactions was predictable amongst the mistresses.  Of  particular interest was the fact that three of the mistresses did not judge correctly the reactions of their own pet.

The mistresses had great fun comparing the results, and then decided it was time to relax in the sun.  The slaves were ordered to prepare some finger food for lunch, while the young ladies changed into their bathing suits.

The slaves found their mistresses on the back deck, laying back in the lawn chairs or swimming in the pool.  They set the assortment of sandwiches, cheeses and chopped vegetables on the table.  The ladies drinks were handed to them or set on the table. 

To Caroline’s surprise her fellow slaves had quickly eaten something as they were preparing the lunch.  She followed their lead, and would discover that this was because their mistresses gave little thought to their needs.  She strangely found this reassuring.  Being outside in the nude was somewhat unnerving as well, but she noted that her fellow slaves did not hesitate in the least and there were no other buildings nearby.

The pets were welcomed into their play, and allowed to swim or lay on the deck next to the mistresses.  Sun lotion was applied by the slaves, ensuring their mistresses bodies were well massaged and protected, in addition to their own.

The group played and relaxed like this for the remainder of the afternoon.  In the end, towelling one another off was a pleasurable release

Dinner was prepared by the slaves while their ladies changed.  Not having any clothes to wear saved lots of time.  Yet when they saw their mistresses enter the dining room in those beautiful dresses, it was an honour to be in the presence of such elegance and beauty.

The mistresses dined at the table, and set out scraps with small plates on the floor.  Their pets were expected to kneel down and eat their mistress’s feet, which of course they did promptly.

Entering the lounge after cleaning-up, the slaves found their mistresses relaxed and chatting on the sofa and chairs.  The stood before them, arms behind their backs.  Josephine spoke for them, “May we be of service mistresses?”

The young ladies eyed their prey like hungry tigresses.  What could they do now with these subtle young things?

Deborah mentioned that she still liked to watch the slaves at play with one another.  The mistresses murmured in agreement.  The slaves were ordered to clear a space in the middle so their owners could watch without impediment. 

Josephine and Christine had not forgotten their first love making on this very rug.  Yet Josephine’s attention turned to the newbie in their group, and she pulled Caroline to the ground.  Within seconds she had the girl pinned to the ground, and was sucking on those beautiful breasts.

Christine and Monique knelt hand in hand, and began to kiss; deep French kisses.  Their hands explored one another.  Monique inserted a couple fingers into her slave sister’s pussy.

Josephine turned around and climbed over the prone Caroline, and then lowered herself.  Her fellow pet needed no guidance with a wet pussy in front of her mouth.  Her tongue darted into the slit and she devoured it like a wild dog.  Josephine moaned and then lowered her head to the gaping pussy before her.  The two gripped one another’s thighs and thrust into each other.

The other pair was proceeding much slower, kneading one another’s breasts and locked in a passionate kiss.  Monique continued to finger Christine’s pussy, and then began to kiss her way down her body.  Sucking the breasts and flicking her tongue over the hardened nipples.  She kissed her way down, and Christine lay back to accommodate her.  She took long licks at the cunt that awaited her.

Their mistresses sat back and watched with delight.  They sipped their wine and kissed one another.  Deborah, excited by the action, began to stroke Rozina’s thigh.

When the arousal from Deborah’s stroking reached a peak, Rozina grabbed the nearest slave by the hair and pulled her to her cunt.  Monique took it in stride, moving from her licking of Christina to now Rozina.  Deborah was enthralled, stroking Rozina’s body and watching as the slave quickly brought her fellow mistress to orgasm.

Christine lay gasping on the floor, frustrated by the orgasm she was denied.

Her fellow slaves were having no such problem.  Josephine and Caroline were bringing each other to climax. 

Laura and Cassandra watched on, allowing their pets to fully appreciate the orgasm as their bodies tensed and then relaxed in one another’s embrace.  They then knelt down and grabbed their slaves.  Laying over each of them, they sat down on their faces.  The slaves wasted no time, servicing them immediately.

Deborah, witnessing the lone Christine kneeling on the floor, motioned to her with her finger.  Christine crawled to her, and was allowed the honour of being kissed by her mistress.  Then Deborah worked her way down her body.  Christine was ordered to stand.  Then with legs spread, her pussy was stroked and then Deborah began to lick her.  From the stimulation Monique had given, and now the honour of a mistress enjoying her body, it was not long before Christine’s legs were quivering, and she moaned in climax.

The mistresses were getting really excited.  Yet before things went too far they stopped.   The slaves were left wondering what was happening when the four ladies stood up and walked out of the room without a word.  The slaves remained kneeling, waiting for their mistresses to return.

They returned with bundles of rope.  They then proceeded to tie up their slaves.  The ropes encircled their bodies, pinching their skin, and leaving them completely immobile.  The four slaves remained still as the mistresses meticulously constrained them with the ropes.

Once they were completely helpless, and laying on the floor, the mistresses turned their attention to each other.  With their slaves watching them with envy, the young ladies proceeded to make love to one another; deep long kisses, followed by stroking of one another’s bodies, and fingers massaging their clits.  They rubbed against one another, and tasted the musky female scent of their sexes.  They moaned and purred in luxury under the watchful gaze of their pets, who watched helplessly and ached for the opportunity to pleasure their mistresses.

It was only once they were completely satiated that they released their slaves, and the group proceeded to the massive bed upstairs.  There at last the slaves were allowed to pleasure their mistresses.  And so each mistress received more orgasms from their slaves’ attention before drifting off to sleep.

Caroline was the first to awake on Sunday, and promptly awoke her slave sisters.  Per the other morning, they washed and prepared themselves with restraints, and then went to the kitchen.  The young ladies followed later to the dining room, relaxed from the morning shower.

All of them were still slightly worn out from the previous evening.  Therefore, they settled on a slower paced activity.  They all enjoyed the luxury of the pool.  The slaves remained naked and available, while their mistresses dressed in bathing suits.  The girls squealed with joy, splashed about the pool, and kissed and caressed one another.

By late afternoon they were all relaxed and sun tanned, and exhausted from slow sensual play.  They packed up their things and proceeded back to the city, content with the knowledge that they would have many more opportunities to play together.

Epilogue

Christine walked onto the university campus, and sought out her dorm room.  She was surprised to learn that she was sharing a large room slightly off campus.  This kind of privacy and space was expensive, and well beyond her budget.  Clearly there had been some mistake.  Yet should she keep her mouth shut and just enjoy the benefits of this mistake, or speak to someone in Housing?  She decided to check out the place before making a decision.

As she walked in search of her residence, she thought back to Cassandra and the others.  She had been so lucky to find such dominant and beautiful young woman who can so easily take control of her.  Now she was back to a normal student’s life.  Not only would she be away from home and friends, like most other students, but she was loosing her mistresses. 

Now what was she bound for; the dating scene, and vanilla sex with college guys.  Maybe she would get lucky and find another girl who wanted to experiment with another woman.  Certainly her behind wouldn’t get the kind of whipping it needed.

As she remembered the past year, her memories always came back to her time serving her mistresses.  That was what gave her purpose; gave her pleasure.

She had wanted to attend the same university as Cassandra.  However, when she was not admitted, she had resigned herself to their separation.  Perhaps that was a mistake.  Perhaps she should have forgone university, and moved to the same city as Cassandra; done whatever it takes to stay with her.  Yet how could she have made her parents, or others understand.

Before she could delve much further into her reflections, she found the address, and was surprised to find a small townhouse.  This was definitely a mistake.  She rang the doorbell; figuring what did she have to loose after all.

A tall, beautiful young woman, with long blond hair, opened the door.  This was promising Christine thought.  “Hello, my name is Christine.  The university housing indicated that we would be roommates.”

The other woman scrutinized her with her eyes, “you are here earlier than I expected.  Come in.”  She stepped aside to let Christine enter, and then closed the door behind them.  She directed Christine to the lounge, and walked behind her, eyeing her body.

Christine was instructed to drop her bags in the lounge.

“My name is Victoria,” her roommate extended her hand.  Christine shook the offered hand, and smiled.

Victoria then proceeded to give a brief tour, and they chatted casually, introducing themselves.  Victoria was from a well-off family, and had not been expecting a roommate in this flat until just recently.  She said she was pleased to have the company, but Christine sensed that this was a lie.  Christine noted that she had the same dominant mannerisms of the inner clique.  That, combined with her beauty, and her elegant style, all gave Christine a favourable impression.

Christine noted that Victoria’s bedroom was much larger that hers; also a good sign; it showed superiority.

The tour ended at Victoria’s bedroom.  Victoria was quick to usher them out, noting that she had not finished unpacking.  Yet out of the corner of her eye, Christine saw some handcuffs, and what may have been a paddle, on the cabinet.  She smiled appreciatively, but did not want to give away too much at this point.

It now dawned on her.  Cassandra had said she would help find her a residence.  At the time, Christine had thought it was just some friendly assistance.  But now she recognized the hidden arrangement.  Somehow Cassandra knew, or suspected, that Victoria would be just like them.

Returning to the lounge, Victoria offered some wine.  Christine, sensing this was her queue, offered to get the wine.  Agreeing, Christine disappeared into the kitchen and Victoria sat back on the couch.

To Victoria’s surprise, Christine reappeared with only 1 glass, which she handed to Victoria.  Then curling up on the couch so that she faced Victoria, being sure to keep her thighs slightly parted as she had been trained, she stared at Victoria.

It was best to alleviate the suspense she thought, and took a deep breath to gather her courage.  “Have you ever spanked a girl?”

Victoria looked at her quizzically.

“I saw the handcuffs, and what I think was a paddle on your cabinet,” she explained.

Victoria nodded.  “No I haven’t yet.”  She was uncertain how to discuss this; she had never spoken to anyone about her hidden fantasy.  She thought for a minute more, and then it occurred to her.  Her mother had made the arrangements to have a roommate join her.  The arrangement made through some family friends; no doubt some fellow socialite.  At the time she had thought it was some means of her mother regulating her; having a roommate to keep her in check.

Now she knew the truth; Christine was a gift; a servant; a plaything.  Mother’s socialite friends wanted to introduce her to the game.  She smiled broadly as the realization fully hit her.  Oh mother, ‘how can I ever thank you?’ she thought.  Of course, maybe her mother didn’t even know the full extent of the arrangement, but that didn’t matter.

Christine remained motionless, awaiting some sign or command as to how she should proceed.

Victoria turned to her, “You know, I don’t think those clothes suit you.  Take them off.”

Christine smiled, and began to strip.  Her thoughts flooded with anticipation, and her cunt now began to moisten in response.  She now had a new home and a new mistress.  Everything was going to work out fine.  She couldn’t wait for the next set of adventures to begin.

THE END