A Switch’s Beginnings

Part1

My insides were churning, fear and nervous excitement warring for control as I  paced slowly down the pavement in the direction of the club.   I’d been like this on the train down, half of me longing to get here, half of me scarred to death and thinking of getting off and heading home.  Don’t get me wrong I’m not a nervous person by nature, its just, well I’d been out of the scene, hell any scene for a long time.  I’d been interested in BDSM for a good while and I particularly liked the dominance and submission aspects of it.  After reading about it and watching it, then chatting online about it I decided that the only way to truly find out about it was by experiencing it first hand, that was why my reluctant feet were walking slow along the pavement. 

A group of people turned  out of a side street ahead of me, one or two in the type of gear I’d expected but the rest mostly dressed very normally apart from the perfusion of black.  They chatted together seemingly quite content as they made their way to up the steps to the club.  I took a deep calming breath, “control” I whispered to myself.  I straightened up and started moving forward more purposefully as I mounted the steps, “Just look as though you belong here, as though you own the place” I whispered mentally to myself, I confess I hardly even looked at the girl in the ticket booth.  The two bouncers who opened the door seemed friendly enough, then I was in. 

If I’d been expecting a scene out of Kubrick’s eyes wide shut film, I was momentarily disappointed.  A short corridor led past a cloak room and a pair of doors marked male and female, little doubt about what they were.  At the end of the corridor an archway led into a small bar area several people were sat talking and drinking, there was loud music coming from a larger room and I could make out people dancing in the flashing disco lights.  “Well” I thought “this isn’t so different to any other club I’ve been too”.  I ordered a drink from the bar and sat at a small table nearby.  I started to relax a little and look around me more, whilst most of the people were clad in fetish wear of one form or another there was a good sprinkling of black shirt/black pants or black dresses, so I did not feel very out of place.

I was about halfway down my drink with the place filling up nicely, and my fingers drumming a little tattoo on the table top when, THUMP the table jolted and over went my glass, I just about had time to twitch my leg away and avoid the worst of the spillage, then I glared upwards at the culprit and found myself looking into two of the widest, most expressive brown eyes I had ever seen,  they were also mounted onto one of the cutest little elfin faces I’d ever seen either, though I only got a glimpse before she clamped her hands over her mouth and put on the most forlorn expression.  I admit it, I’m a complete sucker for a pretty girl who can do that vulnerable lost look, and I was just about ready to get up, put my arm round her and say “Hey its only a spilled drink, no problem”, when she was seized by the ear and hoisted onto her tiptoes by a new woman who proceeded to hiss into her stretched ear, what she said I couldn’t hear but it did allow me a few seconds to gather my thoughts and take in the both of them.  The elfin faced girl had a short brown bob and was clad in a short black dress that reached her mid thigh, a pair of black high heeled shoes and a lace collar with a silver clip was about all she had on and quite probably was, as I could see no evidence of panty or bra outlined underneath.  The newcomer (her mistress, as I rightly assumed) was clad in a long skirt reaching to her ankles which like her feet, were clad in a pair of metal plated boots,  her top half was covered in a red leather corset which contrasted well with her pale arms and impressive cleavage, her blond hair swept back in a loose pony tail, her small mouth (with lipstick perfectly matching the red of the corset) hissed into her subs ear, and from the expression on that little elfin face she was promising the torments of the damned to her. 

After a few moments she released her subs ear, and the girl came closer “I’m very sorry, sir” she said, her eyes wouldn’t meet mine again though I could see little pinpricks of tears in them, then without another word she bent and started licking the drink off the table.  “On behalf of my slave, I apologise” said a stern voice in my ear, I’d been so busy watching the sub I’d forgotten the mistress, “Cathy” she said putting out her hand which I shook “Ste” I said looking up at her, for some reason I found it very difficult to make eye contact with her, indeed up close she just radiated a strange kind of power that I’d rarely experienced before, in a man or woman.  “That’s Claire, my sub” she gestured towards the cute girl.  “Claire will do anything to make up for spilling your drink” Claire’s brown eyes flickered up and she looked at her mistress anxiously “If you ordered her to strip here and now, she’d obey” Claire’s eyes flicked between me and her mistress, and I was sure I saw her mouth “amber” to her mistress.  Well I’m not the most sensitive of guys but even I can take my cue.  I forced myself to look Cathy full in the face and answered “with your permission” I laughed inwardly at the look of horror on Claire’s elfin face and in those beautiful eyes “I think I can suggest something better” .

A spasm of relief passed over Claire, then she shot another anxious look at her mistress, who studiously ignored her.  “Claire would you be kind enough to pick up these two chairs and arrange them facing each other under the window?” I asked, she glanced at Cathy who gave the merest nod and Claire immediately started moving the chairs, whilst I informed her mistress that I would get us something to drink.  I returned from the bar with a pitcher filled with  long island iced tea and a couple of glasses on a tray (it pretty much cleared out my wallet for the evening, but if this came off it would be worth it).  Cathy had seated herself in one of the chairs, whilst Claire hovered next to her.  I seated myself in the chair opposite Cathy with the drinks on my lap, “Claire we appear to require a table” I said “please kneel between us with your heels touching the wall“, with the same brief glance at her mistress as before Claire knelt, several people in the bar area were now starting to take an interest in proceedings.  “Place your hands straight out in front of you, please” I said, Claire meekly complied, I had to tear my gaze away from those huge eyes otherwise I would have relented her punishment.  I placed the tray and drinks on the back of Claire’s outstretched arms, then proceeded to chat to Cathy just small talk but completely ignoring Claire.

If you’ve never tried this one I’d recommend doing so, place a large book or a couple of encyclopaedia’s on your arms at full stretch and see how long you can hold them there, it’s a fiendishly difficult prospect as you’ll see, an old public school punishment I believe.

After a minute or so the tray was starting to vibrate and dip, Cathy lent over and whispered savagely into Claire’s ear, and with a pathetic mewling noise she struggled to hold the tray higher and steadier.  Judging the time was right I nonchalantly asked Cathy if I should pour and got a nod of confirmation, slowly I picked the jug up off the tray thus removing its weight, Claire’s gasp was audible and she began to pant with relief.  I waited for the shaking in her arms to subside then poured out the two cocktails before setting the jug back down on the tray.  Claire gave a muffled cry as the weight came back onto her arms again, before we took our glasses and sipped slowly chatting to each other and studying Claire.

God she was pretty, those toned arms and shoulders twitching and straining, her breathing in ragged gasps that caused her small high breasts to heave against the fabric of her dress, and those tanned perfect legs trying to stay rock steady against the pain that must now be starting from her knees.  “Beautiful isn’t she” said Cathy, I could only murmur an ascent watching a small trickle of sweat roll from her hair line and down her face.  Those huge eyes scrunched up tight against the fire in her shoulders.  “Top up?” asked Cathy taking the jug from the tray.  “sure”,  Claire merely gasped and let out a low moan as the pain in her shoulders started to ease a little.  Cathy refilled our glasses emptying the jug which she then replaced on the tray.  She then started questioning me at length about what I was into, how did I get into it, whether I was a Dom or sub, she positively laughed out loud when I told her it was my first time and had no real idea which of the two I might be, and all the time Claire was straining against the weight of the tray and jug.  After an half an hour or so of questions she informed me that she needed to reward her slave, and so had to go, but she wanted to know more about me and so we agreed to swap email addresses, writing them out on our makeshift table, Cathy scraping the metal of her impressive boots down the side of Claire’s leg every time the table dropped, causing the little sub to wince and hiss and try to lift her arms higher.  I left shortly after they did considerably less nervous than when I came in.

Well several months drifted by with us exchanging regular emails, we even met up twice in a small coffee shop on both occasions Claire was not with her mistress and I was left wondering if I’d imagined or over exaggerated her in my mind.  A few days after our last meeting I received the following email  “Dear Steven, After discussing you a few time’s myself and Claire have decided to invite you round for a little role-play session.  Its always been a fantasy of mine to have a harem with Claire as the courtesan who is seduced by a spy, and is passing on my governments secrets and I catch them in the act, please wear something suitable for sneaking around an empresses harem.”  There was more, her address, some notes on what the safe words would be, and a reminder to look over her and Claire’s limits as discussed via email.  Most importantly of all there was a list of five questions the answers to which neither Claire or myself were allowed to give out during the timed interrogation scene.

I drove up to the address as dusk was falling, feeling both nervous and slightly silly in my improvised “ninja” costume, I slipped through the side gate to the property as instructed, hoping the neighbourhood watch were not being vigilant, a black clad figure with his head and face wrapped in a black scarf skulking through a side gate are cause for alarm in most countries.  Anyways, I made my way around the house to the patio door and as quietly as I could, entered as instructed, and moved silently through the curtains  There I have to confess the breath caught in my throat.  Reclining on the sofa in the candlelight was Claire, clad in what looked like a belly dancers costume those huge lustrous eyes watching me as I moved across the room, I for one was positively drinking her in, the thin gauzy fabric hiding almost nothing of that wonderful lithe hard little body.  I had to admit I hoped Cathy didn’t walk in on us too soon. 

Claire sat up on the couch and motioned me to sit next to her, then swung her leg over mine and nimbly straddled me, I reached out to touch her and she put both my hands in one of hers and touched me lightly on the lips with her free hand.  “control, control” whispered a voice inside my head, admittedly it was a small voice at that moment.  Then I was staring direct into those beautiful brown eyes, the brain in my head and the brain in my prick warring for control.  “Sssshh” she whispered “can you remember your safe words?”  She had a whispery shadow like voice “Yes” I whispered back “Amber means slow down or I’m not sure about this, and red means stop right now”.  She rewarded me with a heart melting smile, then she showed me two little hand signals for the same thing “Its in case your ever gagged” she explained planting a soft lipped kiss on my mouth then her arms encircled me and pinned mine to my sides slowly rubbing her crotch over mine, well I was getting pretty well aroused by now and she pulled her face back from mine those large eyes fixed on me, then another hand was round my head and before I could move or yell a wet cloth was pressed over my mouth and nose and I was breathing in the most vile and acrid fumes.  I struggled like crazy then, but with Claire pining my arms with her whole body and someone presumably Cathy holding my head I was having a difficult time of it.  Of course the more you struggle the faster you breathe and my head was now starting to spin and those big brown eyes were holding to mine but seemed to be getting further and further away down long black tunnel’s.  I think I blacked out at this point.

Coming to was definitely worse than the blacking out, I retched and then vomited into a stainless steel bowl, someone was stroking my head murmuring and whispering softly as I spasmed in the chair.  Chair? Damned uncomfortable chair too I thought weakly, gradually the dizziness and the spasms subsided and Cathy removed the bowl from under my chin and wiped my face then held out a glass of water to me.  I tried to reach out and take it only to find that my wrists were securely bound to the chair my hands arranged palms upwards, she held the glass to my mouth whilst I gulped down water.  She looked at me with some concern “Are you alright” she said, “you took longer to come round than I anticipated”.  I coughed weakly “what the hell was that, Chloroform?” I rasped “yeah” she had the good grace to look slightly abashed, “I didn’t know you’d react to it like that” she ran the wet cloth over my face again.  “I could have bloody well told you if you’d asked” I snapped “nearly everyone reacts that way, that’s why they stopped using it as an aesthetic… too many people choked to death on it”.  Her eyes hardened for a moment “Ok” she said “I deserved that display of temper, now are you ok to continue?”  I thought for a few moments but my head was clearing rapidly now and I was becoming more aware of where I was.  “Err, I guess” I said.  I gasped and had to stifle a yell as Cathy dug her thumb into a pressure point on my chest.  She kept grinding and I was flopping like a fish in the chair “Its mistress from now on” she hissed in my ear “understand, or do I need to hurt you more?” 

“I understand… mistress” I gasped out, desperate for the pain that was radiating through my chest to stop, she took her finger away and lightly hopped onto my lap.  I gasped again as pain shot through my legs and ass and realised that the seat of the chair was covered in small rounded spikes.  Now Cathy’s bigger than Claire for sure but is not what you would term overweight, but the pressure of her was grinding me into the spikes, she planted a kiss on my face and hopped off laughing lightly.  I tried to stand and realised that my ankles where secured to the legs of the chair, and that I was totally naked, with a wriggle I tried to ease my easy myself into a more comfortable position.  Cathy moved around the room lighting a few candles, and I couldn’t help but watch her. 

I’d never taken that much notice of her in terms of appearance before, granted we’d met a few times and yeah she was sort of pretty, just not really my type you know, and well a little too intense and overpowering up close.  But she as moved around the room clad in a black leather top that covered her from her breasts to her naval at the front and had only a couple of straps securing it at the back, with what looked like a g-string with some longer gauzier pieces of fabric tucked into it, well she looked hot.  No that’s not quite right, I mean she did look hot but the precise deliberate way she walked and lit the few candles around the place made her look exactly like a predator, sort of like a tiger stalking, everything about her was lovely yet deeply disturbing.

She prowled over to me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, she plucked a crop from a side table on the way over and held it to her lips, as she glided across the carpet.  Now for those of you who don’t know me, I don’t handle pain very well, I can be a fair bit of a coward about it to, and I have very sensitive testicles (in fact it was one of the things I had included on my limits).  She slid the crop beneath my scrotum and slowly lifted it then lowered it back to the seat, then slid the crop over my cock, before making like she was going to slash it down on my balls. 

I let out a pathetic squeal and twisted as far as the chair would allow (yeah I know what your thinking “big fucking Jessie”, and that some of you would have taken that hit and begged her to do it again, well not me pal, at least not yet…).  It must have amused Cathy too, because she had to try really hard not to laugh for the next couple of seconds “You’d better start answering my questions you bastard” she finally rapped out, and raised her eyebrow.  Yup I’d almost forgotten we were here to role play.  “Where’s Claire, bitch” I retorted (see I can act tough).  SMACK Cathy lashed the crop down in a blur of speed, and I looked down appalled, then the pain hit, first it was like a wasp sting, then like someone had burned my thigh, I watched in shock as the welt started to rise up on my skin.  I was to shocked by it to yell or scream, I just panted and bit the inside of my cheek, I remember my eyes watering.  “You address me as mistress, you scum” Cathy hissed as she yanked my head up and ground the crop into my cheek.  When I didn’t reply at once she brought the crop up again “Yes mistress, mistress” I babbled “s-sorry”.  She pushed my head back into the back of the chair and stroked the crop down my side, I squirmed a little (did I mention I’m also very ticklish) “That’s better” she crooned then tapped my other thigh with the crop hard enough to make me wince “now your going to start answering some of my questions”  she tapped me again with the crop.  Sticking with the role-play as instructed I said “No mistress not until I’ve seen Claire”.  Cathy rammed my head back grabbing a handful of my hair and raised the crop as though she would strike me across the face with it, “Your in no position to dictate to me” she hissed.  “O god” I thought will she really hit me if I carry on, I screwed my eyes shut tight “I’ll answer no questions until I’ve seen Claire, mistress”.  There was a swishing noise then the crop bit into the chair back a couple of millimetres from my head, I flinched as she stroked it across my face expecting a blow any minute.  “Ok scum, its easy to be brave when its just your neck, but we’ll see what your like when I’m torturing your lover”.  She went over to the back wall of the room and swept aside a long curtain, and there was Claire spread eagled  against the wall, from the way the candle light glistened on her body I could tell she’d been covered in oil.

If there’s one thing I’ve been lucky to be blessed with in my life its perfect vision, and now I gave thanks for that.  Claire’s lithe body struggled against the restraints, her small muscles rippling beneath her oil coated skin, small high breasts quivered as she shook the hair out of her eyes.  My eyes roamed downwards over her flat stomach to her toned legs and thighs, then upwards to her shaven sex and the small mound of her pubis.  I must have moaned out loud when I saw her (probably in regret that the first part of the role-play was over so quickly).  “Yes scum” Cathy hissed “Take a good long look at her, she’ll not be so pretty when I finish with her”.  So saying she lashed the crop left and right leaving a large welt on each of Claire’s thighs, the poor girl screamed and thrashed against the restraints and I could see the glimmer of tears in her eyes. 

“Now, if your all sitting comfortably we’ll begin” said Cathy menacingly, nodding to a clock on the wall.  “Bitch” I thought to myself, I’d been under the impression that the scene had started from the moment I’d come round.  Two hours to go and the pair of us had already taken hits.  “So Claire, how long have you been selling secrets to our enemies” Cathy purred stroking the crop up and down Claire’s flanks, Claire moaned then clamped her mouth shut.  SLAP, SLAP,SLAP the crop left three stripes on Claire’s right thigh, she screamed and twisted against the restraints “P-please mistress” she started to beg tears filling her eyes.  SLAP, SLAP, SLAP again three stripes this time on her left thigh, “Please mistress” Claire hung by her arms from the restraints desperately trying to relieve the burning sensation in her thighs “It wasn’t me mistress” she sobbed “it was all him mistress, he seduced me” 

“Then what Claire” is your lover’s name?”.  This was another of the questions we could not answer on pain of what Cathy had said in her mail would be a very long and horrid punishment.  Claire hesitated then screamed as the crop caught her on her hip leaving a line from hip to buttock.  Even I winced, that had been a hard one, Claire was panting out “Ow” with every out breath, those huge eyes running with tears.  “Perhaps you need some extra time to think?” said Cathy “But while your thinking”  and with that she started producing clothes pins from a basket on the table and deftly placing them on Claire’s nipples and labia then, down each of her flanks cruelly pinching her flesh before applying each one.  “Think on this slut” Cathy hissed when she had finished “If I get no information from him, I’m going to whip those pins off you”.  Claire whimpered.

Cathy danced her way back to me, twirling the crop absently between her fingers and I couldn’t help thinking of the scene from reservoir dogs, you know the one:  Psycho + Cop + Ear, involuntarily I curled my toes up underneath my feet.  Cathy smiled at me and danced round the back of the chair, I closed my eyes and waited for what seemed like ages, it’s always the waiting, the anticipation that’s worse.  When I opened my eyes she was stood so close I started.  She held a heavy looking flogger in her hand “Scum” she said “put your head back and thrust your chest out” I looked at her uncertainly “its so I don’t hit your face or neck” she murmured under her breath “Now scum” she roared raising the flogger, I slammed my head back and stuck my chest out a little way.  SMACK the flogger slammed into my chest almost knocking my breath away, but the worst for me was the ends when they curled round to my side with a sharp sting.  “How long have you been fucking my lover?” Cathy rasped.  SMACK the flogger slammed against me again, and she repeated the question.  SMACK this time I let out a yell as one of the tails caught me under the arm, “You’d love to really fuck Claire, wouldn’t you?”  Hold on I thought that one wasn’t one of the ones I couldn’t answer.  SMACK I gasped and looked down at my chest as it started to turn bright red “I…Erm” SMACK I yelled again “You’d want her to ride you like the little whore she is” Cathy rasped SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK she started beating my chest faster and faster, as I yelled and tried to twist away.

Then she jumped into my lap her knees grinding into my thighs, pushing my ass into the rounded spikes of the chair,  oh god it hurt, I was panting and moaning.  Then she pulled the top of her dress down exposing her white breasts with startling rouged nipples “You want her to fuck you like this” she said still grinding my thighs and ass into the spikes “Scum, suck my nipples like you would suck your whore over there” and she grabbed my hair and pulled my head onto her breast.  I sucked her nipple into my mouth flickering my tongue over it and then grazing it gently with my teeth, Cathy let out a small gasp and started grinding me harder into the chair I wanted to scream in pain but concentrated on licking and sucking, she moaned again.  “Your so good to Claire” she crooned “has she been getting it like this these last six months?”  So help me I was so distracted that I nearly blurted out a yes but managed to stifle it with her tit, she pulled her breasts away and hopped off my lap, she looked angry that I hadn’t blabbed, I squirmed desperately trying to get the blood back into my legs by assuming a half standing posture by leaning right back in the chair.  I roared as Cathy bent the fingers of my right hand back over the arm of the chair and secured them in place with tape.  Now when I sat back down my fingers where bent back severely and after a few minutes I had to assume a half standing position to relieve the cramp in them, but this put all my weight on my thigh muscle’s which were soon shaking from the strain forcing me to sit back down again and take the pain in my fingers, until I had to relive them by standing.  Throughout all of this Cathy just watched me an evil grin on her face.

“If you tell me your name spy I’ll release you from this torment” she purred, for a moment I was tempted, then I thought of what she would do to me as punishment if I caved in.  I moaned and shook my head.  She shrugged and picking up the flogger she danced back over to Claire, who was watching proceedings with those big brown eyes.  I saw her shiver as her mistress approached.  “Right Claire” she said brightly “You know what’s going to happen so lets get started”.  Claire flinched, those big brown eyes held such a mute appeal for mercy, that I swear I’d have stopped there and then, wrapped her in cotton wool and tucked her in bed with nothing more than a goodnight kiss.  That venerable lost look just makes me melt, and want to protect girls like that.

SMACK the blow took four of the pins off Claire’s left flank, Cathy it seems is made of much sterner stuff than I.  The poor girl gasped and shook as another blow whipped another couple of pins off, and she hissed as the circulation started to return writhing against the restraints.  “His name Claire” she crooned “that’s all I need, just a name”.   Claire moaned and shook her head.  SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, Cathy’s blows where landing all over Claire now whipping the pins off her flanks before moving upward and slamming that heavy flogger into her breasts.  If I remember rightly she started with the left and then moved to the right.  What I do remember clearly is that Claire’s small breasts were bright red by the time Cathy started to whip the pins from off her sex, and that Claire just stood there sobbing until she was finished. 

Then Cathy very tenderly started to kiss her softly all over starting at her neck and slowly moving down.  Claire’s sobbing slowed and she started to relax in the restraints, her eyes closed as Cathy knelt before her leaving a trail of little kisses across her bikini line, Cathy’s long finger nails slowly grazed upwards from Claire’s hips causing her to shiver, then they traced lazy circles around her breasts causing her nipples to harden, before descending by grazing their way down her back and over her buttocks and the back of her thighs.  Claire slowly pushed her hips forward silently offering her sex to her mistress. Cathy leaned forwards and began to kiss her slit, Claire rocked silently in the restraints.  It was at that point I noticed Cathy had picked up one of the clothes pins from the floor, and before I could shout a warning to Claire, Cathy spread her lips and then planted the pin on her clit. 

The effect was immediate and devastating, Claire’s hips bucked frantically and she let out a long high scream.  Her eyes opened wide in shock and pain, and she pulled and twisted against the restraints in a futile attempt to remove the source of her torture.  Cathy stood up and held her in a hug stroking her face and whispering to her, gradually she calmed but I could see her toes curling and un-curling as Cathy stepped away from her and she kept her eyes screwed up tight.

Once more Cathy swayed and danced across the room towards me picking up the crop with a flourish.  Her eyes never once left mine as she slowly started to beat my outstretched palm with the crop each hit getting harder.  I forced myself to look her right in the eye taking up her challenge, within moments I was biting my lip, another few moments and my fingers and palm where just a ball of fire.  With a moan of shame I broke eye contact and knowing that she was smiling in triumph, I couldn’t bring myself to look into her face.  Then I felt cool lips kissing my palm and I gasped in relief as Cathy tore away the tape pinning my fingers, it hurt even more when I tried to close my hand into a fist.  I tried to blink away the tears and saw Cathy bringing the basket of clothes pins over.  I gasped out “amber” as she drew my scrotum towards her, she looked me in the eye for a moment “Trust me”. 

She slowly applied one of the clothespins to my scrotum.  I tensed waiting for the pain, which never arrived.  Sure it was an odd sensation but not really painful, not like the crop had been.  Her eyes never left my face as she started decorating my groin and scrotum with pins, the last of which she placed on my foreskin, that one hurt more than the others but not as bad as getting my cock caught in my zip.  She planted a kiss on my lips, then glanced at the clock on the wall and a frown of annoyance crossed her face.  I looked too, wow only twenty five minutes to go.

“Looks as though I’m going to have to get dirty now” Cathy whispered to me, and sauntered back over to Claire.  She reached her hand between Claire’s legs and opened the clothespin, once again Claire screamed her hips bucking wildly as the circulation started to return to her clit.  I remember reading somewhere that there are as many tiny nerve endings in that small bud as there are in a mans entire cock.  I can’t say I envied Claire at that moment.  Cathy waited a couple of minutes for Claire to calm down then started to plug something into the mains. 

When she stood up she was holding a wand in front Claire’s face.  Cathy turned to face me, slipping an arm around Claire’s waist.  She must have caught my puzzled look for she smiled at me as she drew the wand across Claire’s taught belly “Claire here is a complete cumslut, once you take her to the edge she can’t hold back”.  She grazed her front teeth over Claire’s hipbone “Aren’t you darling?” she purred.  “Yes mistress” 

“You can’t stand not cumming, can you my little slut?”

“Please mistress” Claire’s voice was different now “This isn’t playing fair, you know I can’t stand it”.  Cathy laughed and as a response applied the wand to Claire’s clit, for a few moments Claire just stood stock still, eyes screwed up, biting her lip.  Then her toes started to clench and unclench and she tried to push her hips back and squirm away from the wand, but Cathy kept her free arm wrapped round Claire’s waist, forcing her clit onto the wand.  I could see every muscle in Claire’s body clenching and straining against the restraints, then she started to moan deep within her chest, after a couple of minutes she was writhing, her legs starting to twitch and shake and I got the impression that there was about to be a pretty spectacular explosion.  Instead Cathy removed the wand. 

There was a gasp, then a scream of outrage from Claire.  “please mistress, please”

“Are you begging me not to stop slut?”

“Yes mistress please, please don’t stop mistress”

“what does my little cumslut want?”

“she wants to cum mistress, oh god please let her cum mistress”

“then tell me your lover’s name, slut, and how long you’ve been passing him our secrets” Claire moaned and shook her head a little, biting on her lip and pleading with her eyes.  Cathy tutted and applied the wand again. 

Once more Claire started to squirm and then buck wildly, I saw her tense and immediately the wand was removed.  Once again she let out a howl of outrage and stared full into Cathy’s face her voice was different again now and I could tell she was no longer playing “Please Cath, please, please, please, you’ve got to let me finish, please, I love you so much, please let me cum mistress”.  Cathy applied the wand again and once again removed it as Claire neared the explosion she longed for.  “What’s your lovers name Claire, tell me and I’ll let you come”

Claire moaned and Cathy started applying and removing the wand for a second or so at a time.  Then she pressed the wand on hard and Claire rocked and screamed, then as she started to take the wand away Claire screamed out “Steven, its Steven please mistress”.  Cathy held the wand against her as Claire bucked hard against it crying and moaning and I saw her juices escaping her sex and running down her inner thighs as she slumped against the restraints.  Cathy moved quickly to hold her up and unclip her from the restraints lowering her down against the wall.

Then Cathy looked at the clock, so did I, still four minutes left, damn.  Cathy smiled as she ambled over to me. Slowly and deliberately she started removing the clothespins, I gave a little gasp as each one came off and the circulation started to return, then she unfastened the wrist and ankle restraints, I was surprised that I needed her to help me stand.  My bottom and thighs where numb after over two hours in that chair and she helped me walk over to where Claire was sitting wide eyed against the wall. 

“Well slave, you failed your task, you know what to do”.  Claire obediently got up and crawled away from the wall then she lay back spreading her legs and Cathy walked me between them so I was standing over that oiled and beaten body.  “Begin my little cumslut” and Claire began to masturbate in front of me, I squeaked in surprise as Cathy reached around me and started to expertly masturbate me.  “Claire doesn’t really like men that much” whispered Cathy in my ear “Debasing herself in front of you is so humiliating for her, but a punishment must be given  for her failure, so I want you to cum all over her”.  

Then Cathy began talking dirty, whispering filth into my ear.  I’d love to say that I stood there long enough to make Cathy’s arms ache but I’m afraid a few minutes and it was all over and Claire’s lithe body was covered with my hot sticky strands.  “Enough slave, you may go and shower” said Cathy dismissing the vision in front of me.  “Well Ste we have made a beginning this night but there is much work for you to do in the future, do you wish to continue exploring?”

A switches tale

Part2

I woke late the following morning.  I’d driven home in the small hours from Cathy and Claire’s place.  Cathy had invited me to stay over, she was worried about me being too tired and zoned out to drive once we had finished the scene.  I had very politely refused, I needed to get away and sort my own thoughts out.  I’d spent the night turning things over in my mind and wondering where the hell this was taking me.   What was I becoming?  I fell asleep as the sun was coming up still no nearer an answer.

I took a shower to clear my head and winced at the long thin mark from the crop on my thigh, it felt bruised, that and an aching chest like I’d done a session in the gym, were the only physical problems from the night before.  I padded down stairs in my robe and flip-flops and flicked on the computer, five messages in my inbox, all from Cathy. 

“Sod that,” I thought. “I’ll deal with them later,” and went through to make breakfast.  I was just buttering toast when the inbox chimed again.

I stormed back through, intent on turning the thing off (another thing about me is I’m incredibly grumpy on four hours sleep), but paused, the message was from Claire.   Ok I know, Claire’s someone’s live in sub, and Cathy had hinted that she wasn’t into men anyway, but sometimes we men just want the things we can’t have.  I clicked the open button.

“Please, please call or mail us, Cathy’s in a fearful state.  There was an accident on the A14 last night; the driver of a blue estate car was killed.  We’re so worried; if it’s not you please call”.  She left a mobile number as well.

You can pretty much imagine how I felt, toast halfway to my mouth.  Well what can you do?  I picked up the phone and called them

“Hi its Ste,” I said as a female voice answered.  I pulled the phone away from my ear nearly deafened by the piercing shriek from the other end.  I couldn’t resist grinning stupidly to myself as I heard Claire babbling excitedly to Cathy on the other end. 

Then Cathy spoke. “Ste, you bastard, you had us worried sick.  We heard about the accident on the radio when we were clearing up, I’ve mailed you five times since then”.  Her tirade lasted a full five minutes; I kept quiet with just the odd “err” and “um” thrown in.  I doubted she took a breath throughout.

When Cathy finally stopped I simply said “Sorry Mistress”, not sure why I said it.  I was still very much unsure of the whole thing, but it seemed like the best thing to say at the time.   Anyway it seemed to placate her. 

After a few more minutes of small talk I heard a door close in the background then Cathy whispered, “Look Ste, me and Claire did a fair bit of discussing last night after you’d gone, and well… Claire’s had a problem with men for a while, trust issues, you know?”

In fairness I didn’t know, a bad break up? A violent relationship?  Abusive father?

“Ok,” I said. “So you don’t want me to play anymore, fine not a problem.” It was though, and I don’t think I kept the hurt out of my voice very well either. 

“Oh Ste,” Cathy sounded exasperated. “If Claire or I didn’t want to help you explore then we wouldn’t have invited you in the first place, so pull your neck in and listen.   What I really want is to try and push Claire a little bit more; do you think you would be up to helping me?” 

“Errm Cathy I don’t know. I mean I’m not sure about using some of the stuff you did last night, I wouldn’t want her to get hurt.”

“Ste that’s sweet, but you’d be under my supervision at all times, and there’s no way I’d let you hit her anyway.  I mean for you to torture her sure, but by denying her orgasm.”

“Oh you mean like you did with the vibrator last night?”

“It’s a wand Steve, a vibe is a bit different.  But essentially, yes.  I’ll show you how to tie her in different ways as well, think of it as more a demo session rather than a full on scene…”

Well that didn’t sound so bad, add to the fact I was feeling a little guilty, so I agreed that we’d meet up at the weekend and yes I’d bring my toothbrush and stuff with me.  Cathy insisted that I stay over and we space it out over the full weekend.  Needless to say my week in work passed slowly.

Six days later I was knocking on the front door.  Cathy answered wearing a robe,

“Sorry I’m a little early, there wasn’t much traffic”.  She frowned slightly. 

“I brought breakfast,” her frown didn’t falter in the slightest. “Warm bagels, with an assortment of spreads….” 

My voice tailed off as Cathy closed the door in my face.  She kept me on the doorstep with the bagels for a full ten minutes until exactly nine thirty. 

“Steve,” she said in mock surprise as she opened the door. “Come in darling,” and she pecked me on the cheek as she ushered me inside. 

I can’t help myself sometimes, and keeping my voice deadpan I said, “I brought breakfast… cold bagels, with an assortment of spreads”.  I thought I saw her top lip flicker upwards for a tiny second.

The living room was much changed from the previous Saturday no sign of the chair I’d been strapped in and hanging from the wall where Claire had been was an ornate mirror with candle sconces surrounding it.  As I looked closer I could see the brackets were far heavier than they needed to be for supporting the sconces. 

“Please have a seat.” Cathy gestured to the kitchen area and we sat at the breakfast bar.  I started putting the bagels onto plates, and Claire trotted into the room in a white robe, her hair wet.  “All bathed and shaved, my little one?”

“Yes mistress,” said Claire kneeling at Cathy’s feet. “If it pleases Mistress might I be allowed breakfast?”

“You will have to ask Ste, and personally Ste, I’d not let her have one mouthful the way she’s behaved the past few days.”

Well Claire shuffled over to me on her knees hands held out imploringly, then turned that elfin face towards me and gave me the full effect of those eyes of hers.  I’ve talked enough about what effect they have on me, suffice it to say that she got her bagel and about half of mine as well.

When she had finished she kept glancing up at her mistress giving her a cheeky smile every time Cathy frowned at her.  Even I could tell she was being deliberately provocative it wasn’t something I’d have fancied trying with Cathy.  Maybe that led to what happened later, but I doubt if even Cathy was that cruel.

Once the breakfast plates had been cleared, Cathy led me through a side door off the kitchen.  “Here’s the playroom,” she said with a smile opening a thick door. “When we had the extension put on, we asked the builders to put some soundproofing in, told them it was going to be a music room!”

I have to say I was impressed.  The long room contained a Saint Andrews cross mounted on the far wall with a contraption like a builders “A” frame near it.  I later learned that this was a wooden pony.  Stacker boxes held bundles of rope plus assorted collars, and restraints.  A brightly painted toy-box was pushed into one corner, several whips crops, and floggers, hung on the walls. Hooks were placed in both the ceiling and the floor with small pulleys attached.  As I turned around I saw behind the door the chair I’d been in last weekend, it was a heavy wooden chair that you of a kind you might see in a garden centre.  The seat had been studded with heavy brass studs and metal rings attached to the arms and legs.

“You like?” asked Cathy when I’d stopped staring.

“Not really,” I said warily, eying the chair.  Cathy laughed.

“We saw a chair like it in a medieval torture chamber when we went on holiday, last summer.”

“Holidaying in a torture chamber? Whatever next.”  I was rewarded with a punch on the arm.

“Steve you’re an arse,” Cathy laughed.  I grinned at her.  Claire entered the room and looking me full in the face, shrugged out of the robe and stood completely naked in front of us.  I almost choked.  Her body was better than I remembered it.  Better even than when I had seen it in my dreams, and I’d had a few of those over the past week.  She had a couple of small moles near her right breast, but even those only served to enhance her beauty.  Her body was firm and tanned and she looked at me with those eyes…

“Put your tongue back in Ste,” said Cathy. “She’s just trying to dazzle you.” 

I closed my mouth; in fairness Claire was doing a good job of it.  She pouted sulkily at her mistress, and Cathy’s face flickered in annoyance.  I got a sense of tension between the two of them. 

“Right, shall we start then?” Cathy said brightly.  

I cleared my throat and nodded, Claire rolled her eyes as if she was bored.  Cathy led me over to a small green box mounted on the wall beside the floggers and whips.  I was thinking that this would be the place she stored her wand, but the contents were much more mundane. 

“I trust you’re familiar with the principles of first aid?”  Cathy enquired.

“Umm yeah,” I’d had to do regular first aid courses for my job. 

Cathy sorted through some of the contents, all fairly standard apart from a pair of very oddly shaped forceps, and a pair of large paramedic shears.  She must have seen me eying them because she proceeded to explain,

“I’m going to be showing you some of the basic rope ties today Ste and it’s very important you know where the shears are kept in case you need to get someone out of the rope in a hurry.”

“Uh huh” I said. “That makes sense, but what are they?”  I pointed at the odd looking forceps.

“Oh they’re called Magills forceps, doctors use them to retrieve foreign bodies usually from people’s throats” Cathy paused.

“Oh,” I said, and then “OH!” As I pictured where objects may have to be retrieved from. 

Cathy smiled at the look on my face, and nodded before draping an arm around my shoulders, and leading me back to Claire.

“Well slave?” Cathy barked “Get your ropes out.”

“Yes mistress,” Claire’s eyes were lowered and she slipped instantly into the model submissive, quickly she crossed the room and brought back a selection of ropes of different colours.

“Hand’s out in front slave, wrists together.”  Claire obeyed instantly, and Cathy slowly started looping a length of rope around her wrists.  “Watch closely, Steve.” 

Cathy started to talk me through what she was doing; explaining where to put the ropes, how to tie a cinch loop, and how to place the knots so they remained out of the reach of the submissive’s fingers or teeth.  When she was done she looked at me with a crooked smile.

“Steve,” she purred. “Do you fancy playing a little game?”

I groaned inwardly, I should have guessed that Cathy would not just want an observer.  Against my better judgment I nodded.

“Take your shirt off Steve, and put it with Claire’s robe.” 

“Yes mistress.”  I obeyed and when I returned to Cathy she was holding a slender object that looked like the type of lighter that you might use to light a stove from a distance.  I eyed it warily as Cathy stroked it over Claire’s breast and down her flank.  I could see Claire trying not to flinch back from it.   Cathy moved towards me and stroked the object over my chest and then over my bicep. 

CRACK, I jumped back around a foot, yelling “Fuck!” at the top of my voice.  My arm tingled at the memory of the static shock the thing had just delivered. 

Cathy grinned at me and stroked the object over Claire’s breasts again. “Please mistress,”  I heard her whimper. 

Cathy smiled at Claire and then at me, and then started to undo the knots at Claire’s wrists.  When she was done, she tossed the rope to me. 

“Right Steve, you’re going to tie Claire’s wrists like I just did.  If Claire gets free, I’m going to shock you.” 

Cathy looked at Claire “If you don’t try hard enough to get free, then I’m going to shock you, clear?”  Claire nodded.

Once more Claire held her wrists out, and I tried to remember everything Cathy had told me as I bound them together.  Unfortunately I must have been too gentle as it did not take Claire more than a couple of moments to slip her hand through one of my loops, sliding the knot round slightly so she could loosen it with her teeth, grinning at me she slid out of it. 

“Hands behind your back please Steve.”  Groaning I did as I was told, and closed my eyes, as Cathy stroked the cold metal over my lips.  I gasped in surprise as Cathy’s lips followed the metal, and opened my eyes.

Crack, Crack, Crack.  Cursing, my hands moved to protect my chest as Cathy tapped it with the shock stick.  Cathy stepped back, glaring at me.  I meekly lowered my head and put my arms behind my back,

“Sorry Cath…mistress,” I muttered, and shuddered as Cathy advanced towards me, and stroked the shocker up my leg and over my stomach.

“Try again, please.” Cathy indicated the rope, and unbelievably didn’t shock me again.  I picked up the rope and very carefully tied Claire’s hands, before stepping back.  This time the knot was much more carefully placed towards her elbows, and try as she might she couldn’t quite get the knot into her mouth.  Cathy watched her grinning nastily as Claire’s struggling and twisting grew more frantic, and then she advanced towards her with waving the shock stick. 

“Arms above your head slave.” Claire whimpered and bit her lip, but did as she was told.  I heard her gasp as Cathy placed the shocker directly on her nipple.  “One here?” Cathy asked. “Or four in different parts?” Cathy stroked the shock stick over Claire’s belly and pubis.

Claire thought for a few moments before looking at Cathy, her whisper was only just audible. “One please mistress.” 

Cathy slowly and deliberately placed the tip of the shocker on the tip of Claire’s nipple; she waited for what seemed like an age, the only sound that of Claire’s ragged breathing.  CRACK, I was sure I saw a spark leap from the shocker to Claire’s nipple, and then she screamed and jumped back, her eyes filling with tears.  Cathy’s arms went round her and she kissed Claire on the forehead and then the lips, hushing and soothing her.

Once Claire had calmed down Cathy led her over to the wooden pony, and bent her over it.  She motioned me over, and then set about showing me how to secure Claire’s ankles to the pony’s legs.  All the time she kept up a constant commentary on safety, checking that Claire was ok, and her feet weren’t becoming numb.  Claire answering respectfully whilst staying in role.  After which she let me practice tying Claire’s ankles, to either the legs or the eyebolts attached to them, prompting me with glances or single words when I forgot to check if Claire was alright at various points. 

I’m pleased to say I seemed to have an aptitude for tying people up and Cathy seemed delighted with my progress.  She started to show me a few different ties and by the time we stopped for lunch poor Claire was almost completely immobilized.  I carried her to the dining room and sat her in a chair.  Claire glared at us both furiously as we took it in turns to feed her dinner, Cathy making baby noises to her all the while, whilst Claire struggled and fidgeted.  I had to grab her once to stop her falling off the chair.

Once dinner was over we untied Claire and went back to the play room.  Here Cathy had me tie Claire’s hands in front of her again, before running a rope through one of the ceiling pulleys and tying it off so it held Claire’s arms above her head.  She then instructed me to spread her legs and tie Claire’s ankles to eyebolts set into the floor.  When this was done Cathy produced a piece of paper, and proceeded to read out a list of Claire’s “crimes” for the past week.  During all of this Claire eyed Cathy defiantly.  It was only when Cathy smiled at her that Claire’s look faltered slightly. 

“So slave, to conclude you’ve been a perfect brat this week, and the sentence will be carried out by Steve”.  Claire’s eyes flickered slightly between me and Cathy, realising that we had cooked something up between us.  “Your sentence, is several hours of constant edging.”

“No Cathy, please…You know I can’t stand it.” Claire’s face looked desperate “Please mistress, I held out as long as I could last week for Steve and you.  Don’t make me do this.”  Claire certainly sounded serious now.

“You see Steve, you can beat this little slut until you wear your hands out, you can threaten her with clamps or the shocker, and she’ll take it all, but just threaten her with not cumming during a scene and she’s petrified.”  With that Cathy went to the toy box and pulled out the wand, she plugged it into a nearby outlet, before demonstrating the controls to me.

“Observe closely please Steve.” 

Cathy positioned herself behind Claire, jamming her hip into Claire’s ass so she could not move backwards and also forcing Claire’s hips forwards. 

“Then you spread her, ever so gently and locate her clit with your finger, the place the wand right on it”  Once the wand was in position Cathy braced the hand holding it firmly against Claire’s thigh to keep it locked in position.  Cathy took her other hand from Claire’s sex and turned it on at its lowest setting.

“Please no mistress, don’t do this.”  Claire started to beg. “Let me do something else to make it up, I’m sorry, really sorry.” Claire’s pelvis started to circle slightly, and Cathy turned the wand up a few notches, Claire’s breathing picked up.  Cathy smiled at me, as Claire continued to gyrate her hips on the wand. 

“It took me quite a while to learn all of Claire’s tells, Steve.  To do this properly you need to know your sub inside out.  It took me a good few months of experimenting to work out when this devious bitch was going to cum.” 

Claire moaned again, I was fascinated by the way her abdominal muscles seemed to ripple underneath the skin.  Her breathing started to come in little gasps and I noticed her toes trying to grip the floor.  Cathy whisked the wand away as Claire’s biceps tensed as she pulled on the rope. 

Claire screamed in frustration as Cathy removed the wand “Please mistress,” she gasped. Don’t, I need to cum, please”

“Oh there’s so many toys Steve and I are going to use, all afternoon, if you please both of us we might allow it later…” Cathy crooned, before reapplying the wand. 

Claire shuddered and moaned and then went rigid, tensing against the ropes not making a sound.  Cathy looked at me and mouthed “three, two, one” before pulling the wand away again.  Claire let out a deep low growl in her throat, before sagging against the ropes. 

“In a few more minutes Steve, you’ll hear what a foul little mouth this slave has.  In half an hour we’ll be in uncharted territory.”

Claire opened her eyes and bit her lip, looking at me.  “Steve, you like me don’t you?  Please ask mistress to not do this Steve.”  She gave me the full effect of those beautiful eyes.  Which faltered as Cathy applied the wand again, with a warning glance at me. 

“Sorry Claire, I don’t think that Cathy would listen to me on this.”  I shrugged apologetically.   Claire grunted and moaned trying to rub herself over the wand, desperate to get a release.  I saw her become slightly still and tense, and Cathy expertly moved the wand away. 

“FUCK!” Claire screamed, there were genuine tears starting in her eyes now. “Please mistress let me fucking cum, fuck shit please let me cum”

Cathy said nothing but started pressing the wand on her clit for a few seconds before removing it.  Claire thrashed against the ropes gasping, each gasp a swear word, those lithe little muscles straining against their bonds and some of the veins in her face and neck standing out. 

“You see Steve, we’re getting into uncharted territory now.” Cathy crooned.  I nodded back dutifully.  Claire’s eyes locked on to mine as though she had forgotten about me until then. 

“STEVE!” She screamed out as Cathy removed the wand. “You fucking pussy, fucking tell her to let me fucking cum.”

Well I have to confess that while innocent eyes and a beautiful request is likely to get you absolutely anywhere with me.  Swearing at me and name calling produces the opposite effect.  I saw Cathy eyeing me with concern, so I must have tensed up for a moment.  I physically took a deep calming breath and relaxed, smiling at Claire. 

“Perhaps you’d like to take over for a bit Steve?” Cathy proffered the wand handle to me.  I smiled slowly and nodded. “Yes mistress that would please me.”

I changed position with Cathy, but as I was a fair bit heavier I thrust Claire out a bit further against the rope’s.  She was pushed onto her tiptoes, which made her struggles even less effective as I located her clit and applied the wand, moving it in a small circle.  Claire gasped then screamed as after three circles I pulled the wand away.  I kept up the pattern for a good while and Claire was shaking, gasping and screaming obscenities. 

“Wow Steve you are on form today, darling, first the ropes, then this.”  Cathy beamed at me

“Thank you Mistress.”

Then Cathy lay down on the floor in front of Claire and slipped her hand inside her pants.  “I’m loving this, slave,”  She called up to Claire. “I’m going to cum right in front of you and take pleasure from knowing you’re not going to cum.”

Claire screamed in rage and frustration as Cathy with a small smile on her lips, closed her eyes and started moving her fingers under the material.  I just kept up the same pattern as before.  I applied a little lube to the wand every now and then to make sure Claire didn’t get too sore.

After half an hour my hand started to ache slightly, as with a small gasp Cathy finally reached orgasm.  She took her wet fingers out of her pants and standing, placed them in Claire’s gasping mouth. 

“That’s what it tastes like to cum slave.” Cathy said rubbing her fingers in Claire’s mouth and then over her face.  I reapplied the wand at that point bringing out a long drawn out

“Pleeeeeease” from Claire, She was sobbing against the ropes now barley able to support herself and sounding a little hoarse from screaming and begging.

Just then Cathy’s phone rang; she motioned for silence and answered it, a small frown on her face.  Then she turned to us. “I’ve got to nip out for twenty minutes or so, Steve please continue.” and with that she was out of the door.  

“Nooooo” screamed Claire as I applied the wand again.  “NO NO NO, Steve you fuck, RED RED” She screamed at me.  I jumped; red was an instant stop the scene I’m not alright. 

I fumbled with the first knot, then just went for the paramedic shears and snipped through the ropes.  Claire was just repeating red, red, red, over and over.  I snipped through the last rope at Claire’s ankle.  Then my head was snapped back, by a kick to the face that sent me reeling into the wall.  Claire flew behind the wooden pony and picked up a small baseball bat from the shelf, holding it out in front of her, her wild eyes never leaving mine.

My lip was dripping blood onto my chest as I watched her. “Claire,” I called softly and gently “It’s ok love.” I put my hands out palms up to show I meant no harm.  Claire’s eyes seemed very far away as she sobbed bringing the bat up ready for a downward swing. 

I started backing away towards the door “It’s ok Claire, I’m going out the door now, we’ll just wait for Cathy.”  I slid sideways through the door as Claire sobbed behind the pony.  I gasped with relief as the door closed behind me.  I used some kitchen roll to mop up my lip then sat in the living room watching the door to the play room intensely.  Even small girls with baseball bats can scare the crap out of me.

“Steve, what the fuck?”

I hadn’t noticed Cathy coming in as I was watching the door.  “Where’s Claire?”

“In there,” I said pointing to the door. “What the hell was the matter with her?”

“Shit,” Cathy cursed. “Later Steve,” she said as I was about to demand an explanation. 

Cathy called through the door then slipped inside, I heard a couple of shushing noises from Cathy and sobbing from Claire.  Lacking anything better to do I put the kettle on.  About halfway through making tea I noticed that my hands were shaking.

I waited in the kitchen, wincing as the tea stung my cut lip, and trying not to think too much.  Presently I heard the door to the playroom open then footsteps on the hall stairs.  Then silence for a while, the tea in the pot was stone cold by the time I got up.  I boiled the kettle again while I washed up.  I listened to the kitchen clock ticking whilst sipping a second cup.

“Ste,” a very small voice, I glanced up surprised to see Cathy standing there biting her lip.

“Errmm, Cathy” I replied warily.  She crossed the floor towards me and I could see tracks on her face where her mascara had run. 

“Steve, I’m so sorry I should…” She started sobbing.  Instinctively I reached out and pulled her into my arms.  I don’t know who was more surprised me for the fact that I did it, or me for the fact Cathy let me. 

I held her for a good fifteen to twenty minutes just letting her sob onto my shoulder and making soothing noises to her.  I have to say that it was almost as unnerving as when Claire had turned on me before.  The unshakeable ice maiden that was always in control coming apart on my shoulder was scary.  At last she settled down and pulled away from me.

“Any chance of a tea steve?” Her voice was getting back to normal though her breath still shuddered occasionally. 

“Sure,” I started to fix the tea things as Cathy rinsed her face and dried it on the tea towel. 

“Sorry Steve, I must look like a complete mess, I haven’t cried that much for a long time.”

I made small noncommittal hums whilst I poured fresh tea, and then we sat at the table together. 

Cathy sipped her tea, and then looked at me with her red rimmed eyes.  “Steve” she paused, and bit her lip before swallowing.  “Claire was fourteen when it happened; she took a shortcut home from school through some waste ground.” 

She choked back a sob tears welling up in her eyes again “They raped her Steve, four of them, they held her down and took turns…” her voice tailed off into sobbing.  I just held her.  What can you say to that?

“I shouldn’t have left her alone with you, she said she would try but I shouldn’t have.”

I knew I should be angry with Cathy but I felt drained by these revelations.  I just kept my arm round her until she rallied. 

“You’re the first man she’s ever talked about without contempt Steve, other than her dad.”

“How is she now?”  I asked in a flat monotone.

“She’s sleeping, Ste.  She’s had flashbacks and nightmares before about the incident, and sometimes needs sleepers.  I’ve given her two and tucked her up, waited until she was sleeping.”  Cathy fought for control for a moment and went on.

“She had one the first night we met you in the club, but in it you where the one who found her after the thing… had happened, and you helped her get home.  She took it as an omen that you where a nice guy…”

I grunted; “Maybe I should have been quicker getting her free after she said the safe word.” I shrugged. 

Cathy put her arm round my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek.  “Don’t be an ass Steve, Claire told me you got to her as quick as anyone could, she’s really upset about that as well.”

“She shouldn’t be upset; she was just frightened when you left, any way I should get going.  I’m sure one day of me is all you or she needs to handle.”

I got up to leave, but Cathy gripped my hand

“Please Steve” she had tears in her eyes, and was biting her bottom lip.  “Stay tonight. I, I really need someone… to talk to.”

Yes, I know what you are thinking dear reader, but that’s one part of this tale I shall not be telling you about…

Chapter 3

I kept my eyes closed against the morning light; I was warm and comfortable and really did not wish to wake up just yet.  I felt a silky thigh brush over my hips, as an arm brushing over my chest raised goose bumps over my arms and shoulders. 

“Hummm Cathy” I thought turning into the embrace.

I felt the arm and leg stiffen as I turned towards them.  Puzzled I opened my eyes, blinking, and found myself looking into Claire’s wide and frightened eyes.  I confess I jumped.  “Shhhh” whispered Claire, her lower lip trembling.

“What the hell” I stammered “I mean” I was thoroughly confused

“Cathy sent me” she whispered.  I could feel her trembling against me, and after yesterday I knew why.

 

“But that’s…” I tailed off I was going to say obscene, horrible, or words like that, but caught Claire’s warning look.  I realized that Cathy must not be that far away.

“Mistress knows what I need Steve” she said in a low voice.

  I could feel her lithe naked body pressed against mine.  It was most uncomfortable and arousing at the same time.  I immediately felt guilty for feeling aroused, knowing what this was doing to Claire.

“She promised me a pleasure day if I got into bed with you”

“A pleasure day?” I frowned.

Claire relaxed slightly as I made no move to turn towards her or hold her. 

“Yes it’s a day where I get to do everything that pleases me.”  I couldn’t help but feel Claire was just a little bit smug that she was in bed with a naked man, and that she could claim a reward.

“Well done little one” Cathy entered the room clapping slowly.

Whatever had happened between us last night was now clearly over.  She was obviously in total Domme mode.  Her bright red leather corset with matching lipstick, long clingy PVC leather skirt split up to the top of her thighs, revealing elaborately buckled knee high boots.  Her red hair was scraped back into a tight ponytail.

I gulped, wondering what I might be in for today.

Cathy sat on the bed, watching Claire and I intently.  “Well little one…what do you want to do today?”

Claire screwed up her little face, thinking hard.  “Well” She grinned at me. 

I was beginning to get the feeling I was going to be well and truly done over.  Cathy smiled indulgently at Claire.

“Can we put the collar and lead on Steve, please mistress” Claire turned those eyes on her mistress. 

“And make him my slave for the day?  Please, please, please, mistress”.

I must have just gaped stupidly for a second or two; both Cathy and Claire were staring at me, both smiling.  Well as if I needed proof that the two of them had cooked this up together.  Still, how bad could serving Claire for the whole day be…

A few hours later I was beginning to get an idea.  The pair of them had insisted that I shower and shave, and then Claire, her nose brushing my chin and her hair tickling my damp chest had buckled me into a collar and clipped on a lead.  Negotiating the stairs was tricky on all fours, but Claire was very patient with her new “pet” as she kept calling me.

In the kitchen I was told to remain on all fours next to Claire’s chair as Cathy prepared breakfast.  I remained there stomach growling as they ate, before long Claire started to hand feed me little morsels of toast, and getting me to lick jam and butter from her fingers, before mussing my hair and calling me her little pet. 

“So” purred Cathy when breakfast was finished “what does my little darling want to do today?” 

Claire beamed at Cathy before kissing her full upon the lips.  “Would it please you if Steve were to bathe me, and give me a massage?”  I perked up at once. 

“But of course little one” Cathy grinned.  “Do you think that would be too much fun for Steve though Claire?  I mean we don’t want him to become all aroused do we?”

Claire fixed me with those soulful eyes before grinning impishly “Oh no mistress” I did not fail to miss the irony in her voice “We couldn’t have that”. 

Cathy grinned at her little protégé, before taking the lead from her and forcing me into a fast crawl across the floor to the playroom.

“Kneel up” Cathy commanded, flicking the lead slightly.

  I did as I was told.  Cathy rummaged through one of the boxes in the corner of the room, before swimming over to me and kissing me once on the lips.  “Close your eyes please Steve” Cathy purred. 

I did as instructed, shivering as her hand slowly stroked over my shoulder and down my back as she moved round behind me.  My breath caught as her hand snaked round my hips, her breasts pushing into my back, memories of the night before returned to my confused mind.  Her body beneath me, back arching, crying softly and pleading with me not to stop.

I stiffened as I felt her hand circle me, her breath in my ear.  With a mischievous laugh she slipped a rough leather sheath over my manhood, before buckling it round my waist and drawing a strap between my legs separating my testicles right and left.  I gasped as I felt tiny needles start to prick the delicate tissues. 

“That’s it Steve” Cathy crooned “The harder you get the more the pins are going to stick into your cock”. 

She smiled nastily as she vibrated the leather sheath encircling me; I let out a yelp as I felt the pins dug in further and managed to gasp out a strangled “Please”.

Cathy gave a hard laugh, and jerked the lead.  Walking me back through the house and up the stairs, before pushing me into the bathroom. 

“Just don’t get hard Ste, and everything will be ok” she called mischievously. 

I looked around the bathroom and my mind did a back flip.  Claire lay in the tub, gently splashing water over her firm high breasts, one leg draped sensually over the side of the tub, displaying everything to me.  Her small muscles rippled slightly as the lights glistened on her wet skin, her hair fanned out around her.

She stroked both hands over her wet nipples which instantly stiffened under her touch.  A sharp pain between my legs forced me to suppress a yelp.  Claire turned her brown eyes on me full of mischief.  “Little pet” she pouted, “Would you wash my hair?” she sighed and closed her eyes and sank down deeper into the bath.  I reached for the shampoo.

Switching on the shower head I directed the jets over Claire’s head soaking her hair, before gently applying the shampoo and switching off the water.  Slowly and firmly I started to massage the shampoo through Claire’s hair, before placing my fingers firmly on her scalp and starting to massage it.  To be fair it had been a while since I’d studied my alternative therapies course, but it’s surprising how much comes back to you…

Claire’s big brown eyes opened wide looking up into mine for an instant as my fingers wove patterns over her scalp.  Slowly she started to relax, once more closing her eyes, and mumbling something from between her half parted lips.  I felt rather than saw Cathy watching me from the doorway.

I continued massaging her head and scalp for a good twenty minutes, until my hands were cramping, before rinsing off the shampoo.  Claire gave me a slightly glazed look from the water before smiling in pure mischief.  She draped her other leg over the other side of the bath and pushed her sex above the surface of the water.  Her brown eyes locked to mine “Oh little pet” she crooned “If only I had hair there for you to play with”

She ran her hands up her thighs, over her belly and cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

I let out a snort of pain, and spent the next couple of minutes gasping as I desperately wished for my prick not to swell further.  All the while Claire giggled in delight at me.  I’m sure I heard Cathy trying to suppress her laughter from the doorway.

Claire stepped out of the bath and stretched up on tiptoes her hands pointing to the ceiling, pouting provocatively at me.  “Please little pet” she whispered “please don’t let Claire get cold” She shivered theatrically causing her small breasts to sway gently.  “Please come and dry Claire little pet” She did her best pleading look with those big brown eyes. 

I was torn, possibly quite literally, I wanted to move and dry her and wrap her up snug and safe, but the pins around my cock were digging in and making every move painful.  Manfully I crawled over to Claire and started toweling her dry, wincing with each movement, and gasping as the towel snagged against the device.  Claire all the while turning and moving and presenting me her lithe hard little body in the most provocative ways she could think of.  “You’ve missed a bit little pet” She cupped her breasts and pushed her nipples towards me “You must dry these very firmly little pet”

I gritted my teeth, whimpering a little, as I took hold of each nipple in the towel, gently tweaking and pulling on them through the material.  “No little pet” Claire gasped as I went to move away “You must be much more through” She put her hands on the sink behind her to steady her as I gently started to tweak and massage her nipples through the towel.  She closed her eyes and a shiver ran through her “Don’t you dare stop little pet” she said her voice getting rougher and her breathing increasing.

Cathy leant in next to my ear “Steve” she spoke softly “follow my lead”.  Cathy removed the towel from my hands and Claire’s eyes shot open.  Cathy placed a finger on Claire’s lips and then, kneeling, placed her lips around Claire’s right nipple, motioning me to do the same with her left.

I sucked her nipple gently into my mouth rolling it round with my tongue, before sucking it harder or grazing it with my teeth.  I looked up and found Claire staring down at us with a look of complete wonder on her face, no trace of mischief in those brown eyes now.  Her breaths coming in quick gasps, and I felt her thigh tremble against my chest as her eyes closed. 

Cathy nudged me with her elbow and I looked over, Cathy turned slightly and took Claire’s nipple between her teeth, her eyes indicating for me to do the same, her tongue still licking at her trapped nipple.  Claire writhed as I caught her nipple in the same way. 

Cathy held up three fingers, and slowly counted down with them.  Claire started to moan softly her knuckles white as they gripped the sink for support.  The countdown reached zero, and Cathy ever so slowly pulled her head away from Claire’s breast keeping her nipple trapped between her teeth.  I did likewise and felt my teeth starting to graze the entire length of Clare’s nipple before it came free.  Claire screamed as Cathy and I both pulled free, and a gush of warmth swept down her thighs as she collapsed on top of us both, clutching us for support, small sobs wracking her body.

Cathy held her and stroked her damp hair; I stayed kneeling where I was muttering “shit” over and over, my eyes watering slightly.  My prick felt like it had friction burns on it.  I nudged Cathy “please” was all I could whisper, my watering eyes indicating the source of the problem.  Cathy’s eyes widened, and after wrapping Claire in the towel, she very gently undid the fastenings that held the sheath in place.