Submissive Satisfaction

SUBMISSIVE SATISFACTION

By Lewis Chappelle

Note: This piece is the last of five stories each of which follow in story line, and character development, “Submissive Spirits” published here earlier. While it is felt that the content of each story is self contained, it is suggested that a sequential reading of all five stories, while a long read, might be preferable.

Please let me know your thoughts. Thank you, LC

 

“Master, I am so excited. I completed the five challenges you gave me and I’m sure you will love the stainless steel items you wanted me to have made.”

She stood before him in a silk robe.

“Would it please you to see them now, Master?” she asked coyly.

“You know damned well I want to see them, now get that fool robe off this minute, you impertinent slave,” he commanded lightheartedly.

The robe slipped to the floor and Ann stood in heels and the waist cincher and the half cupped bra. Chip had an instant erection.

“Before I check out the details of the gear, I want to know the particulars of just how you were able to get this stuff and what your feelings were as you ordered the gold slave anklet as well as all this stainless steel stuff,” he demanded.

“Master, you must know that you gave me a very challenging set of tasks to perform and that I would naturally be quite humiliated as I went about completing each test. I still get nervous and unsettled when I relive those moments. And, I’d guess that is what you wanted. Am I right, sir?”

“Don’t get cute with me, slave. I don’t answer to you, you answer to me. If I demand that you strip naked in front of the statue of Eros you will do it.

Ann stammered as she recounted the struggles she endured while completing the last of the tasks and reminded Chip that she had already told him about several of the tasks she completed earlier.

“ Ok, slave, so now show me see how the cincher works.”

She came to him and turned around so that he could examine and adjust the tightening mechanism. He turned the small ratchet knob one turn and her waist tightened almost imperceptibly. He turned it again. The cincher now was two inches smaller than it was when she first dropped her robe. The third turn brought her waist down to 20 and 1/2 inches.

Ann had to stand very straight, take very shallow breaths and move gingerly. But, she did look stunning. He was proud of her and took her in his arms so he could feel the fullness of her breasts and the roundness of her hips as they flared out below her compressed waist. He kissed her deeply and she knew he was pleased.

“If it pleases you Master, I could get greater suction on your cock, if my cincher wasn’t quite so tight, sir,” she said. He knew what that meant, and she was relieved in seconds. He was relieved shortly thereafter.

“Is it time for Babs to give me a summary report on your progress slave?” he asked.

“Yes, sir. I’ll get her over here in the next day or two,” she responded.

After Babs arrived, she suspended Ann from the ceiling hoist to demonstrate just how Ann had developed her shoulder muscles and how this would improve her ability to sustain suspension bandage. She demonstrated how Ann had increased her leg flexibility and how this would enhance her ability to spread her legs and fold her them up behind her to show her cunt off for maximum visual impact.

The wax jobs were still a great source of joy to both Ann and Chip and he was always effusive in his appreciation for Babs’ suggestion in that regard.

But, the most significant improvement, in Chip’s estimation, was the way Ann could carry herself in high heels. This was the first time she had exhibited her new found mastery of the shoes and she herself was proud. Chip told Ann to walk with her tits high. Her balance was perfect. Her calf muscles were taut and shapely. Her hips and ass were thrust backward in a most provocative display. All in all, Ann was one extraordinary erotic women strutting naked in those heels.

“I have another idea,” Babs said. “Lets see if we can get Ann a pair of ballet boots and ballet shoes with six or six and one half inch heels and get her tottering on her toes. And, if I remember correctly, she was having a bit of a time with her gag reflex, so lets start some exercises to improve that too. Do you agree Chip?”

“You’re always thinking, Babs. Yes, lets start those improvements as well.”

Chip turned to Ann and said, “I am very impressed with your training, slave. I m sure you’ll make fine progress in the future.”

“And Babs, your advise and exercise regime has been fantastic. Good job, the both of you.”

“Ann,” he ordered, “stand at attention on the pedestal and caress your tits and nipples for me while I finish this conversation with Babs.”

“Before, you start,” Babs interjected, “let me tell you that Fran, that secretary I told you about, is very interested in changing jobs and is quite excited by the prospects of toiling for you, if you know what I mean.”

“Well, that puts an interesting cast on things, doesn’t it. I do want to meet Fran and I’d like David to see Ann give a demonstration of her new found skills. To the best of my recollection, David doesn’t know the full extent of Ann’s submissiveness and it would give me no end of pleasure to let him in on her secret.”

“Chip, I think that would be just great. Two for the price of one so to speak. Set the date, and I’ll make it happen,” Babs said.

“One more thing. I’d like to see you in action too, naked, that evening as well. Perhaps you would be willing to indulge both of us and let us enjoy the sexual excitement you and your beautiful body can evoke. What do you say? Three for the price of one?”

Ann was already wet from the physical act of caressing herself. Her emotional reaction to the prospect of exhibiting herself to David in humility and submissiveness was also having an effect. Now, she was in a pre-orgasmic state in anticipation of being on display with Babs and Fran..

“You are a slick talker and drive a hard bargain, Chip. I’ll discuss it with David and Fran and let you know,” she said, blushing nervously.

A few days later, David spoke to Chip at work. “Babs tells me you and Ann are having a small party, with a sexual theme and that we are invited along with Fran. She indicated that Ann was going to be the center of attention, but that you’d like the other two to have an active role in the evenings activities. Frankly, you have Babs all worked up and I’m on the edge of my seat with anticipation myself. What day and time do you have in mind?” he asked.

“How about all day Saturday starting, say, just before noon for brunch?” Chip replied.

“Ann will favor us and I’d like to think that you, Babs and Fran would come emotionally prepared to contribute to the cause. Sound like something us guys might enjoy.”

“I get your drift,” David said, “and I’ll chat with Babs and Fran between now and Saturday. Unless the wheels come off, we’ll see you at your place.”

“David, Babs and Fran are coming over for brunch on Saturday at 11,” Chip said to Ann.

“In the meantime, I want you to suggest ways for me to further your training while they are here. I want you to prepare yourself and the house for them to have a good time. I want you, Babs and Fran to wear the same type of outfit to start out with; perhaps high heels, a very short skirt and a halter, no underwear.” His comments had the tone of orders, not suggestions.

When Babs knocked on the farm house door, she appeared so exotically that Chip almost didn’t recognize her. Her skirt barely covered her ass and her legs were shown off to their stunning best as she was wearing blac four inch platform heels. Her cleavage was evident between the open buttons of her cut off shirt and her high set tits were on obvious display.

David had his hand on Babs’ ass and watched for Chips response to what he saw. He winked in recognition of Chips’ delighted reaction. Fran was also a grand sight. Her skirt was even tighter and her shoes higher that Babs.

Ann had followed Chip to the door and David was stunned and delighted at how sexy Ann looked. This is going to be some day he thought.

“Ann. Chip. I’d like you to meet Fran. She is our dearest friend and I’m sure we can all get along famously. Today would be a good day to take the measure of her, Chip seeing that your are looking for a new assistant.”

“I won’t miss the opportunity, you can bet on that,” said Chip. “But, before we eat anything, I want Ann, to set the stage for today’s activities by telling everyone a little secret. You can be honest with our friends, dear. Go ahead.”

“What Chip is getting at is that before we were married, I voluntarily gave myself in submission to Chip. He is now my Master, and I am his, submissively. I relinquished my desires to his, and will do anything he demands, I will submit to any punishment or training he feels is necessary. I will receive pleasure only if I earn it, and then only at his discretion. Do you have any questions of me on all of this?” she asked.

“That was simple enough,” David said. “I think we all get the point.” He then turned to Fran.

“Fran dear, as I understand it, you are auditioning, so to speak, for a very well paying job as Chip’s administrative secretary. Perhaps you would favor him, and us, by shedding your skirt and blouse, so he can assess your qualifications.” He looked at her directly and held out his hand to collect her clothes.

“Mr. David, you sure know how to get to me. Do you think Mr. Chip would really appreciate that? He doesn’t even know me.”

Chip interjected, “Fran, we are friends here and you can tell from Ann’s story that we are a randy lot. Sure, I like to have you take your clothes off. Don’t be shy. And, while I examine your physical qualifications more carefully, and while Babs sets up the brunch, I want Ann to tell us what she thinks she needs, by way of training, to improve her performance as a submissive.

“Ann, you can give me your clothes before you begin. Stand over here with your back up against Fran’s.”

David and Babs were hard pressed to keep their libidos under control. Chip was in his glory. He had Fran and Ann high heel to high heel, shoulder to shoulder, looking ahead. He insisted that they stay very close together; ass cheek to ass cheek. With his open hands he caressed them head to foot; his left hand on Ann, and his right hand on Fran.

They knew he was comparing the texture of their skin, the fullness of their breasts, the stiffness of their nipples, the tone of their shoulders, belly, thighs and calves and the curve of their waist and hips. And, they knew he was testing the look and feel of their cunts.

Fran was ill at ease because she was so new to the group, and Ann was intimidated because she knew she was being compared, by the Master she adored, to a relative stranger. A stranger who, by all she could observe, was a women of substantial physical charms.

“Ann, I believe you were going to answer my question?” Chip snipped.

“Oh yes, Master, I have been momentarily distracted. Please forgive me. You did ask me to think of what training I need to help me be a more effective submissive.

For starters, I think during our weekly punishment session you should demand that I not be as stoic as I usually am. You should put me in strict bondage. Bend and shape my body with ropes and chains. Keep me in suspension. Spread my legs wide and immobilize me for your penetration.

“Your should whip me with such severity that I can not help but cry. The intensity of the whippings and bondage should induce real tears.

“The discipline should soften my will and destroy my sense of willfulness. You should aim to crush my spirit and elicit my absolute compliance to your will. I should be left with only the dignity you bestow on me.

“I am convinced that because of my natural need to submit, this type of treatment will increase my attachment and bond to you even more deeply. I should be made to beg for your leniency and mercy. Does that answer your question, Master?”

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“Geezz Ann, I think that was the most fantastic and astonishing thing you have ever said to me; erotic and at the same time profound, actually I’m flabbergasted and overwhelmed. My brain is swimming. It’ll take some time for me to process the implications of it.

“You know I love you.”

“Man alive, I am as horny as I’ve ever been,” said David. “Babs, you need to strip here and now, and give my poor pecker some relief. I don’t know how ol’ Chip is able to contain himself.”

Babs threw off her skirt and halter and was on her knees in an instant sucking his cock deeply and energetically.

Chip was still enjoying the enormous emotional impact of Ann’s recent declaration and the tactile pleasures he was enjoying with the two voluptuous women who were so eagerly on sensuous display before him. His fingers stroked their firm clits, and he knew by their tension filled movements that they were both getting close to an orgasm.

David had decided to fuck Babs from behind. His hands were groping her nipples. She had arched her back and pressed her ass toward his engorged penis. He could not keep his eyes off of Ann and Fran.

“Fran, I want to see how you react when you have an orgasm,” Chip said. “You need to shed your inhibitions completely and lay with this pillow under your hips, your knees spread high and wide.

“And, Ann, I want you to do the same on this pillow with the top of your head just about touching the top of Fran's head.”

Ann was again feeling unsure of her personal standing with Chip. Was he going to fuck Fran and then her? Would she be taking second position to this new women? Was she loosing out to her in some significant personal way? Was he testing Fran? Was he testing her? She had so many questions and was full of uncertainty and doubt. Chip could read her like a book.

When the two women were in position and fully exposed, Chip made his move. “Now ladies, please lie perfectly still and close your eyes. Don’t speak. When it seems you are ready to come to climax you must ask permission. You are expected to enjoy your bodies and should feel free to express your enthusiasm and excitement.”

Neither of them had the faintest idea what Chip had in mind for them yet they were tense with anticipation.

“David, old boy, would you mind terribly if Babs here put her talented tongue to use on Fran’s inflamed clit. She looks like she is ready to burst. Look at all the juices dripping down her lovely legs? I wouldn’t see why you couldn’t continuing enjoying Bab’s wonderful body while she is otherwise engaged,” he said with a suggestive grin.

“Go get her,” barked David. He was right behind her with his engorged manhood in hand waiting to shove it, once again, into her open cunt.

Chip, slipped quietly between Ann's legs. He nibbled her labia and clit with his teeth till she was panting eagerly.

“If it pleases you, please fuck my cunt with your wonderful prick, Master,” she begged. She repeated her pleadings with an increased sense of urgency, until he finally worked his cock fully into her outrageously wet pussy.

Babs was working her tongue with practiced expertise. Fran, was wreathing on her pillow and had placed her hands under her ass to give her increased leverage as she pushed upwards toward Babs servicing mouth.

“Now, don’t forget ladies, each of you is required to ask for permission to climax. Failure to comply with this order, will lead to some degree of corporal correction from either David or me this afternoon, you need to understand that,” said Chip as he ground away in Ann’s soft vagina.

He knew Ann would find satisfaction in the fact that he choose not to fuck Fran and had devoted himself to her. She trusted him, but he sure did know how to push her buttons. Ann knew that Chip might well expect Fran to drain his penis with her mouth and he might indeed drill her in the ass; but she was sure that Chip would be faithful and only use her cunt and her cunt alone.

Fran was first to croak out her request. Chip looked at David, giving him the lead to give or deny. On Fran’s fourth tormented request, he relented.

Ann was next. And, Chip made her wait too. Since he had already been relieved of his overnight load of ejaculate before he even got out of bed, so he just keep pumping Ann untill she was wreathing in frustration. He assented only when her pleadings became practically animalistic.

Bebs, distracted by her servicing of Fran, was last to ask for permission to come. David had already emptied his load in her and was now pulling and pushing on her hips ferociously. She forced her pleadings from her mouth and seemed to scream in sexual release almost immediately.

David was not sure if she had waited for his approval or not. Chip and David exchanged knowing glances.

No one moved. At length, they were all lying on each other or on casual throw pillows. Hands were softly caressing legs, or nipples. Ejaculate and love juices were becoming sticky on silky skin. Chip suggested that they all take a communal shower and then eat the brunch that had been prepared.

Chip and David determined to keep the women naked during the afternoon. Chip said he had a game he had always wanted to play but he needed the permission of the three women in advance.

Ann was first to agree. The other two soon joined in. Chip went to Sub Room Two and returned with three blindfolds. Then, he and David, bound the arms of each women tightly behind them at the elbow and wrist.

The game would entail securing a nipple clip on the right nipple of one women and the accompanying clip to the left nipple of one of the other women till all three were attached to each other in a circle. The objective of the game was for the women to stay standing, in heels, for at least an hour.

They were told that after a half hour they would each be given a vibrating cunt plug and after another half hour they would all be fitted with vibrating ass plugs. It was clear the game was for the amusement of the men. And amused they were. The nipple clips themselves were attached tightly and bit the women’s tender nipples. Any movement of one would cause pain for the others.

Standing in place in high heels naturally created additional strain on already aching legs and feet. The placement of vaginal dildos added to their discomfort and the final addition of ass plugs was particularly discomforting. But they did look good and performed well.

The men sat back in comfortable lounge chairs, discussed business and drank cool ale as they watched the erotic moves of the three women on the open air back deck of the farm house. One women’s movement cause another to suffer. They all learned to be incredibly careful.

After being released from their nipple bondage game and still on the deck, each women was ordered to drop to her knees and, side by side, offer her ass for penetration. Each was kept blindfolded. The two men lubricated each hole liberally and, used their fingers to stretch the respective rear canals.

The two men then went on, what they considered, a research project to determine which of the three women could give them the most pleasure anally. To optimize the experience, the men told the women that the winner would get a surprise before the day was over; while the losers would not be so lucky.

The winner would be chosen by election. The two men would vote on a three point scale who of the tree women provided the most anal satisfaction. It was a close race, but Fran won. She took her triumph with pride and felt it was the moment which signified that she had been accepted by Chip. She had really tried to put her fine ass to good use and she had succeeded.

“Ladies, we want you to freshen up your makeup, relax, and have some wine. Tend to any soreness you may have and visit Sub Room Two. Check out all the gadgets and gimmicks. David and I will be down in an hour or so. If you have any questions about the dungeon, don’t hesitate to ask Ann,” Chip said.

After a few spending time with their makeup kits, and enjoying a few goblets of good Champaign, the women were feeling quite at ease and were comparing their feelings and fantasies freely.

Ann volunteered to demonstrate several of the leather garments, but she was most eager to show off her new stainless steel waist cincher and bras. Babs hadn’t seen these before and was quite overwhelmed by them. “I know David would like to see these items, dear,” she said to Ann. “Would you mind showing them to David when he comes down?” she asked.

Fran was fascinated with the bondage gear and suspension equipment. She was intrigued by Ann’s total submission to Chip. She knew she too had similar longings. Could she be submissive to both Ann and Chip? Ann was not only beautiful but she had an inner strength which gave her an endearing quality; a quality which Fran already found exhilarating.

She knew that she found Babs and David good bed partners, but there was something missing. She had to have a discussion with Chip soon.

“Excuse me ladies, I need to go upstairs for a moment. Do you mind if I tell David you want to see him down here?” Fran asked.

“No problem,” Ann and Babs answered in unison.

“Chip, I need a private word with you if I may,” Fran said. “And, David, I think the girls have something they want to show you if you want to take a trip down to the dungeon.”

After David had gone, Fran stood naked before Chip, shoulders back, breasts high, hands behind her back. She broached the two subjects which were on her mind.

First, she indicated that she was most eager to accept the position as his administrative assistant, knowing full well he would exploit her shamelessly. She had already calculated that if she work out well he could to keep her as his assistant when he was recalled to America at the end of his assignment.

Second, she wanted him to know that she would also be grateful to him if he would accept her as his submissive too and use her as he saw fit; not just on the job, but all the time.

She told him she had been most impressed with Ann’s total subservience and that she felt the need to surrender herself too. She knew she had submissive tendencies but could never find the right dominant.

Chip said her offer intrigued him. But, she had to understand he would not violate his unspoken pledge to Ann to not have sexual intercourse with any other women while they were married and he expected to be married to Ann for a long, long time. He was not averse to using her body for other sex play and to controlling her behavior generally, in fact he liked the idea.

Fran understood. She said she was not looking for him to fuck her but to train her as a submissive and control her. She felt she could learn a lot with Ann as a role model and that possibly when she was deserving, he might give her to other women or men for their pleasure.

He said her offer sounded good to him, but he wanted to discuss it with Ann. He would get back with her soon he said. They both departed for the dungeon, where Ann was still modeling her new stainless steel outfits. Chip didn’t say anything but he was not happy with what he saw. He decided to wait until after his guests had left to take this issue up with her.

As evening came, Chip suggested it was time for them to wrap things up, but there was one point of unfinished business; the losers punishment and the winners surprise. “Ann and Babs,” he said sternly, “get your blindfolds on, bend over, spread you legs, and grab your ankles. Your punishment for loosing the contest is two swift strokes with the cane.

“How British of us, huh?”

The ladies took their position and awaited their lashing. Chip gave the cane to Fran. She looked aghast. He put his finger over his own lips indicating she was not to speak just act. Fran got the message. Her first stroke hit Ann squarely and she yelled. Babs followed suit. The second strokes were equally effective. Thin red welts appeared. Ann knew the Wax Worx kids would soon see them.

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“Ann, you were a great hostess today. Perhaps too great, but I’ll get to that later. First, I want to get your opinion on Fran. She approached me about taking the assistant position at work which I have open and I’m inclined to take her on.

“Second, as you know, she has a submissive streak, and she wants to learn more from you. She told me she sees you as her role model and perhaps with the right attitude adjustments and a good orientation to the life style she could be a more contented women.

“What are your immediate reactions to her and what do you think of her idea?”

“Master, you are so considerate to ask my opinion, but you should do what you want to do to make you happy. I think she is quite beautiful and she has a nice, well toned, body. I’ve never discussed punishment with her but she did seem quite interested in the gadgets in the dungeon.

“If you don’t mind a suggestion, sir, would you consider having her live with us, say for three months for starters, on the condition that during the week she is yours to deal with, and that she comes and goes to work each day with you, but that on the weekend she is mine to train? I think we can do her some good. Perhaps better than anyone else she could find.

“You have reassured me so often, Master, that I can trust you and that you love me exclusively. I don’t really have any real apprehensions regarding her being able to drive a wedge between us. And, if I suspect she may be doing so, I’ll just beat her to a pulp on the weekends,” she said with a smile.

“You need to think this through carefully, slave. I know you feel confident now, but consider what it might be like to be punished in front of her; punished at the same time as her; or, punished more harshly than her. How would you feel if she were to be at a lovely dinner with us? How would you feel if you heard her refer to me as Master and to you as Mistress?”

“You do think of everything, Master. I know my place and I know you expect my total devotion and obedience to you. I will accept whatever conditions you impose on me and if Fran is one of them, I’ll deal with it submissively and learn from the experience.”

Based on his discussion with Ann, he called Fran and told her that he was pleased to offer her the job and that he wanted to see her at his home the next evening before she tendered her notice at her current job.

Before Fran arrived, he ordered Ann to wear her most provocative and revealing outfit and some great high heels. She was to be on her best and most submissive behavior during the entire time Fran was in the house. And, he warned her that she was going to be punished before the night was out.

Fran arrived looking ravishing. “Good to see you tonight, Fran, you look great. Is this the type of outfit you will be wearing to the office, my dear?” he asked.

“I’ll wear what you want me to wear sir. What is your pleasure?”

“Before we discuss that, I want to set some ground rules. You should be able to agree to all of them before you decide to leave your current employer.

“First, you will always call me ‘Sir’ at work. You will live here with us for at least the next three months. You will be trained by Ann on the weekends and me during the week. I’ll expect you to refer to me as ‘Master’ here and Ann as ‘Mistress’. You will do exactly as your are told at all times. You will thank us for any discipline and training you receive. You will thank us for any orgasms or pleasures you are allowed to have immediately upon receiving them.

“When you are in this house any privacy you get will be a privilege; you must ask for it and you must accept its denial. We are free to give you to anyone of our choosing and you will conform to the demands of these people as if they were our demands. Any questions or objections?”

Fran was so taken by the exacting quality of his voice and the directness of his authority that she went to him and dropped to her knees. She bowed low, head on the ground before answering. “Master, I eagerly accept your rules. I’ll be a good slave girl for you and will learn at your hand. Thank you for accepting me into your house. I will serve you and Mistress Ann faithfully.”

“One more thing, before we go ahead with our deal,” Chip added. “You know virtually nothing about the discipline which a submissive slave receives for an breach of the rules or just because the master wants pleasure from inflicting such punishments. I want you to witness such discipline tonight with Ann,” he said.

“Ann dearest,” he called. “Come in here an present yourself.”

Ann appeared at the door to his den and immediately prostrated herself in position one. “Yes, Master, how may I please you, sir,” she asked humbly.

“Stand at attention slave.” She rose and thrust her arms back, tits high, hips thrust forward.

“Do you recall, a few days ago, when Babs and David were here, you decided to model your stainless steel outfits?” he asked.

“Oh, yes Master, I do remember that vividly. I was quite proud.”

“Slave, you made two mistakes in doing that. First, you were proud of yourself and you are just a lowly, slutty, slave girl, not the high and mighty Queen of England.

“And, second, those outfits were not yours, slave, they are mine, just as you are mine, isn’t that so slave?”

Ann lowered her eyes. “Yes, Master, forgive me. I forgot who I ram and you would be so right to punish me severely for my stupidity. If it pleases you, sir, I’ll prepare myself in Sub Room Two for my correction now.”

She was directed to strip and wait in the dungeon blindfolded and at attention until they got there.

“That is the response a bad slave girl gives her Master, do you understand, Fran?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. I know my place and I learn quickly,” she replied.

“Slave, I am going to whip you for your transgressions. You will be on display during your punishment. Fran, will see you cry. She will see you writhe in pain. Seeing you in distress will give her a chance to see if living the submissive lifestyle with us is going to be right for her.”

With that speech, he bound Ann to the steel whipping frame. Her arms were secured to the upper corners of the frame; her legs were spread and fastened to the lower corners. She was quite vulnerable. He pinched her nipples. She quivered. He fingered her labia lips and scraped her clit. She moaned out loud. He then picked out a 20 inch suede whip.

Fran was ordered to sit in his chair and keep still.

His first slap caught Ann across both ass cheeks. By the 50th blow, Ann’s normally pale skin was taking on a reddish glow. He changed his whip to a full leather flogger. By the 75th smack, Ann was sobbing. By the 100th, she was screaming and her body was lurching on the frame uncontrollably. Yet, she had not ask for his consideration. By the 150th hard smack, she was sobbing so hard she could hardly breathe and had a hard time even begging for him to relent.

He stopped. “Slave, I want you to get in control. My whipping of you is not over,” he said.

Fran, blanched. She had never seen a whipping of such severity; and there was more to come. She had an increased appreciation for Ann. She only hoped she could hold up as well.

“Slave, what were your infractions again?” he asked.

After Ann was able to control herself, she said “I was a very bad, unthinking, slave girl because I used my Master’s equipment without asking his permission and because I was a self willed, contemptible, sorry excuse for a submissive woman because I felt proud wearing that outfit. I deserve my punishment,” she sobbed.

“Do you think you have been properly punished for your transgressions, slave.”

“No, Master, I sense you feel I haven’t suffered quite enough. I would not second guess you sir.”

“Fran, do you think Ann has endured enough misery to atone for her errors.”

“Master, I never have witnessed such a stern whipping in my life. Ann has begged for your mercy. She is still sobbing. Her skin is tender and she is sweating profusely. With all that said, I’m sure she could stand a few more strokes which might have the beneficial effect of putting an explanation point on this entire session. May I suggest another fifty strokes, sir.”

“Here is our selection of whips and I want you to administer the strokes you recommend. And, I want you to strip for me before you do.”

Fran was startled by the suggestion. Chip told Ann to count the lashes, each one, and not to loose count. Fran was leery, but she did have a lot riding on how she behaved. She took the original suede whip and lashed Ann across the back, legs, and breasts. Ann was hysterical in renewed pain but kept count till the end. Fran, embraced Ann in her bonds and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

“You are a terrific women, Mistress. I only hope I can measure up to your standards, Ma’am,” she whispered.

Chip left Ann in the whipping frame and let Fran dress. He took her up the stairs out of the dungeon. “Fran,” he said, “you now have had an opportunity to second guess your decision to move in with us. You should not be under any illusions about the treatment you might expect from us.

“If you decide to come with us, I’ll want a contract from you, notarized, that you are doing this of your free will and will hold us harmless for any emotional or physical stress you may experience here. I’ll give you to the weekend to hand in your two weeks notice and get the contract document to me. Any questions?”

“No, sir. You have been quite clear,” she said. He took her to the door, reached around her small waist and brought her lips to his. She reached behind his neck and pulled him to her pressing into him with her breasts and hips. She kissed him deeply in return.

“You know if you do that at work, you’ll wind up taking my dick down your throat don’t you,” he asked.

“I look forward to serving you, sir, at home and at work,” she said with a wicked twinkle in her eye.

“You have just watched as I put my wife and slave on display. I stretched her and made her vulnerable on the whipping frame. I caused her to wreath in pain. Do you really want the same type of treatment?” he asked.

He lifted her dress so he could feel the smooth, flawless skin of her ass.

“Master, all I can say is that I look forward to being of service in any way that pleases you.”

He patted her rump and sent her into the night.

She returned to her car and drove away with her fingers deep into her cunt.

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Chip returned to Ann. He carefully applied soothing oils to her now red and blotchy skin.

She smiled as he ran his slippery fingers into her cunt and ass. She knew she had kept her promise to him and that she was indeed more closely bonded to him now than she was before her whipping. He removed her from the frame and carried her to their bed. She slept naked as usual and was eager to wake up his cock with her mouth as she did every morning.

Late Friday, Chip received a call from Fran. She was ready to bring him the notarized contract and to get started in her new job at once. She had managed to leave her old job without the requirement of a two week notice period. She was also eager to move into the farm house.

Ann had cleaned up a small maids room on the main floor for Fran. Not much of a personal space to be sure, and certainly not what Fran had been used to, but she was thrilled to be a part of Chip’s submissive little harem. She would take what he gave her.

Ann took charge of Fran’s work wardrobe. All shoes were at least four inch heels; most were higher. All dresses were low cut in the bodice and were designed to show plenty of leg. She was to always wear shear, thigh high, self stay-up hose. She was never to wear under pants unless she had prior permission. A high, uplift bra to accentuate her breasts was a must. She was never to cross her legs unless told to do so by Chip.

Fran had a nice desk adjacent to Chip’s rather splendid office on the eighth floor. He got to his office each day from the reserved parking space by means of a private elevator. In the elevator, Chip took personal liberties with Fran each day. They came and went from the office together. No questions were asked; and no explanations were given. Fran was quickly known in private as “Ms. Fran the Faithful” or, simply “Stems” in acknowledgment of her closely observed legs.

Ann was a familiar figure around the office and known behind her back, as “The Beautiful Mrs. Wilson.” Most of the staff had private thoughts about how lucky Chip was to be surrounded by lovely women. He had made it clear, when hiring, that new women staff members would not only be competent but very attractive. Such was certainly the case, with his first new executive appointment, the very attractive, Margo Fisher, chief of International Communications.

Fran, for her part, not only seemed to capture everyone's attention because she was so very easy on the eyes, but she had taken charge of the Senior Executive Office an had new procedures in place which seem to make everything run smoother. She moved around the headquarters with efficiency and grace. In no time she seemed to know everyone’s name and area of responsibility.

It was noticed that David had started making more and more trips to the bosses office once Fran came on board. It was common knowledge that David had been given the informal responsibility to look after Chip while he was in England and that he hoped to succeed him when Chip returned to America after his assignment was completed. It was also noticed that Chip had taken the precaution of having his office completely soundproofed.

Chip pressed his intercom button and Fran answered her phone. “Fran, are you sitting on your bare ass or on your dress,” he asked.

“The latter, sir, but I can easily make the change to the former if you wish,” she said.

“Yes, that’s what I want. And, when you get that report ready bring it to me at once. When you step inside, close the door and hang your dress and bra on the coat rack immediately.”

It seemed that in no time she was naked in his office with the report in hand. Stunning as usual, naked except for hose and heels. Chip came to her. She stood straight awaiting his touch. He moved her legs slightly apart and ran his hands over her breasts, belly and into her inner thighs.

“Are you wet, Fran?” he asked.

“Yes, Master, I am very wet. and, now that you are playing with my pussy and nipples, I’m likely to be even wetter,” she responded.

“Didn’t you think that Ms. Fisher looked stressed out this morning during our staff meeting?”

“Why, yes, I did get that impression, Sir. Would you like me to set up an appointment in her office and see if there is anything I can do to help her?”

“Fran, you are a mind reading minx. You have had your eye on that women from the very first day she came on board. I gather she is your type of women. I’ll tell you what. I’ll give you a fifty stroke, over the knee, spanking right now for being such a smart ass, and another fifty when you return if you have not pleasured Margo completely. Fair?”

She virtually leaped over his knee in anticipation.

Fran was still smarting from her spanking, when she arrived at Margo’s office. She closed the door without asking permission. “Ms. Fisher, the boss and I noticed that you seemed stressed out at the staff meeting this morning,” she began. “Perhaps, you want to tell me what is going on and together we might be able to put a fresh spring in your step.”

Margo was not on the same page as Fran and seemed uncertain as to what was going on. Fran had remained standing and soon reopened the door and told the secretary to hold all calls. When she ducked back she locked the office door behind her and ventured behind Margo’s executive chair and began to rub her shoulders as if to relieve her tension.

“Now, Margo, tell me what could be bothering you, please,” Fran implored.

“How do I begin,” Margo started. “My lover and I had a quarrel and I am frustrated and upset.” He wants to get married and I am not ready yet. He is pressuring me and withholding sex as a means of getting his way. I don’t know what to do.” She began crying.

Fran turned her high-backed executive chair around and lifted Margo to her feet. She put Margo’s head on her shoulder and hugged her. She smoothed her hair and lightly stroked her cheeks to wipe away the tears. Her hands smoothed Margo’s dress down to the base of her spine and then over her hips and ass.

“Margo, it would be my pleasure to smother you with love right now.” She began to unzip the back of Margo’s dress. It soon fell to the floor. Margo’s bra soon followed. Her tits were warm and full as Fran fondled them and rolled her tongue over her nipples.

It wasn’t long before Margo stepped out of her thong and was laying on the office carpet giving herself to Fran’s experienced mouth. Fran placed her hand over Margo’s mouth, gently, to keep her from making any loud sounds during the three times she shook in orgasm.

“Now, dear. Let this be our little secret. Call me when you need to be comforted. Don’t let your lover coerce you into doing something you don’t feel is right for you. If he does, he probably isn’t the man for you in the first place. My favors are part of the perquisites you get for being an executive in Chips official family. Let’s see if you can get that pretty smile back on your face and get those announcements and ad proofs up to Chip before the end of the day shall we?” she coaxed coyly.

Margo was still trying to figure out the implications of what had happened to her as Fran slipped easily out the door. She, dressed again slowly, juices still lingering in her vagina.

She called Fran, “Whow, Fran. Thanks,” she said when Fran answered her phone. “And, thanks for the good advise too.” She felt like a new women.

“No need to warm your hand again, sir, on my account, if you know what I mean,” she said peeking in his office. This time she pulled her dress up and sat down at her desk chair directly on her still smarting ass.

He picked up his intercom again. “Is this my little office sex toy speaking,” he inquired.

“Yes, sir, it is,” she answered.

“I can imagine that you might want to go to the ladies loo soon to rub your little clitoris or maybe even to pee. That is not permitted until I give you permission. Understand?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, I do understand, but that is so unfair.”

He hung up.

A half hour later, he rang again. “Office Toy, this is the Boss. I want you to pleasure yourself to a climax with your fingers, right at your chair, as soon as you can. Then come in to my office and let me see you suck your fingers clean.”

He hung up again.

Fran was virtually paralyzed. The pressure on her bladder was increasing. She was as aroused as she could be. Her fingers slipped into her smooth labia lips and found her hard button of excitement. She closed her eyes. A few moments later she shuddered; her shoulders and legs relaxed in momentary exhaustion.

She heard the mail cart chirping down the hall. She took several deep, controlled, breaths of relief and she strode into Chips office cleaning up after herself as she went. Chip would certainly ask for the details as they drove home later in the day.

“You may want to visit the ladies room now but do not use toilet paper. I want you to feel the wetness and smell the aroma between your legs for the rest of the day,” he said dismissively.

David came to his office and asked Chip if he could have a word. Babs had asked if he felt she was serving him sexually as well as she should. And, she was apprehensive that she was not carrying out her role as a women for their little group as diligently or as often as she might. Perhaps the other two women were carrying their disproportional share of the activity. She wanted to do more and be more actively involved.

Chip was quick with an idea if David went along. Chip ordered a limousine, with driver, for the following Saturday night. They had reservations at a great restaurant in London.

When Chip, Ann and Fran arrived to pick up Babs and David, it was evident that Babs was not happy. David helped her in the limo and leaned over to kiss Fran. He sat next to her, leaving Babs in the seat behind the driver.

David finally asked Babs if she was wearing under pants. She was. She was told to remove them and pass them to David. The driver seemed to shake his head as he watched her raise her skirt and inch out of the small black thong. He could see the nicely trimmed patch of pubic hair which remained above her smooth cunt.

“Leave your dress up around your waist and let us all see you use your fingers in your sweet pussy, Babs,” he ordered.

Babs was flush with shame and on the verge of tears. The others watched her with increasing interest. It didn’t take long for Babs to realize she had been elected to be the entertainment for the evening. Even though no one told her plainly, she did know, and could now go along more easily.

“Put these on,” said Chip, handing her a pair of nipple clips “and make them tight, do you hear?”

By now, she was quite aware of the drivers continuing stare and she decided to give him a show.

At the restaurant, she was seated between the men in a booth against the back wall. Each one touched her legs immediately and pulled her dress up to her waist. It was clear to her just how exposed she was to the others in the restaurant. David told her to stand and when she did, he reached to fondle her hard love button. He was devilish in his persistence to make her come.

Ann and Fran looked at her intently. Chip put his left hand on her right hand to steady her. She eventually dug her nails into the table cloth and shook with sexual relief despite her embarrassment.

The two women continually peppered her with personal questions; what was her favorite sex fantasy; did she ever have sex with two guys at the same time, did she ever want to have her nipples or labia lips pierced... the questions just kept coming. They did not let her stop answering even when the waiter was standing in attendance.

When dinner was served David did not order for her. He said she was to sit tall and press her tits tightly against her sheer blouse. David gave her a few scraps from time to time which he had slipped in her honey pot before putting them in her mouth. She got her fill of protein from Chip in the limo after which David screwed her in the ass and cunt to wrap up the night.

She was quite the submissive party girl that night and seemed to enjoy it.

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“I hope you remember that Chip put me in charge of your training program, Ann. Taunt me in public will you? I’ll fix your wagon.” Babs chattered on as she drove Ann to one of only two specialty shops in all England that made customized ballet boots.

Actually, they were really bondage boots. They really had nothing to do with ballet. But they got their name because a wearer would be forced to stand like a ballet dancer on tip toe.

The boots usually were customized to fit a specific women. The leather part of the boot would encase the leg from the ankle to just below the knee. Straps were provided to wrap tightly around the calf and ankle for support. The heels of the boot were at least 6 or more inches high which created extreme pressure on the feet and calf of the wearer.

Not many Master’s ever required their slaves to wear this type boot since it is not physically possible for most women to be mobile in them for any period of time. In most cases it was best to have the slave steady herself against a wall or piece of furniture while on tip toe. The punishment was in standing in them not walking in them. The allure of the boot was the strain they put on the slave’s every muscle and the elegant curves they gave to the slave’s overall posture.

“You surely will regret messing with me,” Babs continued. “When I get done with you, your legs will feel like lead poles and your feet will ache for weeks.” She kept up a steady stream of nasty chatter to make the anticipation as bad as the actuality.

They entered the factory from the rear where parking was provided. Babs asked for Mr. Ed, the person to whom she had been directed. He was a fussy old man but apparently had a reputation for creating the best ballet boot to be found.

After brief introductions, Ed showed the ladies samples of his work and how the boots were actually designed and made. Over the years, he said he had produced almost a thousand of these hand crafted items and he was rather proud of his craft. He inquired if money would be a consideration and was assured that, within reason, money was no object as long as they were satisfied.

Mr. Ed, as he preferred to be called, took measurements of Ann’s feet and legs. Both feet and both legs. These boots would fit each foot exactly. They could come back for their first fitting in a week, they were told.

At the appointed hour, Ann was again in the “pole fitting chair.” This chair was so named because there was a pole over the chair which could be lowered from the ceiling which allowed the person being fitted to pull themselves up to a standing position while holding on to it. No one was expected to stand directly up in the boot without some assistance.

The first fitting was fine but Mr. Ed was a perfectionist and he allowed that he would need at least two more fittings, each at least four days apart.

By the last fitting, Ann had gotten used to hiking herself up to a standing position by balancing herself with the overhead pole provided. She had come to realize that even with this assistance, no one was going to stand very long without experiencing extreme discomfort.

Ann wondered just how Chip or Babs would use the boots in her training. She was soon to find out. Babs had already been in touch with another craftsman who had been commissioned to make a straddle horse made of sturdy metal.

The main frame of the horse was made in the form of an inverted “V”. The bench was wide at the base to provide stability and it could be raised an lowered. The top piece of the devise was a single one inch beam of angled steel, wrapped in leather. A women standing astride this piece would feel the metal press up against, or even into, her labia as the devise was raised.

Babs had installed a stabilizing rod, similar to the one at the specialty shop, to the rafters in Sub Room Two just above where she intended to place the metal horse. When she had Ann buckled into her new boots, Ann used the pole to stand. It was only then that she realized the purpose of the newest piece of equipment and she began to sweat.

It was nearing six o’clock and Chip and Fran would soon be home. Babs wanted Ann in place when they got there. She hurriedly placed a gag helmet over Ann’s entire head and strapped it tight. She encased her waist in a 20 inch cincher. Then she raised the upper bar of the horse between her legs till it touched Ann’s labia She removed the pole which Ann had been holding for support.

If Anne stood to avoid the bar, all her weight was on her toes, and if she slouched, all her weight was on her cunt. She then folded both of Ann’s arms in a single leather glove and tightened the four straps which went around her upper arms, elbows, forearms and wrists This glove and the straps pulled Ann’s arms back tightly, raising her tits.

For a last piece of fine tuning, Babs strapped a leather belt around Ann’s upper thighs just below the bar. That would keep her about as stable as possible, but there still would be plenty of pressure on her sensitive muscles and labia. She looked just wonderful. And, Babs was certain Ann was only now beginning to feel the initial level of discomfort that this most severe bondage position was capable of imposing.

“Have you ever been in a bondage position this strict, Slave?” she asked when she finished pulling the final strap tight. Ann could not utter a sound given her gag helmet, but she vigorously wagged her head to indicate that she had not.

“Well, I’ll leave a note for Chip and Fran telling them where to find you. I’m sure you will find a way to entertain yourself in the meantime.” Babs made a point of making a noisy exit.

About ten minutes had passed when the phone rang. After the obligatory four rings, the answering machine came on with the obligatory “please leave a message” message.

“Pet, this is Chip,” the voice said. “Fran is all tied up here at the office trying to help David with a particularly straining issue. We’ll be a bit late, but don’t worry about us.” Click.

“Oh, shit,” Ann shuddered. “Here I am bundled up like a sausage with this damn stick of cold metal crushing my delicate cunt lips and my legs are burning and all David wants is for Fran to suck his cock, the bastard.”

She was beginning not only to ache physically but the mental pressure was getting to her as well. Then, she heard the click of the master fuse box and knew instinctively that the lights had been cut off.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit,” she said to herself. Now what? Am I going to faint here in the dark where no one will find me?” She tried to comfort herself by reciting as many of the personal declarations she had made to Chip many years ago.

Then the seriousness of the torment began to wrack her body. Her mouth and throat, full from the rubber phallus inside the head helmet, was a major source of discomfort and she had to focus hard with each breath and swallow. Her waist, pinched several inches narrower than normal, didn’t help in the breathing department either. The sinews in her shoulders and arms, taut under the pressure of the arm binder, were afire. Her leg muscles, finely tuned, from hips to ankles were all sore with an unspeakable ache. And, her ravaged labia were blazing in pain.

The discomfort was topped by the strain, which was topped by the ache, which was topped by the pain; in total she was a sweat soaked, mass of servile womanhood, in agony, tested to her limits.

Time seemed to stand still. She was being abused miserably but in the deepest part of her tortured mind, she was sure she would learn something for having endured the experience.

The click of the fuse box was heard again and she thought that the lights might have gonet on.

“Honey, you look great,” Chip said brightly. “We finished faster than we thought and found the note upstairs. What a wonderful surprise. I hope you weren't waiting long. Let me look at you. Fran, come quickly check out Ann, she has a new pair of boots and looks striking. Get a camera so I can have a few pictures for my album.”

Ann thought she would die before she was released. Chip lowered her to the floor and kissed her deeply. He knew the suffering she had endured at his hand, and he was certain, beyond any doubt, that she would have suffered again for him if he demanded it.

“Fran, make a light dinner and some soup. Let’s breath life into this poor wretched submissive in training. In time, she may be one of the very best sex slaves in the world.”

“Master chip, that comment brings to mind a question for you if you don’t mind. Would you please describe how you feel a slave/master relationship differs from a submissive wife/dominant husband relationship.”

Ann wanted to know the answer to that herself. She had her own ideas but she never had asked for his.

“Good question, Fran,” he said. “ First, being married is a legal and moral obligation. She and I have pledged to each other to be faithful to each other, and to each other only, till death part us. The dominant and submissive aspects of a relationship come with individual personalities. Some people are more or less submissive and some are more or less dominant.

“As for the master and slave relationship, this is a life style arrangement which some folks get into because it feels right for both of them at a specific point in their lives. If either of them feels they aren’t getting what they need out of that arrangement and wants to change it, they will try to find out why and then work out a mutually agreeable option if a change is required. You understand I’m not talking about a personal property ownership type relationship but one like yours.

“These two different relationships can easily thrive in one consenting couple because they are formed on the same basis of honesty, mutual love, respect, caring, and trust.

“Despite the contract you have signed or the contract Ann has signed with me, there is nothing binding in a master, slave contract. It continues only at the pleasure of both of us and for the satisfaction of both of us whereas the commitment vows of a marriage are forever.”

Fran nodded her understanding and Ann liked that answer more than anything she could have said herself. She was reinvigorated and ready for her soup.

“Fran, see this anklet. I bought it downtown at Farb Brothers Jewelry store. Can you read it? She held out her sore and aching leg for Fran to see.

“Yes, it’s inscribed, “Slave Ann”, and it’s beautiful. But, I think it says more about you as a person than the words do themselves.”

“Thank you. I understand your point. That said, I want you to get one just like it before Saturday,” Ann said. “Have it inscribed “Chip’s Slave, Fran.” Be sure to ask for Mrs. Farb specifically when you place your order. Get the same style as mine,” she said in a suggestive tone.

Chip found a phone in the house away from the girls and placed a call to Babs. “Great boots kiddo, and super great bondage. The timing of everything was splendid. Ann was as nervous as a cat, but she never suspected our little ruse. We’ll get together soon again. Have you started any gag reflex training like you talked about?”

“Chip, please, what do you think that gag helmet was all about. Did you see the size of the leather phallus in her mouth when you took the helmet off? I’m surprised she was able to do so well. I did hang around till I heard your car before I drove off and I knew she was handling the gag acceptably. Tell her you are proud of her for doing so well.”

He did.

Chip got a call from his father-in-law the next day. It had been almost three years since they arrived in England and there was a corporate shake up in the works. He would be in the mix for a nice promotion based on the great job he had done on the international front during his assignment. But, he should start to think about returning to America.

He had three months to take some vacation and wrap things up. He was to contact Corporate Legal about the process for bringing his new secretary State side with him. He was authorized to tell David he would either get Chips’ post in England or a nice slot in New York. It would be up to Chip to decide how and when that would happen.

Ann also got a call the next day. It was Rhonda. She was calling to make good on her promise to permit Ann observe her being pierced. Ann could feel the moistness between her legs surge on the news.

She unassumingly asked if she might bring two of her friends along if they wanted to. Rhonda said it would be OK with her but she had to check with Master Mike. She would get back to her.

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Rhonda called Ann back a few days later. She had talked to Master Mike and he would allow the three women to observe the piercing under specific conditions. Each woman would have to agree to wear the same special outfit; long black gloves; black thigh high, self stay, hose; 5 inch heels; and a leather hood to cover over their head and shoulders. Only eye holes were to be in the hood. They would otherwise be naked. They were to paint their nipples bright red, trim their pubic hair neatly, and otherwise be completely shaved.

The women would have to guarantee him they would not speak or make any noise during the procedure. Each of the women assented to these conditions and were extremely aroused at the prospects of witnessing their first nipple piercing. Fran took off a half day from work and they all met at the farm house since Ann was the only one who knew the directions. They took a van so they could change in the back.

They arrived at the alley behind the garage Mike used as his work shop. They arranged their clothing to comply with Mike’s conditions and slipped the leather hoods over their heads. The workers in the shop again were in breathless witness of these wonderful looking, erotically attired women; one as spectacular as the next. Since there was no way to identify them, the women put on a show as they walked to the rear of the workshop toward Mike’s personal work station. The men let their appreciation be known with vulgar obscenities.

Mike’s twin slave girls met them and welcomed them into a private room beyond the workshop area. It appeared that this was were Mike actually lived. There were indications of permanence and Ann detected various bondage apparatus tucked here and there.

Rhonda was already there; naked bound to a rather large pillar. He head was in a head restraint which in turn was attached to the pillar. Her arms were pulled back around the pillar, which had the effect of pushing her breasts forward. Her legs were spread and also locked in place at the ankles by chains hooked in the floor for that purpose.

Mike acknowledged the three women. He nodded in appreciation of their outfits. It was clear he liked what he saw.

The twins stood in an exaggerated parade rest position. They were naked except for over the knee, stiletto, high heeled boots. They were standing on either side of a rather large, throne like, chair in which a good looking, well dressed, gentleman was seated. The man seemed to be in total control of the proceedings.

Mike showed Rhonda’s Master a blindfold which he could put on her; he waved it off. He showed him a muffle gag; he waved it off as well. He showed him a syringe with Novocain and it was waved off too. Rhonda knew she was in for a long day of it.

Mike motioned for the twins to jump into action. They immediately placed heavy straps above and below Rhonda’s breasts and around the pillar. He breasts swelled with the tension. They then wrapped each tit tightly with thin wire till they stood out like the front bumper of an 1958 Cadillac.

The twins then began massaging each nipple with ice after which they sucked them till Mike called them off. He handed each twin a 20 inch horse whip with which to whip Rhonda’s swollen breasts in sets of 10 blows. After 50 such blows, they again sucked her nipples. Another 50 blows were applied. Again, they sucked her nipples. After another 50 smacks, directed at her nipples, Rhonda was virtually hysterical with pain.

The three hooded women stood silently against a far wall in amazement. They all recognized that Rhonda was not under any coercion to accept this distressing treatment. They saw her nipples were quite abused, yet hard and long.

Mike, without the need to apply any anesthetic, removed a set of, what appeared to be, surgical hemostats. However, it wasn’t the typical hemostat, rather the instrument had a very sharp needle like protrusion in one side of the pincer devise.

Mike applied the pincer to the left of her nipple and pressed the prongs of the devise together. The needle punctured the nipple all the way through from right to left and Rhonda wailed in agony.

One of the twins applied alcohol and an antiseptic ointment. Then she inserted a thin gold wire into the still bleeding hole. This procedure was repeated with the other nipple. Rhonda sagged against her bonds and fainted.

She was released and laid on a long white table. The twins slid her hips down to the end of the table and spread and lifted her legs at the knees. Her Master, got off the throne and penetrated her. He was inside her when she regained consciousness. She had an orgasm almost immediately.

The women were invited to check out Rhonda more closely. Her Master kept pumping her vagina and Rhonda kept convulsing in climatic ecstasy. The woman touched her cheeks and breasts tenderly. They kept a check on her progress.

At home, Fran brought Babs to climax and Babs did the same for Fran. Ann said she would wait for Chip although she was crazy with desire. When she told Chip the details, he was so excited, he ravaged her on the floor with Fran watching.

The next day at work, Chip invited David and Fran to his office.

“Fran, I have good news for you. Our legal counsel has told me they have every expectation that you will be given at least a temporary work visa so you can come to America with Ann and me. We will start making preparations immediately. It is our intent to take an intimate vacation before we shut down the farm. We want you to stay there and keep an eye on things.”

“David, before I leave I want to be able to bring a recommendation to the senior team that you are qualified to take over this office when I leave. I want to do one more audit and then I’ll know for sure if I can make the case. I’m sure you will cooperate with this final audit. In the meantime, know that I believe you have done a great job for me and I appreciate what Babs have done for both of us.

“By the way, did Babs tell you the details of the nipple piercing she, Ann, and Fran witnessed yesterday?” he asked.

David was stunned. “No, I had no idea.” What happened Fran?”

Fran told him the details about the entire episode of the preceding day. When she was done, she could see that David was attempting to get his balls and engorged penis comfortable in his pants. She removed her dress in one swipe, knelt between his legs, opened his fly and slid his manhood into her sensuous mouth. He allowed her to service him slowly until he could not control his ejaculation which he shot down her waiting throat.

“David, I think Babs has betrayed you. Kept a secret. Embarrassed you since you had to find out from a coworker. She should be punished.”

David had never been harsh with Babs, but he sensed that Chip might be less that helpful in recommending his promotion if he did not take his advise seriously.

“You are right, Chip. While Babs has never done this to me before, I think she needs to know that I find her behavior in this instance unacceptable. I’ll find a way to make her realize she can’t do this to me ever again.

His eventual plan of correction was to have Babs be the central character in the scene which Mac and Ophelia had acted out dozens of times at the Blue Virgin years before and which she had used to regale many a guest. He would be the stern disciplinarian and she would be the penitent offender who would be corrected in public.

When he got home he said, “Babs, I found out today, that you let me down. I had to find out from Chip and Fran that you had witnessed a nipple piercing. What were you thinking in trying to hide that erotic episode from me?”

“David, it was not intentional, I assure you and I am sorry you had to find out about it from someone else. I will certainly be more alert from now on to tell you of the important things that happen in my life from now on.”

“I should think so,” he said. “And, to make sure I make an indelible impression on you, I am going to reenact the Mac and Ophelia spanking drama right here in our living room in front of our dearest friends this coming Saturday evening. The reenactment will come right after you serve us all a delightful dinner which I know will be difficult considering you modest skill in that area.

“You will wear a most revealing server’s outfit and will serve us as we might expect of an indentured servant girl. Then, you will go to our bedroom and reappear in a dress for your spanking. I’d entertain any other suggestions to improve our enjoyment of the evening, with you as the centerpiece, if you care to provide any,” he said.

“I understand your point, David. While I am not usually one for pain, perhaps you might control my toilet before and after the spanking and it might be amusing to have me wear an ass plug for the night. I’m sure it would make the spanking more interesting, don’t you think?”

He did!

On the Saturday in question, Fran again became David’s date for the evening. They sat around the elegant dining table as Babs served the meal. She tottered splendidly in 5 inch heels. After dinner was served and the table was cleared, Babs disappeared while the four others moved to the living area. When she returned, she was wearing a most revealing cotton summer weight dress.

“Do you have something you need to tell us darling,” David asked gently.

“Yes, everyone I do. I failed David recently by not keeping him informed about my daily adventures. I witnessed a nipple piercing which you all know about by now, but David had to find out by someone other than me. I confess my lapse and beg David to discipline me, in front of you, my dear friends, so I may be reminded to be more respectful and considerate of him.”

David got up and approached Babs. He took her over to the heavily upholstered divan. “Babs, slip you panties off and raise your skirt as you bend over the back of the couch. You remember how it is done from watching Ophelia so many times years ago, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir, I do remember well.” She slid off her thong and bent over the divan as ordered.

“My love, are you wearing an anal plug tonight?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, I have complied with your command,” she said.

“How many spanks did Ophelia take to redeem herself each night, Babs, do you recall.”

“Yes, sir, she was quite tough and absorbed several hundred, several times a week.”

He raised her skirt further over her back and slid her legs open with his foot. Her moist cunt lips were visible. It appeared she shuddered when she first became conscious she was on full display.

After the first hundred smacks, Babs was crying softly but she was in control and had not moved from her position. After the second hundred, her ass was more than a bit swollen and fiery red. Babs, was crying uncontrollably. The four guests were ready to get it on. Chip had removed Ann’s dress and Fran had come over to him to get his help removing hers. Fran began to pleasure herself. David resumed Babs spanking. Ann sank to take Chip in her mouth. At the end of three hundred hard smacks, David removed the butt plug and rammed his cock deeply into Babs wide open nether tunnel. She screamed; a combination of pain and pleasure.

David, directed Babs to service Fran. Fran eagerly returned the favor. All five had multiple, throbbing orgasms and were lying on the floor with exhaustion when Chip announced that David had recently passed a most rigorous audit and was going to be the next Vice President of International Operations for Thompson Hospitality Services, Inc.

Ann was impatient to open up The Sub Room back in America and demonstrate to Fran all the elaborate equipment she had designed in it. She would have to make some modifications to accommodate the ballet boot rack.. Perhaps she could get a pair of boots for Fran from old man Howard in his decidedly creepy Sixth Avenue shoe shop.

For the first time she noticed the gleaming gold anklet Fran was wearing. She caught Fran’s eye and nodded in appreciation and understanding. They were to be kindred spirits in a lifestyle of passion filled submissiveness.

THE END