by Kim Knight
Kaitlin licked her dry lips, ‘I have no right to pleasure this body, Mistress, I’m sorry.’
‘Who does have the right?’
‘You, Mistress,’ she whispered, ‘You and you alone have the right to pleasure this body.’
Madeline circled her several more times before stopping behind her, stroking her buttocks with the crop again. She leant forward slightly, ‘As you said, I alone have the right to pleasure this body ... and with that right comes the right to allow others to pleasure it as I see fit.’
Kaitlin tensed as the meaning of her Mistress’ words became clear. She sensed another approaching but she dared not turn to see who it was, she was already in enough trouble. She gasped as a blindfold was slipped over her eyes, blinding her perfectly. Her hands were pulled in front of her and fastened in metal cuffs, the short chain between them clinking loudly in the silence. Her ankles were pushed apart and then she felt leather sliding around her calf. A slight movement and she realised that a spreader bar had been put between her legs, keeping her ankles firmly apart. She strained to hear and managed to catch the clinking of metal.
‘Hands above your head,’ her Mistress commanded.
She did so, breathing heavily as the chain between her wrists was slipped over a hook. The same clinking started again and Kaitlin gasped as her arms were pulled taut. The upward movement continued and she had to stretch to keep her toes touching the floor in an attempt to stop herself from moving.
After a few moments, the chain above her was tightened even further and, with a small cry, Kaitlin felt her feet lift from the ground. Her body slowly turned and she marvelled at the unbelievable sensation. Spread wide by the bar between her ankles, hands secure above her head and completely blind – she was truly at the mercy of her Mistress and the unseen stranger who had joined them.
‘Hear me well, slave,’ Madeline announced, running the crop along her thigh, ‘I will punish you for your indiscretion later ... let that thought warm your filthy pussy while I enjoy the sight of your abuse now.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ she whispered in reply, her whisper turning into a small cry as a stinging blow from the crop flattened her breasts a few inches above her nipples.
The crop stung her flesh over and over, the blows and her quivered reaction causing her to slowly spin. She quickly became light-headed and the strange sensation of being suspended above the floor made her feel as if she were hovering. The whipping was the most amazing build up and through the rising pain of it, her arousal grew to match. One overriding thought kept the cries at her lips and her nipples hard – this was what living was. Suffering the whims of her Mistress, for the pleasure of her Mistress – nothing else mattered but that.
The whipping, which had seemed to last an eternity while the blows raised welts on her sweat-smothered skin, now quickly ended and she was lowered to the floor and laid upon her back, arms still cuffed and legs widely spread. Her heart quickened at the thought of what was to come. The cock slid into her in one deep, violent thrust. With a cry she lifted her hips and cried out as she was penetrated deeply. There was no pause, no hesitation. The cock withdrew and then plunged back into her. The rhythmic fucking soon had her buttocks slapping the floor and the sheer animalistic nature of it had her screaming. Despite the wild build up of pleasure, Kaitlin retained enough of her senses to remember that she had already angered her Mistress tonight and she was determined not to do it again. ‘Mistress, may I come?’
The answer was a long time coming but eventually Madeline replied, ‘And if I said no – how could an over-sexed slut such as yourself hope to stop your desires?’
‘Mistress, if you command it then I ... I ..’ she didn’t finish the sentence, she didn’t know what to say.
Her Mistress laughed with genuine amusement before announcing, ‘You may come, slut and be grateful for it.’
‘Yes, Mistress ... thank you Mistress!’ the last syllable turned into cry as the cock drove into her, spurred on by the Madeline’s permission. Kaitlin cried out and shuddered uncontrollably, her legs banging against the floor and rattling the spreader bar between her ankles. The cock drove into her over and over again, stretching her climax out like a string ready to snap. And when it did snap, when the pleasure could be contained no more, her body succumbed. Her mouth wide open in a silent scream, her body quivering as if electrified as her mind was lost to the temporary abyss of orgasm.
The blindfold was yanked from her eyes, the harshness of it pulling her back to her senses. The cock slid from inside her and she looked up to stare at the person who had fucked her so perfectly. Her first sight was the thick rubber dildo, strapped tightly around a slim, perfect waist. The abdomen above was smooth and fit, above that rounded breasts and swollen nipples. The young woman who stared at her, face flushed with arousal, was gorgeous. Kaitlin stared back dumbly, unable to react.
‘Hands and knees,’
Kaitlin moved on automatic, following her Mistress’ commands without question. The tiniest smile from the naked woman in front of her made Kaitlin’s heart flutter. The woman’s slim fingers unfastened the strap and slipped it carefully around Kaitlin’s waist. She shivered as she felt her nails graze her flesh. The dildo was a strange weight at her front, skewing her centre of gravity. She stared as the young woman turned and presented her arse and pussy. Kaitlin waited, having been given no command from her Mistress.
‘I would like to see you fuck this slave,’ Madeline announced as she moved over to tap the young woman between the shoulder blades, ‘Fuck her hard,’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ Kaitlin replied and shuffled forward. Her hands gently gripped the other woman’s hips as she gently pulled her back.
She hissed as the crop suddenly stung her back, ‘What did I just fucking say?’
‘Sorry, Mistress,’ Kaitlin said and quickly positioned the dildo at the entrance to the slave’s cunt. Gripping her hips, she pulled her back as she pushed forward and the slave’s head flew back, her scream ripping the air. Kaitlin pulled back and the crop sliced her buttocks, driving her forward again, making them both cry out. The crop set the tempo of her fucking and she revelled in its command. The crop timed her thrusts and sent her thrusting harshly into the other slave until, within minutes, they were both panting with lust. Her buttocks were soon on fire to such a degree that she barely noticed when the beating had stopped. The thick end of a dildo pushed at her slick cunt and she tensed with anticipation, her nails digging into the quivering hips before her. The dildo slid home and Kaitlin sighed, feeling another climax begin in her loins. She was aware of her Mistress’ thighs pressing against her own and she sighed with gratitude – truly her Mistress was honouring her tonight.
All too soon the fake cock slid from her pussy and the two slaves were commanded to separate.
‘On your back,’ Madeline told Kaitlin who quickly obeyed. A nod from the tall Mistress and the other slave sat astride the glistening rubber that jutted upwards from Kaitlin’s pelvis. With a sigh she slid down its length, closing her eyes and quivering. A flick from the crop sent her forward and their breasts pressed together, their lips meeting. Their kiss was hungry and made Kaitlin’s head swim with desire for the beautiful creature. Suddenly the slave pulled back and the echo of the crop rippled the air around them. Her buttocks quivered as further blows lined her flesh. Kaitlin watched her as she quivered beneath the whip, her own arousal almost unbearable. Then suddenly the slave’s eyes widened with surprise, quickly followed by intense pleasure.
She gasped and cried out, ‘Ohhhh ... thank you, Mistress!’
Kaitlin glanced over her shoulder to see Madeline sliding the dildo between the slave’s buttocks and into her tighter passage. The slave came quickly, gasping and screaming her thanks to their Mistress as her juices soaked Kaitlin’s thighs. Kaitlin held the quivering slave as she sobbed against her shoulder.
When their Mistress was done, they both turned to offer thanks and drove their Mistress to the very brinks of delight. Kait
lin worked hard to please her Mistress, knowing that she might perhaps earn a little respite from the punishment that had been promised her.
When she had recovered enough, Madeline sent the other slave away and then moved to the side of the room. She returned a few moments later with a set of harsh metal clamps. Kaitlin studied them and knew, with a familiar flutter in her groin, that no respite would be forthcoming.
Chapter Seven:
The slave who had fucked Kaitlin after her first suspension was called Anna. Shorter than their Mistress but dark-haired also. Kaitlin quickly realised that she was a customer of Madeline’s, one who had decided to pay extra to enjoy similar delights again. Nothing was mentioned but Kaitlin was shrewd enough to know a business transaction when she saw one. Kaitlin should have perhaps been aggrieved that her Mistress was making money out of her – after all, Anna was paying to be abused and fucked, if Kaitlin was party to that, what did that make her? But the thought never entered her head. Her Mistress commanded her and she obeyed. If she wanted Kaitlin to tongue Anna’s soaking pussy while she hung from the ceiling, quivering under the blows of a harsh flogger, then Kaitlin would do so without question. The rewards to follow were priceless and Kaitlin almost felt sorry for Anna – she was paying for such pleasures, Kaitlin was not.
Kaitlin thrust the dildo into Anna one last time and rolled off, breathless and flushed with passion. After a moment to recover, Anna rolled off the bed and nodded at their Mistress before she moved to the corner of the room to dress. From her seat in the shadows, Madeline studied her in silence. Once dressed, some of Anna’s normal persona returned and she met Madeline’s gaze, ‘Next week, as arranged?’ she asked and then added almost as an afterthought, ‘Mistress.’
Madeline nodded, ‘Of course.’
‘Excellent,’ Anna breathed and smiled at Kaitlin, ‘See you then.’
‘You did well tonight,’ Madeline announced, making Kaitlin’s chest flush with pride, ‘Do you think you deserve a reward?’
‘Serving you is reward enough, Mistress,’ she replied with a coy smile, ‘but if you wish more of me ...’
‘You have earned a treat,’ came the response, ‘you may use that dildo on yourself.’
‘Thank you, Mistress,’ Kaitlin quickly unfastened the phallus and fell back onto the bed, spreading her thighs and sliding it into her hot pussy. She adjusted the straps so that the leather fell over her labia and clitoris, rubbing against the sensitive flesh as she thrust it back and forth.
‘Tomorrow night we are going to a club,’ Madeline announced as she approached the bed, a glass of wine in her hand.
‘Yes, Mistress?’ Kaitlin gasped.
‘Normally I would not take such a new slave to a club but ... you are a fast learner.’
‘You honour me ... Mistress.’ She slowed the speed of her thrusts as she asked, ‘Mistress, what will be expected of me?’
Madeline slowly put the glass down and leant over the bed, taking the dildo from Kaitlin’s quivering fingers. She slid it back to its tip and then slammed it forward, making Kaitlin cry out, ‘You will obey,’
‘Yes, Mistress,’
‘You will suffer for my pleasure ...’ she slammed the dildo in again, ‘... you will fuck for my pleasure ...’ another violent thrust, ‘... you will do all that is asked of you, for my pleasure.’
‘I will, Mistress,’ Kaitlin groaned, tipping her head back as each forceful thrust lifted her hips from the bed. Suddenly she screamed and the relaxed, panting with spent lust. She lifted her head, ‘Mistress, may I honour you now?’
Madeline shook her head, ‘I shall keep myself aroused until tomorrow night – my climax will be all the better for it.’
Kaitlin dipped her head, ‘I hope I am the one to give you such pleasure,’
Madeline laughed harshly, ‘No, I shall seek out a thick cock to fill my pussy and I shall find an even larger one to stretch you wide.’
She swallowed, ‘Thank you, Mistress.’
‘Get dressed and get out – be back tomorrow at nine.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ the harsh words cooled the sweat on her skin but the anticipation of what was to come heated her soaking pussy.
***
The smell of sex permeated every inch of the club and hung like a blanket in the very air. An intoxicating atmosphere that was smelt and felt at the same time. Sights of leather-bound bodies and naked flesh greeted Kaitlin as she stepped into the club, trailing at her Mistress’ heels. Suited gentlemen and well-dressed ladies moved between them or sat and surveyed the delights from well-placed tables. In the centre of the club was a circular stage, five silver poles adorned it – although the glinting chains that hung down from each suggested that they were used for something other than dancing. The stage was currently unoccupied and Kaitlin was thankful for that – her senses were being battered enough already and the anticipation that had grown steadily during the day was almost painful as it ignited her nerve endings. She followed her Mistress to an unoccupied table and knelt on the floor beside her, head bowed and arms behind her back. She was dressed in tight, sheer black jeans and black leather pumps. On top she wore a deep red, silk blouse and nothing beneath. She lifted her head slightly and studied the other submissives. Some were dressed in fetish-wear, others were naked. Some were dressed as she was in dark, yet plain and ordinary clothing. Each one looked both fearful and excited, clearly marking them as newbies – as her Mistress had explained. Only the experienced slaves were dressed to match their level – the naked slaves being the most experienced. Kaitlin wondered if she would ever walk naked through this room. The thought tightened her nipples and made her pussy spasm. She pushed the thoughts aside and concentrated on the feel of her Mistress beside her – if she didn’t calm herself, the first touch of a firm hand and she would climax instantly. Such an occurrence would shame her Mistress and the thought of that was like a shower of cold water.
‘The gentleman offers you a drink,’
Kaitlin jumped at the sound of a light, female voice and she looked up. The waitress was dressed in a tight white blouse and short skirt, her naked thighs were smooth and gorgeous. As Kaitlin watched, the waitress waved her hand towards another table and a Master seated there raised his glass in greeting, smiling at Madeline. A soft laugh rippled from Madeline’s throat as she shook her head, ‘You can tell Master David that my slave is far too new to have his attentions – as he knows full well. Tell him that if I wanted my slave’s arse ruined by a huge cock, I would have gone to him first.’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
The waitress moved to the other table. A few moments later the sound of his good natured laugh echoed over to them and he nodded before standing and turning for the bar.
They were offered drinks by three others over the next few minutes, but Madeline declined them all. ‘I grow weary of some of the people in this club,’ she announced, ‘they do not bother to look at the position of a slave before offering their attentions.’
‘Mistress, may I ask a question?’
‘Yes,’
‘Do you know everyone here?’
Madeline sighed, ‘I know many and I know the types. Were I not more careful I would have had many a slave ruined by a careless hand.’
‘Then I am grateful to have you, Mistress.’
‘As you should be with every breath that you take.’
‘Yes, Mistress,’ she whispered and lowered her head again.
More offers were given and refused and Madeline also offered drinks to different Masters and Mistresses. Her offers were also turned down as the dominants sought more experienced flesh. Kaitlin started to worry that her inexperience would fail her Mistress and she glanced up. Her Mistress seemed unconcerned though and Kaitlin relaxed.
They had been in the club for perhaps half an hour when a middle-aged Master approached their table. He held a glass of wine out to Madeline who studied him for a moment before nodding and taking the glass. Smiling, he sat beside her and leant forward to stud
y Kaitlin.
‘Has your bitch got a name?’
Madeline’s eyebrows flicked up, ‘My bitch is Kat.’ Her tone suggested that she was unhappy with his question and he nodded an apology. They sipped their wine in silence for several moments before he moved his hand to rest it on Madeline’s thigh.
‘Would you like a sample?' she asked him.
His smile was enough of an answer and he leant back to unfasten his fly, freeing his rapidly hardening cock.
‘Get to it,’ Madeline snapped and Kaitlin quickly crawled around the table, moving between his spread legs and clasping the root of his cock between her fingers. Her lips moved over his dome, flicking the end with her tongue and making him groan loudly. She slipped her lips over his cock and sucked him down to his root, making him gasp and quiver. From the corner of her eye she could see her Mistress watching intently, making sure that she was servicing the man properly. She worked hard to do her proud and within minutes the man was groaning loudly. Suddenly he bucked his hips and shot his seed deep down her throat.
‘Well now,’ the man laughed breathlessly, ‘I hope her pussy feels as good as her mouth.’
Madeline smiled at him as she stood, ‘I have it on good authority that her pussy is one of the best fuck holes around ... her arse too.’
‘Excellent,’ he breathed as he stood beside her and directed towards the back of the club, ‘shall we?’
They led her to a private room with low lighting and an array of tools. Two chains hung from the ceiling and it was towards these that the man directed. ‘I think she will do best here, don’t you think? A little whipping to start?’
Madeline nodded, ‘Yes, but I must recommend the flogger to warm her up, she is a little inexperienced.’
