On A Short Leash
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Chrissie tried to moderate the volume of her cries and the sound was muffled by Emma’s pressing cheeks but she couldn’t stop herself completely as the pain was so severe; she’d never had her labia whipped before and she was in agony. But at least she was the centre of Emma’s attention once again.
She had to try to absorb the pain and keep working with her tongue. She had to please Emma, which was her whole purpose. She longed for a word of praise, a pat on the head, some gesture of recognition but all she got was pain and more pain. That was Emma’s way. If she wanted to be Emma’s special girl, she had to endure it. She would need to start thinking of herself as Emma’s bitch because that was what her mistress wanted and her desires should never be thwarted. Emma was a beautiful and superior woman who should have whatever she wanted.
She believed Emma shouldn’t be judged by the standards used for ordinary mortals. In her eyes, Emma was a goddess.
Chrissie knew her sex lips were bruised and swollen and they would look purple to Emma from her position, throned on Chrissie’s face.
The burning sensation was gradually giving way to a kind of bitter sweet pleasure and Chrissie began to wriggle and writhe as the loop at the end of the crop caressed her. The weapon was beginning to pleasure her and make her juicier; it was a cruel kind of masturbation.
She wanted to make Emma’s sex sing in the same way so she licked and slurped and sucked for all she was worth, then made her tongue rigid like a little cock. Emma’s juice was flowing over her face and the taste and smell intoxicated her. The quim juice of all women might taste similar but each was subtly different too; if there were flavours then Emma’s was the most delectable.
When Emma’s orgasm was over and she raised herself, drips fell on Chrissie’s face, stinging her eyes. When the riding crop was motionless, her own gathering climax was curtailed but she had to accept that Emma’s needs were paramount.
She watched Emma get dressed again. She tried rubbing herself against Emma’s leg like the faithful, affectionate poodle she was, but received a blow from the crop for her pains.
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Chrissie and Susannah shared a cage and found they shared much more. Unknown to each other, they had each developed feelings for Emma and Andy to the point where they were obsessed.
Susannah described what had happened at Septimus Grey Academy and Chrissie spoke of her first visit to the island, her incarceration in Andy’s flat and her adventures when she was hired out as a skivvy slave.
They spoke to each other about the feelings of respect, admiration, no, adoration they felt for their master and mistress and both found it a solace to be able to talk to the other endlessly on the subject.
Living together so intimately, the girls developed a deep friendship; they were rivals but it didn’t sour their relationship.
They coached each other in how to behave like a dog, improving on the way they walked round the cage and learning to communicate without using language.
Susannah pulled Emma in the dog cart racing and, if she was allowed to watch, Chrissie was always there, cheering her on.
The island was the venue for the big autumn show, the climax of the season. Susannah and Rex had been practising hard for weeks to give Emma the best chance of carrying off the carting trophy.
Both girls were groomed for the beauty parade. Chrissie’s hair was still cropped short but Susannah’s golden hair had grown back to a length that pleased her.
Chrissie knew just how good they looked as they stepped out into the ring with Emma in her red corset, knew it before they heard the applause from the crowd but it was a reception that gave them added confidence. There wasn’t an owner or trainer to come close to Emma either in looks or in presentation.
There was pressure on them after the first stages because they were joint favourites in the betting and Chrissie could tell how nervous Susannah was before she was yoked with Rex. Her naked body glistened with sweat
Like all the other spectators, Chrissie was caught up in the excitement of the race once it began; there seemed to be only two carts with a realistic chance of winning and she found herself willing Emma on against what looked like a formidable rival.
She gasped at one point when she thought the two carts were going to collide.
There seemed to be roughly equal numbers of spectators supporting Emma and the big woman driving the other cart. It looked like the classic battle between good and evil because Emma’s attractive appearance was in contrast to the cruel, ruthless look of the other driver.
Chrissie found herself jumping up and down as the two carts hit the home straight almost neck and neck.
The rest of the crowd cheered on their favourite team as they headed for the finishing line. Chrissie wondered if the big woman would cheat in some way; she looked capable of using any tactic to win.
The carts thundered along at a breakneck speed, their wheels lifted off the ground when they encountered bumps in the track.
Through clouds of dust, Chrissie was just able to see Emma cross the finishing line with only inches between the two carts. She’d won!
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When it came to the time, Susannah was glad to be mated with Rex.
Chrissie felt she was even luckier because Emma gave permission to Andy to father her child.
Both babies were girls which pleased everyone.
Also by Lindsay Ross…
THE MORTIFICATION OF ISABEL by Lindsay Ross
When the naïve, young Isabel takes a position as a live-in assistant to Laurence Povey, an adventurer, who was blinded in a terrible accident, she believes she’ll be writing his memoirs. Instead she records a shocking story about the self-mortification of nuns! After suffering through this indelicate tale, she’s hardly surprised when she discovers the real purpose of her employment. Late one night she’s led into a ghastly dungeon beneath the house. Much to her horror, she finds that this is her new home. She will suffer harsh abuse in this dreadful place, and be turned into her master’s guide dog, a perfectly obedient puppy! She’s forced to crawl on all fours and sleep in a cage. She’s flogged for any transgression, suffering brutal punishments, then is quickly introduced to sex. Soon, she’s nothing but a play toy for Laurence and his band of fellow sadists. Suspension bondage, sexual abuse, plus straight, lesbian, strap-on, anal and some m/m sex. Certainly not for the timid reader!
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