by David James
And that’s how she arrived at Mistress’s door, sure that the ‘safe’ environment would be far less satisfying than her previous forays into the unknown. But that had not been the case. Her Mistress was costly, but she quickly understood her needs and provided an extraordinary range of bizarre and unusual experiences that were always satisfying and never repetitive.
So now she stood patiently, awaiting information from Sophie about the pattern of the afternoon. The wooden horse had been pushed to one side and a low couch positioned in the centre of the room.
‘We’re going to be discovered playing with each other and experimenting in a way that will make Mistress and her friend angry,’ Sophie told her.
‘Should we undress?’ asked Martha.
‘No, we keep our clothes on, and remember we’re supposed to be naughty sisters experimenting with each other. So why don’t you come over here?’ She sat on the couch and the skirts of her dress spread around her. Martha sat beside her, allowing her skirt to ride up so Sophie could admire her thighs and stocking tops.
‘You are a pretty girl,’ Martha said as she placed a hand on Sophie’s knee. ‘Can I kiss you?’
‘Do you think we should,’ replied Sophie, shyly.
‘Oh, I’m sure a little kiss would be all right.’
‘Yes, please then,’ said Sophie.
Martha slipped the hand under Sophie’s skirt as she gave her a gentle, exploratory kiss. Their lips were warm and cautious in their tender probing, but soon parted as Martha’s tongue eased gently into Sophie’s mouth. Martha’s fingers slid further up Sophie’s thigh and she began to work her fingers underneath the elastic edge of her knickers. Sophie placed her hand behind Martha’s head and lay back on the couch, pulling Martha with her so she could lift her legs and part her thighs. As she repositioned herself so she could comfortably continue to kiss Sophie, Martha admired her shapely, stockinged legs, the pink garters holding them up and the smooth flesh at the tops of her thighs. Sophie’s pretty pink knickers were stretched tightly across her sex mound and allowed the dark line of her already wet slit to show through. She drew in her breath at the prospect of ‘experimenting’ with Sophie and leaned even closer to kiss her, more firmly this time, thrusting her tongue into her mouth. She reached underneath her beautifully rounded bottom and pulled the pink knickers down so she could explore the valley between those lovely cheeks and search for Sophie’s anal hole.
Sophie wriggled as she realised what Martha wanted to do and slipped her hand underneath Martha’s top, running her hand up the naked flesh of her back until she reached her bra strap, which she quickly unclipped. As she felt the increased weight of Martha’s breasts against her she shivered, and felt Martha’s nail scrape against her tight rear entrance until her slim finger popped inside to penetrate her bottom.
She arched her back, trying to free her breasts from their cocoon of fabric, and felt her nipples rasp against the cloth. She wanted to be naked, but she also wanted Martha’s finger to continue its concentric movements inside her secret passage, so interrupting her to undress was impossible.
She moved her hand down between them and slid it up Martha’s thigh, enjoying the feel of silky stocking leading to soft flesh, slipped inside her panties and cupped Martha’s smooth mound, a finger delving the heavenly, slippery channel between her legs. She felt Martha move her hips to accommodate her hand, and she began to rotate her experienced finger around the hard nub of the sensitive clit. Martha gasped and their kiss mutated again, becoming long, soft and slow as they concentrated on the waves of pleasure they were receiving from their mutually sensitive sexual explorations.
Tongues together they writhed on the couch, their bodies moving as one but retaining the separated hand movements that were building them up to a fever pitch. Martha’s breathing gradually became deeper as shudders of excitement began to ripple through her body, and Sophie ground her bottom down as she felt a second finger probe its way up inside her.
Their sighs and panting and whispers of encouragement to each other woke him. He was still chained in the small cell but the tensions of the previous few hours had overcome him and he’d fallen asleep, still with the first stick of asparagus in his mouth. He listened to the fevered activities beyond his locked door, at first fascinated and then excited by the sounds from the training room.
They arched their backs earnestly as their first climaxes began to wrack their bodies, when the door opened and they were brought sharply back to reality by the crack of Mistress’s whip slashing down onto the floor. They froze and looked up to see the two magnificent women staring down at them, their eyes blazing.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ Mistress demanded.
‘I think that is very clear, Mistress,’ said Diane, in a low voice she’d been practicing to ensure it wouldn’t be recognised by Martha. ‘You would expect well behaved girls to be trusted to play nicely together.’
‘We weren’t doing any harm,’ said Martha rebelliously, aching for her interrupted climax.
‘Don’t you dare defy me!’ Mistress hissed. ‘You are expected to be respectful at all times.’
‘I just don’t see that we were doing anything wrong; it’s what all girls do,’ Martha countered, perhaps deliberately goading her Mistress.
‘I can see you’re going to have to be taught a lesson. Mistress Dee will see that you learn your place.’
Diane nodded, smiling beneath the mask. She did not want to speak any more than was necessary in case Martha recognised her, but she looked forward to making Martha regret her challenge.
‘Come here at once and kneel,’ Mistress demanded.
Martha got up from the couch, her top and skirt sexily dishevelled. She walked to the two gloriously confident women standing tall and beautiful before their slaves.
‘Get undressed,’ snapped Mistress. ‘You look a wreck. And as for you,’ she turned her blazing eyes on Sophie, ‘I’m appalled at your behaviour. I expect much higher standards from you. What were you thinking of?’
‘Martha said it was just a bit of fun, Mistress,’ Sophie said winsomely.
‘So you encouraged her?’ she turned to Martha. ‘Now you’ll see what happens to girls who let their feelings run away with them. Mistress Dee, they need a good whipping.’
Martha had struggled out of her clothes, her delicate bra lying with her silk panties and stockings on the floor, her jacket, blouse and skirt on the couch.
‘Come here,’ Mistress commanded. ‘Stand straight with your head bowed in front of Mistress Dee. Sophie, get undressed and you come here to me.’
Sophie quickly took off her dress and slipped out of her panties and stockings, carefully unbuttoning the shoes and unhooking the corselet, gratefully allowing her breasts to spring free from their restraint, her nipples tingling with the returning flow of blood to their tips.
‘Now, as you’re so keen to be together we’ll see how you like it when you can’t be free of each other.’
Absolutely naked, Martha and Sophie obediently turned to face each other. Each saw a genuinely lovely young woman, beautifully proportioned, one light and one dark-blonde, with superb breasts, narrow waists and exquisitely curved thighs that held between them the promise of achingly sensuous sex.
‘Put your arms around each other. Hold each other close.’
The two moved together and involuntarily stiffened as their breasts touched. Martha felt Sophie’s prominent nipples nestle into her flesh, and her own nipples swelling in anticipation and excitement as they brushed against Sophie’s silky skin.
‘Closer.’
Sophie pressed forward and wriggled her hips as her sensitive sex was crushed against Martha’s. She could feel Martha’s smooth tummy, undulating in a mixture of fear and pleasure against her own and she felt herself respond immediately, returning the spasms pressure for pressure. Their arms were pulled tight arou
nd each other and Mistress and Mistress Dee pulled their wrists together and strapped them tightly. Their ankles were then shackled together; their feet interlocked, and a strap was tightened around their waists.
‘Kiss now,’ Mistress commanded.
As their lips met a velcro band was pulled around their heads and an elasticised sack was dragged over their heads, holding their mouths tightly together in an enforced kiss.
‘Don’t you think their punishment will be worse if they can see what’s coming?’ Mistress Dee suggested.
‘You may be right,’ Mistress replied, ‘but we’ll warm them up first. The paddles to begin with, I think. They will provide a rosy base on which we can stripe the two little tarts.’
She handed a flat paddle to Diane and said, ‘I like these. If you run your fingers across the surface you’ll feel that it’s been coated with a coarse emery cloth. The other side has been waxed smooth. I like to start with the rough.’ She turned to Martha and lightly scraped the paddle across her bare bottom. ‘I understand you like a bit of rough, slut.’
Martha whimpered. The face of the paddle was coarse and provided a harsh reminder of what was likely to happen at any time.
‘So I’ll start with you. I’ll teach you to whore your body to any pig of a man with a large cock.’ She turned to Diane. ‘Be careful to bring the paddle down cleanly. It’s tempting to drag it across the skin as it makes contact, and there is no doubt that the fine scratches across the skin are initially satisfying, but a sharp strike is better in the long run because it raises countless tiny pinpricks, and the result is tremendously rewarding for the dominant and very painful for the submissive.’
She settled the paddle against Martha’s right buttock, raised it and quickly brought it down with a stinging slap, immediately raising a tiny pattern of excruciating rawness and causing Martha to shriek and splutter into Sophie’s mouth. She then turned the paddle over and thrashed the same spot with the polished side of the paddle, and Sophie squealed as the punished nerve-endings were brought to a peak of extraordinary pain.
‘Take your punishment like a proper slave,’ Mistress warned. ‘I do not want every stroke to be accompanied by that snivelling.’
She touched the paddle on the left cheek and swept another blow down firmly and sharply. Sophie gagged but made no further sound.
‘Mistress Dee, would you like to take over while I begin to discipline our other miscreant?’ Mistress asked Diane.
‘It will be my pleasure,’ was the reply, and while Mistress was just beginning to lightly score Sophie’s lovely globes Diane swatted the paddle down on the upper curve of Martha’s bottom with a stinging blow that almost knocked the bound girls over. Martha screamed in agony, and had hardly time to recover her balance before another vicious cut from the paddle drove up onto the lower curve of her cheeks, almost lifting her off her feet. The stroke was so powerful that a raised print of the whole paddle immediately appeared, white then crimson, on Martha’s backside. It was a vicious blow and tears streamed down Martha’s face and the salty fluid seeped into their mouths.
Mistress did not want to admonish Diane in front of Sophie and Martha, so she moved round and with a gesture urged restraint. ‘There’s plenty of time,’ she whispered, before continuing to raise a warm redness on Sophie’s bottom with a series of sharp strokes.
‘You are right, Mistress Dee,’ she said more loudly. ‘For the maximum effect they need to appreciate what we have in store for them.’
Mistress dragged the bag off their heads and took off the velcro band, allowing both girls to gasp for breath, each resting a flushed cheek on the other’s shoulder, eyes closed and sobbing together.
As the pain subsided Martha was conscious of the delicious pressure of Sophie’s breasts against her own, and could feel her slick juices beginning to run down her inner thigh as she responded to the pain. Her mound pressed Sophie’s and she felt her pubic curls cushioned against the smoothness of her partner in pain. She never ceased to be amazed at her reaction to being hurt and humiliated. As a determined businesswoman she should be outraged, but sinking into the slough of submissiveness was a luxury she could not now do without. She drew her head back to kiss Sophie again. She had never been attracted to her own sex, other than some teenage explorations during her school days, when budding breasts and the growth of curly down between thighs were compared. She’d had exploratory fingers probing and investigating her intimacies, and sucked and been sucked on several occasions, but she soon found that a cock was preferable after a friend of her father, staying overnight, crept into her bedroom and bed and took her virginity. She still remembered the pain quickly subsiding as the tip of his fingers caressed her clit, teasing it from its hood and encouraging the flow of her sweet juices.
Then as her hips began to move he chose his moment to press her down on the bed underneath him, until his cock nudged her lips. Quite spontaneously she opened her mouth and tasted the mixture of his sperm and her juice. As he began to swell and fill her mouth she involuntarily sucked, and for the first time realised that despite being crushed beneath a man for that moment, what power she could wield if her natural talents were developed and used properly.
The second fuck that followed was long, slow and leisurely. Once satisfied he dealt with her properly and she experienced her first climax, delicious enough for her to seek to repeat the experience on frequent occasions, and usually with older men.
She’d not had a relationship with another female since; until she arrived at Mistress’s house, where on her very first visit Sophie, by Mistress’s command, forced a strap-on deep inside her and kissed her equally deeply, both on her mouth and later, between her legs.
And ever since she’d craved a woman’s touch.
‘Open your eyes, slut,’ commanded Mistress. Martha obeyed and found herself looking at the cruellest lash she’d ever seen and never imagined. Its long plaited handle was a source to two dozen twisted leather thongs, knotted at every inch or so along their length. Not only would the thongs carry a heavy crimson penalty as they slashed across tender backs and buttocks and thighs, but the knots would bite cruelly into soft flesh.
‘Mistress Dee has selected this for you especially.’ Mistress smiled cruelly. ‘She has a special interest in you and has been waiting for this opportunity for many months.’ She handed the lash to Diane, who flicked it through the air once or twice, appreciating the crack of the thongs as they snapped back at the end of each stroke.
‘I’ll attend to Sophie later,’ Mistress said. ‘For the moment I want to sit back and enjoy this.’ She moved the girls to the centre of the room and undid the handcuffs for a moment, so she could raise their arms high and the chain of both sets of cuffs hooked to a cleat hanging from the ceiling.
‘There, that will allow proper whipping access to your back and buttocks, and now there’s no danger of you toppling over. You might feel some of the tails as they curl around, Sophie, but that can’t be helped, and in any case, I know you’ll enjoy it.’
Diane stepped back, carefully eyeing the distance between her and the naked flesh of her victim. She’d been a little over enthusiastic with the paddle, she knew. Mistress had already taught here that effective punishment did not rely on brute force but technique, but she had not been able to resist putting the maximum power into those first spanks.
She pivoted on her high heels to maximise the swing. Swaying her hips so that her torso could help develop the speed of the lash, she brought it slicing down across Martha’s back. A vivid series of stripes sprang up across the fine pale skin, first white, and then bright red and then the rash of spots created by the tiny knots. Martha shrieked as the waves of agonising pain coursed through her body. Her back arched, grinding her sex mound into Sophie’s, and tears once more sprang to her eyes. The tips of the thongs had curled right round her back and snapped against Sophie’s sides, raising tiny welts on her skin too.
Diane drew back her arm once again, and this time brought the lash lower, across the backs of Martha’s thighs, biting deeply into the tender flesh just below the superb curves of her buttocks.
Mistress held up her hand and moved forward to inspect the damage to Martha’s back. She didn’t want Diane’s enthusiasm to run away with her. She knew Martha could take a great deal of punishment but it was essential it remained within her capacity. She ran her fingers across the weals and then slipped her hand between her thighs. Martha’s sex was wet and her lips swollen and soft, Mistress’s finger slipping into her clutching humidity easily. She was clearly excited by her physical proximity to Sophie and the level of pain she was receiving.
‘She can take another four, Mistress Dee,’ she pronounced. ‘Then we’ll see how she reacts to some serious humiliation.’
Diane flexed her arms and once again took up a position that would allow the lash the fullest sweep before biting into the tender flesh. She had the measure of the whip now, and knew she could use it to flick Sophie while cutting first into Martha.
The lash whistled through the air and landed viciously across Martha’s shoulders, the tips flicking cruelly around the two girls and raising red welts on the sides of their breasts, crushed as they were against each other. The next three lashes worked their way down her back, raising a crisscross pattern that left virtually no area of skin unmarked.
Martha was shaking and sobbing, her beautiful face streaked with tears.
