Ringer

By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)

(1)
"I tell you it isn't like that!" shouted Marlene. "Once you get married, it's forever, it's not just until someone else attracts your attention!"
"You have no idea what men are really like," protested Callie. "Why do you think I dumped so many, and why I now don't have a boyfriend?"
"You just had bad luck. Vince isn't like that, and when I marry him he won't go chasing after anyone!"
Callie could almost hear her stomp her foot. Marlene was a good friend of hers, but at eighteen, was five years younger than Callie. She just didn't realise what the score was. Well, thought Callie, I'm going to show her. But how? Then she had an idea.
"What if I can prove to you that marriages break up easily, on only a suspicion? Because women have learnt that that there's no smoke without fire, and that men will screw anyone that makes an offer."
Marlene looked dubious. "And exactly how are you going to do that?"
"Just watch..." said Callie.
Marlene saw her get the phone book and flip through it. Callie called a number, and mumbled wrong number a couple of times, and then she must have hit on what she wanted.
In quite a sultry voice she said, "Beth?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry to bother you, really. But... well... could you tell Stevie I really enjoyed our time together a few nights ago? It
was soooo hot! Thanks."

Marlene looked aghast at Callie. "That's a HORRIBLE thing to do! Anyway, it won't work for anyone who's got a good marriage!"
"You'll see," said Callie. "After a few days of calls with me hanging up every time she's on, she'll begin to wonder about him. I'll bet we see a divorce notice in weeks!" she said, gloatingly.
"You're just plain WRONG! That's really EVIL!" said Marlene, as she stormed out of the apartment slamming the door behind her.
Callie smiled to herself; Marlene would see she was right and call off this stupid marriage. Anyway, she imagined as her mind drifted, why can't I have her? She startled herself with this thought, and examined herself inwardly.
She'd never realised that she was attracted to Marlene. She'd had a short fling with a woman at college, but she always thought of herself as straight. She mentally shrugged. There was nothing in it she was sure - just her mind wandering.
Over the next few days she kept up her campaign until it was 'their' Friday night again. Marlene was still mad at her and wasn't coming round for their usual evening together, so she went to the supermarket to buy a meal for one. She couldn't be bothered to cook properly if she was going to be on her own.
She returned home feeling slightly nervous. In the car park she could have sworn someone was following her, but when she looked back there was only another woman getting into a car. She cautioned herself to be less twitchy about these things. Sometimes, when she was outside she felt a bit paranoid. Of course, she told herself, she was just being sensible.
She microwaved her meal and then sat in front of the TV and started watching some documentary. She didn't really pay much attention to it; she was thinking more about whether she should make any more calls.
A noise made her jump. It sounded like it came from the kitchen. She didn't worry. The door was securely locked and only Marlene had a key.
She finished her meal and put the tray on a table. She was about to get up when she heard the front door slam open. In terror, she looked down the hallway as she saw a figure dressed in black marching towards her. She could see it was a woman with short black hair cut in a bob, but the dark clothing stopped her seeing anything else. The woman looked angry.
Callie started to scream, but it choked in her throat; she sat back hard in her chair almost wedged into the corner. Of course, that meant she didn't see another woman come out of the kitchen holding a bottle and a cloth.
The woman in black marched right up to her, leant over and said in a sharp voice: "*You* must be Callie! I'm Beth! And this is Stevie!"
That was the last thing Callie remembered as the cloth in the other woman's hand came round from behind and was held firmly over her mouth and nose as she tried to struggle while the Beth woman held her down.

(2)
When Callie woke the first thing she realised was that she wasn't in her flat anymore. She was sitting on a stiff-backed chair in a room that smelt of... what? She wasn't sure. And she couldn't see because she'd been blindfolded. She tried hard not to get too frightened and to keep herself under control.
That got harder with the second thing she realised. She was naked! Well, apart from the blindfold and the ties round her arms, legs and elbows.
She couldn't hear much because of the blindfold, but she suddenly realised what the room smelt of - woman. A woman who was sexually aroused. Not her, surely! She didn't feel like she was, as she tried to concentrate on what she was feeling. No, it definitely wasn't her, but the room reeked of it.
She heard a door open and then two sets of feet clicking towards her across what was obviously an uncarpeted floor.
"Well, well, you're awake then."
Callie immediately recognised Beth's voice. She'd only heard it once, but she wasn't likely to forget it.
"When can we play?" said a softer voice. Also female.
Oh god, thought Callie, I've been phoning a couple of dykes! And what did she mean by play?
"Soon, sweetheart," said Beth. "First I'm sure Callie wants to know what's going on, don't you?"
Callie nodded. Her mouth was dry. "Can I have some water please," she said.
"Of course. Stevie will go and get you some, won't you Stevie?"
Callie heard her mutter something like "Yes, Mistress," and she wondered what the hell she'd got herself into.
"Right," said Beth. While she's getting you the water, let's remove the blindfold. Shut your eyes and open them slowly so the light doesn't hurt them."
Callie felt the blindfold being removed. She gradually opened her eyes thinking, well, she seems to be quite kind anyway.
As her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked up and saw Beth standing in front of her. She wasn't dressed in the dark clothes she'd had on before, but she was still in black. Callie gasped. Beth was dressed in a one-piece which would have covered her breasts had there not been semi-circles cut out of it. Callie's eyes travelled downward. She saw that the vee where the teddy, (that was the only word she could think of to describe it), curved between her legs revealing an open crotch. This was complemented with black, stay-up stockings.
Beth was quite tall, and looked strong. Above all she looked... the only word that came to mind was - commanding.
Then Callie looked round the room. There were some rugs, but it was mainly linoleum. It was the furniture though that made her gasp again: an x-shaped cross against a wall. Something that looked like one of those things you jump over in a school gym. Items of clothing hung from the walls, seemingly in a similar material to the outfit Beth was wearing, a table laid out with what looked like a collection of vibrators... it went on. Callie gulped.
Beth smiled, showing her teeth. "You like our little playroom then?"

(3)
Before she could answer Stevie walked in carrying a tray with a water jug and glass. Callie thought she looked gorgeous, but she was dressed in an odd way too. Very odd, in fact. Callie looked more closely as Stevie walked towards her. Oh, my god, she thought, she's dressed like a maid! But in the same material that Beth had on. Sort of slinky and shiny and tight. And the dress was really short. She couldn't bend over in it without showing everything! Callie was worried now. As she placed the tray on the small table next to Callie, she came very close. Callie could smell the material. It was latex. She recognised it because she had bought a blue latex dress to wow one of her ex's.
"Callie!" Callie turned round sharply to look at Beth, obeying her instinctively.
"Let me tell you why you're here and how. You made those nasty phone calls, but you didn't think about Caller ID. So we knew your number. As it happens, we didn't need to know much more. Your friend Marlene came to your apartment one day when you were out, and went though your phone list until she found us. Then she rang us on Wednesday evening, right after your call, in fact. She told us what was going on and offered us your keys... And the rest you can guess. Perhaps you should have thought through you're 'idea' a bit more?"
Callie looked aghast. She was horrified. Marlene had betrayed her. Why? She was only trying to stop her from making a mistake. And she could see Beth was angry. She wasn't surprised, but she'd never intended...
Beth started speaking again. "So, now you're here and we're going to have a fun time this weekend. Only Marlene would notice you were missing and, well... And pretty soon you're going to be doing things you've probably never even have thought of, and doing them willingly!"
"Never!" said Callie.
Beth just smiled. Callie looked at Stevie who had remained quiet; she was grinning from ear to ear. Callie quailed inside, but was determined not to show it.
"Stevie is going to untie you now. You can struggle all you like, but she's very strong. We both work out and keep in shape. And there's always me if you become too awkward. So, you make your own mind up. You won't get out of here. Only we have the key. So why don't you just relax and enjoy what's to come?"
Callie could hear the laughter in her voice and almost snapped at her. But she thought it would be better to bide her time. So she acquiesced. Just for now, she thought.

(4)
Stevie untied her from the chair and lifted her up. Callie started to relax until she felt cuffs slipped over her wrists and locked. Still, she was much more mobile now, and if there was a chance she thought she could take it.
Beth said sweetly, "Perhaps, you'd like a few clothes?"
Callie nodded and said, "Yes, please," like this was all normal, not really thinking what sort of clothes.
"Good. Stevie will walk you over to our wardrobe. Then we'll select some things for you. I'm sure you'll enjoy them!"
By now Beth was almost leering and left Callie wondering where all this was leading. She wasn't stupid. She saw what they were wearing. But if wearing a few clothes would keep them happy then she was all for it.
Beth opened the cupboard. All Callie could see was wall-to-wall black latex. The smell was almost overpowering.
Beth rummaged around in there and came out with a few items.
"Ok," said Beth, "now we'll fit them on. We'll need to talc them and you a bit as we do it, so don't be worried."
It was fine at first. The latex garter belt, then the latex stockings and the latex gloves that covered most of her arms. She became more perturbed when they fitted the latex bra. It was all right when they put it on - until Beth started pinching her nipples. She started struggling then, at least until she felt Stevie behind her, wrench her shoulders back, pushing her breasts out and making it painful to resist. Oh, she complained, but eventually, the bra was on her, and her nipples were pointing out nicely through the small holes in the bra cup. And the way those small holes gripped, Callie knew her nipples weren't going soft at any time soon.
The last item was in Beth's hands. Some panties at last, even if they were latex. She put her foot through each hole and Beth pulled them up her legs. As she did so, Callie realised that she was feeling something inside the panties brushing against her leg. She started to panic a bit. She even managed to pull away from Stevie a little before Beth grabbed her as well.
Beth commanded her to hold still, not that she could do much else. When she did, Beth let go and stood back looking at her, now almost completely covered in latex garments, and with a pair of latex panties half way up her thighs.
"So, you want to make it difficult? Ok. Stevie, take her to the table."
Stevie dragged her across the room as she had problems walking in those panties. Her wrist cuffs were then attached to clips behind her, pulling her arms up. Now she couldn't move her upper body.
Callie had given up being frightened and was more concerned at not getting Beth angry. When Beth told her to open her legs the panties were pulled up a little further. She did so, and felt Beth reach between her thighs and oil something there. But it wasn't what she thought. Callie was surprised to find it was soft, more like a hollowed out dildo than the solid one she was expecting. She became startled as the front was pushed into her and the panties pulled up further at the front.
Next, Stevie turned her round and the same process occurred again. Callie wasn't bothered, she quite enjoyed having her ass played with, and the soft thing that was pushed into her when the panties were pulled up at the back wasn't a problem. Nor when the panties were pulled up tightly at the front, that is, until she realised that she'd got quite turned on with all the attention to her sensitive regions.
She realised now, that between the two of them, she wasn't going to escape this. But she wouldn't give in; they'd have to force her to do anything.
They unlocked Callie from the clips and she was almost carried over to the x-shaped cross. A wrist was cuffed to each of the upper arms of the cross, and then ankle cuffs were used to secure her to the bottom ones.
Beth moved back and stood looking at her; Stevie stood behind Beth. Callie felt a little scared, a little light-headed and quite aroused.
Stevie, who had seemed to be so quiet to Callie, looked at her with that hunger again, and said in small voice, "Mistress, can I play now?"
Beth turned to her and said silkily, "Yes, now you can. I'll just watch for the moment, darling."
Callie knew this must've all been planned, but all the same she shivered slightly as Stevie advanced on her...

(5)
Stevie started to kiss her. Callie remembered what it was like when this had happened before with the girl at college. She wasn't restrained then of course.
It was nice. She enjoyed it. Stevie was a good kisser. Their tongues played, darting round each other's mouths, caressing like wet silk. Stevie began playing with her nipples, already erect and poking through those holes in the latex. She pinched them quite hard, making Callie try and pull back, but the effect seemed to be to make her feel more aroused. She had to admit she was enjoying this, though she'd never give in to them, or admit it.
Then, Stevie stopped kissing her and began to lick and suck the nipples instead. First she would nibble them and pull them quite hard. Then she sucked, quite hard again. When she seemed satisfied, she licked them, over and over. Callie didn't think her nipples had ever seemed this big or as hard. And the sensations were out of this world.
Next, Callie felt fingers playing with her cunt, sometimes being inserted in the rubber sleeve inside her, now caressing her cunt from the outside, then the inside again.
Callie began to boil over; the sensation of the latex rubbing against her wet cunt was incredible. As her lips swelled inside the latex, being held tightly, the friction magnified every touch, every stroke, every caress. When her clit grew, pushing against the latex, every movement of the fabric stroked it to bring even greater sensations arcing through her body.
Stevie stopped. Callie was acutely disappointed. Stevie went to the side and picked up what looked like a cat-o'-nine-tails that was hanging on the wall. As aroused as she was, dripping into the latex panties, Callie started shouting, "NO. NO, NO, NO"
Beth looked amused, Stevie intoxicated.
Stevie came towards Callie and lifted her right arm, then whooshed down with the cat, right on her left nipple. Callie shrank back. Then something strange happened. Callie realised that the cat was latex, and that although it stung slightly, it felt marvellous. Stevie swung again, this time at the other nipple. Callie didn't move this time. Stevie repeated it. How many times? Callie lost count. But by the time Stevie stopped, Callie was pushing her breasts towards the cat, asking for it, if not vocally, then by posture.
Callie felt her body beginning to spasm. She knew she was getting close to coming. Beth and Stevie came forward and unlocked her from the cross, and then they bent her over, locking her hands much lower down, and then locking her feet to the same place. She could sway slightly, but she couldn't otherwise move.
She felt hands caress her ass where the latex was stretched over it, then fingers invade her ass and her cunt at the same time, caressing her though the latex. Her body started rocking, then the fingers stopped again. Callie, unable to see, heard steps go towards the wall again and then come back. She felt something more solid resting on her ass. Thin, tapering. They were going to cane her!! She tried to protest, but in the position she was, she could hardly shout at all. Hands started caressing her cunt again, then they stopped and the cane was lifted.
Thwack!
The first stroke seared into her ass.
Thwack! Thwack!
Then another and another.
She screamed each time. Then more, until her ass felt like it was burning all over.
It stopped again.
She felt the hands caressing her again, and she realised that the burning had suffused into a heat which was inflaming her cunt, making her so wet she could feel the latex slipping against her skin as she was caressed from behind. Several times they brought her to the edge, the hands finding all her sensitive spots. All she could see were four pairs of legs behind as she began losing control.
By the fourth or fifth time, Callie didn't know which, they brought her so close. And then she felt the cane again and again, and it thrashed into her hard, repeatedly, and she felt herself coming like she'd never come before, screaming, unlike anything ever before, "Yes,yesyesyeysyeyes Yeeeeeeeessssssss!"
If Beth and Stevie hadn't held her, she felt sure she'd have fallen sideways. The restriction though seemed to add to the pleasure. She'd never come by being caned before or any other way other than through 'normal' sex. She couldn't believe what had happened. But she was still determined not to give in.
They unlocked her from that position and took her back to the cross. This time they just chained her wrists to it.

(6)
Beth stared at her. Callie was sweating from the orgasm she'd had, still panting slightly, her nipples a dark red, her mouth and lips still slightly swollen, and a red flush from her breasts to her neck.
"Well," said Beth, "Still saying you won't do anything willingly that we ask?"
Callie looked her straight in the eyes. "Never." She tried to spit at her, but it came as a sort of gasping, whispering sound. She repeated herself, it was better the second time.
"I see," said Beth questioningly. "Well, we'd better leave you alone to think about it hadn't we? Of course, we wouldn't like to waste the state you're in. I would think you're still pretty aroused?"
Callie just looked, not saying anything, though she knew Beth was right.
While Stevie was locking her feet to the cross again, Beth went back to the cupboard and pulled out another latex item. Callie was too exhausted to fight.
Callie tried to struggle when Beth placed a half mask with a long thin tube over her head, but she was no longer able to resist.
The mask covered her nose and mouth and had a tube that went into the middle of the mask and hung down. Callie bent her head to watch as the end of tube, which seemed to have a small round end on it, was pushed into the top of her latex panties. She felt the end being pushed into the mouth of her cunt inside the rubber 'sleeve' that was already there.
Then Beth went to the table and acme back with two dildos. One short and slim, one a fatter longer one. Callie didn't have to be a rocket scientist to guess where they were going, and she was right. The fatter one was pushed into the sleeve inside her cunt. They adjusted the tube so that it was just lying on top of the sleeved dildo. Stevie bent down and pushed the other one into the sleeve in her ass.
Then something Callie hadn't expected. She saw them pick up some wires off the table and plug them into the back of each dildo. Callie quickly realised that they were actually vibrators. They surprised her again when they plugged the wires, first into a wall socket, and then another wire from each vibrator went into a laptop computer that had been placed on the table. Finally, another wire from the computer was somehow attached to the front of the facemask. Callie couldn't really see or understand what they were doing there. Both women went back to the computer and were hitting keys. Callie had no idea what they were up to.
Stevie stayed by the computer. Beth walked up to her.
"Callie, we've decided to give you a few hours to think it over. In case you're wondering..." Beth stopped and laughed, "... of course you are! Well, the tube going into your mask will fill your nose with your own scent. The two vibrators are set up in a special way. The computer will control when they run and when they stop according to what we've set up. The small ball on the end of the tube measures you're wetness and, well, you'll see..."
With that she marched off, motioning Stevie to come with her. Callie watched as they both left the room and Beth turned out the light.
It was pitch black. The room had no windows. Callie stood there supported by the cross. She could feel the vibrators, and her ass was still stinging from the caning.
She felt a buzzing start between her legs. First the one in her ass, then the one in her cunt. She started to get wet. Then the buzzing stopped for a few moments, and then started again. The more it happened, the more aroused she got. After half-an-hour she was almost screaming to come. But they always switched off when she was nearly there.
Her hands and feet were tied. The vibrators were on, and then they were off. Then on again. She could do nothing about that, or the mask on her face. The hose led down into her latex panties. All she could smell was latex and her own arousal. Such exquisite agony.
And she had to wait till daybreak...

(7)
She felt the cool air rather than heard the door open. She'd lost track of time. Was it morning? What day was it? Why couldn't she COME?!!!!"
Footsteps. Two people. Maybe. She couldn't concentrate. She couldn't think. All she knew was she wanted to come. Over and over. She was so wet with the constant arousal it had leaked down one side of her latex panties and dripped down her leg.
Maybe they'd let her come? Would they? Please? She couldn't speak. She couldn't do anything. Please, PLEASE, let them make me come.
She heard a voice. It was Beth's. She could recognise that voice.
"Callie, it's a nice morning. I expect you'd like to be able to go and see the sun? What's that? Oh, the mask. Of course. How silly of me. Here let me unstrap it for you. There, that's better. Now, as I was saying, breakfast on the porch in the sun?"
Callie struggled to get her saliva going. Eventually she looked at Beth and whispered, "Please, please let me COME. PLEASE!"
"I don't know," said Beth menacingly, "you haven't been co-operative so far. Maybe you'd like to tell me if..."
So quickly, it even surprised her, Callie shot back, "Anything!"
Beth smiled. "You mean you'll be co-operative for the rest of the weekend and do anything we want?"
"YES!!" Callie almost screamed.
"Hold that thought," said Beth, and walked out of the room. Callie expected her to bring Stevie into the room with her. Instead, another figure entered. Very definitely a woman, cased from head to toe in latex. They both stood in front of Callie. It wasn't Stevie. Too short and the wrong colour hair.
Beth looked at Callie again "Now tell me what you want!"
Callie was completely defeated. "I want to COME!"
"And you'll behave in any way we ask for the rest of the weekend and do anything we want?"
"YES!"
"Say it!"
"Ill do anything you want and behave anyway you want for the whole weekend if you'll JUST LET ME COME!!!"
Beth walked over to the computer, and pressed a key. All the while this had been going on, the vibrators had continued there on and off. Now they speeded up.
Callie felt herself getting to the edge. She was almost there. Beth hit another key, looked at her and said, "You're sure?"
This time Callie screamed her YES so loudly her throat hurt.
Beth hit a key again. The vibrations continued and Callie came, so much more than she had when they'd started. She felt like she was exploding inside. She writhed against the chains holding her, coming over and over and over. Her whole self felt as if it resided in her cunt. She screamed as she filled the latex panties with even more juice. Finally she collapsed, hanging down, held by the chains.
The visitor removed the latex helmet from her head and walked up to Callie whose head was bowed. Callie just about registered the high-heeled shoes in her vision.
She felt the visitor grab her hair and pull her head up, and say, "I'm going to have great fun with you this weekend. We all are. And I told you I'd have no problems with Vince!"
Callie's eyes refocused as she heard the familiar voice and she saw Marlene's face grinning at her.
"Callie, you really made the biggest mistake ever when you phoned my friends..."
After that weekend though, Callie never thought of it as a mistake at all.

The story idea from me was:

This is from a short i.e. 50 word story contest.  It leaves everything very open. The background I have to it is a woman being dominated by another, probably nc, maybe she's being trained? Not sure as yet, but the piece is:

Her hands were tied. The vibrator was on, and then it was off. Then on again. She could do nothing about it. And the mask on her face. The hose led down into her latex panties. All she could smell was latex and her own arousal. Such exquisite agony

The story idea from SaraH was:

A young girl (18 or so) wants to prove to her friend, about to get married, that any marriage can be easily broken. She calls random numbers in the phone book that have husband and wife listings (i.e. Smith, Bob and Jane). She ends up with Lisa and Terry (or some even more androgynous male/female name) and when a woman answers, she says, "Lisa?" "Yes?" "I'm sorry to bother you, really. But... well... could you tell Terry I really enjoyed our time together a few nights ago? It
was soooo hot! Thanks." She hangs up. She begins to call and hang up when Lisa answers over the next few days.

Little does she know that Terry is a woman, and they have Caller ID. And revenge and punishment are dishes served quite hot, in this case.