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                                  Andrew Roller Presents
                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                                     SINS OF THE FLESH

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                                        Chapter Three

         Elaine and Jackie huddled together kissing.  The dildo lay up on the 
nightstand.  The small crotch belt that allowed the dildo to be worn by a 
female looked sensuous and delicate, in contrast to the big rubber prong 
attached to it.  A mere sliver of elasticized cloth ran between the legs and 
stimulated the clitoris while the phallus was being used on a friend.  
Around the waist the cloth was wider, about the width of a man�s belt.  It 
supported the large ersatz penis against the belly.  
         Now the dildo itself was slathered with bottomoil and vaseline, the 
belt dishevelled, stained with pussy juice.  Earlier in the night all had 
been clean, neat, new and ready for use.  Now it was despoiled.  But the 
labor had been worth the effort, including the work that would go into 
cleaning up the dildo and putting it away, for Jackie had finally gotten her 
cherry popped.  Her backdoor cherry, that men had striven to break into but 
had been unable to.  They had been men, using real penises, lusty to see 
them spend.  Elaine was female.  She could enjoy the dildo within her legs, 
even cum on it, while still diligently, laboriously entering and (at last) 
shafting Jackie.
         On the nightstand behind the used dildo stood a vase with fresh 
daisies in them, picked from beside the pool as the girls came up the 
stairs yesterday.  The crystal vase which stood tall, holding the daisies in 
its grasp, looked pure and virginal.  Beside it sat a favorite teddy bear 
from Jackie�s childhood.  She�d brought it over to Elaine�s to keep her 
company on a previous visit, left it, and now it felt, perhaps, rather 
forgotten, as Elaine and Jackie cuddled, Elaine with her nipples newly 
pierced and Jackie with her bottomhole newly opened.
         �Oooh, it hurt me pretty badly,� Jackie whined.  Elaine was lying 
between her legs, on top of her, kissing her belly.  
         �Of course.  It always does the first time,� Elaine replied.  �You�ll 
get used to it.  I love your belly button.�  Wetly Elaine kissed her friend�s 
navel.
         �Oh, don�t try to fuck that too!� Jackie whimpered.  Wickedly Elaine 
delved her tongue into it.  
         �I might,� she teased.
         �That dildo was too big for me and you pushed it too far up!� Jackie 
said.  She looked over at the big instrument that had deflowered her.
         �It has to be big, it�s a pretend man�s penis!� Elaine said.  �Quit 
being so silly.�
         �Why do men need to fuck us?� Jackie asked.  Contemplating the 
dildo, she absently stuck a finger in her mouth, began sucking it.
         �I don�t know.  They have horrid big penises and are desperate to 
stick them in things, most of all us.  And we have hungry little holes.  Plus 
our hands, our mouths, you name it!  We�re walking advertisements for men 
with big things looking for holes to stick themselves in,� Elaine answered.  
         �Yes,� Jackie agreed.  
         Elaine slapped Jackie�s stomach.  
         �Oooch,� Jackie said.  
         Elaine looked up at the windows of the room.  Daylight was filtering 
through.  �It must be ten o�clock already.  We�re lucky it�s Sunday.  We�d 
have missed work!� Elaine said.
         �I have to go pee,� Jackie said.
         �Me too,� Elaine replied.  She got up from her friend with a toss of 
her long, golden hair, feeling liquid in her movements, special, loved.  She 
waited for Jackie to push herself upright and then she took her friend�s 
hand.
         �Ouch it hurts sitting up,� Jackie complained.
         �Your bottom will feel better after awhile,� Elaine said.  She kissed 
her friend on the mouth.  �Happy first day of not being a virgin!�
         �Anywhere....� Jackie said.  She reached back behind herself and 
nudged a finger into her bottomcrack.  �Ooch,� she said.  �Well, I was a 
virgin for 15 years total, counting everything, so I guess that�s pretty 
good for a country with lots of men and child molesters running around in 
it.�  She shook back her long auburn hair from her eyes.
         �Yes, if it wasn�t for those wicked men, we�d still be total virgins, 
and I wouldn�t have to of helped you lose your anal cherry,� Elaine agreed.
         Jackie put a hand to her pussy.  �It�s also men�s fault that I have to 
go to the bathroom,� she said.  Together, holding hands, they walked into 
the bathroom.  Elaine let Jackie go first.  The girl sat and, still holding her 
friend�s hand, for her bottom hurt, she peed lustily into the toilet.
         �Mmmm, that feels much better!� Jackie announced.  She rubbed her 
dell briskly with her hand.
         �Did you ever pee with a friend?� Elaine asked.
         �I�m doing that right now,� Jackie replied.
         �No, silly.�  Elaine laughed.  She tossed her head to push her hair 
back away from her face.  It was a sweeping, sensual motion, sending her 
long mane back (at least temporarily) behind her small shoulders.  She sat 
down on Jackie�s thighs, facing the girl.
         �Ooof!  What are you doing?� Jackie asked.  She was smaller and four 
years younger than her friend.  
         �I�m going to pee.  And we�re going to kiss while I�m doing it.  Too 
bad you went already,� Elaine told her.
         �I feel a little more in me,� Jackie said.  
         �Wait!� Elaine announced.  �I could hold off a few minutes.�  She 
leapt up from her friend, ran across to the bathroom counter.  Quickly she 
filled a glass with water and came trotting back.  �Here, drink this,� she 
said, handing the glass to Jackie.  �And I�ll get more if you finish that.  
Drink as much as you can and then we�ll both pee together.  It�ll be fun!�
         Sitting on the toilet, quite nude, her lovely round thighs perched on a 
fuzzy seat, with her bottom bulbing down into the opening in the seat�s 
hole, Jackie sipped the water.  She smiled at Elaine.  She drank more, 
drank again, and finally the glass was empty.  Lifting her arm, she wiped 
it across her mouth.
         �You have good water at this place,� Jackie said.
         �That�s so I can have nice clean pee,� Elaine said.  �If you drink lots 
of clean, high-quality water, and pee a lot, you�ll be very healthy.�
         �I wish the pool guy was here to pee with us,� Jackie said.  She 
waited while Elaine refilled the glass for her.
         Elaine got more water, then returned to her friend.  Her breasts 
bounced as she walked, holding aloft the glass.  Her hips flared out from 
her slim, flat belly, her pubis grew in soft inviting curls between her legs.  
She was sensual in her movements, and happy.  Her eyes sparkled.  At a 
younger age she might have felt guilty peeing with a girlfriend but now, 
with her breasts sporting gold rings, her pussy well-opened by men, she 
felt no guilt in sharing a private moment with another girl.  They had 
served the men in the cabin with every ounce of their bodies, satisfied 
their every demand.  They both still had chafed wrists from the ropes to 
prove their loyalty to men.  Now they could be intimate just as females, 
safe from men and their lust.  They could be happy together, or sad, they 
could hold a party and both cry if they wanted to.  
         Elaine sat down on her friends thighs, hopefully gazing at her, 
handing her the glass and waiting while she drank it down.
         When the glass was about half empty Jackie paused to take a breath.  
Her eyes were drawn to Elaine�s pierced nipples.  Tentatively she extended 
a finger to one.
         �Oooooooh,� Elaine said in a trembly, breathy voice.
         �Do these hurt?� Jackie asked curiously.  Eliane watched as the girl 
flipped at the ring thrust through her nipple.
         �Yes, they�re quite sore right now, or tender, or something, I�m not 
sure.  Don�t touch them!� Elaine begged.  But little Jackie was full of 
curiousity and she flipped first one ring in one nipple and then worried 
over the other and Elaine, though she had begged not to be touched, let her.  
She took hold of the cheeks of her ass with her hands, quietly, her own 
ass, and gripped it hard while letting Jackie explore her.
         �I like them.  But they are a little scary,� Jackie confessed.
         �You should talk,� Elaine said.  �Do you think they make my nipples 
look better or worse?�
         �Hmmmm,� Jackie said.  She took another drink of water.  �Not 
better or worse, but different.  Mine look free but yours, even though 
they�re nude, look captured.  Enslaved.�  Jackie�s eyes twinkled.  �Have you 
ever dreamed of being a slave?  A real slave?  Not a slave working in 
cotton fields, or building the Pyramid,� (she laughed, thinking of what a 
Pyramid vaguely resembled) �but, you know, a slave like in the storybooks.  
An enslaved princess.�
         �Yes,� Elaine confessed.  And suddenly Jackie had to pee quite badly, 
and both girls, embracing, rubbed their bellies together and peed out their 
water.  The dual piss they made sounded like rain.  Jackie dropped the 
glass and it broke across the tiled floor of the bathroom but neither girl 
noticed for at least 15 minutes, for after they�d peed they sat wrapped in 
each other�s arms, kissing, and then they wedged hands into each other�s 
dells and they rubbed each other quite merrily.

         Elaine emerged from the shower.  She was tall and blonde and she 
dried her hair with a soft, serious look on her face.  Jackie sat at her 
kitchen table completely nude, save for a big pink towel wrapped like a 
turban around her head.  Her feet didn�t quite touch the floor, just her 
toes, and she was playing with a make up kit, painting her nails and 
putting on lipstick and eyeshadow.
         Elaine shook out her long hair.  She didn�t bother to wrap the 
bathtowel around it.  Instead she went back to the bathroom, got a 
hairdrier, one that was battery operated, and sat down at the kitchen table 
across from her friend.  She was calm, composed, mature.  Jackie figeted 
in her chair, across from her, impatient to be doing something fun but not 
knowing what to do, so instead fiddling with her nails.
         �What if a man came up to you and asked you if you wanted to be a 
slave, a real slave?� Elaine asked Jackie.
         �I�d tell him to go piss in his pants,� Jackie answered.  �I�d have to 
love a man very much to be his slave.�
         �But what, what if he was very handsome, and you thought he was 
wealthy, and as you sat looking at him he came over to you, invited 
himself to sit down at your table, in a restaurant, and then very bluntly 
and very frankly he told you how beautiful you were and how he wanted to 
make you his slave.�
         Jackie shivered.  She kept painting her nails.  �Did that happen to 
you?� Jackie asked.  
         �Yes,� Eliane answered.  �And he told me that he would do amazing 
things to me but, to show I was completely in agreement, I had to find 
someone to pierce my nipples first, so that I would know what pain was 
like and was able to handle it and accept it.�
         Jackie�s eyes darted up from her nails.  �That�s so... scary!�  She 
said.  Her eyes were like saucers.  Then she added, �If you go, take me 
along.  I�ll protect you.�
         �You have to get your nipples pierced first,� Elaine said.
         �I�m not doing that,� Jackie answered.  She returned to her nails.  
She was laquering them with a deep red color.  �I need to grow my nails 
more,� she said.  She examined her hand.
         �Listen to me!� Elaine said.  She reached across the table and 
grabbed the girl�s hands by her wrists, so as not to smudge the nail polish.  
�I�ve got to decide.  I don�t know what to do.  The guy is gorgeous, not 
ordinary gorgeous but really, really gorgeous.  Should I or shouldn�t I?�
         Jackie, her chafed wrists imprisoned in her friends hands, 
considered.  She scrunched up her nose, looked above her friend�s head.  
�Hmmm, you get to be a princess, right?� she asked.
         �Well, he SAID he�d treat me LIKE a princess,� Elaine replied.  
         �If you take me along can I be like, an assistant princess, or a junior 
princess?� Jackie asked.
         �Why do you keep making this about you?� Elaine said.  �I�m trying to 
ask you a very serious question.  I mean, I got my nipples pierced for him, I 
guess I got them pierced for him, I think I did, or anyway they got pierced 
anyhow.  But should I go?�
         �You have to go to the bathroom again?� Jackie asked.  She let out a 
high, gleeful childish laugh.
         �You�re an idiot,� Elaine sniffed.  She dropped her friends hands and 
placed her own in her lap.  First she tried to wrap them around her breasts 
but when she realized they�d press against her nipples, she thrust them to 
her lap instead, in deference to her tenderness at being newly pierced.
         �I�m not the one who got my nipples pierced,� Jackie said.  She 
looked down at her own unpierced nipples.  They stood out from her 
breasts perky and free of any device.
         �Well, I�m going,� Elaine said.  �You�ll have to stay in your own 
apartment from now on.  I�m tired of modelling.  I want to be... different,� 
Elaine said.  Her eyes took on a dreamy appearance and she seemed to be 
placing herself in another world.
         �I�m coming to.  As your Protector,� Jackie said.  She put more red 
paint on her nails.
         �You can�t be my protector.  If anyone is, HE is,� Elaine told her 
friend.  �I�ll have to rely on him completely.  I�m sure there�ll be no one I 
can call, no one I can turn to for help.  He�ll be totally in control of me and 
I�ll have to do whatever he says, and hope he finds it pleasing.�
         �How long will he keep you?� Jackie asked.  She looked up from her 
nails.
         �He said that depends,� Elaine answered.  Now it was she who looked 
down at her nails and contemplated them.  They were long, not short like 
Jackie�s.  They were painted the color of glossy pink pearls.  �He promises 
to treat me well, but says, within certain parameters, I�m always free to 
leave.�
         �Will he buy you presents?� Jackie asked.
         �Of course.  I�m sure he will,� Elaine answered.  She looked at her 
friend.  �But it�s not about presents, silly.  Presents are something a guy 
brings to a girl to remember him when she�s by herself and thinking of 
whatever she pleases, perhaps other men.  In this instance it will be me, 
and him, and there presents won�t matter much, because I�ll be his slave.  
He�ll already own me.  I�m sure he�ll treat me very well but I�m the one 
who is giving the presents, pleasing him, except the only present I�m 
giving is me, all of me....� her voice trailed away.
         Jackie shivered again.  �Take me too,� she whispered.  Her voice was 
serious.  She gazed at her friend with big eyes.
         �Do you think he�ll make us pee together if I bring you along?� Elaine 
asked her.  Jackie giggled.  
         �I don�t know,� Jackie said.  �I bet he might.�
         �We�re wicked,� Elaine said.
         �No, just naughty.  In need of a spanking,� Jackie said.
         �Yes,� Elaine agreed.  �We both need a spanking.�
         �Too bad the pool guy isn�t here,� Jackie said.

         On a hilltop outside of town the cab let both girls out.  Elaine and 
Jackie looked at each other.  A view of the city stretched out below.  In 
the distance, the sun was setting, a giant red orb dipping slowly into the 
sea.  Deciduous trees blanketed the lower parts of the hill, the treetops 
just sticking up, striving to block the girl�s view of the city but only 
making for a canopy of pointed, leafy peaks.  The city remained 
unobstructed.  Lights glimmered on in buildings as the sun sank lower.  A 
cool breeze rose, whisked a leaf down the street past the girl�s feet.
         �Beautiful view,� Jackie said, quietly, holding Elaine�s hand.
         �I don�t think we�ll be getting to see much of the view,� Jackie 
whispered.  Both girls felt like frightened deer waiting for the start of 
hunting season.  �We must go inside,� Elaine said, turning, drawing 
Jackie�s with her by tugging on her hand.
         �I want to go home,� Jackie said.
         �We�re here now, silly,� Elaine scolded.  The wind lifted her skirt.  
She had to slap her hand down to her thighs to keep it from showing her 
panties.  The road was empty but, looking up at the windows in the old 
castle sitting on the hill, she knew someone must be watching.  
         The old stone structure was a monument to some long-dead 
executive�s ego.  He�d made money as CEO of something, built himself a 
small castle to celebrate himself, and then promptly died of a heart 
attack.  The heirs had seen little use for an oversized sink for property 
taxes, and sold it.  Now the man who�d invited Elaine to be a princess for 
awhile owned the place.  It was a clever ruse, girls liked being princesses.
         �It�s scary but it�s pretty too,� Jackie admitted.  She squeezed 
Elaine�s hand.
         �Come on, it�s getting chilly.  We have to get inside,� Elaine told her.
         �Maybe I can use the phone to call a cab to take me home,� Jackie 
suggested.
         �Not after you see him,� Elaine smiled.  �He is very much a 
dreamboat.  You�ll do anything he wants, I guarantee you.�
         �OOOOH!� Jackie gave an involuntary shiver.  �Can I have him too on 
the days when you�re not busy being a princess?�
         �Shhhh,� Elaine put a finger to the girl�s lips.  �I�m going to knock on 
the door and I want you to be very polite and quiet, okay?�
         �Okay,� Jackie whispered.
         The girls stepped between two big stone lions reclined at the bottom 
of a flight of stone steps.  Jackie gave the lions a frightened glance, 
admiring their power, their majesty, the folds of their fur and their 
muscles.  Each lion had his mouth open, and displayed jagged stone teeth.
         �Are those lions sleepy and yawning, or hungry and hoping for a bite 
to eat?�  Jackie asked her friend, pointing.
         �Shhh, or I�ll take a bite out of your bottom,� Elaine answered.  �Be 
good.  You can�t protect me if you�re scared and talking a lot.�
         �Okay,� Jackie agreed again.  Both girls mounted the steps, holding 
hands, their bottoms giving extra wiggles as they walked because they 
couldn�t help being worried at what they were getting themselves into.  
Yet the castle door drew them like a magnet; big, imposing, hard old wood 
with a large iron knocker suspended from the mouth of a wolf.
         �He looks hungry too,� Jackie observed on the top step, looking up at 
the wolf.
         �Shhh!  I told you!� Elaine scolded.  �You already look too young to be 
here.  Don�t point at all the lions and wolves and stuff and make dumb 
remarks.�
         �Well, I�m still kinda little,� Jackie said.  She looked down at her 
bosoms.  �I mean my tits are big and everything, but inside I still feel 
small and vulnerable.�  She liked that word.  She�d learned it last year 
from a teacher who taught her about evil men and strangers and feminism 
and what it means to be a female in the world.  �vulnerable.�  Yes.  She 
certainly felt that, standing on stone steps guarded by two hungry stone 
lions with a wolf peering down at her from the door.
         CLACK  CLACK  CLACK  Elaine knocked the iron knocker against the 
door.  The girls waited.  The wind gusted down the street, hustling leaves 
ahead of it.  The girl�s long hair, held by barrettes, fluttered.
         �I have to go to the bathroom,� Jackie confided.
         �What?� Elaine asked.
         Jackie put a hand to the front of her leather miniskirt.  �Well, all 
this scary stuff makes me want to pee!� she said.
         Suddenly the door flew open.  Jackie was still standing with her 
hand pressed between her legs, talking to Elaine, when both girls suddenly 
realized they were in front of a door that had been opened and someone 
was standing there.  They looked up.
         �Ah, two young, healthy females,� a female voice said.  She was a 
statuesque woman, not unlike Joyce, but she had brown hair, like Jackie�s, 
except darker, and lines were just beginning to show on her face.  �Come 
in, dears,� she invited.  She induced the girls to enter and, when they were 
inside, she gently closed the front door.
         The girls found themselves in a large stone entryway.  A chandelier 
of modest porportions hung above their heads.  Its cut glass cast a 
scattering of light all throughout the foyer.
         �I trust you�ve both had your nipples pierced?� the woman asked 
Elaine and Jackie.
         �She hasn�t,� Elaine replied.  Jackie gulped.  The woman wore a vest 
with a thin velour sweater and twin rings could be seen topping the two 
slopes of her breasts, pressing out against the fabric of the sweater.  
When Elaine told the woman of Jackie�s condition the woman�s breasts 
sprouted hard nipples.  They grew erectly into the sweater, in a matter of 
seconds, until they cast the sweater farther out than the rings themselves 
did.
         �I see,� the woman said.  �Perhaps you would both be so kind as to 
remove your blouses and let me see how you look.�  
         �Right here?� Jackie asked.  She remembered undressing in front of 
Joyce, but then men had been present, exciting her, urging her on with her 
eyes.  Here she was simply alone and it felt awkward, �vulnerable,� to have 
to undress with your friend in front of some strange older woman.
         �Please,� the woman said.  �I�ll have to turn you both out if you 
don�t.�
         Elaine swallowed, nudged her friend, and began unbuttoning her 
blouse.  There was a glimmer of a smile on her lips.  She at least was not 
going home.  Jackie hesitated.  
         �I don�t know if I should,� Jackie said.  
         �It�s entirely up to you, my dear,� the woman said.  She turned aside.  
Her hair was pinned up and she looked lovely.  She wore a knee-length 
skirt that matched her vest that hung open and apart over her velour top.  
She had on high heels.  She fiddled with a single fresh rose that stood all 
by itself in a glass vase on a maplewood table in the foyer, next to a plant 
with broad leaves that sat in a pot on the floor.  A second plant sat across 
from it, hedging the girls in.  The woman removed the rose from the vase.  
�I�ll give you this if you do,� she said.  
         Jackie smiled.  She felt a sudden warmth toward the woman.  She�d 
played in the cabin at Joyce�s and she�d had sex with her boyfriend back 
home and she�d even (wicked though it seemed to her now, though at the 
time they�d both been randy)... she even let Elaine introduce her to anal 
sex.  
         �Alright,� Jackie whispered.  She undid the buttons of her blouse.  
         �Just put it on that chair there,� the woman advised.  Elaine was 
barebreasted upon removing her top.  Her nipples were tender, newly 
pierced with rings.  Jackie, however, wore a white lace bra.  Elaine cast 
her blouse over the back of the chair indicated by the woman.  Jackie 
followed, then looked at the woman expectantly.
         �Your bra too, dear,� the woman said gently to Jackie.  �I must see 
your breasts.  Your nipples,� she said.
         �Here, I�ll do it,� Elaine offered.  She went behind Jackie.  �She�s 
scared,� Elaine told the woman.  The blonde reached for Jackie�s bra clasp 
and undid it.
         �Nooooo!� Jackie whined.  But her bra was undone, and her boobs 
popped out.  Her nipples were found to be upright, in a state of excitement.
         �Oh, very nice,� the woman said.  She bent and cupped both Jackie�s 
bosoms in her hands.  She brushed her thumbs over the pert little nipples.  
�These will be a delight to pierce,� she said.  �I�m sure I can convince 
Master to let you stay here with them just as they are for now.�
         �Thanks,� Jackie replied.  
         �Now,� the woman said, turning to Elaine.  �Let me see yours.  
Freshly pierced, hmmm?  Are they still tender?�  She cupped the girl�s 
breasts.
         �Yes!� Elaine gasped.  She watched as the woman hefted her breasts 
and then, as if handling the stems of precious hot house fruit, passed her 
fingers over the pierced, ring-laden nipples.  �Who gave you the rings?� 
she asked.  �They�re pure gold.�
         �The woman who pierced me,� Elaine said.  �Will my nipples be 
okay?�
         �They�re fine, perfect!  A beautiful pair,� the woman said.  �She did a 
perfect job piercing them, whoever she was.�
         �Her name was Joyce,� Elaine said.
         �She did them in a log cabin,� Jackie added.  She rubbed her wrists, 
feeling the chafe marks that were almost healed aross her wrists.
         �Well, yours will be done in a big stone castle,� the woman said to 
Jackie, still fondling Elaine�s tits.  She looked over at her.
         Jackie gulped.  �I like mine just as they are,� she said.  She stuck 
her bosoms out proudly and looked down and admired them.
         �Of course, dear.  We all do,� the woman said.  She finished 
examining Elaine�s pair and stood up.  She brushed back a strand of hair 
that had fallen down from her coiffure.  She had pearls ringing her throat, 
like a collar, and her wrists, like bracelets.  A gold pin with a ruby 
gleamed in her pinned-up hair.  The girls stood before her just wearing 
their little dance club miniskirts.  They were made of leather, with white 
school girl panties beneath, to tease men they met in the clubs, except 
tonight they�d be partying privately, in the castle.  They were too young to 
need nylons.  Their legs were bare.  Their feet were shod with dark 
rubber-soled sneakers so they could dance wildly, if they wished, and still 
look sexy.  The girls liked going out dancing.
         �I have to pee,� Jackie said to the woman.
         �You do?� the woman grinned.  �I remember I had to do the same 
thing when I first came here.  Master will be home soon.  We�ll wait and 
see which bathroom he wants you girls to use.  Come, let�s have tea.  
There�s no point in standing here in the foyer waiting for him.�  She 
turned, beckoned both girls to follow.  They went to the chair to collect 
their blouses.
         �Oh, leave those there!� the woman insisted.  �Master will enjoy 
seeing them there when he gets home.  You girls must learn to tease a 
little, hmmm?  You both looked dressed for dancing.  Do you like to 
dance?�
         �Of course,� Jackie replied.  Resolutely she picked up her bra from 
the chair.
         �Then we�ll dance when Master gets home,� the woman answered.  
�He has his own place for dancing, upstairs, where you can see the whole 
city.  It has big glass windows and a very cool sound system and you can 
both dance there all night, if you wish, and there won�t be any need for you 
to have tops on because anyone looking in would be quite far away indeed, 
barely able to see you.�  The woman walked down a hall, her footsteps 
echoing on its stone floor.  She did not look back to call the girls again.  
Instead she simply expected them to follow, like children, or puppies.  
         Elaine batted Jackie�s hand.  She made her put her bra back on the 
chair.  �Come on, we�re going to dance and have fun!� she whispered.  
�See?  I told you it would be cool.�
         �I�d still like to have my bra on,� Jackie mused.  Elaine pinched her 
bottom beneath her skirt and took her hand.
         �Ouch!�  Jackie exclaimed.  �What did you do that for?� she asked.  
She blushed, knowing the woman down the hall must have heard her 
exclamation.
         �I did that because you�re being a slo poke and you�re going to make 
us miss out on dancing in a big beautiful place with a dreamy guy where 
we can see the whole city!� Elaine whispered in a low, serious voice.  
�Come on!  You can be such a baby some time!�  
         Together the girls hurried down the hall to catch the woman.  
Smiling, but still not looking back at them, she led them into a small 
parlor.  The girls started, surprised looks on their faces, when they saw a 
maid waiting quietly beside the table.  She was dressed in a perfect 
maid�s uniform, white glvoes, apron, high-necked collar on a starched 
blouse, stockings, shoes and a black dress.  She kept her eyes lowered but, 
being fairly young, couldn�t help giving away with a smirk that she�d 
caught sight of the girls� bare breasts.
         �This is Abigail,� the woman told Elaine and Joyce.  �She�s paid to 
assist me.  Would you both sit, please?  There�s cushions on the chairs.  
We can talk about your piercing, Elaine, and how you felt about it.  Abigail 
will pour tea.  And bring crumpets too, girl.  Our guests are here now.  
Don�t stand about wishing you had bosoms like they do.  
         Abigail pouted and left the room.  She walked with flouncing steps, 
golden curls bouncing from beneath her maid�s hat, down the back of her 
neck, bobbing about her shoulders.  Her hair was pinned up but not 
excessively so, showing her youth and carefree nature despite her prim 
uniform.  She had small, high-perched tits which, given she was in her late 
teens or early 20�s, would be with her at that size for the rest of her life.
         �Are her tits pierced too?� Jackie asked, sitting down.  The woman 
helped her sit at the tea table and pushed her chair in for her.  Then she 
did the same for Elaine.
         �No, only prize bosoms are pierced, at Master�s command,� the 
woman replied.  �Nice big bosoms like you girls have.  Plus Abigail, you 
must always remember, is a paid employee.  She serves.  You girls are 
guests, though Master, who knows, may buy you presents and things.  She 
serves, you are served.  You�re pierced, she remains unpierced.�
         �And me too!� Jackie piped up.
         �What?  You wish to work and scrub floors and clean toilets?� the 
woman asked.  She helped herself to a chair at the tea table, brushed her 
hair back from her eyes and sat down.  She reached up, repinned her hair 
with the gold pin that held up her coiffure.
         �No, I mean my bosoms,� Jackie said.  She reached up and frankly 
hefted her two breasts.  Then she wiggled in her seat, for she still hadn�t 
been given permission to go to the bathroom.
         �You look like you�re giving yourself a breast exam,� Elaine laughed 
at Jackie.  The girl squeezed her tits and felt them.  
         �I like my boobs just like they are.  And my nipples, and my bottom 
too, just in case anyone thinks I need a spanking,� Jackie said.  She 
wiggled in her seat again.  �Could I go use the bathroom now?�
         Abigail returned.  The woman ignored Jackie, bade Abigail pour the 
tea.  As Abigail leaned over to fill the woman�s cup, she remarked:  �Take 
off your top, Abigail.  The girls were inquiring about your breasts.�  
         �May I, ma�am?� Abigail asked.  Her eyes lit up.  She clearly liked the 
thought of being able to display herself, perhaps to greet Master and seek 
his attention over the other girls when he arrived.
         �Yes, you may, dear.  And I�ll take off my top too,� the woman said.  
She shed her vest as Abigail reached back behind herself and unzipped the 
back of her blouse.  �If I can do it without mussing too much my coiffure,� 
the woman added.  Carefully she lifted up her velour sweater.  Elaine and 
Jackie watched.  They exchanged smiles.  
         �My zipper�s stuck!� Abigail complained.  She couldn�t get the back of 
her blouse open.
         �Come here, I�ll do it,� the woman said with annoyance.  She 
revealed a pair of huge, mother-like bosoms as she pulled up her sweater.  
They fell out and hung naked before the girls, thorougly pierced in each 
nipple with a golden ring.  Her nipples were hard and they seemed to strain 
to break free of the rings, which hung from the mid-point of each 
stemming nipple.  But however much the twin nipples stuck forth, the 
rings remained heavily pierced through and hanging beneath them.  They 
were captive nipples, delighted and lovely and warm red in color but 
nonetheless bearing the mark of ownership.  By Master.  The man Elaine 
had gotten her nipples pierced for and the man who also, no doubt, would 
want to see Jackie�s nipples pierced too.
         In striking contrast to the woman�s nipples, whose name, she 
remarked to the girls, was Lady Beverly, just like that, with the Lady 
always being spoken as well as the Christian name; in contrast to her, 
Abigail, when she had gone to Lady Beverly and been unzipped, and lost her 
bra, revealed a perfect apple-sized pair of small tits that were unpierced.  
They had pink nipples, in contrast to the rose ones Lady Beverly bore.  Both 
females had flat bellies.  Their skin was pleasantly tanned, though much 
lighter than the tans Elaine and Jackie sported from playing every day by 
the pool.  Where the women�s breasts grew, their skin was absolutely 
white, just like the girls�.  The four females looked at each other and 
broke into giggles.
         �Master will be very pleased,� Abigail said.
         �And he�s coming home to see his new guests, not you, my little 
maid,� Lady Beverly said to the girl.  �Have you brought the crumpets?  
Good.  We shall eat, then.  Finish pouring my tea and pour out some for the 
girls.  Not too much for Jackie.  She has to go the bathroom.�  Lady Beverly 
smiled at the young model.
         �I can�t hold it much longer,� Jackie said.
         �Master will be home any minute,� Lady Beverly replied.  And, her 
breasts wobbling like twin red-tipped volcanoes of flesh on her chest, she 
daintily bit into a crumpt.  One of her nipples almost dipped into her fresh 
cup of tea on the table.
         �Oh!� Lady Beverly cried.  She carefully lifted the teacup out from 
under her bosom and brought it to her lips.  �One of the troubles of being a 
true Al Bundy woman,� she smiled.
         �Who?� Jackie asked.
         �The guy on T.V.,� Elaine told her.  �The shoe salesman.�
         �Oh.  I thought you were owned by... by Master, not by a shoe 
salesman,� Jackie said to Elaine.
         �I am, dear.  And you too, now, though less completely than me, at 
this stage.�  She sipped her tea.  �I only meant God made like Al Bundy 
would like to have me, if he could, which of course he can�t, although, 
considering he�s really a wealthy, famous L.A. actor, I guess he could, 
perhaps...�  She let her eyes lift into the distance a moment, then 
dismissed the thought.

         A noise sounded in the hall.  Both Elaine and Jackie jumped in their 
seats.  Their bosoms quivered.  Lady Beverly smiled.  Abigail betrayed a 
grin.  Then she kept watch, over the diners, standing primly, lest any of 
them request more tea.
         Footsteps sounded heavily in the hall, a quick, certain gait, the gait 
of a young man.  Suddenly the door to the parlor opened.
         �Master!� four voices chimed in unison.  Beverly chuckled afterward, 
her eyes bright, her large bosoms wobbling nakedly on her chest, the rings 
hanging from them like obscene Pirate jewels.
         �Would you like some tea, master?� Abigail asked politely.  She held 
up the teapot in offering.
         �Well, it must be warmer in here than it is out there,� Master said.  
�It�s freezing out there!�  He grinned at the females.  He eyed Elaine.  She 
smiled briefly, reached for her tea.  She tried to lift it to her lips.  Her 
hand was shaking.
         �You pierced your nipples for me,� Master said to her.  He walked 
over to her.  He towered above her.  He was tanned and buff, at least six 
feet tall, if not more.  He had dark curly hair and a five o�clock shadow on 
his face, which was really a 9 o�clock shadow, as it was no longer 
afternoon.  He wore a striped business suit but he�d not brought in his 
jacket, hanging it instead in the hall, in a closet near the chair where the 
girls� blouses and Jackie�s bra had been laid.  Jackie, surprised and 
delighted that he was as much as a dreamboat as Elaine had promised, 
gazed up at him, grinning shyly.  
         Master bent over and cupped Elaine�s tits very gently.  He hefted 
them in his hands, as if weighing fruit.  Then he toyed with the nipples and 
the gold rings that had been thrust through them.
         �Yes, a perfect job,� Master said.  �I trusted you�d find someone 
capable to do it.�
         Elaine looked shyly down at her boobs in his hands.  She licked her 
lips.
         �I�m her friend!� Jackie piped up.  She sat expectantly with her hands 
in her lap, perhaps diddling herself just a little, absently, with a finger 
slipped under her very short skirt.
         Master, still keeping possession of the prize, newly-pierced gourds 
in his hands, looked at Jackie.
         �And what are you doing here?� he asked.  He eyed her naked 
unpierced breasts but she was too naive to catch the full extent of his 
meaning, for although he might have intended to speak harshly to her his 
voice came out as a soft Snake Plishkin sort of whisper.
         �I�m-- well...� Jackie paused.  Beverly was afraid she might become 
frightened, and perhaps disrupt the easy eroticism of the moment, so she 
suggested,
         �She�s here to go dancing, dear.�
         �Yes!� Jackie agreed.  She gazed at Master�s huge form bent over 
Elaine and, as her eyes drifted down to his crotch, she added, hopefully, 
�And to get balled, too.�  She waited for the effect of her words to sink in 
on Master and, when he arched an eyebrow at her, she left her lips from 
the �too� in her sentence pursed and gazed at him with inviting eyes.
         Master gave a chuckle.  Abigail sniggered.  Elaine, still held by her 
bosoms, gave a small, slight laugh and felt her bosoms shake on Master�s 
calloused palms. 
         �Well,� Master said.  �You might find I have rather exotic tastes.  
Why didn�t you get your nipples pierced if you wish to live in my house 
with me?�
         �I was afwaid,� Jackie admitted.  She glanced down at her perky 
nipples, sticking up from her bosoms like eager pink thorns.
         �I can help you overcome your fear,� Master replied.  He gave Elaine�s 
breasts a final squeeze and stood up.  �Are you wearing panties?� Master 
asked.  He leaned in over both girls.  He put a hand on each of their small 
shoulders, possessively.  The girls nodded.
         �Of couse we�re wearing panties,� Jackie said.  �I�d get in trouble 
with my mom if she knew I was running around without panties on.�
         Master frowned.
         �She�s modelling here for the summer,� Elaine added quickly.  �Her 
mom�s in--�
         �My mom�s in Iowa,� Jackie offered.  �My grandma lives there.  And 
I�m living here, for the summer.  Have you ever met any models before?�  
She smiled brightly at Master.
         He could not keep his frown on his face, despite his concerns that 
the girl might be too young.  His frown dissolved and he grinned.  �Yes,� he 
laughed.  �I�ve known some models.  But you�re the prettiest.  Except for 
your friend here,� he added.  He ran his fingers through Elaine�s hair, 
touched a barrette.  He unclipped it.  �Let your hair be free, totally free, 
like your breasts,� he said to Elaine.
         �Do you want me to take my barrettes out too?� Jackie asked in a 
high, shrill voice.  Elaine glared at her.  She realized it had been a mistake 
to bring the girl along with her.  She�d let her fear of what might happen, 
an erotic interlude where she became her Master�s obsession, lead her into 
bringing along a brat who insisted on having all the attention.�
         �She needs to go pee,� Elaine said querolously to Master.  
         �She does?� Master asked.  He rose.  His attention left Elaine, 
unexpectedly, and she felt like bolting from the room, she was so unhappy.
         Master noticed, somehow.  Perhaps it was his attentiveness to her 
demeanor that had drawn him to her in the first place.  He straightened up.  
�Girls,� he said.  �Elaine, love.  Take off your panties.  And you too, Jackie, 
but don�t be talking while you do it, just take them straight off.  You won�t 
be needing panties here, either of you.�
         �But I always need my panties!� Jackie protested.
         �Shhhh!  Do as you�re told!� Beverly scolded.  She reached across the 
table and threatened to slap the little brunette.
         �Elaine,� Master said.  �Remove your panties and place them on the 
table.  Did you take a Pill this morning?�
         �No,� Elaine whispered.
         �I didn�t eith--  YEOCH!� Jackie cried.  Lady Beverly reached across 
the table quick as lightning and gave her a slap.  Her big bosoms juddered, 
Jackie�s smaller tits bounced on her chest.  A red splotch formed on her 
cheek, then whitened again.
         Master stood over Elaine, attentive, his gaze peering down at her.  
His big hands held her small, soft shoulders and he rubbed them in a kind 
of gentle, encouraging massage.  Elaine lifted her bottom slightly, felt her 
dress rise with her, felt its short length slip out from under her thighs.  
The seat was smooth, cool vinyl under her legs.  She reached within her 
skirt and pulled down her underpants.  The portion in her crotch resisted 
until the last moment, popping out of her snatch only when all else had 
been yanked halfway down her thighs.  Elaine drew them down to her feet 
and had to bend over, master still rubbing her shoulders, and pull them in a 
tangle off her high-heeled sneakers.  She placed them up on the table next 
to her plate.  They were white, frilly.  They were wet in the center, where 
they had lain in her crotch.  She smoothed them a little on the table cloth, 
but Master told her to drink her tea.
         �Don�t fix your dress,� he said, seeing her reach underneath herself 
to place her skirt under her thighs.  �Lift it up.  Get your bare ass right on 
the seat of the chair.  I told you everything would be open and free here.�
         Elaine pulled up her skirt.  Master had never seen her pussy and she 
moved carefully, hoping to prevent him from seeing her thatch, but he 
leaned over and frankly pulled up her skirt in front and looked down at her 
dell.
         �Lovely.  Same color as your hair,� he said.  �Do you feel your bare 
ass on the seat?� 
         �Yes,� Elaine breathed.
         �Good,� he said.  �Get used to it.  How old are you?�
         �Nineteen,� she breathed.  The vinyl felt imposing upon her skin, as 
if it controlled her.  She had no protection from it.  Her panties were lying 
by her plate, her dress was rudely pulled up.  Her blouse was a memory 
down the hall.
         �Nineteen,� Master breathed.  �You look older, but nineteen is still 
not too young.�  Elaine smiled.  It was still a compliment, at nineteen, to 
be told she looked older than she was.  It let her into the clubs and it 
helped her meet men like Master, dreamboat men who wanted to care for 
her.  Jackie had to wear lots of makeup to get herself into clubs, and 
sometimes she struck out, and even inside the clubs men found her too 
young, too impish, and preferred other girls.  �I may not give you anything 
to prevent giving birth after we�ve finished,� Master said.  �I don�t know, 
certainly I will make you pregnant while you�re here.  Then, perhaps, I�ll 
fall in love with you, and keep you too long, and deny you anything to help 
you end your pregnancy.  Would you be willing to bear a child for me?�
         Elaine smiled.  �Twins,� she said very softly.  She didn�t like 
speaking so frankly about what they were bound to do.  Better to dance, 
and to play, and to let the night develop, with her breasts swinging freely.
         �I could probably have triplets,� Jackie offered.  She was artless in 
her admiration of Master, hiding nothing, not pretending to drink tea or to 
take a bite from her crumpet.
         �You, my dear, are quite a little pest, and if I got you pregnant I�d 
have two of you to contend with a year later,� Master laughed.  
�Nonetheless you�ll be kept off the Pill while you�re here.  It will add to 
the excitement.  You seem to thrive on that.�
         �Can I go to the bathroom?� Jackie pleaded.  She looked at Master 
with big round eyes and put her hand to her dell, guilelessly, and wiggled 
in her seat in dumb appeal.
         �Finish your crumpet and drink your tea and then you may be 
excused,� Master told her.
         �Thanks!� Jackie said.  Quickly she stuffed her crumpet into her 
mouth and then, just as quickly, she dumped her tea in behind it.  �OW!� 
she cried suddenly, as hot tea (though it was more lukewarm than hot by 
now) spilled on her breasts.
         �See?  That�s why we have our tea topless, to learn manners,� Lady 
Beverly told Jackie.
         �Ooops.  I�m sorry,� Jackie admitted.  Her mouth was full of crumpet 
and she spit out crumbs inadvertently as she spoke.
         �She needs a visit here more than Elaine does,� Lady Beverly said to 
Master.  �Look at her!�
         �Elaine is visiting for another purpose,� Master said.  �To be 
groomed, perhaps as my wife, like a fine show horse.�  He cupped Elaine�s 
breasts again and hefted them up and felt their weight.  She shivered in 
his grasp.  He looked over at Jackie.  �That little minx, on the other hand, 
needs basic training, and a good hard pounding on her ass to make her 
behave.�
         Jackie�s eyes bulged from her head.  She threw down her napkin on 
the table and gave up trying to clean the tea she�d spilled from her naked 
breasts and the table.  �Potty time!� she declared and, jumping up, darted 
from the room before even Abigail could stop her.  
         A minute later the door reopened.  Jackie peeked in.  Master had 
seated himself in Elaine�s seat and she was perched in his lap, facing him.  
Although her skirt was still around her waist she had spread her legs 
completely apart so that they stuck out around Master�s waist and then 
out through the opening in the back of what had once been her chair.  They 
were engaged in a langorous kiss, not hurrying, slow and loving, like two 
people kiss when they�ve just met but know they were made for each 
other.  Elaine�s naked bosoms were pressed up against Master�s suit, 
almost imploring him, in their closeness, in their disregard for how they 
rubbed against his starched shirt, to take her however he pleased.  The 
opening of the door to the parlor broke their kiss.
         �Where IS the potty?� Jackie asked.  Her hand was placed within her 
thighs.  It pushed her little skirt back with it into her dell.
         Abigail was seated on Lady Beverly�s lap, sharing a kiss, sitting over 
the woman�s knees.  She and Lady Beverly were rubbing their bare bosoms 
together, laughing quietly at how their nipples excited each other.  
         �Abigail, go show Jackie where she can piss,� Lady Beverly said.  
The girl reluctantly made to get up from her mistress� lap.
         �No,� Master said.  �I have changed my mind.  Get up, Elaine.  I would 
let you go first but I know you would wait, and she�s bursting.  Come here, 
little miss!�  Master helped Elaine get her legs out of the back of the 
chair.  He drew her knees up and then, when she was free of it, she dropped 
her legs down through the space between the arms of the chair and the 
seat and gave master a final kiss.  He relished her kiss, then insisted 
again she get up.  He helped her, sliding his legs under her bare fanny and 
lifting it.  
         Elaine looked sour but she brushed her hair back and tried to keep her 
composure.  She desired to do as her Master wished, even if it displeased 
her, for that was the whole point of her being here, to go beyond 
conventional boyfriends into a relationship charged with much deeper 
emotions.  Quietly, she got up from Master�s lap.  She lifted her leg and her 
dress fell back, showing all of her thigh as she dismounted from him.  
Master gazed at the wisps of her thatch that showed under the hem of her 
dress.  When she was standing, next to him, he decided to tease himself no 
longer with glimpses of her bush.
         �Take off your skirt,� he told her.  Then, turning to Jackie, he said, 
�You too.�  Both girls reached behind themselves.  Jackie tried to look to 
Elaine for comfort but the girl ignored her.  Jackie unzipped her skirt, 
hoping it would stick, like Abigail�s blouse had, so she�d get more 
attention, but it unzipped smoothly and her skirt drooped in a pool to her 
feet.  She wore only her sneakers now.
         �Come here,� Master said.  Jackie walked hopefully to Master, not 
knowing what to expect, but knowing she had to pee quite badly.  She 
walked with a hand in her dell and her bottom wriggling like a fish caught 
on a hook.  Elaine, meanwhile, bent over, her large lovely breasts hanging 
down underneath her, to pick up her skirt, but Master didn�t notice her.
         �Get on my lap,� Master told Jackie.  The girl clambered up onto his 
knees.  Facing him, she scooted forward on her legs and let him take them 
and stick them, trap them, really, out through the back of the chair.
         �Now pee,� Master told Jackie.  Elaine, who was walking round 
behind his chair, to pick up Jackie�s skirt off the floor, stopped in shock, 
in mid-stride.
         �You want me to pee in your pants?!� Jackie asked, startled.
         �Not in them.  I�m wearing them.  Pee on them.  I�ve got to wash your 
bottom anyway before you�re whipped.  Wet bottoms sting much better.  
Now pee in my lap.  You do have to go, don�t you?�
         �I do but--!� Jackie tried to escape.  She waggled her hips and tried 
to withdraw her legs from the hole in the back of the chair but Master 
gripped her tightly.  He looked at her unpierced adolsecent breasts, small 
round balloons before his eyes.  He grinned.  He bent and bit into one of the 
wiggling girl�s tits to still her.
         �OUCH!  Don�t DO that!� Jackie scolded.  Master lifted his head.  
         �Pee then,� he told her.  �Pee now.  You�ve peed in your panties when 
you were a little girl?�
         �Sometimes,� Jackie admitted.  �When my daddy was mean and didn�t 
pay attention to me and take me to the bathroom when I told him to.  Then, 
when I really had to go, we had to run, and by then it was too late and 
sometimes I peed--� she giggled.  �Once I peed right on his suit while he 
was carrying me so we could get there faster.  It got me so excited, 
bouncing up and down in his arms, that I peed, even though I might not have 
if he hadn�t carried me.�  She giggled and leaned forward and kissed 
Master�s shirt.  She lifted her head and looked at him, straight in the eye.  
�I�m going to wet you,� she said.
         Elaine let out a snort of disgust.  She picked up Jackie�s skirt and 
folded it over her arm.
         �Whoa!� Master cried.  
         �Wheeeee!  I�m wetting you!� Jackie cried gleefully to the man.  
         �Damn, you�re letting a lot out!� Master observed.
         �Yes, right on your new suit!  What will the drycleaner say?�
         �My word, all over the floor and everything!� Lady Beverly declared.  
She and Abigail looked, then shared a kiss.  �You may do the same if you 
like,� she whispered to Abigail.
         �Thank you, ma�am.  I�ve never before.  I hope you enjoy it.�  And then 
she peed too, and Elaine, who�d wanted to share a mature romantic 
experience with this man she loved to call Master, almost bolted from the 
room again.
         �That�s enough for you,� Master said.  He lifted Jackie up.  She was 
still peeing into his lap, the stream was still coming out of her, but he�d 
sensed Elaine�s disappointment and he moved to make amends.
         �But I�m still GOING!� Jackie cried.  She had loved kissing Master as 
she peed and she didn�t want to be interrupted.  Kicking like a little girl 
taken too soon from the potty, for indeed Master now was her potty, she 
was hoisted up from his lap by his great big hands and plopped down on the 
floor.  Her pee dribbled and ran down her legs and she saw with 
disappointment that it was wetting her sneakers.  �Ooooh!  No!� Jackie 
yelped.  She opened her legs.  She peed the rest of her pee on the floor, 
standing in a half-squat, looking down at herself over her pendant breasts, 
at her bare belly and bare thighs and the pee that flowed so freely from 
between her cunt lips.
         �Now you�re next,� Master said to Elaine.  With quiet grace and a 
dismissive smirk, so let him know she didn�t like being placed second, 
Elaine nonetheless got back up on Master�s lap.
         �Oooh, you�re sitting in my pee!� Jackie said gleefully to Elaine, 
watching the girl mount up even as she, Jackie, continued to squirt pee 
from her legs onto the carpet.
         �Yick!� Elaine said to Master.  She felt his pee-wettened lap make 
contact with her bare thighs and bottom.  Had he been any other man, she 
would have already found a phone and been calling a cab, retreiving her 
blouse, telling her girlfriends the next day what a weird, perverted man 
she�d met.  But he was so dreamy and perfect, so absolute in his presence, 
in his need for her, and in his understanding of her moods, that she got on 
his lap and decided to accept this new thing that was happening to her.
         �Now pee,� Master told her.  And she did.  Lustily.  She found herself 
laughing and they kissed and when she was done Master put his hand to her 
dell and rubbed her passionately, almost making her cum.  His finger 
penetrated her snatch and she rode it a little.  Behind her she heard Abigal 
and Lady Beverly fingering each other, doing the same.  And, meanwhile, 
quite enjoying the sight, frigging herself as she watched, little Jackie 
danced around in the nude, in her pee-stained sneakers.

         Upstairs they danced for Master.  They were still wet with their pee, 
wearing only their sneakers, their hair flowing freely around their liquid 
forms as they cast themselves to and fro with the music.  It was a large 
room, windowed all around, and both girls wondered if they could be seen.  
But they were both aroused, frigging themselves a little, for Master said 
he didn�t mind as long as they kept themselves from acheiving complete 
satisfaction.  That was his job.  He sat in a chair overlooking the city, but 
facing the girls.  He took his cock out and stroked it languidly as he 
watched the two girls gyrate and whirl and dance and fast-step in front o 
him.  Lady Beverly served drinks, still clothed from the waist down.  
Abigail brought up a bucket and sponge from downstairs so the girls could 
be washed after the music stopped.  And then they�d be whipped.  Master 
assured them of that, but said he�d go easy on them, this first night, 
giving them only a strapping, with the belt from his pants.  He would apply 
it�s tail, not it�s buckle, he assured them with a laugh.
         So the girls danced, Elaine and Jackie, with a sense of purpose.  They 
were freed of everthing, even the need to pee in a potty.  When both girls 
had to go again he told them to pee as they danced, and they did.  Little 
Jackie hoped she might have to poop, to steal the show, but she didn�t, 
much as she prayed her crumpets might turn to poop in her tummy.  She 
asked for more but Master, sensing her plan, didn�t allow Abigail to bring 
any up.
         �You must show off by dancing,� Master told Jackie.  �Not by 
performing bathroom habits in public.�  Jackie blushed.  Elaine, who might 
have given her a scolding eye, didn�t.  She was fully absorbed in her 
dancing, her eyes closed now, letting Master watch and observe and savor 
her movements.  She knew her body was very beautiful and she was proud 
to share it with a man she loved, or at least deeply admired.  She was 
flushed and hot and when she opened her eyes, and saw little Jackie 
dancing near her, she impulsively embraced the girl.  She kissed her and 
she made her rub her belly against her own and their tits crushed together 
and their nipples fought and poked into each other�s breasts.
         �Spank us, Master!� both girls begged finally.  They couldn�t stand 
the thought of it happening but even less could they stand shaking their 
white bottoms in front of him and waiting for it to happen.
         �A little longer, a little more,� he said quietly.  He rubbed his great 
prick and both girls eyed it eagerly.  They hated themselves for being so 
wanton but he was a true gem of a dreamboat and neither girl could hide 
her admiration for him from herself, or from him.  He gave both girls an 
easy grin.  He was in the Catbird�s seat.  They were his and he could do 
with them whatever he wished.  They would not deny him. 
         Abigail filled a bucket with water in preparation for the whipping.  
She waited on her knees, sailing a sponge around in the bucket, humming to 
herself, still clothed from the waist down.  She had peed in her panties 
downstairs, on Lady Beverly�s lap, and now, looking at Lady Beverly, both 
of them growing bored with the waiting, she received a silent nod from 
the woman to slip out of her panties.  They were cold and wet and she took 
them off with relief.  She waited for a moment when Master was absorbed 
with the dancing of Elaine and Jackie and she darted to the wet bar and 
stashed her panties behind a bottle of Gin.  Beverly, serving drinks, slipped 
out of her panties as well, and hid them in the bottles.  Master might peek 
under their skirts but then again, he might not.  They decided to risk being 
found disobedient to their Master rather than spend the evening in wet 
panites.  They both wore longer skirts than the girls had, Abigail a skirt 
that stopped at mid-thigh, a proper maid�s skirt; Beverly a skirt that fell 
to her knees.
         Master, being in complete control, subject to no whim but his own, 
decided his passions were too enflamed by the girl�s eagerness for his 
attention to stop with a simple spanking.  More was needed.  And it could 
not be done here.  It would have to be downstairs in a soundproofed room 
where the cook and the other help could not hear and no one, absolutely no 
one, no pervert with a telescope, could see.  Master stuffed himself back 
into his pants with difficulty.  He zipped himself up.  He told both hot, 
flushed dancing girls to go over to Abigail and let her give them a quick 
wipe on their legs and between their thighs.  He watched, sipping a fresh 
drink, brought to him by Beverly.
         �You wish them over the bar?� she asked.  
         �No.  Downstairs,� he said.
         �Oh.� She answered.  �As you wish.  I can give them a proper bath 
first if you like, so they�ll look their absolute best for their whipping.�
         Master cleared his throat.  Beverly looked at his crotch.  �You are 
excited,� she said.  Of course he always sported a prominent crotch at 
times like this, but she saw that he was aroused to the point of being 
enflamed, of losing control.  He did not like to lose control.  He cleared his 
throat again, coughed.
         �Yes, they are quite delightful, are they not?� he asked.  He looked at 
the two girls and Beverly looked at them.  They stood by the bucket, 
spreading their legs helpfully for Abigail, letting her wash their privates 
and their pretty curls of pubic hair.  They straightened their legs this way 
and that for her so she might scrub them with the light, soapy 
bucketwater wherever she needed.  She sponged their bottoms and then, 
higher up, their bellies and their breasts.  She washed both their faces.  
When she was done, while both girls waited with their arms wrapped 
around their bosoms, shivering a little in the cool night air, Abigail 
emptied the bucket at the bar and refilled it in the big sink.  Then she 
rinsed both girls, twice over, so that when they were finished they 
sparkled with a wet, clean sheen of water.  
         �Just do their hair,� Master said as both girls grinned over at him.  
He spoke quietly, to Beverly.  �Their hair, their makeup.  I didn�t know 
Abigail would be so industrious.�
         �She is a fine maid,� Beverly said.
         �Yes,� Master answered.
         The girls were made to sit, one each on Master�s knees.  They rubbed 
themselves a little on his knees but Beverly made them stop so she could 
apply a fresh coat of makeup to their faces.  Abigail did their hair.  Master 
sat with his legs apart, his crotch bulging.  He kept a hand on each girl�s 
belly, feeling its wonderful flatness, the dimpled navel, glad neither girl 
was presently on the Pill and would have her womb ready for him when he 
came in her.  The girls wiggled.  He patted thier flat bellies and told them 
to stop.  They leaned back and put their hands on his crotch.  He endured.
         �I have changed my mind about your spanking,� Master said to the 
girls.  He patted their bellies.  Their bottoms both flinched.  They had 
satiny white heinies and he could barely contain his desire to see them 
marked.  �Jackie, you are too talkative and too eager to make yourself the 
center of attention.  Elaine, you are too withdrawn, too jealous of Jackie.�  
He leaned forward and kissed Elaine�s ear, as if to silently show her that 
he still loved her best, she was equal to Jackie only in terms of the 
punishment they both would receive.  �I have a room downstairs where you 
both can be made to behave.  You will not think of disobeying afterwards, 
when it�s over.  You will feel, right down to your bones, a desire to please 
me, instead of only a half-desire, half obedient and half rebellious.�  He 
reached a finger into both girl�s dells as he spoke, and quietly stroked 
them.  Under any other circumstances they certainly would have thought 
through the matter carefully, would have refused.  But they were warm 
and spirited from their dancing.  They had been bathed and pampered by 
Lady Beverly and Abigail.  They were constantly teetering toward orgasm 
during their entire visit so far, building up to it, almost reaching it, being 
denied.  Now they were too heated in their loins and their breasts and 
their heads to refuse.  They both bit their lips, hearing him speak, nodded.  
And then they both leaned back and tossed their hair clear of their faces, 
as if nonchalant about it, uncaring, though their bottoms wiggled with 
anxious regret upon hearing their sentece pronounced as they sat on his 
knee.  For it would be like a sentence, both of them sensed that, a slow 
affair, with hopefully much balling inbetween each lash of the whip, 
taking perhaps an hour, perhaps more.  The two girls looked at each other.  
Their eyes showed girlish worry and they impulsively leaned across 
toward each other and embraced and kissed.  Then, bravely, at a command 
from Master, they separated and got up from his knees.
         Master had both girls walk ahead of him.  He drew off his belt so 
there would be no misunderstanding that the time for teasing and talking 
and rebellion was over.  The girls clasped hands, then let go again, as if 
desiring to be more womanly.  They walked separately.  Abigail went ahead 
of them, opening doors, then behind, to close the doors after Master and 
Beverly, holding hands, had passed through.
         Elaine�s long blonde hair trailed behind her as she walked, cascading 
down her back and almost reaching her waist.  Beverly suggested quietly 
to Master that it be cut, so he could whip her back without having to first 
pin up her hair.
         �No,� he replied, too quiet for the girls in front of him to hear.  
�Anything might be done to them, however cruel, but their hair must never 
be cut.  It is long and beautiful, and I like it that way.  Trimmed, if needed, 
to keep their bottoms bare and uncovered, but nothing more.�
         Beverly smiled, nodded.  She liked the easy nature of the man about 
girls and cruelty, mixed with a tender gentleness for the most inane 
things; things which, however, in her mind separated the true lovers and 
sadists from the mere hopefulls, men who didn�t understand and would 
never understand because they were too busy dominating a girl, instead of 
using dominance to draw her out.
         The girls walked with a quiet composure.  They felt a sense of 
forboding mixed with delight.  They were thoroughly nude and made-up.  
Their hair was brushed, their lashes were perfectly combed, their 
eyebrows were stencilled and their cheeks were powdered.  Their lips 
were painted bright red.  They were stripped to just their sneakers, which 
they�d removed for their bucket bath and then put back on, keeping them 
dry.  Master had watched them with leering eyes as they bent, all knees 
and bobbing breasts and long lovely thighs, and tied their sneakers back on.  
They enjoyed being loved by an absoultely handsome and wealthy and 
devoted master.  They liked the idea of having servants, of being served, 
catered to, worried over.  Yet there was a price, as in all things.  They 
must surrender their bodies.  Yet was it not so in all things?  Would they 
not, if not to Master, surrender their wombs, and surrender themselves 
one day to the pain of childbirth, to the soreness of nursing a newborn?           
Elaine bowed her head and walked on, watching her large breasts sway 
under her chin.  She lifted her hands, touched her belly.  It would be full 
with His seed by morning.  She felt the quiet opening and closing of her 
white bottomcheeks behind her as she took each step.  She would be lashed 
there.  She knew he would strike her there, to see her show emotion and to 
test her love for him.  And he would quarter her, pulling her apart in back, 
and he would shove himself...  somewhere.  She was glad she�d helped little 
Jackie get used to having something up her butt, for he would most 
certainly want both of them every possible way before he permitted them 
to leave.  Elaine looked over at Jackie.  If only the girl knew that she 
herself had never permitted anything up her bottom!  She�d fucked the girl 
with the dildo more for herself than anything, to see what it was really 
like, how much it actually hurt, what it was like the next day when it was 
over but you could still feel the presence of the phallus lingering in your 
hole.  What it was like the first time you pooped after having had 
something up you.
         The girls� ankles were trim and their legs were long.  Their asses 
hovered above their thighs, below their waists, sticking out in their 
whitness against the tanned flesh of the girls� limbs and backs like twin 
white bunny tails, hoping to hop away before the farmer�s shotgun found 
them.  There was a slight tensing of the cheeks now and then, as each girl 
considered her fate.  And then she�d toss her hair back, and the tightness 
of the rear cheeks would ease a little as she told herself it wouldn�t be 
too bad, more love than pain.  More Master than his belt.
         Downstairs the girls were let into a cold room with bare tiled walls 
and a stone floor.  Both girls saw with dismay, lifting their arms to their 
bosoms to ward off the cold, the antiseptic nature of the room.  They had 
expected perhaps a soft bed, flowers, a pillow or two, perhaps a friendly 
teddy bear.  Instead there was only the cold, white tile.  A single bulb in 
the center of the tiled ceiling stood naked, casting a harsh white light.  
Everything would be seen in this room, in this implacable light; the spaces 
between legs, the softness between the cheeks of one�s bottom.  It would 
be quite impossible for them to hide anything.  Against a far wall, 
standing in the nude shivering, observing it, the girls saw iron shackles 
where they would be held.  The shackles had been padded on their insides 
to keep them from chafing the girls� legs and wrists, but it was small 
comfort, given how the shackles would expose all the rest of them to their 
Master�s whims.
         On a table against the opposite wall, as far as possible from the 
shackles, stood a small table.  There was water there, and ammonia pads 
to revive a girl, and vinegar for her breasts and snatch and bottomhole if 
she kicked and screamed while being bound to the wall.  But while she was 
bound to the wall she would not actually be up against it, for standing out 
from the wall were two posts.  They were heavily padded, as if a girl 
might desire to throw herself against the posts, and require protection.
         �Get them chained up,� Master said to Lady Beverly and Abigail.  He 
went to the table and poured himself a drink from a bottle of bourbon 
sitting there.  It was in a fresh bucket of ice, as if placed there by a maid 
before their arrival.  A maid who knew, though she would not be present, 
what they would be up to.  Elaine shivered, seeing the bucket.  Had the 
maid glimpsed her walking by, in the nude, to her fate, wearing just her 
sneakers.  She hoped not.
         �May I have a drink first?� Jackie asked.  
         For once Elaine was glad to hear the girl speak up.  Her brown eyes 
looked imploringly at Master.  Was she playing for time?
         �You�ll only have to go to the bathroom afterward,� he said.  But he 
let them both have a drink anyway, for Beverly suggested they might need 
anesthesia.  She knew Master�s mind better than he did.  She could see that 
he was on the brink of madness tonight, looking at such splendid girls.  
He�d had many before, but Jackie was so young, and Elaine, obediently, had 
gotten her nipples pierced for him, though girls rarely did that, preferring 
instead to show up as they were and take their chances with angering him.  
They all left pierced, of course.  Master insisted on that.  Sometimes in 
just their nipples, sometimes in their tongues too, or even in their labial 
lips, or their clitoral hood.  One girl had been pierced right through her 
clitty.  Beverly would always remember her screams of impassioned agony 
as it happened.  Never had pleasure been mixed so intimately with pain.
         They all sipped drinks.  The two girls were naked, Beverly and 
Abigail topless, Master still fully clothed.  He was desperate to draw 
himself free of his pants but he knew if he did, Elaine and Jackie would be 
impossible to stop from blow-jobbing him, eager to win a reprieve.  He 
couldn�t trust himself not to let them both off if they made him cum, if 
they wearied him, if they worked him until he was exhausted and his balls 
were empty.  Two girls with avid mouths might end the evening for him in 
ten minutes.  He was not as young as he looked.  He worked out very hard 
and was blessed with impeccable good looks, which made him appear 
dignified as he aged, rather than old.  But he knew his limits and he knew 
how young and strong both girls were.  Now he would wear them down to 
his level, and only afterward would he fuck them.
         �Come, girls,� Beverly said at last.  �To the posts.�  She was 
slightly taller than Elaine and Elaine was taller than Jackie, so Beverly 
put a hand behind both girls heads and walked them to the posts.  The 
girls� bare bottoms wiggled anxiously as they walked.  They tried to look 
back over their shoulders at Master but Beverly�s hands prevented that.
         �Press yourselves up against the posts,� Beverly told both girls.  
�Embrace them.�  First Jackie, somewhat curious, did as Lady Beverly 
asked, then Elaine.  Both girls hugged the well-padded posts and then 
waited as their limbs were drawn forward by Lady Beverly, or by Abigail, 
for both worked to get them ready, and chained up against the cold tiled 
wall.
         Jackie felt Abigail lift both her arms, high up, past the post and 
toward the wall, her hands not quite touching it, lofted high in an acute 
angle, then shackled in iron.  She was glad for the padding inside each iron 
cuff for her wrists were barely healed from the hemp rope she�d endured 
in the cabin.  As she wondered why she was subjecting her body yet again 
to the will of others (though at the same time humping the post with her 
hungry pussy), she noticed that the post bulged out slightly where her hips 
and private made contact.  
         �Oooh, I can rub myself quite easily,� Jackie said with a naughty 
grin to Elaine.  
         �You�ll both make the posts quite wet there with your spendings,� 
Beverly assured the girls, pinning up Elaine�s hands.
         �Notice what it does to your bottom,� Elaine warned Jackie.  She 
was striving to remain still, though she longed to let herself go and rub up 
against the post like Jackie was doing.
         �Oooh, it shoves my bottom back and lifts it a little,� Jackie 
declared.  She looked back, watched the curve of her hips as she humped 
the easily ridden bulge in the post.  Her bulge had been crafted lower 
down; helpful servants had adjusted the padding, rewrapping the post, 
judging Jackie�s height with their eyes.
         Elaine watched as Abigail knelt by her feet.  She drew her feet 
forward a little, so that they were out in front of Elaine�s body.  The pose 
forced Elaine to bear down with her naked pussy upon the hump in the post.  
Abigail locked shackles around her ankles.  Elaine�s legs, drawn forward 
like this, were also spread about two feet apart, which put her in a lewd 
squat-like pose.  It made her heinie thrust back at Master.  She could do 
nothing now but await his depredations.  She was thankful for the high 
flat heels on her sneakers for otherwise she would have had to stand on 
tiptoe to accomodate the pose Abigail required of her.  When Elaine�s legs 
were spread and both shackled at the ankle, Abigail hurried to Jackie and 
did the same to her.  Lady Beverly was above kneeling to serve the girls.
         �They are ready, Master,� Beverly said when Abigail had finished.  
Both girls looked at each other, humped their posts, then glanced back at 
Master as they heard him unzip himself and draw out his cock.  He picked 
up his belt.  �Should they be gagged?� Lady Beverly asked him.
         �Only if I must be very severe,� he replied.  �No one can hear.  But 
they might bite their tongues.  Wait awhile.  Let me test their mettle and 
see what sort of response I get.�
         �How many swats do we have to get?� Jackie asked with alarm.  The 
girl was busy humping her post, hoping to cum, and she�d forgotten, 
perhaps, that pleasure wasn�t the only emotion Master intended for her to 
feel.
         �There is no limit,� Master replied.  He gave the belt a playful swish 
across the floor.  �I will judge your emotional state, your responsiveness.  
It is well that you hump the post so eagerly, for it will be your only 
respite from the pain.  Of course, it is quite lewd for you to do it.  So try 
not to, if you wish for me to judge you ladylike and well-mannered.�
         �Oooohh!� Elaine wailed.  She loved the sound of his voice and it 
made her hump her own post, which she�d already done a little of, but had 
stopped when Beverly scared her with talk of a gag.
         �Look how wanton they are,� Beverly laughed.  �They look like two 
little Indians out in the forest pleasuring themselves on trees.�
         �They�ll both pee on those posts before I�m through with them,� 
Master grinned.  �The night is yet young, and I won�t be unchaining them.�
         �Oh, pleeeease, Master.  Let us go now!� Jackie implored him.
         �No my sweet.  The time has come for your bumptious little ass to 
get what it richly deserves,� he replied.
         With a long, slow, uncoiling of his belt as it arched through the air, 
Master struck Jackie.  He chose her first because she was the noisiest and 
always demanding attention.  Now, suddenly, as she shouted out how much 
the belt hurt and stood up on her toes, humping her post for relief when 
the pain began to subside from that first awful stroke, she had all the 
attention she needed.  Beverly and Abigail laughed.  Master laughed.
         �Ohhhhh, it hurts weally BADLY!� Jackie pouted when she�d recovered 
herself and was merely humping the post.
         �Of course, dear.  It�s designed to produce emotion,� Lady Beverly 
answered.  �And look at Elaine, so tense.  Loosen her up, Master dear.�
         �Yes, I will.  She�ll hump her post like a hungry female animal.�  He 
let go the belt again and it went thwacking against Elaine�s bottom.  She 
howled out a scream, tried to squeeze her cheeks against the pain, tried 
not to be too vocal but couldn�t help it.
         �Oh, stop!  It hurts!� Elaine begged.
         �Only the first, my dear.  Only the first.  More to come.  Pour me a 
drink, Abigail.�
         �Yessir!� Abigail said.  She gave him a quick salute.  The belt 
frightened her.  She knew there were worse things curled up in the big 
drawer suspended under the tabletop.
         The strokes were laid on, each one slow and deliberate, with time 
inbetween for the girls to absorb each stinging blow.
         �Look!  They�re trying to climb the posts!� Lady Beverly laughed.  It 
was common enough.  Girls, subjected to the whip, tried to somehow 
scamper up the posts in hopes of saving themselves.  It was quite useless, 
for they were shackled, but they tried anyway.  Elaine and Jackie�s white 
bottomcheeks turned a pale pink and then a deeper pink as the strokes 
were applied.  When Master had burnished each bottom into the color of the 
sky before sunrise, he switched to a more definite impliment.
         �Oh, no!� Elaine cried, straining her neck back.  Master took a riding 
crop from the drawer under the table.  It was thick.  He flexed it a little 
with his strong arms and then, his penis exposed to her, looking thick and 
turgid and dripping with pre-cum, he laid it in with a quick, deliberate 
stroke against her bottom.  He struck her under her cheeks so that she was 
lifted up. 
         �A little help in climbing the post,� he laughed, but Elaine howled 
for a female�s undercheeks are the most tender part of her heinie.  She did 
indeed struggle to climb the post.  Then Jackie was struck, and both of 
them went mad humping and trying to climb their posts with their legs 
parted and open and shackled.

         At dawn, with a knock from the maid on the door to let Master know 
breakfast was served, both girls emerged from the tiled room.  The maid 
regarded them dourly.  She was a women in her late 50�s, fat, too wise and 
ugly to spend the night trying to climb some post with her feet shackled 
to the floor.  Master came after the girls, then Beverly, finally Abigail, 
who closed up all the drawers and put everything away as efficiently as 
she could, though the middle-aged maid would actually clean the room.
         Elaine and Jackie were drenched in tears.  Great sobs tore from their 
ribs, making their breasts bounce, their necks strain.  Their makeup was 
ruined from them rubbing their wet faces on their posts with abandon, 
despite it being waterproof.  Their legs trembled and their curving hips 
shook with their sobs.  Both of them were utterly nude, except for 
sneakers, and they looked at the middle-aged maid with frightened, 
remorseful eyes.  They both clutched their bottoms frantically, trying to 
protect themselves, to somehow assauge the pain.  Elaine�s nipples were 
stiff, with rings through them, and in looking at the girl�s bare breasts, 
the maid, glancing at Jackie, saw that she still needed rings.
         The maid entered the tiled room.  She saw there was no blood, at 
least.  Master had been gentler than he sometimes was.  Perhaps he loved 
these girls.  She stooped, picked up a condom.  Yes.  He�d spared them his 
seed.  It came dripping out of the condom in great globs.  Perhaps he was 
saving them, would impregnate them later on, after enjoying them more.  
She knew no girls stayed here on the Pill.  All must be in danger of 
surrendering their wombs, their lives as they knew them, to Master.  The 
maid tutted and turned, looked out the door.  And there, to her disgust and 
surprise, she saw both girls, standing on tip-toe, still holding their 
bottoms, both leaning in to Master and showering his face with kisses.
         �Thank you, Master!� both girls said in high-pitched voices, eagerly, 
almost desperately, lest he take them back into the room and flog them 
again.
         �Thank you for making us good!� the girls said.  Master leaned down, 
let them kiss his face.  He patted the backs of their heads and their manes 
of long hair where it fell down their backs.  And then, stepping back from 
them, amused, he said to Beverly, �Take them upstairs and give them both 
herbal massages on their bottoms.  I want them ready for me when I 
should need them again, perhaps tonight, or tomorrow.  I must have 
breakfast now, and then I must drive into town.�
         �Yes, dear,� Lady Beverly replied.  And taking the girls by the backs 
of their heads, she led them away down the hall.  Both girls tried to look 
back at Master, to bade him stay, but Beverly�s hands prevented it, and 
they were both quite busy holding their bottoms.

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