A Lusty Date
written by Lusty Vamp
 2003 Lusty Vamp 
 
 
It was just after 7:00 P.M. Saturday evening when my computer alerted me that I 
had incoming e-mail. The note was brief and to the point, "We are going out 
tonight. Pick me up at 8:30 P.M. sharp!!!". The message was signed simply, 
"MH". Mistress Heather, or more specifically, my Mistress. You see, I am the 
collared slave of the beautiful enchantress, Mistress Heather Lee. She owns 
every bit of my 5' 7", 125 pound body. my 36C titties are Mistress Heather's 
alone to do with as she pleases. As is my shaven cunt. I am Hers', body and 
soul.
As I read the e-mail, my mind raced. Time, time was everything now. The clock 
on my computer screen read 7:03 P.M. 'It's twenty minutes to Mistress's home, if 
I'm lucky,' I reasoned. 'God damn it, I only have an hour and ten minutes. Oh 
shit,' I thought. 'Well,' I thought 'at least I don't have to undress.' You see I was 
already naked. Mistress Heather always makes me wear my 'uniform' whenever I 
work on my computer. First I must be completely naked and wearing 6-inch high 
heel pumps. Then I have to wear leather wrist and ankle cuffs, as well as leather 
cuffs buckled around the top of each thigh. Between the ankle and thigh cuff I put 
in place a steel snap link, in this way I cannot stand. Then I take a 4-foot piece of 
rope 
and wrap it around my waist twice. The ends of this rope are then tied to my wrist 
cuffs. After this is all done I must insert a 1-inch thick butt plug into my ass. Once 
I am in "uniform" I can work on the computer.
I began to free myself almost before I was done reading Mistress Heather's 
message. I had to hurry. As soon as I was free I raced for the shower. Turned the 
hot water valve on full and step into the shower stall. The water was almost ice 
cold, but I didn't have time to wait for it to warm up, my nipples instantly 
hardened. I scrubbed myself thoroughly and then shampooed my shoulder length 
black hair. And since I hadn't shaved my pussy in two days I took my razor and 
quickly made sure that there was no stubble. Mistress Heather requires her 
slaves to have a soft and silky smooth pussy at all times. And, I wanted to make 
sure that I would 
meet her high standards. When I was done in the shower I stepped out and 
began to dry myself rapidly with a large bath towel. Wrapping the large bath 
towel around my naked body I ran to the computer screen and saw that I had 
spent 25 valuable minutes in the shower. Panicked I raced to my bathroom vanity 
and grabbed my hair drier. Turning it on I began the process of drying my hair. 
my hair was about half dry when I put the hair drier aside and began to apply my 
make-up. Heavy lipstick, mascara, Jovan White Musk.
At least it didn't take me long to decide what to wear. Mistress Heather never 
allows me to wear underwear when we go out, so I didn't have to bother with a 
bra or panties. Quick as I could I found my blue mini skirt that Mistress Heather 
likes so well. The skirt is very short with the hem ending a good ten inches above 
my knees. As I looked for the skirt I also looked for my white "slut" blouse. This 
blouse is very sheer and has elastic around the mid-riff, which acts a bit like a 
bra. Needless to say the ensemble I was about to put on would conceal very little 
of my well rounded and tanned body. The outfit shouted to the world "I'm a slut". 
It 
was humiliating to be seen in public in such attire, but it pleased Mistress 
Heather. And, that is all that counted.
Once I was dressed, if you want to call it that, I still had a few details to attend to. 
Five inch black heels, gold ankle chain, and bangle earrings. Last, but far from 
least, was the fine sliver chain that went about my neck. This necklace is worn 
much like a dog's choke collar would be worn. The loose end I let hang down 
towards my ample titties. This chain is symbolic of Mistress Heather's collar, and 
I must always wear it when out in public.
Now that I was ready I took a long look at myself in my full-length bedroom 
mirror. What I saw was a slut. my hard nipples could easily be seen through the 
thin material of my blouse. Glancing at the bedroom clock I was pleased with 
myself since it was just now 8 P.M. I still had plenty of time. As I walked through 
the living room I grabbed my purse and opened it. I inspected my purse to make 
sure that it's contents met Mistress Heather's requirements. Two leather wrist 
cuffs, check. Twelve 
wooden clothes pins, check. Twelve alligator style clips, check. One large black 
dildo and one vibrator, check and double check. One small, and one large butt 
plug, check. Everything seemed to be in order, so I started for the door as fast as 
my five inch heels would allow.
I unlocked the door to my blue S-10 pickup and stepped in behind the wheel. 
Once the motor was started I noticed the dashboard clock read 8:05, still lots of 
time. I shifted the manual transmission into reverse and started backing out of my 
driveway. It was then that my self-destructive nature reared it's ugly head. I had 
twenty-five 
minutes to make a twenty minute trip, why in the world would I speed? I still 
don't know where it came from but the first thing I knew there was a police car 
right behind me, with it's lights flashing and siren screeching. As I steered toward 
the curb I prayed the car would race on by me. But, I wasn't going to be that 
lucky. 
As I pulled to a stop the police car pulled right up behind me. I shifted the truck 
into natural, set the parking brake and waited. And waited. Finally, the blond 
female officer came up to my window. "Do you know," she started to say in a not 
so unfriendly way. Then for just a moment she was stunned into silence as she 
noticed how I was dressed. Her demeanor suddenly got considerably cooler as 
she started over, "Do you know how fast you were going back there?"
"Gosh, I wasn't speeding, was I", I tried to be coy. That ploy had worked on male 
police officers before. But this blonde bimbo wasn't buying it.
"I have you on radar going 62 in a 45 MPH zone. What's the rush anyway, late 
for a date?" I could tell that behind her dark sunglasses she was eyeing me from 
head to toe as she spoke. Anyway she asked for and I gave her my driver's 
license and proof of insurance. Then she walked back to her squad car and 
wrote me a ticket. All I could do for ten long minutes was sit there in my truck and 
ponder the punishments that my Mistress would surely inflict upon me for being 
late. I can tell you it 
wasn't a pleasant ten minutes, because I knew that Mistress Heather would be 
pissed. And I always pay a heavy price whenever Mistress is upset with me. 
Finally, after what seemed like hours I was free to go.
As I again started on my way, I noticed the truck clock read 8:25. All was lost 
since it was still almost six miles to Mistress Heather's beautiful home. There was 
no way in hell I'd be on time now. The damning clock shouted 8:42 as I pulled 
into Mistress Heather's driveway. I parked next to Mistress Heather's silver 
Porsche Boxster. I was doomed, yet for some silly reason I could feel the sexual 
excitement begin to build between my legs. Snatching my purse I got out of my 
truck, and straightened what little there was of my skirt. At almost a trot, I dashed 
around Mistress Heather's house to the rear door. Quickly I ran up the porch 
steps to the door and rang the doorbell. Then I assumed the respectful and 
submissive position 
that Mistress Heather requires. Kneeling, head and eyes lowered and arms 
behind the back.
In that submissive poise I waited to be allowed admittance into Mistress Heather 
Lee's realm. One thing that this slave has learned over the years is how 
underrated kneeling is as a form of punishment, especially when done on a hard 
surface such wood or cement. Anyway, there I knelt on the hard cement of 
Mistress Heather's porch for what seemed like an eternity. I wanted to ring the 
bell again, but dared not. my knees began to ache from the pressure of my 
weight. Had I angered Mistress Heather so, that she would make me wait all 
night? 'No', I thought to myself, 'she has far 
worse things in store for this worthless slave girl.' I felt my pussy lips begin 
to fill with passion as I pondered the possibilities.
Then without warning the door was flung open, my heart skipped a beat, it 
startled me so. In my submissive position I couldn't see Mistress Heather except 
for her beautiful bare feet. But I could certainly hear her. "you are late," her tone 
was very harsh and cold. Any hope that I had harbored was dashed. For two long 
minutes Mistress stood there, finally in her measured style she ordered, "Well, 
don't just kneel there, come in."
I began to stand when Mistress Heather stopped me. Her voice was filled with 
sweetness now as she purred, "honey, did anyone tell you to stand"? So as 
Mistress Heather Lee held her door open I crawled into her kitchen on my knees. 
Still with my head lowered and hands behind my back. I dared not look at 
Mistress Heather but I knew she was watching me closely. As I crawled toward 
the center of the kitchen I heard the door close behind me with a bang. I stopped 
near the center of the room. From my humble position I could hear Mistress 
Heather's soft footsteps as she walked 
around to stand in front of me. Mistress came to stand just in front of my face. It 
was at this point that I realized for the first time that Mistress Heather was naked 
from at least the waist down. With my head bowed as it was all I could see of 
Mistress Heather was from her naval downward. Her neatly trimmed bush was 
just inches from my watering mouth. I felt my juices begin to ooze as I was forced 
to stare at her love nest. God, how I longed to feel her soft body tremble under 
the assault of my hot tongue.
"What on earth am I going to do with you, barb," Mistress almost cooed as she 
began to berate her slave girl.
"I....I," I began to stammer.
"Shut up slut, I don't care to listen to your jabbering," Mistress Heather nearly 
shouted. I immediately fell silent. I could sense Mistress Heather reveling in her 
control over me. "Look at me when I speak to you slut," my Mistress demanded, 
and I instantly obeyed. As I raised my eyes to meet hers I saw that Mistress 
Heather was completely nude. my eyes were allowed a brief glimpse of the 
beautiful body that my Mistress possesses. my heart began to race as I viewed 
Mistress Heather's slim and well toned female physique. Her pert breasts were 
so very deserving of my special 
talents. Then I was mesmerized by the loveliness of her oval face and cold 
hazel eyes. "you are late again, barb," her voice once again filled with sexy 
sweetness, "this makes three times in the last month. What am I going to do with 
you?" Mistress Heather continued her lecture, "when I summon you, barb, you 
MUST be 
on time. I can't stress that enough. Yet, you continue to blatantly defy me, your 
Mistress," there seemed to be a bit of disappointment in her voice now. "Do you 
remember how you were punished the last time you were late, barb?"
Oh gosh, did I remember! Mistress Heather had made me wear one of those 
dreadful steel alligator clamps on each of my poor nipples all evening. I was 
almost in tears just thinking about the pain those awful little serrated teeth had 
caused me. Those cold clamps certainly hadn't shown me any mercy as they dug 
deep into the tender flesh of my nipples. And had that painful lesson taught this 
miserable slut anything? Apparently, not!! "Well, speak up, dear. Do you 
remember?"
"Yes ...yes ... I remember ... it was awful," I somehow stammered, still staring into 
Mistress Heather's cold stern eyes. I wanted to beg for mercy. To plead that it 
wasn't my fault. But I dared not to anger my Mistress further.
"It was so awful that it didn't teach you a damn thing did it, bitch?" Shit, how could 
I argue with that? "And do you remember what I promised you if you were ever 
late again?" 
Literally, a tear came to my eye as I said, "yes, Mistress, I remember."
"Come now, dear, tell me what did I promise you if you continued your 
unacceptable behavior?" I wanted to beg for mercy, to plead that I would do 
better. But, I knew better, it was no use. 
Finally, I summoned the courage to answer the question, "Mistress ... you told 
me .... that .... that if I were late again I .... I ...would have to not only wear clamps 
on my nipples but .... but ... but, on ... but on .... my pussy lips as well."
"So you did at least know what is in store for you?" Mistress Heather asked 
almost pleasantly.
"Yes ... yes ... Mis ... Mist ... Mistress, I knew" I nearly sobbed, still staring deeply 
into her stern eyes.
"barb, dear, it really does hurt my heart to have to continue punishing you week 
after week for your tardiness," Mistress Heather went on, "but you really do have 
to learn this lesson."
"Yes, Mistress," was my only answer. But, I wanted to scream, 'but, your not 
ready, Mistress. your not even dressed. you are late TOO.' Oh, but I knew better 
than to say anything like that, I had learned that lesson well.
"Well, then, hon, take six alligator clips out of your purse and place them on the 
floor in front of you. Then you may take off your blouse." With trembling hands I 
instantly obeyed my Mistress's command. First, I took out the clips and arranged 
them as Mistress had ordered, on the floor in front of me. Then, laying my purse 
aside, I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and let it slip from my shoulders, exposing 
my ample titties. Mistress Heather couldn't help but notice my arousal, my 
nipples were 
both knotted up into tight little balls. And, I had to secretly admit to myself that I 
loved Mistress Heather's cruel attention, like a wanton slut, I craved it.
"Okay, hon, please hand me one of your little friends." Taking the proffered clip 
Mistress Heather kissed it. Giving the cold steel 'the kiss of pain' and handed it 
back. "Now, barb, that kiss was meant for your left nipple." Dutifully, I took the 
clip and placed it on my left nipple. The pain surged through my trembling body, 
as the steel teeth of the devilish clip bit deep into my sensitive flesh. Our eyes 
were 
still locked as Mistress Heather sweetly purred, "barb, dear, would you like 
another one of my special kisses?" I didn't trust myself to respond, other than to 
hand 
Mistress another clip and nod my head. Again she kissed the awful clip and 
handed it back to me saying simply, "Right nipple, dear."
Again, taking the dreadful instrument I placed it on my own hardened right nipple. 
Once more Mistress Heather's cruel "kiss" bit deep into my soft and tender flesh. 
It just wasn't fair; cold hard, unmerciful steel against soft female flesh. After the 
second clip was properly in place Mistress Heather allowed me to put my flimsy 
blouse back on. Then I was ordered to lift my skirt, which I immediately complied 
with. The ritual was played out six more times as each of my pussy lips received 
three of Mistress Heather Lee's special "kisses". my whole inner core was racked 
by the unremitting pain that the innocent looking clips caused. "Now, honey, I 
would like you to take out your large butt plug," Mistress cooed sweetly.
'Oh, god no,' my mind shouted, even as I complied. Reaching for my purse, I 
quickly found the one-and-a-half inch ass plug and placed it on the floor at my 
knees.
Then Mistress Heather took my silver chain collar and pulled my face very close 
to hers. In this position she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Listen you 
little slut, I can't promise you that you will learn anything from this lesson. BUT I 
CAN guarantee you, my little slave slut, that this is a lesson that you are NEVER 
going to forget." I knew she was right, Mistress Heather is always right! "Now, 
lean forward and get that tight little ass of yours high in the air, your knees 
spread 
wide like the slut you are" she demanded. When I had my 36C titties pressed 
firmly into her ceramic tile flooring and my ass raised high in the air with my legs 
spread obscenely wide Mistress Heather softly said, "Slut, you now have ten 
seconds 
to bury that plug in your asshole." In my haste, I fumbled around and dropped the 
plug. scrambling I retrieved it and quickly had it posed for insertion. I realized I 
didn't have much time left, so without any preliminaries I rammed the plug all the 
way home in one forceful stroke. It sent another shock wave of pain racing 
through my ravaged body.
"To slow, slut. Pull it out and try again," were Mistress Heather's only words. I 
could only obey. "Insert it again slut," Mistress demanded. Instantly I drove the 
evil plug deep into my ass, harder than before. "To slow slut, pull it out." Again I 
obeyed. It came to my mind that Mistress was watching me fuck my own 
asshole.
"Ram it home, slut," I could almost hear the glee in Mistress Heather's voice. 
Again I slammed the plug home, deep into my ass. "To slow, you stupid slut. Try 
again," she slapped my left ass check hard to add effect to her words. The blow 
was so sharp and sudden that it made me jump. And again, I plunged the evil 
instrument home. 
"Here, let me show you bitch," Mistress Heather nearly hissed as she grabbed 
the tip of the butt plug and nearly tore it from my poor abused ass. Then three 
times in rapid secession Mistress hammered the plug hard into my ass hole and 
pulled it out just as fast. my whole body was ablaze with both lust and pain at the 
same time. Then after a moment, Mistress Heather slammed the awful butt plug 
home with such force it flattened me right out on the floor. The jaws of my nipple 
clamps were pinched even tighter than before, and a small gasp escaped my 
painted lips. Just as fast as possible I returned to my sluttish submissive position. 
"Now don't you so 
much as move a muscle, while I get dressed. Do you understand, bitch?"
Somehow I found the strength to answer in the affirmative. Mistress Heather 
seemed to be gone for an extremely long time. All that time, I was left to wallow 
in my agony. my poor nipples burned like the very fires of hell. And my pussy lips 
felt as if they were being prodded by red-hot pokers. My mind was awash in a 
sea of flaming misery. My body was lost in an ocean of torment without bounds. 
And yet, I knew that 
this was only the beginning of a long, long evening, the worst of which was yet to 
come.
After an eon Mistress Heather returned to stand before me. She ordered me to 
my feet, and to pull down and straighten my short skirt. With my butt plug still 
rammed deep inside my body I obeyed without hesitation. As I rose to my feet on 
wobbly legs I saw that Mistress Heather was dressed in a most sophisticated 
looking black satin pant suit. Under her suit jacket Mistress wore what appeared 
to be a white silk blouse. For shoes, Mistress Heather wore a fashionable chunky 
heeled, three inch black pump. Add to that the pearl teardrop earrings Mistress 
wore, and she 
presented an uncompromising picture of pure elegance. Brushing my cheek with 
an 
affectionate kiss Mistress Heather purred in her sexiest voice, "Well, hon, what 
are we waiting for? Let's go to dinner."
With that she ordered me to stand. I picked up my purse and stood on legs that 
were less than steady. Mistress Heather handed me her car keys and purse as 
we walked out the door, and I offered her my arm. Thus, arm in arm, I was led 
around the house to where our vehicles were parked. It was understood that I 
would be driving Mistress Heather's powerful sports car. On our evenings out I 
always acted as the chauffeur. And, we always took Mistress Heather's sexy car. 
As I had been trained to do, I opened the passenger door for Mistress Heather 
and once she was properly seated, I closed it. Then I walked around the car to 
take my place behind the steering wheel. That was a bit easier said than done, 
since Mistress Heather's car 
sits so low. I'm sure that Mistress Heather got a good look at my bald beaver as I 
entered the car. my skirt was way to short for modesty in this situation. Of 
course, sitting down in my seat only drove the butt plug deeper into my well 
stretched and abused ass. While I started the engine I asked my Mistress where 
we were going. "Oh, I don't know dear, let's go to Maxine's, okay?"
As if I had any say in the matter, I could only respond, "Of course, Mistress." 
Maxine's is a very fashionable restaurant, cocktail lounge in our area that is 
frequented by mostly lesbians. As I drove Mistress Heather finally queried me as 
to why I was late. I told her about the speeding ticket, and explained about the 
very slow female office that had given it to me. I explained that I had left home in 
plenty of time to make our appointment, had it not been for being stopped by the 
police. This only led to a lecture, by Mistress, about time management and 
how 'I should have planned for any eventuality'. I tried to explain that 
I had spent extra time trying to achieve just the right "look" for Mistress's 
pleasure. 'honey, it would have been far better to have come to me naked but on 
time.' my throbbing nipples and pussy lips couldn't have agreed more. When we 
arrived at Maxine's I pulled Mistress Heather's sleek car up close to the door and 
stopped. Getting out of the car I walked, on wobbly legs, around the vehicle to 
open Mistress Heather's door and allow her to exit in her graceful fashion. As she 
exited the vehicle she grabbed her purse. Then I went back to the car, got in, and 
drove it to the very back of the large parking lot, where Mistress had told me to 
park. Since Mistress doesn't allow me to carry a purse on our public outings, I 
took $300 and placed it inside my blouse next to my left tit. Then I got out and 
started the 
long trek back to the restaurant door, where I had dropped off my Mistress.
It was a long walk, at least 200-250 feet. With each step I could feel my ass plug 
rubbing deep inside of me. But, at least it wasn't causing me the same anguish 
that all of the well placed clamps were. As I walked onward my legs seemed to 
regain some strength. It was well after dark now, but the parking lot was very well 
lit. I must have made quite a sluttish sight strutting through that lot in my ultra-
mini skirt and five inch heels. But, I was oblivious to everything expect the pain 
raking 
my barely concealed body. And, of course, my amazingly beautiful Mistress.
After meeting my Mistress at the front door, she handed me her purse where I 
deposited her car keys and we walked in, arm in arm. Of course, I held the door 
open for my graceful Mistress. Every single head in the eatery turned towards me 
as we walked towards our table. I was absolutely petrified that I would lose my 
plug right then and there. I tensed the muscles in my ass as much as possible. 
Needless to say I was really relived once we were seated at our table. You see, 
sitting drove my plug deeper into me, but on the upside, I didn't have to worry 
about losing control and it falling out. Mistress ordered for both of us, almost as if 
I weren't even there. A small tossed salad, no dressing, for me, and chicken al 
grandee for herself. I must have given her a quizzical look, because, while the 
waiter was still 
within ear shot, she said, "hon, your getting a little dumpy. We need to put you on 
a bit of a diet." Dumpy. DUMPY!! Such cruel words. Those few words hurt me 
nearly as much as the metal clamps that were assaulting my defenseless body 
from all angles. Mistress ordered a white wine to go with her chicken. When 
Mistress Heather offered me a taste of her wine I quickly agreed. Smiling at me 
demurely, she took her second 
finger (yes, you know the one I mean) and twirled it around in her wine goblet, 
then presented the dripping finger to my parched lips. Being the semi-well trained 
slave that I am, I sucked Mistress Heather's "fuck finger" deep into my mouth. As 
I licked 
her finger clean with my hot tongue I savored the sweet taste of the wine. She 
repeated this act two more times during our meal, much to my embarrassment. I 
was just a slut in public, being used for her Mistress's amusement.
After a while Mistress informed me that it was time to leave. I knew what that 
meant, and reached inside my blouse for tip money. I pulled out a $10 bill, and 
left it on the table. Mistress insists that I leave big tips when we are out, so that 
we will be remembered. Sure, like anyone was likely to forget us. I replaced the 
wad of bills back in my blouse and escorted Mistress up to the cash register 
where I naturally paid the $35 tab. Mistress enjoyed watching me act like a slut, 
taking 
money in and out of my blouse. On our way to the door, Mistress, informed me 
that we were now on our way to E.G.. Thornbury's, which is a lesbian bar in 
town.
At the front door Mistress and I again momentarily parted company as I went to 
retrieve the car. Again I made the long trek though the parking lot. Alone in my 
throbbing agony. When I pulled the sports car alongside Mistress Heather I 
hopped out and dashed around to open her door and close it. How amusing that 
must have been to any observant bystander. I drove to T.J.'s and again let 
Mistress Heather out near the front door. Once more I had to run around the car 
to open her door. Then I parked as before at the very rear of the parking lot and 
walked back to where 
Mistress Heather was waiting. I then escorted Mistress Heather up the front walk. 
Again carrying her purse I held the door open as we entered the lesbian bar. It 
was by now almost 10:45 P.M. and the party atmosphere of the place was in full 
swing. 
The music was loud, with a beat, which under different circumstances would 
have made me want to swing my hips. Suddenly I heard a shout, "Hey Heather, 
over here." Out in the crowd of tables I saw a dazzling brunette signaling 
Mistress Heather toward her. Mistress steered me forward to the table. The 
stunning brunette stood up as Mistress and I approached. The two women 
embraced as they met and exchanged quick kisses on the cheek.
"How very nice to see you Madame Leslie, it was kind of you to come." my 
Mistress said as the two females continued their warm embrace. After a minute 
of chit chat that I couldn't hear Mistress and Madame took seats at the table. I 
also pulled out a chair and started to set down beside Mistress Heather. If looks 
alone could have added more clips to my already ravished body Mistress 
Heather's look at that moment would have added dozens, at least. She nearly 
spat in my face as she hissed, "Did 
anyone tell you to sit, you stupid slut?" In answer I just sprang to my feet. It was 
then that I noticed the short haired blond standing behind Madame Leslie. She 
was 
about my age and size. Maybe an inch taller and just a bit lighter in weight. So 
she was probably 5'8" and 120 pounds. And she had just the cutest blue eyes. I 
have never seen eyes that sparkled so. She was dressed almost as outrageously 
as I was but not quite. Her skirt wasn't as short and her knit top wasn't nearly as 
revealing. She also wore black nylon stockings which I learned later were 
seamed, and 4 inch heels. And, I learned later that her name was Susanna. For 
just a moment I sensed that I knew this woman. There seemed to be something 
familiar about her.
As Mistress Heather and Madame Leslie continued their conversation I noticed 
that Madame Leslie would occasionally glanced up at me and nod her head, as if 
agreeing with something that Mistress Heather had said. As they talked, Mistress 
Heather ordered me to get them both a glass of champagne from the bar. I 
immediately obeyed. Walking quickly to the bar I placed the order with the female 
bartender. While I waited, I got out my money. Of course, this meant that I had to 
again slip my hand 
inside the bodice of my blouse, just as I had done at Maxine's. When the drinks 
were ready I paid and tipped the bartender then after replacing my money I took 
the drinks back to the table where Mistress and Madame were waiting. At the 
table I served the drinks much as if I were a waitress. While doing this I caught a 
glimpse of Susanna out of the corner of and my eye. She was actually smirking 
at me. 
Just as if she had something to feel superior about. Having performed my 
required task, I returned to my standing position beside Mistress Heather. There I 
assumed a somewhat submissive position; that being head lowered, hands 
behind my back and feet slightly spread. After some minutes I heard Madame 
Leslie ask, "Is she well trained?"
Mistress Heather didn't answer Madame directly. Instead Mistress turned 
towards me and quite crisply ordered, "Slut, turn around and bend over."
While I never even contemplated disobeying, my first thought was, 'holy shit, my 
skirt is to short to do that without showing everything I've got.' But, before that 
thought had completely run through my mind, I had turned around and bent over, 
in compliance with Mistress Heather's order. There I was bent well over without 
panties. And my skirt didn't even begin to hide my tight little naked ass. Or worse 
the plug that was buried deep inside my ass. And I am sure that the clips on my 
tender female 
lips must have been plainly visible to everyone. Suddenly the silence of the room 
was deafening, as the male DJ stopped the music. You could have heard a pin 
drop, as every head in the room turned in my direction. Every eye gazed upon 
my humiliation. Almost causally Madame Leslie said, in her sweet sexy voice, 
"Gosh, I guess THAT answers my question." All I could think was, 'yea, I guess it 
does.' Mistress Heather only smiled. The pain that attacked my defenseless body 
was nothing compared to the 
humiliation that burned at the very core of my being.
Mistress Heather's hard slap to my bare ass suddenly broke my trance like state. 
Again, she slapped it hard and hissed, "Stand up bitch." Of course, I immediately 
obeyed. I quickly stood and faced my Mistress. I didn't dare try and adjust my 
skirt. At that point, I guess it didn't matter much if it fell back into place or not. 
Madame Leslie I noticed, was saying something to her slave Susanna. A small 
tight grin began to slowly creep across Susanna's lovely face. The bitch was 
actually smirking at me, at my humiliation. I could hear snickers and giggles 
coming from all around, as the other patrons enjoyed the show that Mistress 
Heather forced me give. I could feel my passion building despite the situation. 
Then Mistress 
ordered me to take the large vibrating dildo out of her purse. my heart just sank 
though the floor. How could she do this to me? How could she treat me so 
terribly? She could and would do it because I'm a slut. I am HER slut. She could 
do it because I am her slave slut. And, she KNEW I'd obey. And I did obey, 
instantly. I picked up Mistress Heather's purse from where it lay on the table and 
opened it. There, I found the device that would complete my humiliation. The 
dildo was about 2 inches thick and a foot long. I grasped the evil instrument and 
pulled it out of the handbag then closed the purse and replaced it on the table. 
Mistress Heather motioned me to give her the dildo, which I did. Soft sensuous 
and erotic music again began to play over the sound system. Reading Mistress 
Heather's mind I slowly began to lift my skirt 
in front. It didn't take long to bare my clean shaven pussy to the obvious delight 
of the onlookers. And, of course, that bitch, Suzanne, had a front row view to my 
shame.
Mistress Heather raised the large vibrator to her lips and kissed it tenderly. I 
watched intently as the fake cock met her sensually pouty lips. Ours eyes met 
and locked. Her gaze bore deeply into my feminine soul. Suddenly, I was 
oblivious to world around me. Without thinking I spread my legs at least three 
feet. I could feel my cunt gaping wide open, I was soo turned on. Mistress 
Heather smiled her sexy sweet smile still staring right into my female soul. 
Turning the vibrator on "high" Mistress Heather began to slide it back and fourth 
along the entire length of my slit. my belly turned to jello. my body quivered as 
the erotic pleasure racked my all but naked body. The awful pain that had 
ravished me only minutes before, now only a distant memory. All that seemed to 
matter was the passion raging though my 
body. I spread legs slightly wider to allow Mistress Heather better access to the 
center of my being.
Suddenly, without warning, Mistress Heather rammed the vibrator deep into my 
soaked pussy. It startled me more than anything. Mistress left the device buzzing 
merrily away, buried in my love hole. God, how I needed relief. Mistress Heather 
must have sensed it too because she coyly commanded, "Don't you dare orgasm 
without my permission." Then as if I no longer existed Mistress Heather 
continued her conversation with Madame Leslie. I was left to endure as best I 
could. I closed my legs tight trying to lock the vibrator inside me. For I knew very 
well that should I allow the vibrator to fall out Mistress Heather would find 
someway to make my humiliation even more complete. Yes she would, she'd find 
someway. The lust continued to build deep in my loins. Involuntarily I began to 
sway my hips in rhythm with the beat of the music. Every nerve in my body was 
assaulted by either pain or 
pleasure. As I tried valiantly to control my lust Mistress Heather looked at me and 
coyly said, "Why don't you take Suzanne out on the dance floor?" To answer my 
unspoken question Mistress Heather added, "If you feel the need to orgasm 
signal me by pinching your left nipple. I will nod my head to grant permission." It 
was an order. The bitch, Suzanne, was still smirking as I moved to her side and 
took her arm to guide her out to the dance floor.
As we were about to step onto the dance floor Suzanne spoke for the first time. 
"So, tell me hon, were you late for your date?" my knees went weak and I 
stumbled just a bit as her words exploded in my mind. 'Late for your date .... late 
for your date.' The words echoed through my mind. Rage filled my heart as it 
slowly dawned on me just who Suzanne was. She was the reason that I suffered 
now. She was the reason that I wore Mistress Heather's cruel clamps. She was 
the reason that I was being so 
humiliated this evening. She was the female police officer that had caused me to 
be, 'late for my date.' And still she smiled her little smirk at me. Fury over 
took me. I wanted to pull Suzanne's blond hair out by it's black roots. I wanted to 
claw her beautiful eyes out. I wanted to make her suffer as I suffered.
But I didn't. I couldn't. Even if I could, I had better not. In as controlled and sexy 
voice that I could muster under the circumstances I replied, "Yes, dear I was late 
for my date. As you very well know." Suzanne only smiled her hateful little smile, 
as we stepped onto the dance floor.
I noticed for the first time that the dance floor was empty. Apparently, all the other 
patrons were busy watching the drama that was being played out in front of 
them. As Suzanne and I both began to dance I felt the vibrator slip an inch out of 
me. I instinctively clinched my muscles in an effort to keep it in. The shifting 
position of the vibrator sent new waves of pleasure shooting through my body. 
my whole lower body was a mass of tensed muscles as I danced as seductively 
as possible. And, yet the fires of lust and passion raced uncontrollably throughout 
my ravaged body.
As Suzanne and I danced I couldn't help but notice what a seductive dancer she 
was. And, her moves were so suggestive. She moved her hips sensually from 
side to side in rhythm with the erotic music. She moved her hands provocatively 
about her waist. First, running them around her well formed ass and then down 
her shapely legs and back up. Then she would run her hands down around her 
inner thighs and then back 
to her ass. Always in perfect time with the beat. Then from time to time Suzanne 
would move her hands up and play across her titties. Just watching her excited 
me beyond words. I tried my best to emulate her style. And, judging from the 
smile on 
Suzanne's beautiful face she knew the effect she was having on me.
As we danced the vibrator stuffed deep between my legs continued to send 
shock wave after shock wave of pleasure cascading though my body. I felt the 
devilish device slip out another inch. It took all of my concentration to keep it 
inside of me. God, how I needed to orgasm. I looked over to where Mistress 
Heather sat, the smile on her lips made it oblivious that she was enjoying the 
"show". Seeing that I had Mistress Heather's attention I pinched my right nipple. 
Just touching my nipple damn near brought tears to my eyes. But, then I actually 
had to pinch the poor thing. And, I did, I pinched it hard. So hard that a little gasp 
escaped my lips. To 
my dismay Mistress Heather's only response was to continue smiling at the 
"show". my need was building almost to the breaking point. I needed relief so 
bad. But, I knew 
that I had to control myself. Yet, the fire that raged deep inside me was almost 
out of control. Then the vibrator slipped out another half inch. I dared not lose my 
grip on the damn thing! If I allowed the vibrator to slip out of soaked pussy I knew 
that Mistress Heather would blister my ass but good!!
Suzanne must have sensed my distress. Or, maybe she wanted to add to it, I 
don't know. Anyway, Suzanne began to dance directly in front of me. she was 
seductively swaying her provocative body right next to me. So close, in fact, that 
our tits brushed together. Just that gentle touching sent flashes of pain racing 
though my body. Looking back over at Mistress Heather I again asked for 
permission to orgasm, by pinching my right nipple. This time she shook her head 
no.
As Suzanne and I danced almost cheek to cheek I felt one of her legs come 
between mine. 'Ohh, shit,' I thought, 'she wants me to dirty dance on her leg.' I 
glanced at Mistress Heather for direction, but got none, only her cute sexy smile. 
Suddenly it dawned on me that I could use Suzanne's leg to my benefit. So I 
started to rub myself right into the proffered leg and in doing so was able to force 
the vibrator back inside me. Of course, this sent new waves of passion shooting 
though my body. my knees got so weak that I could hardly stand. I could feel my 
warm juices 
flowing freely down the insides of my thighs. then I felt Suzanne sort of bump 
my pussy with her leg. This forced the fake cock between my legs even deeper 
into my 
well-soaked pussy. I wanted to scream for release. I looked over to Mistress 
Heather, and I prayed. As I nearly humped Suzanne's leg I again pinched my 
right nipple. As I fucked myself up and down Suzanne's nylon clad leg I pinched 
my right nipple hard, very hard. Mistress Heather only smiled and shook her 
head NO! Suzanne, again bumped her knee into my cunt, the pleasure and pain 
escalated.
Then I realized what a really stupid slut I really am. Though the ecstasy that filled 
my mind I heard Mistress Heather say, 'If you need to orgasm just pinch your 
LEFT nipple.' Left nipple, LEFT nipple; that is all I had to do was pinch my LEFT 
nipple, not the RIGHT one. I had been pinching the wrong nipple, no wonder 
Mistress Heather couldn't grant permission for me to orgasm. What a stupid slut I 
am. I looked at Mistress Heather and mouthed the words, 'please, I am begging 
you,' as I pinched my LEFT nipple. Mistress Heather shook her head NO! Again I 
tried, this time not 
only pinching my left nipple but twisting it as well. The pain shot though me like a 
rocket. Suzanne again bumped her knee into my pussy. But though the fussy 
haze that 
filled my brain I saw Mistress Heather NOD her head.
I instantly began to cum. my whole body shook. my legs trembled, thankfully, 
Suzanne helped support me. my hips bucked wildly as I furiously came. Soft 
sounds of pleasure escaped my lips. My mind was a blaze of multi-colored 
flashing lights, as I came over and over, one wave of pleasure crashing into the 
next. Suzanne, bumped her leg into my cunt again and my orgasm continued 
with renewed force. 
"Sssshhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," I nearly shrieked, as my orgasm overwhelmed me. 
Finally, the orgasm began to subside, I felt drained. Suzanne, graciously helped 
me off the dance floor. As we left the dance area, the lounge exploded in loud, 
thunderous applause. Apparently everyone enjoyed the show. I had regained 
some composure by the time Suzanne and I got back to Mistress Heather's 
table. Mistress Heather and Madame Leslie seemed very pleased as Suzanne 
and I took our respective places beside our Owners. 
Madame Leslie smiled at us as we approached and said, "Well done girls, very 
well done." Then Madame Leslie stood and embraced Suzanne, drawing her 
tightly into her 
arms as she kissed her passionately on the lips. It was a deep soul kiss that 
lasted for a long time.
When Madame Leslie broke the embrace Mistress Heather stood-up and told me 
to leave a tip. I reached into my blouse and pulled out the first bill I touched, it 
was a twenty, and dropped it on the table. That done, Mistress Heather said, 
"Now lets leave." As we walked out I again held the door for everyone. Outside 
Mistress Heather gave me Madame Leslie's car keys and ordered me to retrieve 
it. After obtaining a detailed description of the auto I scurried off to get it. 
Naturally, it was parked at the very rear of the lot. During the lonely walk my feet 
began to ache, or at least I realized how much they hurt. It just added to my 
misery as pain was being emitted from every corner of my body. And while the 
vibrator was still 
stuffed deep inside me at least the battery had finally lost power. I found Madame 
Leslie's car and slid in behind the steering wheel. New waves of passion washed 
over me as my ass plug was forced deeper into my tightest hole.
I backed out of the parking spot and drove it to where my Mistress was waiting . 
as I pulled the car to a stop Suzanne walked around to the drivers side. I got out 
of the car and Suzanne slid into the drivers seat, then I closed the door. Walking 
around the car to where Mistress Heather and Madame Leslie were standing I 
opened the door. Madame Leslie took her place and I closed the door. Then I 
went to fetch Mistress Heather's car. When I returned with the car I noticed that 
Madame Leslie and Suzanne were still parked where I had left them. I pulled up 
behind them and helped Mistress Heather into her luxury automobile.
As I started to drive though the parking lot Madame Leslie's car followed. 
Mistress Heather then informed me that she would be spending the night at my 
house, as would Madame Leslie and Suzanne. my heart skipped a beat. While I 
had certainly cleaned house just today, I knew that it would never pass Mistress 
Heather's inspection, it never did. There was sure to be a price paid, and I'd be 
the one to pay it. I just prayed that I could stand the price tag.
After a twenty minute drive I turned into my driveway and stopped the car. 
Quickly I opened the car door and walked around the open the door and help 
Mistress Heather out. my legs were still trembling from the ordeal I went through 
at the bar. Just as I opened Mistress Heather's door and began to help her out, 
Madame Leslie and Suzanne arrived. They parked in the driveway behind 
Mistress Heather's high-powered 
Porsche. I knew that I'd be required to strip once we were in the house. So I 
began to unbutton my blouse as I walked Mistress Heather to the door. By the 
time we reached the door the front of my blouse hung completely open. I fumbled 
for the door keys and found them. With shaky fingers I opened the door and held 
it, as 
first Mistress Heather entered, followed by Madame Leslie and Suzanne. Then I 
followed them and closed the door behind me. In just a matter of seconds I 
unzipped my mini skirt and stepped out of it, leaving it lying on the floor. As I 
dropped to my knees I tore off my blouse and let it drop to the floor, as I did the 
same. I spread my knees about two feet apart and waited.
As I knelt naked in my own living room I could feel my whole body throb. For just 
a second I glanced at my poor abused nipples. They were both swollen and puffy 
from the abuse they had taken all evening. I imagined that my pussy lips were 
about the same. I watched closely as Mistress Heather inspected my home, she 
didn't look pleased. While I watched and pondered my fate, I heard Madame 
Leslie order her beautiful slave girl Suzanne to strip. I watched transfixed as 
Suzanne pulled her top off over her head. I licked my lips as her ample titties 
sprang into view. While 
Suzanne was stripping Madame Leslie seated herself on the living room sofa. 
Suzanne quickly unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her 
firm, round 
ass and long shapely legs. After Suzanne had removed her clothes Madame 
Leslie ordered her to kneel beside me. Mistress Heather now took her place in 
my big over stuffed leather reclining chair. Once Mistress Heather had seated 
herself comfortably she ordered me to remove my ass plug and vibrator, which I 
did at once, laying them both on the floor beside me. I prayed that she would also 
allow me to remove the clips that were causing me so much pain. But, alas there 
was no mercy in Mistress Heather's heart. Instead she ordered, "barb, honey, 
would you be so kind as to get 
into your 'uniform'? And, while you are at it put on your 6 inch heels!" It 
was an order that I dared not disobey. I almost jumped to my feet and scrambled 
off toward my bedroom. my uniform didn't amount to much. Alone in the bedroom 
I kicked 
off my 5 inch heels that I had been wearing all evening and replaced them with 
the 6 inch heels my Mistress had ordered. Then I opened the dresser drawer with 
all of my 
little "toys". I quickly pulled out several pairs of black leather cuffs. Just as quickly 
as I could make my fingers function I buckled cuffs tightly around my wrists, 
ankles and upper thighs. Then I took a pair of cuffs and buckled one on each leg 
just above my knee. After that I found my 3-inch wide slave collar and buckled it 
around my neck. Lastly, I took a slave belt and fastened it about my waist.
Returning to the living room I noticed that someone, no doubt Suzanne, had 
turned on my stereo and had a Mariah Cary CD playing softly. Suzanne had also 
lit several scented candles while turning off the lights. The soft lighting and music 
made for a very erotic scene. In my absence Madame Leslie had removed her 
dress. She was clad in only a silky black lace bra and matching throng panties. 
Madame Leslie presented the perfect picture of female dominance as she 
reclined comfortably on the sofa, propped up by a couple of pillows. Madame's 
slave girl, Suzanne, looked very exciting as she knelt before Madame Leslie 
naked save for black seamed nylons, garter belt and heels. Suzanne's lovely 
titties heaved just a bit as she breathed. Her nipples were hard little nubs. 
Suzanne's short blonde hair seemed to shimmer 
in the flickering light of the candles. Kneeling as she was, knees slightly 
spread, wrists crossed behind her back, titties thrust well forward, and head 
lowered, Suzanne presented an exciting portrait of female submission.
Walking to where my Mistress sat I dropped to my knees before her. I assumed 
the same submissive position as Suzanne. Mistress Heather didn't speak for a 
long time. As I knelt in my submissive pose I couldn't help but hope that my 
ordeal would soon be over. And, looking back on it I suppose that is just what 
Mistress Heather wanted. As my naked body languished in it's agony I wanted to 
beg for mercy, promise 
anything. But, of course, I had made many promises before, many, many 
promises. 
And, all those promises had been broken. That is why I was being punished so 
severely; I just wouldn't learn my lesson. Finally, Mistress Heather broke the 
silence with her sweet sexy voice. "You have not learned a damn thing, have 
you, barb," she sternly stated. She continued, not giving me a chance to answer, 
"you 
really except me stay in this pig sty." The words hit me like a brick, I thought my 
home was impeccably clean. Gees, I had just vacuumed, dusted and washed the 
dishes. I had picked up everything and even taken out the trash. The bathrooms 
were spotless, what did I miss? As if she had read my mind Mistress Heather 
said, "There is a dirty coffee cup and spoon in your kitchen sink." my heart sank 
another notch. "And," she continued, "just look at the newspapers piled up there 
under the end table. The dust on the TV screen is an inch thick. And just what is 
that dirty paper cup doing on the coffee table?" Mistress Heather paused a 
moment then went on as she pointed at the clothes and sex toys I had left laying 
on the floor, "And, what have I said about picking up after yourself?" At this point 
she ordered me to stand, which I did instantly. At the same time Mistress Heather 
rose from the chair she had been setting in. We stood face to face, the Mistress 
and the naughty slave girl.
Without warning Mistress Heather slapped me hard across the face. The blow 
was so hard that I almost lost my balance and fell. "Please Mistress," I dared to 
stammer since I didn't know how much more I could take.
Looking directly into my eyes Mistress Heather said, "I was prepared to show you 
a bit of mercy but you have spoiled it." She didn't fool me. I could tell from the 
cruel smile on her lips that mercy was the last thing she had on her mind. And, I 
couldn't fool myself either. For deep in my heart mercy was the last thing I 
wanted. Mistress Heather knew it too!! Mistress Heather knows everything.
As I stood motionless Mistress used her fingers to lightly play with my nipple 
clamps. Just her light touch once more sent waves of agony crashing throughout 
my naked body. Then my Mistress Heather coldly stated, "Don't you dare move a 
muscle slut." I braced myself for the unexpected. Without warning Mistress 
Heather opened the jaws of the alligator clamp that had imprisoned my left nipple 
all evening. And, as anyone who has worn nipple clamps for any length of time 
can attest, taking them 
off is often more painful than putting them on. my mind was suddenly scalded by 
the searing agony that hit my defenseless body. I screamed out loud as the pain 
hit me. 
my body jerked and shuddered in an effort to ward off the unbearable pain. 
Instinctively both of my hands reached for my injured nipple. Gently I tried to 
sooth it as best I could.
Mistress Heather only smiled and ordered, "Put your hands back this instant, 
slut!" With a tear in my eye I quickly complied. Taking a short leather strap from 
her purse Mistress Heather stepped behind me. I could feel her passing the 
leather strap through the rings of the wrist cuffs. As she did this Mistress Heather 
said, "Since you can't follow orders on your own I will help you." After she passed 
the strap through the rings in my wrist cuffs she also ran it through one of the 
rings in my slave collar. This forced me to raise my wrists up to the middle of my 
back. When Mistress Heather was satisfied with the position of my wrists she 
buckled the strap. Thus, my arms were trapped uselessly at the middle of my 
back. Finished with 
her little task Mistress Heather stepped back in front of me.
"Now what did I tell you before, pet?" Mistress Heather sweetly cooed as she 
toyed with my right nipple clamp.
"I am so sorry Mistress," I begged. "You told me not to move." Again I tried to 
brace my body and soul for the mind boggling pain that I knew was coming. But, 
as prepared as I was the agony was still unbearable when Mistress Heather 
freed my right nipple from its trap. While I did manage to control myself better this 
time, a short shrill shriek still gave evidence to my agony. And, yet I could feel 
myself getting wet all over again, odd huh? Involuntarily my imprisoned arms 
tried to react to my punishment, to no avail. In just a second I regained my 
composure, and stood perfectly still.
"Well," Mistress Heather began to purr, " had my little pet followed orders, I had 
every intention of leaving those cute little clips on the coffee table for the rest of 
the night. However, I think you will agree that you have failed." As tears began to 
fill my eyes I could only nod my head in agreement. "SO," Mistress Heather went 
on, "I decree that you will wear them for the rest of the evening."
As Mistress Heather spoke I sensed movement off to my right, where Madame 
Leslie and her slave girl, Suzanne, had a front row seat to my plight. Shortly the 
sweet sounds of female passion began to come from that direction. I had no 
doubt Madame Leslie was enjoying the pleasure that Suzanne had to give her. 
Mistress Heather soon brought me back to reality as she snapped my left nipple 
clamp back in place. Every 
nerve in my body screamed. But, somehow I remained motionless, well almost. 
Then the clamp for my right nipple was snapped back into place. Bolts of red hot 
agony 
ripped through me like the very fires of hell. My knees nearly buckled, but 
somehow I remained standing.
"Now tell me, barb, why are you being punished tonight," my Mistress asked.
"I ... I ... I was late, Mistress," I somehow managed to reply. Mind numbing pain 
slammed into my brain like a sledgehammer, as my Mistress opened the jaws of 
one of my nipple clamps and immediately let it snap closed again. My tears 
began to flow freely as my body jerked wildly trying to fight off the awfulness of 
the attack.
"Spread your legs wider, slut," was Mistress's only comment. The pain was 
suddenly replaced by the pure pleasure of Mistress Heather fingering my slit. Her 
finger came away wet. Presenting her "fuck finger" to my lips, I began to lick it 
clean. As I sucked my own female juices from Mistress Heather's finger she 
coldly stated, "You love this treatment, don't you barb?"
Before I could answer Mistress Heather again opened one of my nipple clamps. 
"EEEWWWWWOOOOOOO," I screamed as I twisted and jerked trying in vain to 
escape the searing pain. I no sooner settled down than I was forced to emit 
another high pitched shriek as Mistress Heather snapped the dreadful instrument 
back in place on my nipple. Then moved back to her chair.
"Well, bitch."
My mind raced, 'Well what? .... well what? ... well what was the question?' I tried 
desperately to compose my thoughts. "Naa ... naa no .... no I don't Mistress," I 
finally lied. Through the inferno of agony that filled my world I noticed that 
Madame Leslie and her slave girl, Suzanne, were intently watching the scene 
being played out before them.
"Gees, that isn't the story that your pussy tells me," Mistress Heather smirked. 
And it's true my well soaked pussy betrayed me. My quivering, gaping pussy told 
my darkest secret. I did love it, I craved it. Continuing, Mistress said, "In fact you 
almost force me punish you don't you, barb? You go out of your way to be 
naughty don't you, barb?"
"Na ... no ... no ... ye ... yes ... I yes ... I don't know, Mistress," I 
whimpered, nearly sobbing.
"Come here and kneel, bitch." As I scrambled to comply Mistress continued, " 
Why, is that, barb? Why do you love this treatment so?"
"I ... I ... I don't know Mistress. I guess because I'm a slut," I meekly 
murmured.
"Speak up, slut. I don't believe our friends can hear you."
"Because I'm a slut Mistress," I repeated more confidently. I knelt with my poor 
abused titties thrust well out, within easy reach of Mistress Heather. Innocently 
she began to toy with the horrible clips that tortured me so. I instinctively shrank 
back. Mistress Heather gave me a hard cold look, and I summoned the courage 
to resume my position, with my titties pushed well forward.
my Mistress then continued to play with my nipple clips as she spoke. As 
she did so I began to beg, "Please, please ... no more ... Mistress I'm begging 
....you ... please ... have mercy ... I can't take ... I can't take anymore." SNAP and 
just that fast a clamp was opened. And, before my body could react, SNAP, the 
clip bit back into my puffy and swollen nipple. The shriek that escaped my lips 
was ear piecing. 
"you will TAKE exactly what I give you, slut," Mistress Heather hissed.
"OOOooohhhh god, please have mercy, Mistress," as I pleaded Mistress Heather 
continued to twirl her finger about my injured nipples.
"You love this don't you, barb?"
"Y ... ye ... yes .... Mistress I .... I love it."
"Why do you love it, barb?"
"I ... I ... I ... I'm a slut ... because I'm .... because I'm a slut .... Mistress."
"And just whose slut are you, dear sweet barb?"
"Yo ... your slut, Mistress ... I'm your slut ... your slave slut."
"And as my slut you'll take any punishment I feel you need in order to make you 
a better slave correct?"
"Yes ... yes Mistress, any punishment at all, Mistress." In the wink of an eye 
Mistress Heather OPENED and then let CLOSED both of my nipple clamps. The 
evil steel teeth of the alligator clamps showed my abused nubs no mercy at all. I 
screamed out my sheer agony. My bondage held me tight as I hopelessly 
violently withered and twisted trying in vein to escape the awful unbearable pain. 
I fell over onto my side. One of my nipple clamps roughly hit the floor as I flopped 
over and sent new shows of red-hot agony streaking through my body. Or was it 
pleasure, I don't know, I just don't know.
"Now my pet," Mistress Heather began again, "you have 15 minutes to make this 
dump you call a home presentable. Do you understand?" I could only nod my 
head. Taking a hold on my upper arm Mistress Heather forced me to stand and 
turn around. Then she freed my arms from their bondage. Just as I was about to 
breathe a sigh of relief she reattached the strap in such a way that my wrists 
were bound together. I was left with about 4 inches of slack between my wrists 
but they were still bound behind my back. This limited freedom would make my 
tasks quite difficult, but not impossible. With that Mistress Heather gave me a 
slap on my bare ass and told me to get busy, the clock was ticking.
And busy I certainly did get. Quickly I walked over and knelt beside the clothes I 
had left laying on the living room floor. It was difficult, as I had predicted, to pick 
them up with my hands locked behind my back as they were, but I did manage to 
reach them. And, at the same time I picked up the little sex toys that had so 
recently stuffed me. Then I picked up the paper cup from the coffee table. On my 
way to the bathroom I dropped the cup in the kitchen trash container. Then I 
walked directly to the clothes hamper in my bathroom and deposited the clothes. 
Returning to the kitchen, I placed the ass plug and vibrator in a plastic bucket 
under the sink where they would stay until I had a chance to clean them. With 
some difficulty I was able to open the dishwasher and with some more effort got 
the coffee cup and 
spoon out of the sink. Then I placed the offending objects in the dishwasher and 
closed the door. As you might imagine it took a little more effort to get my dust 
rag and cleaner out from under the sink. But I did manage. I walked into the living 
room and began to clean the screen of the television. If you have never dusted 
with your hands locked behind your back, then you are in for a treat, yes, a real 
treat. It took a little longer than I expected but I was finally able to get out all of 
the 
streaks. While I was dusting I couldn't help but notice that Suzanne's head was 
buried between Madame Leslie's beautiful legs. Mistress Heather was watching 
me closely from her chair. Patiently tapping her foot as I toiled away. After I put 
away my dusting things I walked back into the living room and began to gather 
up the 
newspapers that had been piling up for a week or more. Bound as I was it took 
me three trips to get them all moved to the garage, where they belonged. When I 
finally finished I returned to Mistress Heather's side and knelt. To my surprise 
Mistress Heather actually had a smile on her lovely lips; a genuine and 
affectionate smile. As I submissively knelt by her side Mistress Heather reached 
out and played with my 
shoulder length black hair. Then she actually patted my head and said, "Well 
done, 
barb. Maybe there is hope for you yet. I think a reward is in order."
Mistress Heather noticed as I glanced down at my swollen and puffy nipples. 
Mistress Heather uttered a bit of a laugh and said, "Oh no, dear girl, a reward for 
me not, you. I deserve a reward, don't you think, for all the time I have spent 
training you. And, maybe, just maybe that training is starting to pay off." Mistress 
Heather's words were soothing to my inner being, 'I was actually pleasing her'. 
But, I also knew that her reward most likely meant continued aguish for me.
Mistress Heather continued, "barb, go and get your 2 foot spreader bar". I 
quickly got to my feet and retrieved the spreader bar as fast as I could. When I 
returned Mistress Heather had me kneel in the middle of the living room. Then 
she ordered me to spread my knees and bend over till my very sore titties were 
buried in the carpet. After I was in position, with my ass high in the air, Mistress 
Heather walked up behind me. Kneeling behind me she quickly locked the 
spreader bar between my well spread knees. Then she once more locked my 
wrist to my slave collar. Once again my wrists were trapped at the middle of my 
back. After that she ran a strap 
between the ankle cuff of my right ankle and the cuff on my right upper thigh. She 
forced my ankle up until it touched my thigh, and locked it in place. Then Mistress 
Heather repeated the process on my left leg. Finishing, Mistress Heather 
returned to 
her chair, sat down and crossed her shapely legs.
From my position I saw slave Suzanne come into view. She was still naked 
except for her garter belt, nylons and heels. But, she wore a strap-on dildo 
strapped firm around her trim waist. The dildo didn't look that menacing, being 
only about an inch thick and maybe 8 inches long. Suzanne quickly disappeared 
from my view, moving behind me. The next thing I felt was Suzanne gently 
removing the six clamps from my pussy lips. The pain was extraordinary, but it 
was also a relief to finally be 
rid of the awful clamps. They had been attacking me without mercy all evening.
Then I felt Suzanne begin to rub the fake cock up and down my wet slit. After a 
few strokes she inserted the rubber dick into my well prepared love canal. With 
one hard forward thrust she had the device buried to the hilt inside my pussy. I 
wanted to scream out my lust, my yearning, but tried my best to control my 
passion. Soon, Suzanne was stroking in and out of me in a regular rhythm. Low 
moans of ecstasy escaped my lips. my passion was building to the breaking 
point. With one powerful 
stroke after another, Suzanne expertly fucked me. I fell into rhythm with her, 
trying my best to force my ass back, and take more of the cock with each of 
Suzanne's forward thrusts. As my face lay on the floor I could see Mistress 
Heather seated in her chair. From the gleam in her eye I could tell she was 
enjoying the 
performance. My need was beginning to overwhelm me. I thrashed about wildly.
I begged Mistress Heather for permission to cum. To my amazement she politely 
replied, "Oh, yes dear please feel free to orgasm just as much as you desire."
"OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh GOD I'M CCCUUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNNGGGGGG" 
I streaked as my release overcame me. "OOOhhhhhhh GOD YES YES YES 
YES YES," I nearly screamed as wave after powerful wave of orgasmic pleasure 
slammed into my defenseless naked body. Suzanne slammed into my pussy with 
renewed force as I continued to reap all the pleasure I could.
Suddenly, I sensed movement around my head. I opened my eyes and saw 
Madame Leslie's beautiful shaved pussy just inches from my mouth. I lifted my 
head and began to lick Madame Leslie's sweet tasting cunt. As I licked up her 
wet slit I felt Suzanne withdraw from my gapping pussy and insert her fake cock 
into my asshole. With one powerful stroke Suzanne slammed the rubber penis 
into my tightest hole. The force pushed my face deeper into Madame Leslie's 
pussy. I kissed and licked my way up and down Madame Leslie's hot slit as 
Suzanne continued to fuck my ass. Each time my hot tongue brushed Madame 
Leslie's clit she emitted the cutest little squeal. I 
just loved knowing that I was giving her pleasure. Her hips began to thrash about 
as I began to concentrate on her clit. She lifted her hips trying to get even more 
of my tongue. Suzanne began to slap my ass cheeks in tempo with her fucking 
motion. And still orgasm after orgasm ebbed and flowed through by female 
being. I flicked my tongue harder and faster across Madame Leslie's clit. Then, 
without warning Suzanne withdrew from my ass and Madame Leslie backed 
away from my more than willing mouth.
Through the lusty haze that was my world I watched as Madame Leslie stood 
and began to strap on her own fake cock. I couldn't help but admire Madame 
Leslie's beautiful nude body as she worked to secure the strap-on dick. Madame 
Leslie's toy was a bit larger than Suzanne's, it looked to be about 1 and a half 
inches thick and 12 inches long. As I watched Madame Leslie, Suzanne slide her 
pussy right under my chin. I lost sight of Madame Leslie. As Suzanne 
maneuvered herself into position I saw the smirk that had been etched on her 
lovely face all evening. Her expression 
said it all. Her eyes told me, "yea, your a slut and now your going to lick my 
pussy really good. And your going to love doing it." And you know something, her 
eyes were 
right.
Just then I felt Madame Leslie slam her rubber toy deep into my pussy. No 
preliminaries; just slam bam and she was all the way in. And with that one stroke 
I was cummming again. my entire being exploded into one continuous orgasm. 
Madame Leslie slammed one power stroke after another into my well-fucked 
pussy. And, with each stroke she slapped my poor ass, much harder than 
Suzanne had. It was almost impossible for me to keep my mind on licking 
Suzanne's wonderfully smooth cunt. Madame Leslie continued her assault as I 
did my best to pleasure Suzanne's tasty 
pussy. I felt Suzanne's body tremble as she reached her peak. I flicked my 
tongue hard across her clit as she used her hands to force my head even closer 
to her pussy. my body jerked furiously as Madame Leslie pulled out of my cunt, 
only to slam 
hard into my ass hole.
All at once my world was empty. Gone was Suzanne's sweetly scented pussy. 
Gone was Madame Leslie's thick strap-on. Gone was my orgasmic ecstasy. It 
was all gone. except for Mistress Heather's hypnotic voice, "Now, it's my turn 
slut." I was so worn out, all I wanted to do was rest. I knew in my heart that I 
couldn't take much more. But, I HAD TO PLEASURE Mistress Heather. And I 
knew from experience that I had better 
pleasure her well.
I again opened me eyes. Before me stood the most elegant and beautiful 
Mistress in the world. Mistress Heather had removed all of her clothes, and stood 
naked before my lusting eyes. Her compact body screamed feminine sexuality 
from head to toe. Her tight firm butt was the height of perfection. And the sight of 
her perky breasts just sent goose bumps running up and down my bound arms. 
She definitely had all the 
right equipment in all the right places. And speaking of equipment, between her 
well toned and powerful legs thrust a 2 inch thick strap-on that was at least 14 
inches 
long. I gasped at the thought of what it meant. But, I could also feel my juices 
begin to flow again.
I knew every well what was expected of me, I would have to beg for Mistress 
Heather's cock. And so I did, "Please Mistress fuck me ... fuck your slut ... take 
your reward .... please Mistress I'm begging you to fuck me any way you want." 
Yea, as if I had any choose in the matter.
Mistress Heather positioned herself behind me as I continued, " fuck me ... fuck 
me... fuck your slave slut, Mistress ... all I have to give is yours." And, I meant 
too.
For several minutes Mistress Heather simply rubbed her fake cock back and forth 
on my slit as she slapped my ass from time to time. The sensations sent my body 
to quivering. Then she entered my pussy just an inch as I begged her for more. 
Inch by slow inch she forced her cock in my cunt-- the cunt that she owned. my 
body trembled with desire as I pleaded for more. my naked ass cheeks stung 
more and more as Mistress Heather continued to slap them. And yet, through it 
all I continued to beg and beseech my powerful Mistress Heather to fuck me.
As Mistress Heather continued her penetration of my pussy all she said was, 
"Don't you dare cum. Understand, bitch."
my response was almost a whisper, "Yes, Mistress, I understand". With that 
Mistress Heather slammed into me with the power of a freight train. my mind 
filled with bliss. my passion and lust raced towards the heavens. I dared not to let 
it cross over. Over and over Mistress Heather fucked my pussy with hard 
powerful strokes. Now and than she would stop and allow me to savor the 
moment. Then she would start again, harder and faster than before. Ecstasy was 
quickly overtaking me. And still she fucked me with the speed and force of an air 
hammer.
Mistress Heather, went on and on spanking my sore ass cheeks. Soon I was 
begging for release. But, no mercy was forthcoming. I knew that I couldn't take 
much more. Yet, I also knew that I HAD to TAKE what ever Mistress Heather 
chose to give me. My knees weakened as Mistress Heather blasted her rubber 
cock into me time and again. I begged and pleaded for release to no avail. I was 
just a fuck toy to be used and abused.
Mistress Heather pulled out of my pussy and plunged deep into my ass hole. And 
I took it all, it hurt like hell as the 2 inch thick dildo thrust deep into my ass. But I 
took it, I had to. Mistress Heather continued to blister my ass cheeks as she 
began the new assault on my being.
"Oh god please let me cum, Mistress, please," I begged over and over 
again. I got only silence as a response. And yet, Mistress Heather fucked my 
ass hole with wild abandon and without mercy. my pleadings turned to whimpers. 
I was lost in a world of pain and pleasure. I couldn't tell the difference, was it pain 
or was it pleasure, did it really make a difference?
Finally, those four magic words came drifting to my ears, "You may cum, 
slut".
"OHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSS," I screamed. 
"Ohhhhhhhh ffffuuuuuck 
yeeeesssssssssssssssssssss." I screamed over and over. Mistress Heather 
continued her assault as I came over and over and over. Until just a low 
continuous whimper escaped my lips, sort of a puuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Mistress 
Heather pulled the center of my world out from my ass, and gave me a shove 
sideways. I was impolitely dumped on to my side. There I lay for many minutes, I 
think, resting. I really don't know for 
sure since my whole being was a big haze.
After several minutes Mistress Heather lovely and sexy voice came floating to my 
ears. "Come here and pleasure me, barb." As I opened my eyes I saw my 
beautiful Mistress setting again in her chair, this time with her legs spread very 
wide.
I didn't have the strength left to move. I was completely and totally used up, I was 
exhausted. Yet, I HAD to pleasure my Mistress. I carefully took stock of my 
situation. I was laying on my side, knees still locked to the spreader bar. my legs 
were still doubled back with each ankle locked to its corresponding thigh. and my 
wrists were still locked at the middle of my back. And, worst of all Mistress 
Heather sat at least 10-12 feet away. I concluded that I wasn't in a very desirable 
position 
to go traveling, and as it turned out I was right. But, travel I must, Mistress 
Heather knew it and I knew it too.
I just had to get to my Mistress Heather. With a great deal of effort I rolled onto 
my stomach only to be rewarded with renewed aguish in my nipples. Then I tried 
to get to my knees but soon realized that was impossible the way I was bound. 
So I rolled back onto my side. I again pondered my plight. Quickly I came up with 
another 
plan. I drew my knees up very close to my titties and with all the strength I could 
muster used my shoulder to roll myself over into a kneeling position, sitting back 
on my thighs. I was up, but now what?
As I thought out my next move I noticed that judging from the look on Mistress 
Heather's face she was enjoying my dilemma. And, I watched, with envy in my 
heart, Madame Leslie and Suzanne locked in a passionate 69 embrace.
Anyway, I soon realized that by pivoting on one knee I could sort of throw my 
other knee forward about six inches. Then by repeating the procedure I could 
actually move forward, toward Mistress Heather. It was a long tedious process 
but after a great deal of effort I made my way to Mistress Heather. Finally, I was 
able to use Mistress Heather's chair to prop up my upper body right between her 
spread legs. Using her arms Mistress Heather pushed me so I was once again 
basically sitting 
on my thighs. Then my Mistress Heather gently removed my nipple clamps. 
Once again the scalding white lighting of tortuous agony and lust blasted its way 
through my 
defenseless and naked body. Then Mistress Heather moved her slit to the very 
edge of the chair. When she was in position she pulled my head forward, right 
into her cunt.
Mistress Heather relaxed her grip on my head as I began to lick up and down her 
lovely slit. She leaned back in the chair as I passionately kissed her slit from one 
end to the other. I nibbled on her puffy, lust filled pussy lips. After several minutes 
of this I began to pay more and more attention to Mistress Heather's clit. I began 
to feel the shivers racing through Mistress Heather as her lust built. I could feel 
her muscles tense then relax. my heart smiled at the pleasure I was giving my 
dear sweet Mistress Heather. I began to flick my hot tongue back and forth 
across Mistress Heathers' clit. Mistress Heather rewarded me with a muffed 
purring sound. Then I began to gently suck Mistress Heather's stiffened clit. For 
several minutes 
I softly sucked and occasionally flicked Mistress Heather's clit with my tongue. 
Mistress Heather's juices began to flow and I happily did my best to lick them up. 
Mistress Heather began to lift her hips into my face as she grabbed my head. 
Sensing her need I began to fuck my tongue in and out of her gapping pussy. I 
used my tongue as if it were a mini cock. And, I got the desired result, Mistress 
Heather's hips began a slow urgent thrashing. Her whole body trembled under 
the attention of my 
tongue. By now Mistress Heather's purr was continuous. She began pumping her 
hips back and forth into my face. On and on I licked and kissed as Mistress 
Heather neared her peak. Then, without warning Mistress Heather was cumming. 
A long shrill shriek 
escaped her lips, as she clamped her legs tight around my head. And even then I 
continued to suck, lick and kiss Mistress Heather's clit. Then I tried desperately to 
lick up all of Mistress Heather's freely flowing juices.
After several minutes Mistress Heather's orgasm began to ebb as she completely 
relaxed. I continued to gently kiss and lick Mistress Heather's sweet pussy. As I 
did so I felt Mistress Heather begin to play with hair. Then she was petting me 
just as she would a favored pet; patting my head and stroking my hair. Just like 
the collared pet I am. 
Suddenly, with a speed that amazed me, Mistress Heather used my hair as a 
handle to easily throw me back onto the floor. I was once again laying bound on 
my side. "You may rest now, barb," were Mistress Heather's soft merciful words. I 
waited for a moment until I realized that freedom wasn't to be mine. So I rolled 
onto my stomach as best I could, figuring that would be the most comfortable 
position. Within seconds of resting my head on the floor, my world was filled with 
total bliss, as I fell fast asleep. not THE END but rather a NEW BEGINNING 
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