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Path: athena.cs.uga.edu!emory!samsung!wizvax!wi.1060 From: wi.1060@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: STORY: "Karen's Story" - part 1 of 10 Message-ID: <5904@wizvax.methuen.ma.us> Date: 13 Nov 91 23:29:19 GMT Sender: root@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Reply-To: wi.1060@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Followup-To: alt.sex.bondage Organization: Anonymous Contact Service @ wizvax X-ACS2-Version: 2.0

I offer the following story, in 10 chunks, for your enjoyment. It is kind of a departure for me from some other stories I wrote - it sort of came out in a way that I wasn't expecting. (It is perhaps rather stereotyped, as well.) But anyway, please enjoy.

Comments are always welcome.

Karen's Story
(a fantasy)
by Gyrfalcon

The night before, Thursday night, a bunch of us from work had been in a bar, late, unwinding after a hard day. Lynn looked up over my shoulder and started giggling and we all turned to look at what. Into the bar came a man in a suit, leading a woman by a leash connected to a collar around her neck. She was well dressed for an evening on the town but was wearing cuffs on her hands and following this guy by the leash. I guess they were out for what was called a "scene."

Doreen scowled, "that's disgusting."

"I don't know," I smirked, "it looks like it might be fun, at least it's probably better than what I've been getting lately." Everybody laughed. My abysmal luck lately dating was well known in this group. But I saw a glimmer in Linda's eye that I didn't understand just then.

Then subject changed and I didn't think about it anymore that night until I went to sleep. Then I was haunted all night long by the image of the woman in the dress with the collar around her neck.

Just after lunch the next day, Linda came into my office and shut the door. "Karen," she said. I quickly looked up from the terminal at her. She was dressed like me, in a business suit: skirt just below the knees, blouse, and jacket. Linda is about 30 years old, and about 5'9" tall. She has a body that catches many men's eyes, with good size breasts a slender waist and strong, but not large hips. I have always been envious of her beautiful blonde hair, which she wore in a short page-boy. She looked at me intently. "What's up?" I started to say, but she interrupted me.

"I'll do the talking here, I think," she commanded. Linda was the supervisor of another group. So although she was not my boss, she definitely ranked above me in the corporate hierarchy. Still, we had been friends since I had started and had always related as equals. Today seemed different. She had a very com- manding look on her face. I had seen her use that look on oth- ers, but this was the first time she had used it on me. She gave me a quick once over and gave a quick nod of approval. I am about 5'6", with brown eyes and curly brown hair. I keep my body in good shape. Then her eyes locked on mine, staring me down. I felt my will bending to hers. I blinked and then looked down.

"Huh?" was all I could manage, as I looked up sheepishly.

"The scene last night intrigued you, hum?" she asked.

"Yes, it did," I responded, very curious where this was lead- ing.

"Good. Then it's your turn. Remember last month when I gave you that lead and you said that you'd do anything to repay me? Well now's the pay-back. For this weekend you will do as I say. I am going to show you what domination is about from the inside. Do you understand?"

I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say or even think. Before last night I had never even thought about it. I didn't know Linda was into that sort of thing. But something came over me. I wasn't entirely sure why, but I nodded and said, "Okay, yes."

"The proper response is 'Yes, Mistress', or 'Yes, my Lady. You also may add my name. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said, then falling into this thing, "Yes, Mistress Linda."

"Good! You will do what I say until Sunday night at 8:00. If you fail to follow my instructions, the punishment will be severe and public. Until that time you are mine! You will not eat or drink unless I say so. You will need my permission so much as to go to the bathroom." I nodded, very nervous.

"First off: at three o'clock I like a cup of tea. You will bring it to my office at precisely that time. It must be hot. The cafeteria has a nice Earl Grey. I drink it black. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

"Very good! You also will bring a cup for yourself. You will drink it with sugar. Now, I'll have your panties and stockings."

"What!" I was not expecting that.

"That's one demerit. You are not to speak out of turn. Your underwear, now!" She glared at me. I cowered back from the stare. Embarrassed, I stood up and started to turn around and pull up my skirt. "No, my pet, don't turn around. You must learn to do things even when embarrassed. You must learn to enjoy the embarrassment. Now!"

"Yes Mistress Linda." I barely breathed. As she watched in- tently, I pulled up my skirt and removed my panty-hose and pan- ties. I straightened my skirt and placed my underwear on my desk in front of her.

"Very good. You learn quickly. Now at three, when you bring me the tea I'll have your bra as well. You can remove it in the Ladies' Room. But don't go into a stall! Remember you must have my permission to relieve yourself. Remove it in the open where everyone can see. If anyone asks why you are taking it off, you will just reply, 'Because I have to.' Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"When you come to my office, I will have something for you and instructions for later. That is all for now. Three o'clock pre- cisely!" With that she turned and walked out of my office.

I found it hard to concentrate on my work. A little while later, I got up to get a glass of water from the cooler. I felt like everyone could tell I wasn't wearing anything under my skirt. My face was burning. I quickly returned to my office and shut the door.

At twenty minutes to three, I quickly got up and headed for the bathroom. There was no question in my mind at this point about following instructions. When I entered the Ladies' room, Linda was standing at the mirror, fixing her makeup (although it looked as perfect as ever to me.) She ignored me.

"Hi, Karen," it was Melissa, washing her hands. I nearly jumped through the roof.

"Oh, hi, Melissa. Sorry, you startled me, my mind is else- where. I'll talk to you later." I babbled as she walked out. There were a couple of other women in the room, but I had my orders. As Linda watched out of the corner of her eyes. I removed my jacket and shirt and laid them on the counter. As I got a couple of strange glances from other women, I reached behind me and removed my bra. The embarrassment was acute, but somehow a turn-on as well. I do not have huge breasts, but they are big enough that I usually feel more comfortable in a bra. Fortunately, no one asked what I was doing. As Linda washed her hands, still mostly ignoring me, I put my shirt and jacket back on. My bladder was starting to pressure me, and I glanced at the stalls. But I was not going to ask Linda's permission here in public. I could go later.

I stuffed my bra in my purse and walked out of the room. Linda had preceded me by just a minute. We work on the 23rd floor of a fifty story building. The cafeteria in on the tenth floor. The elevator was slow getting there and I kept glancing at my watch, nervous that I was going to be late. Three o'clock precisely, she had said. I rushed quickly through the line and got two Earl Grey's. One black for her and one with cream and sugar, as I like it and put tops on them. I rushed back and just missed one of the elevators. I got on the next one and walked as quickly as I could to Linda's office.

The door was closed when I got there. I knocked nervously.

"Who is it?"

"It's Karen," I said nervously.

"Come in," I entered, "and close the door behind you," she said. Linda came from behind her desk and sat on the front of it. "You may kneel there," she indicated the floor in front of her. "You have my tea." I handed one to her and knelt on the floor, sitting back on my heels. She took off the top, "Oh, no, this will not do, this has cream in it. I said one black for me and one with sugar for you."

"Oh, sorry, this is yours," I burst out, handing her the other.

She looked at me quickly, I dropped my eyes. I had spoken out of turn. She took the tea. It was black. "Well, at least you got one right. That will be three more demerits though, one for the tea, one for talking, and one for getting a drink without my permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes Lady Linda." I cowered, my kneeling position forcing me to look up at her. I hadn't even thought about it when I had gotten the water.

"Good, now drink your tea." She handed back mine and took a sip of hers. "I believe that you have something else for me." I reached into my purse and took out my bra. "Thank you, my girl, a very pretty bra, as were the panties. You have good taste in lingerie." She put her bra into her briefcase. "You did well in the Ladies' room! What were you thinking?"

"I was embarrassed, Mistress," I replied making sure I ad- dressed her correctly. "But it was exciting, too."

"Good. Good. Now finish your tea." I quickly drank it down. Linda placed hers on the desk and walked around to the other side. The tea flowed right through me. I needed to go to the bathroom. I shifted and opened my mouth to speak, but looked to Linda hoping for permission. "Yes, what do you want?"

"My Lady, I need to go to the bathroom."

"What for?"

"To relieve myself." She tipped her head back slightly and looked down her nose at me. "To relieve myself, my Lady," I quickly said, realizing my mistake.

"I think not. Not right now anyway. You may ask again later. Now stand up and come over here." I got up and walked to the side of her desk as she indicated. She opened her draw and pulled out a belt. On the front of the belt was a heart shaped device. Around the belt were small batteries. "This is called a Heart On. You will put it on now. Place the heart over your clit."

Again embarrassed, I mumbled, "Yes Mistress." I reached down and pulled up my skirt as she watched. She handed me the belt and I attached it around my hips. I adjusted the heart so it was over my pussy, centered on my clit. My pussy was wet, the odor drifted up to me.

"Very good Karen." Before I lowered my skirt, Linda reached over and moved a switch on the belt and the heart started vibrat- ing. It was making a very pleasurable sensation between my legs.

"You like it, I see," Linda said as I smoothed out my skirt. "You will wear it until I tell you otherwise. It should be enough to stimulate you but not enough to bring you off. Now back to your office. You will return here no later than five o'clock."

I hurried back to my office, sure that everyone was watching me, but in fact no one noticed a thing.

Half an hour later, I could stand the pressure in my bladder and my pussy no longer. I walked down the hall to Linda's of- fice. She had someone inside talking to her, but waved me inside anyway. I sat in a chair, saying nothing, my bladder was full and my pussy was quivering. Finally, Linda's guest left. She looked at me, "Yes, girl."

"My lady, may I have permission to go to the bathroom."

"What for, girl?" Her tone was scornful.

"I need to relieve yourself."

"You have no permission to relieve yourself from the Heart On. Is that all?" She looked at me as if I were wasting her time.

My face was flushed with embarrassment. "Mistress Linda, I have to pee."

"Oh, well, I suppose that it has been long enough. But I'll make sure that peeing is all that you do. Follow me." She led the way out of her office and to the fire stairs. I docilely followed her down two flights of stairs to a floor of the build- ing that was mostly empty. Down the hall and into the ladies room. She opened the door to a stall and waved me into it. As I started to close the door behind me, she stopped me. "No," she said. "You will relieve your bladder only. You will not relieve either your pussy or your embarrassment. Keep your eyes on mine. Do not look away. Now, sit!"

I flushed. I felt ready to die, but I lifted my skirt and sat keeping my eyes locked on hers as she commanded. Before I could pee, she commanded, "Not now, girl! You must wait until I say so." The feeling was exquisite: embarrassment, pressure, and complete lack of control. I sat on the toilet, my skirt around my waist, holding in the pee. Linda's eyes locked on mine. I felt completely at her command. "Ok, girl, you may pee now." I released my bladder and the relief was immediate. I almost came from the shear pleasure of it. And Linda's eyes said that it was she who was giving me the pleasure. I automatically thanked my mistress: "Thank you, Mistress Linda."

"You learn well, girl," she said. "Now wipe yourself and straighten out your skirt." After I did, she led me back up- stairs. "Five O'clock!" she reminded me as we separated.

I got almost no work done the rest of the afternoon. The Heart On kept vibrating against my pussy, driving me insane, but not letting me come. I wanted to put my hand between my legs and bring myself off, but I knew that Linda would find out and I didn't want to find out what would happen. She was right. I was hers.

At last five o'clock arrived. I rushed to Linda's office. Unfortunately, before I got there, Tom intercepted me to talk about an account of his. I spent five anxious minutes talking to him, knowing that I was going to be late. I dreaded Linda's reaction. I practically ran to her room. She looked up from her work as I entered and then looked at her watch. "You're late, wench. That will be two more demerits. Now, close the door, come around here, and kneel down to make your apology."

I walked to her side of the desk and knelt beside her. She turned toward me, still sitting and placed her feet before me. Somehow, I knew what was expected. I lowered my head and kissed her feet. "Mistress, I am sorry I was late. I deserve the demerits." And I sat back on my feet.

"That is correct, Karen. You do deserve them. And you will deserve the punishment that comes with them later. Now, I have a little work to do before we can leave. Please stay where you are." I stayed kneeling for the next fifteen minutes while Linda finished some paperwork. Outside I could hear everyone leaving the office. The place emptied quickly Friday afternoons. Final- ly, she finished what she was doing and she turned to me.

"Well, my pet, the work day is over. It is time to play. We have a little drive ahead of us. You will do the driving, so I think that we will remove that stimulation so that you can keep your mind on the road. Stand up and hike up your skirt."

I did as she instructed, rising to my feet and pulling my skirt up around my waist. Linda reached over, turned off the vibrator and undid the clasp that held it on my waist. Before I could lower my skirt, she reached behind me and gave my ass a squeeze. I flushed. "Nice firm ass, girl, and how about the pussy?" I was turning bright red as her hand ran around my front and swept by the front of my sex. "Nice and wet, oh you must be a horny bitch about now, aren't you girl?"

"Yes, Mistress, very horny!" was all I could answer.

"No, 'a very horny bitch'. Say it."

I hesitated, but her frown caught me, "Mistress Linda, I am a very horny bitch."

"Good, now drop that skirt and take my bags." She handed me her brief case and a small overnight case. "Follow me, remember, always two steps behind and to the left." I took up my position and followed her out of the office feeling like an errand girl. We went to the elevator and down to the garage under the build- ing. Linda led me to her car, a beautiful red BMW convertible. She had me put her bags in the trunk and then I opened the door for her before getting in on the driver's side.

"Very good," she purred. "Now what can we do to make this drive a little more interesting? I know. Take off you skirt and let the truckers see that nice wet pussy of yours."

I stared at her for a moment. "You want me to take off my skirt here. And then drive around without it on?"

She slapped my face. "I will not have you questioning me! Do you understand? Take that skirt off now, you cunt. And I was so pleased with the way you had been doing."

I felt completely chastened. All I could feel was that I had disappointed my Mistress. Choking back a sob, I lifted my hips and reached behind me to unzip my skirt, then I slid it off and down to the floor. Without a word, she grabbed the skirt and put it behind my seat. "Now let's get out of here," she said. "Take the expressway north out of the city."

Once we got out onto the expressway, Linda reached over and hit the switch to put the roof back. Now my exposure was much more apparent. I was driving down the highway with nothing covering my privates except the tails of my blouse and blazer. And Linda took care of those with two quick sweeps of her hands. Numerous times, a trucker would roll by, do a double take and honk his horn before continuing on. I tried to keep my mind on the road. Then Linda pulled out a clipboard and a pen and started asking questions:

"When was the last time you had sex with a man?"

"Uh, three months ago."

"That long, poor girl." She made a mark on the clipboard. "Now, was it vaginally, orally, or anally? Or some combination, be specific."

Although I didn't want to answer, I did anyway, "I sucked his cock and then he fucked me."

"Did you come?"

"Uh, no."

"Have you masturbated since then? Do you play with yourself regularly?"

"Yes, a couple of times. No, I don't masturbate often."

"When was the last time you had sex with a woman?"

"What? Never. I never even thought about it."

"Never even thought about it? I find that hard to believe."

"Well, maybe, sometimes."

"My, we are a pure one aren't we?" The next page of the clip- board. "Now, have you ever had sex with an animal?"

"No!" I was shocked.

"Ever fucked two or more men at once."

"Once, in college, when I was drunk. My boyfriend and his roommate."

"Oh, we find some dirt. Do you own a dildo or a vibrator?"

"No," and the questions kept going on. Eventually, she direct- ed me to take an exit off the highway. We were in the high hills. We wound our way around some back roads and finally came to a large estate surrounded by fences and walls. At Linda's instruction, I pulled up to the gate house. A pretty blonde woman sauntered over to the car. She was dressed in a guard's uniform: a tan shirt and knee length brown skirt, brown leather boots, tie, and a night stick held to her waist by a leather belt. She went to Linda's side of the car.

"Good evening, Mistress." Linda was obviously recognized. "You had a nice trip from the city I hope."

I was being completely ignored. "Yes Margaret. Thank you for asking. You may open the gate for us now."

"As you wish, my Lady."

The guard reentered the gatehouse and threw a switch. As the gate opened, I was dying of curiosity about where I was and what was going on. I parked where I was instructed to, and anticipat- ing a command, got out and opened Linda's door for her. Then I realized I was standing in the open, wearing nothing but a blaz- er, blouse and heels. "May I put my skirt back on, Mistress Linda."

"No, of course not. Now, get my bags." Chastened, I got her bags out of the trunk and followed her into the mansion. I call it a mansion because I can't describe it any other way. It was a beautiful, huge house, set in the trees and hills. I looked all around as I followed my lady to the door. "Is this yours?" I asked, unable to hold back.

"No, silly girl. It belongs to an old friend of mine, whom you will meet tonight. Now, no more questions out of turn." She climbed the steps and rang the bell. The door was quickly an- swered by a young woman in wearing a short, black maid's dress. The bottom of the skirt just reached the top of her white stock- ings. A white apron, a cap on her lustrous red hair, and feather duster completed the uniform.

She curtsied. "Welcome Madam Linda. We are expecting you. Your usual room has been prepared. Festivities begin in a half an hour. Shall I call someone to get your bags."

"No, thank you Jocelyn, my servant will take care of them. But would you please have someone move my car." Linda handed her the keys. "And tell your mistress that I have arrived." The maid curtsied again and left us alone in the hall. "Maybe you can be trained as well someday, girl. Come." Linda said to me and led me up a grand staircase.

We went down a hall and finally entered a large and beautiful room. A stone fireplace was on one wall, and two walls had large windows rising from knee height to the ceiling. A gorgeous cano- pied bed sat between the windows of one wall. On either side of the fireplace was a beautiful wooden door. One was open to a bathroom. An armoire, a tall bureau, two overstuffed chairs and a side table completed the furniture. A soft deep rug covered the floor.

"Now, wench, we must get properly attired for the festivities. Put my bags down by the bed and then take off the rest of your clothes." As I complied without question, Linda went to the armoire, opened it and removed a couple of items then dumped them on the bed. "Come here, slave." She motioned me over next to her. Then she reached out and put a leather collar around my neck. "I think that you've wanted one of these since you saw that scene last night, haven't you slut?" I could only nod. I felt like her property, wearing her collar. "And I have wanted to put one on you, to train you so that I could be proud of you! And that will be tonight. Now your hands." I lifted my hands and she clicked and locked on my wrists two metal bracelets one with a short chain hanging off it. Then she handed my two more cuffs. "Place these on your ankles then stand here and don't move. I must use the toilet."

As she walked into the bathroom I obeyed her. I knew this was the last act of submission, placing the cuffs on myself. But I was happy to do it. I stood, naked but for the cuffs and collar, and waited for her. I heard the toilet flush and my Mistress came out and walked to the closet. She took something out of the closet and tossed it on then bed. "Now you will be a lady's maid. Probably a better position then you deserved," she scowled. "Undress me. And be quick about it."

I knelt in front of her and as she lifted up each foot, I removed her shoe. Then I moved behind her and took off her jack- et. Her skirt unzipped down the back and I lowered it as she stepped out of it. After I quickly folded her skirt she turned around and I unbuttoned her blouse and took it off her. This left Linda wearing a white bra, panties, and garters and nude stockings. I assumed that I was finished and stood there waiting for her next command. As soon as she realized I thought I was finished, she reached out and slapped my face. "You lazy bitch. I knew you weren't good enough for this job. Finish undressing me."

"Yes, My Lady" I sobbed and reached for the clasp on the front of her bra. I couldn't help but admire how firm her breasts were when I took off her bra. Her nipples were hard and I paused a second admiring them. "On your knees girl and take off my pan- ties," she hurried me along. I dropped to my knees and pulled her panties down and off her. They were wet from her pussy and her scent was overwhelming me. Her blonde pussy was so pretty. "I want to...what, I don't know. I'd better not stop!" I thought before I unhooked each stocking, rolled them down and took them off my mistress as she raised her foot. Finally I unhooked her garter belt and she was undressed.

"You are so slow, girl, I don't know what I shall do with you. No time to have you dress me and no time to beat you. Hold out your hands." I did so, and she connected the chain between my hands so I couldn't move them very far apart. "Don't move!" she ordered, went to the armoire and got another chain that she fixed between my feet hobbling me. Then a leash clipped to my collar. She pulled me to the door and tied me to a hook next to the door with the leash. Finally she put a gag in my mouth. "Now I can get dressed for the festivities," she sighed.

I watched, fascinated as Linda picked up the clothes that she had tossed on the bed. She put it on quickly. It was a brown leather, sleeveless body suit with a zipper up the front. It fit her body like a glove and showed it off oh so well. She adjusted the edges around her ass and crotch and then went quickly to the closet and got a pair of knee-high, high-heel boots the same color as her body suit. As she sat on the bed pulling on her boots, someone knocked at the door. "Yes, come in." Linda called. The door opened, it was the maid, Jocelyn. She glanced at me with a dismissive look then curtsied to my Mistress. "My Lady's compliments, Mistress Linda," Jocelyn said. "The guests are assembled in the ballroom. They await your arrival. Still, my lady instructs you not to rush. And she wished you to know that if the house has anything you need, you may consider it yours." Again the curtsy.

Linda was pleased, you could see that from her smile. "Thank you, Jocelyn. Please return my thanks to your Lady. I will be along presently, depending on how quickly I can drag this little cunt along with me. But first, come here, there is something of the house that I could use." Jocelyn went over to my mistress and bent over to her as she whispered something in the maid's ear. As she bent over, it became apparent that she was wearing no panties. Jocelyn glanced at me and giggled, then stood and curtsied again. "Yes, Mistress Linda. It shall be done." Then she hurried out of the room.

Linda stood up and went again to the armoire. The she came over to me a riding crop in one hand. "Well, my girl. It's finally time for your training. I'm sure that you'll be good. Come now, follow me." She grabbed my leash and led me out of the room. I hobbled along as best I could with my feet chained together. Once or twice I stumbled, but Linda had no mercy. She merely pulled at my neck and mutter, "Come on, you little bitch. We mustn't keep everyone waiting." When I began to think about what she said, I became more and more nervous. Everyone? What did she mean by that? Where were we going? And who was every- one?

We went down the stairs and to the back of the house and we came to a door. Outside the door was a woman dressed as the gate guard had been: brown shirt, and skirt, brown boots, and a tie. Linda seemed to be expecting her to be there. "Ah, good, Anne! You will take control of this piece until I call for you." Then she reached up and took the gag off my face. "And if she speaks or does anything without being told, you are to slap her across her face!"

The woman, Anne, I guess, smiled and said, "Very good, my lady. They await you within." Linda nodded and slipped through the door.

As I waited, Anne looked me up and down a couple of times, smiling and then focused on my breasts. I was embarrassed, and started to turn away. Anne just reached out and turned me toward her again. I heard some clapping and then the door opened. Linda stuck her head out and said, "Anne, please bring our train- ee." Anne grabbed my leash and pulled me into the room.

The room was a beautiful, large ballroom, with two sides filled with windows looking out onto beautiful grounds. In the center of the room was a semi-circle of eight chairs around a tall post and pillows on the floor. In all but one chair sat a woman, each different and beautiful. The women were all different shapes, colors and styles, but all were wearing formal evening gowns, and made up to the nines. At the foot of each woman was another woman, curled up by her ladies' legs, or kneeling and holding some refreshment. These women were all clad differently: a bikini, a sarong, one nude, one dressed as a nurse, one in stock- ings and lace underwear. The lady at the center of the semi- circle had two girls at her feet. One, clad as a maid, was pol- ishing the lady's nails; the other was seated at her other side in a baby-doll nightgown and was having her hair stroked by the lady in the chair.

All their eyes followed me as I was lead into the room, follow- ing Anne, who was following Mistress Linda. I felt the blush all over my body. They led me to the woman in the center of the circle, and the guard forced me down onto my knees.

Linda spoke, "My Lady Eve, I present my newest trainee for your approval. This thing of course, has not earned the right to her name yet. I ask your permission to train her before you here."

The woman, Eve, answer. "Of course Linda, please proceed."

Linda looked at me. "This is the mistress of the house, girl. You will greet her appropriately." As she said that Mistress Eve stuck one foot forward. I took the hint and crawled forward on my knees and kissed her foot. "Very good girl," Linda praised me. Then she said "Anne, take off her foot chains and secure her to the spanking post."

I felt upset, hadn't my lady just said I was doing well? What was the spanking post for? The woman guard roughly took the chains off my feet then hoisted me off my knees by my handcuffs. She then secured the chain of the handcuffs to a ring above my head on the post facing away from the women in the chairs. Finally she reached between my legs and roughly spread them, leaving me hanging mostly by my arms and off balance on my feet.

Linda sauntered over and placed her hand on my rear-end, rub- bing it. She stood there, where I couldn't see for what seemed like an eternity, caressing my ass until she finally said, "Now girl, How many demerits did you earn today"

I counted back quickly through the day, "Five, my lady Linda."

Suddenly, her hand was removed and then I heard a swish through the air and I felt a searing pain on my ass. I screamed in shock and pain. "Wrong, you stupid little bitch," Linda yelled at me. "And who gave you permission to yell like that. That will be another demerit." She walked in front on me so that I could see her and showed me the riding crop she had held in her hand since her room. "This will be your punishment again, girl, if you are wrong again." She moved behind me again and started caressing me with the riding crop. She moved it around my ass, teased my asshole, and then brought it between my thighs from behind, rubbing my pussy. My mind centered on there, I didn't want to think of anything else.

Mistress Linda brought me quickly back. "Ok, little cunt, let's try again. How many demerits did you earn today, and this time you better name them."

"Yes my lady Linda. The first was for speaking out of turn when you first talked to me, then when I brought your tea, you gave me one for bringing the wrong tea for myself, one for talk- ing and one for getting a drink without your permission. Then there were two more for being late at the end of the day, oh dear that was six Mistress. And you just gave me one more, for a total of seven. Is that correct, Mistress Linda?"

"Very good girl. Much better. Now I think that you deserved to be punished for your demerits. Then you won't have to worry about them anymore. Don't you agree?"

I was afraid to do anything but agree. "Yes Mistress Linda. Please punish me for my demerits."

"Your punishment will be one stroke from the crop for each demerit. After each you will speak the count aloud, thank me, and ask for another. You may not scream. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress, please will you begin?"

"Oh, girl, you learn so quickly. At times like this it is a pleasure to have you as my slave." Then I heard the swish through the air and my ass was stung again.

I swallowed the scream that wanted to escape me as my eyes filled with tears. I sobbed, "One Mistress, Thank you, may I have another." The next landed on the backs of my thighs. I was crying freely now, "Two Mistress, Thank you, may I have another." Again on my ass, I almost screamed again, "Thank you Mistress, three, may I have another." Once more she struck me, and by now my eyes were not all that was flowing freely, my pussy as well was wet now, "That was four Mistress. Thank you, please strike me again." She returned to my thighs and I began to feel the heat building in my cunt. "Five Mistress. Thank you. Again, please." She struck again, crisscrossing my ass at a different angle, I felt the welts rising. I was sobbing and writhing under the combined pain and sexual tension. "Six Mistress, thank you, may I have another." Once again I was hit. It almost took me over the edge. I wanted to come. I wanted her to bring me off, I took a deep breath, "Seven My Lady Linda. Thank you. May I have anoth- er?"

"Oh I don't think so. Seven was the number," Linda chuckled. She turned me around so I faced the audience. The ladies in the chairs all clapped politely. I hung by my wrists and quietly cried, I wanted to come so badly. "Now little girl, what is it that you want?" Linda asked me solicitously.

"I want so badly to come, My Lady, please," I sobbed.

"And do you think that you've earned that?"

"I don't know. Please My Lady." I didn't even care if the other ladies heard me beg. I was past that embarrassment. "Oh Mistress, I've tried so hard to be good," I begged in a little voice. "I just need to come! Please. Please then you can train me more. Please."

"So be it, you slut. I think that you have gotten the right attitude. You know that your pleasure is at my control. Anne, let her down from the post and lay her on the pillows. "

Leaving my hands cuffed together, Anne released me from the post and had me lay down on some pillows strewn around the floor. She spread my legs and then got out of the way. Linda sat and put my head in her lap, my hands behind my head. Then she called out, "Jocelyn, are you ready? Please come here." I looked up to see the maid, Jocelyn approach. Only she no longer wore her maids outfit. Instead she wore a black bra and garters and the white stockings, her beautiful red hair was let down and fell in front of her, and strapped to her crotch was a big dildo. Sud- denly, I understood.

"Oh, no!" I said breathlessly. "Please, Mistress, not like this. Oh no!"

"Oh yes, my pretty," Linda replied, her fingers stroking my cheek, then moving down and caressing my breasts. "This is how you shall come. My time, and my means! Ok, Jocelyn, take this little cunt, she is yours!"

Jocelyn knelt to the floor between my legs and I started to struggle, bringing my legs together and twisting back and forth. Linda held tightly to my head, then bent down and kissed me full on the lips. I was captivated by the thought that I must have pleased my Mistress if she was kissing me and stopped my strug- gles. "That's better, girl," she whispered to me. "Cooperate, now dear, or we will have to tie you up."

My tears started again, as I relaxed and spread my legs, re- signed to be fucked by this woman. While Linda kept her face near mine, Jocelyn lay on top of me, and while she was licking my tits, pushed the dildo into me. Then she started pumping. I didn't care anymore who was fucking me. I quickly had a small orgasm, coming with a shriek, then another climax started to build. I reached my head forward trying to kiss Linda, but she moved out of the way and Jocelyn moved to kiss me. I was sur- rounded by her red hair and her face, which I started to kiss passionately. She was obviously getting off on this too. She built to an orgasm, and screamed, arching her back, and pushing the dildo further into me. Then she picked up again, as I was building toward a peak. I was moaning and making nonsense words. Then Linda said "Stop. Now!"

Jocelyn stopped immediately. Linda moved Jocelyn's face out of the way and looked at me. "Whose are you girl?"

I knew the answer now. "I am yours, Mistress."

"And who owns your body, slut?"

"You do, my Lady Linda."

"And who gives you pleasure, slave?"

"Only you! Mistress." I knew that was the only answer.

"Very well, Jocelyn, proceed." Jocelyn took off again and I started screaming, "Oh, oh," at the top of my lungs as I built to an orgasm that came and passed by waves and waves over me. I went completely limp. Jocelyn brought herself off again and then got up. She stood and the audience applauded. I didn't think it was possible to curtsy when you are naked, but Jocelyn managed it. Then she walked off and back out of the room.

I was left looking up into the eyes of my Mistress.

"Mistress, please."

"Yes, girl, what is it?"

"Please may I pleasure you now?"

"Oh, lovely one. You learn so well." She stood and glanced toward Mistress Eve, "With your permission my lady," she said to her. I didn't see what Eve did, but apparently the answer was yes, for Linda bowed, then turned back toward me. She straddled my body, standing over my chest, and unzipped her body suit, and stepped out of it, leaving her in only her boots. I looked up- wards at her beautiful body, her firm breasts, and her lovely pussy. I now knew what I wanted to do before, when I was con- fused up in our, no, her room.

She slowly lowered her crotch to my face, and crouched above me. I wasted no time. I wanted so badly to please my mistress and to taste her, to make love to her. I picked my head up and licked her. She tasted so good, tasting faintly of leather. She tasted something like my fingers tasted when I masturbate, but oh, so different. I did those things that I liked done to me on those rare occasions when some man would go down on me. I licked and I nibbled, I thrust with my tongue and I squeezed with my lips. I wanted to reach her with my fingers, but my hands were still chained behind my head. Suddenly, she grabbed my head and pulled me even closer to her crotch. I could barely breathe, surrounded by her pussy and lovely smooth thighs. I didn't fight, knowing she was nearing climax, I started thrusting faster and deeper with my tongue and soon she let out an "Ahh!" as her pussy spasmed. A flood of juices covered my face and she let go of my head.

She wasn't finished though, and I was glad. She slid her hips down my body and brought her tits to my face. I went for them as quickly as I had reached for her pussy, and just as hungrily. I didn't know what she liked, so I experimented. I quickly found that she wanted me to nibble and bite them. When I did, she writhed and ground her crotch into whatever part of my body it was lying on at the time. I don't know if she got off from this alone. By this time, I was getting hot again (still?), but I was unconcerned for myself. I knew my Mistress would take care of me when I deserved it.

Then she lifted her self from me and turned around. She squat- ted over me again, but this time she presented her ass to me, her cheeks spread from the way she crouched. Her pretty little pink asshole stood out, beckoning me. I knew what she wanted. I reached for it with my tongue, as I saw her reach for her pussy. Her scent was strong here. I could smell the leather, and sweat, and the juices from her pussy. These combined with another deeper scent which all drove me crazy. As I licked and probed her ass for all I was worth, Lady Linda's hands were rubbing her pussy. She was making a lot of noise now. Her hands moved faster. She pushed her ass into my face and then backed off again. I felt her come a number of times as the quivers of her cunt reflected through her ass. My thoughts were only for her pleasure. What was it that had just taken her over the edge? Do it again. Do it better! Do it more.

Finally, her whole body shuddered, she screamed, and then collapsed in a heap on top of me, her head on my legs. Her crotch was still in front of me and I watched it quiver, and the still, and quiver again, like the aftershocks of an earthquake.

Then the applause started again. Stronger this time than for Jocelyn. I looked up at the ladies in the chairs. All were clapping. All the women next to them were as well, except the nurse. She knelt was between the legs of her lady, who had raised her evening dress to her waist, and was licking her lady's pussy.

My Lady Linda arose slowly, then undid the chains at my wrists. She led me in front of Mistress Eve, and motioned me to kneel. Linda bowed then said, "My Lady Eve. This slave has done well for her first lesson. Of course her training will require the whole weekend. With your permission, I offer her the first initial of her name as reward. Ladies, and slaves, this is K." The ladies in the chairs simply smiled and nodded their heads. The women on the floor all seemed pleased and clapped politely.

Eve waited the moment until the clapping stopped then said, "Well done Linda. You chose a fine one there. I suspect that you would like to wash up and have K washed up before we contin- ue. Justine here," indicating the kneeling maid at her left, "will help you. We will reconvene here in an hour. I will order dinner brought to everyone where they wish. Thank you." Justine rose and led us back out of the room as the ladies also rose and all started talking.

The weekend continued and I finally earned my whole name, but my first lesson will always remain my most memorable.

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