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From: Hawaiian Heat <hheat@accessus.net>

Subject: The Atonement

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On Mon, 21 Oct 1996 hootie21@aol.com wrote:

-> -> Subject: Re: The Atonement 1/5 -> Could I get a full copy of parts 1 and 2? Every time I have seen them -> posted they have been cut off at the end.....would love to read the entire -> story

Sure! I've attached all five parts. I get a zillion requests from aol'ers with the same promblem. Personally I'd get another ISP. AOL's software is more like crippleware.

Anyway the stories are attached.

Enjoy

                                     THE ATONEMENT

                                      By "Racecar"

                             PART ONE:  In The Beginning...

          She can still see it all as if it were happening again this moment. The
    expression on his face just before impact.  She could see he knew it was coming
    -- that he knew he was going to be severely injured and there was no way he
    could avoid it.  That expression clearly said what writers would take volumes
    to say.  She could see the face change as it hit the windshield only inches
    from her eyes.  It changed as if everything were happening in slow motion -- as
    if he were willing time to slow down enough to allow him to get out of this
    mess. She could feel the bump of the rear tires running over the body. And she
    could still feel her foot pressing on the accelerator taking her away from
    there as quickly as possible.  She wonders if anyone else witnessed the horror
    that occurred that night.  She wonders if she could have saved his life if she
    had stopped.  She wonders how long these flashbacks would go on.  She wonders
    just what John really thinks of her.  Outwardly he acts like the model of a
    devoted husband -- offering her support and solace, as well as trying to cover
    up everything.  She wonders what would happen to her if the authorities found
    out she was the hit-and-run driver they've been looking for since Saturday.
    Mostly she wonders "why me?"

          The knock on the door brought her back to the present and to reality.
    Before she had time to get up and answer, the call "Barbara?" told her it was
    Cheryl. Cheryl had introduced herself the day she moved in and, within an hour,
    was talking about her sex life as if they had been lifelong friends.  Barbara
    had been taken aback by this at first but came to accept Cheryl's "cock sure of
    herself" boldness.  For the most part, Cheryl was your average 23 year old
    girl-next-door.  Plain looking with no exceptional features.  Sandy blonde
    hair, well built, firm body, friendly personality, but with a decided fixation
    on sex.  She had lived in the house next door with her parents until she
    married and moved into her own apartment about a year ago.  Being childless and
    not working left her with plenty of time on her hands, especially since her
    husband had to be away on business so often.  She spent a good deal of this
    time at her parent's home and, inevitably, at Barbara's kitchen table over
    coffee.  During these conversations Barbara discovered that Cheryl was not
    really having a great marriage and it was obvious that Cheryl's lack of
    inhibitions clashed with her husband, Don's,  rather prudish conservative
    manner.  Barbara also knew that Cheryl wanted to get in the sack with John very
    badly and had even hinted of swinging when they were all partying together.
    Barbara knew Cheryl well enough to know that Cheryl would never cease to
    surprise her and that she usually got what she was after.

          Barbara seemed to sense that something was different about Cheryl today.
    As she poured the coffee she noticed Cheryl sat at the table without saying a
    word.  This was totally out of character for Cheryl who normally wouldn't stop
    talking from the moment she walked through the door until she walked back out
    of it.  Having set the cups on the table, Barbara took her seat and was about
    to open the conversation with a "What's new?" when Cheryl suddenly opened up.

          "Guess what happened to me Saturday night?" she started, although it was
    not the cheerful "can't wait to tell ya'" tone one would expect from Cheryl.

          "What?"  Barbara tried to sound genuinely interested in what Cheryl was
    saying.

          "I was coming home to spend the rest of the weekend at mom's when I
    dropped my cigarette onto the carpet.  I pulled over and was looking for it
    when  this drunk, trying to cross the street, bumps into my car, staggers back,
    then walks right in front of the car into my street."  She paused to sip her
    coffee then lit a cigarette before continuing.  "Guess what happened next?"

          "I have no idea."  Barbara said.  She could tell she was beginning to
    panic.  Her heart was pounding so hard she thought surly Cheryl must hear it.

          "Oh, I think you do."  Cheryl responded.  "I think you know I saw this
    Pontiac, just like yours, come flying down the street, run him down then take
    off like a bat out of hell.  I think you know I saw a woman driving who looked
    exactly like you.  I think you know I saw the license plate number and it was
    your number.  I think you know."  Cheryl's eyes were glued on Barbara.  She
    took a long drag on the cigarette and blew the smoke over her cup towards
    Barbara and just waited.

          "What the hell are you talking about?  I was here with John all night on
    Saturday.  Ask him!" Barbara shot back.

          "Barbara, this is me.  I'm no fool.  If that's the case, how did your
    windshield get broken?  Yes, I just "happened" to notice it through the garage
    window on my way over here.  C'mon. Stop bullshitting me.  You know, I wonder
    what the cops are gonna find when they go over that windshield looking for hair
    or blood or whatever they do in these cases."

          "Why would the cops come here?" Barbara asked suspiciously.  She knew the
    answer of course, but couldn't think of anything else to say at the moment. She
    just wanted to buy a little time to get her head straight and think of some
    logical explanation -- something -- anything.

          "Well Barbara, I've been fighting with myself since I saw "this nice old
    guy" get gunned down the other night.  I think It's my duty to call the police
    and tell them what I saw.  Unless..."  again Cheryl stopped, sipped and took
    another puff on the cigarette.

          "Unless what?"  Barbara was starting to drop her defenses.  Maybe, she
    thought, there is a way out.  But then again why would Cheryl say she was going
    to the police if she really wasn't?  She felt the blood rushing to her head and
    wondered if it was due to embarrassment or to the fact that she was beginning
    to get a little annoyed with this brat and wished she'd get to the point.

          "You know, Barbara, it hasn't been fun for me this past year.  Being
    married to "Mr. Goody Two-shoes" is not what I'd call exciting to begin with,
    and even at that he's been away so much lately that its almost like I'm single
    - only worse.   If I were single, I could go out and find someone to spend a
    wild night with, but being married puts a damper on that kind of behavior.  No,
    I've just been sitting around at nights, watching TV and thinking thoughts.
    Lately those thoughts have been getting wilder and wilder.  When I saw you hit
    that guy the other night I didn't know what to do.  I mean, how could I face
    you without thinking about what I saw?  I sat home trying to think of something
    to say to you or how to bring it up or whatever.  I'd just sit there thinking
    about it and my thoughts would get wilder and wilder.  Finally I thought of
    what it would be like to have a maid around the house.  Someone to wait on me
    hand and foot and do whatever I told them to."  With that said, Cheryl stopped.
    She slowly, deliberately crushed out her cigarette and put the coffee cup back
    to her lips, watching Barbara over the rim.

          Barbara couldn't control herself any longer.  This was too much.  Who the
    hell did this kid think she was?

          "Cheryl, you've got to be crazy.  If you think I'm gonna be your maid and
    wait on you hand and foot, you're bananas."

          "Now listen Barbara!"  Cheryl's tone changed from that of being
    sicky-sweet to being downright nasty and dominant.  "I'm offering you a
    alternative.  Do you know what'll happen to you if they find out you ran that
    guy over and then left the scene?  My guess is at LEAST a year or two in prison
    for vehicular homicide.  How are you going to cope with that?  How are going to
    explain to your kids why they have to visit mommy in jail once a week?  How is
    John going to cope without a woman around the house for that length of time?
    You think about it."

          "What is it you want me to do?"  Barbara replied quietly.  She knew
    Cheryl had her, but being a maid for a while sure beat going to jail.  What
    would say to John? How could she get out of the house without him knowing about
    it?

          "Whatever, and I do mean whatever,  I tell you to do."  Cheryl shot back.
    "I'll tell you one thing, though.  It's gonna involve a whole lot more than
    housework and waiting on me -- a whole lot more.  I told you I've been thinking
    some wild thoughts lately."

          "Cheryl,  let's get this straight.  I'm not a lesbian and don't intend to
    become one, so get any thoughts like that right out of your head."

          "No, Barbara, you get this straight.  You'll do what I say you'll do,
    when I say to do it and with whoever I say to do it with.  I'm not a lesbian
    either, but I admit to thinking about what it would be like once or twice
    lately"

          "Cheryl, I can't."  Barbara whined softly.  "I simply can't."

          "Tell you what.  You think it over.  You think it over real good.  You
    look at your husband and your kids and you think of what you in prison will do
    to them.  You think about it and when John comes home, you talk to him about
    it.  You make the decision.  I'll be back at 10 o'clock tonight.  If you and
    John agree to this, you put the kids to bed at 9, go take your shower, get all
    prettied up, and put on your robe -- just your robe, nothing underneath, and
    wait for me.  If I come back and you're not wearing your robe, I'll know the
    answer is "no" and I'll leave here immediately and the next time you see me
    I'll be on a witness stand.  You think about it.  And, by the way, if you do
    decide to agree to my terms, have a nice chilled bottle of wine on the table
    for me."

          Having said that, Cheryl stood up and looked at Barbara sitting there,
    stunned, head bowed and near tears.  She paused, walked casually to the door
    and left.

          "Well,"  Barbara thought.  "I certainly have gotten myself into a pile of
    shit this time."  She thought about the day in varying states of confusion,
    disbelief, shock, and humility.  She had surely fucked up this time.  She
    remembered telling John what had happened with Cheryl that afternoon.  She
    expected him to react with rage and had prepared herself to restrain him from
    running next door and killing Cheryl on the spot.  She didn't expect the way he
    did react -- pretty much the same way she did -- completely defeated.  He just
    sat there staring at his glass of beer and didn't say a word.  He never even
    looked up when she told him what she thought she do.  He never saw the tears
    forming in the corners of her eyes as she told him how sorry she was for
    causing this mess and screwing up their lives.  He just stared at the beer as
    if the golden liquid would show him an answer to all their problems.  Finally
    he stood up, said "Whatever you want to do, babe, I'm with you.  I can't tell
    you how sorry I am that this is happening to you.  Whatever you decide, I'll
    stick by you.  I don't know what I'd do." She wondered if he would stand by her
    or if this ordeal would prove to much for him to handle.  Then she wondered
    what was in store for her.  Just what the hell could possibly be worse than
    what she's been through these past couple of days.  If she could survive them,
    she could survive anything.  "I guess I'll find out soon enough." she thought
    as she finished drying off, stepped out of the shower stall and into her robe.

          Cheryl, as usual, was right on time.  The knock on the back door came
    just as the living room clock was beginning to chime.  Barbara glanced over at
    John, took a deep breath  and shivered as she uncrossed her legs and began to
    stand up.  John motioned for her to stay put and got up off the sofa and walked
    casually to the back door.

          "Cheryl, what the hell is going on?" He asked even before the door was
    fully opened.  John wasn't sure whether he should show strength and force or
    humility. He was pissed that Cheryl was doing this to his wife but afraid of
    what would happen if he didn't consent.  What pissed him off most, though, was
    that Cheryl obviously wanted his wife and he had been hoping to get some wild
    sack time in with Cheryl himself.

          Cheryl took one step into the kitchen, looked at him and smiled.  She had
    obviously "prettied" herself up also.  She wore a short cotton dress that
    wrapped around her and appeared to be held on by one button on the side at the
    waistline.  It was evident to John that she wore no bra or stockings and he
    wondered if she had anything on at all under that dress.  As he looked at her,
    he felt that familiar twinge in his loins as he began to get hard.

          "Well, let's find out, John, shall we?" she replied as she walked past
    him and stood at the small dinette table in the center of the room.  She
    shifted the rather large tote bag she was carrying to the other shoulder and
    began to twirl the bottle of Zinfadel  around in the ice bucket which sat, all
    alone, in the center of the table.

          "Look, Cheryl, think about what you're asking of us.  Friends don't do
    this sort of thing to friends. What is it that you expect of Barbara?  God
    knows she's been through enough already."

          "Don't worry, John.  I'm just going to have a little fun.  Barbara won't
    be hurt much.  I'm sure that right now this seems like such a sinister thing
    I'm doing, but lighten up.  I think we'll all have a good time in the end.  I'm
    sure you and I will, but Barbara just might not care for it.   She's just going
    to have to put up with it for a while.  Who knows?  She may enjoy it - but
    don't bet on it.  As for what I expect of Barbara, we'll go over that shortly.
    Do me a favor, will you? Get me a glass and bring the wine into the living room
    where we can all talk this out."

          Cheryl turned and walked into the living room.  She looked at Barbara
    sitting in the chair, smiled when she noticed that Barbara was wearing a robe,
    went over and sat down in the center of the sofa placing her bag beside her.
    When John came in the room, he set the wine and glasses down on the coffee
    table in front of the sofa. He silently picked up the bottle and began to pour
    wine into the three glasses he had set in a row.

          "Just pour two glasses, John.  I don't believe Barbara will have one just
    yet."  Having said that, Cheryl looked directly at Barbara who was visibly
    nervous and frightened as she sat rubbing her hands together staring at the
    carpet.

          "Well, Barbara, it appears that you've agreed to my terms after all. Have
    you?"  Cheryl asked while sipping on the cool wine.

          "I guess so."  Barbara's voice was barely audible and had a distinct
    waver in it.  She never moved her head as she spoke and kept looking down at
    the carpet.

          Cheryl smiled outwardly, but inwardly she was laughing.  I've got her
    where I want her she thought.

          "Why, Barbara, I couldn't hear a word you said. Please come over here and
    stand in front of the table right there in front of me and answer my question."
    Cheryl spoke cheerfully, as if she were discussing the weather or her new
    spring wardrobe.

          Barbara shot a cold look at Cheryl and for a moment was ready to pounce
    on her and rip her hair out.  Luckily she regained her composure quickly and
    realized that Cheryl was definitely in the driver's seat.  She quickly glanced
    at John who sat there looking at her, uncrossed her legs and slowly started
    over to the sofa.

          Cheryl smiled even wider when Barbara got up and walked over to the exact
    spot she had directed her to. She lifted her glass and finished the wine in one
    long sip then turned to John who was still looking at his wife.  Cheryl noticed
    that John's hard-on was undermining his outward attempt to show his disdain for
    the proceedings.

          "John, would you refill my glass, please?  And, by the way John, please
    don't interrupt Barbara and I during this discussion.  You'll have plenty of
    time to voice your opinion to Barbara after I leave."

          Cheryl then directed her attention to Barbara standing in front of her.
    She did look hopeless standing there, still looking at the carpet.

          "Well, Barbara, have you agreed to my terms, or haven't you?

          "Yes," was all Barbara could whisper before almost losing her breath.

          "Let's see about that.  First of all, the correct answer would be "Yes,
    Mistress."  Please try again and speak so that we can hear you."

          "Yes, mistress"  Barbara spat back, then realizing she sounded hostile
    and afraid Cheryl would get angry she continued in a more humble tone.  "I
    agree to your terms."

          "Good.  Let's begin then."  Cheryl sat up and opened her tote bag and
    rummaged through it for a minute then withdrew a tape recorder, Polaroid camera
    and a file folder.  She opened the file folder and pulled out a single sheet of
    paper and laid it on the table in front of Barbara.

          "Ok, Barbara, you wanted to know what I expected you to do.  Well, that
    paper will enlighten things a bit. Now I want you to remove your robe -- you
    don't have anything on under it do you?"

          "No."  Barbara said and quickly added "mistress."

          "Well, take it off and lets see."

          Cheryl was pleasantly surprised when Barbara's hands undid the sash and
    let the robe slip off her arms. Barbara had a much better body than she had
    imagined. She wasn't as thin as Cheryl had pictured.  A better word word to
    describe her would be "trim" with small, pert breasts and a firm, flat tummy
    one wouldn't expect from a 28 year old mother of two.  Cheryl had mentioned to
    a few of her neighbors who dropped by for coffee this morning that she just may
    have a "slave/maid" shortly and when she described Barbara to them she did not
    do her justice. Of course the girls got all giggly and excited about the
    prospect and made Cheryl promise to keep them informed. Cheryl had never had a
    lesbian experience and really never thought she would.  Sure she fantasized
    about it occasionally when Don was on one of his business trips, but for the
    most part, Cheryl was strictly straight. She thought about this whole scenario
    as a possible means to get John in bed with her, but now she was really getting
    turned on and the thought of having John while Barbara helped and even provided
    some services of her own was delicious.  She could really have a good time with
    this plan, that's for sure.

          Barbara could feel her face getting red.  She had never felt so shamed in
    her life.  She held the robe over her forearms and in front of her so to cover
    her pubic area.  She didn't dare look at John, but wondered what he was looking
    at and what he was thinking.  She just wanted to sink into the floor and
    disappear.  She was startled when Cheryl  started speaking again.

          "Very nice, Barbara.  Put the robe down on the chair."

          Barbara turned around and bent over to put the robe onto the chair.
    Cheryl felt herself quietly gasp when she saw Barbara's rump.  She always had
    sort of a "butt fetish" but Don would have no part of that action.  She
    remembered sneaking up on him one night during foreplay and trying to stick her
    small vibrator into his butt. You'd think she tried to kill him from his
    reaction. Barbara's rear end was exquisite and she knew she would have fun
    playing with that.  The sight was short lived as Barbara turned and returned to
    her spot in front of the table to await her next order.

          "Please pick up that paper and read it, Barbara. It is your statement of
    submission to me."  Cheryl leaned forward and pressed the 'record" button on
    the recorder as Barbara bent down to pick up the paper.  Barbara straightened
    up and looked at the paper as tears began forming in her eyes.

          "Read it aloud, Please!"  Cheryl was annoyed now. "The tape can't record
    your thoughts, you know"

          Barbara shuddered from the tone of Cheryl's voice and began reading,
    aloud from the top.

          "I, Barbara Morris, hereby announce my willingness to surrender myself to
    my mistress, Cheryl Sather.  In so doing, I agree to the following terms."

          "1.  I shall make myself available to my mistress with one days notice. I
               will make all arrangements for baby-sitting, etc. that will be
               necessary for me to meet these obligations.  I understand that there
               will be no more than 2 sessions per week though some sessions may
               require my attendance overnight or for the weekend.

          "2.  I shall appear for each such session freshly bathed and groomed and
               dressed in apparel requested by Mistress Cheryl.  I understand that
               all under clothing, bras, panties, hosiery, etc. are not to be worn
               at any time during these sessions unless I am directed to do so my
               Mistress Cheryl.

          "3.  I will not speak unless directed to do so by Mistress Cheryl or if
               given permission to do so by Mistress Cheryl.  I will always end
               each sentence with "Mistress Cheryl."

          "4.  At no time will I object to, or refuse to carry out an order given
               by Mistress Cheryl.

          "5.  Although my husband, John may be present, I will ignore him, his
               actions, suggestions and orders unless directed otherwise by my
               Mistress.

          "6.  I understand fully that these sessions will be sexual in nature and
               involve actions I do not approve of or that repulse me.  I shall,
               however, comply promptly with my mistresses' directions and agree to
               give complete control of my body to my Mistress Cheryl.

          "7.  I understand that my failure to comply with these conditions,
               including objecting to, or refusing to obey an order by Mistress
               Cheryl will result in my being punished, which I agree to accept.

          "8.  I understand that no physical pain or permanent harm will come to me
               although I will experience humiliation, discomfort, embarrassment
               and revulsion.  I understand that my failure to obey will call for
               punishment which may cause pain, but no permanent damage to me.

          "I am a humble slave to my mistress, Cheryl Sather."

          Barbara's tears streamed down her cheeks as she finished reading.  She
    felt her knees buckle and felt as if she might faint at any moment.  When she
    said the last words, she remained staring at the paper and watched as drops of
    her tears fell on the words, as if to punctuate each thing she was submitting
    to.  She couldn't speak or force herself to look at John, who she desperately
    needed at this moment.

          Cheryl reached forward and stopped the tape recorder.  This time she
    grabbed the bottle and poured herself another glass of wine and filled John's
    glass. She looked at Barbara, then John, sat back and stared at the naked,
    quivering Barbara again.

          "Any questions, Barbara?"  She said softly, almost as if she had sympathy
    for her once good friend whom she has shared so many secrets with.

          "Yes, just how long to expect me to do this?  It can't go on forever, you
    know."  Barbara, too had changed.  She seemed more at ease in her nakedness
    now. Not comfortable, mind you, but her concentration seemed centered on the
    business at had.  She even glanced at John and noticed he had one helluva
    hard-on as he fixed his eyes on her bare silhouette.

          "Already you've failed to comply with your terms, slave.  I believe item
    number 3 on that sheet was violated.  I'll make your punishment easy this time,
    though.  But remember what you've agreed to in the future, for your next
    punishment will not be pleasant, I assure you.  Now to answer your question,
    this will go on as long as I can keep it going, but I know that I'd look
    foolish going to the police after a long time had passed. Then again, you may
    wish it to go on forever.  Who knows? Believe this -- it is going on at this
    moment and you will either hold to your agreement or I'm out of here and on my
    way to the police.  Does that answer your question?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara's demeanor again changed to one of
    complete submission and her head dropped to face the carpet once more.

          "Good.  Now let's get this show on the road.  I've got some preliminaries
    to go over and then there's that punishment due."  Cheryl fidgeted in her tote
    bag some more and finally withdrew what appeared to be a photo album.  She laid
    it on the table and opened it to the first page. Barbara noticed that it was
    empty and wondered why Cheryl brought it out, until Cheryl grabbed the camera.
    She sensed then that it would not be empty long.

          "This book, Barbara, has 100 pages."  Cheryl continued.  "Each page will
    hold 6 photos on each side. That means when full, this album will have 1200
    photos, assuming I don't add additional pages.  Each of those photos will have
    one thing in common -- they will all be of you naked and posed in every way,
    doing everything imaginable.  We will begin tonight with some rather basic
    shots of you alone."  She paused and looked at John who seemed mesmerized by
    what she was saying.  "John, would you be a dear and move this coffee table so
    that it sits perpendicular to the sofa, and get me nice sheet to spread over it
    and, oh yes, I'll need a pillow."

          John jumped to his feet and cleared the table of the wine, which he sat
    on the floor at Cheryl's feet, and in one move, positioned the table as Cheryl
    directed. Cheryl then shifted the lampshades on the end tables so that the
    coffee table was bathed in bright light.  John scurried out of the room to get
    the pillow and sheet. Meanwhile, Cheryl directed her attention to Barbara who
    was standing with her hands held open in front of her pubic area.

          "Barbara, you seem to have a problem with your hands.  It seems you don't
    know what to do with them while standing there.  From now on, and for all
    future sessions, when you are awaiting orders, I want you to put both hands
    behind your head and clasp your fingers. Also, from now on you are to keep your
    legs apart so that your pussy is easily accessible to me for whatever I have in
    mind -- I'd say that when standing there should be 3 feet between each foot,
    and when kneeling, 2 feet between your knees.  And, by the way, keep your head
    up and look straight ahead with your eyes open.  I wouldn't want you to miss
    anything.  Got it?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara said as she quickly put her hands behind
    her head and moved her feet apart. God, she felt humiliated.  How would she
    ever survive this ordeal.  She trembled as she imagined what those 1200
    pictures would be like.   She wondered how many different things could she be
    photographed doing to fill up that book.  She looked straight ahead, as
    directed, and focused on the painting on the wall behind the sofa. Since John
    had moved the table, she was some distance from Cheryl now, but she still could
    not see her out the bottom of her eyes.  She heard her doing something but
    dared not move her eyes downward to look for fear of accruing another
    punishment.  The thought of the punishment came to mind and she trembled once
    again as she remembered her oath which said that punishment may be painful.
    Once more, tears began filling her eyes.

          John returned carrying the sheet and pillow and stopped dead in his
    tracks when he entered the living room and saw Barbara standing there in that
    position. His dick twitched again and he thought for sure he would have an
    orgasm right in his pants if this continued much longer.  Cheryl noticed him
    standing there and told him to spread the sheet on the table and to place the
    pillow in the center of the table so it would raise "Barbara's pretty little
    butt" up enough to make "everything" visible to the camera lens.  He glanced at
    Barbara and saw her face turn crimson and the tears rolling down her cheeks.
    His dick twitched once more and he ran to accomplish his task.

          Cheryl, refilled the wine glasses again, picked up the camera, stood up
    and moved out of John's way as he covered the table.  She walked around Barbara
    and stopped behind her to admire her ass again.  She continued around until she
    was just inches away from Barbara's face.  She lifted her hand to Barbara's
    breast and gently cupped it, marveling at how firm it was.  She had not
    expected Barbara to be in such great shape and she certainly did not expect
    herself to be as excited as she was.  She had not worn panties that night and
    could feel her juices trickling out of her pussy and soaking her thighs.  As
    her eyes glanced over to see how John was doing she noticed his hard-on had
    gotten bigger and seemed to be ready to bust out of his pants.  She thought
    about how good this night was going to be and how great future nights were
    going to be.  Gradually, she thought, she' have Barbara groveling to lick her
    ass while John fucked her.  She was on the brink of orgasm when she caught
    herself and focused her attention back to Barbara.

          Cheryl positioned Barbara towards the center of the room and took a
    couple of pictures of her standing in that embarrassing position.  Barbara
    fought back the urge to close her eyes and kept staring at the painting as
    Cheryl moved around her and snapped some more shots from the rear, then the
    side.  She was aware of John's presence and wanted desperately to look into his
    eyes thinking that doing so would transport her to another place.  Her peace
    was shattered and her fears heightened when Cheryl spoke.

          "Barbara, I want a picture of you with your nipples hard.  Play with
    nipples until they're hard.  Do you remember telling me how much you enjoyed
    having your breasts played with?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara's voice was really beginning to crack
    now.  Slowly, she moved her hands from behind her head to her breasts and began
    massaging her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.  She blinked when the
    flash went off again, and again.  She willed her body to make her nipples hard
    so she could stop this in front of John.  Where was he, anyway?  She longed to
    look around for him but settled for fantasizing that it was his hands playing
    with nipples and soon realized that they were indeed getting harder.

          "That didn't take long, did it slave?"

          "No, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara heard Cheryl's question and heard herself
    reply, but she continued with her fantasy and playing with her nipples.

          John had poured another glass of wine for himself and had sat down on a
    chair while Cheryl busied herself taking pictures.  He never dreamed he would
    ever desire his wife as much as he did this very minute.  He was on the verge
    of exploding and knew he had to do something pretty soon.  As Cheryl got
    between him and Barbara, He noticed he could see up her dress and he was not
    surprised to see she wasn't wearing panties.  Her ass looked perfect and the
    wetness he noticed on the inside of her thighs made him want her as much as he
    wanted Barbara.

          "Let's not get too carried away, Barbara." Cheryl's voice broke the
    silence and seemed to awaken the entire room from a misty dream.  "Put your
    hands behind your head again while I get some shots of your pretty little
    titties. "  Click.  Click. Pop. Pop.  "There. That should take care of the "R"
    rated stuff.  Lay down on the table, on your back, hands behind your head, legs
    straddling the table, feet flat on the floor."

          Barbara moved quickly to the table.  Anything would be better than
    standing there like that, she thought. Once in position, she realized how wrong
    she was.  The air hitting the inside of thighs and flowing across her vagina
    then down over her anus when Cheryl adjusted the pillow under her, made her
    feel more humiliated and vulnerable than ever.  While her eyes remained wide
    open, she barely noticed Cheryl moving around over her and the camera flashing.
    She did, however, feel the heat of the flash on her pussy and knew that some of
    these pictures were going to be close-ups.  Her thoughts kept drifting back to
    John somewhere in the room watching her being subjected to this and she
    wondered whether he was embarrassed for her or whether he was angry at Cheryl
    for doing this, or perhaps, was he getting excited watching her going through
    these motions.  The possibility of John getting excited made it a little easier
    on her.  She didn't attempt to understand how, or why, he would get excited at
    her dilemma but she thought at least she was doing something good for him. That
    thought made it possible for her to reach down between her legs and spread her
    vagina wide open when Cheryl ordered her to. It allowed her to answer "Yes,
    Mistress Cheryl." when she was admonished to do so before carrying out each
    order Cheryl barked out.

          "Why, Barbara, I believe you're finally getting a little wet down there."
    Cheryl's observation made Barbara blush even more.  "Now I want you to put your
    feet in the air, spread as far as you can, so I can get some shots of your
    pussy AND ass hole."

          Cheryl's coarse language increased Barbara's embarrassment.  Cheryl
    always used such language when they talked to one another, but this was
    different.  John was present and Cheryl was talking about her pussy and
    asshole.  Nonetheless, she carried out the order and raised her legs up and
    spread open and replied "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  She winced in pain as Cheryl
    grabbed her ankles and spread her legs even wider.  She assured Cheryl that she
    would try to keep them there, but knew she couldn't do that for any length of
    time.  It helped relieve the strain when she put her arms around her legs and
    spread her cheeks as Cheryl had ordered so that she could get a better shot of
    her puckered ass.

          "This just won't do, Barbara.  You're not holding your legs far enough
    apart.  John, would you mind giving your wife a hand?  Stand at her head and
    grab her ankles so that you can spread her legs wide open for me."

          John jumped to his feet and darted to his appointed position.  He grabbed
    Barbara's ankles and forced her legs as far apart as he thought she could bear.
    Momentarily his eyes crossed Barbara's and he was both ashamed for helping with
    her degradation and excited with the participation at the same time.

          My, my.  Look at you, John.  You're hornier than a male dog in a kennel
    full of bitches in heat."  Cheryl laughed at John's predicament.  "Maybe we can
    do something about that.  Barbara, I'd like you to help John get some relief so
    that he may be of better use to me. You will suck him off while he and I are
    busy posing you for your album, won't you?"

          No, no.  Barbara wanted to scream out.  Not here under these lights. Not
    with you watching and snapping pictures.  This is something sacred.  This is
    between him and I.  This is something we share alone, in our bed, in darkness.
    Everything inside her told her to stop this charade, kick Cheryl out of the
    house and rid herself of this nightmare.  She was shocked to hear her voice say
    "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  She was still in shock when she felt  John's hands
    around her ankles again and saw his rock hard cock dangling there just inches
    above her face. She didn't know why she parted her lips and allow him to enter
    her mouth.  She had never done this in this position before.  Her head rocked
    back, and she felt his cock sliding down the back of her throat as he rocked
    his hips back and forth as if he were fucking her face.  She had never been
    able to take him so deep before.  She became oblivious to her surroundings and
    began bobbing her head in time with his hips.

          Cheryl was beside herself.  John was as big as she fantasized him to be.
    As she watched Barbara take his huge cock all the way into her mouth, she knew
    she had found the perfect couple.  The sight of the pair made her stop taking
    pictures and watch for a while.  After a short pause she went back to work
    taking close-ups of Barbara spreading her pussy lips, then spreading her ass,
    then of Barbara sucking John's cock.  She had never before been able to change
    the film as quickly as she did when she ran out in the middle of all this.  She
    definitely wanted to get a picture of him coming and shouted at him to pull out
    of Barbara's mouth just before he came and to come over her tits. He never
    answered but she was too busy taking pictures to hear him if he had. Finally,
    she saw him pull his cock out of her mouth and she aimed the camera just in
    time to get some shots of his come covering her tits and open mouth. She
    thought he'd never stop coming.  It was everywhere, as if it wasn't a cock but
    a rubber bag filled with semen. Eventually, he did stop coming and began losing
    his erection.  She saw the cock slowly throb and it reminded her of the way a
    track star slowly came to rest after a race.  Not just stop when it was over,
    but gradually slow the pace down until finally collapsing into a heap. She
    looked at Barbara lying there.  Her eyes were closed and her head tilted as far
    back as possible, but she still had her fingers spreading her ass wide open -
    just as Cheryl had ordered.

          The sound of Cheryl's voice hit Barbara in the head like a hammer.  She
    had drifted off into space and now was crashing back to Earth.  When she
    jumped, she almost pulled her legs out of John's hands and she let go of her
    cheeks for a brief instant, but quickly recovered and spread them open again.
    She opened her eyes and stared straight up at John's cock, which was still
    forming droplets which, in turn, dripped onto face.  His balls were no more
    than 10 inches above her forehead and swung gently in the air.  She had not
    heard what Cheryl had said and wasn't sure whether she ask her to repeat it or
    maybe just ignore her in the hopes that she was not talking to her, but just
    making a comment.

          "Let's see now -- closing your eyes, failure to answer me -- your
    punishment is beginning to build up.  I can't say as I blame you though after
    that.  I had no idea you were such a good cocksucker, Barbara.  We're just
    gonna have to videotape your technique sometime so we'll have a reference for
    novices.  Now! Answer me!. Did you enjoy sucking John's cock?"

          Barbara's felt her face redden again.  She had enjoyed it, but loathed
    Cheryl's presence and the way it came about -- that had ruined the whole thing.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl" she stammered.

          "Good.  Let's see just how much you enjoyed it. Let go of your ass and
    spread that pussy wide -- and I mean wide -- so we can see just how wet you
    are." Cheryl picked up the camera again and leaned forward.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara quickly let go of her ass and brought
    her hands around between her legs, spreading her vagina as far open as she
    could "so all the world could see" she said to herself sarcastically.  She felt
    something entering her ever so slowly and realized it was Cheryl's finger.
    Cheryl's finger went all the way and in and then moved around a bit before it
    began to withdraw.

          Cheryl looked at her finger, wet with Barbara's juices, and looked back
    at Barbara's face.  "Well, you are wet -- aren't you?  Look what you've done to
    my finger.  Now I want you to use your tongue to clean it off."

          Barbara saw Cheryl's finger and felt it's tip at her lips.  She began to
    get sick from the thought of licking it and didn't do anything but stare at it.

          "Would you rather we start our punishment now." Cheryl said.  "It won't
    be easy for this offense.  If you know what's good for you you'll get that
    tongue working on this finger right this minute!"

          Barbara took a deep breath and held it as she opened her mouth and
    allowed her tongue to start licking Cheryl's finger.  While she was licking she
    kept looking up at John's balls, imagining that she was licking his cock
    instead.  The taste did not repulse her but the knowledge of what she was
    licking, and where it had been, did.  She wondered what the expression on
    Cheryl's face was.  Was she somber, smiling, ecstatic or just plain gloating.
    She wanted to glance down but felt too ashamed to look her tormentor in the
    eyes.

          John felt himself starting to get hard again.  He wasn't sure whether it
    was due to the sight of his wife licking her own pussy juice off of Cheryl's
    finger or to Cheryl's hand brushing up against it as she moved her finger
    around Barbara's tongue.  He did know that, whatever the reason, it was getting
    hard again.  He tried to remember the last time he had gotten a hard on so soon
    after orgasm and couldn't remember if he ever had gotten another one on so
    quickly.  He didn't want it to get hard again for fear it would go badly for
    Barbara.  He tried to think of other things like fishing and boating in the
    hopes it would occupy his mind, but he couldn't take his eyes of Barbara's
    tongue.

          Cheryl finally withdrew her finger, studied it momentarily and pronounced
    the job was well done.  She looked down at Barbara's pussy, still being held
    wide open and took 2 more pictures.  She now had several pictures spread out on
    the sofa beside her and she scanned them all.

          "I do believe these pictures have captured the redness of your face
    nicely, Barbara.  They also show the pink of your pussy and asshole perfectly.
    I'm sure my friends will love these."  Cheryl chuckled as she saw Barbara's
    eyes widen when she mentioned her friends. "Yes I'm sure they will.  But enough
    about them for now. Save for a few mistakes, which we'll address later, you've
    been very good tonight, Barbara.  I am sure John would agree with that.  As a
    reward, I'm going to allow you to have an orgasm."

          Barbara almost died when Cheryl instructed her to masturbate herself to
    climax.  She had never done this in front of anyone, not even John.  She paused
    a moment then, recalling her agreement, slowly loosened the grip on her pussy
    lips and began rubbing her slit softly.  She began wondering how she was going
    to fake orgasm and how long she should wait until she did but Cheryl was
    relentless with the orders.  First it was "get your finger in there" then
    "another one" then "still another" until she had inserted all four fingers and
    was working them in and out as fast as she could.  She saw John's balls and
    dick move to one side and Cheryl's face come into view.  She was holding what
    appeared at first to be a plastic flashlight but then Barbara realized it was
    one of those vibrators she had seen in some of John's catalogs that came in the
    mail occasionally.  It was white, about 8 inches long and an inch in diameter
    with a rounded top.  The bottom had a knurled dialed which she assumed was a
    switch.  Cheryl laid the tip of the vibrator on Barbara's lips and told her to
    "open."  As Barbara slowly parted her lips, Cheryl began inserting the vibrator
    into her mouth.  Barbara had to fight her gag reflex as Cheryl worked it in and
    out, each time going in a little further until her fingers pushed against her
    lips.  Cheryl kept telling her to keep her hands working and Barbara would
    increase the pace each time.  Finally, Cheryl withdrew the vibrator and sat
    back down.

          "I believe you need a little help reaching an orgasm, Barbara.  Well, I'm
    holding it right here." Cheryl stopped to watch Barbara's reaction for a moment
    then continued.  "If I were you, I'd take my hand out of my pussy and rub some
    of that juice around my asshole to lubricate it because that's where this is
    going next."

          Barbara couldn't believe her ears.  Not in my ass, she thought, I've
    never had anything stuck in there except John's fingertip occasionally when we
    made love. Still, she took her hand out of her pussy and began to spread as
    much lubricant as she could around her small, puckered anus.  She gritted her
    teeth and waited for the pain, which she knew would come when Cheryl started to
    push that thing up there.  She sighed in despair when Cheryl told her to put
    her hand back into her pussy and get back to work there and with her other hand
    she was to work the vibrator into her ass herself.  As she put her one hand
    back into her vagina and took the base of the vibrator, which Cheryl had
    clicked onto it's highest setting, she felt Cheryl's hands spreading her ass
    cheeks apart. She could only imagine what she looked like.  Here she was nude
    lying on a coffee table, covered with come, legs held high in the air and wide
    apart by John, whose dick and balls were just inches from her face, with one
    hand in her pussy and the other working a dildo in and out of ass, the cheeks
    of which were spread wide apart by another woman.  She began to sob.  Soon she
    felt Cheryl's hands let go of her ass and then heard the click and saw the
    flash of the camera again.  Her sobs turned to silent crying and tears streamed
    down her face.

          "Enough."  Cheryl was getting disgusted.  "I can't believe you haven't
    come yet.  My God, I'm only watching and I'm about ready climax.  I'm sure
    before the month is out you'll learn to have the "big O" in front of other
    people.  But enough for now.  push the vibrator all the way into your ass and
    stand up.  Be careful that vibrator doesn't come out.  Hold it in with you hand
    if you have to.  John, why don't you move the table aside, against the wall,
    and come have a seat next to me here on the sofa."

          Barbara didn't have to be told twice.  She winced with the pain as she
    pushed the vibrator deep into her ass and held it there when she stood,
    remembering to put her free hand behind her head.  She looked at John moving
    the coffee table and almost laughed at how ridiculous he looked -- nude from
    the waist down with cock standing straight out as if pointing the way to
    follow. The humor disappeared, however, when she saw him sit down and press
    against Cheryl.

          John held up his glass as Cheryl refilled it then hers.  He noticed that
    there was only about 2 glasses of wine left in the bottle and was surprised
    that neither he nor Cheryl were drunk.  He glanced down at his hard-on and
    wondered if he should try to cover it up.  He thought Cheryl must have read his
    mind when she laughed and told him not to worry because his condition would be
    taken care of very shortly.  When she told him that, he watched it twitch 2 or
    3 times in rapid succession.  "Damn, I'm horny!" he thought as he looked at
    Barbara standing in the center of the room.  His cock twitched some more and
    the look in Barbara's eyes told him she had noticed.  As a matter of fact, it
    seemed her eyes were fixed on his crotch.

          Cheryl looked directly at Barbara for several minutes as she sipped her
    wine.

          "Is my little come-covered slave ready for her punishment?"  she said as
    her eyes moved over Barbara's body.

          "Mistress Cheryl,"  Barbara's tone was pleading, almost begging, "please.
    This is the first time I've ever done anything like this.  I've done everything
    you told me to and just forgot some formalities.  Please forgive me this time
    and I promise to be better next time."

          "Well, there you go again.  Now you've forgotten to ask permission to
    speak before doing so.  But I agree you have behaved well except for some
    mental lapses.  I'll tell you what I'll do.  I'll let you off this time, BUT,
    you must demonstrate your acceptance of me as your mistress and your
    willingness to do ANYTHING I ask of you.  If you do that, I'll forego any
    whipping or other painful punishment THIS TIME ONLY.  Do you agree?" Cheryl was
    grinning ear-to-ear when she finished.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  Thank you, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara threw in
    the thank you hoping this would help show Cheryl her acceptance of her status
    as slave and perhaps persuade her to go easy on her.

          "Very well then.  Get down on you stomach and crawl like a snake over to
    me.  Mind you, don't let that vibrator come out of your ass!"  Cheryl was in
    her glory as she saw Barbara get down on the carpet and wiggle over to her. She
    had to give her credit for holding that vibrator in and she wondered if she
    were getting rug burns on her stomach.  Maybe I should have her roll over for a
    moment to check.

          "Barbara, while I'm telling you what I want you to do I want you to look
    directly at me, and I want to see that dildo move.  Pull it all the way out
    then all the way back in -- and keep doing it!"  Cheryl paused and watched as
    Barbara did as she was told.  Each time the vibrator started back into rectum,
    Barbara would wince in pain.  Cheryl watched Barbara's eyes almost bulge out of
    her head when she reached down and unbuttoned her dress and let it fall apart,
    exposing herself completely.  "Now Barbara when I tell you to begin, I want you
    to start licking my feet.  Lick each one completely and be sure to get between
    my toes like a good little slave.  When you're done with the feet, you can
    start on the legs and we'll see what comes next.  Are you ready?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara didn't know if she could do this.  She
    told herself it was only flesh.  She could do it.  She thought she knew what
    came next and she was sure she couldn't do that.  The thought of licking
    another women's vagina thoroughly disgusted her. Nonetheless, she started
    licking Cheryl's foot and kept the damn dildo going in and out of her ass.  As
    her tongue finished working between the toes of Cheryl's right foot and started
    working on the left, Barbara noticed Cheryl shift her body.  She glanced upward
    and saw that Cheryl had spread her legs wide open exposing her soaking vagina.
    Soon Barbara began hearing low moans that she knew had to come from John.  When
    she looked up, she saw Cheryl leaning over John's lap with his cock in her
    mouth.  The sight mesmerized her.  She continued licking but couldn't take her
    eyes off the sight of John getting a blow-job from her once good friend. Unlike
    herself, Cheryl seemed to have no trouble taking all of John's cock down her
    throat.  John was sitting upright with his head thrown back and eyes closed,
    moving his hips slightly in time with Cheryl's head, upon which he had rested
    his hand.  In order to get a better sight of the proceedings, and without
    realizing it, Barbara had begun working her way up Cheryl's right leg and was
    now hungrily licking around her knee.  For the first time that night, Barbara
    began to get aroused.  She noticed she had started to move the vibrator in and
    out of her ass at the same pace as Cheryl was moving her head on John's cock.
    At that moment, Barbara wanted to take the vibrator out of her rear and put it
    in her pussy, but was afraid Cheryl would notice and punish her for it.

          Cheryl moved her hand and placed it on top of Barbara's head.  Barbara
    was so lost in the sights and in her own excitement, she didn't notice Cheryl's
    hand.  She just kept licking and looking.  The smell of Cheryl's pussy juices
    seemed to have an aphrodisiac like effect on her and she was soon moving the
    vibrator in and out at a much faster pace.  Her tongue, too, was working faster
    and soon she began to feel Cheryl's pussy hairs on the end of it.  She was
    beginning to lose all control of herself.  As John's moans became louder and
    more urgent, Barbara' s desires were also becoming greater and she knew from
    the pressure of Cheryl's hand on her head, and the way her pelvis started
    working to meet her tongue that Cheryl was ready to come at any moment.
    Barbara's head was swimming.  The sight in front of her, the smell of Cheryl's
    womanhood and the sound of John's moaning had all combined to obscure reality.
    She thought of nothing but her immediate need.  She had to come.  At the moment
    she heard John's loud grunt that signified he had an orgasm, Barbara stuck her
    tongue into Cheryl's cunt as far as she could and worked it in and out and
    around furiously.  The vibrator in her rear began moving as fast as her hand
    could move.  Within moments Cheryl's pussy was pouring liquid.  Barbara didn't
    know whether it was all Cheryl's juices or a mixture of Cheryl's juices and her
    saliva.  She didn't care.  She was coming now.  She could feel it building, and
    building and building until... AAAGH!

          "Oh God, that was GREAT!"  Cheryl exhaled. "Barbara I can't make up my
    mind whether you're a better cocksucker or cuntlicker.  You have a talented
    tongue, that's for sure."

          Barbara had come back down to Earth when she heard Cheryl's voice.  She
    was more embarrassed now than ever, but also more relieved.  She still was
    kneeling between Cheryl's legs and was resting her lips on Cheryl's cunt. She
    began to move her head back when the pressure of Cheryl's hand stopped her.

          "As a finale for tonight, and to show your complete surrender to me,
    Barbara, I want you to give me the "kiss of respect."  I want to feel your lips
    on my ass and your tongue in my asshole.  Do it well and we're through for
    tonight."

          "This is terrible."  Barbara thought, "Now I've got to kiss and lick her
    ass, too?  It's the most disgusting thing I've ever had to do."  She realized,
    though, that if she did this one last thing real well, she would be done for
    tonight.  That was the best news she heard in months.  She began to lick around
    Cheryl's asshole and starting to force her tongue in the tight crevice. Cheryl
    helped her by reaching around and spreading her cheeks apart. She worked her
    tongue as though her life depended on it -- indeed, in her mind, it did.  She
    wondered what John was doing at the moment.  Was he watching her lick another
    woman's ass?  Shame was the word to describe Barbara's night and she was
    beginning to numb to it.  She wondered now what effect all this would have on
    her marriage.  Cheryl released her grip on her cheeks and sat up.

          "Very good, my little slut.  You may now stand up before me -- watch that
    dildo doesn't fall."  Cheryl watched Barbara leap to her feet, still holding
    the vibrator deep in her ass.  The length of time in use and the "tight
    surroundings"  had worked the batteries to the point that the vibrator was
    barely humming.  "Turn around and bend over and I'll take that thing out of
    your ass." she said and as Barbara turned and bent Cheryl was beside herself
    with joy.  She had Barbara completely.  She bent forward and clicked the
    vibrator off.  Then, before pulling it out, she twisted it around 2 or 3
    rotations. Finally she began to withdraw it -- very, very slowly. When it was
    completely out, she studied it for a moment then gave Barbara one final
    command.  "Take this vibrator and wash it off for me.  Do it quickly."  As
    Barbara scurried out of the room, vibrator in hand, Cheryl turned to look at
    John.

          "Well, John.  What do you think now?  It seems to me that we all had a
    good time tonight.  I mean your wife had one helluva orgasm.  I think she might
    get to like this sort of thing, huh?"

          "Maybe you're right, but you were sure hard on her, Cheryl.  I couldn't
    help but feel sorry for her at times."

          "Bullshit, John!  You were having the best experience of your life. I've
    never seen so much come from one man in my life.  Admit it.  You were
    excited.!"

          "Yeah,"  John was about to tell Cheryl that he didn't recall ever having
    such an orgasm in his life when Barbara walked back into the room.  He looked
    into her eyes and noticed she was looking into his.  Without saying a word, she
    walked back to where Cheryl was sitting and offered her the vibrator.

          Cheryl stood up, buttoned her dress and grabbed the vibrator out of
    Barbara's hand as she sat back down.  She gathered the pictures, camera and
    tape recorder and stuffed them back into her tote bag.  When she was through
    getting everything together, she looked at Barbara.

          "You've done very well tonight, Barbara, considering this has been your
    first time at this sort of thing.  Now, Friday evening I'm having some of the
    girls over for some drinks and entertainment.  That means that I could use a
    maid to serve us and also some entertainment.  I think you'll fill the bill on
    both accounts.  Be at my apartment promptly at 6.  Please wear JUST a plain
    cotton house dress.  You know, the ones that button down the front.  You may
    wear a pair of slippers too, if you like."  After Barbara murmured her
    acceptance, Cheryl turned to John.  "John, I'd like you to come also.  You'll
    be the only guy there, but I'm sure you'd like to see what we have in store.
    Besides, you know I'll find a way to take care of you."

          "Yeah, sure, Cheryl.  I'll drive Barbara and stay around."  John replied
    as Cheryl stood up to leave.  He walked her to the back door and watched her
    walk across the lawn to her mother's house.  When she was safely inside, he
    shut off the light and walked into the kitchen.  He heard water running and
    guessed Barbara was taking a shower.  He had a lot of questions to ask himself
    about this night.  What did it all mean when he was getting so horny at the
    sight of his wife being bossed around and forced to submit to these wild sex
    acts by her friend?  He didn't know, and right now he was to damn tired to
    think about it anymore.  He walked into the bedroom, uncovered the bed and
    climbed in to wait for Barbara.

          Barbara tried to put her thoughts together under the relaxing streams of
    hot water from the shower.  She had never been so humbled or so defiled in her
    life. Neither had she had an orgasm like that before.  Her ass and pussy were
    sore from the abuse they had taken earlier and hurt when she scrubbed them with
    the washcloth.  She had already gargled with mouthwash several times before she
    jumped into the shower but, in her mind, she could still taste Cheryl's pussy
    juice and flesh.  She was disgusted, but at the same time, she couldn't stop
    from getting excited when she thought back on some of the events that took
    place that night.  She wondered what would happen on Friday.  The thought of
    having to go through the same thing again was bad enough. To have to do it in
    front of complete strangers -- women at that -- was almost unthinkable to her.
    She resented the fact that Cheryl had oral sex with her husband, but admitted
    that the sight of them drove her wild.  She had no more thoughts of the car
    accident which brought this all about, only thoughts of naked flesh, vibrators
    and orgasm.  She finished the shower, dried herself off and walked into the
    bedroom.  She said not a word to John, lying there with his eyes wide open, got
    into bed, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

                              PART TWO:  The "Entertainer"

          The ride to Cheryl's apartment seemed to take much longer than normal.
    The usual 45 minute trip had seemed, to Barbara, to take days.  She and John
    had not really discussed the events of their last evening with Cheryl and
    Barbara still felt knots in her stomach when she wondered what thoughts he had
    about it.  She couldn't blame him for losing respect for her.  This strong
    woman he married was now reduced to crawling on the floor and licking another
    woman's feet -- and worse!  During the ride she wondered what was in store for
    her this evening. She couldn't imagine being told to do anything she hadn't
    already done the other night.  What more could there possibly be.  No, her
    concern was not for what she would be asked to do (although she dreaded having
    to do all that again), but who would be  observing and what would they think.
    Barbara did not know any of Cheryl's friends and wondered what they were like.
    Were they good looking, fat, skinny, gorgeous, or plain.  Were they interesting
    and fun to be with, or were they complete bores.  More importantly, what would
    be their reaction to seeing her doing all those things Cheryl obviously had in
    mind for her tonight.  Perhaps, they would be just as disgusted with it as she
    was.  She tried not to think about it.  She tried telling herself that this was
    not really her doing these things.  This was just her body carrying out the
    orders of a foreign brain.  She rationalized that this was a case of her
    surviving.  As she rode alongside John, she could feel her nakedness under the
    cotton dress and noticed how the dress wrinkled.  She also felt a dampness
    between her thighs and realized that thinking about the upcoming events was
    beginning to excite her.  She hoped the dampness wouldn't spot the dress and
    make her condition obvious to everyone there.

          The car finally came to a stop in an empty parking spot directly in front
    of Cheryl's door.  Barbara and John got out of the car and walked up to the
    door.  John stepped up and rung the bell.  Barbara stood on the next step down,
    directly behind John and wished  this were not happening.  Maybe, she thought,
    no one will answer the door and we can get back in the car and go home.  Her
    hopes all crashed when she saw the door open and Cheryl standing there with a
    big smile.

          "Well, John and Barbara.  You're right on time come in."  Cheryl moved
    aside and motioned for the couple to come in.  When they walked past her into
    the living room, Cheryl closed the door and went over and stood beside them.
    "Everybody, I'd like to introduce you to John and his wife Barbara.  As I said,
    Barbara is our special guest tonight.  John, Why don't you have a seat in the
    recliner over there.  I'll introduce everyone to you two a little later."

          As John walked across the room to assume his seat, Barbara looked around.
    The apartment was typical of modern garden apartments.  The rather small living
    room opened on one end to the dining area which, in turn, was right off the
    kitchen.  Down a short hall was the bath and bedroom.  The living room was
    brightly lit and the white walls seemed to cast a theatre stage effect into the
    center.  Large, floor length drapes covered the picture window which gave a
    view of the parking lot. Barbara noticed that Cheryl had rearranged the
    furniture for this evening.  The long, low cocktail table had been moved to the
    center of the room, away from the sofa. Along the wall opposite the sofa were 3
    snack trays. They were set up and each was covered with a towel. Barbara could
    tell there was something under the towels and wondered why Cheryl would cover
    them so crudely. Sitting on the sofa were Cheryl's three friends.  The one on
    the left was in her early twenties, very petite, around 5 foot even, weighing
    only about 100 pounds Barbara guessed.  She had long, black hair and a well
    tanned face and arms.  Though small, she was nicely built.  On her left sat,
    what appeared to be, the oldest of the trio.  Barbara guessed her age to be
    closer to hers -- 28.  She was also the biggest of the trio, standing around 5'
    8" and 140 pounds.  Her short brown hair framed her rather round face. On her
    lap was an opened photo album which all three girls had obviously be looking
    at.  Barbara's face turned bright red when she realized they were looking at
    the pictures Cheryl had taken of her the other night.  The last  girl sat on
    the other end of the sofa, closest to John.  She was also around 23-24 years
    old and had blonde hair.  She stood about 5' 5", 120 pounds and had large
    breasts.  Barbara tried to avoid their eyes but could feel them staring at her
    standing there.

          Cheryl waited for John to sit down and then put her arm around Barbara's
    shoulders as she addressed her friends again.  "Barbara was my neighbor before
    I got married and moved here.  She has agreed to serve us and to provide the
    entertainment for the night.  Haven't you, Barbara?"

          Barbara felt a frog in her throat as she answered. "Yes, Mistress
    Cheryl."  Her heart was racing and she feared she wouldn't be able to go
    through with this tonight.

          "Very good.  Well, then why don't you see what everyone wants to drink
    and get it for them.  You know where everything is.  Before you do though, why
    don't you take off your dress and let my guests see what they're in for
    tonight."  Cheryl looked at her guests and smiled. They all smiled back, but
    looked at Barbara, not Cheryl, as they did so.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl"  Barbara answered.  She then slowly unbuttoned her
    dress, bending over to get the bottom buttons.  When she had finished, she
    removed the dress and held it in front of her with a quizzical look in her
    eyes.  She felt like she was a slave at auction waiting for the bidding to
    begin.  Her nakedness in front of strangers made her blush deeply.

          Cheryl grabbed the dress out of Barbara's hand and tossed it into the far
    corner near the door.  "You won't be needing this for while.  Assume your
    position, Barbara."

          At first Barbara didn't understand what Cheryl meant, but then remembered
    and placed her hands behind her head as she spread her legs apart.  She felt
    Cheryl's hands on her sides twisting her around.  She turned slowly until
    Cheryl stopped her.  She stood there with her back to the crowd while Cheryl
    told them how nice she thought her ass was as she pinched and mauled her
    cheeks. Barbara thought she would die.  Finally Cheryl told her to take
    everyone's order and get cracking.  She walked over to the sofa and asked each
    what they would like. They giggled and made crude jokes about her but all
    wanted just a Coke.  She did the same to John and he just replied "Beer."  She
    went into the kitchen and made the drinks, put them on a tray and carried it
    back into the living room.  As she passed through the dining area, she noticed
    the table was covered with a pure white sheet over a plastic tablecloth with a
    pillow in the center. After she served each one their drink, she brought the
    tray back into the kitchen and laid it on the counter before returning to the
    living room.  She assumed her previous position in the center of the room and
    waited.

          Cheryl walked to the center of the room and stood next to Barbara with
    her hand on Barbara's elbow.  "Let me introduce you to my friends, Barbara.
    They all live here in the complex and we get together most mornings for coffee.
    To your left is Lynn.  Lynn is in the same boat as I am.  Her husband is
    required to travel quite extensively leaving her home alone for long periods.
    In the middle is Beth.  Beth is single and is a nurse in the surgical
    department of All Soul's Hospital here in town. She works afternoons, Sunday
    through Thursday.  Lastly, Pam on the right shares the same fate as Lynn and I,
    except she works, part-time weekends, at the mall.  We've discussed how to
    organize this evening and came up with the following rules.   Rather than have
    everyone asking you to do this and that all at once, we agreed that each would
    have her turn with you.  You will address them as Mistress, just as you do I,
    and will do whatever they tell you to do.  Failure to obey or follow any of the
    procedures we've agreed to the other night will result in punishment.  We are
    going to save any punishments until the end of the evening, when we will decide
    how severe they should be.  After each of your mistresses is through with you,
    you are to thank them and show them your respect.  Do you understand?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara answered affirmatively but didn't quite
    understand that last remark about showing them her respect.  Surely Cheryl
    didn't expect her to kiss all their asses.

          "Very well, then.  Since Beth is a nurse and knows the ropes, we thought
    it best if she went first and sort of prepped you. "  Cheryl held her free hand
    out to Beth, who got up, walked over and stood on Barbara's opposite side.

          "Hi, Barbara."  Beth looked at Barbara and smiled. "Since many of the
    girls ask questions regarding this procedure or that procedure at the hospital,
    I'm going to use you as my "dummy" so the speak.  We're gonna get you prepped,
    cleaned in and out, and demonstrate some medical procedures on you.  Don't be
    afraid.  I've done each of these things many, many times and they are not
    harmful.  You may feel some discomfort, that is all.  So let's move over to the
    table and get started, shall we? Cheryl would you get my tray, the one in the
    middle for me please?"

            Beth guided Barbara over to the kitchen table as Cheryl followed
    carrying one of the covered snack trays. When they reached the table, Beth
    pulled out a chair and indicated to Barbara that she get up on the table and
    lie on her back, hands behind her head.  Barbara did what she was told.  The
    bright light of the hanging lamp over the center of the table made her squint
    her eyes, but she dared not shut them.  Out of the corner of her eye she
    noticed Beth removing the towel from the tray and grabbing something.  Barbara
    desperately wanted to turn her head to see what was on the tray but feared that
    if she did so she would be punished.  She was very frightened about these
    "procedures" and made up her mind that she would quit if she thought anything
    might permanently hurt her.  Beth's face appeared in front of Barbara's and
    shielded her eyes from the light.  For the first time Barbara noticed that the
    rest of the guests had gathered around the table and were looking at them like
    they would look at one of those salesmen at flea markets who demonstrate this
    "super-duper veg-o-matic." John stood against the wall directly in front of her
    feet.  She then noticed the video camera set up on a tripod to his left.  While
    Barbara stared at the camera, Cheryl reached over and pushed the record button.

          "To begin with, Barbara, I'm going to show everyone how we prep the pubic
    area for surgery.  In other words, I'm going to shave your cookie squeaky
    clean."  Beth left her side momentarily and returned carrying a steaming bowl
    of water.  She dipped a washcloth into the water, gingerly wrung it out and
    dropped it flat on Barbara's vulva.  Barbara jolted when the hot rag hit her in
    her most tender spot.  She moved her hips around trying to move the rag from
    the burning area.  Beth told her to keep still and roughly moved the rag over
    Barbara's pubic area with her fingertips.  As her hands went between Barbara's
    legs, Beth told her to spread wide and put her feet flat on the table top at
    each side.  Barbara complied.  Barbara felt the hot rag with Beth's fingertips
    part her vagina slightly and sensed that Beth was concentrating a bit too much
    on her clitoris.  The rag moved from her vagina to her anus and the pressure
    increased.  Beth's fingers were stuffing the rag, ever so slightly into
    Barbara's ass.  Suddenly the rag was removed and Barbara felt the razor being
    dragged across her lower belly.  It worked it's way very quickly across her
    stomach, then down a little lower, across again, down a little lower, across
    again until it was at the vagina. Beth's free hand held the skin taut as the
    razor did its job.  As she would pull the skin tight, Barbara felt her vagina
    being opened slightly.  From the vagina the razor worked it's way to Barbara's
    anus.  Barbara tensed and felt Beth again pulling her skin tight and her
    puckered anus being opened ever so slightly with each tug.  When she had
    finished, Beth dropped the razor into the bowl and grabbed the rag again.  It
    had cooled enough to hold comfortably and didn't hurt Barbara when it began
    wiping her newly shaved areas clean.  Beth withdrew the rag and leaned back to
    observe her handiwork.  She smiled her approval as the others looked, then
    smiled in return, each saying how different and clean it looked.

          John leaned back against the wall.  The sight of his pretty wife being
    shaved in front of strangers, and her hairless pussy, had made his cock grow
    with excitement.  He crossed his legs at the ankles in hopes of hiding his
    hard-on from the crowd.  His eyes glanced to the side where Cheryl was looking
    through the view finder of the video camera.  He could tell from her smile and
    glazed eyes that she was on her way to becoming as aroused as he was.  As he
    looked back at the table where Barbara was lying, he noticed that the other two
    girls, Lynn and Pam, seemed to be equally excited.  He imagined that this
    evening was going to end in one helluva orgy. He hoped he would play a more
    active part in it than he was now.

          Barbara rolled over on her stomach and hung each foot off the sides of
    table like Beth told her to do. She rested her head on its side against her
    clasped hands.  Beth's faced appeared in front of her's again and held up
    something for her to see.

          "This is an enema nozzle.  You are now going to start getting cleaned on
    the inside.  From now on whenever I show you an instrument, I want you to kiss
    it and take it into your mouth while I explain the procedure to everyone.
    Understand?"  The slight tremor in Beth's voice was exposing her state of
    excitement to all present.  Her breathing became shorter and her words more to
    the point.  Her face was also becoming flushed.

          "Yes, Mistress Beth."  Barbara kissed the end of the nozzle and parted
    her lips as Beth worked the nozzle gently into her mouth.  The nozzle was
    unlike any Barbara had seen before.  It appeared to be much longer, about 7
    inches, and had a sort of rounded ball, close to a inch in diameter, about a
    half inch from the tip.

          As she worked the nozzle in and out of Barbara's lips, Beth explained to
    everyone that she would insert the nozzle into Barbara's ass and open the hose
    clip which would then allow the contents of the bag, which held about a quart
    and a half of warm, soapy water to flow into Barbara's intestines.  She seemed
    delighted to explain that Barbara would feel the warmer-than-body- temperature
    water entering her and that it would soon cause her some discomfort and appear
    as though she wouldn't be able to hold any more.  Beth smiled widely and said
    that the adult body could hold 2 full quarts of water without any harm, but she
    kept it down to only a quart and a half because Barbara would have to hold this
    for a longer time than normal.  When she completed the explanation, Beth took
    the nozzle out of Barbara's mouth and told her to reach back and spread her ass
    cheeks w-i- d-e.  Barbara did as she was told and spread her cheeks as wide as
    she could.  She soon felt Beth's finger work some kind of lubricant around her
    anus and then go directly into her asshole.  The sudden sensation of pain
    caused Barbara to jerk, to which Beth responded by jamming her finger in
    farther.  Barbara felt the finger work back and forth a few times before being
    replaced with the hardness of the nozzle.  This, too, was worked in and out a
    few times before Beth roughly shoved it in as far as it would go.

          As soon as Barbara's body had gotten used to the ball deep within her,
    she felt the sensation of the water beginning to enter her.  She had expected
    the water to be a soothing warmth that she remembered from the last enema she
    had when she was being prepped for childbirth, but this water was HOT!.  She
    began working her abdominal muscles to "grind" her stomach into the table in an
    attempt to ease the discomfort of the hot water.  Each time she would grind her
    stomach into the table she felt her anus pucker around the intruding nozzle and
    grab it tighter.  She heard Beth laugh and comment to the crowd that "the
    little slut likes it in the ass, look at how she's working that nozzle in and
    out by herself."  I wasn't long before Barbara started to feel herself filling
    up.  She now had an almost uncontrollable urge to expel the water.  She tried
    to tighten her anal sphincter muscles around the nozzle to form a better seal
    and this action, too, was greeted by laughter from the crowd around the table.
    She began to feel a small amount of water trickle out of her ass and down
    around her vagina onto the table.  She grimaced and gritted her teeth hoping
    she could hold it in.

          "Do you know what this is, Barbara?"  Beth was saying in a teasing tone.

           Barbara heard Beth's voice and realized she had closed her eyes.  When
    she opened them, she saw Beth holding something which looked a baby pacifier,
    only much larger and made of hard rubber.

          "No, Mistress Beth" she answered.  She felt the rubber object at her lips
    and then entering her mouth after she had remembered to kiss it.  She was
    really uncomfortable now.  She had to go to the bathroom badly and could still
    feel the water trickling down onto her pussy.  She accepted this damn rubber
    thing into her mouth and listened in horror when Beth told everyone that it was
    a butt plug and would be inserted in her ass so she could hold the enema in
    longer while another procedure would be done.  Barbara felt the tears forming
    in her eyes again.  She couldn't be expected to it in much longer.  She surely
    would rupture something.  As she pondered the thought of quitting, Barbara felt
    the nozzle being withdrawn from her ass.  At the instant it popped out, she
    felt the butt plug being pulled from her mouth and forcefully jammed into the
    hole where the nozzle had been.

          "Ok, turn over on your back with feet flat on the table."  Beth was
    getting stern now.  Her face had taken a pinkish tint to it from her blood
    pressure and her breathing had become even shallower and more rapid.  She
    reached over to the table and grabbed a squeeze-type douche kit.  She held the
    liquid filled bulb upright while she unscrewed the nozzle.  When the nozzle was
    free, she put it to Barbara's lips and then into her mouth, playing out the
    same scenario as she had with the enema nozzle.  "Of course you know that this
    is a douche kit, Barbara.  I'm now going to clean out your sweet, shaven pussy
    with a good, old-fashioned vinegar douche. Now arch your back high into the
    air, keep your shoulders flat on the table, so that we don't spill any on the
    table.  That's it, now reach up with your hands and spread those lips open for
    me."

          Barbara did as she was told.  She spread her vagina wide open and was
    instantly embarrassed when Beth commented to the others how wet Barbara was
    already and that she wouldn't need any lubricant this time.  Beth withdrew the
    nozzle from Barbara's mouth  and screwed it back onto the bulb.  Barbara felt
    the tip of the douche nozzle entering her vagina and began to feel the cool
    liquid entering her.  Beth told her to squeeze her lips around the nozzle to
    provide a good seal for the douche, and Barbara followed her directions.  When
    the bulb had been emptied, Beth told Barbara to squeeze her pussy shut and hold
    it when she removed the nozzle.  Again, Barbara did as she was told and
    squeezed her vagina so tight, she thought she might bruise it.  Beth looked at
    her for what seemed, to Barbara, a long time.  Something inside told Barbara
    that Beth definitely was a lesbian.  Barbara's legs began to waver and she had
    all she could do to keep her hips elevated.  She felt like one big water
    balloon and she could hear the water sloshing around whenever she moved.  She
    fought desperately to keep the liquids inside her, despite the cramps which
    were now beginning to grab her abdomen.

          "Okay, you sweet thing.  Go relieve yourself. Before you return, be sure
    to clean your ass and pussy real good with the wash rag.  And don't forget to
    clean the butt plug."  Beth sounded casual and aloof but Barbara sensed that
    underneath the voice was one hot bitch.

          Cheryl watched Barbara nearly leap off the table and head towards the
    bathroom down the hall.  She chuckled at the sight of her pinching her pussy
    lips together with one hand while the other held the butt plug in place.  She
    hit the pause button on the camera and watched the other girls joking and
    giggling about what they had just witnessed.  While Cheryl was thoroughly
    enjoying the show, she almost wished that she hadn't invited the girls over
    that day.  She was getting horny now and couldn't wait for her turn at Barbara
    and maybe, for the first time, feel John's cock deep inside her. She thought
    back to the first night remembering the size of it and amount of come that had
    spewed forth from it onto Barbara's face and tits.  She glanced over at John's
    crotch and saw that the monster in his pants had again swollen to that size.
    She fought back the urge to drop to her knees and suck on it right there and,
    instead, reached over and grabbed it with her hand.

          John was startled by Cheryl's hand grabbing his crotch.  He was busy
    watching Pam and Lynn chatting and was fantasizing about having them both in
    bed at the same time when he felt the sudden squeeze.  He was so horny he was
    about to grab Cheryl and plant a big kiss on her as he drug her to the floor
    and fuck the living daylights out of her.  His eyes looked into hers and he
    knew she felt the same way he did.  Just as he was about to suggest what was on
    his mind, Cheryl motioned towards the hall and stepped behind the camera again.
    John turned and saw Barbara returning to the table.  Her eyes looked directly
    into his and told of her embarrassment and desire to leave this place NOW!  As
    she crawled back up onto the table, he watched her pretty ass cheeks come apart
    and reveal the rosebud between them.  His cock began twitching again and he had
    to detract himself from the sight in front of him to prevent having an orgasm
    in his pants.

          Beth told Barbara to once again lie on her back with feet flat on the
    table.  When Barbara was in position, she held up a small, sealed envelope for
    everyone to see and then brought it down to Barbara's eyes.  "Now we'll
    continue with our cleaning."  she said, smiling at the frightened look on
    Barbara's face.  "This procedure is used when a patient either refuses, or is
    unable, to provide a urine specimen.  Inside this pouch is a catheter, which is
    nothing more than a flexible tube.  We insert the tube into the urethra and
    force it up to the bladder thereby providing the urine a clear, open path
    through which to travel.  You've lucked out this time, Barbara.  Since this
    device is sterilized, I cannot allow you to kiss it.  As a matter of fact, I
    must use sterilized gloves to handle it once the bag is opened."

          Having said that, Beth dropped the envelope onto Barbara's breasts and
    grabbed another envelope off the snack table beside her.  She opened the
    package and slipped her hand into one of the surgical gloves inside then did
    the same with the other hand.  When finished, she picked up the envelope from
    Barbara's breast and removed the tube inside.  She wiggled the end of clear
    plastic in front of Barbara's eyes.  "Okay, Barbara reach down between your
    legs and spread that pussy of yours again.  I want everyone to be able to see
    your little pee hole."

          Barbara reached down and spread her vaginal lips open to expose her
    urethra.  She peered between her knees and saw Cheryl zooming in the video
    camera lens.  She also saw John looking directly at her exposed twat.  She kept
    staring at his eyes hoping he would look at her face and offer some silent
    support.  All at once she began to feel a slight burning sensation as the tube
    began it's journey inside her.  Her eyes teared again and Pam now blocked her
    view of John.  As Lynn looked on at the other side, Beth kept pushing the tube
    into Barbara until a thin line of urine began to flow through the tube and into
    a bottle placed on the snack table beside her.  As the last of the urine
    entered the bottle, Beth looked at Barbara's face and smiled.

          "Well, Barbara, you're as clean now as you've ever been.  I've just one
    more thing to show everybody and I'm through with my demonstrations."  Beth
    then pulled the tube quickly from Barbara's urethra and threw it aside. After
    she removed her gloves, she reached up and patted Barbara on her cheek.  "But
    don't you fret, sweet thing. I'm sure we'll get together again later tonight
    for a more pleasurable experience.  You can let go of your pussy now and put
    your hands behind your head again. We'll all get another good look at that
    beautiful body of yours and then we'll get an even better look at that sweet
    pie between your legs."

          Barbara placed her hands behind her head and opened her mouth slightly as
    Beth inserted her finger between her lips.  Barbara's wide eyes looked at
    Beth's smiling face as she felt the finger working in and out of her mouth.
    She noticed the other people were dead quiet and looking at the action taking
    place.  All Barbara could hear was the soft hum of the video camera in the
    corner. Goose bumps formed on Barbara's arms when she felt Beth's other hand
    begin to massage her breast.  The thumb and forefinger grabbed the nipple and
    gently pinched and pulled on it.  Beth abruptly removed her finger from
    Barbara's mouth and stopped playing with her breast.

          "I seemed to be getting ahead of myself here." Beth turned aside and
    grabbed a large metal object from the snack tray.  "I'm sure we all know what
    this is." Beth held the object up for all to see.  "How about you John.  Do you
    know what this is used for?"  She smiled when John just shrugged his shoulders
    and shook his head from side to side.  "This is what the doctor uses to perform
    a pelvic exam.  You just insert this into the lady's twat, open it up like so,
    and wa-lah, you can see everything she has."

          John looked in disbelief.  "How the hell can they get that thing in a
    pussy?" he wondered to himself.  He stepped forward as Beth poised it at the
    entrance to Barbara's vagina, and slowly began working it into his wife.  He
    could swear he noticed Barbara's hips push forward to accept this thing into
    her, not once but several times.  Once the speculum was in place and Beth began
    spreading Barbara's vagina open, John bent forward to look.  Noticing his
    interest, Beth took a flashlight off the snack table and directed the light
    directly into Barbara.  John looked in amazement but was soon pushed aside by
    Lynn, who wanted to get a good look herself.  He let her take his spot and
    stepped back to the wall next to Cheryl.  As he stepped back, he noticed
    Barbara looking at him.  He looked into her clouded eyes and flashed an
    assuring smile at her.  He never saw her reaction as Pam moved right into his
    field of vision, just as Cheryl grabbed his cock and pulled his mouth to her
    waiting tongue.  He almost lost his load as Cheryl ground her crotch against
    his and worked her tongue inside his mouth.  He finally realized that Barbara
    might see them and pulled away.  Cheryl just smiled at him and ran her tongue
    over her lips.  He looked back at the table just in time to see Beth removing
    the thing from Barbara and set it back down on the snack table.

          "That's my show for tonight girls."  Beth said. She then looked at Cheryl
    and said "But I'd like to reserve some time to have Barbara entertain me later.
    It seems I've being doing all the entertaining so far."

          "Oh, for sure, Beth."   Cheryl stepped out from behind the camera and
    walked over to stand at Barbara's head.  "I'm sure Barbara will show her
    appreciation AND her respect for you later.  Won't you Barbara?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl"  Barbara replied.  There was that "respect" again.

          "Good.  Now while we all get ourselves together, clean up this table and
    get us all another round before assuming your position in the living room."
    Cheryl turned away and walked to the living room, grabbing John's arm and
    pulling him with her.  "Come on everybody. I think we better get ready for
    whatever it is Pam has in mind for Barbara."

          As the others went into the living room, Barbara removed the coverings
    from the table and straightened the chairs around it.  Upon completion of her
    cleaning, she poured each of her tormentors another glass of Coke and got John
    a fresh beer from the fridge, loaded them onto a tray and carried it into the
    living room where everyone sat.  She felt self conscious as she bent over each
    time she offered the tray to one of the guests.  Her tits would swing down and
    everyone would look at them, then her face, and smile.  When she offered John
    the beer, his hand went around hers and held it for a brief instant. That made
    her feel better.  She had noticed John's hard- on through his pants and the
    thought that this was exciting him started to arouse her.  She remembered the
    other night and her orgasm which was the most intense she had ever had.  She
    chuckled to herself as she thought "At least nobody could tell how wet I am
    from my pussy hair." She returned the tray to the kitchen then went back into
    the living room and stood in the center of room, hands tightly clasped behind
    her head, feet spread apart, eyes straight ahead.

          Cheryl walked to the center of the small room, stood in front of Barbara,
    and put her hand between Barbara's legs.  "What say you get yourself ready for
    Pam.  Play with your tits and get your nipples nice and hard for her."

          Barbara hesitated a moment then moved her hands down to her tits.  As she
    massaged her nipples she felt Cheryl's finger enter her and start working in
    and out. Barbara was getting hot and her hips began to gyrate, meeting Cheryl's
    probing finger each time it thrust into her.  All of a sudden she felt the
    finger completely withdraw from her pussy and reappear on her lips.  She
    cracked her mouth open and accepted the wet finger into it.  As it moved back
    and forth against her tongue, Barbara began to get weak.  She was about to have
    an orgasm on the spot.  Cheryl must have noticed this and withdrew her finger.
    She ordered Barbara to put her hands behind her head again.

          "I told you girls that she was a hot one, didn't I?"  Cheryl laughingly
    addressed the group.  "Okay Pam let's see what you have in mind for Barbara,
    shall we?" As she ended, Cheryl reached around with her hand and pinched
    Barbara's butt.  She chuckled when Barbara jumped and then went to her chair
    and sat down as Pam made her way up to take her place.

          Pam circled Barbara slowly and stopped directly in front of her.
    "Well.....ever since I saw the pictures of you, I couldn't help but wish I had
    been there.  Now -- here I am.  First, I'm gonna sit down and watch you dance
    for us.  I want you to imagine that you're dancing for your lover -- I mean
    make it sexy.  Got It?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  err Pam.  Yes, Mistress Pam."  Barbara's slip of
    the tongue caused Pam's eyebrows to raise and Barbara looked at her with
    apologetic eyes.

          "Don't worry about that little mistake, Barbara. We'll take care of it
    later during the punishment session.  Now, if you're really sorry, you'll make
    this dance just for me, and as sexy as you can be.  If I'm pleased with your
    performance, I'll ask Cheryl to go easy on you.  If you're ready with the video
    camera, Cheryl, I'll put on the music."  Pam glared at Barbara and walked over
    to one of the two snack tables still covered.  She removed the towel covering
    it and grabbed a compact disc, which she inserted into Cheryl's stereo.  She
    pressed the play button and went back to the sofa where she sat down.

          As soon as she heard the first beats of the conga and bongo drums,
    Barbara recognized the song.  It was entitled "Jungle Fever" and performed by a
    little known group named "Chakachas."  Basically, the song consisted of jungle
    rhythms and the moaning of a native girl apparently in the throes of passion.
    She had expected the music to be something more modern and upbeat and had no
    idea how to begin dancing to this.  At Pam's stern warning, she began moving
    her feet.  As the music played, Barbara closed her eyes and imagined herself as
    the girl on the recording.  She moved around as though she was against a tree
    in the jungle and being taken by a large native warrior.  Her hips undulated
    with the beat of the drums as her hands ran up and down her body.  She caressed
    her breasts, paying particular attention to her nipples, then brought both
    hands down between her legs and began caressing her bald pubic area and vagina.
    The smell of her own juices and the sound of the music was transporting her out
    of the room into the jungle.  Her mind began to lose all sense of reality and
    got lost in her imagination.  She turned around with her back to the audience
    and started to caress her buttocks.  Her hands slowly moved over each cheek and
    then, one by one, ran down the crease where they came together.  She grabbed
    each cheek, bent forward at the waist, and spread them apart as her fingers
    played against first her asshole, then her pussy.  She was so lost in the
    moment that she had not heard the music stop.  At this point she just wanted to
    come -- nothing else.  Just one big, earth trembling, body shaking, leg
    drenching, fucking orgasm. She shoved two, then three, fingers into her waiting
    pussy and began pumping her hips into them violently until she felt the room
    spinning and thought she was going to faint.  She came violently, with an
    unearthly scream and legs buckling as she sank to the floor in a heap.

          The spectators in the room sat mesmerized by Barbara's dance.  Cheryl
    kept her eye glued to the camera and zoomed the lens in and out as Barbara's
    hands worked over her body.  Lynn's mouth hung open as she watched Barbara.
    Beth, already worked up from her time with Barbara, couldn't bear it any longer
    and let her hand wander under her dress and begin rubbing between her legs.
    John was in awe.  He had never seen this side of his wife before -- not even
    when she had a little to much to drink.  He shot a quick glance around the room
    and noticed everyone else seemed as stunned as he was -- especially Beth.  When
    Barbara fell to the floor, he was ready to jump up and help her back to her
    feet but stopped as Pam began to speak.

          "Goddam, girl.  That was one helluva show you put on.  Pam got off the
    couch and walked over to the prone Barbara.  She grabbed the wrist of the hand
    that had just emerged from her cunt and pulled her up to the feet.  She held up
    the soaked hand for all to see and laughingly said "Look at the mess you made
    you made all over your hand.  Clean it off -- with your tongue."  She jerked
    the hand down to Barbara's lips and watched as Barbara began licking the pussy
    juice off it.  Pam had gotten hot watching Barbara perform, but she bathed in
    the power she had over the older Barbara and was now ready to have Barbara
    provide her with her own orgasm.  When the hand was clean, she ordered Barbara
    to get down on her knees and grabbed a large, black dildo off her snack tray.
    She then walked back to the sofa, hiked her mini dress up to her waist, removed
    her panties, and sat down on the edge of the couch with her legs spread wide.
    She beckoned Barbara to crawl on her knees over to her.  "I'm now going to let
    you please me with this dildo, Barbara. But, first, I'll need a little
    lubricant so it'll go in easy.  Since I neglected to bring any, we'll use your
    juices you have in your mouth.  Start licking me real wet like."  Pam grabbed
    the back of Barbara's head and shoved it into her crotch.  As Barbara licked,
    Pam moved her head up and down to assure she licked every inch.  When she was
    satisfied that she had been "lubed" enough, she pulled Barbara away from her.
    She reached down and offered the dildo to Barbara's mouth, large end first.
    When Barbara opened her mouth to accept it, Pam put it in about an inch.  "You
    may use your hands to spread my pussy lips apart, but the dildo must stay in
    your mouth. Now get to work!"

          Barbara leaned forward and as her fingers spread Pam's pussy lips apart
    she began inserting the dildo slowly into her.  She went slowly at first.
    Easing it in a little then back out, each thrust entered Pam a little further.
    It wasn't long before she had it all the way in and with each thrust her upper
    lip would kiss Pam's clitoris.  Pam had grabbed her head again and pulled it
    deeper into her thighs.  Barbara thought Pam was trying to stuff her whole head
    up there.  As the pace quickened, Barbara felt some hands rubbing her pussy and
    anus.  The fingers would start to enter each hole then back out. Soon, the
    fingers were replaced by a larger, rubber like, object which began to find its
    way into her waiting vagina.  The tip of the object had no sooner entered her
    pussy when she felt another similar object at her ass. She realized that
    someone was filling her with a double dildo.  At this stage she not only did
    not care, she welcomed it.  As her head was alternately pushed and pulled in
    and out of Pam's crotch, her hips involuntarily moved back and forth on the
    double dildo.  She wanted to feel it deep inside her.  She wondered why she
    felt like this.  Everything she had learned growing up told her she should be
    repulsed by sex with another woman.  The thought of lesbian sex had always
    turned her stomach. She had never even dreamed of anal sex.  Now her body had
    control over her mind and she actually was enjoying it -- no, craving it.  She
    was on the brink of orgasm again. She wanted to take the dildo out of her mouth
    and lick Pam's pussy all over -- even her ass, but the thought of additional
    punishment kept her from doing it.  Besides, she figured that before the night
    was over she'd be told to kiss everyone's ass anyhow.

          Beth kept pumping the dildo in and out of Barbara's cute little ass and
    pussy while she watched her work over Pam.  Occasionally she would look over at
    John and smile, as if to say "sorry, sucker, she's mine now and you can't do a
    thing about it."  Beth told herself that before the night was over she was
    going to have a taste of Barbara's pussy as she would likewise be tasting hers.
    She noticed that Barbara was beginning to come again and did not want that to
    happen.  No, better to keep her hot and horny for the rest of night.  She
    withdrew the dildo and set it back down on Pam's table.  Before she got up to
    return to her seat, she leaned forward and kissed Barbara's asshole, letting
    the tip of her tongue wiggle just around the rim a little.

          Lynn was sitting at the edge of her seat watching the action at both ends
    when Cheryl whispered the suggestion into her ear.  She looked over at John and
    saw his hard-on and far-away look in his eyes then turned to Cheryl and smiled
    widely as she shook her head up and down signally she'd do it.

          Barbara couldn't believe it when she felt the double dildo removed from
    her.  She needed to come badly, just as Pam was coming now.  When she felt the
    lips and tongue on her ass, shivers ran up her spine and she immediately began
    pumping the dildo into Pam as fast as her head would bob.  Pam responded by
    thrusting her hips forward and pulling Barbara's head into them faster and
    faster.  Her moans got louder and louder until they erupted into a loud
    OHHHHHHHHHH!  Barbara knew Pam had an orgasm and began slowing her head
    movements allowing Pam to come down from her high slowly.  "Why, oh why
    couldn't that be me?" she wondered to herself.  She had to come again and
    didn't care what she had to do accomplish it. When Pam had quieted down,
    Barbara removed the dildo from her pussy and knelt there with it still in her
    mouth while she waited for further orders.

          "Damn, you are good!"  Pam finally had caught her breath enough to speak.
    "Maybe I can talk Cheryl into selling you to me."  She Chuckled.

          "No way."  laughed Cheryl as she made her way over to the kneeling
    Barbara.  "Assume your position, Barbara."  Barbara got to her feet and placed
    her hands behind her head but still held the dildo, dripping with Pam's juices,
    in her mouth.  Cheryl took the end of dildo closest to Barbara's lips between
    her thumb and forefinger and pulled it from her.  She turned it around and laid
    it on Barbara's lips.  "Open" she muttered, but it was unnecessary.  Barbara
    had started to part her lips the moment the dildo was placed there.  She took
    the long, thick tool in her mouth as far as Cheryl fed it to her and greedily
    lapped the juices from it.  Finally, Cheryl removed the dildo and tossed it
    onto Pam's table. "Okay, last, but not least, Lynn has her chance."  With that
    said, Cheryl glanced over at John and returned to her video camera.

          Lynn strode over to her table and, after removing the cover, took the
    lone item on it -- a rather long strap-on dildo.  She walked over to John and
    asked him to hold it for her while she got ready.  John eagerly accepted the
    device and watched with wide eyes as Lynn began undressing right in front of
    him.  As she undressed, Lynn looked directly at John's eyes.  She was very
    proud of her body and undressed as sultry as she knew how.  John watched as
    Lynn removed her blouse and freed her perfectly proportioned breasts.  He
    glanced at Barbara and realized she was unable to see them without turning
    around.  He felt a little relieved and liberated knowing that fact.  His eyes
    were on Lynn's hands which were now unbuttoning her jeans.  As the jeans fell
    to the floor,  Lynn revealed a perfectly flat, tight stomach and gorgeous legs.
    She stepped out of the jeans and thrust her hips forward towards John's face as
    she hook her thumbs around the waist of her thong panties and slowly worked
    them down over her hips, pausing as they reached mid thigh and were below her
    pussy.  She reached out and supported herself with one hand on John's shoulder
    while the other hand peeled the panties from each leg.  John had all he could
    do to keep from grabbing her ass and pulling that sweet looking box to his
    face.  Lynn, for the first time, noticed how big John's hard on was and, as she
    let go of his shoulder, she let her hand slide down his chest and run across
    his massive cock on their way down to the floor to pick up her panties.  When
    she was bent completely over with both hands on the floor, she feigned falling
    forward and shoved her head into John's crotch.  John felt Lynn's head in his
    lap and felt her hot breath blow from her lips, which were kissing his cock
    through his pants.  Lynn looked up at John's face, smiled, and brought herself
    up to her feet.  She took the strap-on dildo from John's hand and strapped it
    around her waist.  She then put her foot on the leg of John's chair as she ran
    another strap around her thigh.  She knew that placing her leg up high like
    that would open her pussy and allow John a perfect view.  When through she
    repeated the process with the other leg.  Finally, she turned around facing
    Barbara's direction and bent forward at the waist to give John a good look at
    her ass. Satisfied, she walked over to Barbara and stood in front of her
    holding her massive "cock" pointed right at Barbara's pussy.

          "I think, Barbara, that I detected a severe urge on your part to have an
    orgasm.  Tell me -- are you as hot as you appear?"

          Barbara peered at the dildo sticking out from Lynn. She knew what was
    coming and welcomed it.  "Yes, Mistress Lynn."  She answered.

          "Good,"  Lynn moved her hand up and down the shaft and licked her lips.
    "because you're about to get fucked like you've never been fucked.  Well,
    maybe, judging by the size of your husband's snake, you have been.  But at
    least I'll bet you've never been fucked this well by another woman.  Get down
    on your knees with your forehead on the floor."

          "Yes, Mistress Lynn"  Barbara replied as she knelt down as ordered.  Lynn
    Positioned her so that her ass faced John.  She felt the air on her wet pussy
    and ass and that excited her even more.  She waited for the dildo to invade her
    pussy and put out the fire inside once more.  She was ashamed of her thoughts,
    but could no longer control them.  She sensed the presence of Lynn behind her
    and then felt the tip of the dildo beginning to spread her vagina.  She moved
    her hips backward to hasten the coupling and felt the long, thick hunk of
    rubber making its way to her cervix.  She loved the feel of it.  She loved the
    pleasure it brought her.  She loved the thought of being watched while she
    came.  She loved having John see her getting humiliated.  For the first time in
    her life, she LOVED SEX.  She always "liked" sex and always had a good time
    when she and John would make love, but this was different.  She had never
    craved an orgasm, never desired to lick another woman's pussy, never wanted to
    have anything stuck up her ass, never enjoyed masturbating until tonight.  The
    dildo brought her closer to euphoria with each thrust.  Drool rolled out of her
    mouth onto the carpet as she began to move her hips faster and faster and Lynn
    worked her "cock" in deeper and rougher.  She was nearing orgasm when she felt
    Lynn's hands on her breasts, grabbing her nipples and squeezing them.  She came
    again.  She came and came.  Her second orgasm of the night left her completely
    exhausted and she could no longer support the weight of Lynn's body on her
    back.  Her legs wobbled and she crashed into the carpet with Lynn on top of
    her.  The force of impact when the two girls hit the floor drove the dildo into
    her hard and she yelled "OOOHHHH!"

          John marveled at the view.  The girls were positioned so that Barbara's
    pussy was in clear sight and he could see the 12" shaft being sucked into it
    and then coming out.  With each stroke, Lynn's ass cheeks would alternately
    squeeze together then spread apart displaying the tight rosebud they held
    between them.  He didn't understand how he could have watched all this sex and
    still not have come.  His balls ached, as if his cock were trying to pull them
    away from his body in an attempt to get bigger.  He couldn't take much more.

          Lynn felt the orgasm building in Barbara at the same pace as the one
    building inside her.  The little nubs molded into the base of the strap-on
    dildo mashed against her clit with each push and was driving her crazy.  She
    thought of John watching her fuck his wife and that, too, drove her wild.  She
    wished he would fuck her ass with his big prick at the same time and come all
    over her pussy.  She loved it when Roger, her husband, would pull out just
    before climax and come over her stomach.  As her fantasies grew bolder and
    wilder, the nubs mashing against her pussy became faster and faster. She was
    coming now.  As she began orgasm, she gave one last, deep thrust and at the
    same instant she buried the dildo all the way into her, she felt Barbara
    collapse to the floor with her on top.  It had been a violent orgasm. The best
    she had in months.  She pulled out of Barbara, got groggily to her feet, undid
    the dildo from her body, threw it aside and stumbled to the couch where she
    plopped down out of breath. Barbara laid on the floor completely exhausted. She
    was confused and near tears over what had happened this night.  She had always
    considered herself a person of high morals with complete loyalty to her husband
    and now she's been forced to perform, what were to her, unspeakable sex acts in
    front of John and other spectators.  Worse yet was the fact that she had found
    pleasure in them.  She felt like she was a lower life form and began sobbing in
    self-pity.   "How can I ever face John as his wife again?" she asked herself.
    As the tears began to trickle out of the corners of her eyes, she saw Cheryl's
    feet at her head.  "No more" she said to herself.  She felt guilty and dirty.

          "Rise and shine, sweet thing."  Cheryl nudged Barbara with foot.  "It's
    time for MY part of the show."

          Barbara rose to her feet and assumed her position. She felt overwhelming
    shame and could not look the others in the face.  She hadn't planned on Cheryl
    being part of the activities and thought that the evening was ending. She
    wondered what humiliation Cheryl had in store for her now, and whether she
    could take any more without completely breaking down.

          "I've been watching your poor husband over there, Barbara, and I realize
    that we must to something to relieve his condition.  Don't you agree?"  Cheryl
    had a taunting slant to her tone.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."   Barbara imagined that she would now have to
    give John another blow-job in front of everyone.

          "Good."  Cheryl continued.  "John, why don't you free yourself of those
    clothes and get ready for some action."

          John didn't have to be told twice.  He jumped to his feet and within a
    minute was completely nude.  His huge cock jutted out from between his legs and
    glowed a bright pink from the blood that had been rushing to it all evening.
    He stood there wondering what to do next.

          Pam and Lynn looked at John with hungry eyes.  Both women wanted a piece
    of that hunk.  Neither had ever seen such a magnificent example of manhood in
    their lives. Beth couldn't take her eyes off Barbara.

          "Sit down, John."  Cheryl waited until John sat down and then turned her
    attention to back to Barbara. "Ok, Barbara.  I want you to crawl over to John
    on your hands and knees and start sucking on that big dick of his while I get
    ready."

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara crawled over to where John was seated
    and took the tip of his cock into her mouth.  As she worked her lips and tongue
    over John's dick, she glanced up at him and saw him staring straight ahead, not
    at her.  She feared that he had lost all respect for her and didn't want to see
    her anymore.  What she didn't know was that John was staring across the room at
    Cheryl who was busy getting herself nude.  She found out soon enough when she
    saw Cheryl, completely naked, straddle John's legs and lower herself onto his
    lap with her pussy staring directly at Barbara.

          "That's fine, Barbara.  Now you can guide that baloney right into my
    pussy, but do continue licking his balls while I ride this horse home."  Cheryl
    chuckled as she raised herself up off John"s lap.

          Barbara took John's cock and positioned the tip against Cheryl's soaking
    pussy.  She held it in place and watched as Cheryl lowered herself onto it ever
    so slowly, then rise up again only to start lowering herself onto it once more.
    She began licking John's balls as Cheryl continuing pumping on his rod.  Her
    face was only inches away from the action and every time Cheryl would lower
    herself, Barbara felt Cheryl's pubic hair on her forehead and then her labia on
    her nose.  The smell of female sex juices were not new to Barbara any longer,
    but she now found that they excited her.  Not in a sexual way, she was
    completely spent this evening and was merely carrying out orders in a robotic
    method.  Not sexual, but in a strange, forbidden way.  Like the excitement she
    got as a teenager when she would sneak a smoke when her parents weren't
    looking, or skinny-dip in the pool late at night knowing that the neighbors
    might be watching.

          Cheryl felt John's dick pounding on her cervix and stretching the walls
    of her vagina.  It was a divine ache.  She continued working up and down as she
    watched the others.  Pam had picked up the vibrator and was working it in and
    out of her pussy while Lynn sat mesmerized by the sights and couldn't help but
    rub her small twat.  Beth still couldn't take her eyes off Barbara.  Cheryl
    snapped her fingers at Beth and when she looked up, wagged a finger at Beth
    then at Barbara's elevated hips and spread thighs.  Beth caught on to the
    meaning and crawled over to Barbara's waiting cookie.

          Barbara felt someone's hand gently spreading her vaginal lips followed by
    the delicate touch of a tongue licking her entire slit and clitoris.  She
    spread her legs a little wider to allow whoever it was better access.  She
    enjoyed this.  All night long it was her playing the active part and now
    someone was actively, tenderly caressing her sex with their tongue.  It
    thrilled her and she began to lick John's balls a little faster and with more
    determination than ever.

          Cheryl looked around the room at the orgy unfolding before her eyes and
    began pumping faster.  She could tell John was nearing climax and pumped a few
    more times, very deeply, before reaching down and pulling the cock from her
    pussy.  She moved her hand back and forth over the soaked tool until it began
    to throb and she knew John was coming.  At that instant, she pointed down at
    Barbara's tongue and had her long awaited orgasm as she watch John's dick spew
    forth massive amounts of cum over his wife's eyelids, nose, lips and tongue.

          For the first time since Cheryl had sat on his dick, John opened his
    eyes.  He was stunned by what was transpiring before him.  The feast was to
    much for his mind to decide what entree to look at, and his eyes went from Lynn
    masturbating with three fingers in her spread box to Pam, head thrown back,
    reaching orgasm with the help of the vibrator, to Beth, nose buried in his
    wife's ass, as she licked Barbara's much used cunt and finally to Barbara's cum
    covered face.  He felt Cheryl's weight shift as she leaned back and rested on
    his chest.  He hated to admit it but Cheryl was one hot woman and one helluva
    fuck.  In spite of, or maybe it was because of, all Cheryl had done to his
    wife, he found a new admiration for this young gal.

          Cheryl relaxed against John and watched everyone around her pleasing
    themselves in various manners.  When it became obvious that all, with the
    possible exception of Beth, had reached orgasm, she got off John's lap and
    summoned Barbara to join her in the center of the room. When Barbara was
    positioned correctly, Cheryl reached behind her to a snack tray and removed
    some objects.

          "You've done well tonight, Barbara, with the exceptions of a slip of the
    tongue and some uncalled for hesitation now and then.  In lieu of your fine
    performances elsewhere, I've decided your punishment should be light this time.
    First, let's hope these clothes pins will help to remind you of your
    transgressions and teach you to treat your mistresses with respect."  Cheryl
    held a clip-on clothes pin in each hand and showed them to Barbara before
    opening their jaws and attaching one to each of Barbara's nipples.  She watched
    as Barbara winced when she released each pin and it squeezed each nipple almost
    flat.  Cheryl reached back to the snack table and grabbed a sand paper covered
    ping- pong paddle.  "Secondly, I believe a spanking is in order here to stress
    the seriousness of your misdeeds.  Tell me, Barbara.  How many whacks do you
    think you deserve tonight?"  Cheryl looked at Barbara's eyes, filled with pain
    and shame, and held the paddle up for her to see. She waited for a reply.

          "I... I... I don't know, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara looked pleadingly at
    Cheryl as tears began to swell in the corner of her eyes.  "Please, Mistress
    Cheryl.  Don't spank me tonight.  I promise it won't happen again.  I've
    learned to obey you and my mistresses.  I'll do anything you want just please,
    please no spanking and please take these clothes pins off my nipples.  They
    hurt bad."

          "They should hurt, Barbara.  That's why we call it 'punishment'.  It
    wouldn't be much discipline if they felt good.  But I still think you should be
    spanked. Since you don't know how many strokes of the paddle you deserve, I
    have an idea how to settle it.  Excuse me." Cheryl left the room and went to
    the kitchen.  She promptly returned holding a cold cucumber in her hand which
    she held up for the sobbing Barbara to look at. "If you can hold this cucumber
    in your cunt, with legs spread mind you, for 20 minutes you won't be spanked.
    HOWEVER, for each second it is out of your pussy, you'll get one stroke.  When,
    and if, the cucumber falls, you can bend down, pick it up and put it back in --
    then put your hands back behind your head.  I'll count out each second.    When
    the 20 minutes is up, we'll total the seconds I've counted and that's how many
    strokes you'll get.  Got it?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  P... Please..."  Barbara's pleas were cut short
    when Cheryl reached out and repositioned the clothes pins on her nipples.  The
    pain increased when the pins were released but was greatly magnified when they
    were reattached.  Barbara knew that she couldn't possible hold that big
    cucumber in her vagina for 20 minutes.  The combination of her 2 orgasms and
    Beth's tongue had made her vagina very slippery.

          "No more begging.  You'll have your opportunity to beg as you beg each
    one here for their forgiveness for your blubbering during this punishment
    session when you show them your 'respect'.  Are you ready?"  Cheryl gritted her
    teeth and her annoyance at Barbara's crying showed.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."

          "Very well then."  Cheryl bent down and prodded Barbara's legs to spread
    them a little further apart. After Barbara adjusted her widened stance, Cheryl
    began inserting the cucumber into her pussy.  It went in with very little
    resistance and Cheryl knew it wouldn't stay there long.  She stepped back and
    pressed the button on her watch to start timing the "endurance test."

          Barbara felt the cucumber begin to slip out of her almost the instant
    Cheryl released it.  She tried to squeeze her vagina around it and that seemed
    to make it want to slide out faster yet.  Within the first minute, the cuke
    popped out onto the floor and Barbara rushed down to pick it up and reinsert it
    into her twat as Cheryl counted the seconds elapsing out loud.  As Barbara
    pushed it back in, the girls laughed and shouted  advice, telling her to stick
    it all the way in.  Barbara finally got back into position as Cheryl's count
    reached five. She remembered reading an article in one of John's Penthouse
    magazines about Asian women who trained their vaginas to squeeze tight around
    an object and she wished now that she paid more attention to it.  Again the
    damned cuke hit the floor and Barbara, in tears now, raced to get it back in,
    much to the delight of the howling spectators.  This time Barbara wiped the
    cucumber dry on her leg before ramming it into her pussy as far as she could.
    That seemed to work much better and it remained in longer, but it inevitably
    did fall out again and Barbara repeated the process over and over until,
    finally, Cheryl signalled that time had run out.

          "47 seconds."  Cheryl announced to her guests as they all gasped "ooh."
    "47 strokes.  Now Barbara, had you not thrown a crying fit and said '10' when I
    asked you how many strokes you thought you deserved, we probably would have
    said "okay."  But your pitiful whining cost you 37 more strokes.  Let's see, to
    round things off, that's 12 strokes from each."  Cheryl held the paddle out
    towards Barbara and then "readjusted" the clothespins on her nipples once more.
    "Now, take this paddle, on your hands and knees, to each of our guests,
    starting with Pam, and ask each one to give you your deserved punishment.  When
    they finish with the paddling, I want you to show them your respect.  Do you
    understand?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."   Barbara took the paddle and got down on all
    fours.

          "Tell me then how you're going to show them your respect."  Cheryl
    teased.

          Barbara's face turned crimson.  She not only had to do it, but she had to
    tell them out loud that she was going to kiss their asses.  "I'm going
    to........."  She couldn't say the words.

          Cheryl grabbed Barbara's hair and yanked her head up.  "Yes?  Go on.
    What are you going to do?"

          Barbara, startled by the sudden hair yanking, spit the words out.  "I'm
    going to kiss their ass, Mistress Cheryl."

          "Very good."  Cheryl chimed, as her grip on Barbara's hair tightened.
    "Describe HOW you're going to kiss their ass, Barbara."

          This was unbearable to the poor Barbara.  "With my lips and... and... my
    tongue.  I'm going to lick their assholes, Mistress Cheryl."  Tears were
    streaming down Barbara's face now.  The combination of Cheryl pulling her hair
    and the clothespins on her nipples didn't hurt as much as having to say those
    words.

          "Okay.  Now get started.  And if you know what's good for you, you'll
    work that tongue of yours like you've never worked it before.  Remember, I'm
    last with the paddle and if I don't think you're doing your best, I'll make
    sure you won't be able to sit for a week.  One more thing.  I want you to count
    each stroke, out loud, followed by "Mistress whoever' so that you won't forget
    their names again.  Go!"  Cheryl stood, still naked, in the center of the room
    and watched Barbara crawl over to Pam.

          Barbara handed the paddle to Pam and asked her to "Please punish me."
    Pam took the paddle and stood up and directed Barbara to turn around and put
    her forehead on the floor.  When Barbara was positioned, Pam took the first
    swing.  It wasn't a strong swing and the room filled with boos and chided her
    to put more feeling into it.  The second blow was harder and began to turn
    Barbara's cheeks pink.

          As instructed, Barbara counted each stroke with a "Mistress Pam"
    following.  Each time the sandpaper covered paddle landed, the pain increased
    and caused Barbara to lunge forward a bit which, in turn, caused the
    clothespins on her nipples to drag on the carpet and pull on her tits causing
    even more pain.  By the time she had counted the twelfth stroke, Barbara's
    cheeks were bright red and very sore.  Pam then instructed her to show "her
    respect" and got down on her knees with her upper body resting on the sofa.
    Barbara crawled around to Pam's exposed ass, reached up to spread her cheeks,
    and began tonguing her ass.

          As Barbara tongued Pam, Cheryl kept shouting instructions.  "Work that
    tongue faster."  "get it in -- deeper -- deeper"  "use your hands to spread
    them cheeks wider so you can get in better."  Barbara followed each order
    exactly. Partly to avoid the wrath of Cheryl and partly to delay the next set
    of blows from the bigger and stronger Beth.  Pam began pushing her hips into
    Barbara's face harder and harder and Barbara responded by trying to push her
    tongue into Pam's ass deeper and deeper. Barbara had mixed feelings when she
    heard Cheryl proclaim that was enough for Pam.  On one hand she was glad that
    part was over, but on the other, her aching butt would now be subject to more
    pain.

          Finally, it was over.  Barbara had been spanked by all three guests and
    had licked their asses until her tongue was almost as sore as her backside
    which literally glowed like a bright red Chinese lantern.  The mere thought of
    touching it sent shivers through her body. She had no idea how she would get by
    Cheryl's paddling. She held back the sobs and crawled over to Cheryl, who was
    now sitting on the arm of John's chair, and offered her the paddle.

          "Please punish me, Mistress Cheryl."  she whimpered as she planted her
    head firmly into the carpet.

          Cheryl took the paddle and moved around to Barbara's elevated rump, then
    back to her head.  "That sweet little ass of yours looks real sore Barbara.
    What would you do if I let you off with no more paddling?"

          "Oh, I'd do anything.. anything at all, Mistress Cheryl.  Please don't
    paddle me any more, Mistress Cheryl.  I hurt so much, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara
    felt elated that she might not have to go through any more paddling. She would
    do just about anything to avoid it. Her ass felt like the skin covering it had
    been sanded off.

          "Start licking my feet."  Cheryl watched the agonizing Barbara leap
    forward and begin licking her feet.  She reveled in the power she held over the
    woman and was glorified to display this power to her friends. "That's it.  Just
    like last time.  Don't forget to get in between each toe.  Now, here's what
    I'll do.  I'll give you ten minutes to suck my pussy.  If I come during those
    ten minutes, I'll forgive your spanking and let you show me your respect, after
    which, you're done for the night. Agreed?"

          Barbara's mouth remained glued to Cheryl's feet as she answered.  "Yes,
    Mistress Cheryl.  I'll make you come, Mistress Cheryl.  I promise."  Barbara
    flung her head between Cheryl's thighs and began moving her tongue over her
    mistresses vagina as expertly as she knew how. She tried to imagine how she
    would like it done to her and used her hands to spread Cheryl's lips and allow
    her tongue access to the clitoris.  She was excited to see Cheryl beginning to
    respond to her probing and she moved her tongue back and forth over Cheryl's
    vagina as she let a finger begin playing with the puckered rim of her
    tormentor's ass.  Barbara glanced up to look at Cheryl's face and noticed John
    watching her intently.  The sight of him watching her do this rattled her and
    she shut her eyes and concentrated on avoiding any more spanking by giving
    Cheryl the orgasm she wanted.  It didn't seem like ten minutes had passed
    before Cheryl began to buck her hips uncontrollably and start moaning.  A few
    seconds later Cheryl grabbed Barbara's head and pushed it into her cunt as she
    came wildly.  Barbara, hoping to get the night over with, slowed her tongue and
    allowed Cheryl to come down from her high.  She then began working on Cheryl's
    asshole with as much vigor as she had on her cunt.  As she worked her tongue
    around and into the gleaming rim, Barbara repeatedly mumbled "I Respect you,
    Mistress Cheryl.  Thank you, Mistress Cheryl."

          John sat staring at the road ahead as he drove home.  His wife beside him
    sat sore, exhausted and nude. Cheryl had instructed her to remain naked until
    she reached home.  She also told her to keep the cucumber inside her pussy
    during the ride and that she would find out if she had disobeyed.  Barbara sat
    and twirled the cucumber between her legs.  She wondered how long this would go
    on.  How long must she endure the humiliation and pain.  A feeling inside her
    told her it would go on and on.  She leaned back against the seat.  Her eyes
    closed and her mouth formed a wide grin as she dozed.

                               Part Three:  The Bitching

          Almost a month had passed since the accident and a little over a week had
    gone by since Barbara's visit to Cheryl's "party."  The flashbacks to the night
    of the accident had disappeared from her day to day life and she found it
    easier to accomplish all the chores expected of a modern housewife and mother.
    She had even stopped cringing whenever the phone rang.  She could never forget
    what happened at Cheryl's, but since that night, she hadn't heard from her.
    Barbara thought, or rather hoped, that Cheryl had enough fun with her and moved
    on to another phase of her life.  She couldn't help but recall the feelings she
    experienced on those occasions when she was forced to submit to Cheryl's whims.
    She was raised with high moral standards by deeply religious parents and their
    teachings were still deep within her.  Barbara felt utterly repulsed and
    disgusted with what went on during those meetings.  She felt even more guilty
    about the way her body seemed to take control over her mind at times. She
    couldn't understand the moments when she experienced those deep, lustful
    cravings even though she was consciously aware of her situation and
    humiliation.  She found it difficult to sleep at nights thinking about it.
    John, too, had changed.  Prior to all this taking place, they would have sex 4
    to 5 times a week.  It had always been in their bedroom, lights out and
    underneath the sheets -- the way sex was meant to be.  Since the party, they
    had sex on only one occasion -- in the bedroom, lights out, under the covers --
    but it was extremely intense.  Barbara couldn't really call it sex -- lust
    would be a better term.

          Her mind had switched back to washing the breakfast dishes when the phone
    rang.  Without hesitation, Barbara picked up the receiver and said "Hello."

          "Hi, Barbara.  How are ya' doing?"

          Barbara's heart quickened and her stomach did flip-flops when she
    recognized the voice of Cheryl on the other end.  Her face reddened with
    embarrassment, even though no one was in the room to see her.

          "I'm fine.  How about yourself?"  Barbara answered quickly and politely,
    even surprising herself with the calm, cool manner she had assumed.

          "Well..., to tell you the truth, I'm a bit disappointed right now.  I
    thought your punishment last week was enough to teach you how to show proper
    respect to your mistress."  Cheryl replied.

          "Come off it, Cheryl!"  Barbara defiantly spat back.  "You can't expect
    this charade to go on any longer.  How would it look if you were to go to the
    police as a witness a full month after the incident occurred?  John fixed the
    car so it's your word against mine and I just may tell them you attempted to
    extort money from me and this was your way of getting even for my refusal.  So
    stop playing games with me."

          "Who said anything about the police?  Besides, what makes you think I
    don't have anyone else to back up my story?  Ask your husband."  Cheryl paused
    a moment to let the last sentence sink in.  "But I'm sure you wouldn't like to
    see those pictures and that videotape of you floating around your neighborhood
    and John's place of work.  Maybe a nice 8 x 10 of you licking Pam's ass would
    look good on your father's night stand.  No, make it a nice big hanging collage
    of you licking other cunts and asses while pumping dildos and cukes up yours.
    That would be perfect for your parent's living room.  You better get your head
    on straight and realize who's in the driver's seat here.  I'm  not playing
    games with you, trust me on that."

          Barbara's mind went blank.  She had no answer.  One thing she  could
    never let happen was allowing her parents see any of those pictures.  She loved
    them dearly and that would hurt them terribly.  They'd probably disown her.  It
    would be almost as bad having them spread around town and John's office.  Her
    defiance left as quickly as it came.  "What did she mean when she said 'ask
    your husband'?" she thought.  Surely John wouldn't corroborate Cheryl's story.
    "Why would she say such a thing?"  Her mind was spinning around with no escape
    path in sight.  Barbara knew Cheryl had her over the proverbial barrel again.

          "Okay, Cheryl.  What do you want from me this time?"  Barbara responded
    in a murmur, sounding totally defeated.

          "Well, for starters, you had better start showing me the proper respect.
    Now I want you to tell me how sorry you are for treating me so poorly and what
    you are going to do to prove your sincerity.  I want you to plead for
    forgiveness and beg me to allow you to show your respect."  Once again, Cheryl
    was basking in victory. She could almost hear poor Barbara blubbering into the
    phone.

          "I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara began.  Her voice was but a low
    whisper  now, in her moment of despair.  "I promise I'll show you the proper
    respect from now on.  Please, Mistress Cheryl, let me prove my respect for you.
    I'll do anything you wish, Mistress Cheryl.  Please forgive me, Mistress
    Cheryl."  Barbara couldn't help but think how much she sounded like a little
    girl trying to get out of a spanking.  She had to swallow her dignity and go
    through with Cheryl's demands or face dire consequences.  Barbara also feared
    the punishment this time.  She had witnessed Cheryl's temper and dreaded the
    thought of being its target.  The paddling she took last week, along with the
    clothespins on her nipples, was bad enough.  She shuddered at the thought of a
    more severe form of discipline.

          "Tell me, Barbara, exactly just what you're going to do to prove your
    respect for me.  Tell me how you plan to please me.  Tell me in detail -- and
    use the right words -- or you'll loathe the day you were born!"  Cheryl was
    beginning to get annoyed with Barbara's "Miss Goody Two-shoes" attitude.

          Barbara's eyes started to fill with tears.  It was bad enough to have to
    do those things, at least she could think about something else while doing
    them.  Now she would have to think about them while she talked about doing
    them, out loud, to someone else.

          "I'm going to kiss and lick your... your... ass and... your... vagina.
    I'll... suck on your... breasts.  I'll do anything you ask me to do, Mistress
    Cheryl."

          "I don't believe you, girl."  Cheryl was pissed off big time.  "Vagina?
    Breasts?  You need a lesson on how sluts like you should talk.  We'll take care
    of that on Thursday, my place again, at 6 p.m. sharp.  Got it?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl"

          "Good.  Remember to get cleaned up nice.  It's supposed to rain so wear a
    raincoat -- nothing else, except a pair of slippers to keep your feet clean.
    I'll take care of your manners and vocabulary then." click.

          Barbara held the phone loosely to her ear in stunned silence. There was
    no doubt in her mind that Cheryl was very angry and she wondered what her
    tormentor had in mind for her on Thursday.  She thought back to the indignities
    she suffered on their last meeting and immediately became ill.   She gently
    hung up the phone, burst into tears and ran to her bedroom.  She laid on the
    bed and stared at the ceiling, crying, until she fell asleep.

          Later that evening, when the supper dishes were cleared and the kids put
    to bed, Barbara told John about Cheryl's phone call and the appointment she had
    made for Thursday evening.  He seemed to act in a nonchalant manner and only
    briefly looked up from the TV program he was watching.  His attitude and
    Cheryl's earlier remark about asking John raised suspicions in the back of her
    mind and she decided to confront him about it once and for all.

          "John?"  She paused in order to give her mind a chance to find the words
    for her inquisition.  "You don't seem at all concerned.  I mean, you haven't
    shown one emotion or another.  It's almost as if you knew all about it before I
    told you.  Did you?

          "Well, yeah."  John seemed unable to look directly at his wife as he
    spoke.  "Cheryl called me earlier today at the office to make sure that
    Thursday would be okay before she called you to set it up."

          "Oh?  And I suppose you just said 'fine'.  In fact, I'll bet you even
    tried to move it up a day so you wouldn't have to wait so long to see your wife
    treated like some paid whore.  How could you, John?  Don't you love me anymore?
    Do you have any feeling for me at all?" Barbara couldn't decide whether she
    felt more hurt or anger towards him.

          "Of course I love you.  Why do I have to tell you? If I didn't love you,
    I wouldn't have stayed with you all these years.  God knows I've had many
    opportunities to leave you, but I haven't yet, and I don't plan to now. For
    God's sake, Barbara, It's just that this whole business has put me a bad
    position.  I mean, there's nothing I can do to help you at this point.  I'd
    like to put an end to it right, but I don't know how.  Cheryl's got her hooks
    in you and she's not about to let go yet. I'm only being quiet to keep you from
    being hurt any more than necessary."

          John had measured his words.  Outwardly they were the words to say to his
    beloved wife, but inwardly he knew he lacked the strength to say anything to
    Cheryl. He had always been putty in a woman's hands.  Not that he'd subject
    himself to any of their bullshit, but he just couldn't be forceful with them.
    He envied Cheryl and the control she had over Barbara.  Besides, even though he
    was aware of how much it hurt his wife, he found this new scenario to be
    exciting.  Barbara was right in suggesting that he couldn't wait for the next
    session.  If only he could tell her just how much he enjoyed seeing her being a
    slave to another woman.  He glanced up at her eyes and saw that Barbara seemed
    to be a little more relaxed.

          Barbara thought about how ironic it was that John was attempting to
    prevent her from getting hurt, while she was going through all this to prevent
    him and the kids from being hurt.  She loved John and the kids dearly.  They
    were all that mattered in her life now.  If she lost any one of them, she
    couldn't bear to go on.

          "And what else did the 'mistress' have to say?" The word mistress rolled
    off Barbara's tongue in a sarcastic fashion.  "Did she say what she planned for
    the evening?"

          John felt uneasy talking about the conversation he had with Cheryl.  He
    did indeed know exactly what Cheryl had planned but promised not to tell
    Barbara anything about it, even if he had not promised he didn't think he could
    tell her what was in store for her.

          "Yeah.  She sorta went over a few things to get my approval I guess."

          "WHAT?  TO GET YOUR APPROVAL?"  Barbara was infuriated.  To think that
    bitch was conspiring with her husband to put her through hell, and he was
    approving every stage of her plan.  In  this fit of rage, she could have hit
    him with anything handy.

          "Well, not really my approval..."  John had slipped up and had to cover
    his blunder.  "It was more like she was telling me what she was gonna do --
    whether I liked it or not."

          "What does she have planned, John.  Tell me!"

          "I can't, Barb.  I promised Cheryl I wouldn't tell you anything.  I think
    I've already said to much."

          "YOU BASTARD!   For chrissakes, John, I'm your wife.  It's me, Barbara --
    not some fucking slut you're planning to degrade.  TELL ME!"

          "I said I can't.  Believe me you don't want to know anyway.  If Cheryl
    found out you knew anything, she'd make it harder on you"

          "YOU SON OF A BITCH!  You're afraid she'd go hard on you, aren't you?
    You're afraid she wouldn't let you watch any more, aren't you.  What's the
    matter?  Worried that maybe she won't sit on your lap and fuck you any more?
    YOU ROT IN HELL, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

          John sat and listened to his wife's tirade then watched her stomp out of
    the room and slam the bedroom door.  He sat and stared at the wall.  Deep
    inside he knew that she was right.  He was afraid that Cheryl would punish him
    by not confiding in him about, or letting him be in attendance at, the rituals
    any longer.  For a moment he wished none of this had ever happened, but then
    again, in a way, it was the best thing that had happened to him in his 7 years
    of marriage.

                                        ********

          The worst thing about late spring, Barbara thought, was the long days.
    As usual, the weatherman had been wrong and here she was dressed only in a rain
    coat and pair of household slippers on a beautiful sunny day, temperatures in
    the low 80's, on a porch in the middle of an apartment complex, in broad
    daylight for all the world to see.  She imagined the residents peering out of
    their windows staring at her.  She couldn't wait for Cheryl to open the door
    and let her in.  "What was taking so long?" she wondered.  Almost before she
    finished the thought, the door began to creak open.

          "Hello Barbara.  Hello John.  Right on time.  C'mon in."  Cheryl greeted
    the couple as though they were there for an afternoon tea.  She stepped aside
    to allow them to pass and couldn't resist a little pinch on John's ass.

          As Barbara entered the apartment, she noticed the kitchen door was
    closed.  In all the time she had known Cheryl, and as many times she had
    visited, she could never remember an occasion when that door was closed. She
    became aware of another presence in the room and looked to her left where she
    saw a lone gentleman sitting in a chair in the corner.  She had never seen this
    stranger before and didn't recall Cheryl describing anyone like him.  He was
    older than them, in his late forties, early fifties, and rather tall and
    slender.  He wore a very expensive suit and tie.  Barbara stereotyped him as
    the perfect example of today's business executive. He sat there with his hands
    clasped on his stomach, staring at Barbara.  His stare made Barbara feel uneasy
    and she shifted her eyes to the floor as she began to blush.  She heard Cheryl
    shut the door and felt her hand on the small of her back.

          "Why don't you sit on the sofa, next to me, John. Barbara, get rid of
    that coat and those slippers and assume the position."

          Barbara removed the coat then realized she had made a mistake by not
    taking off the slippers first because when she bent over to remove them she was
    exposing her naked rear directly at the stranger in the corner.  She tossed the
    articles into the corner and assumed her familiar position, directly in front
    of the sofa, facing John.  She wanted to reach out and hold his hand now. She
    wanted to tell him she was sorry for her outbreak the other night and that she
    believed him and loved him.  She wanted to, but the threat of additional
    punishment made it impossible to do at this time.  She made a mental note to
    tell him those things on the way home.  Her thoughts were interrupted by
    Cheryl's grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face the man seated in the
    corner chair.

          "Mr. Bryant, this is Barbara."  Cheryl smiled and spoke those words as
    though she was displaying a trophy she had won.

          "Yes, I recognized her immediately from the pictures you were showing me
    earlier."  Mr. Bryant made no attempt to stand or greet Barbara, just a casual
    acknowledgment of the fact that he recognized her.

          Barbara's face reddened again.  She knew that Cheryl had probably shown
    him the pictures taken at the last session.  Her humiliation at the hands of
    the younger woman was painful.  She wished she could sink down into the carpet
    and hide amongst the fibers. Instead, she just stood there, nude, hands clasped
    behind her head, legs spread wide open, displaying every part of her body to
    some perfect stranger.

          "Mr. Bryant, I know that I promised you a good show tonight, but..."
    Cheryl was addressing the guest again. "I found out this week that Barbara was
    in need of some further training.  If you don't mind, could we get that out of
    the way first?  You might find it very enlightening, if not entertaining."

          "By all means go ahead.  I won't mind the delay at all.  I'll just
    consider it part of the show and sit back and enjoy."  Mr. Bryant spoke without
    any emotion or hand gestures whatsoever, almost as though he were a mechanical
    man.  The look in his eyes, the look of lust, painted a different picture of
    him in Barbara's mind, however.

          "Thank you."  Having thanked Mr. Bryant, Cheryl directed her attention to
    Barbara standing next to her. "Mr. Bryant owns the company that Don works for,
    Barbara. He's the one that has  made it possible for us all to be together
    tonight, by seeing to it that Don is out of town on business.  Aren't you glad?
    I think that you should thank Mr. Bryant for his thoughtfulness."

          Barbara now realized how involved Cheryl had become in her plan to gain
    control and humiliate her.  To know she was plotting with Don's boss and John
    about the events about to unfold here tonight made Barbara think that this was
    no passing whimsy on Cheryl's part.  She wanted to say "Thank him?  I should
    strangle him!" but when she opened her mouth, other words came out.

          "Thank you, Mr. Bryant"

          "No trouble, really.  Actually, from what I hear, its I who should thank
    you for what you agreed to do for me."  Mr. Bryant's leer made Barbara shiver
    and sent goose bumps up her arms.

          Cheryl pulled Barbara's arm and positioned her in the center of the room
    facing the television.  She then turned on the set and inserted a tape into the
    VCR.

          "Okay, Barbara."  Cheryl began.  "I'm going to play this video tape, I'm
    sure you'll recognize it, and what I want you to do is tell everyone what part
    of your body is on display and what is being done to it.  Be careful to use the
    right words because if I hear a word that isn't proper coming from a slut like
    you, I'll gently remind you with this."  At that point Cheryl held up a long
    leather strap of about 2 inches in width for Barbara to see.  "And one more
    thing.  With each word, I want you to put your finger on that part of your body
    that you're describing.  For instance.  If you're describing your cunt, put
    your finger into your cunt.  If you say 'clitoris', spread your lips and place
    a finger on your clitoris.  Now if you're licking or sucking, then lick or suck
    your finger.  You needn't bother to describe what's being done in detail, we
    all can see that.  Just say the words and point.  Got it?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl"

          "I hope so, for your sake."  Cheryl grabbed the remote control and
    started the tape in motion.  After a few seconds of static, followed by
    Cheryl's fast forwarding past the beginning, the picture settled down and the
    scene of Beth shaving Barbara began to play on the screen.

          "She's shaving my... my... pubic mound." Barbara's right hand went down
    to her pubic mound and began to gently rub the area that had been shaven.  A
    sudden loud crack and an immediate burning sensation on her rump startled her
    and brought tears to her eyes.

          "That's a box.  Say it!"  Cheryl held the belt menacingly above her head
    ready to bring it down once again.

          "She's shaving my box."  Barbara hurriedly spit the words out before the
    belt had a chance to land again.

          For the next hour, Barbara found herself using the most vile words ever
    to spill from her lips.  "Cunt." "Asshole."  "Clit."  "Tits."  During that
    period her finger had explored every inch of her body and her ass had felt the
    sting of the strap several times.  She learned that her mouth was a
    "cocksucker" and her tongue a "pussy licker" or "ass licker"  She occasionally
    glanced over at Mr. Bryant and saw the same leering gaze on his face each time.
    She was dying of embarrassment and shame, but continued on with each stroke of
    the belt. At the end, when she was licking her finger, which was by now
    dripping from juices, she felt the most shame.  Her cheeks were almost as red
    as her face and felt like it had been stung by a thousand bees.  She had been
    able to hold back the avalanche of tears, which normally would be flowing by
    this time, by not having the time to feel her emotions.  Each time her mind
    began to think of her predicament, the belt quickly brought her back to the
    task at hand.

          John sat quietly watching his wife's training. Cheryl had called him at
    work earlier today to tell him about her conversation with Barbara and that she
    would have a "training" session tonight.  He went along with her thinking it
    would be another sexually charged display.  He was not prepared for this
    whipping his poor wife was taking and did not care for it at all.  At one point
    he was tempted to stop Cheryl, but thought it might be better if he waited and
    talked to her alone.  He was going to insist that this kind of punishment was
    not to occur again.  He knew Cheryl would resist, but in the end would concede.

          Finally, mercifully, Cheryl had turned off the tape and the TV screen
    went black.  Barbara was still licking her finger when Cheryl walked over to
    her and ordered her to assume the position, which she did.  Again, she was
    dragged over to face Mr. Bryant while Cheryl explained the next stage.

          "Mr. Bryant and I were talking last week and he confided in me that there
    were 2 things he had never been privileged to witness in person but would like
    to before he left this good earth.  One of those things is to see a woman
    perform oral sex on another woman."  Cheryl shifted her eyes from Mr. Bryant to
    Barbara.  "I thought, Barbara, that you would only be too happy to demonstrate
    your talented tongue for his benefit.  And then I thought it would be nice to
    really give him a show for his money and have you give me a complete tongue
    bath.  You, Barbara, are going to lick every inch of my body -- head to toe,
    front and back -- and pay particular attention to certain parts.  You do know
    what certain parts I'm talking about, don't you?"  Cheryl paused to wait for
    Barbara's reply.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  The words were spoken, but Barbara's mind was
    far away from this place.  This was horrible.  She hated the thought of licking
    another woman, especially in front of others and especially against her will.
    She had, of course, done it before and found it wasn't that bad, but the guilt
    that enveloped her afterwards was overbearing.

          "Well, I'm waiting.  What are the parts?"  Cheryl stood with hands on
    hips and foot tapping waiting for further evidence of Barbara's complete
    submission to her desires.

          "Your... cunt... and your... tits... and your... your... ass, Mistress
    Cheryl"  Barbara stammered. Her chin fell on her chest in complete shame.  As
    she looked down she noticed that her nipples were hard and sticking out.  It
    shamed her more knowing that everyone in the room was aware of the state of her
    nipples and that they all knew by now that her body was betraying her again.
    Yes, every corner of her mind felt shame and disgust at what she was about to
    do, but her body was obviously excited about it.

          "That's right!  You learn very well."  Cheryl mocked.  "Let's get started
    then, shall we?"

          Cheryl moved the coffee table in line with Mr. Bryant's line of sight
    then stood up and untied the sash holding her wrap dress closed.  Just as
    Barbara had expected, Cheryl wore nothing underneath.  She slipped the dress
    off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood with hands on hips
    and legs spread in front of Mr. Bryant, her pride in her body evident.  She
    began to recline on the table, then, as if just remembering something, arose
    again and looked at Mr. Bryant.

          "Please feel free to position yourself for a better view if you'd like.
    Also, you'll find a couple of Barbara's toys there on the lamp table.  If at
    any time you feel the urge to get actively involved, don't be afraid to use
    them."  Cheryl then repositioned herself on the table with her legs hanging off
    the end nearest Mr. Bryant.  She beckoned Barbara to her with a wiggle of her
    index finger.

          Barbara dropped her arms and knelt beside the table at Cheryl's side.
    Curious, she glanced at the lamp table alongside Mr. Bryant in hopes of
    catching a glimpse of what "toys" might be there.  Unfortunately, they must
    have been behind the lamp and  not in view, but Barbara guessed they were the
    same dildos and vibrators Cheryl had brought to her house the night the
    debasement began. She turned her head and directed her attention to Cheryl's
    nude body in front of her.  She dreaded having to do this dirty act but
    conceded that it would be better than another whipping.  Her poor backside just
    couldn't bear to be touched again.

          "Where should I begin, Mistress Cheryl?"  Barbara had never even seen or
    heard of a tongue bath before and was totally bewildered about where to start.
    She thought it better to ask than to do it wrong and risk further humiliation
    or pain.

          "Start at my head and work down, of course." Cheryl spat out, annoyed at
    Barbara's naivete.  "I certainly don't want that tongue on my face after being
    in all the other places it'll be."

          Barbara positioned herself at Cheryl's head and began licking her face at
    the hairline.  Her tongue slowly worked its way over Cheryl's eyelid and over
    to the ear where it began darting in and out of the passage in a sensual
    manner.  She continued back across the face to the nose and began the same
    darting motion on each nostril.  Barbara's mind began drifting.  She wasn't
    sure whether it was the perfume Cheryl wore,  the scent of her feminine sexual
    fluids, or a combination of the two, but she began to get aroused.
    Occasionally she would pop back into reality for a brief period, only to lose
    her shame to an overwhelming lustful desire once again.  She worked her tongue
    into and around the other ear and across the face once more.  As her tongue
    began to trace the outline of Cheryl's lips, Barbara noticed them parting
    slightly.  With each pass of tongue, the lips would part further until Barbara
    discovered she was deep inside of the  mouth, entwining her tongue with
    Cheryl's. She felt a hand on the back of her head holding her tightly against
    Cheryl's lips.  She briefly opened her eyes and saw that it was Cheryl's hand.
    She shut her eyes and continued with the kiss.  She thought it was the most
    intense, warm and meaningful kiss she had in years. A split second later, she
    realized that she was french kissing another woman while her husband and
    another man was watching.  Once again, she was overcome with shame and began to
    blush.

          Barbara eased her head back against the hand and slowly withdrew her
    tongue from the mouth of her one-time friend turned tormentor.  Her tongue
    restarted its journey across Cheryl's face to her shoulder, down the outside of
    one arm to the hand where she inserted each of Cheryl's fingers into her mouth
    and gently sucked them clean as she moved them in and out between her wet lips.
    Barbara was unaware of how sensual  her actions seemed to everyone in the room.
    When the last finger had been sucked, the tongue reappeared and began licking
    up the inside of the arm to the armpit where it began slow, circular motions as
    it darted in and out of her mouth to renew its moisture.  Barbara repeated the
    ritual with the other arm and hand.  The necessity of leaning across the naked
    body before her caused Barbara's nipples to brush across those of Cheryl's.
    With each slight brush of nipples, a light electrical shock surged through
    Barbara's entire body.  She started swaying her raised hips as an urgent need
    for satisfaction began building inside of her.  As she began working her tongue
    back up the inside of the arm, Barbara felt a pair of hands between her spread
    legs.

          Watching his wife locked in a steamy, wet kiss with another woman caused
    John's dick to swell.  He was mesmerized by the scene before him, completely
    oblivious to any other presence in the room until Mr. Bryant moved from his
    chair and kneeled behind Barbara's exposed buttocks.  John watched as this
    stranger began spreading his wife's ass and pussy and gently inserted a finger
    in first one opening, then the other.  He fought back an urge to masturbate
    there and then and just threw his head back and closed his eyes.  Within of few
    moments he felt his jeans being unbuttoned and looked down to find Cheryl's
    freshly tongued hand grappling for his throbbing dick.  He looked back at Mr.
    Bryant and saw that he was reaching for the vibrator.  As the stranger inserted
    the humming object into his wife's dripping vagina, John felt Cheryl's hand
    gently stroking his manhood.  He glanced at Barbara, now gently licking and
    sucking on Cheryl's breast, and back again to Mr. Bryant who had the vibrator
    completely inside Barbara.  His attention was drawn to Cheryl's face. who just
    looked at him with glassy eyes and a wide, slightly open, smile as she
    continued working her hand over his dick and balls.  The touch felt so good,
    John once again threw his head back and closed his eyes.

          Barbara continued licking and sucking Cheryl's breast as the aroma of sex
    filled her nostrils and had transported her into a make believe place far away.
    Whenever Mr. Bryant touched her tender behind, she would wince in pain and
    recoiled uncontrollably away from the source.  The vibrator working slowly, but
    methodically, in and out of her pussy had her sailing on a cloud.  She started
    to abandon her shame and inhibitions and now sought gratification from the
    instrument invading her body.  As she rocked her hips back and forth in rhythm
    with Mr. Bryant's strokes, she seemed to suck and lick with more vigor than
    when she had first started.  She finished one breast and traced a path with her
    tongue across Cheryl's cleavage to the other one which eagerly waited with
    nipple erect.

          John's moaning confirmed the effectiveness of Cheryl's gentle stroking.
    His mind wandered to thoughts of what was in store for his wife next.  Visions
    of the scene Cheryl had described to him over the phone flashed before his eyes
    as if they were already taking place. Cheryl, realizing John's impending
    orgasm, began stroking faster while he lifted his hips off the sofa and
    stiffened his entire body.  John felt the orgasm growing within him.  The small
    spasms occurring deep inside were a prelude to the explosion about to come.  He
    felt himself letting go and jerked wildly as his sperm raced to their imminent
    freedom.  He relaxed and opened his eyes to survey the mess he had made and was
    shocked to find that Cheryl held Barbara's head by her hair and had directed
    his stream of cum onto his wife's face.

          Barbara, lost in her dreams, and desperately needing to satisfy her own
    desires, hadn't notice Cheryl's hand gripping her hair.  Suddenly, her head was
    yanked painfully upward and she saw the head of John's cock within inches of
    her eyes.  Before she had time to react, the cock began spewing semen.  She saw
    it coming. As if time had slowed, the spout of liquid seemed to take forever to
    reach her face.  The first spatter landed on her left eyebrow and dripped down
    across her nose. Subsequent splashes landed on her lips, cheeks, nose and other
    eyelid.  She was literally drenched.  The sequence had snapped her back to
    reality and she became aware of Mr. Bryant's presence once more.  As she looked
    at John's spent penis being lovingly cradled by Cheryl's hand, she felt the
    vibrator being removed from her vagina and beginning to prod her anus.  She
    started to feel sorry for herself again.  She renewed her worrying over the
    possibility of losing John to Cheryl.  New tears began forming in the corner of
    her eyes as Cheryl released her head and ordered her to continue.  at that
    precise moment the vibrator slammed hard into her ass.

          Barbara continued licking Cheryl's body as Cheryl watched.  Her tongue
    had gone over the stomach and thoroughly reamed the navel before making its way
    down the outside of one leg.  At the foot, Barbara was careful to pay special
    attention to the toes.  She took each one into her mouth  and ran her tongue
    across and in between each digit before moving onto the bottom of Cheryl's
    foot, from whence it began the journey up the inside of the leg.  Once
    Barbara's tongue arrived at Cheryl's crotch, she worked across to the outside
    of the other leg and repeated her ritual until she was once more positioned in
    front of the drooling pussy.  She took a deep breath and began to work her
    tongue over Cheryl's labia.  As she spread the lips and began to work her
    tongue over the clitoris and deep inside the vagina, Barbara notice that the
    vibrator in her ass had been removed.  She momentarily glanced up and saw that
    Mr. Bryant had moved to Cheryl's side and was intently watching her lick pussy.
    Ridden with shame and guilt, Barbara closed her eyes and went on with her task.

          Cheryl watched Barbara licking her cunt and could tell by the way she
    performed her task that deep inside this straight-laced, average American woman
    was a lust craving animal waiting to escape.  Outwardly Barbara disliked her
    role as sex slave.  She was truly humiliated, shamed and demeaned by it.  The
    acts she had to perform were truly distasteful to her.  But in her
    self-conscious, hidden by years of prurient upbringing and training, lived a
    nymphomaniac waiting to be released.  The tears in Barbara's eyes told one side
    of the story while the gentle swaying of her naked ass told the other side.  It
    was plain to see that Barbara was beginning to let the woman inside her take
    control over her body again.  Under other circumstances Cheryl would like
    nothing better than to let the scene play itself out and watch Barbara have an
    orgasm while licking another woman's cunt.  It was one more thing to hold over
    her. Barbara felt more guilt, and was more embarrassed, when she had an orgasm
    in front of other people while performing, to her, these vile acts.  Yes, under
    other circumstances letting Barbara have an orgasm would be the right thing to
    do, but Cheryl was worried about Barbara's reaction to the next stage of her
    plans and felt it would go smoother if Barbara was in a  highly excited state
    craving release.  She beckoned Mr. Bryant's ear to her lips and whispered a
    suggestion in his ear.

          Barbara's mind was in a quandary.  She knew that what she was doing was
    wrong and disgusting, but, for some reason, she was enjoying it.  She worked
    her tongue in and out, licking the inner walls of Cheryl's vagina in a circular
    motion, and occasionally withdrawing it to flick at the clitoris.  She wanted
    her mistress to come. She craved the sudden flow of juices onto her waiting
    tongue and into her mouth.  The thought of it excited her more and she wished
    Mr. Bryant would have left the vibrator in her behind when he changed his
    position.  She wanted to reach back and massage her own pussy but feared the
    consequences of such action.  At the instant that she had decided to abandon
    her better judgment and plunge her fingers into her pussy, Barbara felt
    Cheryl's thighs begin to close and her head being pulled away from the warm
    nest between them.

          When Barbara opened her eyes to see why she had been interrupted, Mr.
    Bryant's cock promptly leapt forward and perched itself on her lower lip.  She
    was initially repulsed but then opened her mouth and let him enter.  She began
    sucking and moving her head back and forth.  She saw Cheryl, sitting up resting
    on her elbows, watching her every move and a quick glance to the side found
    John doing the same.  She hated this.  She had always disliked this part of sex
    and only gave in and performed it for John to appease him.  To have to do it
    for a stranger, in front of John and another woman, turned her stomach.  She
    wished she could just close her eyes and return to her former place, at
    Cheryl's vagina. Although repulsive, she could at least close her eyes and
    dream herself away again.  It didn't take long for Mr. Bryant to begin bucking
    wildly, signally his coming orgasm.  Another few moments of frantic head
    bobbing and Barbara felt his ejaculation hitting the back of her tongue and
    running down her throat.  Mr. Bryant immediately tucked away his penis and
    zipped his pants. It was over almost before it had started.  He plopped himself
    back into his chair completely exhausted.

          "Let's get back to work, shall we?"  Cheryl looked at Barbara's face
    covered with cum and pussy juice, then rolled over and laid on the table face
    down, legs spread. "Let's not take all night at this.  We've lots to do yet."

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara chortled.

          Barbara bent her head and began tonguing the back of Cheryl's neck.  Her
    mood interrupted and reality once again restored, Barbara worked her tongue in
    a more business like manner, covering Cheryl's body in rapid, long strokes
    until it was time to "pay particular attention" to the one remaining area.  She
    spread Cheryl's buttocks and began to work her tongue around the rim in
    preparation to forcing it into the hole itself. All at once, she felt someone's
    hand rubbing her pussy. Her eyes sprang open in surprise and she felt elated
    when she saw it was John.  He inserted a finger and began to work it in an out.
    Soon he inserted another finger, then another, and another.  Barbara's hips
    began rocking backward to meet the hand stretching her pussy to its limit.
    Each time she moved back the hand would push in deeper until it had reached its
    limit and the thumb would just barely enter her ass.  She began to quicken her
    pace on Cheryl's ass as she felt herself being overwhelmed by desire.

          Cheryl observed Barbara's state of arousal and decided it was time to go
    on. She motioned for John to stop his finger play and abruptly rolled over and
    off the table.

          "You've done very well, Barbara.  Don't you think so, Mr. Bryant?"
    Cheryl waited for Mr. Bryant's reply.

          "Exquisite!"  Was all Mr. Bryant could say.  He had become very excited
    watching Barbara tongue the wife of one of his employees and was equally
    pleased with the way she sucked him off.  He readjusted himself in his seat and
    stared at Cheryl waiting for what she had to say next.

          "Yes.  I think so too."  Cheryl replied, then directed her attention to
    the still kneeling Barbara. "Ok Barbara, do as well on this next show and we'll
    consider lightening your punishment.  Do poorly, though, and we'll increase it
    considerably.  It's your turn on the table.  Lie down, on your back, and spread
    those legs w-i-d-e -- off the sides.  I'll be right back."

          Barbara positioned herself on the coffee table with her legs spread as
    wide as she could spread them and hanging off the sides, as directed.  The
    mention of lightening her punishment made her eager to please, not to mention
    the fact that she was at the height of arousal and would do just about anything
    which would bring her to orgasm.  She watched Cheryl walk over to the dining
    room table, pick up a small jar and carry it  back.

          "I want you to take some of this cream on your fingers and spread it over
    your pussy for us Barbara." Cheryl removed the lid and offered the jar to
    Barbara.

          Barbara dipped her fingers into the jar and removed a generous amount of
    the cream.  She began rubbing it onto her pussy.  She had no idea what the
    cream was but assumed it to be a lubricant of some sort.  It seemed silly to
    her to have to lubricate her pussy.  After all, it was soaking wet and
    lubricated very well by her own juices.  She did as she was told, though and
    the rubbing brought even closer to orgasm.

          "You like playing with your pussy, don't you Barbara?  Go ahead.  Put
    your fingers inside and spread some in there too.  It won't hurt."  Cheryl
    smiled as she watched Barbara insert her fingers into her cunt.

          "You're hot aren't you Barbara?"  Cheryl continued. "I bet you can't wait
    to come can you?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  I want to come."  Barbara shamefully answered.
    She couldn't believe she had said that.

          "Go ahead.  Put some on your asshole too.  You enjoy having your ass
    prodded don't you?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara couldn't control herself any longer.
    Her finger found the tight bud of her asshole and jammed itself into it.  It
    felt good as she worked it in and out.

          "That's enough for now."  Cheryl grabbed Barbara's hand and yanked it
    away from between the slave's legs. "Hands behind your head!"  She ordered.

          Barbara, disappointed and frightened, clasped her hands behind her head.
    She  tried to bring herself to orgasm by squirming her hips against the hard
    surface of the table.

          "Lie still, slut!"  Cheryl's voice was threatening and Barbara's
    squirming stopped immediately.  "Do You know what that cream was?"

          "No, Mistress Cheryl."

          "Let's just say it was made for bitches like you. It basically is
    hormones and estrogen taken from female dogs during their fertile period.  It's
    used by breeders to get  the male aroused enough to do his job.  And that
    brings us to the next item on the agenda.  There is one more thing Mr. Bryant
    had never witnessed live that he'd like to.  You're going to do that for him,
    too.  Aren't you?"

          "Y-Y-Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Cheryl's description of the cream Barbara
    had just finished spreading over her pussy and ass had made her skeptical and
    afraid to consent, but she knew she really had no other choice.

          "Good.  Just give me a minute to set up the camcorder and we'll be
    ready."  Cheryl had prepared the video equipment beforehand and retrieved it
    from the dining room and set it in place behind Barbara's head, making sure she
    did not block Mr. Bryant's view.  She looked through the view finder and
    announced her approval.

          "That's perfect.  This should be a great tape.  Ok. I guess we're ready
    to begin."

          Barbara watched Cheryl walk out of the room and open the kitchen door.
    Within a minute or two she returned holding a large Doberman by it's collar.
    Barbara immediately knew what was expected of her.  In panic, she leaped off
    the table got down on her knees with her hands clasped, prayer like, in front
    of her face.  Tears began streaming down her cheeks.

          "NO!  PLEASE, NOT THAT!   I'll do anything else, honest -- anything!
    Please don't make me do this.  I CAN'T DO IT!  PLEASE!  PLEASE!"

          Cheryl suspected that Barbara might raise an objection to being fucked by
    a dog but she never dreamed it would be such a loud, hysterical display.  She
    was caught off guard and couldn't decide what to do.  She wanted to slap
    Barbara's face and order her back up onto the table, but she had all she could
    handle in keeping the dog, who had picked up the scent of the breeders cream on
    Barbara.  She walked over to the kneeling woman and reached down with her free
    hand and grabbed one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger and began
    squeezing.

          "Listen to me, slut!  If you know what's good for you, you'll get back up
    on that table and show Mr. Bryant what he came to see.  QUIT YOUR BLUBBERING
    AND GET UP THERE -- NOW!"  Cheryl's anger transmitted itself to her fingers and
    they were squeezing Barbara's nipple so hard that both, fingers and nipple,
    turned ghostly white.

          "No.  Please, Mistress Cheryl.  OUCH!  Please." Barbara bent down and
    pulled her nipple free from Cheryl's grasp.  She put her mouth onto Cheryl's
    bare feet and began kissing and pleading some more.

          John looked at Cheryl and noticed her bewilderment at the situation.  He
    got off the couch and went over to Barbara.  He put his hands under her arms
    and gently lifted her to her feet.  She was sobbing uncontrollably and was
    nearly in shock.  As he held her, the dog began sniffing her legs and working
    his cold nose into her crotch.  He pushed the dog aside with his leg and leaned
    his chin on his wife's shoulder and began whispering in her ear.

          "No, please John.  Don't ask me to do this.  It's an animal, for
    chrissakes!  I feel bad enough for what I've done -- don't turn me into a lowly
    animal.  Please, I beg you."  Barbara felt more at ease with John holding her
    tightly and her hysteria started to subside.

          "Please, honey.  Do it for me.  Forget about Cheryl and Mr. Bryant, do it
    for me.  It'll be over before you know it.  Do it before Cheryl gets any more
    pissed than she is.  Just close your eyes, block it out of your mind, and just
    do it.  You'll get through it, I promise."  John felt his wife calming down and
    hoped she would consent to do what she had been asked to.  Cheryl's "master
    plan" depended on pleasing Mr. Bryant and this is what Mr. Bryant wanted most
    to see.  He rubbed Barbara's shoulders and gently nudged her over to the table.
    He whispered "I love you." over and over into her ear as he softly applied
    downward pressure on her shoulders, forcing her onto the table.

          Barbara held her hands over her face and began wiping the tears off her
    cheek.  Her mind was a jumble of words and images and she could not think
    clearly about anything going on around her.  The words "I love you" kept
    echoing in her brain as she hesitatingly moved her legs toward the table.  She
    felt the edge of the table against her legs and a gentle pressure forcing her
    downward.

          "That's more like it!" Cheryl said in an agitated state.  "Now slide your
    body down so that your pussy is at the end of the table -- and keep those legs
    spread wide."

          Barbara slid down the table until she felt the border at the end press
    into her inflamed buttocks.  Her body trembled when she felt the cold nose of
    the Doberman sniffing her vagina and her reflexes caused her legs to begin to
    close.  Luckily, she caught them in time and spread them wide once more.  She
    soon felt the dog's tongue lapping at the cream she had smeared between her
    legs and, at Cheryl's command, she reached down and spread lips of her vagina
    to allow the beast better access.  She had her eyes closed and could only think
    about her predicament and how low she had become.  Her desire to have an orgasm
    had dissipated and she was left with a hollow, sick feeling in her stomach. Her
    actions were strictly in response to Cheryl's orders, as when she spread the
    cheeks of her buttocks exposing her cream covered asshole when told to do so.
    The licking at her pussy and ass would have brought her great enjoyment and
    relief had it been a man, or, for that matter, even another woman, but the
    image of the dog performing these acts sickened her.

          After what seemed like an eternity, but in actuality was but a few quick
    moments, of licking, the sex crazed dog began to mount her.  Barbara felt the
    weight of the animal on her body and its nails dig into her breasts.  She moved
    slightly in an attempt to shift the dog's weight and allow herself to breathe
    more freely.  At the sound of another command from Cheryl, she reached down and
    took the dog's penis in her hand and guided it to her opening.  She felt it
    slide into her followed by the lapping of the dog's tongue on her face. As the
    dog pumped furiously, Barbara thought about how different it felt.  It wasn't
    like a penis at all.  It felt more like a small rubber ball had been inserted
    inside her and was bouncing back and forth.  She felt something wet hit her
    lips and squinted her one eye open enough to see the Doberman tongue hanging
    out the side of its mouth and drooling profusely.  She closed her eyes again
    and prayed the ending of this degrading act would come quickly.

          Finally, the dog stopped pumping and just stood there with its penis
    still inside her.  Barbara squirmed her hips in an attempt to dislodge the
    animal's sex organ from inside her, but a low growl and a faint curling of the
    beast's lips convinced her that it was not the thing to do.  She remained
    motionless while the dog recovered from his exertion.  Soon she felt the dogs
    nails dig deeper into her breasts as he pushed himself up and off of her.
    Relief had come.  Not in the sexual way she had earlier desired, but in the
    knowledge that the greatest humiliation she had ever suffered was ended.  She
    lie waiting for further instructions, her eyes still clenched shut.  She was
    much to ashamed to open them and face the stares she knew would come from her
    husband and Mr. Bryant.  She heard the kitchen door close and exhaled deeply
    knowing that the animal had been put away again. As she heard Cheryl's bare
    footsteps returning to the living room and dismantle the video recording
    equipment, Barbara felt the dog's semen dribbling out of her vagina and making
    its way across her anus to the table top.

          "Well, Mr. Bryant, what did you think?  Did you enjoy it?"  Cheryl stood,
    totally naked, before Don's boss and addressed him as though she were fully
    clothed and chatting about a new movie.

          "Very much so.  Thanks Cheryl.  It was more than I had anticipated.  In
    fact, the entire evening has me about worn out.  Would you happen to have a
    cold beer handy?  I'm as dry as the desert."  Mr. Bryant grabbed his throat and
    twisted his head from side to side.

          "Of course I do."  Cheryl replied.  "Please forgive me for not offering
    you anything to drink sooner."  She looked at the reclining Barbara and issued
    another order. "Barbara, get up and get Mr. Bryant a nice cold beer. There's
    frosted mugs in the freezer.  While you're at it, get one for John."

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara answered as she swung her feet off the
    table and stood up.  She walked to the kitchen without so much of a glance at
    the two men in the room.  The Doberman was sound asleep in the far corner, much
    to her relief.

          Barbara returned to the living room carrying the two mugs of beer.  She
    stood in front of the chair and offered one to Mr. Bryant.  She couldn't force
    herself to look directly at his face but could see that he was staring directly
    at her crotch.  She immediately became aware of the wet dog semen still
    trickling from her vagina and down her leg and squeezed her thighs together in
    an attempt to hide it.  Mr. Bryant's smile indicated that he not only had seen
    the results of her escapade with the dog, but noticed her shame and attempt to
    conceal the evidence.  She turned and walked over to John and offered him the
    remaining beer.  He reached out with both hands and, as one grabbed the beer,
    the other closed over hers and caressed it briefly before returning to his lap.
    She looked up at his eyes and saw him smile and blow her a kiss.  For the
    moment, Barbara felt more at ease.  She hesitated for a moment then positioned
    herself in the center of the room, hands clasped behind her head, feet spread,
    eyes glued to John and waited.

          Cheryl retreated to the bedroom for a few minutes and returned carrying a
    grocery bag which she plopped down on the now empty, but damp, coffee table.
    She reached into the bag and withdrew some articles held by her clenched fist.
    She stepped over to Barbara and looked her up and down.

          "And now it's time to pay the piper for all your misdeeds, Barbara."  As
    she spoke, she gritted her teeth. "Let's see... there's your impertinence on
    the telephone with me the other day, your hysterics just a few moments ago, and
    failure to keep your pussy shaved.  Didn't we tell you at the party that you
    were present yourself cleaned and ready?"

          "No, Mistress Cheryl,  I mean Yes, Mistress Cheryl, but..." Barbara was
    confused.  She had bathed and groomed herself, but didn't recall being
    specifically told to shave her pubic area.  "I didn't think that meant shaving,
    Mistress Cheryl."

          "Well you didn't think right.  How about the enema. Did you give yourself
    an enema and douche before coming tonight?"

          "I douched, Mistress Cheryl, but I didn't know I had to give myself an
    enema."  Barbara began tearing again.  She had hoped for a light punishment,
    but it didn't appear as though that was going to be the case tonight.

          "Well, from now on, we'll have to give you one whenever we get together.
    Just to be on the safe side. You're like a little girl -- can't be trusted to
    do what you're told to.  Take your hands down and get your nipples hard for our
    guest!"

          Barbara's hands leaped from behind her head and began massaging her
    nipples.  Cheryl had reminded her of Mr. Bryant's presence and her face glowed
    red with shame. She thought about her buttocks and how much they still hurt
    from the earlier whipping with the belt.  She hoped she wouldn't be paddled
    again.  She looked at her breasts and saw the nipples beginning to firm up and
    stand out. She expected they would soon be subjected to the clothespins.

          "That will do."  Cheryl opened her hand in front of Barbara's eyes.  "I
    bought these just for you this week. Do you like them?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  Thank you, Mistress Cheryl" Barbara looked at
    what Cheryl was holding out.  They appeared to be metal clips with tiny teeth
    on the jaws and a small chain dangling from each one.  At the end of each chain
    was a snap to which one could attach things, or snap them together.  The teeth
    on the jaws looked menacing and she shuddered at the thought of them biting
    into her tender nipples.

          "Good."  Cheryl replied with a sneer.  "Because at the rate you're going,
    you're going to be wearing them an awful lot."  She stepped up and attached one
    of the clips to Barbara's right breast.  She smiled as she noticed the slave
    wince in pain as the jaws closed.  She attached the remaining clip to the left
    breast and seemed to take equal pleasure in watching Barbara wince and begin to
    cry.  She reached over and began searching through the bag again.  She
    retrieved a pair of metal weights with an eyelet on each one and held them up
    for Barbara's perusal.  "Pretty?"  She asked.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  The pain in Barbara's nipples was so great she
    could hardly speak.  She winced once more as Cheryl grabbed one of the chains
    and attached the weights to the snap.  Cheryl held it up high enough to tighten
    the chain and cause it to stretch Barbara's breast.  A big grin spread across
    Cheryl's face as Barbara recoiled with the pain and the tears flowed down her
    cheeks.  A bigger smile appeared as Cheryl suddenly released the ball and let
    it drop, pulling the chain even tighter.  Barbara heard a slight "ow" escape
    from her mouth, but shut her eyes and bit her lip hoping no one else heard.
    Cheryl repeated the ritual with the other breast.  Barbara was afraid to look
    at her tits. She was sure the clamps teeth had drawn blood.  Her nightmare
    peaked when Cheryl reached back into the bag and pulled out the paddle.

          "How many strokes do you deserve, Barbara?"  Cheryl smacked the paddle
    against her palm as she surveyed the trembling woman.

          Barbara remembered the last time she was asked and didn't answer.  She
    was determined that would not happen again.  She was tempted to say "None" but
    knew that would not be acceptable and might even anger Cheryl more.

          "Ten, Mistress Cheryl"  As she replied, Barbara felt her buttocks tighten
    and squeeze together, as if they were anticipating additional pain.

          "TEN?"  Cheryl appeared flabbergasted.  "I would think with your behavior
    lately that ten strokes would hardly be enough to teach you a lesson.  I was
    thinking of ten times ten -- 100 strokes.  What do have to say about that?"

          There was no way Barbara could withstand 100 strokes of the paddle
    against her already hurting behind. Her lips began to tremble as she tried to
    think of some way to convince Cheryl to lessen the punishment.

          "Please, Mistress Cheryl.  My ass is so sore from the belt whipping I had
    earlier, that I couldn't possible bear 100 strokes.  I'm not sure I can bear 10
    right now. Please have mercy on me, Mistress Cheryl.  I promise to keep my
    pussy shaved and to give myself an enema and douche from now one.  And, believe
    me,  I'll treat you with respect and won't ever refuse to obey again. Please,
    Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara hoped the use of dirty words would impress Cheryl
    and soften her up enough to be more lenient.

          "I'll tell you what I'll do.  I'll cut that to 10 strokes IF you do 30
    jumping jacks for us.  You must come to a complete stop at the completion of
    each jumping jack and allow the weights to fall completely.  Count each one,
    out loud, then go on to the next.  Do that and I'll reduce your punishment to
    10 strokes, but, mind you, they'll be 10 strong strokes.  Agreed?"  Cheryl
    looked at Barbara and waited for her reply.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  Agreed."  Barbara had forgotten about the weights
    attached to her breasts and wondered what would be worse.  Maybe, she thought,
    the clamps won't hurt as much as 100 strokes of the paddle. She was willing to
    risk it.

          "Ok.  Turn sideways so we all can see your titties bouncing and begin
    when you're ready."  Cheryl sat herself down on the sofa next to John and put
    her hand around the inside of his thigh.  She saw the look in Barbara's eyes
    and knew she had observed this maneuver. It delighted her knowing she was
    hurting Barbara as much mentally as physically.  That's what it was all about.
    Not the pain, but the submission to her every command.

          Barbara turned sideways and prepared to do her "exercise."  From this
    position she could see everyone in the room out the corner of her eyes and saw
    they were all looking at her.  She jumped and spread her legs wide and raised
    her hands above her head then jumped again and placed feet together, hands at
    her sides.  The weights fell with great force and she felt an excruciating pain
    shoot through her tits.

          "One."  Barbara counted as she cried.  Twenty-nine to go she thought.
    She tried to keep her mind off the pain as she prepared to jumped again.  She
    fixed her eyes on the cobwebs in the corner of the room.  Cheryl had never been
    much at housework, she thought.  Spending too much time thinking up ways to
    torture me.

          "Two."  Another one down. Then another, and another, and another.  With
    each jumping jack, the pain increased.  Barbara was sure her nipples were in
    shreds and was afraid to look.  She bit her lower lip and continued.  When she
    had completed 20, she thought she wouldn't be able to go on, but, for some
    reason, her body continued.  She looked at everything in the room during this
    ordeal -- especially Cheryl and John.  She was infuriated that Cheryl had not
    yet bothered to put some clothes on.  Here she was nude and loving up to her
    husband while she was being subjected to such brutal and degrading treatment.
    When she looked at the leering Mr. Bryant, she felt his burning eyes on her
    body.  She tried not to think of what her tits looked like bouncing up and down
    with chains attached, or about Mr. Bryant watching her vagina open wide with
    each Jumping Jack.  She gathered her strength and withstood the pain as she
    completed the last one.  Now, she remembered, came the paddling.  Once more her
    ass tightened at the thought. She returned to her original position and got up
    enough nerve to glance down at her aching nipples.  To her surprise, there was
    very little blood and, aside from looking very red and sore, there appeared to
    be no real damage.  She couldn't understand how there could be so much pain and
    so little visible damage.  She wondered if they would return to their original
    shape once the clips were removed.  She felt her ass twitch again and made a
    mental attempt to prevent them from doing it again.  She knew Mr. Bryant,
    seated behind her now, had his eyes glued to her naked, red butt and still felt
    embarrassed by it.

          Cheryl stopped rubbing John's crotch and went over to Barbara.  She had
    not expected her to last for 30 jumping jacks with the weights on the clips.
    She felt disappointed and vowed to get heavier weights for the next time she
    would need them.  She reached down and picked up the paddle as she looked at
    John and winked.

          "Now for the real punishment."  She said to the exhausted Barbara.  "I
    told you they would be strong ones.  The trouble is, I don't have the strength
    to administer 10 strong strokes.  My arm is sore from rubbing your husband's
    cock all night."  She watched Barbara's chin drop to her chest in despair.  "So
    I'll just have John do it."  She held out the paddle to John who was taken by
    complete surprise by this turn of events.

          John reluctantly took the paddle from Cheryl's outreached hand and stood
    up.  His hard-on was obvious to everyone including Barbara, whose eyes widened
    when Cheryl made that announcement.  He didn't know if he had it in him to
    spank his wife.  He had always been a softy with women and Barbara, although
    his wife, was no exception.  He positioned himself behind his trembling wife.

          "Now John I want you to know that if I don't think you're swinging hard
    enough, I'll not count that stroke." Cheryl teasingly egged John on.  "So, if
    you think anything of your wife, you'll give her 10 of the hardest smacks you
    can."

          Cheryl turned her head to Barbara.  She gazed at the frightened look in
    the girl's eyes and cupped her hand under her chin to lift her head slightly.

          "Barbara, bend over and put your hands on the coffee table.  Keep your
    legs spread and brace yourself. Remember to count each stroke out loud."
    Having said that, Cheryl returned to her seat on the sofa and awaited the start
    of the paddling.

          Barbara bent over as directed and felt the cool air on her puckered anus.
    She blushed again when she realized that her asshole was now completely visible
    to Mr. Bryant and her husband.  She realized, too, that her vagina, covered
    with dried dog cum and her own juices, was equally visible.  She felt some
    relief in knowing that the evening was coming to an end and she would be spared
    any further embarrassment -- until the next time.

          She felt the first strike land and she nearly lost her balance at the
    force of the blow.  Instantly her ass felt a burning, stinging pain.  "One,
    thank you."  She spoke, remembering to add the 'thank you' as she was told to
    the last time.  "Two, thank you."  By the time the tenth blow had landed,
    Barbara's face was covered with tears and the inside of her cheek was raw from
    her biting it in an attempt to brace against the pain.  She remained in her
    bent position as John went back to the sofa and sat down next to Cheryl.  She
    thought about standing up and assuming her normal position but her butt ached
    so much she didn't dare move.  "Better to wait for an order and give myself as
    much time as possible to recuperate." she said to herself.  She became aware of
    movement on the sofa and of someone walking towards her.

          "Stand up an assume your position!"  Cheryl barked the order out in a
    manner that left no doubt that she was aggravated.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara started crying all over again as she
    strained to get to her feet with as little movement of her buttocks as she
    could.  The tone of Cheryl's voice made her tremble and she prayed she had done
    nothing which would warrant further punishment.  She stood in the center of the
    room in her normal position wondering what would come next.  She had assumed
    the punishment would put an end to the evening's affair.

          "I bought you something else, Barbara, in honor of tonight's
    "deflowering", should we say?"  Cheryl reached back into her bag and withdrew
    another package.  This one was boxed and gift wrapped.  She handed it to
    Barbara and ordered her to open it.

          "Thank you, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara chortled as she took the package
    from Cheryl's hand.  She began to unwrap it and noticed the wrapping paper was
    a juvenile design depicting paintings from the Walt Disney movie of "Lady And
    The Tramp."  When she realized the significance of the paper, she blushed
    again.  Under the paper was a plain white cardboard box, similar to the kind
    used to package costume jewelry.  She opened the box and took off the top layer
    of cotton to reveal a rather large, black dog collar.  She removed the collar
    from the box and looked at it for a moment.  It was leather, about 3/4" wide
    with silver rivets running the length of it. Attached to the ring used to hold
    leashes and dog licences was a chrome metal plate shaped like a dog bone.
    Barbara flicked it over and noticed the engraving.  It read:

                                       My name is
                                        Barbara
                                      I belong to
                                         Cheryl
                                        887-2416

          Cheryl removed the collar from Barbara's hand and fastened it around her
    neck.  She took one step back to admire it.

          "I think it looks very pretty on you.  Yes, pretty and... and...
    fitting."  Cheryl grinned.  "Don't I get a thank you hug?"

          Barbara sobbed and leaned forward and wrapped her arms loosely around
    Cheryl.  She felt their naked breasts touch and Cheryl's arms go around her and
    pull her closer.  Cheryl's hands slid down to Barbara's burning cheeks and
    forced them open as her finger started to probe the opening between them.  The
    stinging touch caused Barbara to instinctively buck her hips forward to escape
    the pain, but it also forced her pubis to mash against Cheryl's.  Cheryl tossed
    her head back and smiled at Barbara before releasing her hold and stepping back
    again.

          "I'm glad you like it so much Barbara.  Not because I picked it out, but
    because you are to remove this collar only when you bathe.  Other than that, it
    remains around your neck -- no matter where you go, or what you do.  If I ever
    catch you, or hear about you, not wearing it, you will deeply regret it."
    Cheryl turned around and faced John.  "John, I want you to report any
    infraction of this rule to me immediately!  Promise?"

          John blushed.  He was caught in the middle and didn't want to side
    against either woman, but it seemed much more practical to agree to Cheryl's
    request at this time.

          "Yeah.  Sure, Cheryl."  He blurted out.  He looked at his wife who was
    staring at him with disbelief in her eyes.

          "Oh, I almost forgot.  There's something else I had made for your."
    Cheryl hurriedly returned to the bag and retrieved a small black picture frame.
    She held it up and instructed Barbara to read it aloud.

          Barbara swallowed and began reading the fancy, hand drawn, calligraphy
    within the frame.

          "Certificate."  Her vision blurred by the tears, Barbara continued.
    "This will acknowledge that Barbara L. Morris, having had sexual intercourse
    with a member of the canine family, and having said sexual intercourse
    witnessed by at least three persons, is hereby bestowed the title "BITCH" and
    shall henceforth be entitled to all the honors, benefits and shame such title
    brings"

          By the time Barbara finished reading, the glass on the picture frame was
    covered with her tears.  The reminder of her lowest point caused her stomach to
    turn. She had to fight back the vomit.

          "That..."  Cheryl broke in,  "should be on display where everyone can see
    it.  You have no idea how much a calligrapher gets to make up something like
    that.  Put it on your TV.  I'll be looking for it when I visit."

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara's head still hung down and her eyes
    looked at the certificate she held. The collar was bad enough, the certificate
    sitting on her living room TV would be impossible to hide from company. She
    began sobbing uncontrollably.

          "Speaking of visiting,"  Cheryl was reveling in Barbara's misery and was
    not about to let up so soon. "we'll pick you up on Tuesday at about 10 o'clock.
    John will be at work and the kids in school so that will give us some time to
    do some shopping for things you'll be needing.  Do me a favor and go out Monday
    and buy yourself one of those real short mini skirts all the kids are wearing
    today.  You know, the ones that barely cover your ass.  Just get a plain white
    blouse to go with it. You needn't bother with any lingerie or underwear -- you
    won't be needing them.  Get yourself ready, but don't get dressed until we get
    there.  We have to give you the enema, you know.  That reminds me.  Make sure
    you have a good 2 quart enema bag available.  Other than that, I'm through for
    tonight.  Sit down on the floor right there, cross your legs Indian fashion,
    and wait until we say good bye to Mr. Bryant."  Cheryl then looked over at Mr.
    Bryant.

          "Mr. Bryant, I certainly hope you enjoyed yourself tonight and that you
    saw everything you wanted to."  She addressed him in an overly polite manner
    and with a big smile.

          "I certainly did, Cheryl."  Mr. Bryant got up from his seat and shook the
    wrinkles out of his pants legs. "I saw more tonight than I ever dreamed of
    seeing in my lifetime.  If you don't mind, I'd like a copy of that video tape
    when you can get around to making one."  He started to the door, hesitated and
    looked back at Cheryl. "Can I talk to you a minute?"

          "Of course."  Cheryl replied.  "Just let me throw something on and we'll
    talk outside."  She ran to the bedroom and returned wearing a robe and
    slippers.

          Barbara sat on the floor looking straight ahead at John.  Behind him was
    a window through which she could observe the heads of Cheryl and Mr. Bryant.
    Whatever they were talking about seemed to please Cheryl immensely.  She
    watched Cheryl jump up and down and throw her arms around Mr. Bryant and kiss
    his face wildly.  She was about to say something to John when she noticed the
    couple break up the conversation and Cheryl walking back to the apartment.

          "GREAT NEWS, EVERYBODY!"  Cheryl burst through the door dancing.  "Mr.
    Bryant is going to give Don that big promotion.  Isn't that wonderful?"  She
    didn't wait for a reply.  "Better yet, He's being transferred to Denver to run
    that office.  Don's always dreamed of living in Colorado."  She glanced over at
    John and formed an "o" with her thumb and forefinger.

          Instantly Barbara felt a great sense of relief.  If Don and Cheryl moved
    to Denver her ordeal would be over and she could go back to her normal life.
    She was elated.  She rolled her eyes towards John and smiled when she noticed
    him look at her.  She had become so excited she even bounced off the floor.
    Big mistake.  The landing made her butt sting like it had just been whipped all
    over again.

          "Look, John.  I've really had it for tonight.  I think I'm going to turn
    in and dream about Don in Denver. Don't think I'm rude."  Cheryl walked over
    and stood in front of Barbara and opened her robe.  "How about a little good
    night kiss, Barbara."

          Barbara looked up and saw Cheryl's vagina directly in front of her face.
    She moved her hands up and spread the lips and moved her head towards it.  She
    had come to accept kissing and licking another woman's vagina.  After what she
    had been through tonight, it seemed like a perfectly natural thing to do.  She
    slipped her tongue inside and began lapping.   After a moment, Cheryl closed
    her legs and moved away chuckling.  She had won again, Barbara thought.  She
    got up, put on her rain coat and left, John following right behind.

                                       *********

          Once in the car, Barbara couldn't wait to tell John how relieved she was
    to know that Cheryl would be moving to Denver.  She was amazed when he had
    absolutely no reaction.

          "Aren't you happy that she's leaving?"  Barbara asked.  She closed her
    eyes, afraid of what the answer would be.  After all she'd been through, she
    couldn't bear to lose John.

          "Let's not count our chickens."  John sounded somber.  "We're not sure
    Don will accept the promotion and transfer yet.

          "What do you mean?  You heard Cheryl say he had dreamed of living there."

          "Yeah"  John just kept looking at the road ahead.

          "John, I've got to know.  Please be honest with me. Do you really love me
    or has Cheryl gotten to you. Please, I've got to know the answer."

          John thought for a moment then pulled the car over to the side of the
    road.  He turned sideways and looked directly at Barbara.

          "The truth, Barbara, is this.  I have always loved you.  You have given
    me everything I could ever hope for. I will always love you.  Have no fear,
    Cheryl will never be able to replace you."

          "Thanks John.  You have no idea how much that means to me.  At times it
    seemed to me that you were actually enjoying all of this."

          "To tell you the truth, I am.  Let's face it.  Our sex life the last few
    years has been hum drum, at best. This has excited me.  Cheryl's power over you
    excites me. Maybe I'm kinky, but I feel sexier now than I ever have. I'm sorry
    if that's not what you want to hear, but that's the way it is.  Given a choice,
    I'd rather go on like this than to return to the way it was."  John turned back
    and stared out the windshield.  He had finally confessed his true feelings to
    Barbara.

          Barbara sat stunned.  For the longest while she did not know what to say.

          "And what about me?  You say you love me, but have you no concern for my
    feelings?"  She looked at his profile and waited for his reply.

          "For chrissakes Barbara.  What about you?  You act like you're the only
    woman on Earth who's done those things.  Aside from the punishments, and I'm
    going to talk to Cheryl about that when I call her tomorrow, you haven't been
    physically hurt at all."

          A knot formed in the bottom of Barbara's stomach. It sounded like he
    talked to Cheryl on a daily basis. And what about Cheryl asking him to inform
    her of any rules infraction she commits.  Was there something going on?

          "All right, John, what's going on between you and Cheryl.  Do you two
    plan these things with each other? How could you?  Just exactly what do you
    know that you're not telling me?"

          John turned the key and started the car.  He pulled out onto the highway
    and drove, aware of Barbara staring at him, waiting for an answer.

          "Cheryl plans everything.  I have nothing to do with that.  She called me
    a couple of times to let me know what she had planned, but never asks for my
    ideas. I wouldn't have any anyway.  I knew about her plans for tonight, and
    that she wanted to impress Don's boss so that he'd give Don that promotion.
    But I had nothing to do with the plans."

          "And you didn't object when she brought up the dog thing?"  Barbara was
    dumfounded.

          "NO I DIDN'T!  To tell you the truth, I've always wanted to see that
    myself.  I don't think she'd listen if I did object.  She's not exactly an
    understanding person. Now, please, don't ask me anymore questions.  I promised
    Cheryl not to divulge anything to you and I plan to keep that promise.  I
    really don't want to lose you, but if it comes down to it, I'd have a tough
    time deciding.  The decision is your's.  You can go on like this and still stay
    married to me and have a nice home for your kids, or you can put an end to it
    -- and pay the consequences. It's your decision.  Make it!  Just leave me
    alone.

          The rest of the drive home was long and quiet. Barbara thought about what
    John had said.  As the time passed, she began to feel sorry for him.  She knew
    he was a good man and this mess have him on edge and confused. If need be, she
    would go on and on like this before she lost him and the kids.  Her consolation
    was hearing him say how much he cared for her.   As the car pulled into the
    drive, she touched his hand.

          "I love you, John.  I'll do anything for you."  She whispered.

          That night, after Barbara had showered and cleaned herself up and gone to
    bed with John, they had sex. GREAT SEX!  Barbara had finally gotten the relief
    she had craved earlier.  When she slept, she dreamt of Cheryl.

                                 Part Four:  The Outing

          Barbara stood staring at the outfit she had purchased for today's
    shopping trip with Cheryl.  The black leather mini-skirt looked like it
    belonged on a 12 year-old, not a woman her age who was the mother of two. When
    she tried it on at the store, she had to buy a smaller size just to get the
    effect of 'barely covering your ass' that Cheryl had directed her to buy.  It
    did barely cover her ass.  If she were to bend over or reach for anything, the
    skirt rode up and exposed everything worth covering.  The blouse she chose was
    a plain, button front, white cotton.  After she had gotten it home, Barbara
    noticed the fabric was so thin that she could see her hand through it.  God
    only knew what it would be like when she put it on without a bra.  She was
    going to exchange it for a more conservative one, but could not find the time
    to do so.  She rationalized that, with this skirt, who would be looking at the
    blouse anyway.  She exhaled deeply and placed the outfit on hangers so they
    would be ready to put on when Cheryl arrived.

          As she was under the warm mist of her shower, Barbara thought back to
    what Cheryl had said about today's trip.  Barbara swore Cheryl kept saying 'we'
    will do this and 'we' will pick you up, etc.  She wondered who the 'we' were.
    She knew that one person was obviously Cheryl, but who, and how many others?
    She wondered if they were the same girls that were at Cheryl's the night she
    served as maid and whatever.  She hoped not.  She doubted she could face, let
    alone talk to, them ever again.  She kept wondering as she grabbed the razor
    and began shaving between her legs.  When completed, she rinsed one final time
    and stepped out of the shower to dry off.  On the vanity was her douche kit.
    She readied everything, douched and cleaned the nozzle and bag before putting
    it away.  As an afterthought, she took the enema bag she had also purchased
    yesterday and cleaned it thoroughly in preparation for later use.  As she
    cleaned, she wished she had told Cheryl that she had indeed given herself an
    enema before arriving for Mr. Bryant's private show.  If she had done so, she
    would have been spared the embarrassment of having to have another woman
    administer it to her in front of others.  "What's done is done." she mused
    while putting the bag and accessories back into the box.  She slipped the dog
    collar around her neck, studied herself in the mirror for a moment, put on her
    robe and clicked off the light as she left the room.

          Barbara walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock.  "45 minutes to
    go." she said to herself. "Nothing to do now but wait."  She poured herself a
    glass of Coke and sat down at the table to pass the time.  She thought about
    John and the conversations they had over the weekend.  He seemed like a new man
    since they left Cheryl's.  He was still loving and caring but he sported a more
    open air about him.  She had never known John to be so open and straight
    forward with her before.  He made it absolutely clear to her that he was
    satisfied with the status quo and, though he felt sorry for her having to put
    up with Cheryl's domination, she was the one ultimately responsible for it.
    She had to agree.  One thing was certain.  His appetite for sex had certainly
    increased.  Every time the opportunity presented itself, he was grabbing her
    breasts or shoving his hand up her dress.  She was happy to see the improvement
    in their relationship.  At least something good has come out of all this.  As
    for herself, there were times when she was willing to risk everything and tell
    Cheryl to go to hell, but then her fear of the consequences of such action
    prevented her from doing so.

          As she sat thinking about John's kiss good-bye and his wishing her luck
    before he left for work, Barbara heard the slamming of car doors.  She peered
    out the back window and noticed Cheryl, Beth and another girl she didn't
    recognize walking to her door.  She wasn't sure whether she should greet them
    in her robe or to remove it and answer the door nude.  As the first wave of
    shame came over her, she decided she would leave the robe on. She walked slowly
    to the back door and opened it just as the trio had approached.

          "Hi, Barbara.  I see you've gotten yourself all ready."  Cheryl said as
    she filed past Barbara.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl"  Barbara's voice seemed to have left her and the
    reply came out a mere whisper.

          Cheryl stopped dead in her tracks, turned and looked at Barbara as the
    others filed through the open door.

          "What's that you said?  Speak up!  I can barely hear you."  Cheryl spoke
    with raised eyebrows.

          Barbara cleared her throat and attempted to reply again.

          "I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl.  I said 'Yes, Mistress Cheryl.'."  Her
    voiced now boomed.  Barbara felt embarrassed about both replies.  She looked at
    the Beth and the other girl staring at her.  The newcomer seemed vaguely
    familiar to her, but Barbara just could not place the name with the face.  She
    closed the door and led her guests into the kitchen.

          "Barbara, I know you remember Beth but do you remember who this is?"
    Cheryl wrapped her arm around the girl.

          Barbara looked the girl up and down.  She appeared to be in her late
    teens, early 20's.  Her skin was perfect.  It flawlessly covered her 5' 4"
    frame in a tautness one only saw in younger women.  Her breasts, while not
    exceptionally large, were ample for a girl her size and seemed to be about the
    same size as her hips. Barbara remembered the green eyes but still could not
    put a name on the girl in front of her.

          "I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl, I know I know her, but I can't seem to
    remember her name."  Barbara was still quizzically looking at the girl as she
    answered Cheryl.

          "Shame on you.  This is June Webster.  I ran into her while shopping one
    day and we started talking about old times.  Your name came up and she said you
    used to baby-sit her when she was younger.  Well, she's 18 now, and planning to
    enter college this fall.  When I was planning this outing, I thought it would
    be a good idea to bring her along.  She jumped at the chance."  Cheryl had that
    knowing look in her eye and smirk on her lips.

          As soon as the name was mentioned, Barbara remembered June.  She
    remembered her as the most precocious, spoiled and misbehaved little brat she
    had ever had to baby-sit.  She remembered that June had a brother, one year her
    junior, who was just the opposite. As a matter of fact, Barbara recalled, she
    thought he had somewhat of a crush on her.  That was years ago, Barbara
    thought.  She imagined how June reacted when Cheryl told her about her 'sex
    slave', and was sure she jumped at the chance to get even at Barbara.  Of all
    the people Barbara had ever known, none would look forward to torturing and
    humiliating her more than June Webster.

          "Yes.  Now I remember.  How are you June?"  Barbara put on her best happy
    face as she greeted June.  "And how is Paul, your brother?"

          "Paul and I are very well, thank you Barbara.  But haven't you forgotten
    something?"  The girl looked straight at Barbara and returned the phony smile.

          "What's that?"  Barbara tried to remember some detail that June was
    referring to, but couldn't come up with a thing.

          "Well ... from what I hear ...,  It should be 'Mistress June'."

          Beth broke out in heavy laughter as Barbara reeled backward from the
    shock.  Cheryl, too, had to laugh at the boldness June displayed to her former
    disciplinarian.

          "She's right, you know."  Was all Cheryl could say before breaking up
    again.

          Barbara regained her composure and glared at the kid.  "She hasn't
    changed one bit." she thought. Remembering her situation, Barbara knew she
    would have to be on her best behavior today in order to avoid the wrath of this
    kid from hell.  She bit her tongue and replied in her most courteous voice.

          "I'm sorry, Mistress June."  The words 'Mistress June' shot from her
    mouth like an arrow aimed at a villain's heart.   "It won't happen again.  I
    was so glad to see you again that I forgot where I was."

          "You didn't forget where you are.  You forgot who you are."   Again June
    returned the arrow.  "But I'll forgive you.  I know how happy you are to see me
    here.  I just know this is going to be a perfect day."  The sarcasm in June's
    utterance was evident to everyone present.

          Cheryl was taken aback by June's brashness and began to have second
    thoughts about  inviting her along. It seem to her that June was attempting to
    control the day and Cheryl didn't want that to happen.  Barbara was hers -- all
    hers.  She might not object to loaning Barbara to someone temporarily, As Mr.
    Bryant had suggested to her yesterday on the phone, but it had to be understood
    that Cheryl, and only Cheryl, had absolute control over her.  She decided the
    time had come to assert her authority and she stepped in front of June to
    address her slave.

          "We had better get a move on here.  Look at the time.  Remember we have
    to be back by 2:30, at the latest, so you can be here when the kids get home.
    Let's get that robe off so I can check to see if you're ready." Cheryl grabbed
    the robe's sash and, with one tug, pulled it free from the robe.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara slid the robe off her shoulders and laid
    it over the back of a chair.  She shot a quick glance at June and noticed the
    smirk on the brat's face.

          "C'mon, we don't have all day!  Assume the position!"  Cheryl admonished.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara clasped her hands behind her head and
    spread her legs.

          Barbara noticed that June had moved to a position directly in front of
    her.  Embarrassed at her very obvious station within this circle, she looked
    past the young girl and out the window behind her.  She felt Cheryl rubbing her
    freshly shaved pubic mound and bend over to examine it.

          "Very good.  You remembered to shave this time. Did you douche?"  Cheryl
    peered up from her vantage point at Barbara's thighs to look the young
    housewife in the eyes.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara's face was getting redder and redder.

          "Let's check, shall we?  Spread those pussy lips wide open so I can see
    how clean you are."  Cheryl's actions were clearly designed to display her
    power over, and to humiliate, Barbara in front of the newcomer in the group.

          Barbara reached down and spread the lips of her vagina as directed.  She
    kept looking straight ahead as Cheryl's finger prodded the outer edges of her
    vagina before forcefully plunging deep inside.  She felt the finger withdraw
    and saw Cheryl stand up holding it to her nose.  The next thing she knew,
    Cheryl's finger was poised on her lower lip.  Barbara knew what was expected of
    her and opened her lips to accept the moistened digit. She saw Cheryl gloating
    as she moved the finger in and out of her mouth,  She glanced back at June who
    seemed deeply absorbed in the entire scene as she watched Barbara's face for
    any reaction.  Barbara's eyelids closed for an instant and she felt a tear form
    in the corner of one eye.  She heard Cheryl proclaim 'very good' as the finger
    withdrew.

          "Go get your enema bag, and bring out the outfit you bought for today.
    I'd like to take a look at it before you put it on."  Cheryl barked the order
    out like a grade school teacher.

          Barbara hurried out of the kitchen and returned within minutes carrying
    two wooden hangers, upon which her outfit hung, and the box with the enema bag
    inside. She hung the clothes on the trim around the doorway leading to the
    living room and handed the box to Cheryl before re-assuming her position.  She
    watched Cheryl hand the box to Beth and disappear behind her, she assumed to
    check her new clothes.  Her eyes followed Beth as the nurse opened the box and
    spilled the contents onto the table.  Beside the bag and hose, the kit
    contained 3 nozzles.  One nozzle was the adult enema nozzle, another a juvenile
    enema nozzle and the third, longer, thicker, ribbed nozzle was meant to be used
    as a douching nozzle. Beth surveyed all three before picking up the douche
    nozzle and attaching it to one end of the hose.  Barbara wanted to tell her
    that she had the wrong nozzle, but kept quiet.  She was determined to avoid any
    punishment whatsoever today.  She'd be damn if she give June the satisfaction
    of watching her get spanked.

          Beth attached the other end of the hose to the bag and adjusted the clip
    to prevent water flowing through it.  When satisfied that everything was in
    good working order, she strode over to the sink and began to fill it up with
    cool water.  She noticed the dish detergent on the counter and decided to add a
    generous amount to the water.  When the bag was stretched to its maximum, she
    turned the water tap off and screwed the stopper into the top then turned
    around to look for Cheryl.

          "I'm all ready to go.  Where are we going to do this?"  She asked, when
    she noticed Cheryl standing to the side, and slightly to the rear, of Barbara.

          "Oh, I think the table will do fine."  Cheryl replied.  She put her hand
    in the small of Barbara's back and gave a little shove.  "Go Lean over the
    table, feet on the floor and spread apart, of course."  She ordered.

          Barbara stumbled over to the table and placed herself as directed.  At
    Cheryl's command, she reached behind and spread the cheeks of her butt wide
    apart exposing her opening.  A moment later she felt the nozzle probing it.
    She was suddenly aware that neither the nozzle, nor her anus, had been
    lubricated.  Just as she was going to yell "Wait", the nozzle broke past the
    tight barrier and was inside her.  She nearly lost her grip on her buttocks as
    she recoiled from the pain.  The sharp pain was followed immediately by the
    sensation of cool liquid filling her bowels.  Within a couple of minutes,
    Barbara started to feel the discomfort of being filled. She struggled to hold
    all the liquid in and, in the process, her teeth clenched her lower lip.  The
    volume of liquid within her distended  her lower abdomen and the pressure was
    tremendous -- too much for her to bear.

          "Please, Mistress Cheryl.  May I speak?"  Barbara pleaded with tear
    filled eyes.

          "What is it?"  Cheryl answered, annoyed by the interruption.

          "I ... I can't hold any more.  I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl, I just can't!"
    Her agony clearly showed on Barbara's face.

          Cheryl look at Beth who just shrugged her shoulders and pursed her lips.
    With a nod of Cheryl's head, Beth clicked off the flow control and began to
    remove the nozzle.

          "Oh, wait a minute before you take that out." June interrupted while
    frantically rummaging through her oversized purse.  "Can I just get one picture
    of this? I'm sure Paul would like to see what Barbara looks like after all
    these years."

          "Make it quick, and just one!"  Cheryl answered. She found the idea of
    June showing a picture of Barbara, in this position, to Paul amusing.

          Barbara watched as June positioned herself for a side-view photo of her.
    Her face was looking directly at the camera when the flash went off and caused
    instant blindness.  She closed her eyes and cried a little more. She had been
    psyching herself up for this day all weekend.  When she kissed John goodbye
    this morning, she thought that she was mentally prepared for anything that
    would happen today, and was determined not to show her embarrassment or pain to
    anyone.  She hadn't planned on June, however.  Her presence here had completely
    undermined all of Barbara's mental conditioning.  When she reopened her eyes,
    she saw June and Cheryl huddled around the picture in June's hand waiting for
    the development process to complete itself.  They looked like two school kids
    looking at a National Geographic magazine.  She turned her head and faced the
    other direction while Beth slowly withdrew the enema nozzle from her.  She
    heard someone, she thought Cheryl, tell her to go relieve herself and get
    cleaned up again. Barbara didn't have to be told a second time.  She quickly
    ran from the table to the bathroom amidst the laughter of the other girls.

          As Barbara reentered the kitchen she noticed the girls all looking at the
    picture and laughing.  She saw June look up at her and drop her head back while
    she exclaimed how much her baby brother is going to enjoy the picture she took.
    This was the first occasion of this sort where John was not present to lend
    Barbara at least some moral support.  Feeling completely lost and without hope,
    she re-assumed her position and waited.

          "C'mon, girl.  Let's get a move on."  Cheryl clapped her hands together
    as she spoke.  "We don't have much time to do what we have to and be back in
    time for the kids.  Get your clothes on and let's get out of here."

          Barbara scurried to her clothes and began dressing. When she put the
    blouse on, she saw that it was much worse than she had imagined.  Her darker
    nipples were clearly visible through the white material and, worse, the
    brushing of the material against them made her nipples more erect and much more
    noticeable.  She was sorry now that she had not taken the time out to return
    the blouse to the store and pick out another one.  She wiggled into the skirt
    and noticed it, too, was worse than she had remembered.  If she stood straight
    up, with hands at her sides, and did not move, she felt the hem of the skirt
    hit her near, but not quite at, the bottom of her cheeks.  She took a deep
    breath and tried to push the waist down a little further, but it was a futile
    attempt. As soon as she inhaled again, the skirt was right back in place.  The
    tears started again as Cheryl grabbed her arm and spun her around for the girls
    to see.  As a final insult, Cheryl unbuttoned one more button on the blouse
    proclaiming that everyone should be able to see her 'pretty necklace'.  Barbara
    also noticed that anyone as tall as she, or taller, would also be able to see
    her entire breasts without craning their neck.  She wondered how in the world
    she could ever go out in public dressed like this.  She knew she would surely
    be arrested.

          Barbara locked the back door and walked over to the car where Cheryl was
    holding the door open for her. Cheryl instructed her to sit in the back.  She
    blushed as she bent to enter the back seat of the 2-door car and Beth whistle
    indicating Barbara's privates were in clear view.  She heard June giggle a
    little girl giggle and she gritted her teeth as she sat down.  Beth crawled in
    beside her while June went around the car and sat in the front next to Cheryl,
    who was the driver.  As Cheryl looked out the rear window prior to backing out,
    Beth grabbed Barbara's knee and spread her legs apart. Barbara complied in
    silence.

          During the drive, the three girls chatted about everything under the sun,
    except about Barbara and what they had planned for the day.  Barbara would have
    joined in the conversation, but was afraid to speak without asking permission,
    and decided that what she had to say wasn't worth the additional embarrassment.
    Her silence was first noticed by Cheryl.

          "Why so quiet, Barbara?"  Cheryl asked as she viewed Barbara through the
    rear view mirror.  "Doesn't our conversation interest you?  Or do you have
    other things on your mind?"

          Before Barbara had the opportunity to answer, Beth chimed in.

          "Oh, I know what Barbara has on her mind."  Beth giggled.  "I have what
    interests her right here."  Beth began searching through her pocketbook and
    finally pulled out a dildo which closely resembled a male penis in looks and
    feel.  She held it up and asked Barbara "Is this what interests you, Barbara?
    Is this what you want?"

          Barbara appeared to be at a loss for words and did not know how to answer
    the question.  She saw Cheryl looking through the mirror again and noticed that
    June had spun around and was watching with glee.  That object certainly was not
    what Barbara had on her mind, but if she answered negatively, it might be taken
    badly, or something more vile would be brought up.  In a panic, she answered
    the safest way she knew.

          "Yes, Mistress Beth."

          "Well then, you shall have it.  But first, let me 'flavor' it a bit for
    you."

          Barbara watched as Beth put the dildo under her own dress and sat back
    with a large grin as her arm moved back and forth a few strokes before
    reappearing with the dildo, now dripping with aromatic pussy juices.  When Beth
    began moving towards her, Barbara spread her legs a little wider in
    anticipation of the insertion.  To her surprise, Beth told her to "Open up and
    say 'ahhh'." Barbara was bewildered by the request.  She opened her mouth and
    began to say "ahhh" but the insertion of the dildo into her mouth cut her words
    short.  She was caught completely off guard by the sudden thrust of the rubber
    penis into her mouth.  Her eyes flung wide open and she saw the laughter on
    June's face.  She sat there, in tears, as Beth told her to work it in and out
    with her hand and to pretend she was giving some guy a blow job. She complied
    and began to suck and move the dildo in and out of her mouth.  She heard Beth
    suggest that she use her other hand on her pussy to get herself off.  Again she
    complied.  As the car sped along the busy highway, Barbara was too embarrassed
    to look out the window for fear of seeing a passerby staring at her.  She slid
    down a little further in her seat to avoid such notice but pretended the
    maneuver was designed to effect better penetration of her finger into her
    pussy.  She closed her eyes and began drifting off.  The car's swaying soon
    became the gentle motion of a water bed.  The fingers now touching the tender
    areas on the inside of her thighs were those of her husband, John.  The
    swooning had begun, accompanied by the characteristic low moans.  Her hips
    instinctively moved in rhythm with the prodding fingers and the petting on the
    inside of her legs.  Her journey to paradise had begun.  The swaying ended
    abruptly with a jolt as the penis was yanked from her mouth.  Barbara opened
    her eyes to the leering faces of  three smiling women.  She was shocked by the
    reality of where she was and embarrassed that she had allowed herself to fall
    victim to her inner body's cravings so early in the day. She glanced down at
    Beth's hand still stroking her thigh and at her hand with 3 fingers still
    inserted deeply inside her.  She looked at Beth and thought  back to her last
    encounter with her and the heavenly feeling of her tongue on the spot her hand
    now occupied.  Suddenly, she felt disgust and quickly removed her hand and sat
    up.

          "First stop.  Everybody out."  Cheryl exclaimed as she turned the key to
    shut off the car.

          Barbara looked out the window.  She had no idea where she was.  A sign
    above the shop in front of her read: "Jule's Leather Goods -- Coats, Luggage,
    Riding Equipment & Specialties."  In the window were various sets of gorgeous
    leather suitcases as well as many different travel accessories.  She wondered
    what Cheryl could possible have in mind stopping here.  It then occurred to her
    that Cheryl must be going to buy luggage for her move to Colorado.  The thought
    of that happening lightened her load and made the day seem a little brighter.
    The seat in front of her was pulled forward and the three girls were standing
    around the door waiting for her to emerge.  She struggled to get out with
    revealing the least amount of flesh to her audience.  In one way, she thought,
    they were doing her a big favor. In their desire to watch her get out of the
    car and humiliate herself, they formed a perfect shield against anyone
    happening by.  She gave one last push and planted her feet firmly on the
    ground.  The car door slammed and the group of women followed Cheryl into the
    store.

          Once inside the small shop, Cheryl led the group past the stares of
    browsing customers directly to a doorway located at the very rear of the
    display area. Barbara wondered at first why they were bypassing all the
    luggage, but thought that, perhaps, Cheryl had already purchased her luggage
    and was just going to pick them up. As she walked through the second doorway,
    she gasped and realized the real purpose of their stop here.  The small room
    resembled a dungeon with an abundance of mannequins wearing collars, cuffs,
    leather hoods, etc.  Several mannequins were arranged in bizarre positions and
    held there by various forms of chains and bars, while others sported devices
    attached to their nipples, vaginas and penises.  Most of these mannequins also
    featured different forms of gags and blindfolds around their heads.  The walls
    of the room displayed all sorts of whips and paddles.  Barbara shuddered at the
    sight.  Her eyes were agape at the many spectacles on display before them.  She
    vowed she would try her best to prevent any punishment that might entail the
    use of any of these articles of true torture.

          A salesman approached and began talking to Cheryl. Barbara did not pay
    attention to what was being said. She was busy looking at the displays around
    her.  She noticed that several of the customers from the front of the store had
    followed them and were milling around the mannequins and staring at her.  She
    blinked and turned her head back towards Cheryl and the salesman.

          "To tell you the truth, we have nothing yet." Cheryl was explaining to
    the older salesman.  "I'm really looking for some items that would be used on
    occasions when discipline would be in order.  You know, nipple clamps that
    adjust to different amounts of pressure, and from which you can hang different
    size weights.  Also, I'd like something for paddling or whipping that would
    smart, but not raise large welts."  Cheryl grabbed Barbara's arm and pulled her
    to her side.  "This is Barbara, my slave..." Cheryl continued.  "Her husband
    raised an objection at my use of a leather belt on her backside the other night
    and I thought I could find something as effective, but that didn't leave such
    large marks.  I think you can still see where the belt struck in a couple of
    places.  Turn around, Barbara and show the man your poor ass."  Cheryl spun
    Barbara around and pushed her head forward so that Barbara was forced to bend
    at the waist.

          Barbara felt Cheryl lift her skirt hem and tuck it into the waist band
    while her other hand lightly ran across her exposed rump.  She saw Beth in
    front of her with a slight smile on her lips and June to her side with a hand
    across her mouth as she giggled uncontrollably. Past them, Barbara noticed that
    the eyes of the other customers in the room were now glued to the group of
    girls putting a slave on display.  Many of the customers were in awe at the
    scene and simply stood with mouths opened in amazement.  Barbara felt the heat
    of the blood rushing to her face as she blushed in embarrassment.  She had come
    to realize that no matter how well she had prepared herself to expect the
    worse, it seemed that the worse she had imagined was never as bad as what
    actually took place.  She yearned for the salesman to ask the others to leave
    the room until he was through with this customer, but he appeared to be in as
    much shock as the gawkers were and was completely taken aback by the situation.

          "Well, you really can't see them any longer, but if you rub your hand
    over her cheeks, you can feel what I'm talking about.  Here, feel this?"
    Cheryl grabbed the salesman's hand and placed it on Barbara's buttocks. "Just
    be careful.  She was playing with herself on the way here and I'm afraid she's
    gotten herself all excited and wet down there."

          Barbara could have died from embarrassment when she heard Cheryl tell the
    salesman that story, although it was true.  She could feel the cool air against
    her wet vagina evaporating the pussy juices.  She felt goose bumps form on her
    cheeks as the salesman's hand wiped slowly and softly across them.  His touch
    made even more juices flow from her pussy.  She noticed that the rest of the
    customers in the room were now completely engrossed in her display.  She saw
    two businessmen slowly edge their way to the rear of the room in order to get a
    better view of her  behind.  She closed her eyes and hung her head in despair.
    The salesman's hand stopped its wandering and Cheryl tugged her into an upright
    position once more.  She heard the salesman ask Cheryl to wait a moment and he
    disappeared into another back room.  He returned carrying what looked like a
    small whip, but with many ends.  He explained to Cheryl that this cat of nine
    tails was her best bet.  The thin tails produced a stinging bite on even a
    gentle slap, while their rounded edges prevented large welts from forming when
    swung lightly.  Cheryl looked at Barbara and then back to the salesman to
    finalize the sale.

          For the next 45 minutes Barbara was subjected to gross humiliation as she
    was made to try on several different ball gags, nipple clamps, leather panties
    with built in dildos and so forth.  Her humiliation had become a show for the
    growing crowd of customers in the back room and they would whistle and applaud
    their approval after each item was demonstrated.  When the session ended,
    Cheryl had purchased the cat of nine tails, a pair of adjustable nipple clamps
    with an assortment of dangling weights, a leather gag which sported a 4 inch
    replica of a very thick penis to be inserted in her mouth and panties with a
    pair of black dildos  built in.  The quartet began to leave the shop when
    Barbara sensed that her skirt had not been taken out of the waist band.  In a
    panic, she stopped short.

          "Please may I speak, Mistress Cheryl?"  Barbara asked in obvious
    distress.

          "What is it now, Barbara?"  Cheryl appeared agitated at the delay.

          "I think you forgot to put my skirt back down over my ... ass."  Barbara
    was careful to use the right word. "May I please arrange it, Mistress Cheryl?"

          Cheryl looked at Barbara's backside and laughed. "Yes, go ahead." she
    chuckled.  "We don't want the whole world to see your pretty little ass.  Do
    we, Barbara?"

          "No, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara answered as she straightened her skirt.

          "Tell me, Barbara.  Who do you want to see your ass?"  Cheryl looked at
    Barbara's eyes with a sly, half grin on her lips.

          Barbara was taken aback by the question.  She thought for a moment then
    lowered her eyes and answered the way she thought Cheryl wanted.  "Just you,
    Mistress Cheryl."

          "Oh, really?  You mean you don't want John to see your ass -- your own
    husband?"  Cheryl was playing the game again and enjoying every moment.  "And
    how about Beth, after all she's done for you.  And June, who was so happy to
    see you again?  You mean, you would deprive them the pleasure of seeing your
    pretty ass?"  She looked deeply into Barbara's eyes with a pouting, inquisitive
    look.

          Barbara never raised her head as she replied.  Her full blush was seen by
    all in the shop.  "No, Mistress Cheryl.  I want John and Beth and June to see
    my ass, too." she answered in a very low tone, disappointed that she had
    answered wrong the first time.

          June, who had been standing close alongside Barbara during the exchange,
    reached over and grabbed Barbara's chin and lifted her head up to face hers.
    "And what about my brother Paul?  Wouldn't you like to have him see your ass.
    I mean, he once liked you very much and I'm sure it would make his day to see
    his Barbara's bare ass. Wouldn't you like to give him the enjoyment he'd get
    from seeing it?"

          Panic struck Barbara again.  How could she answer that question?  Having
    a teenage boy looking at her naked body was nothing she would ever consent to.
    She looked as Cheryl with a pleading expression, hoping that she would dismiss
    June's question and spare her the humiliation of having to answer it.

          "Well, Barbara?  Answer the question.  Wouldn't you like to bring such
    joy to one of today's youth?"  Cheryl was getting excited by this aspect of
    Barbara's humiliation.  She felt her pussy getting wet just thinking about it.
    She stepped closer to Barbara. "Well, answer June, Barbara."

          Y... Y... Yes, Mistress Cheryl.  I would like to let Paul see my ass
    too."  At the completion of her answer, June dropped her hand from Barbara's
    chin and the beaten woman's head slumped against her chest as she began to sob.

          "Well, we'll have to see what we can do to arrange it then."  Cheryl said
    and turned and continued towards the front door.

          Barbara followed Cheryl out of the store to the cheers and clapping of
    the spectators.  Barbara wondered why Cheryl would spend so much money on these
    items when she was moving to Colorado so soon.  She remembered John telling her
    not to count her chickens, and she thought that perhaps Don had refused the
    promotion and transfer. The tears formed but she held them back admirably.  The
    quartet piled back into the car and sped away leaving behind several people who
    would not soon forget what they had witnessed on this day.

          "We only have 2 stops left."  Cheryl announced. "Anyone feel like lunch?"

          Barbara remained silent while Beth and June both agreed that lunch was a
    good idea.  The car soon pulled into the parking lot of "Les Gourde", a
    fashionable restaurant frequented by a mostly upscale clientele. Barbara had
    always wanted to eat here, but couldn't justify paying the prices they demanded
    for one meal. She would gladly refuse the opportunity to eat here now if it
    were possible, but for a different, more obvious, reason.

          The group entered the restaurant  and were greeted by the stares of all
    who noticed them.  Barbara wanted to hide behind the elegant draperies.  Many
    of the patrons looked on in disapproval as the maitre de led them to their
    table in a far corner of the main dining area.  The dining area was decorated
    in pastels and was very brightly lit by fixtures that looked very elegant and
    very expensive.  The place had a special aurora about it that shouted "class."
    The waiter  handed them all menus but Cheryl grabbed Barbara's out of her hand
    and handed it back to the waiter explaining that Barbara was not very hungry
    and would only be having something light which Cheryl would pick out from her
    menu.  The waiter took back the menu with a raised eyebrow and asked the group
    for their cocktail orders.  They all followed Cheryl's suit and ordered frozen
    strawberry Daiquiris. Cheryl ordered Barbara a beer and asked that it be poured
    into a bowl.  The waiter again raised an eyebrow and disappeared.  A few
    moments later he returned with the drinks.  He gave each of the others their
    cocktail and placed a bowl in front of Barbara.  He opened a bottle of beer and
    poured in slowly into the bowl.  When finished, he laid a soup spoon next to
    the bowl and asked if they were ready to order.

          Beth spoke first, ordering the house salad, with French dressing, and the
    Turkey club.  June chose to skip the salad and opted for the open faced steak
    sandwich. Barbara's mouth was watering as they ordered.  She had not realized
    how hungry she was.

          "I'll have the roast beef Au jus."  Cheryl said. She touched Barbara's
    hand and ordered for her.  "She'll just have a bowl of the beef broth."

          They all handed the menus back to the waiter and watched as he departed.

          "A toast."  Cheryl raised her glass high and spoke in a loud voice.  "To
    our dearest Barbara... and all her canine friends."

          Barbara blushed and looked down at her bowl.  "She would have to bring
    that up again." she thought to herself.  She heard the glasses clink together
    and return to the table.

          "Barbara?"  Cheryl touched Barbara's hand again. "This lunch is in honor
    of your recent show for Mr. Bryant, who, by the way, called and said that he'd
    like to use your 'special talents' again when a group of buyer's come to town
    for his annual open house.  And my neighbor, Jackie, said thank you for taking
    such good care of her Rocco.  She also asked if you'd be available in the
    future.  I told them both that we'd have to see how well behaved you are."

          "Anyhow," Cheryl continued, "I'm sorry I didn't order you something more
    substantial for lunch.  I thought that, since you are not allowed to use your
    hands to assist you in eating (in keeping with the theme of the lunch), that a
    liquid lunch would make it much easier for you.  Keep your hands on your lap
    and use your tongue to lap up your beer and broth when it comes."

          Barbara looked around at the crowded dining room. She had been seated
    with her back in the corner and was able to look out across the entire room.
    In turn, the entire room could plainly see her, as was evident by the number of
    stares she was still receiving.  Her face flushed crimson when she lowered her
    head to the bowl of beer and began lapping it up as Cheryl ordered.

          "I've got to go to the ladies' room."  June said as she pushed back her
    chair and rose from the table. "Would you like to go with me Cheryl?"

          Beth agreed to stay behind and watch Barbara to make sure she drank her
    entire bowl of beer while Cheryl and June left for the ladies' room.  Lunch was
    served soon after the pair returned and they all began eating. The broth was
    the most delicious beef broth Barbara had ever tasted.  It was a shame that she
    would be to embarrassed to ever show her face in here again.  She could imagine
    what the real food tasted like.  Cheryl kept admonishing her to keep lapping
    whenever she would stop for a breath and she was soon done with her 'meal'. She
    reached for her napkin, but a scowl from Cheryl made her drop it back onto the
    table.  Beth picked it up and lowered it under the table.  Barbara suddenly
    felt her vagina being wiped with the fine linen held in Beth's hand.  She
    looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed what was happening now.  As
    she expected, several of the patrons were staring under her table and poking
    their partners with their elbows to make them aware of what was going on.  When
    Beth had finished wiping Barbara's pussy, she raised the napkin to Barbara's
    face and began wiping the broth from her face and lips. Barbara smelled her own
    juices on the cloth and blushed even deeper, much to the delight of many of the
    diners and the disgust of the others.

          After the girls finished their meal and Cheryl had paid the bill, leaving
    a rather large tip for the gracious waiter, they got up to leave.  When they
    reached the lobby, Barbara had a sudden urge to urinate.

          "Please Mistress Cheryl, may I speak?"  The blushing girl asked.

          "Now what!"  Cheryl snapped.

          "I'm sorry to bother you, Mistress Cheryl, but I have to p..pis real bad.
    May I go to the ladies' room, Mistress Cheryl?"

          Cheryl looked at Barbara from foot to head.  "Of course I'll let you
    relieve yourself, Barbara, but not here.  Follow me."

          The three girls followed Cheryl out of the restaurant into the parking
    lot.  They walked to the far end and stopped where the pavement ended and the
    lawn began.

          "This spot will do." Cheryl proclaimed.  "Go ahead and relieve yourself,
    Barbara."

          Barbara looked at the lawn and then to the parking lot.  She couldn't
    possibly urinate here, in the open, with all these people entering and leaving
    the restaurant.

          "That's okay, Mistress Cheryl.  I don't have to go anymore."   She lied.
    She didn't know how much longer she could hold it in, but she did know she
    couldn't do it here.

          Cheryl walked over to Barbara and yanked her hair. "Listen, bitch.  You
    have to pis and you know it!  Now squat right here, right now and pis or we'll
    start using some of those goodies we bought earlier immediately!" She released
    Barbara's hair and stood tapping her foot.

          Barbara starting crying as she inched over to the grass.   She looked at
    Cheryl one more time before she squatted down and began peeing.  June's
    giggling increased her shame and made her feel like strangling the little brat
    -- something she now wished she had done years ago instead of just thinking
    about it.  She watched the flowing urine form little streams and trickle down
    the sloping lawn onto the pavement.   When she was through urinating, Barbara
    looked up at the group watching her.  Beth, noticing Barbara's dilemma, offered
    her a tissue from her purse.  Barbara took the tissue and wiped herself before
    arising and following the group back to the car.  Once they were all inside,
    the car started off towards its next adventure.

          The car had barely gone 4 blocks before it stopped in front of "Adult
    World", an adult novelty shop.  Once again the women filed into the shop with
    Cheryl leading the way.  Barbara followed Cheryl's quick pace to a counter that
    had a large assortment of dildos and vibrators on display.  Barbara looked
    around and noticed that the shop had at least 15 customers, all male, crammed
    into its small display area.  They all noticed the women come in and were
    constantly glancing up from their books to watch them.   She blushed deeply as
    Cheryl loudly explained to the salesman that her slave had "outgrown" her
    present dildos and needed something larger and with more "pizazz."  The
    salesman proceeded to fill the counter top with dildos of all colors and shapes
    which vibrated, got hot, squirted liquids, undulated, squirmed, rotated and
    what have you.  Cheryl picked out a 12" black lifelike dildo, made of silicone.
    It featured a piston built in which made its tip extend and retract at a
    variable rate.  Barbara looked at the instrument in horror.  Its diameter of
    about 2 inches looked to big to fit inside her.  Nonetheless, Cheryl held it
    high in the air and decided it was just right for her and told the salesman
    "I'll take it."

          Next, Cheryl wanted to look at butt plugs and anal stimulators.  The
    salesman beckoned the group to another counter and proceeded to lay out another
    assortment of grotesque looking devices meant to be used anally. Cheryl chose 2
    butt plugs from the group.  One looked just like the one that was used on
    Barbara by Beth after she had given her the enema a few weeks ago, except it
    appeared to be a little larger.  The second one was definitely larger than the
    first and resembled a penis. Cheryl then looked over the group of probes and
    vibrators but couldn't decide on which one she wanted.

          "What do you think, Barbara?"  She asked.  "Which one would give you the
    most pleasure when inserted up your ass?"

          Cheryl's crude language, and the salesman snapping his head up to look at
    her, caused Barbara even more embarrassment.  Cheryl knew that having her
    choose such a device would humiliate her further.  She kept her head low as she
    looked over the instruments laid out on the counter.  She was unsure of which
    one to pick.  If she picked the smallest, Cheryl would surely disagree and
    choose the largest.  She finally decided on one with a handle attached to a
    short, bent stem, at the end of which was a slightly thicker tube that
    contained the vibrating unit.  She pointed it out to Cheryl and the salesman.

          "This one, Mistress Cheryl."

          "Yes, I kind of liked that one, too.  The handle would make it easier for
    you to manipulate while you carry on your 'other' activities."  Cheryl picked
    the vibrator up and studied it before looking at the salesman.  "Would you have
    this in a larger size?" she asked.

          Barbara kept her head down and stared at the counter top.  She was much
    to embarrassed to face the salesman directly.  He reached into a drawer under
    the counter and retrieved a larger version of the vibrator and laid it in front
    of her.  She just nodded her head affirmatively.  She knew better than to
    disagree with Cheryl's decision.

          Having completed their purchases, the girls left the shop and returned to
    the car.  Barbara was relieved that the purchases had been made without her
    having to demonstrate anything as she did in the leather shop. With a little
    luck, she thought, the worst part of the day could be over.  She glanced at the
    clock on the dashboard and noticed the time was 1:00 p.m.  "Only 90 minutes to
    go" she thought.  She felt confident that she could deal with anything for
    another 90 minutes.  She changed her mind when the car slowed in front of a
    tattoo parlor.  She froze in her seat and her heart started to beat faster when
    the car came to a halt in the parlor's parking lot.  "No, no, no." she mumbled
    to herself.

          "Mistress Cheryl.  May I speak?"  Her voice displayed a sense of urgency
    mixed with panic.

          "Go ahead Barbara."  Cheryl shrugged.

          "Mistress Cheryl, please.  I can't get a tattoo. You promised that I
    wouldn't be permanently marked. Please, Mistress Cheryl, don't make me get a
    tattoo." Barbara started crying.

          "Oh, for God's sake, Barbara stop your crying.  I promised that no
    punishment would leave you permanently marked.  I never agreed to anything
    else.  Besides, I talked to John about what I was planning and he said it would
    be okay.  Now let's not hear anymore about it! Don't make me have to use all my
    new toys so soon.  It's getting late, you wouldn't want the kids walking in
    while you're getting punished, would you?"

          The words rang like a rifle shot in Barbara's ears. She knew Cheryl
    wasn't just threatening.  She had no doubt that Cheryl would get great pleasure
    in humiliating her in front of her children.  She wouldn't let that happen, but
    she did NOT want a tattoo, either.

          "No, Mistress Cheryl.  Please have mercy."

          Cheryl smiled.  "I am showing mercy by not whipping your ass right here
    and now.  Now stop crying and get your ass out of the car!"

          Barbara began to extricate herself from the rear seat, but she could not
    make the sobbing stop.  She wiped her eyes before entering the shop.  Once
    inside, she followed Cheryl to the owner standing at the counter. Cheryl told
    the owner who she was and that she had made an appointment for this session.

          "Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, I have everything ready."  The owner said
    and looked at Barbara.  "Is she the girl you want it done to?"

          "That's her." Cheryl replied.

           The owner of the shop turned to Barbara and talked very politely to her.
    He said that she appeared distraught and perhaps she did not want to have this
    done.  He advised her he would not do anything if she did not want it done.  He
    then asked her if she wanted to go through with it.  Barbara thought for a
    minute before answering "Yes."  She wanted to say "no" but knew what would
    happen to her for such an act of insubordination. She followed the owner to a
    small booth.  The owner sat down at a small table and motioned Barbara to take
    the seat opposite him.  As Barbara sat down, she noticed a small bottle of
    alcohol and a small paper cup, which held a gold ring of about 1/2" in
    diameter, on the table top.

          "Okay, now which one is it to be?"  The man asked as he grabbed a cotton
    swab and began pouring the alcohol on it.

          Barbara had no idea what the man was talking about. She stared back at
    him with her lips pursed, ready to ask him what he meant, when Cheryl leaned
    over her and unbuttoned her blouse.  She pushed the blouse over Barbara's
    shoulders and down her arms until Barbara's breasts were complete exposed.
    Cheryl cupped her hand under Barbara's left breast and raised it gently.

          "I think this one."  Cheryl volunteered.

          The man swabbed Barbara's nipple with alcohol and picked up a large
    needle and poured alcohol over it. Barbara quivered when she realized what was
    going to happen and she looked up at Cheryl's face and silently mouthed
    "please."  As she watched Cheryl smiling at her, she felt the man's hand on her
    breast, squeezing the nipple.  She winced as she felt the needle being pushed
    through her tender breast.  When she opened her tear filled eyes, the man was
    removing the ring from the alcohol filled cup and pulling it open in
    preparation to inserting it into her freshly punctured breast.  She watched as
    the ring was painfully forced through the hole and snapped into place.  She
    looked at this latest, more visible, token of her domination by Cheryl.

          "Now, you mentioned something about a small tattoo?" The man was asking
    Cheryl.

          Barbara listened in shock as Cheryl explained to the tattooist that she
    wanted a small, red heart with "Cheryl" printed across it.  She waited while
    the man flipped through the pages of his book until he found what he believed
    Cheryl wanted.  Cheryl nodded affirmatively and the man reached into the
    cabinets behind him and brought out several bottles of ink.  He prepared
    another cotton swab by dousing it with alcohol.

          "Where are we going to put this?"  He asked.  This time, he ignored
    Barbara completely and spoke directly to Cheryl.

          Cheryl ordered Barbara to stand up with her back to the man and to bend
    forward with hands on the floor and legs spread widely.  Barbara hesitated
    then, realizing again that resisting would be fruitless, did what she was told.
    Cheryl raised her skirt and tucked the hem back into the waistband.

          "I'd like it right here."  Cheryl touched the spot where she  desired the
    tattoo be placed.

          Barbara felt Cheryl's finger touch her on the small area of skin between
    her vagina and rectum.  She began crying in embarrassment again.  At least, she
    thought, no one would be able to see it.  She then thought about how she would
    be unable to face the doctor for her annual check-up and pap smear, and what if
    she were involved in an accident?  What kind of woman would they think she was?
    Her thoughts continued along those lines as the tattooist worked.  The hum of
    the machine sending countless needle pricks into flesh and the occasional
    wiping by the artist seemed to go on forever.  Finally, the ordeal was over.
    The man placed a mirror between her legs so that she could see what he had
    done.  Barbara looked, but her eyes were so full of tears that she saw nothing.
    She heard him explain how to care for the tattoo and she took the sample tube
    of salve he offered. She heard Cheryl settle the bill with the shop owner. She
    heard Beth and June giggling as they talked about the piercing and marking of
    her body.  She stood up when she was told to do so and, still dazed and
    confused, she followed Cheryl out of the store and back into the car. She saw
    and heard all that went on during the last 15 minutes, or so, but Barbara saw
    only images and heard only sounds.  Her mind refused to focus on anything going
    on around her.  She only thought of the ring in her nipple and the permanent
    marking carved between her legs. She thought of how she had fallen to this.

          During the ride home Barbara started to regain control of her thoughts
    again.  She was teased and made to display her nipple and tattoo to Beth and
    the giggling June.  She noticed how tender and concerned Beth had been during
    her examination while June was more like Cheryl, cold and domineering.
    Barbara, who once disliked and feared Beth, had suddenly developed a genuine
    liking towards her.  She knew Beth was a lesbian, of course, but, after all she
    had done these past few weeks, lesbianism had come to be accepted by her -- not
    that she liked it.  No, she still detested the thought of licking another
    woman's vagina, but it no longer caused her stomach to turn.

          The car slowed down and pulled into the driveway of a private house.
    June opened the door and got out.

          "Thanks a lot, Cheryl.  I really had a blast today."  The teenager was
    all smiles and excited as she talked.  "Don't forget to tell her."

          "Your welcome, June.  No I won't forget, just don't YOU forget the
    rules."  Cheryl replied.

          "Not to worry.  I wouldn't do anything that would mess up this
    arrangement."  June turned her attention to the back seat.  "So long Beth.
    Nice meeting you.  And Barbara.  It was so nice to see you again.  Good bye for
    now  I'll see you again, soon."  June shut the door and hurriedly walked up to
    the house as the car backed out the drive.

          "If I have anything to do with it, you'll never see me again."  Barbara
    said to herself as she watched June disappear into the house.  She wondered
    what June had reminded Cheryl to tell her.  It didn't matter.  It was 2:20 and
    her ordeal for today was over.  She would soon be back to being mom again and
    looked forward to seeing her children come home from school.  People who truly
    loved her and lavished that love on her.  She needed that now.  At the past
    sessions, John had been there and, although he did very little physically to
    comfort her, his presence and loving looks would provide Barbara with the
    strength she needed to go on.

          A deep sigh escaped Barbara's lips as the car pulled to a halt in her
    driveway.  She waited for Cheryl's permission to get out and hoped on hope that
    she and Beth would not want to come in.  Cheryl twisted around in her seat and
    spoke directly to Barbara.

          "Well that's all the fun for today, Barb.  Did you have as good a time as
    we had?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara lied.  Then, to her surprise, Barbara
    blurted out "I just wish I didn't have to get a tattoo, Mistress Cheryl.  It
    hurt so bad, and I feel so ashamed about it."  After it came out, Barbara
    wished she could take it back.  She had come so far, she hoped she hadn't
    spoiled it and cause Cheryl to get angry and punish her in front of the kids
    coming home.

          "You'll get over it.  Besides, no one will ever see it unless you or I
    want them to."  Cheryl dismissed Barbara's protest without even a threat of
    punishment. "Listen, during lunch June asked if she could bring Paul over to
    see you.  I told her she could BUT she couldn't come before 10 a.m. and had to
    be out by 1.  I figure that would give you plenty of time to get your housework
    done and still leave them enough time to play.  You will do whatever they ask,
    but they are not to punish you. They will report any misbehavior to me and I
    will determine if punishment is justified.   You will prepare the enema she'll
    give you.  I told her one and a half quarts maximum.  They'll be here tomorrow
    at ten.  Be ready and answer the door completely nude.  I also told her no more
    pictures.  Understand?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."  Barbara was devastated by that news.  How could
    she ever let a pair of teenagers -- who she once baby-sat -- boss her around
    and make her do any disgusting sex act they could think of.  As if the rest of
    the day wasn't enough to degrade her and make her lie awake tonight with
    thoughts of disgrace, this would be enough to make sure she spent the night
    worrying.

          "Just be sure you do as told and you'll be okay. After all, they're only
    kids.  What could they possibly demand of you that you haven't already done?
    Come up front and give me a kiss good bye."  Cheryl slid from under the
    steering wheel and placed one leg on the seat.

          Barbara knew where Cheryl expected to be kissed. It was getting to be
    routine.  She looked around to make sure no neighbors were around before she
    got out of the back and got into the front of the car.  Cheryl hiked her skirt
    up and Barbara knelt on the floor and began licking her pussy.  She was amazed
    at how wet Cheryl was and hoped she would not be expected to bring her to
    orgasm out in the open like this.  As she was licking, Barbara thought she
    noticed the blinds of the neighbors house move.  She slouched lower and buried
    her head deeper in Cheryl's legs.  Finally, Cheryl's legs closed and Barbara's
    head came up.  She could feel the pussy juice all over her lips and cheeks.
    She got up and exited the car.

          "Good bye, Mistress Cheryl.  Good bye, Mistress Beth."  She said.
    Barbara waited for them to return her good bye before she turned and walked
    into the house.

                                     **************

          Barbara barely finished cleaning herself up and changing clothes when the
    kids popped through the door. For now, her world was normal again.  She did not
    have any time left to worry about June and Paul or her aching nipple and
    tattoo.  She kept busy making snacks, breaking up little spats, preparing
    dinner and all the things she had done for 7 years.  Things she loved doing for
    people she loved.  As she watched the kids drink their milk and watch the
    afternoon comics on TV, she thanked God that they did not have to come home to
    the scene of their mother nude and being spanked.  She walked into the living
    room and gave them both a big hug and told them she loved them.

          John arrived home just as dinner was done.  He only had time to wash up
    and sit down at the table before Barbara started serving.  He looked at his
    wife and wondered how her day had gone.  They never spoke of the sessions with
    Cheryl while the kids were home and awake. Cheryl had told him of her plans to
    have Barbara's nipple pierced and a little tattoo put on her.  At first he
    objected but Cheryl showed him pictures of women with rings in their nipples,
    labia, nose and even tongues and they did not seem bothered by them.  Cheryl
    also promised that the tattoo would done in a place where nobody would notice
    and would be very small.  She did not tell him what the tattoo would look like
    and he was dying to see where it was placed and what it was, if she had gotten
    one at all.  Barbara gave no indication that she was in any pain, in fact, she
    seemed more cheerful than she had been in a long time.

          Barbara finished putting the dinner on the table and sat down to eat.
    She smiled at John, but a tear formed in her eye and she stretched her blouse
    tight over her breast to show John the outline of the ring placed there.  He
    looked at the ring, then her face, but said nothing.  She was dying to tell him
    about her day and how embarrassed she was.  She also wanted to ask him why he
    gave permission to Cheryl to have this done to her.  At that instant, she found
    it very easy to hate him for going along with Cheryl in her plan to mutilate
    her. That impulse passed quickly as she realized that John was a kind, peaceful
    man who hated to make waves.  She thought for a moment then came to the
    conclusion that John was a wimp in front of women -- but  he was her wimp and
    she loved him.

          The rest of the evening was spent cleaning the house and caring for the
    kids while John worked in the basement.  His finishing of the basement was
    something he had started almost a year ago and was now nearing completion.
    Barbara couldn't wait for the kid's playroom and her laundry room to be done.
    It would give them so much more room in the main part of the house.  Finally,
    it was time to tuck the kids into bed, a task Barbara cherished.  When they
    were all snug and sound asleep, Barbara stepped into the bathroom to take care
    of herself.

          Barbara emerged from the hot shower and toweled herself off.  She
    couldn't resist grabbing the hand mirror and looking at the tattoo.  She would
    be able to tolerate it a lot better, she thought, if "Cheryl" wasn't inscribed
    through the damn thing.  The placing of her tormentor's name in that spot made
    her feel like some cheap biker slut.  That is probably the exact effect Cheryl
    wanted to accomplish, she told herself.  She looked at her nipple with the ring
    dangling through it. There was hardly any pain at all coming from it.  To be
    sure, she was tender there, especially if she pulled on the ring slightly, but
    to her amazement, under normal circumstances she barely noticed it.  The good
    news was that the ring could easily be removed and, she assumed, the hole would
    close like the hole in an ear when no earring had been inserted for a period of
    time.  She slipped into her robe and walked into the bedroom where she sprawled
    out on the bed and watched TV while she waited for John.  She soon heard the
    shower running and knew John would be coming to bed momentarily.

          John walked into the bedroom completely nude, as usual, after he took a
    shower. Barbara watched him while he walked over to the bed.  She looked at his
    cock sway from side to side with each step he took and a yearning came over
    her.  When he laid down on the bed next to her, Barbara opened her robe and
    completely exposed her body to him.  She said not a word as he leaned on one
    elbow and examined the ring.

          "Well, it's not as bad as I thought.  In fact, I think it looks kinda
    sexy on you."  John said as his finger lightly traced circles around Barbara's
    nipple. "Does it hurt?"

          "Not so much now, but it hurt like hell when he put the hole through it."
    Barbara watched John's finger and watched as her nipple began to stand erect.
    A wave of excitement came over her when she saw his dick begin to twitch and
    grow.  "It doesn't hurt nearly as bad as the other thing."

          "What other thing?"  John asked.  He looked at Barbara's body from head
    to toe and didn't see the tattoo he had expected, but, judging from Barbara's
    statement, it was there somewhere.  He guessed it was on her butt and she'd
    have to roll over to let him see it.

          "This other thing!"  Barbara's legs sprung wide open.

          John looked at both of her thighs before noticing the tattoo.  He had
    never seen a tattoo placed there before.  Cheryl was right.  It was small --
    barely an inch square, and it sure wouldn't be noticed by a casual observer.
    He lowered his head to read the writing and felt his face turn red.  He wasn't
    sure whether the reaction was from his embarrassment of allowing Cheryl to do
    this to his wife or from hatred of Cheryl for having the audacity to have her
    name put on the tattoo.

          "Son of a BITCH!"  He exclaimed.  He looked at Barbara, who had begun to
    cry.  He moved up the bed and cradled her head in his hands and kissed her
    lightly. "I'm sorry, honey.  She told me a small tattoo placed where no one
    would see it.  I expected a rose or something on your butt.  I never expected
    this.  THAT BITCH!"

          Barbara stifled her tears and looked at John's eyes.  She believed him.
    She saw from his reaction that he was as hurt as she was by the tattoo on her
    body.  She lifted her head and returned his kiss.

          "John, do you remember that bratty little June I used to baby sit?"  She
    asked.  She had to find out for herself just how much John knew about today's
    plans.

          "Yeah.  The spoiled little 'know-it-all'.  She had a brother, didn't she?
    Yeah, I remember her.  What about her?"  John wondered what made Barbara bring
    her name up.

          "Well, she came along with us today.  She is just as big a smart ass
    today as she was back then."  Barbara went on to fill John in on the entire
    day's occurrences. She left nothing out -- not the enema to start the day, not
    the dildo sucking in the car, not the luncheon without utensils nor the peeing
    in the parking lot afterwards.  She recalled each incident in great detail. As
    she talked, she noticed John's cock getting bigger and bigger.  She realized
    that relating the day's events to him was making him horny.  It was hard for
    her to believe that as much as he loved her, and she truly believe he loved
    her, he could get sexually excited by her being forced to commit such
    disgusting things.  It may have been hard to believe, but it was becoming more
    and more evident with each word she spoke.  Before she could finish, John was
    on top of her.  He smothered her with kisses and caressed her with kind,
    whispering words.  She wanted him now.  She needed him.  She forgot all about
    the tattoo and nipple ring as he entered her.  The love- making was mutually
    intensive and sincere.  It ended with them both climaxing at the same time,
    something that rarely occurred.  When it was over, John rolled off her and lay
    staring at the ceiling completely exhausted.

          Barbara stared into space as she told John about June and Paul's planned
    visit the next day.  She told him how humiliated and dirty she felt about the
    prospects of such a visit.  As she told him her fears of what they might demand
    of her, his hand reached for hers.  He whispered in her ear she should not
    worry and, after all she's been through, it would be easy.  He patted her arm
    and went to sleep.  Barbara continued to worry and stare into the darkness.
    She didn't know at what time she fell asleep, but it was hours later.

                                      ************

          Barbara poured herself another glass of milk with the hope it would
    settle her stomach.  She knew it wouldn't help, but she gulped it down anyway.
    The sickness in her stomach and her shaking hands were caused by anxiety.  She
    sat nude at the kitchen table and watched the clock slowly tick its way to 10
    o'clock.  She went over to the sink and was rinsing the empty glass when she
    heard a car pull into her drive and the sound of 2 doors slamming.  She took a
    deep breath and said out loud "This is it." as she started towards the back
    door. Her trembling hand turned the knob and swung the door open.

          "Good morning, Barbara." June said as she led her grown brother past
    Barbara and into the house.  "Paul was so excited when I showed him your
    picture and told him about today that he just couldn't wait to get here."

          Barbara did not respond to June's comments as she closed the door and
    followed them into the kitchen.  She would never have recognized Paul.  Over
    the years he had grown beyond her expectations.  He had to be at least 6' tall
    and had developed a very muscular build.  Barbara guessed that he was involved
    in school sports.  She noticed the tightness of his body, particularly his rear
    end, and remembered her high school days when everyone looked like that.  When
    he turned around to face her, she also noticed a decided bulge in his pants.
    Her head jerked up and she saw that his face still sported the features of a
    child.  His curly blond hair, bright green eyes and boyish grin looked out of
    place on that body. She remained silent and waited for one of them to say
    something.

          "Hi, Barbara.  It's good to see you again."  Paul stammered, in obvious
    discomfort.  "It's been quite a while since we've seen each other.  You look
    good."

          "Hello, Paul.  Thank you."  Barbara replied.  She smiled at the teen's
    choice of words.  His eyes walked over her naked body a thousand times as he
    spoke.  She found some solace in the fact he found her still good looking.
    "Yes, it has been a long time.  You look all grown up and pretty good yourself.
    What have you been up to lately?"  Barbara hoped the casual questioning would
    delay the inevitable domination of her by June and thought that perhaps it
    would serve to get on Paul's good side, so to speak.

          "Enough of the bullshit small talk!"  June snapped. She was getting
    irritated by the delay and couldn't wait to demonstrate her control to her baby
    brother.  "You'd better get your role here straight.  From now on it's
    'Mistress June' and 'Master Paul'!  Now get that enema ready so we can get on
    with it!"

          "Yes, Mistress June."  Barbara was stunned by June's tone.  She scampered
    to the bathroom and retrieved the enema kit.  Without stopping, she measured
    out a quart of warm water and poured it into the bag before offering it to
    June.

          "A little light here, aren't we?  I distinctly remember Cheryl telling me
    a quart AND a half.  Now get it right!"  June shoved the bag back towards
    Barbara.

          Barbara shivered as she added the additional water to the bag.  She
    realized she was in for it today.  June was much more sardonic and sadistic
    then she had imagined.  She handed the bag back to June and bent over the table
    with legs spread wide when June ordered.  She waited while June called Paul
    over and pointed out the tattoo in her crotch.  Another order from June had
    Barbara reach back and spread her cheeks to expose her rectum to the teenagers.
    At the last minute, June had decided that Barbara should lubricate her rectum
    with her own saliva.  Embarrassed, Barbara put her finger in her mouth and
    collected the saliva which she deposited on her rear opening.  Dissatisfied
    with the results, June ordered her to get more and put it inside.  Barbara
    began to cry again as she returned the finger to her mouth and then back to her
    anus where she inserted it and worked it around.  When she pulled her finger
    out, she felt the large douche nozzle roughly jammed in its place and the warm
    water begin to fill her bowels.  After the bag emptied June had her place her
    finger back into her ass to hold back the flow.

          "It seems the tides have turned, Barbara."  June spoke directly into
    Barbara's ear.  "You never knew how much I despised your authority over me back
    then, but, before the day is over, you're gonna find out what I felt like.  Now
    go relieve yourself and report back to the living room!"

          Barbara ran into bathroom and sat on the toilet. Fear, instilled by
    June's last words, gripped her entire body as she sat there.  She knew she had
    to face whatever June had in mind or face the wrath of Cheryl.  She decided
    that facing June might be the easier of the two, especially since Paul was
    present.  If he was still the good kid that he once was, he wouldn't allow his
    sister to really harm her.  She flushed the toilet and cleaned herself up
    before leaving the room.

          When Barbara walked into the living room, June ordered her to lay across
    the coffee table with legs spread and play with herself.  Barbara tearfully
    obeyed and positioned herself on the table and began fingering her pussy.  She
    was temporarily blinded when June turned on a lamp and positioned the shade in
    a manner that directed the light to the area between her legs.  She saw Paul
    move over and kneel down between her knees as he watched.  Embarrassed, she
    closed her eyes.  A stinging slap to side of Barbara's face made her open them
    again.

          "Keep your eyes open, bitch!  I want you aware of everything that's going
    to happen to you."  June said.

          Barbara continued to masturbate with her eyes open, but filled with
    tears.  She followed each of June's directions.  She had to move her hand
    faster, use more fingers, use her other hand to spread her pussy lips so Paul
    would get a better view.  When June became bored with watching her playing with
    her pussy, she had to use one hand on her pussy and the other to probe her ass.
    It was totally degrading.  Barbara had a plain view of the clock and each time
    she looked at it, the hands didn't appear to have moved.  She heard June ask
    Paul a question and the next thing she knew Paul's dick was dangling over her
    face.  He lowered himself until the large, young cock knocked against her lips.
    She opened her mouth and took him in.  As she sucked Paul's dick and played
    with her pussy and ass, Barbara heard some rustling from June's direction.

          "That's enough foreplay.  Get on your knees and come over here and suck
    my titties."

          Barbara looked at the direction the voice came from and saw June had
    stripped naked and was half sitting, half lying on the sofa.  She crawled over
    to her and began to lick and suck each of her tits. As she sucked, she felt
    Paul fingering her vagina and anus.  It surprised her when her hips started to
    move backwards towards his probing hands seeking even deeper penetration.  She
    became aware of June's hands now on the top of her head swirling her hair
    between the young girls fingers.  She felt the first faint pangs of the orgasm
    building inside her and moaned softly as she licked.  As her hips increased the
    pace of their undulations, Barbara felt the hands on her head exerting gently
    pressure, pushing her lips downward.  She needed no further orders or coaxing.
    She allowed her body to take full control of her actions in spite of the
    objections in her mind.  She worked her tongue down across June's stomach and
    her lips kissed their way to the spot between the teen's legs that they were
    seeking.  The probing hands behind her stopped and she was about to ask Paul
    not to stop when she felt the tip of his penis press against the lips of her
    vagina.  With a backward motion of her hips, she forced Paul's cock into her.
    Her cravings would soon be over. The hands on her head  tightened their grip
    and pressed her mouth harder against June's pussy.  Barbara's mind kept telling
    her that this physical thing would be over soon but she'd have to feel the
    shame and the guilt for the rest of her life.  She knew it was true, but she
    was at the point where she had no control over her body.  She lapped deeper and
    harder and the dick inside her  worked quicker and stronger.  She knew that all
    three of them would soon find the bliss they were after.

          Afterwards, after Paul's cock spewed its semen deep inside her womb and
    June's orgasm filled her mouth with the sweet nectar of woman, Barbara lay
    motionless and exhausted with her lips still pursed against June's vagina and
    her butt still high in the air.  Paul had collapsed in a heap on the floor
    while his sister still had her eyes closed and her fingers busied themselves
    playing with Barbara's hair.

          It was June who began stirring first.  She awoke from her kittenish dream
    to become the lion she had been before.  Her crude language and stern voice
    frightened even Paul.  Barbara was first forced to lie on the floor with her
    legs spread apart in front of  June while June worked her foot into Barbara's
    vagina.  Then Barbara was made to lick Paul's semen from the dripping foot.  It
    didn't take Barbara long to realize that June was a natural when it came to
    degrading and humiliating any willing, or coerced, victim within her control.
    When June ordered Barbara to get a dildo, she went into a tirade when Barbara
    told her she had none.  June stomped to the refrigerator and returned with a
    variety of vegetables, hot dogs and sausages which she forced Barbara to insert
    into her pussy and ass.  The rest of the afternoon was spent with Barbara
    blushing and crying as she performed every perverted act June could think of.
    Her tongue had licked June's and Paul's assholes, pussy, cock, balls, even the
    soles of June's shoes.  Her poor vagina and rectum had been used by hands,
    feet, bananas, carrots, ears of corn, and the Polish Kielbasa she had planned
    to serve for dinner.  June was still barking orders when Barbara heard the
    clock strike one.  As if on cue, she stopped what she was doing and stood up.

          "It is now 1 o'clock.  I want you two to leave my house NOW!"  Still
    red-faced and in tears, Barbara watched as June and Paul jumped for their
    clothes and hurriedly dressed before running out the door.  Their response even
    surprised Barbara who finally felt good seeing someone else jump to her
    commands.  When they were gone, she washed up and began to straighten the house
    in preparation of her beloved, normal, evening with John and the kids.

                                    ***************

          Barbara waited until they were again in bed for the night before she
    recounted the events of the day to John. Again she noticed John getting an
    erection as she told him of the tortures she went through.  Just like the night
    before, when she had finished her story John rolled on top of her.  Tonight,
    though, Barbara wanted nothing to do with sex.  She told John she was not in
    the mood but he paid no attention to her.  She had never refused him when he
    wanted sex before and decided that she wouldn't start now.  She lied there like
    a log until he was through and had rolled off of her.

          "You know, John, sometimes you're a real pig."  She said as she rolled
    over onto her side with her back to him.

          "I'm sorry, Barb.  I just get so excited listening to you."  John's
    apology fell on deaf ears.  He decided now would be as good a time as any to
    tell her.  "Look, Barb.  There's something I've got to tell you...."

          Barbara listened, at first in disbelief and then in horror, as John told
    her of Cheryl's plans for the future.  When he was through, she said nothing.
    She stared at the wall and began crying.  She cried until there were no more
    tears left to cry and the sun began to rise.

                               Part 5:  The Final Descent

          "Hi, Barbara. This is Cheryl."

          Barbara's heart starting pounding when she recognized the voice on the
    other end of the phone. She had been expecting this call ever since John told
    her of Cheryl's future plans. She would panic whenever the phone rang. She
    spent endless hours each day thinking of things she could say that would change
    this bitch's mind. She vowed to herself that she would be strong and forceful
    when the moment came, but now that it was here, her knees began to buckle and
    she groped for a chair to sit down in. She opened her mouth to speak, but no
    words came out. Her carefully rehearsed speech was lost somewhere in the deep
    recesses of her mind and she could only recall images of her degradation and
    humiliation at the hands of this woman who was speaking to her.

          "Hello? Are you there? Barbara, speak to me!"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl, I'm here." Barbara began weeping. She had no idea
    why she became so weak when confronted by this younger woman who was once one
    of her best friends. This girl, who wasn't satisfied with forcing her to
    perform the most vile and humiliating sexual acts, was now demanding more.
    More, perhaps, than Barbara could give.

          "Has John told you about my move?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl. He told me what you planned to do, but he didn't
    give me any details or elaborate any further."

          "Oh." Cheryl sounded disappointed. She wanted to tell Barbara herself
    just so she could see the expression on her face. "Well, in that case, I'll be
    there for lunch today at around 12:30. Don't make anything to eat, I'll bring
    it with me. You just get yourself ready, a robe will be fine, and we'll discuss
    just exactly what is expected of you and what your options are."

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara had hardly gotten the words out of her
    mouth when she heard Cheryl hang up the receiver. She placed the phone on the
    cradle and propped her head against her hand while she recalled what John had
    told her.

          John did not mince words when he informed her of Cheryl's plans. It was,
    after all, a very simple, straight-forward, move. Cheryl was divorcing Don. Don
    had agreed to the divorce and to provide her with ample support money while
    Cheryl to movie into Barbara's quest room. That was all he said, and that was
    all that had to be said. Barbara couldn't help but think that Cheryl was
    positioning herself to steal John away from her. She refused to accept that
    scenario and would do whatever she had to do to keep John. She became
    determined to lay her cards on the table when Cheryl came to lunch and to, at
    the very least, voice her opposition to the move. Her mind made up, she got up
    from the table and began to get herself prepared for Cheryl.

                                    ***************

          Cheryl didn't bother to knock when she arrived at Barbara's house for
    lunch. She figured that it was unnecessary since she was about call it her home
    as well. She saw Barbara sitting at the table wearing only a robe and obviously
    startled by the sudden intrusion. She laid the bags of Chinese take-out she
    purchased for their lunch on the table and walked over to the cabinets to get
    the plates and utensils they would need.

          "Gee, I thought you'd at least have the table set for lunch, Barb. You
    knew I was bringing something for us to eat." Cheryl stated her disappointment
    in a calm manner and did not seem to be extremely annoyed.

          "I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. I've had a lot on my mind lately and I guess
    the time just slipped up on me." Barbara got up and went over to help Cheryl
    ready the meal. She poured them each a large glass of iced tea and carried them
    to the table.

          "I guess you have had a lot to think about lately. Let's eat first and
    then we'll discuss the situation like rational adults. Okay?"

          "Okay, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara agreed.

          The two women sat and ate their lunch without muttering a single word to
    each other. Cheryl couldn't help but notice how nervous Barbara was as she
    picked through her meal. She wondered if Barbara's uneasiness was due to worry
    about what humiliation she would have to endure today, or whether it was
    brought on by the planned move. When she had finished eating, Cheryl pushed her
    plate away and sat watching the trembling Barbara nibble at the plate of
    Mandarin Beef and Rice. Finally, the tension between the two women became to
    much for Cheryl to bear.

          "What's the matter, Barbara? Don't like Chinese?" Cheryl asked while
    reaching in her purse for a cigarette.

          "No, I mean yes, I like Chinese, Mistress Cheryl. I'm just not used to
    eating it for lunch, and I guess I'm a little nervous today." Barbara replied.

          Barbara's nervousness had been evident to Cheryl from the moment she sat
    down at the table to eat. She lit the cigarette and drew in a deeply, exhaling
    the smoke through her nostrils. She guessed it was time to get on with
    explaining the conditions of her move to Barbara. She wasn't quite sure how to
    go about it and had hoped for a little push from her "slave" to sort of get her
    fired up.

          "Well, let's go into the living room and talk about it. I guess it's best
    if we clear the air about this move right off." Cheryl got up from the table
    and walked into the living room where she sat down on the sofa and crossed her
    feet on the coffee table.

          Barbara picked up the dishes from the table and placed them on the
    counter before biting her lip and proceeding to join Cheryl. When she entered
    the living room, Barbara was not sure what she was supposed to do. Thinking it
    better to do safest thing, she took off her robe and assumed her position in
    the center of the room.

          "No need to assume the position just yet, Barbara. Sit down and let's get
    whatever it is that's making you nervous off your mind." Cheryl motioned for
    Barbara to sit in the chair placed nearest the sofa, and watched as the naked
    woman sat. For some reason, Cheryl thought, Barbara looked better now than when
    she first saw her nude only about a couple of months ago. She seemed to look
    more sensuous than ever before. She studied the woman, nude but for a dog
    collar around her neck, for a few moments before beginning.

          "Okay Barbara. Tell me what it is that's bothering you. I assume it's
    about my new living arrangements. If it is, I want to know what you find so
    troubling." Cheryl took another drag on the cigarette before crushing it out in
    the ashtray.

          "Well, Mistress Cheryl, I..."

          "Let's cut out the formalities for the moment, Barbara. Call me Cheryl."
    Cheryl was hoping to get Barbara to open up and drop her guard.

          Well, Cheryl, I really don't know what to expect -- or what you expect of
    me. I mean, I've done everything you've asked me to do so far, even though I
    found most of them disgusting. The only thing that got me through most of those
    things was knowing that it would be over soon and I'd be back home and away
    from it all. Now, if you're living here, will there ever be an end? I don't
    think I could live every moment like that." Barbara began to cry and covered
    her eyes to avoid having to face Cheryl directly. "One more thing, I can't help
    but think that you're trying to take John away from me. I can't, ... I won't,
    let that happen. Believe me, I'll do whatever I have to do to prevent that from
    happening. I mean, I'll resort to any means within me to stop it."

          Having said her piece, Barbara wiped the tears from her cheeks and sat
    back in her chair to await Cheryl's reply. She couldn't stop her hands from
    trembling and attempted to hide the quivering by rubbing them together. She
    watched Cheryl lean back on the sofa, uncross her legs and spread them slightly
    apart. She didn't know why, but her eyes were drawn immediately to the spot
    under Cheryl's dress where her legs came together. She noticed that Cheryl
    wasn't wearing any underclothing and that caused her, for reasons unknown to
    Barbara, to become aroused. Embarrassed, Barbara blushed and quickly shifted
    her eyes to Cheryl's face.

          Cheryl saw Barbara staring under her dress and noticed her face turning
    beet red. She had hoped Barbara would provide her with an opening where she
    could announce her full plans to her. What she got was more than she had hoped
    for. She took her legs off the table and sat upright.

          "Barbara, I want you to move the coffee table aside and come sit on the
    floor between my feet while I answer you."

          Still trembling, Barbara got up and did as Cheryl requested. She sat down
    between Cheryl's feet and looked up at her face, waiting for an answer.

          "First of all, Barbara." Cheryl began, "Since you feel that way about
    John, you've already narrowed you options down to one. That option is you
    remain married to John and do all the nice little things that married couples
    are supposed to do, with the exception that you will also do whatever I tell
    you to do. Every night, after putting the kids to bed, you are to get yourself
    ready and report to me here in the living room -- nude, of course. On those
    nights when I have a date or other plans, you are to wait up for me, again nude
    and ready. When John is present, you will also do whatever he desires, but you
    must remember that I am your mistress and have absolute control over you. You
    will be required to do whatever may amuse me at the moment, and to accept
    whatever punishment I decide is fitting. From time to time, I may have company
    of my own over for the evening. They may be male or female, but their presence
    will not be an excuse for your not reporting here as scheduled. On occasion I
    may make arrangements for you to appear elsewhere, without me or John. You will
    go where ever I say and do whatever it is that I instruct you to do. I may
    forbid you to sleep in your bed with John. I may have you sleep with me, or in
    my bed while I sleep in yours with John, or even on the floor. You will do so
    without question or hesitation. These rules also apply during the day while the
    kids are in school. If you accept these conditions, you can remain here as
    John's wife and mother of his children. If you do not accept them, John and I
    have decided that he would leave you and file for divorce. With the photos and
    'witnesses' we have, we should have no problem convincing the courts that you
    are not a fit parent."

          Cheryl paused to light another cigarette and to allow her words to sink
    in. She watched Barbara's head drop to her chin and heard the sobs escaping
    from her lips.

          "On the other hand," she continued, "it won't be all that bad. I'll pay a
    fair price for my room and board and, if I have the time, help out with the
    housework. There may be times when you and John need to get out by yourselves
    and I'll be available to watch the kids for you. That is if I haven't made
    plans of my own. Just remember when you return, you must present yourself to me
    no matter what the time." Another pause and a drag from the cigarette. "So,
    Barbara, do you agree to the conditions?"

          Barbara couldn't stop her sobbing. What possible choice did she have? She
    thought about how this had all begun and how she just kept getting deeper and
    deeper, as though she had been caught in a whirlpool and she was being dragged
    further and further down into the depths. She was shocked to learn that John
    had actually agreed to leave her and take her kids with him if she did not
    agree to these despicable terms. She wished he were here now so that she might
    confront him and see for herself if Cheryl were telling the truth. She couldn't
    afford to take the chance of refusing the conditions set forth by Cheryl. Life
    would be hell under the stated terms, but it would be completely unbearable
    under the alternate circumstances.

          "Yes, I accept, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara had forgotten that she had been
    excused from addressing Cheryl as "mistress." It came out of her mouth
    instinctively.

          "I thought you would." Cheryl was beaming. In the beginning, she had no
    idea that her little plot would eventually lead to the total domination of
    Barbara. She had gotten rid of her husband, finally succeeded in snaring John
    for sex anytime she wanted, and had a slave to satisfy whatever whim or
    curiosity she craved at the moment. These outcomes, coupled with the fact that
    the alimony that Don had agreed to pay her would allow her to live comfortably
    without having to work, caused her to love her life more than ever before.

          "Now, about all those 'disgusting' acts you had to perform. Maybe you
    should look at the pictures and videotapes again. As I recall, those
    'disgusting' acts seemed to arouse you quite a bit at the time. In fact, if I'm
    not mistaken, those 'disgusting' acts seemed to provide you with some very
    heavy-duty orgasms." Cheryl paused and looked at the red faced Barbara sitting
    at her feet.

          "And don't for a moment think that I didn't notice you staring up my
    dress a moment ago." Cheryl spread her legs wide apart and continued. "Look
    now, Barbara. Look up my dress and tell me what you see."

          Barbara raised her head and peered up Cheryl's dress. She stared at
    Cheryl's vagina and watched it become moist. She could just faintly pick up the
    scent of the juices beginning to ooze from within. Cheryl was right. Barbara
    was getting aroused again.

          "I see your pussy, Mistress Cheryl"

          "Describe it to me Barbara. Tell me, in detail what you see." Cheryl was
    smiling.

          "I see your pussy. It's snuggled between your legs and hidden by wisps of
    curly hair. It's getting damp and I can smell its juices." Barbara continued to
    stare between Cheryl's legs, unable to turn her eyes away.

          "Do you like the way my pussy looks?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara began blushing again.

          "Tell me, Barbara. Is the smell beginning to excite you?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."

          "Would you like to kiss it?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."

          "Then ask me to allow you to, Barbara. Beg me to let you kiss and lick my
    pussy. Tell me what you'll do to repay me for allowing you such pleasure."

          "Please, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick and kiss your pussy. I want
    to so much, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick you until you come. I promise
    I'll do anything you ask me to do. I'll lick you all over, even your ass,
    Mistress Cheryl. I'll suck your titties real nice. Please, please let me lick
    you, Mistress Cheryl."

          Barbara couldn't believe the words she heard were coming from her lips.
    She couldn't believe that she actually wanted to lick Cheryl's vagina -- would
    do anything to place her mouth on that spot. Three months ago, she would have
    vomited at the thought of being forced to do such a thing. Now, she craved it,
    was drawn to its sensual aroma, desperately wanted to feel its warm moistness
    against her lips. She looked up at Cheryl's face and pleaded with her eyes.

          "I'd like that very much, Barbara." Cheryl moved her hand down and pulled
    up the hem of her dress exposing herself completely to Barbara. She began to
    rub her hand up and down her vagina while Barbara watched. "Yes, I'd love to
    feel your tongue on my pussy and my asshole again, but I don't think you
    deserve it right now. For now, you'll have to be content with masturbating
    yourself and licking your own juices off your fingers. Maybe later I'll let you
    kiss my pussy, but not now. Lay down at my feet and start fingering yourself.
    When I tell you to, take your hand out of your pussy and put it in your mouth
    and suck all the juices off."

          "No, Please, Mistress Cheryl. Please let me lick you. I like that so much
    better." Barbara pleaded as she clutched onto Cheryl's leg.

          Cheryl leaned forward and grabbed Barbara's hair.

          "Shut up and do as you are told!"

          Visibly shaken and disappointed, Barbara slid down and laid on her back
    with legs spread wide. Her hand began playing with her own vagina. Within
    moments she felt Cheryl's foot on her lips. She opened her mouth and began
    playing her tongue across her mistresses toes before sucking them into her
    mouth. She had three fingers inside herself and was beginning to pump them
    furiously as her hips bucked upwards trying to drive them in deeper. Her head
    bobbed back and forth as she sucked Cheryl's toes as though they were a cock.
    She felt the orgasm coming and began moaning as it began its crescendo. As the
    orgasm was reaching its peak, Barbara felt Cheryl's hand pulling hers away from
    its task.

          "That's enough for now, Barbara. Now clean that hand off." Cheryl said.

          Barbara quickly put her hand into her mouth and greedily licked and
    sucked the juices from them. She wanted to get them clean quickly so that she
    would be allowed to continue her masturbation.

          "My, my, Barbara. That's disgusting. I thought you didn't like to do
    disgusting things. Do you want to stop now, or do you want to continue doing
    disgusting things?" Cheryl smugly asked.

          "Yes, Please, Mistress Cheryl. I'll do more disgusting things. Please.
    I've got to cum." Barbara begged with desperation. Her mind was focused on her
    orgasm, and her orgasm only.

          "Fine. Start licking your nipples. If I like the way you do it, I'll let
    you do something else disgusting."

          Barbara's hands cupped her breasts and pushed them upwards. She bent her
    neck as far forward as she could and stretched her tongue to its limit as she
    began licking her own nipples. She frantically licked each nipple as she worked
    her finger over the one not being tongued at the time. As she licked and
    massaged her tits, her hips continued to push forward searching for
    fulfillment.

          "Okay, Barbara. You do such disgustingly good work with your tongue. Now
    let's see you work your fingers in your ass. You like playing with your ass,
    don't you?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I like it very much." Barbara quickly moved her
    hands down to her ass and began working two fingers into the tight opening.

          "What do you think now, Barbara? Do you think this is so disgusting?"

          "No, Mistress Cheryl. I mean, yes. It's disgusting, but I like it."
    Barbara answered. She knew it was disgusting but, at this moment, she wanted to
    do it.

          Cheryl watched Barbara work her fingers in and out of her ass as fast and
    as hard as the poor girl could. When it became obvious that she was once again
    nearing climax, Cheryl decided to end it.

          "That's enough! I think I've made you do enough disgusting things today.
    Put your hands behind your head."

          Barbara's eyes slammed shut as she shook her head from side to side. She
    couldn't believe Cheryl had ordered her to stop now. She was so close.
    Reluctantly she removed her fingers from deep inside her ass and clasped both
    hands behind her head. When she opened her eyes, she saw Cheryl light another
    cigarette and stare at her. Guilt was coming over her again. It seemed the
    guilty feelings were occurring with greater frequency lately. She hated it. She
    hated being forced to endure these degradations that made the guilt come back.
    She laid there quietly, assessing herself, while Cheryl smoked her cigarette
    and watched. Cheryl's glare made her even more uncomfortable and caused the
    guilt to increase. Despite all the guilt and humiliation, Barbara still felt
    her body craving an orgasm. She had come so close -- to close to stop now. She
    blushed bright red as she looked at Cheryl staring at her crotch, but she was
    also getting off on being watched. She had only one wish at the moment. She
    wished Cheryl would let her continue masturbating.

          Cheryl crushed out the cigarette and stood up while she smoothed her
    dress. She looked at the prone Barbara and placed the toe of her shoe against
    the slave's vagina. This gesture drew an immediate response from Barbara as her
    hips moved against the pointed shoe in a futile attempt to drive it into her.

          "I shall be moving in this Saturday." Cheryl finally broke her silence
    and spoke in a very business like tone. "John will be helping me move my things
    so it shouldn't take all that long. Just be ready for me Saturday night. Until
    then, you are not to have sex with anyone -- including John. Do you
    understand?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara replied. She was genuinely frustrated
    and, at the same time, embarrassed.

          "See you then." Cheryl grabbed her purse and walked out the door leaving
    Barbara lying on the floor, nude, with hands clasped behind her head.

          Barbara remained on the floor until she heard Cheryl's car start and pull
    out of the driveway. She got herself up and looked out the window to confirm
    that Cheryl had indeed left before she walked into the kitchen and opened the
    refrigerator. She grabbed the Kielbasa she had bought to replace the one put to
    other uses by Julie. She set the sausage on the cutting board and made one,
    clean, cut. She picked up the two pieces of meat and carried them into her
    bedroom.

                                    ****************

          The rest of the week went by without incident. John would come home from
    work, eat supper and retreat to the basement where he would continue with his
    remodeling project until bed time. Barbara tended to her duties around the
    house as normal. Normal meaning the physical aspects of day to day routine.
    Mentally, she was anything but normal. She thought about her last visit from
    Cheryl often. She couldn't believe that she had actually let her body take
    control of her mind to the extent that she was begging to lick Cheryl's pussy
    and ass. Each time the memory came to mind, she would visibly shake and start
    to sob. Her current state of mind caused her to worry almost every waking
    moment. She worried about what she had become and about her marriage to John.
    The two of them had hardly spoken to each other since he told her about Cheryl
    moving in. Since that time, she had strong doubts about his love and concern
    for her. She dreaded to think of what would become of the marriage once Cheryl
    was living with them.

          On Saturday morning, over the morning coffee, John had announced that he
    was finished with the basement. He told Barbara that everything looked real
    nice and that he would give her the "grand tour" when he had finished moving
    Cheryl's belongings in. The announcement seemed to cheer Barbara up and add a
    special glow to what was the beginning of a very dark day to her. She couldn't
    wait to see the kids playroom and her laundry room. It would be so great not to
    have the kid's toys lying all over the living quarters. She wanted to start
    moving the toys and laundry supplies down immediately, but John told her no and
    ordered her, to clean the spare room one more time before the furniture
    arrived. Her disappointment was evident and she didn't have to tell him, but
    she did anyway. She saw no reason to clean the room again. After all, she had
    just spent an entire day cleaning and hanging brand new drapes in the room when
    after he had finished repainting it less than a month ago. His reply shocked
    her. In so many words he had said that he didn't give a damn about what she
    thought. He wanted the room spotless and smelling like it had been freshly
    cleaned when Cheryl arrived. Barbara didn't argue. She did not want to start
    the day off on a bad foot as far as John was concerned.

          In between getting the kid's breakfast and breaking up their spats,
    Barbara was able to get Cheryl's room finished just as she heard John pull the
    U-haul truck into the drive. She walked into the kitchen and looked out the
    window. John was swinging the truck doors open as Cheryl pulled her car into
    the drive. She saw Cheryl stop and talk to John briefly before walking to the
    back door. Barbara quickly turned on the coffee pot and pretended she was busy
    straightening the kitchen as Cheryl entered the room.

          "Whew! I'm glad that's over." Cheryl exclaimed as she plopped down at the
    kitchen table. "I sure am glad to get the hell out of that place and out of
    Don's life. How are you doing, Barbara? Didja' miss me?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered as she carried the sugar and
    creamer, along with three cups, over to the table.

          "Good! I'm glad to hear that, because I've got a big night planned for us
    all tonight." Cheryl ran her hand up Barbara's dress as she set the tray on the
    table. "But, like I said, as long as the kid's are up and around, it's just
    plain 'Cheryl'." She put one finger into the leg of Barbara's panties and
    snapped the elastic. "This, though, is a no-no at any time! From now on, you
    will wear absolutely NO underclothing unless you have my express permission to
    do so. I suggest you remove them right this minute. Are you wearing a bra,
    too?"

          "No, I don't have a bra on. I rarely wear one when I'm just cleaning
    around the house." Barbara said as she slid the panties off her legs and placed
    them in Cheryl's open hand.

          "Good. I never did either. Bend down and open your mouth." Cheryl said as
    she balled Barbara's panties in her hand. When Barbara bent down with her mouth
    open, Cheryl inserted the panties into her mouth. "Keep them there until the
    kids come in, or I tell you to remove them."

          Barbara's eyes started to tear and she went to the coffee pot and filled
    three cups with the dark brew. She was carrying them to the table when John
    entered.

          "Oh! Thank God! Barb, you read my mine. I'm dying for a cup of coffee.
    How have the kids been?" John sat at the table and waited for Barbara to bring
    the coffee and answer him. When she set the coffee in front of him, he looked
    up and saw the tears in her eyes. Barbara opened her mouth and he saw why she
    had not answered. He stood up and pried the panties out of her mouth and threw
    them down on the table in front of Cheryl.

          "Look, Cheryl, we agreed that this stuff would not take place while the
    kids were around and could see." John was annoyed. "Let's not start this new
    relationship off on a bad foot. Okay? I agreed to whatever you wanted, but I'll
    not take even the remotest chance that my kids will notice something out of
    place."

          Cheryl was surprised by John's outburst. She gathered Barbara's panties
    into her hand and looked at Barbara.

          "You're right, John. I apologize. I must not have been thinking clearly
    when I put them in her mouth where the kids might notice them." A smile came
    over Cheryl's face. "Come here, Barbara, and spread your legs."

          Barbara walked over to Cheryl and spread her legs as Cheryl reached under
    her dress and pushed the wadded material into her vagina. She looked over at
    John and began to sob again.

          "That will do for now. Later, we'll put them back in your mouth." Cheryl
    smugly looked Barbara in the eye and began to sip her coffee.

          The trio finished their coffees without much else being said. John was
    the first to get up from the table and exclaimed "there was work to do" as he
    left for the truck. Barbara and Cheryl walked out behind him and began giving
    him a hand in loading the furniture onto the hand cart. When the last load had
    been taken into the house and put in it's place, John closed the truck doors
    and climbed into the driver's seat advising Cheryl to follow him to the truck
    rental agency and drive him home. He then told Barbara to start supper and get
    the kids cleaned up. Barbara nodded in the affirmative and walked back into the
    house to begin dinner as John and Cheryl left. While preparing the meal,
    Barbara thought about taking the panties out of pussy, but feared that,
    somehow, Cheryl might notice that she had done so and inflict further
    punishment. She left them in place and put up with the discomfort while she
    went about her duties.

          Later that afternoon, after the dishes had been washed and put away and
    the kids bathed and put to bed, Barbara informed Cheryl that she was going in
    to take her shower and asked what she should wear.

          "I don't think clothing will be necessary tonight." Cheryl replied with a
    sly grin.

          "I'm going to have to take these out to douche, you know." Barbara spat
    out while pointing to her pussy.

          "Now let's get something straight right away." Cheryl angrily shot back.
    "The kids are in bed and I am now 'Mistress Cheryl'. Got it?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara meekly answered. "What about my panties,
    Mistress Cheryl?"

          "When you're all finished with everything else, call me. I'll come in and
    take care of the panties. Until then, leave them right where they are!"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara said with head bowed. "Mistress Cheryl,
    may I ask a favor?"

          "What is it?"

          "Mistress Cheryl, John just got done remodeling the basement and I've
    been dying to see it. Would you please let him show it to me?"

          "Oh, yes. I've heard about it. Of course, Barbara. When you're through
    getting ready, we'll all go downstairs and have a look. I'm rather anxious to
    see it myself." Cheryl turned to John and winked.

          Barbara went to the bathroom and began her shower. She carefully washed
    her body and shampooed her hair then shaved her legs and pubic area. When
    through, she dried herself off, brushed her teeth before blow drying her hair,
    applied a basic amount of make-up and replaced the dog collar around her neck.
    Satisfied that she could no longer put off the inevitable, she walked to the
    living room and told Cheryl that she was ready to douche.

          "Let's all go see the basement first." Cheryl exclaimed.

          Barbara followed John down the stairs as Cheryl brought up the rear.
    John's face was aglow with pride as he displayed the play room, pointing out
    the built in toy boxes and color television with its own VCR. He described how
    he had insulated the room to prevent the sound from spreading through the house
    and how he chose the paint for the walls so that the kids could use their
    crayons on them and the marks could be easily wiped clean. After the playroom,
    he took equal pride in presenting his workshop, describing every detail,
    without noticing the boredom on the women's face. Next, came the laundry room.
    It was everything Barbara asked for and more. It was large and featured ample
    space for the ironing board and iron with a clothes rack, for hanging clothes,
    running the entire length of one wall. The best feature was the built in
    laundry chute, which allowed Barbara to throw dirty clothes through a door in a
    central location upstairs, and have them fall into a basket near the washer. A
    small TV shelf was mounted on a shelf in the far corner. Barbara was beside
    herself with glee and was oblivious of her nudity and situation. As she looked
    around the room, she noticed another door on the wall to her right. She walked
    up to it and attempted to turn the handle. It was locked.

          "Where does this go to? Back to the play room?" Barbara spun around and
    asked John.

          "Uh, no. That's a separate room." John appeared ill at ease when asked
    about the room. "We, Cheryl and I, decided that there should be another
    room..."

          "Yes," Cheryl interrupted. "You see, we thought that it would be better
    to have a room for us adults to use. You know, sort of a 'recreation room.' Do
    you have the key, John?" She held out her hand toward John.

          "Yeah, I have it right here." John fumbled through his pockets and
    retrieved a ring with several keys on it. He leafed through the set and picked
    out the one for the door and handed it to Cheryl.

          Cheryl inserted the key into the lock and with a twist, opened the door.
    She flipped a light switch on the wall and stepped aside.

          "After you, Barbara. After all, this room was really intended for your
    use." Cheryl spread her arm out into the room.

          Barbara entered the room and immediately gasped out loud. Her hands flew
    up to cover her nose and mouth and tears began to flow once more. "Oh, no. Oh,
    no." were the only words she muttered as she looked around the room. It
    resembled a medieval torture chamber equipped with devices similar to those she
    saw at the leather goods shop. In the corner to her left was a small cabinet
    atop of which sat a TV and video recording equipment. Along the same wall was a
    large laundry basin and above it a shelf. On the shelf was an assortment of
    enema bags and a douche bulb. The wall directly in front of her was left
    uncovered and the cinder blocks were painted a dark gray. A number of large
    hooks and eye bolts were anchored into the wall at various positions. On the
    wall to her right hung belts, ropes, chains and the cat of nine tails she
    remembered Cheryl purchasing. Also against that wall stood a small chest of
    drawers. In the center of the room were two objects which were alien to
    Barbara. One looked similar to a doctors examination table, complete with
    stirrups. The other object appeared to be hand made and resembled a carpenter's
    saw horse. It had a slightly wider board across the top which was padded and
    covered with leather. One end was shorter that the other, as though the horse
    were kneeling. Near the bottom of each leg were eye bolts. Barbara looked up at
    the ceiling and saw that large wood beams ran across it. From several of the
    beams hung chains and pulleys. She dropped her head and moved her hands upward
    to cover her eyes as she cried.

          "This room, Barbara, was originally designed as a punishment room for
    those occasions when you require discipline." Cheryl said as she walked to the
    center of the room and faced her slave. "We put a lot of thought into designing
    it because we believed it would be in frequent use. The entire room is sound
    proof so that your cries will not be heard by anyone who may be in another part
    of the house. To your right, next to the light switch, is a intercom from which
    we can monitor what is going on upstairs. You know, the kids, or the doorbell,
    etc. We were so thrilled with the way it came out that we decided to add the
    video equipment and utilize it to record your punishments and humiliations. How
    much time you spend in this room depends almost entirely on you. There may be
    times that we will utilize the room for recording or other things that aren't
    connected with punishment, but, for the most part, you should fear this room
    and what it represents."

          Barbara did not have to hear those last words to know that this is one
    room she did not ever want to see again. It was the only room that retained the
    hard concrete floor and the cool dampness that went along with it. She shivered
    as the dampness on her bare feet caused a chill to run through her body and she
    thought about the things that might take place here.

          "I guess now would be a good time to take care of those panties and,
    perhaps, christen the room, Barbara." Cheryl stood with her arms folded across
    her chest and looked at Barbara. The sight of the woman standing there, nude,
    quivering, sobbing, in utter despair over her situation, gave Cheryl a rush.
    The power she held over this beautiful, young, woman caused her to experience
    an exhilaration like none she had never known. The mere thought of having a
    cowering slave ready to lick her feet, or anything else, on command, created an
    immediate flow of juices to soak her pussy.

          Barbara looked at Cheryl, then John with a surprised, hollow, gaze. She
    had done nothing wrong. She did nothing that would call for her punishment. She
    was about to say so, but thought that might give them reason to escalate their
    plans for her in this room. Instead, she looked back at Cheryl and spread her
    legs wide.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."

          "Well? What are you waiting for? Get them out of your pussy!" Cheryl
    demanded.

          Barbara reached down and inserted her thumb and forefinger into her pussy
    and grabbed the edge of the panties. She was surprised at how wet they had
    become and how easily they slid out of her. She held them out towards Cheryl,
    gripping them with the same two fingers she used to retrieve them from within
    her.

          "What are you handing them to me for? I don't want those smelly things.
    Don't you remember where they were supposed to go?" Cheryl smirked as she
    glanced over at John, then thought of something and held up her hand in a
    halting gesture. "Oh, wait! Dammit, John. We should have this on video tape.
    Let's start over. John set up the equipment and Barbara, put them back in your
    pussy."

          John hurried over to the recording equipment and began to set everything
    up as Barbara began inserting the panties back into her vagina. She used her
    index finger to gingerly poke the wet, slimy material back from where she had
    just pulled them. She turned to face the video camera, and John, as Cheryl
    ordered and waited for the command to restart her "performance."

          "Ok, Barbara, let's run through this." Cheryl began. "When I say
    'Action!', what are you going to do?"

          "I'm going to pull the panties out of my pussy, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara
    shakily replied.

          "Yes, yes. And then what?"

          Barbara was befuddled. She had no idea what she was to do next.

          "I... I don't know what next, Mistress Cheryl"

          "Don't you remember where I put them first, before I stuck them in your
    pussy? Don't you remember my telling you that they would be put back there
    later? Now, where are you going to put them after you pull them out from your
    cunt?"

          "My... my... mouth?, I should put them in my mouth, Mistress Cheryl?"

          "See? You do remember. It's amazing how well your memory functions when
    punishment looms ahead. Are we ready yet, John?"

          John nodded affirmatively. Barbara was momentarily blinded when John
    turned on the camera's bright lights. She stood there in the lights' heat and
    waited for Cheryl's signal. At the command, she reached back into her pussy and
    retrieved her panties again. She held them up to the camera at Cheryl's
    prompting and watched as John worked the zoom in and out. She was humiliated
    beyond belief when she saw the lens pan over and zoom in on her face. A prod on
    her ass from Cheryl and Barbara opened her mouth and brought the stinking, wet
    panties closer. She smelled her juices mingled with the sweat accumulated
    through a day's worth of housework. Her stomach wrenched and began to feel
    queasy as the first fringe entered her mouth and touched her tongue. Cheryl
    whispered asides to Barbara, telling her to face the camera, stuff them
    entirely into her mouth, smile, etc., etc. When Barbara closed her mouth,
    making the panties disappear from the camera's view, the camera stopped rolling
    and Cheryl applauded. The hot lights, however, stayed lit.

          "Now we can finish cleaning you up. Douche time, Barbara, then enema
    time. Isn't this fun, Barbara?"

          Barbara's attempted reply came out as an unintelligible muffle which
    caused Cheryl and John to laugh almost hysterically. Cheryl took Barbara's arm
    and led her over to the sink while John started the camera rolling again and
    followed the women. Barbara, tears streaming down her cheeks, was forced to
    face the camera and smile, allowing just a wisp of the panties to protrude from
    between her teeth, as Cheryl readied the douche and enema. Her eyes widened
    when Cheryl held up the enema nozzle in front of them and applied a thin
    coating of KY Jelly.

          Cheryl ordered Barbara to turn around and bend over, keeping her legs
    spread wide. Barbara complied. Cheryl then ordered her to reach around and
    spread her cheeks "real wide for the camera." Embarrassed, humiliated and
    sobbing, Barbara again complied. She felt the nozzle enter her ass and the
    accompanying flow of water begin to fill her. Within seconds, she felt the
    large douche tip slide easily into her sopping wet vagina. The liquid shot up
    to her cervix and rushed back down, creating a trickling stream of vinegar and
    water to flow down her legs and form a puddle around both of her bare feet. She
    felt Cheryl squeeze her labia around the nozzle in a vain attempt to stem the
    flow.

          Barbara was at the point where she found it almost impossible to hold any
    more of the enema inside her. She felt it begin to leak out her rectum and
    dribble down across her vagina where it mixed with the douche escaping her cunt
    and flowed to the floor. Suddenly, she felt Cheryl's hand on the enema nozzle
    and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Cheryl ordered her to use one hand to
    squeeze her pussy shut as she removed the douche nozzle. Barbara took one hand
    from her buttocks and squeezed her pussy as tightly as she could as Cheryl
    slowly removed the nozzle from it. Cheryl then pushed a butt plug, the large,
    penis shaped one purchased at the adult novelty store, into Barbara's other
    hand and told her to get ready to insert it as soon as the enema nozzle was
    removed. It was all Barbara could do to get the butt plug into her ass as
    quickly as necessary to stop the water from gushing out. Still bent over, ass
    to the whirring camera, one hand squeezing her vagina while the other held the
    butt plug in place, Barbara wept profusely.

           Barbara stood and faced the camera as directed to by Cheryl. Her crying
    had made it necessary for her to breathe through her mouth which, in turn, had
    allowed the wad of panties to protrude. She found it impossible to smile for
    the camera as Cheryl again ordered and managed only a sympathetic, tear filled,
    smile. The image of her standing there, in that predicament, caused John and
    Cheryl to break out in laughter once more. As soon as Cheryl allowed her to,
    Barbara made a quick dash to the bathroom to get rid of the liquids that filled
    her. She heard the continued laughter while she ran and Barbara wanted to die.

          Cheryl was standing next to the saw horse contraption when Barbara
    returned. In her hands, Cheryl held what appeared to be several leather dog
    collars similar to the one around Barbara's neck. The only difference being the
    ones in Cheryl's hands were wider and shorter than the one Barbara wore.
    Barbara soon learned that these "collars" were, in actuality, wrist and ankle
    cuffs. As Cheryl strapped them on her arms and legs, Barbara noticed that each
    cuff sported its own snap clasp which dangled freely. When completed with her
    task, Cheryl stepped back and pondered her handiwork.

          "Well I think they really look good on you Barbara. They go so well with
    your collar and seem to put the finishing touches on you. In fact, I like them
    so much I'm going to insist you wear them every evening when you present
    yourself. It might save us a lot of time." Cheryl reached forward and freed a
    clasp which had gotten snagged on one of the studs adorning a wrist cuff. She
    placed her hand under Barbara's chin and raised her down- cast eyes up to meet
    hers. She stared deeply into them as Barbara did to hers.

          "John tells me he always fantasized about fucking you in the ass,
    Barbara." Cheryl spoke in low, gentle tones. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?
    You'd love to feel John's big cock stretching your asshole, huh?

          Barbara, unable to speak through the panties, nodded her head up and down
    as tears began flowing again.

          "Yes, I thought so. You, being the slut you are, would certainly enjoy
    anything being shoved up your ass. Well, take those panties out of your mouth
    and crawl over to him and get him ready. Take his pants off and start sucking
    him until he's good and hard."

          Barbara dropped to her hands and knees and crawled over to John. As soon
    as she undid his belt and began to unzip his fly, she noticed that John needed
    no further attention to get ready. His cock had swollen to its limit and pushed
    its way through the opening in his boxer shorts when she pulled his pants down.
    She hooked her finger into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down
    to his pants, already at his ankles. John stepped out of both and stood before
    her. She gently cradled his testicles with one hand and used the other hand to
    begin feeding his cock over her flicking tongue and into her mouth. She sucked
    his cock deep into her mouth, until she felt the tip banging against the back
    of her neck. Her head bobbed and her hand feverishly massaged his balls. She
    felt John's hands on the back of her head as he held her firmly while thrusting
    his hips forward in an attempt to drive his hard cock deeper and deeper into
    her. In what seemed like only a few moments after she had begun sucking,
    Barbara felt Cheryl hands pulling her backwards.

          "Whoa. I said 'get him ready', not 'get him off'." Cheryl exclaimed as
    she pulled Barbara away from John's cock and lifted her to her feet. "Let's see
    how this table works now, shall we?"

          Cheryl pulled Barbara over to the sawhorse and made her straddle it at
    its high end then lie down on her stomach across the narrow beam connecting the
    two sets of legs. When Barbara was in position, Cheryl bent down and fastened
    the snaps on the wrist and ankle cuffs to the eye bolts screwed into the
    table's legs. In this position, Barbara's head was barely 18 inches off the
    floor, about knee high, while her rump jutted upwards offering anyone behind
    her a perfect view of her rear end and vagina. Cheryl stepped back to survey
    the scene and decided the bench needed repositioning. She bent back down and
    began turning a small crank handle connected to a worm gear that ran the length
    of the table. As she cranked, the table's legs spread wider apart causing the
    entire unit to move lower and the victim's arms and legs to spread wider and
    wider. When she noticed Barbara begin to wince in pain from the spreading of
    her legs, Cheryl stopped cranking and stepped back again for another look. This
    time Barbara's head was almost touching the floor while her legs were spread so
    wide that they had actually begun to pull her labia and anus open.

          "Perfect!" Cheryl announced. She walked behind the outspread Barbara and
    slowly pulled out the butt plug still firmly in place. "She's all yours, John."

          John moved in behind Barbara and pointed the end of his dick at the
    puckered hole before him. Cheryl, in the meantime, moved over to the video
    camera and pressed the buttons that caused it to hum once more.

          "Wait a minute!" Cheryl interrupted. "Damn! I'm so excited I'm forgetting
    everything tonight." She went over to the cabinet behind Cheryl and took out
    the large black vibrator. As she began to insert it into Barbara's dripping
    vagina, she turned the switch on the bottom and the vibrator started humming
    and vibrating intensely. The vibrating startled Barbara and she lurched forward
    uncontrollably.

          "OK! Now you're ready, John" Cheryl said, as though the fact needed a
    final, firm statement to assure its accuracy.

           Barbara felt the tip of John's cock against her anus again. This time
    there was no interruption, no pause, no sudden withdrawal, no orders or
    vocalizing. Just the pressure and the pain as the huge tool slowly inched its
    way past the tight opening. Once the tip had made it way past the rim, the rest
    of the cock followed easily. She felt its length deep within her belly. She
    felt it pressing against the vibrator nested in her vagina. As John began
    pumping his hips and working the cock in and out of Barbara's ass. the vibrator
    would press against her clitoris, shooting unholy sensations through her body.
    Although totally embarrassed, humiliated and downfallen, Barbara felt the
    beginning of an orgasm to build within her. She could not fight it. She
    couldn't tell it that it wasn't right to happen now, under these circumstances.
    She couldn't focus her mind on the disgusting objects around her or the
    smiling, leering Cheryl watching the goings on with sinister joy. She had no
    control over her own body at these times. She felt her hips beginning to move
    back and forth in syncopation with John's. The vibrations emanating from the
    object thrust into her pussy seemed to intensify as John's thrusts became
    faster and harder. Her hands gripped the legs of the table and her fingernails
    dug into the hard wood as her swooning began. Soon, very soon, Barbara knew her
    entire body would be overcome by the dizzying, tingling, ultimate high known as
    orgasm. Her ears began ringing so loudly she couldn't hear her own words.

          "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck it harder!"

          Barbara's screams caught Cheryl by surprise. She had never heard, nor
    seen, Barbara so uninhibited and so wild. She double checked the camera's view
    finder to make sure that the entire scene was being captured by the lens. She
    would enjoy playing this segment back for Barbara to watch over and over again.
    She watched John give one final, hard lunge forward and knew that he had come.
    At almost the same instant, Barbara began twitching and shaking violently and
    Cheryl knew that she, too, had reached Heaven's gate. Cheryl felt a warm
    rubbing sensation on her own pussy and looked down to see her own hand
    massaging it through her dress. She stopped abruptly and stood, motionless,
    watching the husband and wife come back down to Earth.

          When it was over, John stumbled back to his clothing and tugged his
    shorts and pants back over his hips and limp penis. He was gasping for air and
    unable to speak as he looked at, or rather through, Cheryl.

          Cheryl strode across the room towards Barbara. After staring at the semen
    dripping out of her captive's ass and running down to the vagina, Cheryl
    grabbed the vibrator, switched it off and pulled it out. She gently tossed it
    onto the table and returned to unsnap Barbara's cuffs from the table's legs.
    When finished, she walked to the sink and leaned against its coolness with her
    legs spread wide and her eyes still on Barbara.

          "Now that you two have had your fun, it's my turn." She looked directly
    at Barbara's drooped head and paused waiting, but not really expecting, a
    response. "Crawl over here, Barbara and start licking my pussy and ass. I want
    you to lick them like you've never licked them before. I want to have the
    biggest fucking orgasm in my fucking life!"

          Barbara rolled off the sawhorse and crawled over to Cheryl. Now that her
    orgasm was over and her body satisfied, the guilt was taking control. She never
    looked up at their faces, but knew that Cheryl was smiling and John eagerly
    watching, as she pushed her head under Cheryl's dress and began to lick her
    vagina. She felt Cheryl unbutton the front of her dress and let it fall open,
    exposing her body, and Barbara's face, to the camera's lens. Barbara reached
    around Cheryl's hips and began to work her fingers towards her ass. She
    playfully ran the tips of her fingernails over and around the rim before
    shoving one into the tight hole as she shoved her tongue deep into her vagina.
    She felt Cheryl push against her mouth, then finger in a slow, methodical
    rhythm. When Cheryl's hand began pushing her head tighter against the sweet
    twat, Barbara realized that Cheryl's orgasm was not far off. She worked her
    tongue faster and let it emerge from her pussy only long enough to trace the
    edge of the opening occupied by her probing finger. She wanted this over
    quickly. She wanted this to end now. She knew from experience that the only way
    to end this night would be to provide Cheryl with what she demanded -- one big
    fucking orgasm. As she was thinking it, it happened. Cheryl's juices filled her
    mouth and her bucking hips made it difficult for Barbara to continue licking.
    She moved her head away slightly and withdrew her finger from Cheryl's ass and
    let it drag across her cunt and over the clitoris as Cheryl quivered.

          "That was great!" Cheryl's praise pleased Barbara. It would mean the
    night was drawing to a close. Cheryl buttoned her dress and signaled John to
    stop the recorder.

          "Well, I'm ready for a good night's sleep. How about you, John?"

          "You bet. It's been a long, hard day capped off with the greatest fuck
    I've ever had." John put the video equipment away and handed the tape to
    Cheryl.

          "It is now 11:45. I want you to stay down her until 1 a.m., Barbara. At
    1, and not before, you may come upstairs. While you're here, feel free to look
    around at the many instruments of pain and pleasure we have purchased for you.
    You should look and remember what you see. You should pray that we never have
    occasion to use these toys. It will serve to remind you of what lies in store
    should you dare to disobey or show disrespect." Cheryl walked to the door and
    stood aside as John exited, then turned back to Barbara. "When you leave, lock
    the door then report to my bedroom. Waken me by licking my asshole. Lick as
    long as it takes to wake me." Cheryl walked out of the room and shut the door
    behind her.

          At first Barbara refused to look around the room. She did not want to see
    these obscene instruments of torture and lust. As the clock slowly ticked off
    the minutes as though they were hours, curiosity got the best of her. She began
    looking and feeling everything in the room. The whips, the chains, the nipple
    clamps and weights, the dildos and vibrators, the leather harnesses, the gags,
    the blindfolds. Each one caused her to shiver from fright. She vowed never to
    do anything which one necessitate their use.

          When the clock reached 1, Barbara shut off the light and locked the door
    behind her. She ascended the basement stairs and walked directly to Cheryl's
    room. She saw Cheryl lying on her stomach across the bed. She was totally naked
    and had her legs spread. Barbara quietly tiptoed over and placed her tongue on
    Cheryl's asshole. She began licking.

                                    ****************

          Barbara had gotten the kids of to Sunday School and John off fishing
    without incident and was just finishing putting the clean breakfast dishes away
    when Cheryl walked into the kitchen. Obviously just out of bed, Cheryl wore
    only a robe and slippers. Her hair was in disarray and her face bore the look
    of someone not quite alert yet.

          "Any coffee left?" She asked Barbara as she lit a cigarette and searched
    for an ash tray.

          "I think there's enough left for each of us." Barbara reached into the
    cupboard and pulled out two mugs which she filled with the remains of the
    morning's coffee. She grabbed the cups with one hand, an ash tray with the
    other, and carried them to the table. She plopped down in her usual chair and
    passed the coffee and ash tray to Cheryl. Both woman stared into the cups
    between sips and did not speak to each other.

          Barbara got up from the table and cleared the emptied cups while Cheryl
    reached for another cigarette.

          "So what's on the agenda for today?" Cheryl asked.

          "Nothing unusual." Barbara replied. "Just straighten up around the house
    and do some laundry. You know, the usual housewifely duties."

          "How'd you sleep last night?" Cheryl smiled as she asked Barbara the
    question.

          Barbara cringed. She remembered licking Cheryl's ass for what seemed like
    hours. She swore that Cheryl was awake and pretending to be asleep just to keep
    her licking. She remembered Cheryl finally mumbling about how good it felt and
    to keep it up. She did just that until she could no longer stay awake and
    closed her eyes. When she awoke this morning, her face was still between
    Cheryl's legs. She remembered the feelings of disgust and despair that she felt
    when she jumped up and hurried into the bath room to wash up and brush her
    teeth in preparation to rousing her family for the new day.

          "Fine, thanks. It wasn't quite enough, though. I'm still dragging."
    Barbara wanted to sound polite and cordial without giving Cheryl the
    satisfaction of hearing her complain or whine about last night.

          "I slept GREAT!" Cheryl said. "You know, Barbara, you have the softest,
    most talented, tongue imaginable." She couldn't resist the little reminder of
    Barbara's services. She waited for some kind of acknowledgment and was a little
    annoyed when Barbara just continued to straighten up to counter without so much
    as a pause.

          "You know, Barbara, I think you'd be much more comfortable doing your
    housework in the nude."

          No. Don't tell me it's going to start so soon. Not this early. Barbara
    reached down, untied the belt and removed her robe. Without speaking a word,
    she continued with her chores completely nude except for the dog collar, her
    constant reminder. She wiped, dusted, picked up, and moved things about while
    being totally aware of Cheryl's presence and watchful glare.

          "I'll be going out to dinner tonight." Cheryl announced. "So don't bother
    setting a place for me. I've got a date! I'm so excited. My first date since my
    break-up. Remember to wait up for me -- nude and ready, of course."

          "Good for you. I'm glad. Yes, I'll wait up for you." Barbara went about
    her duties elated that she would have the entire evening with the kids and
    John. She hoped Cheryl's date would be the start of a lasting relationship and
    that Cheryl would eventually remarry and forget all about this current
    arrangement. She thought about the prospects of that happening each time she
    paused from her housework. Her spirits were lifted and the day seemed somewhat
    better now. The rest of the day flew by. It was one of the happiest days
    Barbara had in quite some time.

          Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, Barbara sat on the
    couch and enjoyed the serenity of the empty living room. The TV was on but the
    volume was turned down to an almost inaudible level. No sound was needed.
    Barbara had seen this rerun a zillion times. She was just happy to relax and
    stretch out without be ordered to do this or do that. She realized that this
    peace would end as soon as Cheryl returned home, but for now she was content,
    just lying around.

          Barbara glanced up at the clock as she heard the car pull into the drive.
    It was 12:28 on the nose. She listened as she heard one car door slam, and then
    another slam. That couldn't be. Surely Cheryl wasn't bringing her date here.
    Panic struck. Should she remain nude as ordered? Or should she throw on her
    robe to greet the guest? She froze in a sitting position on the couch as the
    front door opened and Cheryl peeked in.

          "Oh, good. You did wait up." Cheryl's giggle and stumbling gate revealed
    her use of a bit to much alcohol that evening. "Barbara, I'd like you to meet
    Ronald."

          Barbara stood up and nodded her head as the handsome stranger walked
    through the room. He was a very tall man with wavy black hair and rugged good
    looks. The kind of man you'd expect to see in some action movie or Marlboro
    commercial. He looked at Barbara and his eyes opened to twice their normal
    size.

          "Ronald, this is Barbara, the girl I was telling you about. You remember,
    the one with the many talents?" Cheryl couldn't help but giggle at the end of
    each sentence.

          "Hi, Barbara. Glad to meet you. Cheryl's been telling me about you all
    evening long."

          I'll bet she has. Barbara though to herself. Her face reddened when she
    remembered her nudity and she squeezed her legs together a little tighter.

          "Yes, I can imagine. It's nice meeting you, Ronald." Barbara politely
    replied.

          "Now, now. Don't disappoint me, Barbara." Cheryl shook her finger at
    Barbara as she closed the double doors leading to the rest of the house. "It's
    'Master Ronald'."

          "Yes, I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. It's nice meeting you, Master Ronald."
    Barbara dropped her head and waited for the next command. She hoped, prayed,
    that she would not be led to the basement room.

          Cheryl grabbed Ronald's hand and led him to the couch where they both sat
    down.

          "Assume the position, Barbara." Cheryl barked and then giggled as Barbara
    snapped to the position. "Ronald and I had a really good time tonight. The only
    problem is that we're both a little horny and I suggested we come here where I
    was sure you could take care of our little problem. You will do that for us,
    won't you, Barbara?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." She answered. She was much to humiliated to face
    either of them and opted for a spot on the wall behind the sofa above their
    heads.

          "Good! Well, get to work! Crawl on over here and see if your talented
    mouth can get Ronald as ready for me as it got John ready for you last night."

          Barbara sobbed and her lower lip trembled as she crawled over to the
    couch and looked up at Ronald. His eyes remained glued on hers. Embarrassed,
    she quickly shifted her attention to his crotch and began unbuckling his belt.
    He raised his hips as Barbara pulled his trousers and underwear off together
    and laid them neatly on the sofa next to him. Her gaze was again directed to
    his crotch and the massive penis that hung there. She had never seen such a
    long, thick dick -- not even in pictures. She looked back up at his face and
    saw him smiling down on her while Cheryl was licking and blowing into his ear.
    Slowly she eased one hand under his testicles and gently cradled them while she
    gripped the huge cock with her other hand. Barbara knew there was no way
    possible for her to fit all of this cock down her throat. She leaned her head
    forward and began licking the head. Her tongue worked around the head and down
    one side of the shaft and up the other, returning to the bulbous end to repeat
    the sequence. A giggle, followed by a stern warning from Cheryl made Barbara
    put the tip of Ronald's cock into her mouth. She worked as much in as possible
    and then began bobbing her head as the cock slid in and out. She looked up as
    she sucked and saw Cheryl and Ronald in a tight embrace, their tongues
    intertwined and searching every nook and cranny of the other's mouth.

          "Oh, God!" Cheryl exclaimed. "Let me get that cock inside me." Cheryl
    pushed Barbara's head aside as she straddled Ronald's lap.

          "Stick it in , Barbara! Put that cock into my pussy!" Cheryl was on her
    knees looking over her shoulder at Barbara.

          Barbara eased the head of the cock to the center of Cheryl's pussy and
    slid the tip between the damp lips guarding the entrance. She held the shaft
    rigid as Cheryl lowered herself onto it. Barbara was amazed that Cheryl was
    able to engulf the entire cock with no trouble at all. She knelt with mouth
    open in awe as Cheryl moved up and down allowing the glistening cock to appear
    almost in its entirety then disappear in the pink hole between her legs.

          "Don't just sit there, girl. DO SOMETHING!" Cheryl screamed. "Lick his
    balls! Lick my asshole. Lick!"

          Barbara lowered her head and began licking everything in front of her.
    The couple's frantic motions prohibited her from concentrating on any one spot.
    She licked everything and anything that happened to move in front of her
    tongue. She wasn't sure whether she was more embarrassed or excited, but she
    was sure she feared the basement. She worked her tongue feverishly in an
    attempt to please them both, hoping that they would be so consumed with
    pleasure they would forget about the basement. It worked. Cheryl's rapidly
    increasing gyrations and Ronald's moaning announced the arrival of their mutual
    orgasm. Within moments the movements stopped and Barbara watched as Cheryl
    kissed and licked every crevice on Ronald's face. Finally, Cheryl rolled off
    his lap and spread her legs wide as she looked at Barbara still kneeling.

          "Time for you to get to work, slut!" Cheryl said. "Suck the cum out of my
    pussy and, when you're finished doing that, lick Ronald's beautiful cock
    clean."

          Barbara face turned red as she planted it between Cheryl's thighs once
    again. She hated it when Cheryl called her those names, especially in front of
    others. It was bad enough to be forced to submit to these dirty acts without
    being called disgusting names. Barbara was not a slut. She wanted to scream
    that out. To let Ronald know that she was doing this because she's forced to do
    it under the threat of blackmail, not because she enjoyed it. She wanted to
    scream at Cheryl and slap her face for calling her that name, but doing so
    would definitely win her a trip to the basement "horror chamber" for further
    humiliation and pain. Instead, she put her lips to Cheryl's pussy and set her
    tongue to work collecting the large load of semen dribbling out. When satisfied
    that she had gotten all of the cum from Cheryl's cunt transferred into her
    stomach, Barbara licked Cheryl's pubic mound clean. She licked the sweaty hairs
    and folds of skin where the thighs met the torso and returned to give the
    vagina one final lick before moving over to Ronald and cleansing his tool of
    sweat and pussy juice. She licked every inch of it and then moved to his balls
    and licked every inch of them, right up to his asshole, before she stopped and
    looked up at Cheryl.

          "Good Job." Cheryl proclaimed then, turning to Ronald asked, "Well, what
    do you think of my little whore now? I told you there was nothing she wouldn't
    do, didn't I?"

          Barbara hunched her shoulder and hung her head down as she began sobbing
    again. SHE HATED BEING CALLED THAT! She heard Ronald reply that she was worth
    whatever Cheryl pays her and that humiliated her further. She felt Cheryl's
    bare foot on her forehead and, before she could look up, Cheryl pushed her
    backward, flat on her back on the floor.

          "Your work is finished tonight, tramp. Get out of here and leave us
    alone."

          Barbara didn't know whether Cheryl's sudden mean temperament was due to
    the effect of the alcohol or just a way of showing off to her new boy friend.
    Neither did she care. She rose up and quickly made her way to the bathroom
    where she washed up before joining John, already in bed. She was relieved that
    the evening ended without a trip to the basement and with relatively little,
    although extremely degrading, activity on her part. She climbed under the
    sheets and snuggled up to John. She wondered whether he had been awake and
    heard any of what went on. A loud snore escaped his throat and Barbara was
    satisfied that he had not. She wrapped her arms around him and fell asleep.

                                ************************

          The days went by as usual. Usual meaning Barbara getting the kids off to
    school and John to work before stripping nude to do the housework while Cheryl
    watched and oft times interrupting Barbara to have her lick her feet or pussy
    or what have you. At times, Barbara was forced to accomplish her tasks with
    dildos inserted in her vagina and anus held in place with either a leather
    harness or rubber panties. During the afternoons, Cheryl usually made Barbara
    pose for Polaroid pictures. These photo sessions usually involved Barbara
    masturbating with various objects, including hands, dildos, bottles, mop
    handles, etc., or with Barbara spreading her labia and butt cheeks apart for
    close-ups. The sessions would start with Barbara feeling extremely humiliated
    and degraded but usually ended with her achieving an intense orgasm followed
    with equally intense feelings of guilt. Barbara was becoming accustomed to the
    degradation and followed Cheryl's instructions without hesitation, but she
    never got used to the guilt that followed.

          The evening sessions, with John present, were particularly upsetting to
    Barbara. She would be forced to watch Cheryl make love to her husband while she
    licked one or the other and "assisted" with either the "preparation" or
    insertion. On those nights when either John or Cheryl were not "in the mood",
    she would be required to masturbate or perform other disgusting acts. Trips to
    the basement were becoming more and more frequent, but were seldom for
    punishment. Barbara had resigned herself to her situation and carried out
    orders perfectly, without any indication of refusal. Her fear of the whips and
    paddles was greater than her loathing of the acts she was made to carry out.
    Not that Cheryl wouldn't find something wrong with the way she did certain
    things. These little "flaws" were not great enough for any whipping or severe
    form of punishment though. They would usually involve a "training session"
    followed by "memory incentives" such as wearing nipple clamps with weights
    attached and doing jumping exercises, or by being forced to hold in a large
    enema for a length period of time. Although they were painful and discomforting
    at the time, Barbara was grateful that she had not yet felt the sting of belts
    and paddles.

          During today's afternoon photo session Barbara was on her knees with
    forehead planted firmly on the floor and her hands spreading her butt cheeks
    while Cheryl worked the large vibrator in and out of her ass, pausing to snap
    pictures at various degrees of insertion.

          "Guess who I got a call from this morning?" Cheryl asked with a
    cheeriness better suited for the lunch table than this situation.

          "I don"t know, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's discomfort caused by the huge
    vibrator being shoved into her ass was evident in her shaking voice.

          "Mr. Bryant." Cheryl said. "You remember Mr. Bryant, Don's boss, don't
    you?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara would never forget Mr. Bryant and the
    night she was forced to have sex with a dog just to please his jaded interests.

          "Yes, I thought you would." Cheryl continued. "It seems he is hosting a
    show for all his customers and prospects and he wanted to know if I could get
    you to display your talents as part of a special treat for them. He said there
    would only be about 50 or 60 buyers there. At first I wasn't sure what special
    talents he was talking about, but then it occurred to me what he had in mind."

          Barbara shivered and felt the goose bumps form on her arms and legs as
    Cheryl spoke. She knew Cheryl was perfectly aware of what Mr. Bryant wanted to
    see from the beginning. This little game of words Cheryl was playing was only
    intended to tease her. She remained silent, waiting for Cheryl to finish the
    story and hoping it would not end as she feared it would.

          "I checked with Jackie, my old neighbor, and she said she'd gladly let
    you use Rocco again, only, this time, she'd like to be present to witness it.
    Soooo....." Cheryl drug out the ending to the extreme knowing Barbara's insides
    were churning. "I called Mr. Bryant back and told him you'd be glad to do it.
    It's a week from this Thursday."

          Barbara panicked. The idea of being fucked by a dog in front of 50 people
    made her lose control of her judgment. She leapt up, letting the dildo slide
    out of her ass, and spun around facing Cheryl. Dropping to her knees once
    again, she began crying.

          "No! Please, Mistress Cheryl, not that again. Not in front of all those
    people. I can't, Mistress Cheryl. Please, Please call him back and say 'no'.
    I'll do anything else you want. Please!"

          Cheryl was stunned. Her shock soon turned to a feeling of elation as she
    watched Barbara groveling at her feet. She knew this announcement would set
    Barbara off into one of her crying fits, but she hadn't reckoned on this all
    out display of refusal and pleading. She picked up the fallen vibrator and
    grabbed Barbara's hair, pulling her head up in line with hers. She looked at
    Barbara's tear filled eyes for a moment then placed the vibrator on her lips.

          "Open!" Cheryl jammed the large vibrator into Barbara's mouth with one
    strong thrust. "How dare you act this way! I thought by now that you realized
    your station in life. Just remember that your body, all of your body, is at my
    complete disposal. YOU DO WHAT I SAY! I may not have control over your mind,
    but I most certainly control your body. You must realize that you have to
    control your mind to the extent that is does not interfere with what I say goes
    on with your body. To put it another way, my dear, your body is MY toy. I will
    do with it whatever I want. Whatever whimsical notion hits me, your body is
    there to carry it out for me. Got It?"

          Barbara couldn't speak with the dildo stuffing her mouth. She just nodded
    her head affirmatively against the strains of Cheryl's grip on her hair.

          "Good." Cheryl responded. "In a way, Barb, your outbreak pleases me. It
    means that I will finally get the opportunity to use some of the equipment in
    the cellar that has been neglected since their purchase. You will regret this
    pitiful outburst later this evening. Now turn around, assume your previous
    position and stick that vibrator back into your ass -- all the way into your
    ass! Then I want you to continue your housework while reciting out loud the
    parts of your body that belong to me. For example, I want you to say 'My cunt
    belongs to Cheryl.' Now snap to it!"

          Barbara slowly turned around on her knees and placed her forehead on the
    floor. Her ass was once again facing Cheryl. She placed the dildo against her
    anus and began to insert it very slowly. She felt the huge plastic cock making
    its way deep into her bowels until she could push it in no further. With a
    sudden jolt, she felt Cheryl push it in still deeper, causing a burning pain
    that caused Barbara to think that she surely had been injured. At Cheryl's
    command, Barbara stood up and resumed her cleaning, all the while exclaiming
    how her tits and ass and cunt belonged to Cheryl. Cheryl would repeatedly yell
    at her to talk louder until Barbara was virtually screaming her undignified
    message.

          That evening Barbara delayed getting the kids to bed as long as she
    could. It was John who had admonished her to stop procrastinating and start
    preparing herself for the punishment. His warning cut her like a knife. She had
    hoped that he would be merciful and perhaps even veto Cheryl's plan to use her
    as a public stage show. She realized that was not to be. Somehow, Cheryl had
    taken control of John's mind to the same extent that she had Barbara's body.
    Barbara looked into John's eyes and, with tear filled eyes, pleaded with him to
    show her pity. It was to no avail as John simply walked away and went into the
    living room to sit next to Cheryl. Beaten, Barbara put the kids to bed and went
    directly to the bathroom to make herself ready for her mistress.

          Barbara entered the living room naked except for her dog collar, wrist
    and ankle cuffs. She glanced at Cheryl and John seated on the couch and assumed
    her position in the center of the room. She stood that way, hands clasped
    behind her head and legs spread apart, for what seemed an eternity before
    either of them acknowledged her presence. Finally Cheryl looked directly at her
    face and scanned her entire body length.

          "I don't see any reason to start anything up here, Barbara. Get down on
    your hands and knees and crawl to basement fun room. John and I will be right
    behind you." Cheryl's voice was neither raised or emphatic, just cold.

          Barbara dropped to her knees and began crawling towards the basement
    door. When she reached up to turn the door handle, Cheryl slapped her hand and
    told her to use her mouth "like a good bitch would." Though it took several
    attempts, Barbara managed to open the door with her mouth and started down the
    stairs. She wondered what her abusers were thinking as they watched her decline
    to stairs with butt high in the air and accessible. The moment she had dreaded
    for so long was about to occur. The door to "the fun room" was equally
    difficult to open with her mouth but, again, she was able to accomplish it
    after several failed attempts. As she crawled into the room, she felt the cold
    concrete floor scraping her knees. When Barbara heard the door slam shut, she
    stopped crawling and awaited further orders.

          "Did the little slut douche and give herself a proper enema tonight?"
    Cheryl asked.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara replied. She looked at Cheryl's feet
    which were right in front of her. She had been allowed to give herself the
    enema for the past week now. It was a "time conserving measure" initiated by
    Cheryl after the process of having to give her an enema every evening got
    boring.

          "Good." Cheryl replied. "Now we can get right to the training and
    punishment part of the evening. You must learn to NEVER refuse, hesitate to
    carry out or question the authority of any order given you by me. Do you
    understand?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl."

          "As I told you before, you are MINE! Your body belongs to ME! I do with
    it what I want. You have absolutely no say in the matter. Understood?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara began sobbing heavily.

          "Just so there will be no doubt about my authority over Barbara, do you
    agree with me, John?" Cheryl looked at John setting up the video camera.

          "Yeah, Cheryl. You know it's okay with me. Whatever you want to do with
    Barbara is all right so long as it doesn't inflict any permanent injury or
    scars." John answered like a peon would address his boss at work.

          "Now, Barbara, lick the feet of your owner."

          Barbara leaned her head forward and began licking Cheryl's shoe covered
    feet. When she finished licking the smooth leather of one foot, Cheryl shifted
    her ankle exposing the sole. Barbara needed no additional hint as to what was
    expected of her. She licked the dirty soles of the shoes from toe to heel and
    when she had finished with that foot, Cheryl offered her the other. As
    disgusting as it was, Barbara suspected this humiliation was tame compared to
    what was in store for her when she was done. She had never been so right in her
    life. Her sobs and tears were being shed not because of what she was now doing,
    but for what lie ahead. When she finished the second foot, Barbara raised her
    head enough to catch a glimpse of John operating the VCR and sporting a huge
    hard-on. She started to cry again, this time the tears flowed from feeling
    sorry for herself and her dwindling relationship with the person she loved most
    -- John.

          "Just as I suspected." Cheryl broke the silence. "Anything involving your
    tongue would be done exquisitely. And who do you suppose owns your tongue,
    Barbara?" Cheryl grabbed Barbara's hair again and lifted her head up.

          "You do, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered between sobs and wincing from
    the pain of her hair being pulled.

          "Right again. That tongue will lick anything I command it to lick."
    Cheryl loosened her grip on Barbara's hair allowing the poor girl's head to
    droop against her chest again. "Okay, get up let's get started with the
    punishment so you won't soon forget what you learned today."

          Barbara rose up to her feet and was immediately led to the sawhorse. In a
    scant few minutes she once again found her ankles and wrists snapped to the
    legs and her butt raised high off the floor. Her spread legs exposed her anus
    and vagina completely. The next thing she knew, Cheryl was inserting the penis
    shaped gag into her mouth and strapping in place to prevent it from coming out.
    She could tell from the taste of the phallus on her tongue that Cheryl had
    first inserted it into her own vagina before putting it into her mouth. She
    felt her head being lifted by her hair again and saw the leather thongs of the
    cat-of-nine tails dangling in front of her eyes. The sight of the whip-like
    instrument frightened her immensely and her eyes opened wide expressing her
    fear. A few giggles from Cheryl and the cat disappeared from view.

          A stinging, burning sensation across her right buttock informed Barbara
    where the cat had disappeared to. She heard Cheryl count "1" followed by "24 to
    go" and she began to tremble. The second lash fell on her left buttock,
    followed by a third on her right one again. These alternate lashes lasted until
    the count of 10. The eleventh blow landed further down, and on the inside, of
    her thigh. This, too, lasted for a count of 10. Each blow brought greater pain
    and Barbara tried to scream each time the tails landed. The rubber "penis" in
    her mouth stifled her screams and made them sound more like moans. Just when
    she thought it couldn't get any worse than this, the 21st blow landed squarely
    on her anus, the tails stretching from her lower back to the beginning of her
    vagina. Barbara nearly passed out from the pain. The gag in her mouth was
    choking her sobs and the tears falling to the floor were so abundant they
    created, not wet spots, but puddles. The 22nd blow caught her vagina and
    Barbara began to writhe violently attempting to dodge any further blows. The
    next two blows fell alternately on her anus and vagina again, followed by the
    25th blow across the small of her back.

          A moment after the lashing stopped, Barbara smelt the aroma of witch
    hazel fill the room. Then she felt it. The liquid felt ice cold when it first
    landed on her aching butt. The coolness was replaced with violently burning
    when it ran down the crack between her cheeks, across her anus and vagina and
    down the inside of Barbara's tender thighs. She squirmed furiously and pulled
    against her restraints as the pain increased as time went by. She heard the
    whirr of the camcorder and the laughter of Cheryl as she moved her hips in
    desperation. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Cheryl's shoes once more.

          "That's stage 1, Barbara." Cheryl had once again lifted Barbara's head by
    her hair. "Just to show your husband's compliance, John is going to finish the
    spanking with 5 blows with this." Cheryl held the long, narrow, wooden paddle
    in front of Barbara's face and chuckled when she saw her frightened reaction.
    "Make them count, John. No love taps or I'll do it all over again myself."

          Barbara shook her head from side to side hoping Cheryl would show some
    mercy. Her silent pleas fell on deaf eyes and she felt the first blow of the
    paddle land on both buttocks. Then the second, third, fourth and, finally, the
    fifth. By this time the pain was so bad Barbara thought that surely she must be
    bleeding. Surely the cat and the paddle had cut into her flesh and opened large
    gashes. Nothing could hurt so badly without causing at least that much damage.
    Her salty perspiration mixed with the remains of the witch hazel prevented the
    pain from leaving. Barbara thought that they must have set a flame to her
    buttocks. The burning, aching sensations were unlike anything she had ever felt
    before.

          Barbara heard some scuffling and the sound of her wrist and ankle cuffs
    being unsnapped from the tables legs. She remained sprawled across the sawhorse
    unable to move her lower extremities without pain. She felt hands grab her arms
    and lift her off the table. She felt herself being dragged across the hard
    floor to the wall. She felt the gag being removed from her mouth allowing her
    to breathe deeply once more. She felt her body being lifted and her arms being
    raised above her head and fastened to the chains dangling from the ceiling. She
    felt her legs being spread wide and fastened to chains which, in turn, were
    fastened to rings mounted in the floor. She was suspended in mid air. Neither
    hands nor feet touched a surface. She opened her eyes and saw the blurry images
    of Cheryl and John wheeling a strange object into position between her legs. It
    appeared to be a tripod, made of metal legs, and holding a motor to which was
    connected a long pipe which could be adjusted by rotating a large gear. She
    closed her eyelids and felt something touching her vagina. As the object began
    to part her labia and force its way into her, Barbara knew it was another dildo
    -- a very large dildo. Larger than she had seen before. As it worked past the
    opening, Barbara felt her vagina being stretched to its limits, and perhaps
    beyond. It seemed to take the dildo forever to reach her cervix. There was no
    way this thing inside her could ever bring anyone pleasure, she thought. This
    thing was meant to cause pain. A task it accomplished very well. She reopened
    her eyes just in time to see John plug the motor into an extension cord.

          "You've had your lesson and punishment, Barbara. Now you must take time
    to reflect on what you have done wrong. Do you remember what started this? Do
    you remember what it is that you refused to do? Now tell me, Barbara, what is
    it that you are going to do for Mr. Bryant." Cheryl had stepped in front of
    Barbara.

          Barbara opened her eyes and looked down at Cheryl. Tears continued to
    flow and the pain was still tormenting her butt and thighs. The huge dildo
    inside her was becoming warm and she felt an oil-like substance oozing out of
    it and filling her vagina. The oil dripped out of her cunt soothing her abused
    pussy and easing the pain generated by the huge instrument of torture lodged
    inside her. In spite of her pain and embarrassment, Barbara knew she must
    answer or be subjected to even more punishment. She nodded her head as she
    spoke softly and deliberately.

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I remember. I'm going to let myself be fucked by a
    dog again so Mr. Bryant can entertain his customers." Barbara's head fell down
    against her heaving breasts and her eyes closed again.

          "Yes, you are going to do that, and anything else they ask you to do."
    Cheryl enjoyed tormenting her slave. "I'll bet that with 60 men there you'll
    wind up sucking at least 30 or 40 of them and being fucked by another 25 -- in
    both ass and cunt. I'll wager that you'll have more cum in you when the night
    is over that you've seen in your entire life. Then do you know what you are
    going to do, my little whore?"

          Barbara began crying at the prospects of that night. She was sobbing and
    heaving so greatly she found it difficult to answer.

          "No, Mistress Cheryl. I don't know what I'm going to do next."

          "Well, after the party's over, you're coming home and telling me every
    little detail. Your going to describe each cock you sucked and each one that
    fucked your ass and each one that fucked your cunt. When you've finished
    telling me how good each one felt, you're going to lick my ass and my cunt
    until I come. Then, if you've been especially good, I'll let you sleep at my
    feet." Cheryl stopped talking and allowed her words to be digested by Barbara
    before continuing.

          "Now, Barbara, you can spend the night down here. I'll come get you in
    the morning, but right now I'm going upstairs and going to bed with your
    husband. I'm gonna fuck him all night long while you hang here being fucked by
    this machine."

          Cheryl motioned to John and he clicked a switch on the tripod. Barbara
    felt the heated dildo begin to withdraw from her pussy. It was so thick that
    even the withdrawal caused discomfort. Just before its huge head came out of
    her pussy, Barbara felt it begin to make its way back in. She felt it pushing
    hard against her cervix before withdrawing again. She looked at John and Cheryl
    and watched them look at her before they shut off the light and left the room.
    She sobbed hysterically as she listened at their footsteps climbing the stairs.
    For the remainder of the night, her mind was occupied by thoughts of them
    making love in her bed and by the pain wracking her body. She would not have an
    orgasm tonight. She would not sleep this night. This, she thought, must be what
    Hell is like.

                                  ********************

          The night of Mr. Bryant's party had arrived and Barbara was busy readying
    herself for the evening. Cheryl had made arrangements for Jackie to pick
    Barbara up and drive her to the party and home afterwards. Cheryl had also
    picked out the outfit Barbara was to wear. It was a pair of white heels and a
    short, white, mesh beach wrap to serve as the dress. The "dress" was held on by
    one button on the side of the waist and was, for all practical purposes,
    transparent. Barbara was to wear only the shoes, dress and, of course, her
    collar. She put the outfit on and studied herself in the mirror. She flushed
    red and thought that she may as well go nude. As she was being inspected by
    Cheryl, Jackie pulled into the driveway and came to the door.

          Jackie was a much bigger woman than Barbara had pictured in her mind.
    Though pretty, and well built, she was more the outdoor type than party gal.
    She also was much younger, barely out of her teens, than Barbara had imagined
    her to be. She listened intently as Cheryl gave her the ointment containing
    estrogens and explained that it must be used liberally, both inside and outside
    of Barbara's vagina, for it to be effective. Her eyes fixated on the blushing
    Barbara as Cheryl also instructed her to make sure Barbara doesn't leave her
    sight and that she should report any instance of Barbara refusing to do
    anything asked of her. With all that said, the two women lightly kissed each
    other's cheek and bid their good bye, Jackie assuring Cheryl that she would
    call her the next day with all the details. Cheryl held open the door as
    Barbara led Jackie out to the car and got in. Rocco, seated on the rear seat,
    seemed bigger than Barbara imagined but she attributed it to the rather small
    confines of the automobile making the animal appear larger that it actually
    was.

          The two women sat side by side without saying a word to each other for
    quite some time. Barbara noticed Jackie was edgy and was gnawing her lower lip,
    occasionally glancing over at her. She sensed the girl was desperately trying
    to think of something to say which would break the barrier of silence between
    them. Barbara guessed that Jackie had a million questions for her in her mind.

          "Look." Barbara decided to break the ice. "I know you're dying to ask.
    I'm not doing this for money or kicks. I'm doing this because Cheryl is forcing
    me to do it. It's a long story, and I'd rather not go into it, but I either do
    as Cheryl says or be punished and, believe me, as bad as this is going to be,
    this is much easier to withstand than Cheryl's punishments."

          The remainder of the drive went by with the two woman engaging in heated
    chat. Jackie never asked why Barbara had to do these things and Barbara never
    volunteered that information. Jackie did ask what other things she had been
    forced to do and Barbara, although hesitant and deeply humiliated, told Jackie
    of her being forced to perform acts of lesbianism and being used as a "proving
    ground" for various dildos and objects. Before long the car pulled into the
    parking lot of Bryant Enterprises. Barbara felt a ball form in the pit of her
    stomach and she wished the ride would continue. She would much rather tell
    Jackie more stories than have to go through with this. She heard a door slam
    and realized that Jackie had gotten out of the car and was attaching Rocco's
    leash to his collar. Barbara took a long, deep, breath and got out of the car
    herself. She looked around the parking lot and surmised that Cheryl's estimate
    of 50 - 60 businessmen was conservative, at best. There had to be at least 100
    cars there. She swallowed hard and felt the tears beginning to form in the
    corner of her eyes.

          "I guess it would be better if you lead Rocco in." Jackie said as she
    held the leash out to Barbara.

          Barbara took the leash from Jackie and walked toward the large doors of
    the main entrance. Once inside, she was enthusiastically greeted by Mr. Bryant
    and several other men, all of whom have been obviously drinking and greeted her
    with wolf whistles and obscene remarks. She felt her face getting hot and tried
    to be bold and not give them the satisfaction of seeing her blush. She could do
    neither. She was led down a hallway to another door and before the door was
    opened, Mr. Bryant told her to take off her dress and shoes. Barbara looked
    over at Jackie and then did as she was asked. Totally naked except for a collar
    around her neck, Barbara lead Rocco into the large, crowded room. Everywhere
    she looked there were groups of people. To her complete surprise, there were
    women present also. Barbara estimated the crowd to be at about 100 to 150
    people, with about 30 women and the balance all men. Everyone in the room
    stopped talking and stared at her leading the dog to the center of the room.

          Barbara was in a daze. She just wanted to get the hell out of this place.
    She walked over to a small mattress placed on the floor in the center of the
    room and thought that it would be best to get it over with quickly and beat a
    hasty retreat before anyone thought of using her in another way. Just as she
    was ready to get down on the mattress, Mr. Bryant grabbed her arm and took
    Rocco's leash from her hand and handed it to Jackie. He explained that he
    wanted some of his guests to meet her and then paraded her around the room to
    one group after another. At each introduction, Barbara felt the hands pull her
    tits and thrust themselves between her legs. At first Barbara resisted each
    attack by pulling away and squeezing her legs tight together. After noticing
    the sneer on Jackie's face, however, she acquiescenced and allowed them access
    to all of her body. She tolerated the slaps on her rear, the grabbing, the
    probing, the coarse language and obscene remarks. She even spread her legs a
    little wider when one of the women, with a sly grin on her face, reached down
    and inserted two fingers into her vagina. Finally, the introductions were
    complete and it was time for her to perform her animal act.

          The entire room crowded around the tiny mattress as Barbara knelt down on
    all fours with legs spread wide. Hoots and hollers started getting louder as
    Jackie applied the cream to Barbara's pussy which was now dripping wet. When
    one of the men present noticed the tattoo, loud cheers and laughter filled the
    room. The instantaneous hush made Barbara aware that the dog was now ready and
    she felt its cold nose sniffing between her legs. Her mind went blank when the
    dog finally mounted her and the cheers again started up. It lasted an eternity.
    When it was over, Barbara felt herself being dragged up and a man's cock being
    pushed into her mouth. When that cock shot its semen into her mouth, it was
    replaced with another, then another, then another. Soon, Barbara had cocks all
    around her. In every orifice at once. Some men just stood around her while
    another woman masturbated them until they came, shooting their load on
    Barbara's face, tits, ass -- whatever part of her body the woman thought it
    would be fun to watch a load of cum fall onto to. At times Barbara would offer
    some resistance to an act or say "no" when one man tried to ram his fist up her
    ass, but a look at the scorn on Jackie's face made her surrender to the painful
    humiliation. She was no longer aware of what exactly was happening to her. All
    she knew was that she was constantly busy sucking cocks, licking vaginas, being
    fucked vaginally and anally, having bottles, fingers, fists and what have you
    stuck in her. It was a nightmare. There were several times, however, when
    Barbara felt herself having orgasms. These unwanted, but welcomed, breakdowns
    were followed by loud cheers and laughter from the room filled with guests.

          Mercifully it ended. Jackie led the dazed, delirious Barbara out of the
    room and to the door. Barbara could not gather her wits together. She
    remembered leaving the building and the cool fresh air filling her lungs. She
    remembers vomiting in the parking lot and noticing that her vomit was nothing
    more than a large puddle of semen. She remembers Jackie wiping her ass and
    vagina in a futile attempt to stop the semen from running out and getting all
    over the car seats. She remembers Jackie finally giving up and stuffing a rag
    into her vagina and spreading a towel over the car seat for her to sit down on.
    She did not remember the faces in the crowd, nor the number of cocks she
    sucked, fucked and masturbated, nor how many cunts and asses she had licked.
    She remembered Cheryl telling her how filled with cum she would be and thought
    how absolutely right Cheryl had been.

          The ride home began much like the ride to the party. Neither woman spoke
    to each other. Both stared out the windshield and thought about what had taken
    place. Soon, Barbara became aware of Jackie talking to her.

          "I said, 'How do you feel?'" The girl asked.

          "Terrible!" Barbara replied, half talking and half crying. She then
    remembered the times she saw Jackie scowl at her during the evening. "What are
    you going to tell Cheryl?"

          Jackie stared out the windshield for a while before answering.

          "To tell you the truth, there were times when I thought you were being
    rude and not really doing what you were told to do." Jackie continued to stare
    out the windshield.

          "Oh, please don't tell her that. She'd really go hard on me if you told
    her that." Barbara tried to appeal to Jackie's sense of feminine leniency.

          "It seems to me that's your problem. I was told to report what I saw.
    What's in it for me to lie to a friend?"

          "Please, Jackie. You don't have to lie. Just don't mention it. After all,
    I did give in to all their demands eventually."

          "Yes, but only after you noticed me frowning at you." Jackie swallowed
    and then continued. "Tell me. If I tell Cheryl that you behaved perfectly and
    did everything they asked and pleased everyone, what would you do for me?"

          "What do you mean? What can I do for you?" Barbara asked. Her hopes were
    raised by this latest inquiry.

          Jackie eased the car off the side of the deserted roadway and placed the
    shift in Park. She raised off the seat and gathered her skirt up around her
    waist, then removed her panties and spread her legs wide as she shifted her
    body to face Barbara.

          "I've always wondered what it felt like to be made love to by another
    woman. Does that answer your question?"

          Barbara got the picture. She slid off the seat and knelt between Jackie's
    spread thighs. As she licked and nibbled the young girl's sweet pussy, she
    noticed Rocco peering over the seat at her. "Just another witness" she said to
    herself. "Just another witness to just another scene of me being degraded."

          The woman spoke not another word to each other the rest of the way home.
    When they pulled up in Barbara's drive, Barbara got out of the car and Jackie
    backed out onto the road. Neither said good bye to one another. Barbara opened
    the front door to her house and entered the living room. True to her word,
    Cheryl was waiting for her, nude, legs spread wide, and a wide grin on her
    face. The night was far from over.

                                   ******************

          Several weeks had gone by since Mr. Bryant's party and things were going
    pretty much normal. Barbara had been extremely well behaved and gave Cheryl no
    reason whatsoever to punish her like before. Life, while far from being good,
    was at least on an even keel. John had even acted like a husband on some
    occasions but Barbara grew to realize that things would never be like they were
    before Cheryl. She relegated herself to being a sex toy to the both of them. At
    least she had her home and kids. That made everything worth living for. Cheryl
    had really taken to the kids and they to her. It pleased Barbara that Cheryl
    treated her kids so well. At first she was afraid that she would show some
    resentment towards them. She poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down
    at the table and watched the kids playing outdoors. She heard a car horn and
    saw the kids running to the driveway. Knowing it was probably just John and
    Cheryl returning from their errand, she remained seated at the table and
    awaited their entrance.

          "Mommy, mommy look what Aunt Cheryl brought home for us!" Little Susie,
    Barbara's youngest, ran into the kitchen shouting. Her happiness was evident
    and brightened the room.

          Barbara got up from the table and walked towards to the door. She was
    greeted by John and Cheryl leading a LARGE, furry dog into the kitchen. She
    looked up at Cheryl in bewilderment.

          "His name is Master. He's part Mastiff and part Newfoundland. We found
    him at the pound. His former owners moved to an apartment and couldn't keep
    him. He's only a year old, but fully grown. He's real good with children and we
    thought it would be a great surprise for them." Cheryl smiled. "After seeing
    the size of his 'equipment' we both thought it would be a good gift for you
    too, Barbara."

          Barbara staggered back to her chair and sat down. What could have been a
    really good day for her was once again turned upside down by Cheryl. She
    supported her head with her arm and looked down at the tablecloth. She felt the
    table shake as Cheryl sat down beside her.

          "I've got some other good news for you, Barbara." Cheryl reached out and
    began to softly stroke Barbara's cheek. "We ran into Julie today. She was
    really excited to see me again. It seems she had been talking to a bunch of
    other kids that you once baby sat and showed them your picture. They all
    thought it would be a marvelous idea to have a 'reunion', of sorts. Just a
    little get together with all of them and the woman who once baby sat, and
    disciplined, them. I told them I thought it was a wonderful idea. They all,
    about 15 or so, will be here next Friday evening. Aren't you excited?"

          "Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara sobbed.

                                        THE END

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