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   dominance, submission, mild pain, lesbianism, voyeurism, etc.  --
although mild

   when compared to some stories I've read.  PLEASE download all comments,
good

   or bad, to "Racecar" on Rusty & Edies BBS.

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   "Racecar"

   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 in right front of the car into the 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 her 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 she 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 should 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 too 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 Zinfandel 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 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 day's 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 hand.  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 a
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'd 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
your 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 her 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 asshole."

   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 Chery l 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 her 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 off 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 to 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 real zing 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
checks 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
too 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.

  
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