The Adventures of Karen - Part 23 - Discussion

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Greta watched the two naked and exhausted girls make their way into the corridor leading to their quarters.  She knew that, having given the broad hint, that the two girls would soon be sharing a shower together.  She got up and moved quickly to the room that controlled all of the video systems within the house and dungeon.

Settling down, she selected the view down the corridor and managed to catch a glimpse of Karen and Lisa just going together into Lisa's room.

As soon as she was sure that they were safely inside, she operated the remote door lock.

Karen heard the slight click and turned around quizzically.

`What was that?'

`Sounded like the door being locked to me.'  Lisa murmured, her voice still hoarse from her earlier noisy orgasms. `You know what that means of course?'

`N-no, not really.'  Karen was puzzled, wondering if this was another trick being played on them as a prelude for more torments.

`Easy really!  Mistress has locked us in together.  That means that she will allow us to spend the night together.'  With that Lisa turned to Karen and threw her arms around her neck as her lips eagerly sought Karen's.

`Later, my dear, sweet, Lisa, later.'  Karen was equally impatient but she felt that a refreshing shower would be the best way to start an enjoyable experience with her friend.  `Let's' have a shower together and take things from there.'

`Oh yes!  Ohmigod, I want you so much!'  Lisa pulled away from Karen and led her into the shower area, before she turned the water to the hottest setting.



In her control room Greta smiled at the image of the two girls.  She adjusted the cameras to give her the best views of the shower and the bed and set up a couple of video recorders.   There was no need to sit and watch, there would be plenty of time, later, when she could view the tapes in her own bedroom with Karl lying at her side.

Before she left the room she had a quick glance at the male cells.  Ken was lying quietly and, as was so often the case, gently stroking his cock.  As far as Greta could tell it was more by force of habit, or boredom, rather than any attempt to obtain pleasure.  Certainly he did not have the more fixed expression that he normally adopted during his masturbation sessions before an audience.

Thinking of the possibilities of audience entertainment, participation even, she looked into Andy's cell.  With the shutter down between the two cells he had taken time to shower and then lie down on his bed.  Greta was not surprised, in fact she was quite pleased, to see that he had made himself comfortable and was gently stroking one of the spike heeled shoes that she had thoughtfully provided for Ken to entrap him.  How foolish he was if he did not realise that his every move could be monitored.  Foolish or not, she decided that his room should also be taped over the next few hours.  She switched on another recorder, and listened to the gentle whirr of the machines in the quiet of the room.

Thank goodness for technology!  At least Karl and his manufacturing businesses could provide the highest quality, state of the art, equipment for their private enterprises.

Stretching herself she stood up and moved towards the door.  It was time to discuss with Karl the choice of guests for the party and, much more interesting, to plan, in her own mind, the entertainment.  Hopefully, she thought, Karl will be nearer to setting up the on-line business as well.  That would be a new challenge that would be welcome.  The thought of sharing her slaves with countless others, and catering for other tastes, perhaps more perverse than her own, excited her.



Greta walked into the spacious study that Karl used for much of his business activities and settled comfortably on a long, well padded, couch.

`Well, my dear, what have you to report?  Have we finalised our guest list yet, or are there any outstanding problems?'  Greta was very aware that their gatherings were exclusive and they always made sure that their guests, even though they were well known to them, were checked before any invite was issued.  Once or twice in the past they had been badly let down, seriously embarrassed by guests who had brought with them companions, slaves, who were  not acceptable to them.  Sadly, one of their best friends had let them down a few months earlier when they had brought a couple of slaves, one male and one female, who were both clearly much too young and Karl had had to ask them to leave before any activities could be started in the dungeon.  Greta and Karl had always made it very clear to all of their guests that, although the presence of their slaves was always welcomed, they never wanted anyone under the age of 21 and preferably a little older.  Or much older, Greta thought smiling.

`Well, there is one small problem which we need to discuss.  Jeff and Marie want to bring their latest acquisition with them.  She is apparently well trained although they have been working with her, ha, on her, I should say, for less than three months.'

`Oh yes, so what is the problem?'  Greta was suspicious, although Jeff and Marie were well known to her and they had always been most trustworthy in the past.

`Well, really, it's only a matter of age.....'

Greta stopped Karl in mid-sentence.  `You know our rules, and we shouldn't make exceptions. Explain!'

`It's not too bad,  my dear, not too bad', Karl attempted to soothe Greta, `she will be 21 in less than a months time and I think that we should make a special exception here.'  He went to outline the possibilities.

Greta agreed, with some degree of enthusiasm, to the proposals.  As Jeff and Marie had planned things they were going to have a particularly pleasurable demonstration.  She looked forward to it!

`You know, my dear, perhaps we should send everyone on our list another copy of our rules.'  Greta felt that this would be a useful thing to do.  `After all, it is over a year since we last reminded everybody, and we don't want any more slip-ups do we?'

Karl nodded his agreement.  `Certainly not my dear, leave it to me.'  He ran over their house rules again in his mind.  No-one under twenty-one.  No blood drawn or permanent physical damage, which obviously precluded any piercing and such like, not to mention over enthusiastic beatings.  Karl himself, as a child, had been savagely beaten at times and he had no wish to see that sort of damage inflicted on others.  In that, he shared with Greta, a strongly held view that none of their activities should ever involve young people, one reason why they strictly enforced their age limit.  As for any animal involvement, they were absolutely and totally banned, both he and Greta found the thought abhorrent, although they accepted that some people, perhaps, had different views.  That was it, he thought, as Greta spoke to him again.

`Don't forget to explain that we will only tolerate anal activities as far as the use of butt plugs and similar insertions.  There are always problems if someone wants to have full intercourse in that way, and we have enough variety here anyway.'  Greta smiled at her husband.  `Oh, yes, don't forget that includes the scat stuff too, we don't want a repetition of the trouble we had last year with those people.'  Greta referred to an occasion when one of their trusted guests had brought along a friend of their own, visiting from overseas, who had wanted to introduce a new practice into the dungeon.

`Of course my dear, you are absolutely correct.  By the way what is our attitude on golden showers, er, watersport?  Have you any ideas before we get this lot printed out?'

`No, I think you know my views.  I don't really want to see people being pissed on myself, but I am happy, more than happy, to see our slaves humiliated by having to urinate in public.  Looking at the females is always, so, shall we say, interesting.  As for the men, well, you know how shy they all are, so yes, we should not object if and when the topic arises.' 

`Any other problems my dear.'  Greta was happy now that the issue of the age of the new slave had been satisfactorily resolved.  After all, by the next time she would be likely to be brought, she would be over the magical age anyway.  And, if all went well with Karl's plan, she was sure that there would be a next time.

`None at all.  I think if you care to look at the list and see what everyone is planning you will be quite happy.'  Karl passed over a bundle of files to Greta, who began to read them with interest.  She always took a great interest in this part of the invitation process.  It was one of the better ideas that Karl had introduced.  For every party they had they always drew up a list of possible attendees and then arranged for discreet checks to be made before they, in turn, asked each couple who they would bring, and, more important, what they proposed as their contribution to the weekend entertainment.

Greta turned to the first file, Jeff and Marie.  The reports were all as she had expected, they had been well acquainted for a long time and she did not expect to find any real problems.  They had a particular taste for inflicting humiliation, verbal as well as physical, on their chosen slaves, and, as Greta well knew, they were very versatile in their efforts.  She had once lost a bet with Karl and he had offered her to Jeff and Marie for them to use as they pleased for 24 hours.  It was an experience that she would never forget, but an experience that, perhaps, one day, she would like to try again.  Enough of those dreams, she thought, and turned her attention back to the file.  There was the small problem of age here it seemed, but that had been resolved..,  They had recently released their long term slave, as their agreement had come to an end.  They were a couple who always insisted on some form of contract with their submissives and always allowed for a mutual separation if such a request ever came up.  Greta knew that they had been without a slave for some months and she had not been aware that they had finally resolved the problem.  The fact that Jeff worked, at a managerial level, for Karl meant that the menfolk had often chatted, but they always observed a strict separation of business and pleasure.  This report was the first indication that they had found a replacement.  The new female was called Alix, a tall, slim blonde, acceptable in every way, other than the fact she was just short of her 21st.  Karl's earlier explanation had satisfied Greta and now she was curious to see what else the girl had to offer.  Apart from being well acquainted with the pleasures of the flesh, of leather and restraint, it appeared that she had not yet realised that slaves were just that.  Property to be shared and used, by their owners and by their owner's friends.  This weekend would be her initiation into that realm, and after the event planned for her, she was being offered to Greta to use as she wished.  Greta passed the file back to Karl with an approving nod.

The next file, Ron and Agnes, was quite slim.  They had always brought their current slave with them, at the moment they were holding a pleasant, athletic male called Peter, who, according to the information available had `some interesting features'.  He was clearly well used to being displayed and, as Agnes worked as a designer for the Leather Goods firm that Ron owned, he was always likely to be dressed in one of her latest creations.  Greta was well aware that the couple ran their business at two levels with one, the public image, being devoted to a successful retail operation specialising in bikers wear and in more general female fashion items.  Their other venture was more discreet, by mail order or personal recommendation, and that specialised in custom made bondage wear and a large, very large, Greta thought grimly, variety of restraint equipment.  They had planned to bring several new items with them and the thought of having a chance to see Karen modelling in some new, as yet, unsoftened leather, leather that retained its stiffness, appealed to Greta.  She always liked the use of leather that had become supple through intensive use but there was an undeniable pleasure in testing the reactions of a slave against the firmer caress of freshly cut leather, stiff and hard.  As she read through the notes Greta recalled how Agnes liked to treat any females in her control.  She had always shown a particular skill, and had enjoyed considerable pleasure, when she tried out her various ideas for breast and nipple torment.  Greta recalled that in the past Lisa had been a firm favorite and she wondered just how much she, or perhaps Karen, would have to endure this time.

Greta turned the next file, which recorded the details about Dave and Lucy.  This couple were particularly interested in the use of rubber and latex as a means of both domination and humiliation, but they were always welcome for another reason, almost unique in Greta's experience.  The `owned' a married couple some years older than themselves who they used to amuse and entertain themselves and others within their circle of friends.  Greta frowned as she tried to recall some of the details of the relationship.  Dave had worked with Allan for a number of years in some sort of high tech engineering constancy and the two had been firm friends.  During a conversation one day Allan had revealed that his wife, Joy, was becoming less interested in sexual matters, at least with  him.  He suspected that she was ignoring him and was having an affair, perhaps a series of affairs, that gave her satisfaction but left him feeling frustrated.  Dave had discussed this with Lucy and they had decided to reveal their penchant for having, using, submissive people to provide their own pleasures and they suggested that Allan could introduce Joy and take things from there.  It had apparently been a fairly difficult task until they had fully ensnared Joy, and by that time Allan had himself begun to find that he too relished a role where he could be humiliated.  The end result was that, while both couples were outwardly normal, in private, Allan and Joy served as playthings for their friends, and Allan, far from having recovered his normal sexual relationships with his wife had been reduced to helping her widen her own range of acquaintances.  Greta was amused at the thought of how Dave had changed his roles.  He had taken some time to achieve his purpose but now, Greta was aware, he had trained Allan to act as a form of procurer for his own wife, and was expected, not only to watch and assist her in her debauches, but also to collect payment for her services.  This latter, Greta thought, was the ultimate humiliation.  Allan had to pimp for his wife, he had to watch her being used, by men or women, or both, and then he had to ask, or sometimes beg, for the payment due.  Joy in her turn, whilst at least having a degree of pleasure, was, perhaps none to subtly humiliated in her realisation that, in the final analysis, she was no more than a whore, a prostitute.   Definitely a couple worth knowing, Greta thought, looking forward to the latest machinations that Dave and Lucy had planned for their submissive coupe.

The final file, Mike and Wendy, was the thinnest of all.  Mike was a relatively new member of the circle and he and his wife had not attended many gatherings.  However, they had got an interesting pet, a tall slim girl with short cropped hair who was actively bisexual.  Elaine was, or at least had been, a member of the local police department but, for reasons that never became public, she had been dismissed the service.  As far as Greta could deduce she and a fellow female officer had been making enthusiastic use of a cell and using their regulation handcuffs on any suitably nubile female prisoner who came across their path until such time as they could be seduced by one or other of them.   The whole scandal had been hushed up to some extent and her fellow officer, after her dismissal, had moved well away from the district. Elaine, in her search for employment had been interviewed by Mike for a post as a security officer at his small engineering firm and, despite her lack of references, had been offered the job.  It was only later that Mike had revealed that he knew her whole history and the fact that the last girl they had tried to seduce was in fact a younger sister of his wife Wendy.  On the threat of public embarrassment, Elaine had agreed to become a slave to Mike and his wife and to provide them both with sexual services on demand.  As they had got her further enmeshed they had begun to use her to test their ideas on restraint, using devices and equipment that they had devised themselves and had had fabricated in their workshop.  Such was the success of their work that they had, rather like Ron and Agnes, developed a flourishing mail order business supplying and making equipment for like minded enthusiasts across the country.  Greta smiled as she read the notes.  Wendy was a particularly nice person and she had formed a firm friendship with her and her husband.  The fact that Mike had particular skills in metal working meant that he was yet another person who she and Karl could use in their private pleasures.

`Well, they all seem to be fine to me my dear.' Greta smiled at her husband as she returned the files.  `Everyone seems to be behaving and your check-ups have proved that. Let's hope that your investigator never lets us down.'

`No fear on that point ,my dear, I trust her absolutely, and if there was the slightest hint of trouble, I think we could use her as a specimen to test out some of the more serious floggers that we never seem to use.'  Karl smiled, as he looked at Greta. `In any case, don't forget that we have some very incriminating tapes of him as security.'

Greta nodded, thankful that the sophisticated equipment that her husband's, no, their, business manufactured was used for their own protection as well as to make a healthy, a very healthy, profit.

`Now, my dear, it's getting late, I suggest we retire to the bedroom.  You might just like to look at the latest tapes of slaves Lisa and Karen.  I left the machine running before I came up here.'  Greta smiled sexily, ` After all, who knows, you might just get turned on by their antics!'

`Ha!  And you won't, I suppose my dear?'  Karl was well aware of his wife's deep interest in anything remotely describable as erotic or pornographic.



A short time later Greta lay naked on the bed with her equally naked and freshly showered husband.  Karl slid his arm around her shoulders and brought her towards him so that she could embrace and kiss him full on the lips.  After a few moments of this, Greta pulled away, never truly happy when she had to kiss her husband, or, indeed, any male.

`Patience, dearest!  Let's just look at what our video has captured tonight.'  Greta sat up and manipulated the remote control, which was linked in turn to the master viewing room.  Just like interactive satellite, Greta thought to herself as she selected the correct tape and rewound it in readiness.  `OK, there we are, this is the one I started when I left slaves Karen and Lisa in Lisa's room.  I don't suppose the recording in the shower will be much use, I expect the room got pretty steamy.'  Greta chuckled at her little joke.  `We can always check that tape later but I thought we'd just concentrate on the bedroom.  Is that all right with you my dear?'



Greta settled back on the bed, nestling against Karl's nakedness, and feeling the first signs of his arousal pressing against her lower back.

For several minutes the tape revealed the empty and unruffled bed, although there were muffled voices as the girls happily washed and dried themselves in the shower area.  As Greta as suspected, the room was  clouded with steam and it had taken the air conditioning a little time before it had cleared so that they could see the naked girls about to enter the bedroom.

Karen came into the room leading Lisa by the hand.  Both girls were glowing and they had made some minimum effort to tidy their hair, making themselves look both vulnerable and attractive.  Greta felt herself flush a little as she looked at their nakedness and their gently bobbing breasts as they walked across the room.  Karl easily gave his own emotions away as his erection strengthened and pushed relentlessly against Greta.

`In a moment, my dear, in a moment.'  Greta was impatient with her husband.  She wanted to watch more of the action in the distant room and was determined that her husbands energetic thrustings and moanings would not spoil her concentration.


Karl responded by attempting to enter Greta from behind, thrusting his cock urgently against her slick, engorged labia.

`Here my dear, let me hold your hardness in my hand, I know you like that.'  Greta moved away and slipped her hand down and held her husbands throbbing cock firmly in her hand.  `Just look and learn.  You know that I always tell you that us girls are so much better than men.  You might pick up some good ideas, slave Karen seems to be quite an experienced lover.'  Greta felt the familiar flush as she recalled her pleasant experiences with Karen a few hours ago.

Both concentrated on the screen as Karen sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Lisa down beside her.  She slipped her arm around her shoulders and pulled her head towards her.  Karen stared into her eyes and then planted an open mouthed kiss onto Lisa's waiting lips.  The kiss seemed to linger almost timelessly as the girls maintained contact at the same time as they gently ran their hands over each others body.

Finally, Karen pulled away and pushed Lisa flat on her back.  For the first time the speaker crackled into life, breaking the silence that had continued from the moment the girls had entered the bedroom.

`Now, dear, dear Lisa, I want you to lie there and let me make love to you.  I want you to relax and let me take control of you.'  Karen murmured in a low voice as she stared directly into Lisa's eyes.

Lisa lay still and moved her legs slightly apart as she felt Karen's hands begin to caress her long smooth legs.  Teasingly Karen moved her hands down to the smooth bare feet and began to knead each one, gently teasing each bare sole and holding each bare foot up to her lips.  Lisa looked at Karen and muttered something too quietly to be heard clearly.

`Only if you beg, only if you beg.'  Karen had obviously understood and was tormenting Lisa.

`Please Karen, I'm begging you to suck my toes, please.'  This time she could be clearly heard.  Karen appeared to be more than happy to oblige and spent several minutes gently sucking each toe before she began to run her tongue up the inside of each leg and then kiss Lisa behind each knee.

Lisa was finding herself unable to resist wriggling and, soundlessly, she was trying to urge Karen to bring her questing tongue higher and higher.  Slowly, so slowly, Karen began to lick up the tender, sensitive, inner thighs until she reached the smoothly shaven labia.

`You like, Lisa, you like?'  Karen sat up and looked at Lisa, a faint smile playing about her lips.

`God, yes, don't stop now!'  Lisa was desperate for the delicate and sensitive stimulation to continue.

Karen bent her head down and began to lightly run her tongue along the narrow slit between Lisa's engorged labia.  As she did so it became clear that the moisture was not solely from Karen's probing tongue and, as the tongue reached the delicate bud of Lisa's clitoris, it was apparent that she was indeed beginning to produce copious amounts of her sweet tasting juices.  Karen was eagerly lapping them up, allowing her face to become covered in the musky slickness before she moved up and kissed Lisa on the lips, neatly giving her an intimate taste of her own arousal.


Greta was watching entranced at the technique, Karen was showing herself to be a truly sensitive lover, taking each step gently and unhurriedly.  She was certainly becoming ever more desirable to Greta as she tightened her hand around Karl's rigid erection.  As she did so she became aware of sticky feeling of pre-cum on his swollen glans.  Karl was obviously aroused and it was becoming equally obvious that he was struggling to control himself.

`Please my dear, please, stop the tape and let me fuck you now.  We can always watch it later.'  Karl whispered in his wife's ear.

Greta was reluctant to take her eyes off the screen, where Karen had just moved her attentions back to Lisa's glistening labia.  Karen began extending her tongue so that the tip made just the lightest contact with the emerging bud of Lisa's clitoris.  With the sensation Lisa began bucking her hips towards the probing tongue as she begged for more.  Slowly Karen began to push her tongue around the swelling, protruding, bud making Lisa moan loudly.

Entranced by the sight Greta took her hand off her husbands cock and began to finger herself, to finger her own soaking loins.

Freed from restraint Karl moved urgently and grabbed the remote control off the side of the bed and switched the tape off.

`Now, damn you now!'  Karl began t straddle Greta's naked form.  `Now, let me fuck you, bitch.'  His actions began to match his words as he pushed with his muscular legs and opened Greta wide to his throbbing red and bulging cock.  With one thrust he brutally entered Greta, sliding easily and deeply on the copious fluids which were oozing from within.

Greta made an attempt to stop him, she was more than sufficiently aroused and she wanted to be fucked, and fucked long and hard, but this was too soon.  She wanted to watch and savor more of Karen's love making before allowing Karl to indulge himself.

`No, stop, wait just a little longer, please, my dear.'  Greta made a despairing plea to Karl who merely grunted and continued to thrust rapidly into Greta's softness.

Greta decided to relax and to enjoy his wildness.  While she did desperately want to watch the two girls, while she actually preferred female love, there was always a time when she had to give in to her other instincts and to indulge in raw passion with a man, any man in fact, although her husband was generally the nearest and most suitable male.

She lay there feeling the full strokes, the almost complete withdrawal followed by the complete and total penetration, as they increased in intensity.  Despite herself she raised her legs up on either side of her body until her knees were nudging against her husbands shoulders and her ankles were crossed behind his back locking his bucking body close to hers.

Soon, all too soon, she felt Karl slow his pace, withdraw slowly and then thrust his cock deep inside her as it pulsed and began to ejaculate his thick cream onto her cervix.  As he eased away Greta released her legs from around his body and gently fingered her clit.  As so often happened she had only just begun to achieve a full and releasing orgasm as Karl finished his exertions and she had no qualms about giving herself the ultimate release.

Karl knelt with his softening cock slowly slipping out of Greta's liquid cunt as he watched her fingers frantically strumming her clit, using globs of his escaping cum as an additional and welcome lubricant to her efforts.

Finally, with an ecstatic scream Greta reached her own overwhelming orgasm.


Karl pulled away and they lay side by side their sweat soaked bodies touching.

`Didn't I manage to make you cum my dear?'  Karl asked the unnecessary question.

`No, but then you rarely do, do you!'  Greta was exasperated.  There was no question that she enjoyed, needed, a regular and vigorous fucking by a man, any man she thought again, but, above all she need her orgasms.  It seemed to her that the main provider of orgasms was either herself or another female.

She lay thinking, going over the scenes from the video in her mind and feeling more arousal, almost time for another orgasm.  As she fingered herself again she corrected her earlier thoughts.  No, there was an exception, there was a man who could, and always did, give her a series of mind-numbing orgasms.  She would have to arrange to get into with him soon.

Very soon!

Yes, that was it, she would do it very soon indeed.

After all Ken was only a matter of minutes away from her as he slept in his warm and comfortable cell.





End of Part 23

... watch out for the next Part!

(c) Cathy P

I hope you enjoyed this story - your pleasure is my pleasure!.  Let me know what you have enjoyed, or, perhaps, didn't enjoy!  If you have ideas for Karen, or any of the others, let me know - they're always willing to learn!

If you wish to post the `Adventures' elsewhere, then of course you will!  Just remember to credit me as the author. 

