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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PUPPY LOVE
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Chapter Three
Ò...time for your bath,Ó I heard Rachel telling me. ÒCome this way. I
drew it an hour ago, I guess it was, thanks to your getting us in trouble. I
put in bubbles and everything, but theyÕre probably gone now. WeÕll have to
make a whole new one!Ó She marched me from the room, ahead of her. We
went down the hall, around the corner, and into a small bathroom. Rachel
shut the door. She bent over, felt the temperature of the water with her
hand.
ÒYep!Ó she announced with disgust. ÒAll gone cold. I should make
you wash in it anyway. Drain it out and fill it up again, young lady! Hop to
it!Ó
No sooner had she issued her order than Rachel hiked up her skirt and
sat herself down on the potty. ÒIÕm glad our punishment didnÕt last any
longer,Ó she proclaimed. I heard a splashing sound. ÒI drank too much at
dinner. Cranberry juice. My favorite, but it makes me pee.Ó
ÒI need to go too,Ó I said.
ÒTake care of the tub first,Ó Rachel ordered.
ÒOkay,Ó I answered. Conscious of my bottom, not wanting to moon
her, I bent my knees to get my hand down into the water and the drain at
its base. I lifted the drain and the water began to recede.
ÒWeÕll be using a scrub brush,Ó Rachel said, wiping herself. ÒAnd IÕll
be doing the scrubbing, to make sure you get totally clean.Ó I saw the
brush, lifted it. It was long-handled. I ran my fingers over its prickly
business-end.
ÒDonÕt do my nipples with it,Ó I begged. I could just see her
scrubbing her heart out, and my titties were as stiff as cherry stems.
They felt utterly sensitive.
ÒIÕll be doing all parts of you, itÕs my job,Ó Rachel said, standing up
and pulling up her skirt. Her blouse looked silly the way it was half torn,
half-buttoned, missing a button in the middle so the inner curves of her
breasts showed. I saw she had little peaks of her own beneath the
conservative shirt.
ÒIf you do well as a slave youÕll become a teacher, like me!Ó she said.
She walked over to me, took the brush from my hands. ÒGet in,Ó she
admonished. She put a hand to my rear and I stepped into the tub. I did not
like being a slave to her. It seemed too childish. I wished Tara would
return.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Rachel turned. I heard her gulp.
Was master reading my mind? It was the woman with the sequined dress.
She had a severe, uncompromising look about her. With predatory eyes she
regarded me. She was wearing her very expensive gown, as she had when
she spanked the both of us with masterÕs strap. ÒIÕll be seeing to BarbiÕs
bath, and yours,Ó she said to Rachel.
ÒMine?!Ó Rachel asked, aghast. Quietly the woman closed the
bathroom door and came over to us. She moved with a slow, quiet grace.
She was older than both of us. Late 20Õs, perhaps, early 30Õs. ÒGet in the
tub,Ó she told Rachel.
ÒBut I--Ó Rachel began. The next thing I knew she was splashing
beside me, fully dressed in her uniform. Both of us stood as the last of
the water drained with a snarl from the tub. ÒBut these are my new
shoes!Ó Rachel cried. She did not like getting them wet.
ÒMaster gave them to you, and youÕve not worn them at all,Ó the
woman replied. ÒI should hardly think theyÕre too dirty to take a swim in
the tub!Ó
ÒBut theyÕre not meant for swimming!Ó Rachel moaned.
ÒNow they are,Ó the woman replied. ÒBend over and plug the drain.
Start the water, Barbi. I obeyed, turning on the water as Rachel bent low
to stopper the drain.
ÒHey! DonÕt get my hair wet!Ó Rachel cried. I loosed the water and
she just barely managed to get her precious dangling ponytail out of the
way.
ÒBoth of you, sit down!Ó our new Mistress of the Bath told us.
ÒBut IÕve--Ó Rachel began.
The woman lifted the back of RachelÕs skirt and whacked her bottom
with the scrub brush. ÒNot another word, young lady! ItÕs bath time!Ó
Thus encouraged, we both plopped down into the water without further
protest. I might have squatted on my heels, but given her demeanor, I sat
right down on my fanny, and poor Rachel did too.
ÒItÕs no fun taking a bath in my clothes,Ó Rachel griped. ÒIÕM
supposed to be the teacher!Ó
ÒWell now I am,Ó the woman replied. ÒBut you may simply call me
Anna.Ó Something about her casual use of her first name did not calm my
fear of her. I felt like we were little animals, pets, like the toy doggies
women sometimes keep for their amusement.
ÒI have to go to the bathroom,Ó I said hopefully, thinking I might be
dismissed from the tub.
ÒStand up then, dear,Ó Anna said. I did so, lifted my knee to
surmount the tub wall. Anna caught it with her hand. ÒNo dear,Ó she said.
She sprinkled powder from a box of Mr. Bubble into the rapidly filling tub.
ÒStand over Rachel.Ó I turned. She guided me with a gentle hand, pressing
against my fanny. I could feel her long nails indenting my flesh there. It
felt like she could tear my skin open at any moment. ÒStraddle Rachel, one
leg on either side of her.Ó I did as she said, placing my palms atop
RachelÕs head so I could get her face twixt my thighs.
ÒNow pee,Ó Anna told me.
ÒWhat?!Ó Rachel shouted. IÕd been through so much, I had to laugh.
Quickly, before Rachel could escape, and having to go quite badly, I let go
of myself. My pee spritzed down as Rachel turned her face up to confront
the awful truth that was inexplicably pouring from me. ÒACKCCK!Ó Rachel
cried, too stunned to move, as my pee hit her directly in the face and even
spouted into her gaping mouth. ÒNo! No! No!Ó poor Rachel protested. I
grabbed her ponytail and lifted it to keep her in place, tugging on it
warningly. She sat immobile as my pee drizzled down all over her hair,
her face, and onto her expensive schoolclothes, with their embroidered
letter. SheÕd won it cheerleading, I guessed, but now it was all wet with
my pee!
ÒHa! Ha!Ó I giggled, unable to help myself. I restrained her by her
ponytail until I was done. Anna gave me a friendly slap on my bottom.
ÒNaughty girl!Ó she said. ÒBut showing such promise. Rachel, get out
of your things this minute! How silly of you to take your bath that way!Ó
ÒBut you told meee,Ó Rachel whined, very sad indeed, most of all
from the humiliation sheÕd endured at our hands.
ÒItÕs what you get for flunking Teacher 101,Ó Anna replied. Rachel
removed her pee-sodden clothes and tossed them sulkily out of the tub. I
remained standing for Anna as she scrubbed me gently with the brush. She
wet me with her hands first, using handfuls of water, savoring the touch
of my wettening flesh in her fingers. She fondled my nipples as if they
were little penises. Instinctively I thrust my cunt out at her, hoping for
the same down where my thighs met, in my most secret place. Rachel,
still pouting, picked up a rubber ducky and sailed it around and between my
legs as she waited to be washed in turn. We were AnnaÕs children, it
seemed. She was our mother, elegant in her sequined gown, getting a
little water on it as she washed me, her hands becoming soapy as she
worked the bar of lavender-scented soap over me. Eventually Rachel and I
were both sparkling clean and we rinsed under bucketfuls of water, not
allowed to sit, each of us taking turns with a little brass bucket that sat
waiting for us to use it along the side of the tub. Pillows and soft towels
were at the back of the bathtub, where there was a space large enough for
Rachel and I to sit, side by side. Anna put both of us there, made us open
our legs, and got in the tub after sheÕd drained it. She cast a towel over
the tub floor, knelt upon it, and trimmed our pubic hair. Then she painted
our toenails and fingernails with a light red polish. Finally she redid our
makeup, careful to use only the waterproof kind.
ÒNow to bed, both of you!Ó she said. We clambered off our cozy perch
at the back of the tub, over its side, and out onto the floor, all legs and
arms, like newly-birthed gazelles, awkward and tingling. I never felt so
cared for. Anna ushered us both from the bathroom and back to our
bedroom. The bed was newly made, with a ruffled coverlet and fresh
pillows, nicely straightened. Anna opened the dresserÕs top drawer and
handed each of us a pair of warm socks to sleep in. Standing before her,
we bent and pulled on the socks. Our breasts waggled in their ripe
fullness as we worked the socks over our feet. I had a sensuous feeling.
Then she handed us each a short t-shirt, and we slipped it over our heads.
Mine came to just below my nipples, as did RachelÕs. I was hoping for
panties next, but Anna offered none.
ÒTo bed,Ó she said, Òbut stand by the side of it for a moment.Ó We
obeyed, not really thinking, not really caring, enjoying the sweet scents
from our bath. We must have looked like twin sisters as we stood
admiring the neatness of the newly-made bed, a teddy bear placed upon it,
his eyes twinkling up at us, unseeing.
ÒDonÕt you know how to stand?Ó she asked from behind. Rachel and I,
our hips bumping, stood stiff-legged, our thighs together. ÒNo, no, girls!
If master were here heÕd have your hides! Unless youÕre told otherwise,
youÕre to keep your legs well apart, especially if youÕre being admired
from behind.Ó
ÒThatÕs a new rule,Ó Rachel mused. We parted our thighs a good foot
or more, just to make her happy, as if playing hopscotch or Twister.
SWAAAACK! came suddenly, double-striking, across each of our
bottoms in rapid succession.
ÒYahoooo!Ó
ÒYehoooa!Ó twin screams of alarm rose up from our lungs as Rachel
and I got a fanny-full of masterÕs strap right on our asses. I clapped my
hands to mine even as she did to hers. My long hair swished across my
back, I rose up on tiptoe. Rachel gyrated her derriere in a most
unTeacherly fashion.
ÒTo bed, young ladies, and let that be a warning of what IÕll do if you
misbehave in the slightest after I leave!Ó Anna pronounced with all
seriousness behind us. Rachel and I scrambled into bed. We got ourselves
under the covers, panties or no panties, and closed our eyes quick as we
could for Dreamland.
ÒVery good,Ó Anna said. She turned out our light. ÒNo fighting over
the teddy bear, no sticking the pacifier in the nightstand up each otherÕs
ass, and no frigging! I expect to find two dry little girls in the morning,
fully refreshed from a long nightÕs sleep. IÕll check your pussies
thoroughly just to be sure, and there better not be any love dew on them.
In fact, girls, IÕll tickle you myself in the morning, and youÕd better
wetten up for me as quick as newly opened clams. And I swear to God, if
the two of you wet the bed to piss me off youÕll never sit again!Ó
With that exhortation, our Lady of the Night wished us goodnight and
closed our door.
ÒOooh! SheÕs the worst mistress IÕve ever had!Ó Rachel swore as
soon as Anna had left.
ÒI mean it, girls!Ó she said suddenly, opening the door again and
popping her head in just to make sure we werenÕt doing exactly what we
were. We both pretended to be asleep. She shut the door again.
ÒDonÕt get us in troubleÓ I whispered.
ÒIÕm not, snot!Ó Rachel replied. She fidgeted beside me. ÒDo you
want to?Ó she asked about a minute later.
ÒWhat?Ó I replied, actually trying to go to sleep myself, my eyes
firmly closed.
ÒYou know, do it,Ó she answered. She felt for my pussy.
ÒNo! You heard what she said!Ó I replied.
ÒWell, thatÕs just playing,Ó Rachel answered. ÒWe can do it if we
want to.Ó
ÒI seriously doubt it,Ó I replied. I felt her bosoms against mine. Her
nipples were like thorns. They touched mine and sparks seemed to flash
between our points. Laughing reached our ears, directly overhead.
ÒTheyÕre partying. Wanna go spy on them?Ó Rachel asked.
ÒNooo,Ó I answered. She rose, lifting the bedcovers with her, letting
in the cool air of the room.
ÒCÕmon, we wonÕt get caught. I know how to do it,Ó she urged.
Before I could refuse she had me by the hand and was pulling me from the
bed. We tiptoed out, mischievously, leaving our cozy bed behind. I was
most ambivalent about our venture. But the laughing and partying did
pique my interest. And not a little jealousy. What was master up to, with
me in the house? How dare he not think of me every moment!
We snuck upstairs. There was a large ballroom on the second floor,
not big by the standards of a luxury liner, perhaps, but quite huge for a
brownstone. We slipped inside. Chandeliers dazzled overhead. Quickly,
naked but for our softly padding socks and our little tees, we darted
across to a couch and knelt behind it.
About a dozen guests were present. They had danced, had drank, had
eaten a fine meal, served by waiters in white-tailed tuxedoes. A string
quartet on a stage was playing, but behind a screen. A woman had been
placed upon a white linen bed, with a lace coverlet, in the center of the
dance floor. I stared at her, amazed at her and the bed, for both seemed so
out of place in a formal dining room. Arranged around the dance floor
were small round tables where the partiers had eaten.
ÒJust in time for dessert,Ó a woman was saying to the blonde on the
bed. The woman speaking was a redhead, and sat next to the recumbent
blonde. The redhead had her dress down around her waist, so that, seated
casually beside the blonde, her breasts hung freely. The blonde, who I
suddenly recognized as Anna, lay with her hips right on the edge of the
bed, so that her legs stretched down off the bed. Her calves were draped
over a small padded hassock. She kept them straight. Her pumps were
still on, but her cocktail dress had been ripped open right down the front,
so that now it lay tucked under her hips on the bed, letting her pussy
show, and under and alongside her back, leaving her gorgeous breasts to
rise unhindered in all their ballooning glory upon her chest. They looked
like two giant marshmallows, cherry tipped by her nipples, which stood up
proud and free. With her every breath her breasts quivered expectantly.
ÒYou will make the most memorable dessert, darling,Ó the redhead told
Anna, who was smiling and giggling just a little. ÒAnd since you skipped
dinner, youÕll be able to eat more of it than the rest of us, although you
might not want to.Ó The redhead had been plucking pink rose petals from a
long-stemmed rose and sprinkling them around AnnaÕs face as a kind of
decoration. She tossed the bare stem away and picked up a can of Cool-
Whip. She shook it, while Anna lay laughingly waiting, her hair all curled
and lovely as when IÕd first seen it, prettier perhaps, as if touched up at
the last moment, before her placement upon the bed. Her lipstick was
perfect. The blush on her cheeks was just the right shade. I mourned the
loss of her pretty dress, but Anna herself seemed oblivious to it.
The redhead, her own breasts hanging nakedly, bent forward over
Anna. Gently she applied her fingertip to the Cool-WhipÕs snout. Cold
cream spurted forth. It layered itself in ringlets around AnnaÕs nipples,
guided by the redhead. Each stiff nipple was carefully avoided until the
final moment, when the redhead made a triumphant little mountain of
cream atop each one in turn. I felt like I was watching some French cake
decorating class.
ÒWait, itÕll get even better,Ó Rachel said to me, our heads peeking
out over the top of the couch. Tara rose from a nearby table and, swishing
her dress very slinkily, competing with Anna for the attention of the men,
she walked up to the woman. With firm hands she took AnnaÕs legs and
spread them. She drew out the hassock and seated herself on it. She
pulled herself up to AnnaÕs pussy, which lay bare and naked before her.
The redhead passed her the Cool-Whip.
ÒAll the right places must be decorated, especially such a pretty
pussy,Ó Tara told Anna. The blonde just giggled under TaraÕs gaze. The
men all watched with baited breath. I noticed a sweet contrast in the
whiteness of AnnaÕs skin where her pubis lay and the tanned expanse of
her tummy and thighs. I knew the men loved it more than I. How erotic it
was, to see Anna with her panties removed, her tan lines showing. I
looked on the floor for her undies and saw them lying there, they must
have been hers, close to one of her heels, forgotten now. There was a
squirting sound and Anna blushed fiercely. Cold whipped cream shot from
the cannister and decorated her most intimate place. There was a small
round of applause. Was this AnnaÕs first time? SheÕd seemed so self-
assured with us. I glanced round at the guests. I found Jasmine, the
unattractive man and his wife, a few others unknown to me. I wondered at
the unattractive couple. They were special, I supposed, friends of master
because they controlled large sums of money or had some elite status.
Most of the guests were breathtakingly beautiful, natural invites for a
party like this one, but there were always a few who managed to get in on
other grounds. Again I felt that strange, special feeling, of tasting
forbidden fruits that many never shared. Or shared only with their
unattractive brethren, like Susan Smith doing the adultery number in
somebodyÕs spa in a nowhere town with nowhere people. Here there were
beauties of distinction, myself included, and our games were better, I
hoped. I was with my kind. Models, actors, businessmen grave and
handsome.
RachelÕs hip banged mine. I glared at her. ÒSorry,Ó she whispered.
Suddenly I was acutely aware of the two of us, our condition, kneeling
behind this couch, our bottoms arching out, our young cheeks split behind,
showing our puckered holes. Older women might kneel and be fleshy
enough to keep their bottoms closed, but girls like us didnÕt have anything
in behind to keep us modest. I blushed, felt as embarrassed as Anna,
though nobody could see me.
ÒAnd now, dear, the winning touch,Ó Tara announced. She took a
cucumber from a tray offered by a waiter who still attended on the party.
It was big and fat, and quite long. Tara held it up for everyone to admire.
Anna was red-cheeked. She waited, hands obediently by her side, letting
Tara use her. Tara took the cucumber and shoved its end into AnnaÕs cream
coated cunt. Anna gasped, knowing what must be but still quite awed at
its happening. I thought Tara would plunge the cucumber all the way up
but she didnÕt. She let more than half of it remain sticking out of AnnaÕs
cunt. Rachel breathed in absolute awe beside me as we stared at the
cucumber, sweetly curving upward just like a real cock, making Anna look
very much like a well-hung boy.
ÒOpen your mouth, dear,Ó the redhead told Anna. When she did, a
cherry was put between her flashing white teeth and she was told to hold
it there. A man stood up with a camera in his hands. He strode up to Anna
and took a flash picture of her. She was blushing fiercely all the while, a
girl on a first date with erotic desserts. Or maybe it wasnÕt her first
time, I couldnÕt know, but she blushed from her toes to her cheeks, so
sweetly, as if such an awful, silly thing could never have passed through
her beautiful head before. Idly now she ran her thumbs across her flanks
as she kept her hands immobile beside them. A second cherry was placed
in her navel and more pictures were taken. She was urged to eat the
cherry between her lips and, collecting the seed and the stem from her
mouth, the redhead offered Anna a stemless strawberry. Anna held it in
her teeth just like the cherry, letting more pictures be taken of her, by
other men, by a few of the women. Slim cords were brought and one was
looped around each of her wrists. They seemed to be making up their game
as the went along. The cords were run down the outside of her flanks all
the way to her ankles, where each wrist was tied to each ankle, the left
wrist to the left ankle, and the right to the right, loops being made round
each of her ankles just for the purpose.
Thus tied, her legs well spread, her cucumber cock sticking up lewd
as any ninth-graderÕs penis, Anna found herself fully decorated and
prepared. Jasmine approached with a small thin whip and spoke softly to
Anna.
ÒPlease not too hard,Ó I thought I heard Anna mumble, though there
was a strawberry in her mouth which prevented her words from being
coherent. Decorum, I guessed, dictated that she not lose the berry, or eat
it up until permitted to.
ÒOoofph!Ó Anna cried suddenly, as Jasmine brought the whip down
hard onto her lovely flat belly.
ÒItÕs to see if she can hold in the Strawberry,Ó Rachel whispered to
me. I saw she was frigging herself between her legs, freely, not minding
that it might get her in trouble. I considered a moment, decided I needed a
little attention myself. I put my hand to my puss and rubbed hesitantly,
not really wanting to do what I knew I couldnÕt help. The scene was just
too overwhelming, too powerful.
ÒOoopfth! Opppgh! Ooomph!Ó Anna burfed into her strawberry,
clutching it madly twixt her polished teeth lest she get into further
trouble by dropping it. JasmineÕs switch tested her resolve as the whip
marked AnnaÕs soft white skin, daring even to lightly mark her breasts.
Tara, meanwhile, bent forward on the hassock and took the end of AnnaÕs
cucumber in her mouth. Orally she began fucking Anna, moving the
cucumber to and fro, controlling it only with her mouth just as Anna
strove to keep her strawberry properly placed in her lips.
ÒOhh! Ohh!Ó I heard Anna moan, aroused by the moving cucumber, and
realized it was accompanied by little cries from Rachel, beside me.
ÒShhhh!Ó I scolded her.
ÒI canÕt help it!Ó she answered, gritting her teeth.
ÒQuit playing with yourself!Ó
ÒYou are!Ó she answered. Together we approached bliss under our
own guidance, enthralled by AnnaÕs luscious human desert, by the men who
were undressing now around her, their hairy butts and legs coming into
view as they prepared to give her some cream of their own. The redhead
plucked AnnaÕs strawberry from her mouth. I guessed, perhaps she
guessed as well, that a penis was to be put there instead.
ÒHereÕs the topping!Ó the redhead proclaimed suddenly, and brought a
big lemon meringue pie suddenly down on AnnaÕs face. Anna leapt up, her
tummy rising, her breasts heaving. The pie pan was removed and Anna was
left with cake batter and lemon-flavored cream on her face, laughing. I
saw her pink tongue stick up through the cream and lick away some of it, a
little flag seemingly, a fleshy flag, showing Anna was still alive down
there under all that mortifying cream.
Jasmine tossed away her whip. She unzipped her gown and stepped
completely out of it. She got on the bed and she and the redhead set about
licking AnnaÕs nipples clean of cream. The men, meanwhile, began
massaging their organs, in preparation, I overheard, for shooting sperm
onto AnnaÕs nipples in place of the Cool-Whip. Tara kept fucking Anna
with the cucumber, still using her mouth, but going deeper with it now,
unrestrained by any desire to keep Anna looking pretty.
Rachel, who must have been imagining herself fucked by the
cucumber as she watched, suddenly let out a small howl of pleasure. My
eyes darted to her, my own fingers guiltily rubbing myself. Other eyes
turned, those of the guests, and we were spotted!
ÒYikes!Ó I cried, and I think Rachel did too, for we were scared to
death of being discovered. We were like naughty children, spying on our
parents, seeing things we were strictly forbidden from even asking about.
Anna might have been our mother, seeing how thoroughly sheÕd subjugated
us to her will. And yet now we witnessed her own subjugation; bound, her
face smeared with pie cream, her pussy opened and filled and her nipples,
newly wet and licked clean of cream, about to be defiled with wads of
male sperm. Rachel and I ducked behind the couch, not looking now, our
heads withdrawn, like Jacks squirreling themselves back into their
respective Boxes.
I was still so overwhelmed by what IÕd seen that I couldnÕt stop
tickling my clitty. Even as I heard the stern footfalls of a male
approaching, his polished shoes heavy and loud on the polished wooden
floor, I couldnÕt stop frigging myself; nor could Rachel. Suddenly master
appeared, wearing a fine silk suit, looking like a million dollars. Rachel
and I, crouching, pouting for forgiveness, looked up at him like frightened
hares, our knees awkwardly open, our fingers pleasuring our clits even as
we tried to look like good little girls waiting for a ride to Sunday School.
ÒGet up!Ó master said. It was then I noticed he was unzipped. His
schlong, as fresh as his new suit, swung in semi-erection between his
legs. A womanÕs lipstick adorned the head, and I knew at once Rachel and I
had interrupted some delicious pleasure heÕd just been embarking on.
ÒOh, please!Ó Rachel blurted, as we stood and master took each of us
roughly by the ear, finding hers easily, because of her ponytail, fumbling
for mine beneath my wealth of blonde hair. He walked with us toward the
guests. We approached in our naughtily abbreviated tees, our nipples
wiggling beneath the sheared fabric. It performed an unwanted peepshow
for us, bouncing as our breasts bounced, covering our nipples and then
revealing them. Rachel and I had not even searched for panties to cover
ourselves, though we had the run of the house, until now. I felt hugely
embarrassed, realizing I was showing myself to these elegant guests this
way, captains of industry, society ladies, my muff bare and my chest all
but uncovered, nude except for my warm little socks that were as pink as
my cunny.
The redhead and Jasmine stared at me, whipped cream on their
noses, their lips. I felt awful for interrupting their private pleasure.
Tara, her mouth still gorged on the cucumber, stared at us sideways. Anna
blinked and opened her eyes, wriggled her wrists as if to get free, flexed
her forced open thighs against the intrusion of the monstrous fake organ
that split her so well. There was a general bustling, as if the interrupted
party might suddenly end.
Tara lifted her wet mouth from the cucumber. She smacked her lips.
Did the cucumber taste good? I doubted it. She probably felt the
greenness of it suddenly, the vegetable quality, the spell broken, dashed.
Anna looked as if she were no longer so happy at being made into dessert.
Was the cucumber, in this new harsh light of discovered reality, this
plunge back to normalcy, a newly realized discomfort? It was huge, it
must have filled her beyond what sheÕd expected, did its rending nature
now make her desperate to be rid of it? Tara placed a finger on the
cucumberÕs tip, even as Anna struggled to sit up. ÔNot yet,Õ TaraÕs finger
seemed to say. The redhead touched a hand to AnnaÕs shoulder to keep her
lying in place.
ÒIÕm sorry, I canÕt wait,Ó the unattractive man said bruskly. He and
his male partner, who looked vastly better than he but seemed equally
frantic, advanced upon Anna, placed one knee on the bed and, drawing
close, spurted his load with quick-fisted strokes onto one each,
respectively, of AnnaÕs nipples. She watched, aghast, as indeed were the
others. For long moments all stood immobile, even Rachel and myself and
master, watching as the long-shooting spurts of male seed pulsed out onto
AnnaÕs breasts.
At last the unattractive man withdrew. His partner remained,
stayed by a scissored touch of JasmineÕs fingers upon his cock. He was
young, perhaps no more than 20, and his hardness remained, though the
stiffness of his organ might have slackened just a little, in satisfaction.
Jasmine saw he might be useful again and restrained him with her two
fingers, strangely looking as if she might, were they sharp, cut his cock
off and keep it forever for herself. Jasmine Scissorhands, she fancied
herself perhaps. The effect was the same, the young man remained just as
she bid him too, his quivering cock near to the breast heÕd made his
deposit upon, perhaps already dreaming of making a second.
ÒWe must go, Shaftsbury,Ó the unattractive manÕs equally
unattractive wife said. She hoisted her husbandÕs pants up over his hairy
arse, he zipped himself, snapped shut his pants, but was not given time to
buckle his belt. His wife, restoring her dress, picked up her purse and took
his hand. Together they hustled themselves from the room, all eyes
momentarily following them. Another couple, much better looking, also
rose and left. There were less of us now, though Rachel and I had just
added two more pussies to the mix, to the resentment, I was sure, of the
remaining women.
ÒLick AnnaÕs breasts clean!Ó master commanded, and threw Rachel
and I toward the bed. Stumbling into it, we kneed our way up onto the
sheets and stared at the product of male hubris that besmeared AnnaÕs
teats.
ÒEwwww, yuck!Ó I cried, for it was I who had been given the
unattractive manÕs sperm. Rachel, with a glance at the young donor of her
feast, decided to get about licking lest she get one on her bottom. Master
withdrew his belt to persuade me.
ÒHe is clean, free of disease,Ó master said of our departed guest. ÒI
do not wish to see good male sperm go to waste. Lap it up, Barbi. You are
my slave now and will do as I say.Ó He snapped the belt through the air
once, nearly hitting me, making my bottom flinch forward, putting me even
closer to the disgusting sperm-residue that awaited me.
I felt a light touch in the small of my back. Bashfully I turned and
saw the redhead woman staring at me. She let her eyelids flutter. Her
smile was delicate. I felt the pricking of her nails down by my tailbone.
ÒHi, IÕm Sonja,Ó she said to me with quiet grace. A strand of hair fell over
one of her eyes, she brushed it back. Her full bosoms jiggled above the
still-modest wrapping of her dress about her waist. ÒAnd youÕre...?Ó
ÒBarbi,Ó I mouthed.
Her fingers flitted to my head. ÒWelcome to the party, Barbi,Ó she
said sweetly, and then pushed my head firmly down toward AnnaÕs nearest
breast. A moment later my lips were in the manÕs seed, and I was kissing
Anna, trying to forget the horrid sperm as I placed tongue-lapping kisses
upon AnnaÕs breast.
For a few soft moments there was only the sound of Rachel and I,
tongues lapping, eating up the male stuff that Anna had so graciously
permitted to adorn her person. Anna herself, her hands still tied, began
once again to feel the mouth-fucking movements of TaraÕs cucumber in her
puss. She sighed, squirmed a little, expressed a plea that she be let up,
was shushed by Jasmine and Sonja, who supervised all. When AnnaÕs
breasts were clean Rachel and I were allowed to lift our heads. We both
looked at once at master, who stood still with belt in hand. My face was
besmirched with sperm, my lips glistening, as was RachelÕs.
ÒMay I play with myself?Ó Rachel asked abruptly, her hand darting
between her thighs.
ÒNo!Ó master answered, his penis stiff, showing off his lipsticked
male crest, as if displaying a trophy.
ÒGet up!Ó master said suddenly to Anna. She lifted her head, looked
at him with wide eyes. ÒYou heard me, get up!Ó
All the females adopted a quizzical look. The males, though, seated
around us, smiled slyly, as if anticipating pure decadence. Seeing as
master was utterly serious, Sonja and Jasmine lifted AnnaÕs small
shoulders, helping her, as Tara scooted back her chair to get out of the
way. She meant to take the cucumber with her, but master ordered her to
leave it embedded.
Shocked, shivering, Anna rose as best she could from the bed.
Standing, she found she could just straighten her back, which was
fortunate, given that her wrists were bound by long cords to her ankles.
From her left wrist a cord of rawhide ran down to her left ankle. From her
right wrist, the same, a cord running down to her right ankle, each of them
taut now, giving her no more room. She could not lift her hands to pat her
tummy or scratch her nose, though she might just have taken hold of the
cucumber which protruded so naughtily from her pussy. She did not,
though, given how master glowered at her. It was stuck well up, at least
halfway, opening her as sheÕd never been before, making her look like a boy
with curly blonde hair, perhaps a soprano in the choir, the testicles
removed to make the voice high and bright.
ÒWere you not instructed to bed these girls down?Ó master asked
Anna. I felt as if I might be watching a fight between parents.
ÒYes,Ó Anna-mommie answered with lowered eyes to master-dad,
who clearly had the upper hand, what with Anna being bound and smeared
all over her face, ridiculously, with cream. Yet I saw his eyes flicker over
the sheen of her lovely untainted body, her breasts wet and bare, her
tummy smooth, her pussy still neatly set off by its whiteness, showing
where she wore her swim panties when she was outdoors, where the sun
was permitted to shine and where it wasnÕt. Her cuntlips stretched
woefully far over the intruding cucumber, making her stand bow-legged,
her thighs apart to accommodate the now-unwanted intruder. She
trembled, her nipples hard and erect with female passion, yet her tummy
seemed to shudder at the thought of being punished.
ÒTurn her around,Ó master said to Sonja and Jasmine. They leaned
forward helpfully, not wanting to anger master, their breasts hanging
pendant, as if to offer him milk. Solicitously they took Anna by her
shoulders and turned her so that her back was displayed to master, and her
bottom. Anna whimpered. Master ordered her bent forward onto the bed.
ÒWeÕll see how much you can hold today, Anna,Ó master called to her. He
took hold of her hiney and vented apart the cheeks, showing her hole. His
cock pressed up against it. He was big, highly impressive, but I felt
desperate for Anna, who could hardly want any more in her than was
already there.
Suddenly I was bent over, by a man who stood and made me his own.
I felt his eager hands split my cheeks (which, in their youthfulness, hardly
needed much to get them apart.) He stuck his cockhead against my hiney
hole and waited. I found my head next to AnnaÕs, she turned her face to
mine.
ÒLook what youÕve done!Ó she blurted to me. I felt very sorry for her,
even as I dreaded my own fate. I extended my tongue and licked up a bit of
whipped cream on the tip of her nose.
ÒIÕm very sorry,Ó I said quite sincerely to her, as I felt the impress
of the man at my own back more fully, more urgently, his pee slit finding a
dark sanctuary within which it might burrow right up me. He flexed apart
my hinds, stretching my opening, pushed a little deeper. But he was still
waiting for master to begin the proceedings. Opposite Anna, Rachel was
similarly placed as myself, her hole exposed and a man put to her rump to
ream her.
All around us now I heard the sound of clothes being removed. Two
ladies who were not already engaged in the preparations for sex now took
off their gowns, relishing the sight and feel of their nudity in front of
others. I realized we were all strangers here, for master had to ask Sonja
her name. She told it to him, and he ordered her to get her dress off.
ÒI want you to fuck my girlfriends Tara and Jasmine,Ó he told her.
ÒGet the biggest dildo you can find. There are some in the cake there, the
one we had not eaten yet. I guess itÕs too late now.Ó
ÒYouÕre kidding,Ó Jasmine replied. I glanced at her, gloriously naked.
She turned and eyed Sonja. There was a small smile on the redheadÕs face.
ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó Sonja asked Jasmine.
ÒUh, Jasmine,Ó the blonde replied.
ÒWould you like--Ó Sonja put a hand to her mouth, blushed. ÒWould
you like me to bugger you, Jasmine?Ó
ÒNo, I wouldnÕt,Ó Jasmine answered. Tara approached, took Jasmine
by the hair.
ÒMy bottomÕs not going to be sore because of your disobedience,Ó
Tara said quickly to Jasmine. The blonde glanced with defeated eyes at
master.
ÒIf you insist, master,Ó Jasmine said sheepishly.
ÒGood, good,Ó master answered. The thought of seeing such a lovely,
proper-looking young woman buggared sent my loverÕs cock jabbing more
deeply into my tight-squeezing sphincter. He didnÕt have even his
cockhead into me yet, but he was flexing his hips, impulsively, his pee slit
just within, urging the knob of his manhood back and forth within my
just-opened rear, as I strove to keep myself completely closed, not really
wanting him, least of all there, where master had so recently raped me.
ÒOOOH! Quit pressing your thing against my hiney!Ó I heard my
former instructress Rachel whine, obviously not the least pleased at being
put summarily over the edge of the bed and made ready for buggering.
Anna sighed into my mouth, feeling the pressure of master against her
arse, even as she struggled with the cucumber that stuck intrusively out
in front of her, banging and bumping against the bed, for all the world like
a real cock. Except that a man, finding his hardness beneath him, would
feel simply its extrusiveness, while she was simultaneously being fucked
by its indriving pressure, being split apart by it, filled with it. It must
have been awkward and steamy and everything she could never imagined,
being thus thrusting and thrust-thru, suffering an impending assault
simultaneously at her rear. She could not have dreamed of such an
agonizing result when she first lay upon the bed to be made into a
memorable dessert. Now, though, I doubted anyone present would forget
her fate. I tried to kiss her mouth to console her. As I did so, I felt an
impulse to spear her mouth with my tongue, and I did, fucking her myself,
orally, even as she was so well-fucked in her other parts.
ÒHere comes the bride,Ó Sonja and Tara sang out as they came up to
the bed with the fateful white wedding cake. I did not know if this was
some reception gone awry or not. They settled onto the bed, holding the
big cake carefully. All were nude now, Sonja and Tara and Jasmine the
bride-to-be, as well as the young man beside her, the one whoÕd shot off
on AnnaÕs breast, yet remained pleasantly hard. I saw his penis was
regorged now, full of pulsating stiffness and probably on a hair trigger
from all the jiggling female flesh that pressed so near to him. The girls
and he lowered the cake onto the bed. ÒThe first slice is for you, Johnnie,Ó
Sonja said lightly. ÒYouÕre going to get your butt fucked just like Jasmine
here.Ó Startled, he turned his head first to Tara, then back to Sonja,
finally to master.
ÒAh, a clever idea,Ó master answered. His eyes met TaraÕs.
ÒAlright, then, Tara, you can fuck Johnnie, and weÕll all be fucked and
fucking at one, then. You do make a fine-looking bride, Johnnie. I hope you
donÕt mind bending over and showing us all your hole.Ó Johnnie gulped.
Jasmine turned to him and suddenly placed a kiss on his young hairy chest.
ÒWeÕll do it together,Ó she said to him, softly. ÒWeÕll be buggared
together, side by side, man and wife.Ó
ÒBut itÕs our wedding night,Ó Johnnie said. ÒI donÕt want to be
fucked on my wedding night!Ó He laughed then, nervously, and I realized he
was nobodyÕs groom, just a young man, unattached. They were playing. I
admired him for contributing to the spirit of it.
ÒYes, itÕs your bridal night, the two of you, Johnnie and Jasmine, how
sweet!Ó Tara said. She watched, the four of them sitting in a semi-circle
around the cake, which lay unsteadily upon the bed, as Sonja delicately cut
into the big triple-decker with a sharp carving knife. Johnnie, nude as the
rest, sat with wide eyes near Sonja, his stiff cock wiggling as he watched
the butcher knife slice so smoothly through the massive cake.
ÒDonÕt spurt, Johnnie, the cakeÕs white enough as it is,Ó Jasmine
reproached him, seeing how thick and hard and quivery his cock was.
Lightly she ran a hand across the top of his organ, hoping to soothe it.
Johnnie gulped and promised her he wouldnÕt come on the cake.
Sonja cut big pieces for all four of them and passed them around,
then served the guests from the bed, each of them coming forward to take
a slice. A piece was placed in front of my face and I drew it close with
my hands and bit into it. I felt crumbs fall onto the small of my back as
the man with his cock pressing into my hole received a slice and ate it.
ÒMmmm! Cake!Ó Rachel piped up. She asked to get up to be allowed
to eat it, but master told her Ôno.Õ
ÒOh! I think I hit something!Ó Sonja smiled suddenly, her mouth
half-full with cake. She lifted her gobbling lips from the big slice she
was holding. I saw a cockhead protruding from the half-eaten slice. It
looked for all the world like a real penis, pink and rubbery. Sonja
displayed her find. It was admired. Others ate more lustily, hoping to find
treasure in their own large pieces of the wedding cake.
ÒAh, hereÕs uh, mine,Ó Johnnie said suddenly. He had found a dildo
within his piece. The girls broke into giggles.
ÒThatÕs yours, alright,Ó master announced. ÒPut it on, Tara. YouÕll
do Johnnie with that.Ó
Proudly Tara took the cake from Johnnie and broke it open to get at
the big dildo that waited inside. I felt my own loverÕs cock surging
impatiently against my rosehole. Anna gave a little gasp, masterÕs poised
organ pushing into her a little now, preparing for the main assault.
ÒOh please, let me finish my cake!Ó Rachel cried. I could not see her
but I guessed her lover was testing her even as Anna and I were tried. We
would be getting poked any minute now, with manly thrusts that might rip
us up inside if the men were not sensitive and careful. I doubted they
could be, so long had they to wait, and wished Sonja and Tara would be
quicker about getting into their fuck gear.
Her proud breasts jutting out in all their female splendor, Sonja
fitted herself into a cock-harness that had been thoughtfully thrown upon
the bed for her. First she placed the dildo within it, then she put the
harness on, as if girding for a horsey ride. As for Jasmine, the horse, she
was forced to help with her own rape by buckling SonjaÕs harness. It
closed at the small of SonjaÕs back, and Sonja turned and presented her
back and behind to Jasmine. With a look of trepidation upon her face,
Jasmine buckled SonjaÕs harness. Then Sonja turned to face Jasmine, and
ordered her onto her knees.
ÒDoggie-style, so I can mount you,Ó Sonja commanded. With
uncertain eyes and trembling limbs, Jasmine complied.
ÒYou seem as nervous as a virgin,Ó Sonja said to Jasmine. She
approached the girl and knelt behind her, the dildo poised for work,
stroking JasmineÕs hiney with her fingers to reassure her.
ÒI-IÕve never done this before,Ó Jasmine replied. She was at least
22, perhaps older, yet sheÕd never been buggared in this way, she said, and
it scared her.
ÒWhat?Ó Tara asked. ÒYou boasted to me that youÕd taken huge dildos
up your backside!Ó
ÒThat was only, only to keep you or master from dildoing me,Ó
Jasmine answered. ÒWhen I saw how huge some of his dildoes were, in his
cabinet downstairs, I decided to boast in the hopes of not getting fucked
that way.Ó
ÒWhy you little bitch!Ó Tara said. Master laughed.
ÒI guess youÕve been outwitted out of a deflowering,Ó he said to
Tara, who looked like she clearly relished the lesbian tryst that was about
to take place beside her.
ÒWell, I still have Rachel and Barbi to put through their paces,Ó Tara
answered, sending a shiver down my spine. Tara made Johnnie bend over,
and was quickly helped into her cock-holster by master, who leaned over
Anna to fix her into it. With blushing cheeks, his own cock stiff and huge,
Johnnie watched. Tara came to him, stroked his bottom a moment, and
then oiled him with a tube of vaseline that was now being passed around
for all of us.
I heard a squirting sound as wet streaks of vaseline were applied to
my loverÕs cock. I pushed my bottom back, impaling myself a little on him,
and he helpfully gave me a squirt right on my distended hole, to ease his
passage into me.
ÒWeÕre all set now,Ó Tara announced to master. She batted JohnnieÕs
hand away from his cock and told him she would bring him off herself at
the appropriate time. ÒUntil then, your cock remains untouched, young
man. YouÕll cum when I say, not before. But your asshole will be breached
at my discretion, and right now!Ó A nod from master had ordered her to
begin.
I felt an indriving surge then, all-powerful, full and deep. I gasped,
could not breathe a moment. He was mad for me. Anna shrieked, feeling
master push into her already filled interior. Rachel squeaked like a mouse
being raped which, given her small size, was just about exactly what was
happening. She and I were twin mouses. We didnÕt belong here, I screamed
to myself, as I felt my behind pillaged remorselessly.
My lover eased his urgency a little, seeing me squirm so desperately
beneath him, but Anna bleated all the more desperately as master thrust
his cock into her hiney.
ÒYes, yes, Anna!Ó I heard him gloat. ÒDo you remember being a little
girl, wondering what it would be like to have something inside you? Now
you are feeling it, really filled with it, you are nothing if not a well-filled
and fucked mare, your whole insides jammed full of cock and fake cock,
perhaps never to be set free, stuffed and hammered and full right up to the
brim!Ó He laughed, maniacally. Anna began crying. I turned my face to
hers, guessed she was simply crying from the shocking completeness of it
all, her pussy and bottom receiving all, her girlish days gone forever. No
more speculating under summer suns and leafy trees, swinging on swings
while watching for boys, clad in small tight jeans, her hips narrow as her
waist, her cherry intact and her bottom untouched. Now she was female,
fully formed, puffing and yelping and desperately trying to receive all that
was forced into her. She had not given birth yet, not felt the true fullness
of pregnancy and baby birthing, but she was as full as any female could be
save for that. I shot my tongue into her mouth, to relieve my own awful
need to escape my fate. Together we bumped hips and breathed hotly,
screaming sometimes, as our lovers made us full-fledged women.
In the morning I was carried downstairs and returned to the bed with
Rachel. We slept all day, the sunlight softly filtering through the
curtains, oblivious, uncaring, our bottomholes well opened, a little sore,
feeling like well-used brothel girls. Not caring, we hugged the teddy bear
between us. That evening Anna, refreshed and merry, came and rousted us.
She made us bathe and got in the tub with us. We played a long time,
sailing the rubber ducky around the tub and between each otherÕs legs. We
made ports out of our pussies and nosed the duckÕs bill carefully home,
docking it right where a man would most like to place his penis. Anna had
us suckle her teats.
ÒDarlings, IÕm going to have to spank you both for being so naughty
last night,Ó she told us. ÒYou should not have crashed the party.Ó Rachel
and I each sucked one of her nipples hopefully, thinking we might dissuade
Anna by enough lusty sucking between the two of us. After our bath,
though, she took us back to the bedroom, and sat down on the edge of the
bed, putting me over her lap first, face down. She walloped my hiney with
her bare hand. I cried. She did not stop until she was sure IÕd been well
punished. Then she had me stand, and put Rachel in my place. Clutching
my red hiney, I watched with sniffling nose and tear filled eyes as Rachel
got her due. We were both taken to dinner then. In the limo, riding with
master, lying over his legs so our bottoms would not have to sit. Arriving
at a posh restaurant, we ate standing beside masterÕs table, to the
bewilderment of the other guests. Perhaps a few, seeing me and Rachel
shift nervously on our feet, our lightly clad asses gyrating with seemingly
needless little circular motions, guessed at our fate. We wore short
dresses and no panties. When we returned home to masterÕs we were put
straight to bed, face down on our bellies, wearing only our bedtime socks
and tees. Our ankles were tied to the bed to prevent our getting up. We
were warned not to wet the bed.
ÒHow can we help it, if we canÕt get up to pee?Ó Rachel moaned.
ÒYou will not be crashing any parties tonight, young ladies,Ó Anna
answered, master chuckling beside her. ÒYouÕll just have to make the best
of it, I suppose. ItÕs your own fault for not obeying last night.Ó She and
master left then, and turned out the light.
ÒMy bottomÕs chilly,Ó Rachel whined. We were on the bed, with no
sheet over us, and it seemed strange to me that my hiney, so hot for the
past few hours, felt the need of a sheet.
ÒWell, my buttÕs cold too, but I guess weÕre stuck with it,Ó I
answered. ÒBetter than being too hot, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒI donÕt know, I catch cold sometimes if I donÕt have something over
me,Ó Rachel answered.
ÒWell, donÕt wet the bed, whatever you do,Ó I shot back. ÒThen it
would be really chilly, with a big pee stain under us.Ó
By morning weÕd both peed, not able to hold it in. Anna came and
scolded us, put us both straight into the bath, like children, not getting in
with us this time. She made us wash ourselves, sat watching us with
stern eyes from the commode, where she made a little poop while we
bathed.
ÒYouÕre stinking up the whole bathroom,Ó Rachel complained to Anna.
ÒServes you right for getting me fucked both ways the other night,Ó
Anna answered.
Rachel was dismissed to the custody of master when we were done
with our bath. I was made to wait while Anna took a quick shower. I sat
on the toilet, the lid down, feeling the furry seat beneath my bare bottom.
When Anna was done she returned me to the bedroom IÕd shared with
Rachel. The sheets, mysteriously, were clean and fresh again, changed by
unknown hands. Perhaps master had made Rachel do it.
ÒWe must dress and go outside to pick some birch branches for your
first whipping here,Ó Anna told me frankly. She parted the curtains of my
bedroom and glanced out the window. ÒItÕs raining a little, weÕll wear
bikinis. The birch trees are out front. We canÕt go nude, passersby would
see us. MasterÕs reputation would be damaged if nude girls were seen on
his lawn. HeÕs most respectable in these parts, despite his private
parties.Ó She opened the dresser and rummaged about. Bikinis were found
for both her and myself. We picked out our favorite colors. I tied mine on
carefully, so as not to cause embarrassment to master, worrying a little
at the reason for our trip. The bikinis were small, though not terribly so,
not bedroom-small, but still a little teenier than I think master would
have approved of, if heÕd seen them. Perhaps it was AnnaÕs way of piquing
him even as she obeyed him.
We stepped outside in little black waterproof booties to protect our
feet from grass stains. We wore clear latex gloves to keep our fingers
from being bruised from the birch branches. Anna brought a pair of garden
clippers to cut off the branches we selected. The rain felt cool upon my
skin. Mist coiled amongst the trees. Beyond, on the street, traffic flashed
by. I was grateful for the mist, it concealed us a little, though not enough
for us to pass unnoticed. Quickly we chose several branches amidst the
drizzling boughs and sliced them off. I tried to pick ones with as few buds
as possible. Anna chose well-budded ones, but let me include a few of my
own.
ÒThey sting most when theyÕre wet, you know,Ó she smiled at me.
ÒSo IÕve heard,Ó I answered. I felt my bottomcheeks clench within
my little swimsuit. She patted my ass.
ÒYouÕll think of nothing but your hiney soon,Ó she said. ÒAll night
long youÕll think about it, agonize over it.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to go through with this,Ó I gulped.
A car stopped on the street. Men got out, stood near their car,
wondering if they might meet us. Once, then again, they whistled to us.
Anna ignored them.
ÒCome,Ó she said, taking my hand. ÒWe have enough for the job.Ó She
led me inside, my finger in my mouth, my footsteps trailing. I knew I
could not stay outside with the men. I had nothing, nothing save my little
bikini, and that belonged to master. In the bedroom she toweled me off.
She took off my panties and made me get up on the bed and kneel with my
face pressed into the pillows. She loosed my bra, so that it hung from my
neck like a bib, letting my titties wiggle freely, unhidden, the bra cups
useless in their dangling untied state.
ÒIsnÕt master coming?Ó I asked.
ÒNo,Ó she answered. ÒMaster is busy with Rachel, or gone perhaps,
taking her with him for the day. Tara and Jasmine are out shopping. This
is just between you and me, as part of your training. IÕm your teacher, you
know.Ó She gave a practice stroke with the branches, through the air. I
listened to them whistle. A bow held them together at one end, letting the
other end splay freely, menacingly. AnnaÕs bikini was still intact, wet but
properly tied. It was as if weÕd stepped from the beach into a bathhouse,
for some lesbian tryst. ÒBite the pillow if you need to,Ó Anna said to me.
Then she whipped me, harshly, each stroke like a swarm of bees upon me.
It was worse because no one was there, no male to watch me screaming
and crying and screeching into my hastily-bitten pillow. When she was
done she matter-of-factly got cream from the dresser and palpated it all
over my injured tush.
ÒIÕll tell master youÕre properly behaved now,Ó she said at last. She
turned and left, giving me a bucket to pee in. She locked the door. Much
later someone slipped a sandwich, wrapped in cellophane, under the door,
along with a pan with water in it. Feeling sorry for myself, hoping that
master might somehow be watching me, I ate the sandwich kneeling on the
floor, with my blazing birch-streaked bottom uplifted into the cool air. I
lapped up the water like a doggie might. More water was brought later,
and I drank it upright the next time, moving about my room more
confidently, growing restless. I stood in front of the mirror, with my back
to it, and examined my damaged bottom with a sense of pride. IÕd survived
masterÕs punishment. IÕd been a good girl and gotten what IÕd deserved,
even picked out the branches myself. Some of them, anyway. I parted the
cheeks and wondered what it would be like to have master pick out a
tattoo and put it on me. It would make me mine forever, wouldnÕt it? He
couldnÕt deny me then. I gulped, wondering if that was really what I
wanted. Or perhaps a brand, a hot brand placed right on my bare bottom, by
my hole, perhaps, where no one could see it without being very intimate
with me. I could go to the beach, even wear a thong bikini maybe, and no
one would know I belonged to master, unless they stripped me and opened
my asscrack and looked inside. Then they would see it. That I was
masterÕs. I bit my lip and wondered how much it would hurt to get a brand.
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