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A Weekend Invitation Part 1
By: Dameon Ainsworth
Copyright (c) 1993 by Dameon Ainsworth and Erotic Adventures Inc. All Rights
Reserved.
Chapter 1 - Dean's Story - An Invitation for Dinner
It was in today's mail. A lustrous card with guilt edging. An invitation.
"Dinner at the Smythe-Arnold's, Friday 6 PM", with an address in one of the
more ritzy parts of town.
"Who are the Smythe-Arnold's, Karen dear?", I inquired of my wife.
"I don't know Dean. I thought they were friends of yours."
The bottom of the invitation was missing the usual RSVP but did mention that
this was a three day event and that all overnight requirements would be
provided.
After much discussion, we decided to attend. Mostly to satisfy our burning
curiosity if nothing else.
Karen and I have been married for fifteen years, and while our life is
somewhat interesting, a little bit of excitement or something out of the
ordinary was welcome. Our sex lives have however become routine.
In spite of my attempts to try some new things, Karen is very conservative in
what she will accept in our sexual activities. Two or three standard
positions and only vaginal sex. On an occasion she will make me come with
her hand.
We only have sex in bed, with the lights out and only in the evening. I
questioned her about other positions, and things, but she was unable to
overcome her mother's belief that sex was dirty and a sin and only to be
tolerated to keep a husband satisfied.
Any suggestion of oral sex was met with mortification.
Karen still has a fine body with large firm breasts, curved hips and shapely
legs. Her big green eyes and light brown hair accent the still attractive
face with her pert nose and full lips. Her style of clothing unfortunately
also reflects her mother's values and is designed to hide rather than
accentuate her figure.
Rarely does she wear lipstick or makeup, and very rarely any nail polish.
High heel shoes to Karen mean about one inch heels.
I an still fairly fit and have not lost my physique. On many occasions I
have been tempted to follow some other wiggling ass to her home but have not
done so as generally Karen is a good person and wife whom I still love and
would not like to hurt.
What all this has to do with the strange invitation for Friday. Nothing that
I'm aware of. And what is the invitation all about and who did send it. I
don't know that either. I guess we'll all find out on Friday.
Chapter 2 - Dean's Story - Friday Evening Arrival
At 5:45 on Friday evening, I turned the car into the beginnings of a long
driveway leading up to an old stone mansion built around the turn of the
century. Off to the right of the main entrance, there was a small car park
already accommodating four other vehicles.
We drove up to the front of the mansion where a young man in green livery
relieved us of our automobile keys, indicating that he would look after
parking it for us. He then open the front door and said that we should enter
the library to the right.
The library was a magnificent room. Finely polished wood surrounded the
cases of books. Many comfortable looking chairs occupied the room, as well
as several smaller writing desks. Eight of the chairs were occupied.
Four other couples had found a place to wait. Standing in the room was a
butler type person, passing around a beverage which could have been
champagne.
"Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Granger," he announced as he noticed us at the door,
"Please come in and be seated for a few minutes before dinner."
As we walked toward two empty chairs, I noticed that no one was talking very
much. It was as if everyone in the room was a stranger.
"Hello, I'm Dean Granger", I introduced myself to the fellow seated in the
chair beside me.
"Alan Sinclair, pleased to meet your. Are you a friend of the
Smythe-Arnold's", he asked.
"Honestly, I don't recall ever meeting anyone with that name, are you?"
"Why no. This is a total mystery to me."
Suddenly the room erupted with conversation. It seems that no-one knew the
hosts and except for their partners, knew no-one else in the room either.
Another couple was announced over the babble, followed by the indication that
dinner was now served.
Under questioning, the butler type provided absolutely no further information
except to say that dinner was where it was gong to be at.
Chapter 3 - Dean's Story - Dinner Is Served
The dining room was long enough to accommodate a bowing alley. The table
situated in the centre was set for six places along each side and one at each
end. At each place setting there was the usual plethora of glasses and
cutlery one expects at such a table and a place card with everyone's first
name on it.
"Please find your place and be seated. Do not switch places. And please do
not talk or fiddle with the cutlery", ordered the butler.
I found myself seated between a small blondish lady who was wearing a very
fragrant perfume and a low cut blouse, and a rather voluptuous redhead with
sparking hazel eyes and very seductive facial features. Karen was seated at
the far end of the table beside a gentleman who looked very dignified with a
handle bar mustache of all things.
As everyone was seated the doors at the other end of the dining hall opened.
The couple who walk through were obviously male and female. Beyond that
there was little else we could tell about them. They both wore black leather
masks which covered their heads, leaving slots for their eyes and nostrils.
Their mouths were uncovered.
The lady wore a tight black leather skirt and top with black stockings and
black very high heeled open toed shoes. Her top was tight against her form
which featured a twenty inch waist and rather obvious breasts. In contrast
was her blood red lipstick and matching nail polish.
The man was dressed similarly in black with leather pants and top. The pants
were tight fitting especially around the crotch. The ample bulge left little
to the imagination.
They sat at the empty seats at each end of the table.
"Welcome fellow diners. My name is not important. You may refer to me by
the title 'Lord'. My partner may be referred to as 'Lady'. This is the only
opportunity you will have for the next three days to leave. If you wish to
leave, please do so now. By staying at this time, you will have committed to
the activities of this weekend without regret."
I looked at Karen and at the other guests. No one seem ready to move.
Whether it was due to curiosity, embarrassment or what, I don't know. Karen
was avoiding my glance which I took to mean she wanted to stay. We stayed.
So did everyone else.
A few seconds of awkward silence was broken by our host.
"I'm glad to see that everyone is going to stay. I knew you all would,
that's why we invited you particular couples. Now before the first course,
we will find out who our partners will be for the weekend."
Karen looked at me with an absolutely shocked expression on her face. I sort
of almost giggled but managed to suppress the laugh and present a shocked
face back to her.
Our host continued, "First I would like all the men to place their left hands
in their laps and their right hands on the table in front of them. Ladies
please place your right hands in your lap and your left hands on the table."
After some thought as to which was right and left, everyone complied still
very confused as to what was going on.
"Now take hold of the persons hand beside yours and hold your arms straight
up."
We all tentatively took the hand of the person beside us. I found myself
holding the hand of the red head with the big tits. It felt warm and soft in
my grasp. Her perfume was subtly invading my senses. Karen was holding the
hand of Mr. Handlebar Mustache.
The butler quietly came up behind me and slipped a pair of locking bracelets,
not unlike handcuffs but wider and probably more comfortable, over my wrist
and that of the redhead. We were chained together with a four inch chain.
Everyone was coupled the same way.
"Congratulations, you have now met your partner.", continued our host,
"Somewhere in this house is the key for your wristbands. No two wristbands
use the same key. Its up to you to find the key if you wish to be undone.
Now we may eat."
The soup was a very excellent cold strawberry soup. Eating was proving to be
somewhat difficult as I was right handed and had now to use my left hand.
Other people I noticed were also having difficulty. Karen was trying to
ignore her partner and pretended he wasn't there.
My redhead introduced herself as Sue, and said she was having fun. It seems
that her husband across the table got upset if she talked to other men. Now
he couldn't do anything about it.
"How are we going to use the facilities if need be", inquired the blond to my
other side.
"That is up to you to figure out", responded our host.
"And where will we sleep", inquired another diner.
"You will be assigned appropriate facilities for the night later in the
evening", added our host.
I noticed that the hostess hadn't said a word as of yet.
Dinner progressed slowly. A light tossed salad was followed by a filet of
beef. The wine glasses were kept full by the ever present butler. Two young
ladies, smartly dressed in French maid's uniforms, provide the serving
functions. They seemed to know their job well as no instructions were ever
given that I could hear.
Sue and I were sharing the functions of our coupled hand to cut the meat and
eat with. I noticed that Karen and her partner were stoically ignoring each
other and trying to do everything with their single free hand.
After a sherbert dessert and small liqueur, I sat back and looked around the
table. Several of the new couples seemed to be getting along fairly well and
enjoying the situation. Others were obviously not. Some people were
squirming in their seats. They were holding out the best they could from a
trip to the toilet. Karen being one of them.
"Now that dinner has finished, would you all be good enough to retire back to
the library for further instructions', commanded our host.
Chapter 4 - Dean's Story - Going to Bed
The library had been rearranged and the single person seats replaced with six
small couches suitable for two. We all took a seat as we were instructed to
do so.
"You have all been invited here to share and experience with the person you
have been coupled with', explained our hostess as she spoke for the first
time.
"This experience is designed to provide you with something you wish for but
can't normally have, show that things can be different, and that its all
right to have what you want", she continued.
"Accommodation has been arranged for each of you designed specifically to
induce you towards your special experience. Its up to you to follow that
design. The key to your bracelet will be revealed to you as you move forward
in your experience. Jeeves will show each of you in turn to your rooms.
Everything you will need is already in your room. You will be in the dining
room at 8:30 AM in the morning for breakfast."
By some selection process not understood by me. Sue and I were the first to
be taken to our room. The room was on the second floor and was large enough
to house a football team, and all on the same bed which was off to one side.
The bed was enormous with a brass frame. It was covered with red and black
pillows, and a red comforter. A frilled canopy roofed over the bed. It
looked like it came out of an ad for a honeymoon suite at Niagara Falls.
Looking around the room we saw a large water filled spa on the other side and
the usual toilet appliances. A small bar finished off one corner and it
appeared to be well stocked. A TV and VCR with a camera on a tripod was
standing beside the bed.
"Ooow, Its marvelous", squealed Sue, "Is this just for us. I have to pee
pee".
"I guess we'll have to do it together since we fastened, won't we", added Sue
looking at me very coyly.
She was obviously enjoying herself immensely. I was having fun too.
"You'll have to help me take my pants off"
I pulled Sue's dress up and helped her remove a pair of very skimpy panties.
I couldn't help noticing a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair of the same
colour as her head hair. The moistness on her panties did not escape my
notice either.
"Harry won't even come into the bathroom when I'm in it", Sue commented as
she sat on the toilet, "he's a real prude sometimes. Oh here it comes."
Sue tinkled into the toilet. I felt a stiffening in my pants at the sound.
Sue noticed.
"Oh, it seems to turn you on. Maybe you can have a closer look next time I
have to piddle. Why don't you wipe me dry with you hand?"
This was crazy. I've never done anything like this in my life. I ran my
hand between Sue's legs as she sat on the toilet and felt her wet pussy. I
was very hard by this time and feeling quite constrained.
Sue pulled my zipper down and sprung my ridged cock free of my underwear.
"Hmmm, it looks like it needs some attention", she cooed, and placed her lips
over the tip of my cock. Slowly my prick slipped inside her mouth until the
whole six inch shaft was buried inside that pretty mouth.
The sensation was incredible. I've wanted Karen to do this for years.
Sue slipped my cock in and out of her mouth several times. Her lipstick
colouring the shaft. I couldn't hold it and shot my cum down her throat. I
suddenly felt very embarrassed.
"SSorry", I stammered.
"What for? You enjoyed that and I enjoy eating cum."
I realized that she was right. I did enjoy having my cock sucked very much.
I also had to pee and told her so.
"I like to swallow other things besides cum, when I get the chance",
said Sue, " And with Harry I never get the chance anymore".
"Here, stand in front of me and let me know when the pee is coming."
With Sue still sitting on the toilet, by limpid cock was about level with her
chin.
"OK, here it comes", I announced.
Sue quickly placed the end of my cock into her mouth and accepted the piss as
it came out. By the time I was finished peeing, I was hard again. Sue
licked that last drop of pee off the tip and stood up. She leaned forward to
give me kiss, and as our mouths came together fed me a mouthful of my own
piss.
I sort of choked. My cock went soft. It actually tasted not too bad. I did
swallow most of it. Wow, this was all happening very fast.
"Did I surprise you? Here let me help you out of your pants Dean,' cooed Sue
as she bent over and undid my shoes laces.
With some help I managed to remove shoes, socks, and pants. My cock was
hanging out the slit of my jockey shorts looking quite forlorn.
"Oh the poor thing", giggled Sue. "Let's explore the room and then we'll see
what we can do for your poor dicky."
We looked in the closets. There were two huge closets. One had a blue door
and the other had a pink door. Behind the pink door we found an array of
feminine attire from shoes to gowns, miraculously all in Sue's size. We also
found some interesting looking leather, vinyl and rubber garments.
Behind the blue door we found the masculine attire. Again it was the correct
size for me. There was also some leather and rubber stuff. And also some
female type clothes. I was puzzling this out when Sue exclaimed, " I bet the
dress is your size too."
Now I was really beginning to wonder about what lay in store for this
weekend. We opened draws coloured in pink, blue and black. The pink draws
had the ladies stockings and underwear, the blue drawer contained the men's,
and ladies underwear, and the black held an array of adult toys ranging from
vibrators, dildos, creams and lotions, to whips and some wicked looking
clamps and things.
The drawers in the bathroom contained all the toiletries one could ever want
including a pair of scissors. We searched the rest of the room finding some
rope, hooks, but no key. Sue went back to one of the drawers and grabbed the
pair of scissors.
"What are you going to with those", I asked?
"Well the way I figure it, right now the only way we are going to get
undressed is to cut some of our clothes off since we haven't found any key."
Since we had a closets of new clothes of excellent quality, I shrugged my
shoulders and gave Sue the go ahead. She skillfully cut along the seams and
only where required for us to fully undress. Now all she had on was her bra
and I my underpants.
She handed me the scissors to do the honours of releasing her magnificent
boobs. I tried to undo the catch at he back but couldn't do it with one
hand. The scissors, however, made short work of the straps and her bra fell
away releasing her full firm breasts.
I couldn't keep my eyes off them. The nipples additionally were a huge
adornment to her large breasts. I bent over and gave them both a kiss.
"Oooh. I like that", purred Sue as she guided us to the bed.
Soon I was sucking on her tits like a new born babe. My cock was hard again.
I rolled on top of Sue. My cock slid into her hot wet pussy like it had
always belonged there. We fucked each other and came at the same time with a
scream from Sue and a groan from me.
We sort of fell apart and jerked to a stop as we were still chained together.
"Wow, was that great", I exclaimed.
"I enjoyed it too. It was so much more spontaneous than I'm used to ."
We lay, embraced, and kissed, on the bed for a while until Sue announced that
she would like a drink. Since we both had to go to the bar together, anyway
we both played bartender. In the fridge we found a bottle of champagne which
was our unanimous choice.
While we were at the bar, the TV and camera caught Sue's eye.
"How about making a home movie", she suggested. "Have you ever fucked on TV
before, Dean?"
"No I can't say I have."
Just the thought of it got my cock hard again.
We figured out how to put a tape in the VCR and turned on the TV and camera.
It was aimed at the bed already. We climbed onto the bed and turned to see
the TV and how we looked.
"There seems to be something wrong with the TV", exclaimed Sue!
Sure enough the bottom part of the picture was dark and fuzzy.
"Maybe the camera's out of whack", I added, "Lets go have a look at it."
We examined that camera and couldn't see anything wrong until Sue looked up
into the lens.
"There seems to be something in here."
I looked also and noticed that there seemed to be an extra lens screwed on
the front of the camera. I unscrewed the lens and found taped the inside of
the extra lens, the key.
Chapter 5 - Dean's Story - After the Key
"Wow, that was easy", exclaimed Sue!
We took the key and undid the bracelets, threw our arms around each other,
embraced, kissed and entwined our tongues. We seemed to go on forever, until
Sue remembered about the TV. She also remembered about the champagne.
"Just in case I never get a chance to do all this again", Sue started to say,
"I'm going to have you fuck me everywhere tonight."
"OK, sounds good. What do you mean by everywhere?"
"Oh, you know, mouth, pussy, tits, and ass. Do you thing you can manage it
all?"
I was a little shocked by suggestion of fucking Sue in the ass, but indicated
that I was ready to try whatever she desired.
She took a mouthful of champagne and kissed me with it. I was drinking
champagne from this luscious redhead's mouth and loving every minute of it.
I sort of briefly wondered what Karen was up to, and then forgot all about
it.
"Tastes better than piss, doesn't it Dean", queried Sue?
"It does indeed, but I think that I would like to taste your piss sometime
Sue."
"OK, how about now, I have to go again."
Sue stood with her legs apart and had me sit on the floor facing her. She
moved forward and fitted her pussy to my mouth.
"Here it comes, I don't want you to spill a single drop."
Her piss gushed out of her body. I caught a mouthful but it came too fast
and I couldn't swallow fast enough. It spilled out of my mouth and down my
chest. I also remembered how Sue had shared my pee with me so I made sure
that when she finished, I still had a mouthful.
Sue sat down beside me and was obviously expecting a gift. Our mouths met
and she eagerly drank her piss from my mouth.
Eventually our mouths parted.
"I've never dreamed of doing things like that", I said, "Where do you come up
with the ideas?"
"Oh, when I went to university, the sorority I joined was allied with a
fraternity. Their motto and goal in life was all sex and its variations.
Some of the members got into some very strange things even by my standards.
Maybe I'll tell you all about it someday. But for now, I need a good
fucking."
We climbed back onto the bed and I screwed her cunt for the next while. I
didn't realize I could stay hard for so long and come so often. She was
soaking wet between her legs. A wet pool had formed on the bed as well. I
collapsed after one particularly violent orgasm.
I woke up suddenly. Sue was sucking my cock.
"Hi sleepy head, you were all tuckered out so I let you fall asleep for a
little while. How about a dip in the pool."
We immersed ourselves in the hot water of the spa. It felt so good. I guess
I was a little worn out after our heavy exercise.
"Tell me more about your sorority, Sue", I asked?
"I will tell you a bit. The boys in the frat house were our personal sex
toys. To be a member they had to submit to our absolute control. And we had
a method of enforcing it too. Are you ready for some more sexercise now
Dean?"
I was feeling awake again and raring to go. Sue tossed me a towel and while
I dried off, she rummaged in one of the drawers. Coming back to the bed she
had a rubber bag and hose, a tube of slippery lube and a couple of rubber
cocks.
"One of the pleasures I learned about at school was ass fucking. But first
one has to be cleaned out. And just to be fair, we'll both clean out so we
can share the experience. I'll do you first so you can learn how to do it."
Sue took me over to the toilet and ordered me to bend over the seat. She
filled the rubber bag with warm water, rubbed lube over my ass, and slipped
the nozzle at the end of the tube from the bag of water into my ass hole.
"Now experience the feeling of being filled up in the behind."
At first I felt only the nozzle up my ass. Then a warm feeling as the water
flowed in. Soon there was pressure from the water and mild cramps.
"You are now full. I'll pull the nozzle out. Hold the water until I tell
you otherwise."
I felt like I had to shit real bad now. I had cramps and my bowels felt like
they would explode.
"Now sit on the toilet and release."
Ah, the pleasure of the release as the water and poo spewed out into the
bowel. I felt emptier than I remember feeling before.
"Now you can do me. I'll guide you through."
Sue had me test the water before I filled the bag. Then I lubed her small
pink button of an asshole and pushed the nozzle in. The water was released
and Sue moaned as it filled her butt, creating pressure and cramps. I
removed the nozzle and told her to hold it until I said OK.
Sue complied and after a few minutes I told her to sit on the toilet and
release.
Sue sighed with relief as her bowels purged themselves. I couldn't resist
and gave her a long passionate kiss on the mouth as she emptied into the
toilet.
We washed our bums in the bidet and returned back to the bed. I was
instructed to lay on my front and come onto my knees so my bum was in the
air. Sue knelt behind me. I felt a gently touch on my ass. It was her
tongue tantalizing my back hole. The touch got more pronounced and the
feeling became more intense. I felt her force the tip of her tongue in as far
it would go. I moaned softly in pleasure.
"I hear that you're ready now", said Sue.
Sue took the tube of slippery lube and squeezed some onto her finger. She
also squeezed a bit onto my anus. Slowly she slid her finger inside my
asshole. It felt better and better than her tongue. My muscle relaxed a bit
and she slid another finger in. Soon she had inserted three fingers in and
was massaging me from the inside. It was wonderful.
Next she lubed up a rubber dong and slowly press the head of it against my
ass.
"I'll get the real one', she said, "you'll have to make believe."
It began to hurt a bit as the dong was forced inside me and my ass stretched.
As more of the rubber entered my body, the feeling of pain subsided. The
pleasure returned. Sue moved the rubber cock in and out of my ass. She used
her other hand to fondle my balls and cock.
The sensations were getting to be intense. Just as I was about to shoot my
load, she stopped.
"No you don't. That's for me to have", she admonished, "You can cum in me
now."
She pulled the intruder out of my ass. I was instructed to go wipe the lube
off myself and come back to the bed.
Back at the bed Sue was on her front with her pretty bum in the air. I was
instructed to relax her anus using lube and my fingers like she did to me. I
remembered what she did first though and bent down with my tongue ready.
Slowly I licked up to her ass hole and then round and round the pink button.
Over and around the back entrance. I plunged my tongue inside her ass.
"Yes, yes fuck my ass now", she cried.
I lubed my fingers and inserted then one at a time. With three fingers in, I
could feel her pulse as the muscle fought being opened. Within a few
moments, the sphincter relaxed and I felt she must be ready.
I lathered my cock with lube and pressed it into her back hole. Sue yelped
as the head went in went in. It was the tightest place my cock had ever
been.
"Push it all the way in. Fuck my ass hard", cried Sue.
I was now pounding her tight hot ass as hard as I could.
Sue was screaming, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME YOU ASS FUCKER."
I orgasmed explosively. I felt like I pumped a gallon of jism into her. Sue
shrieked like a wild animal.
We fell apart spent again.
How many more times we fucked again that night I don't know. I violated
every inch of her body. Sue demanded it.
Suddenly a voice interrupted our orgy, some kind of intercom system.
"It is now eight AM. Breakfast is in one half hour. Do not be late.
Jeeves will lead you.
Sue and I had one final embrace and went to get ready. Showers, shaves,
fresh clothes and makeup for myself and Sue as appropriate.
I found a comfortable set of casual slacks, shirt with leather loafers in my
closet. Sue dressed in a low cut blouse and mini-skirt.
We went to the door and discovered it locked. It must have been locked all
night. I hadn't occurred to either of us to try it until now.
Jeeves knocked, a few minutes later. He opened the door and we followed him
down stairs. As in the evening before, we were the first to be led down.
Chapter 6 - Dean's Story - The Breakfast
Sue and I sat at the same places we were for dinner. Sue's hand kept
wandering up my leg and rubbing my crotch. I was hard again. The next
couple arrived.
They were still chained together wearing the same clothes they had on last
night. They both looked miserable and tired. Sue nudged me.
"That's my Harry", she whispered, "Doesn't he look awful?"
Sue giggled.
Harry gave her a look as he neared that table that said, "Wait till I get my
hands on you for getting me into this horrible mess."
The next couple came down smiling and holding hands. The lady was the blond
from my other side. They had their bracelets off and looked like they had
had a good night.
Mr. Handlebar Mustache was next on the stairs. Three paces behind him was my
wife. Their bracelets were also removed. He was dressed in severe black
leather pants and shirt outfit more suitable for a warden or pirate. He
carried a riding crop in is right hand.
Karen was subdued. Her eyes looked at the ground. She was dressed in high
heeled shoes, black stockings, a very tight leather mini-skirt, and a form
fitting corset like top which pushed her breasts up and just covered her
nipples. Around her neck was a black studded dog collar. She was fully made
up with dark red lipstick and matching nail polish.
They came over to the table. He stopped and nodded to Karen. She pulled his
chair out for him and he sat down. He nodded to her again and she sat down
herself, not looking anywhere except at the table top.
I was consumed with curiosity as what went on in their room last night. This
was exciting.
Following my wife and her warden, came another unhappy pair. Looking about as
disshreveled as Harry and his partner. Obviously hating each other as well
as the situation.
The last couple had managed to find their key also. However, he was dressed
as a little girl she as his nurse. Curioser and curioser.
And this was only the end of the first night.
Our hosts arrived dressed as they were at dinner and took their same places.
"Good morning all", welcomed our host, "I see that not all of us had a good
night."
"Well that is not too unusual. I see that some of you have already found the
more pleasurable parts of your experience and some of you have not. Things
will change. By the way, if you have any questions, save them for Monday
morning when we will be pleased to answer them all."
Breakfast was light and consisted on croissants, fruits, and several spreads.
After breakfast we were conducted back into the library for further
instructions or something. As we sat down, and some of us like Sue and
myself got comfortable, I looked towards Karen, my wife and began to wonder
what her experience had been like so far.
Chapter 7 - Karen's Story - A Hesitated Adventure
I didn't know what to expect, the invitation was so vague. I think I went
because Dean seemed so curious. I began having reservations when we entered
the library and found out that no-one knew the hosts. I don't mind a little
adventure but this was too mysterious already.
I was surprised that we were placed apart at dinner. My parents would never
have approved of a dinner party where a wife was separated from her husband.
I was seated at the end of one side of the table beside a very distinguished
looking man with a mustache. The place tag said that his name was Ken.
The appearance of the host and hostess was somewhat of a shock. I had of
course heard of people who dress like that but I never imagined I would be in
the same room as some of them. They looked like they been outcast by the
devil himself.
Thank-god that they gave us the opportunity to leave. I expected Dean to jump
right out of his seat and take us both home. When he didn't, I turned my
head away when he looked at me to hide the tears I felt might come at any
minute. They didn't and I was able to compose myself again, but it was too
late. We had already lost our opportunity to leave.
When I next found myself handcuffed to the man beside me, like some kind of
criminal, I though that I was going to be sick. I looked over to Dean for
some comfort and saw him relishing in his captivity by that shameless
redheaded hussy. I was stuck dumb and tried to ignore the man I was cuffed
to. Fortunately he ignored me to.
Eating dinner was difficult with one hand but I managed. I began to get
concerned when I felt the urges of nature begin to call with mild pressure in
my bladder. How was I going to relieve myself. I decided to ignore it, not
drink any more, and not go to the toilet.
By the time dinner ended I was feeling the urge to urinate very strongly. I
felt that I could hold out for while yet though, when we were moved back into
the library.
After a brief lecture from the people in black, Dean was led away with that
women. I almost cried again.
Chapter 8 - Karen's Story - An Wet Embarrassment
Two other couples were led away, then it was our turn. The butler led us up
to a room on the third floor. As he closed the door behind us, I saw a room
decorated in dark grays and blacks with a touch of red. It sort of reminded
me of an expensively decorated dungeon.
"Well here we are", said the man chained to my wrist. "What are we supposed
to do now."
I tuned to open the door so we could leave and found it locked with no way of
unlocking it from the inside. Suddenly the urge to urinate became
overwhelming. I almost collapsed with the resulting cramp.
"What was that all about", inquired the man?
"I I I have to use the toilet", I mumbled with embarrassment.
He began to move in the direction of the toilet when I stumbled. The sudden
movement released the contents of my bladder and I urinated in my underpants,
down my skirt and all over the man's pant leg and shoes.
He was furious. It was like a switch had turned on in him. He became a
different person. I was very scared.
"What do think you are doing woman", he demanded, "Where is your sense of
decency. How dare you soil my clothes."
And with that he pulled his hand back and gave me slap across the face. I
was stunned. Not that it hurt, it's just that no-one had ever slapped me
before.
"I think that an apology is in order women."
"I I'm sorry", I cried with tears streaming down my face.
I was absolutely humiliated, embarrassed, mortified, hurt, and scared all at
the same time.
He dragged me into the bathroom area and told me to wipe him off.
I found a towel and dried his pants and shoes as best I could.
He then said that he had to use the facilities. He ordered me to turn around
and stand with my back to him while he urinated. Even the sound of a man
peeing into the toilet is an affront to me and I was more miserable than
ever.
"Now that I have done my business, and you have obviously done yours, I think
we should teach you some manners. Lets see what we have to work with."
I was dragged around the room, still wearing my wet panties and skirt. He
hadn't even allow me the opportunity to dry my legs off.
There were two closets of clothes. Clothes in leather and other materials
were found in both. The clothes in the ladies closet ran from somewhat
austere to the sort of flamboyant stuff only a shameless lady of the night
would wear.
Behind the door of one cupboard was an assortment of paddles, whips and other
odd looking things I had never soon the likes of before. We found all kinds
of ropes, clamps, harnesses made out of metal, rubber and leather in drawers
and other places. There were straps, rings and hooks fastened to the walls.
Included in our findings were also all the toiletries we would ever need.
"Hmm. This place seems sensibly equipped", commented the man to himself.
"OK, we'll get started. You can call me Sir for now", he said.
"I will not", I answered indigently.
"We will see about that woman. Come to think about it only a slut would pee
on a man's shoes. I will call you Slut and you will answer. Do you
understand?"
"Fuck off", I exclaimed, shocking myself as I had never spoken those word
before in my entire life.
SLAP!
I was struck across the face again by his hand. This time it was harder and
it hurt.
"You don't say a word unless I request it. And just so you know this is what
you get each time you forget that."
And he slapped my face again. My cheek was sore and I was crying again.
"And I hate wimpy sluts who cry so you will stop now or get more reminders."
I stopped sobbing as best I could wondering what was going on here. I though
of hollering for help but was too frightened of getting hit again that I
didn't.
"Since you are a slut you need to look like as slut. Take off your skirt."
"I will n..."
SLAP!
"Do as I order quickly."
I undid the zip at the side of my skirt with my free hand and let the wet
cloth drop to the floor. I stepped out of it. He examined my exposed body
like someone inspecting a piece of meat at the supermarket.
I was standing in my underpants and kneehigh stockings.
"The body is quite nice now that I can some of it. Your underwear looks like
it was rejected by the old matrons home and will have to come off too. Right
now slut."
I hesitated and received another slap.
I pushed the wet underwear down my legs trying to hide my privates at the
same time. I don't even let Dean see me this way in the light.
"That's better. Now those ugly leg coverings."
I removed my shoes and stockings with some difficulty since my other hand was
not available to me. He had commandeered it as companion to his hand which
he did with what he liked. The handcuff was beginning to hurt on my wrist.
"That's a nice bottom you got there. I think we should try it out. A little
something for ruining a good pair of shoes.'
With those words he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled me over his lap
and walloped me with his hand.
I was struck dumb at first then the pain came.
"OOOWWWCH", I screamed.
"I'm glad you like it."
After about a dozen hand spanks, he stopped and rubbed my bottom. It felt
raw and his hand felt good and soothing.
"I'm going to give you a few more, and I want you to say 'Thank-you Sir'
after each one. If you don't you'll get ten more for each one I'm not
thanked for."
I screamed when the next one landed on my bum. It was hard. After three
more he said that's forty more to come already.
"Thank-you sir', I mumbled.
"I can't hear you."
SLAP!
"That's fifty."
"THANK-YOU SIR", I shouted.
"Good, that's only forty-nine now."
He spanked me the whole forty-nine more times.
I screamed and shouted and weeped, "THANK-YOU SIR", after each one.
My bum was aching after the last spank. I couldn't understand why anyone
didn't come running to see what the noise was about with all my screaming. I
realized then that the room must be sound-proofed.
"That was fun wasn't it?"
"I can't hear you slut speak up."
"Yes Sir", I answered rebelliously, feeling violated.
"I can tell that we have a lot of work to do tonight. I get the impression
that you tend to have your own way. I bet you never display your body for
your man or suck his cock or do anything he wants, do you slut?"
I was about to get another cheek slapped when I quickly answered, "No Sir."
"Dammn these bracelets", he swore, "Where is that fucking key?"
Chapter 9 - Karen's Story - Journey into Dark
He searched the room again with me in tow. The key was not found. He did
find another set of bracelets with a key, which did not fit our bracelets,
and a leather whip which he took with us. He led me to a wall with eye bolts
sticking out of it. He took my free hand and fastened it to a ring just
above my head.
"You've felt the pain of flesh against flesh", he said, "Now you'll
experience something a bit different. This is to help remove some of that
rebelliousness from you so that you'll learn to treat your man right."
With those words he picked up the whip and struck my legs with it. It stung
a bit but the sensation was almost pleasurable.
"I need to hear those thank-you's, and you're already up to ten lashes."
He got two more lashes in. The last one stung a fair bit against my thigh.
He was hampered by being attached to my other hand in his application of the
leather strands.
"Thank-you Sir", I started to shout as the whip struck.
It was on the nineteenth lash that the business end of the whip separated
from the handle. I heard the sound of metal falling on the hardwood floor at
the same time. It was the key.
"Thank-goodness", I thought, "Now we can undo and get this foolishness
finished with."
He picked up the key and undid the bracelet from his wrist. He re-attached
the freed part of the bracelet again to another ring on the wall, pulling my
arm with it. I was turned facing the wall with my arms spread out and
fastened above my head.
"That's a lot better. I can do a proper job now. You'll have to shout
louder as I may not be able to hear you facing the wall."
The twentieth stroke really stung. I screamed out my thank-you as I did for
the next ten. I was exhausted and covered with sweat. My legs and buttocks
were smarting from the whip lashes. My skin felt exhilarated. I was too
worn out to feel afraid anymore.
I was almost ready to do anything this man asked, almost.
"That's better. I think that it's time for me to see all of your body", he
said as he grabbed the back of my blouse at the top and ripped it down my
back.
He undid one of the handcuffs and swung me around to face him. He tore the
rest of the blouse material from my body. I was naked except for my bra
which he preceded to cut off with a knife he had found.
"Magnificent. It's a shame that they belong to such a slut", he intoned
staring at my breasts. "I think that they need some attention too."
I tried to cover my bosom with my free hand, but he grabbed the wrist and
attached the cuff to a loop hanging from a chin in the middle of the floor.
He must have lowered it while my front was to the wall as I didn't recall
seeing it before.
He undid the other hand from the wall and attached it to the hanging ring as
well. He then pulled the chain up until I was almost standing on my tip
toes.
"That's good. Now I can access all of you."
"No don't", I cried out.
"I guess I'll just have to shut you up"
He took a gag with a short plug attached to it. He stuffed the plug into my
mouth and fastened the strap around the back of my head. I could taste the
leather of the plug.
"No you can be kept quiet."
He took the whip and ran the leather fronds over my nipples. They grew hard
with the sensation. I was squirming with anticipation.
He began with soft strokes. First on my back. Then back to my bum and
thighs. And on to my stomach. Up to my breasts and over to my shoulders. I
was moaning softly with the pleasure sensations as the whip tantalized my
skin.
Then the lashes came harder. I tried to yell. All that came out was a
muffled groan. He lashed the whip into my crotch. The pleasure/pain fusion
sizzled every nerve in my body. Stinging slashes fell across my back, down
my legs, and onto my breasts. My nipples were raw with sensations. Each
stroke brought new stinging pain. I tried to squirm my body about to avoid
the lashes.
All the time he was talking about my obedience to him. It must be
unquestionable. It must be immediate. I was to belong to him. He was my
absolute master right now. Every man I would be with from now on would be my
absolute master. And every term and consideration was accentuated by another
crack of the whip on my naked body.
My breast were crisscrossed with red welts. That was all I could see. My
skin was on fire all over as the whip cracked again and again.
Suddenly he stopped. I was weak and just hung there suspended by my arms
from the ring. He lowered the chain and I collapsed to the floor. He
removed one of the bracelets completely and attached the other one to both
hands behind my back. He attached another set connected with an eight inch
chain to my ankles. I was pulled to my feet and told to stand.
I did as I was told. He began to caress my body. His hand felt wonderful
after the whipping. Soon he was fondling my breasts and squeezing my
nipples. I felt a moistness develop between my legs. I was becoming turned
on.
His hand reach for my bum and I felt his fingers fondle my anus. The other
hand reached between my legs and explored my sex. I had never let anyone do
this before and it felt wonderful. I was confused between the guilt of
allowing my body to provide so much pleasure and the enjoyment of that
pleasure.
I was just about to experience a climatic sensation. I knew it was an
orgasm. I had not allowed myself ever to have one before but now was the
time. Just as it was about to reach climax, he stopped and slapped my face.
"I didn't say you could come, did I?"
All I could do is shake my head. I was so turned on and I wanted to climax.
He ordered me to stand still where I was while he went to the closet to
change into something more appropriate. I was ordered to close my eyes as it
was forbidden to view him naked unless he desired it.
He came back wearing a leather harness outfit which exposed his chest and
arms. The pants were tight and not unlike our hosts.
"I want you to climb into the bath and wash now. Then we will have a
slanguage lesson."
He undid the handcuffs and led me to the sunken bath. SInce the ankle
shackles were still fastened, I could only take very small steps. I
awkwardly climbed into the tub, filled it with water and washed.
My mouth was getting dry with the gag still in place. I tried to remove it
and was rewarded by a lash from the whip across my back.
"I don't recall giving you permission to remove that", he admonished. "Now
come out of the water and dry off."
Chapter 10 - Karen's Story - The Language Lesson
I dried off. The gag was removed and I was allowed to pour myself a soft
drink.
"Now you will learn how to speak like a slut", he said reattaching my hands
to the ring above my head. "I will instruct you and you will repeat the
words as I point out the parts of your body."
He was still holding whip. First he prodded my breasts.
"What do you call these?"
"Breasts."
"Wrong. A slut calls them her boobs. Say it!"
I hesitated and he applied the whip with a stinging slash to my breast.
He raise the whip again, as I whispered, "Boobs."
"Louder slut, I want you to yell like you want the whole world to hear what
you call yourself."
The whip descended, I shouted, "BOOBS."
"That's better. Now what's this?"
He prodded my nipple.
"Nipple."
"Tits. Shout it", he demanded.
"TITS."
He moved down my body and prodded other parts. I learned 'pussy', 'cunt',
clit', 'slit', twat', and 'ass' with only two more whippings. I felt real
cheap.
"You're doing fine. Now tell me what you do with your cunt."
"I don't know what you mean", I sobbed.
"You FUCK!", he shouted, "Say it."
"Fuck."
"And with your mouth you suck. Now tell me what you would like me to do with
your pussy slut."
"Fuck my pussy."
"Louder."
"FUCK MY PUSSY."
"Good. And what would like to suck."
"Your penis?"
"COCK SLUT, COCK, PRICK, DICK, YELL IT!"
"I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK SIR."
"Ah good you remembered to address me correctly. And as a reward I will let
you, as soon as you learn some more words."
He undid his belt and dropped his pants. He stepped out of his shoes and
pants. He stood naked from the waist down before me. His cock hung down. It
was long and thick. I learned 'balls', 'shaft', 'head', and cum.
I was lowered and told to kneel on my knees. My hands were still fastened
above my head. He moved in front of my face. I could smell the musky odor
of his crotch.
"Open your cock sucking mouth slut," he commanded, pressing his flaccid cock
to my face.
Again I hesitated. The whip hit my shoulders with a crack.
I opened my mouth and let the tip of his prick enter. It tasted slightly
salty. His cock began to stiffen. I felt him press it into my mouth as it
grew harder. I almost choked on it.
"Run you tongue around the head and underneath. Suck on my cock slut and
make me cum."
I did as I was told. He began to thrust his hard cock in and out of my mouth.
I gaged and almost threw up. Suddenly I felt him stiffen and convulse. My
mouth was filed with yukky, sticky cum. It was horrible.
He held my head so I couldn't remove his cock.
"Swallow it", he ordered.
I half choked again as the slimy cum slid down my throat.
"Hmm. First time eh? Well after a while you'll get to like it. You may
even crave it. Not that it matters since servicing your master is most
important to you even if you don't like it. Isn't that right slut."
"Yes Sir."
"Now thank me for what I allowed you to do, properly."
"Thank-you Sir for allowing my to suck your cock and for giving me your cum."
"That's not bad. Now you need to learn more about your body."
Chapter 11 - Karen's Story - Learning Myself
A collar was attached around my neck and attached to the chain hanging from
the ceiling. The chain was raised so that I had to stand up to avoid choking
myself. He then undid my hands completely.
"Now play with your tits."
With the ever present whip waiting for another chance to strike, I began to
massage my tits with my fingers. It felt good. I rubbed the nubs around and
fondled them. I was tingling all over.
"Now feel you body all over. Do not touch between you legs."
I ran my hand all over my body as far as I could reach. I couldn't bend over
to reach much of my legs. This also felt real good and I found myself back
fondling my tits and boobs.
"Hmm. You like that don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. However, you will only play with your body a special treat when you
have been especially obedient and only when commanded to. Do you understand
slut?"
"Yes Sir."
"Fine. You may now feel the rest of your legs", he commanded as he lowered
the chain holding my collar a couple of feet.
I ran my hand up and down my legs. I was alive with sensation all over my
skin.
"Now finger your ass."
I reached behind myself and pressed my finger to my asshole. More sensation.
"Lick your finger and push it up your ass."
I did as I was told. That felt strange as my finger slid inside my tight
warm asshole. It felt good too.
"Now with your other hand, finger fuck your pussy."
I reached between my legs and felt the wetness. I was very wet. My fingers
slid inside my cunt and around. They found my clit and electrified my body.
I was rubbing my clit without realizing I was doing it. Suddenly my body was
wracked with convulsions as I came for the first time in my life. I fell
exhausted to the floor. Fortunately, the chain had been released while I was
playing.
"Suck your finger to see what you taste like slut."
I licked the finger that had been between my legs and tasted myself. It was
not too different from his cum. I sort of liked it."
I was yanked to my feet.
"One last pleasure before we go to sleep slut", he announced, hanging me by
my wrists from the chain again, "And I want to hear very load thank-you's"
The whip descended upon all parts of my body. harder and harder. I screamed.
"THANK-YOU SIR, THANK-YOU SIR,...."
After what seemed an eternity, he stopped and released me. I was thoroughly
sore, drenched with sweat and totally compliant and probably tamed.
I was then shackled, beside the bed, on the floor, to the bed frame. A quilt
was thrown over me. I concluded that this was my bed for the night. He did
his toilet, climbed onto the bed and turned out the light.
Chapter 12 - Karen's Story - A New Day
I felt like I had just fallen asleep. Even as uncomfortable as I was. Now I
was being prodded awake.
"Slut, its time to get ready. Soon we'll be having breakfast and I want you
to look your best."
My body ached all over. I was released from the bed and all shackles
removed. He was dressed already in black leather carrying a riding crop
instead of his whip.
"I want to be thanked, he said, "for my making sure that you didn't oversleep
breakfast."
My hesitation drew a sharp swat across my bum from the crop.
"Ouch! Thank-you Sir", I added hastily in case I got another strike.
"Now listen carefully as I will give your orders to you only once. Any
deviation will result in punishment slut."
"First go to the toilet do your business. That means shit, piss and wipe.
Then shave your legs, underarms, and pubic hair, wash your hair, bathe your
body and dry off completely. And do it quickly."
I had never used the toilet with anyone else in the room with me. I guess
the level of submission I had reached circumvented any qualms about modesty I
had for I was easily able to piss and poo into the toilet. He didn't watch
me constantly, but glanced at me occasionally to see that I was doing as I
was told. He was rummaging through the drawers and closets and picking our
the odd item.
I finished using the toilet, wiped myself, flushed and climbed into the tub.
On the side of the tub were small scissors, razors, shaving cream, soap,
shampoo, conditioner and towels. I quickly shaved my legs and underarms
which I usually do each morning anyway. I had never considered shaving my
pubic hair.
I picked up he scissors and clipped as much hair as I could from my pussy and
around my ass. After coating my mound and crotch with lather, I carefully
removed the rest of the hair with the razor. Much of what I did was by feel
as I couldn't see everything very well. After rinsing off, I felt very naked
without the hair between my legs.
I then washed my hair and bathed. There was a blow dryer for my hair which I
used after toweling my body dry.
"Very good. You are learning fast. This is what you will do every morning
from now on. Come over to the dressing table and sit down."
On the table in front of me was nail polish, lipstick and other makeup.
There was also perfume, earrings, bracelets and other odds and ends.
"You will first polish your toe and finger nails. After waiting for a
reasonable time for them to dry you will make up completely including eyes
and lips. You will notice that the lipstick matches the nail polish. And
apply an appropriate amount of perfume to all the personal parts of your
body. A slut needs to look and smell good at the same time. "
I, of course knew how to apply all the makeup in front of me. I usually
didn't use any. I did my toenails first then the finger nails. Carefully,
while the fingernail were drying I applied the lipstick and other make-up. I
also did my hair as instructed.
As I was doing as told I noticed that I was enjoying being domineered. There
was a sense of security coming over me knowing that I only had to do what I
was told and that there were no decisions needed to be made by myself.
As I was just finishing applying the perfume, the announcement that breakfast
was in half an hour came over some kind of intercom.
I was led to the bed and laid out on the bed was the clothes I was to wear.
A short leather mini-skit. A corset top. Black garterbelt and stockings,
and pair of very high heeled shoes. I noticed that there was no bra or
panties.
"First the top", he said picking up the corset.
He wrapped me in it. My boobs were pushed up with the tits just barely
covered. He pulled that lacing in the back tight. It felt wonderfully
confining. I could barely breathe.
"Now put on the garterbelt, stockings and skirt", he commanded.
I did as I was told followed by the shoes.
Back at the dressing table, he placed a studded dog collar like choker around
my neck. He also had me put on the bracelets and earrings.
"You look about ready now. But first I want you to learn how to walk", he
announced.
"You will always walk three paces behind your Master with your eyes downcast
and submissive. Try it."
I walked across the room as instructed. I stopped at the full length mirror
not recognizing the ravishing, cheap, whore like slut looking back at me. My
inside thrilled at the realization that that was me now. I was instantly
turned on. I felt my pussy turn wet and drip down my thigh a bit. He called
my attention back to him.
Then he had me walk with him in front.
"That is good. At the table, you will always pull the chair out for your
master and ensure that he is seated completely. You will sit only when he
commands. You will sit submissively with your eyes facing down to the table.
You will eat and stop eating when commanded. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. When we are in public, I will command you to proceed with a nod of my
head. You will stop when I shake it. If you fail to notice any command or
not obey it, you will receive punishment. A good performance in public may
be rewarded or not."
A knock on the door was followed by the butler. "Please follow me to
breakfast."
He followed the butler and I followed him respectfully at three paces looking
down. I saw the table when we reached the top of the stair. Dean was
already seated and from the joyous glow on his and the redhead's faces, they
looked like they had had a good time. I was suddenly very embarrassed and
almost broke my brief training.
My Master must have realized it as he paused briefly and the crop in his hand
twitched.
We continued down the stair. I was totally humiliated and totally in his
control. He paused at his chair and nodded. I pulled the chair out for him,
let him sit and assisted in pushing it in again. I waited beside my chair.
He nodded slightly and I sat down and waited.
Our hosts arrived, said some brief words breakfast was served. I ate when
allowed to and stopped when I saw his head shake.
After breakfast I stood first, assisted him with his chair and followed three
paces behind, as we went to the library as instructed.
Chapter 13 - Karen's Story - A New Role
The couples who were still cuffed together were led away to their rooms to
continue to find their experience. They were told that dinner was at six
this evening and that they would be attending. They were also told that a
light snack was already placed in the room should they need to eat before
dinner.
Once they had left, the rest of us was told that it was normal for about half
the couples to not find their key on the first night. Very rarely did they
not find their key by Sunday morning.
We were told that the day was ours to do as we pleased but only with our new
found partner. We were instructed not to talk to any other couple or person.
Lunch was to be at noon with attendance optional. Dinner at six was a must
attend. Access to our rooms was available any time we wished. It was only
at night that we would not be allowed to come and go.
Since I was being controlled, I didn't have to worry about how to spend the
day. It wasn't my concern.
Dean and the redhead ran from the room hand in hand giggling like a couple of
highschool lovers.
We stayed after everyone else had left.
"Well slut, you did fine. By the end of this weekend you will be the pride
and joy of your own man like you never have been before. Just so you
understand, I enjoy sex with both men and woman. But I prefer my men
partners to be docile sex peons, and I now know that I enjoy a woman as a
docile sex slut as well. How do like being a submissive slut?"
"I like it very much Sir."
"Good. I plan to relax for most of the day, maybe with a book, maybe watch
some TV, I don't know yet. When I haven't given you a specific instruction,
you will sit at my feet waiting for instructions if I'm sitting, or stand
three paces behind me, if possible, when I'm standing. If you have to
relieve yourself, you will first ask for forgiveness for interrupting me, and
plead for permission to go to the toilet. This you will do on your knees. I
may or may not give my permission. Any accidents you have will be severely
punished. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir."
He chose a book from the shelf and settled into a comfortable chair. I sat
on the soft carpet before him. As he read, my thoughts wandered to Dean and
his new found hussy. I was jealous wishing it was me he was playing with so
freely. Now maybe he will. I wondered what his day will bring.
Chapter 14 - Dean's Story - Garden of Eden
Sue and I romped out of the library as fast as we could. We both found the
atmosphere in that room kind of stodgy and overbearing with the big
upholstered chairs and row upon row of heavy books.
The day had brought lovely warm sunshine even at this time of the morning.
Out the back of the house we found a series of gardens and a maze.
"Dean, lets see if we can get lost in the maze."
"OK", I replied as we ran towards it.
The entrance was carefully hidden behind a tree but we found it eventually
and quickly become disoriented in he twisting rows of shrubbery. Somehow we
found the centre of the maze. A small courtyard featuring an ornamental
fountain.
Adorning the fountain was a statue of a Greek God peeing into the pool.
"Ooooh, that turns me on", sizzled Sue grabbing me and thrusting her tongue
into my mouth.
Also in the courtyard was large lounger and a bottle of chilled champagne in
an ice bucket with two glasses.
We fell onto the lounger. Sue just about ripped my belt out of my pants.
Somehow I got the pants off and since Sue didn't put any panties on, quickly
got my cock into her steaming cunt.
We fucked again and again.
Eventually spent, we cracked the champagne bottle and relished in the cold
liquid's luxurious effervescence.
Sometime during our screwing, we both managed to become completely undressed.
As we lay beside each other, basking in the warm sunshine, I noticed that
both her nipples had small scars at the base of them.
"What's that from", I asked.
"Oh, well, I used to have rings in my tits. I guess the holes are still
there but they have grown over a bit by now. Harry would have fit at the
thought of anything like that."
And with that thought, Sue sat up, looked at me and asked if we could go back
to our room.
"What on earth for?"
"I noticed some bead rings in one of the drawers. I'd like to wear them for
dinner to night. You'll have to help me put them in though."
We dressed, and found our way out of the maze. Our room had been made up in
our absence and was no longer the chaos we had left it in. Sue examined the
odd looking jewelry in of the drawers and came out with a pair of gold
shallow cone like metal disks sculptured to look like sunbursts with a hole
in the centre. She also had two gold one inch rings with beads in them.
In another drawer she found some needles and selected one which was pointed
with a blunt tip. She also got some antiseptic ointment from the bathroom.
"I'll do the first tit Dean, and show you what needs to be done. You can do
the second one."
Sue rubbed some ointment over her tit and on the needle. She held her right
nipple and pulled it out from her breast exposing the small scars at the base
of the tit. She pressed the blunt needle into the scar and with a little
pressure it slid through the scar and out the other side of her tit. I was
fascinated.
She then took one of the gold sunbursts and slid it over her tit so that the
nipple was protruding through the hole in the centre of the metal plate. She
then opened the bead ring and passed it through the hole in the base of her
tit and fastened it up again. The ring was now holding the sunburst onto her
tit. Her new jewelry looked very pretty.
"OK now you do the left one."
I applied the ointment as I watched Sue do it. I pulled her tit out with my
fingers and found the small scar. I was very reluctant to push the needle
through it but Sue encouraged me. The needled entered her tit with a bit of
a pop and out the other side. Sue jumped slightly when the needle went
through.
I placed the sunburst over her tit and slid the bead ring through the hole.
I tried to be a gentle as I could and was somewhat timid during the whole
process.
Sue said that I did fine. She looked good with her newly decorated boobs.
She said that some of the girls she knew had piercings elsewhere on their
bodies in some of the more erotic places. And she also know some of the boys
who wore special jewelry too.
We lay down on the bed after Sue's re-piercing. I don't know if it was due
to the sexercise we had or the lack of sleep but the next thing either of us
realized was the intercom announcing that dinner was in one hour. We had
slept away most of the day.
Sue found a vinyl look black halter top which went around her neck, down her
front between and under her breasts and around her back. Her breasts were
supported but not covered, showing off her nipple adornments. Her tummy was
also bare. She then put on a pair of shiny vinyl pants that were so tight I
could see her pussy slit clearly as the pant crotch molded itself to her.
After applying makeup and slipping into a pair of patent leather high heels,
she looked extremely wicked.
I was very turned on at he sight of her.
"You're going to down to dinner like that", I asked?
"Sure. Why do think its not appropriate."
"Around here, I'd say that just about anything is appropriate."
As usual, Jeeves, came to collect us. Again we were the first.
"Its too bad we weren't last this time", I whispered, "I'd love to see the
look on everyone's face as you descended the stairs."
Sue chuckled.
Harry and his partner arrived next. Although they were still chained
together, they look like they had a least found each other and were sort of
being cozy and holding hands. Harry stopped dead in his tracks when her saw
his wife's brazenly adorned and exposed breasts. He started to say something
when his partner gave him a quick kiss on the mouth and led him to his chair.
The next couple were smiling and giggling still. They were enjoying
themselves.
Karen and her partner came from the direction of the library. They were
still dressed as they were for breakfast. Karen was totally subservient to
her partner as in the morning. She either didn't see Sue's display or was
beyond reacting.
The next couple still had the bracelets attached. Although they didn't seem
to have found each other much, they appeared to have accepted the situation
from an academic aspect and were talking to each other now.
Finally the nurse and the baby girl came down. He was dressed in his sleeper
and had a pacifier in his mouth. He was being mothered by his nurse who was
wearing a nursing blouse and probably a nursing bra also. These garments
opened to allow the baby to suckle while the mother was still dressed.
Sue was being stared at by all at the table except Karen who kept looking
down at the table. Sue absorbed all the attention gaining great delight from
it.
Our host arrived in due course.
"I see that progress is being made", commented our host, "And I'm delighted
to see the freedom of expression being shown at our table."
His last remark was obviously directed at Karen and the 'baby girl'.
"Eat, drink and be merry my friends", toasted our host after the wine was
poured, "Tonight shall lead to even greater enchantments for some and
discovery for others."
After dinner found us again in the library where we were served after dinner
drinks. One of the 'French Maid" servers caught my eye as she poured my
liqueur. Sue noticed my interest in the young dark haired girl.
Jeeves then led us to our respective rooms. I overheard Sue asking him as we
ascended the stairs if the 'French Maids' were accessible or were they only
part of the decor. Jeeves asked which one she was referring to and added
that one never knows in this place and that one may not get what is expected.
hapter 15 - Dean's Story - The Second Night
As the door clicked closed behind us, I grabbed Sue and enjoyed the taste of
her dark wicked lipstick and the feel of her metal adorned tits against me.
A soft knock on the door caused us to part. The door opened and in stepped
the dark haired maid, only she was no longer outfitted as a 'French Maid'.
"I have come as directed Dean and Sue. I have also come to exercise my
pleasure and to train both of you. Do you accept my presence and are you
both willing to participate in my desires."
We both acknowledged in the affirmative with no reservations as everything
had been absolutely pleasurable up to now. I had no reason to believe that
tonight would be any different, but I suspect that Sue knew better.
"Good. My name is Mistress Stella. I am a dominatrix and trainer. You will
both learn the roles of superior and submissive. Dean will learn to
understand an alternative role."
Mistress Stella was dressed in black leather with red and gold trim. From
the black stiletto shoes, stockings, mini-skirt and corsetted top, she
displayed raw and absolute power. Her make-up and jewelry amplified that
power.
"First Dean, you must understand the meaning of submission. Without it you
cannot understand the role of the Master. Are you willing to participate
unconditionally?"
I hesitated a bit as I now felt this was a bit different from what I had
expected but answered in the affirmative.
"Good. Strip completely Dean. I want to see you naked."
Sue snickered.
Mistress Stella turned to Sue.
"Behave or be punished. Fetch me that contents of that last drawer over
there."
Sue collected that odd set of leather and metal things found in the drawer.
"Good Sue. Now take those cuffs and place them on Dean's wrists and ankles."
Sue did as she was asked and I suddenly realized that I was effectively
fettered.
"Sue", queried Mistress Stella, "You have applied discipline to a man before,
haven't you?"
"Yes, Mistress Stella."
"Fine. I will lower this beam. fasten his wrists to the beam."
Sue lifted my arms up to the beam which had been lowered by a rope. She
undid the cuffs and refastened my wrists directly to the beam. Mistress
Stella raised the beam until I was almost standing on my tip toes feeling
stretched and uncomfortable.
Then they undid my ankle shackles and reattached my ankles to the ends of a
bar about 3 feet long. Now I was very uncomfortable as most of my weight was
suspend from the bream by my wrists. I started to complain.
"Shut him up Sue."
Sue stuffed the stumpy protrusion of a gag in my mouth and fastened the gag
securely behind my head.
"Since this is obviously his first time. I think he should not see or hear
either", added Mistress Stella placing a hood over my head effectively
muffling the sounds and leaving me in blackness.
I felt that I had been hanging for hours as I quickly lost track of any time.
I felt hands running over my body. My cock was pulled, my balls squeezed and
my ass poked. Suddenly, I felt an excruciating pain in my nipples.
Something had been clamped to them.
I tried to cry out but all that sounded was a muffled groan. Then my ass was
slapped. Then it was slapped again, harder.
I forgot about my tits as my ass was stinging. Then a lash was laid across
my legs. My back was also made to feel like it was on fire. Then my arms,
stomach and cock were whipped. I felt like my skin was cut all over. I
tried to struggle with no result.
The blows crisscrossed my body. I realized I had a raging hard on and was
moving into a area of sensation previously unknown to me.
After what seemed like an eternity of stinging pain, the lashes stopped. My
eyes dazzled by the light as the hood was removed. Slowly I saw the red
welts over my body as my vision clear. I was drenched in sweat.
I felt exhausted. I also felt exhilarated. The girls removed the clamps
from my tits.
"He looks very pretty with his new decorations, don't you think Sue."
"Hmm. Yes he does. Look at that hard cock."
"Ok, Dean. I am going to ask you some questions. Since you can't speak, nod
your head for yes and shake it for no", instructed Mistress Stella.
"First Sue and I want to know if you will do what ever we ask of you without
question on your part?"
I shook my head. I didn't want any more painful surprises.
"Wrong answer!"
And whips appeared in the girls hands. My body was again lashed.
"This is what you will get until we are satisfied with your answers. I will
ask again, do we have your unconstrained obedience?"
I knew that if I didn't agree, I would be kept in pain until I did. I nodded
my head.
The whipping stopped. The gag was removed from my mouth. I asked for drink
as my mouth was very dry.
I was given a lash with the whip.
"You will not speak until spoken to. You will ask for nothing unless it is
to provide Sue and myself with pleasure. You will answer Sue and myself when
spoken to and address us a Mistress Stella and Mistress Sue. Do you
understand?"
"Y y es", I managed to croak out.
Sue had changed while I was sightless. She now wore and outfit similar to
Mistress Stella's. She appeared lustful, powerful and wicked.
A metal collar was locked around my neck and a leash attached. Then I was
lowered and disconnected from the beam. My legs were freed up also.
"Down on your knees slave", ordered Mistress Stella, "Kiss and pay homage to
your lovely Mistress Sue's feet."
I was about to refuse. I changed my mind and fell quickly to the floor as I
felt a sting across my butt.
Sue's pretty feet were encased in stiletto heeled open toed black shoes. I
kissed her toes and shoes. I was ordered to lick her shoes until they shone.
This I found both humiliating and enjoyable at the same time.
"Slave, get us some drinks", demanded Mistress Sue.
I had been commanded never to be higher than they were so I was to move about
on my knees when they stood and crawl when they were seated. The
ever-present whips were a constant reminder to obey, without question, their
instructions.
Balancing their drinks while moving on my hands and knees took some getting
used to. After serving the drinks I was instructed to move on my hands and
knees to the centre of the room. Mistress Stella came over to me with some
kind of plug in her hand. Attached to the plug was a long hank of hair.
The plug was lubricated and inserted into my ass. I was given a tail.
"Not the best specimen of a horse, eh Sue, but he'll have to do."
Mistress Stella demonstrated to Sue on how to use me as a riding horse for
getting around the room. She rode on my back as I crawled about on all
fours, an occasional smack with a riding crop to remind me of my station. My
back protested as it was still very sore from the whipping it had received.
When it was Sue's turn, she had to learn how to balance. When she fell off,
I was hit with the crop to remind me to move more graceful and not throw my
rider. Bowls were placed on the floor in which a drink and some snacks were
placed. I was to eat like a horse and not use my front 'hooves'.
After feeding, I was led to the bath tub, where I climbed in and was allowed
to relieve myself, still in a horse like pose. Fortunately I only had to
pee.
The girls were laughing and making jokes about me the whole time.
"He sure isn't hung like a horse, hah hah hah."
I was tied to the bed post and told that horses sleep on the floor. The
girls climbed bed into the bed. I listened to them make love to each other
for hours.
When I awoke it was to the breakfast announcement. Only this time it was to
be in an hour. Sue climbed off the bed, undid me from the leash and gave me
a big kiss. Mistress Stella was gone.
"Well, Dean, did you enjoy that little game?"
My body hurt. I was stiff and cold from being on the floor.
"I think I did", I replied, "Being subdued, humiliated and abused by two
gorgeous women was all right. I don't know if I would want to do it again
soon though."
Sue smiled and had me climb onto the bed where she rubbed some soothing oils
on my raw skin. Then she massaged my muscles and sent me for a bath and to
get ready for breakfast.
Chapter 16 - Dean's Story - It A New Dawn
Sue and I went down for breakfast dressed much as we had the previous
morning. We were much more awake have at least got some sleep during the
night. I was still sore from the beatings and sleeping on the floor. I held
Sue's hand and realized that a much different kind of bond had been
established between the two of us than during the previous night.
Harry and his partner arrived next. Their cuffs were now gone and they had
obviously been screwing for much of the night.
The next couple were still continuing their pleasures developed previously.
They were dressed, like male and female sex predators, as the only way I can
describe it.
Mr. Handlebar Mustache led Karen to the table. Still subdued, Karen was
dressed like man dressed sort of like a woman. She was wearing a very high
pair of high heeled shoes, a pair of light leather pants with no seat in
them. Her bare ass was visible to all showing red where she had obvious been
paddled.
A bulge in her front suggested a cock of sorts. She wore a leather shirt
done up to the neck. Heavy gold chains and bracelets. Her hair was tied
back in a severe pony tail. And her make-up was also very severe such as man
may wear to cover his beard.
The 'academic couple' came down next. What a change! They could not keep
their hands and eyes off each other. The bracelets were gone. Obviously
they had found each other.
Finally the baby girl and her nurse arrived. He was wearing just a diaper
and rubber pants this time. There was large high chair at the table now.
The baby was placed in it and a bib placed around 'her' neck.
The arrival of our hosts signaled the start of breakfast. We then retired to
the library where we were given similar instructions as yesterday.
Sue turned to me.
"Lets go back to our room and get ready for dinner."
"What! We've just finished breakfast. What are you talking about, Sue?"
She turned those pretty green eyes on me and suddenly I didn't care what we
did and followed her back to our room like a lost puppy dog.
Chapter 17 - Dean's Story - Getting Ready for Dinner
Mistress Stella was waiting in our room for us when we arrived. She closed
the door and I heard it lock. What was happening now?
"Dean, since you may have noticed Mistress Stella and myself enjoying each
other last night, we though that as part of your new experiences that you
should become a woman like us. This way you will come to understand us
better and have some different kind of fun at the same time. Now we have
decided that you don't have any choice. You can be womanized willingly or
unwillingly. Which do you choose?"
My stomach jumped. I had never thought of anything like this before. My
cock got hard at the thought
"I think its going to be willingly", said Mistress Stella, pointing to the
bulge in my pants.
"Oh drat', countered Sue good naturedly, "I was looking forward to beating
him some more."
"Oh, maybe we will do that anyway", said Mistress Stella, "Just to get things
off to a good start.
I was stripped naked and tied up to the rings from the ceiling again. Both
the girls took turns at whipping me until I screamed for them to stop. I was
sore all over again and exhausted. My body was crisscrossed with angry red
welts.
"Now he'll be really willing to receive some gentle feminine attention and
softness," commented Mistress Stella, "Take him down and over to the bath tub
Sue,"
I was led to the bath tub and rubbed down with a soothing lotion. Oh it felt
good. Beside the tubs was a whole pile of ladies toiletries I didn't
recognize.
"First, Dean, we have to going you a ladies name. How about Dianne?"
"Sound good to me Sue, Dianne it is", added Mistress Stella.
"First Dianne we have to get rid of all the awful male hair. Stand up hare
and we'll coat you with hair remover."
I stood beside the tub. The girls put on rubber gloves, took tubes of some
strange smelling stuff called Nair, and rubbed all over my body. My arms,
back, chest, underarms, legs, bum and pubic area were coated with the smelly
stuff.
After about 20 minutes, I was instructed to stand in the shower. They turned
on the water and washed off the Nair along with all my hair. I felt more
naked than ever.
I looked in the mirror and gone was my male body sort of.
Next I was instructed to shave my face very very closely.
"His hair isn't very long", commented Sue looking at the only hair I had left
on my head, "Shall we make do or have him wear a wig?"
"I think a wig will be best."
I was then ordered to use the toilet and have another shower. I was to be
very very clean they said. A girl is most particular about how she takes
care of her body.
After drying off, I got my first lesson, nail care. My toe and finger nails
were pedicured and manicured. Beautiful red nail polish was applied to my
toes. Artificial nails were applied to my fingers and painted the same shade
of red. It was awkward using my hands with half inch protruding finger
nails.
Before the make-up lesson, I was to dress in my underwear.
"We can't dress him properly with that!", explained Sue, pointing to my still
ridged cock.
Sue went down on her knees and sucked me off three time to make sure I was
properly finished and wouldn't get hard again for a while.
The first garment I put on was a pair of heavy elasticized form control
panties.
"They are to keep your residual man-hood under control," said Mistress
Stella. "No respectable woman would be caught dead wearing those things but
right now you have no choice."
My cock was tightly pressed into my crotch and hardly showed at all.
Next I was fitted into a corset. The laces were pulled tight enough to just
about hurt. I had a female waist and my chest pushup into smallish breasts.
"I guess we'll have to use a padded bra or something too", said Sue.
I was instructed to put on stockings and attached them to the garters from
the corset. I then put on satin slippers to protect my stocking feet.
"Now we are ready to put on your make-up, Dianne."
The girls instructed and demonstrated on how to apply basic make-up, eye
make-up and lipstick. It took a long time. We had to remove and re-apply
everything several times until I got it right.
Finally they were satisfied. I looked in the mirror and a strange female
looked back. Mistress Stella has selected a black wig for me. She showed me
how to put it on and arrange the hair properly. Now a really didn't know the
person the in the mirror.
I was fitted with a set of false boobs and a low-cut up lifting bra. I could
not believe how tight everything was. It was very confining and erotic and
at the same time.
Next the shoes. Sue picked a pair of black four inch heeled pumps for me to
wear. I had to learn to stand and walk. My feet hurt. I lost my balance
and almost fell.
Eventually they were sort of satisfied with my walk.
"It will have to do for now. Its getting late and dinner will be soon." said
Mistress Stella, "Sue, pick out a nice gown for our lady."
I was attired in a dark red and black evening gown. The woman who I saw in
the mirror was not a raving beauty by any means, but was at least quite
attractive. And it was me.
I suddenly noticed that Sue and I were alone. Sue had gotten dressed in
similar evening wear and was now slipping earrings on my ears and a ring on
my finger. She then added a jeweled necklace. The final effect was quite
stunning. I was getting aroused but my cock could not respond, constrained
as it was.
As a final touch, Sue applied a very exotic smelling perfume to my neck and
wrists.
The dinner announcement came. Sue took my hand and helped me down the
stairs. Very slowly. Jeeves waited patiently.
After we were seated the rest of the guests arrived as usual. By now
everyone was into something or other and the parade was as varied as it had
been in the past.
Karen was led down wearing a gold collar and a chain leash held by her
Master. She was stark naked and hairless. Slight red marks showed all over
her body where she had been whipped. She look lovely.
I noticed the looks I received from the other diners. There was complete
acceptance at what they saw. Several of them were obviously attracted to my
new womanhood, especially Mr. Handlebar Mustache.
Harry was dressed only in ladies underwear. Sue whispered to me, "Hmm, I
think that Harry and I will be having a lot more fun from now on."
Our hosts arrived in due course.
"I see that all have progressed nicely", announced our hostess, "Tonight is
the last you will have to explore with your new partner, so make the most of
it after this our final dinner together."
Chapter 18 - Dean's Story - The Last Night
Sue slowly helped back up the stairs after dinner. This time we left
directly from the table. All eyes, except Karen's, watched us closely.
As the door to our room closed behind us, Sue swung me around, and pressed
her mouth to mine. I was instantly aroused as her tongue penetrated me. My
cock strained, inside the binding panties, to arousal without success.
"Well, my lovely lady", instructed Sue as our lips finally parted, "Come over
the bed and I'll teach you how a woman makes love to a woman."
She laid out a pretty shear negligee on the bed for me to change into. But I
was to remove only my gown and shoes. Sue helped undo the zipper in the back
of the evening dress. Removing my shoes brought about an incredible feeling
of pleasure as my feet were released.
I slipped on the negligee and felt the cool smooth fabric tantalize my skin.
I then helped Sue off with her dress and she slipped on another alluring
nightie.
We climbed in bed and snuggled against each other with my 'boobs' getting in
the way.
For the next while I was shown the art of delicately feminine kissing,
feeling and caressing Sue's body. Soon my face was between her legs with my
tongue gently probing her moist pussy. A moan of pleasure erupted from her
as I tongued and nibbled on her love button.
Some-how, during our play we managed to become naked again. As my cock was
finally freed, it sprang to attention and very quickly was slipped inside
Sue's cunt.
Gone was Dianne. Dean was back, fucking this beautiful redhead for all he
was worth.
Chapter 19 - Dean's Story - The Final Lesson
The next thing either of us remembered was being shaken awake. Standing over
the bed was Mistress Stella dominantly dressed as before.
"Wake up both of you, we haven't finished yet. Dean, you have to experience
being a Master before the night is over."
What next. I was tired and wanted to sleep. The bed covers were pulled back
and a felt the crack of the whip on my back.
I was wide awake again.
"I don't recall giving you a choice, Dean, did I."
"No, Mistress Stella," I replied.
"Right. Sue, get up and go over the wall with the fasteners on it, now.
Face the wall."
Sue climbed out of bed and went over the wall.
I was instructed to fasten her to the wall. Sue was spread facing the wall
with her arms apart and above her head. Her feet were also fastened and
spread apart. Sue could only hear us now.
"First a Master has be properly attired", said Mistress Stella.
"The attire expresses power and dominance if done right. This power is for
both the Master and the Slave's benefit."
I was outfitted in black elevator heeled leather boots, black leather chaps
with an open front and bum, and a leather strap harness across my back and
chest.
A set of studded arm bands was slipped over each biceps
To cover my open crotch area, snap fastened pouch was attached to the chaps.
Next I was shown the various tool of the disciplinarian. Mistress explained
the various whips, paddles, clamps and other toys which may be used to teach
a slave.
"The purpose of the Slave's training is two fold. First it is to provide
enjoyment for the Master. Second it to ensure complete obedience from the
Slave", continued Mistress Stella.
"It is very important, however, to remember that whatever you do must be
within the physical limitations of the Salve and that no permanent damage to
that person will result from for actions. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do Mistress Stella."
"As a Master, you are entitled to call me Stella."
"Before we start we will protect our Slave's face with this hood. Please
place it over her head."
"Now take the whip and follow my lead."
Stella took her whip and began by rubbing the strands over Sue's body. Sue's
skin twitched under the whips touch.
I did the same with my whip.
"Disciplining your Slave does not necessarily have to be pleasurable for the
Salve, but it has to be pleasurable for the Master."
Stella stated to whip Sues back lightly. We alternated the stroked across
her bare skin.
I increases the power of my strokes to match Stella's.
We whipped Sues's arms, legs and bum as well. Stella showed my hoe=w to
swipe the strands of the whip into the pace where Sue's legs cam together.
We were whipping Sue quite hard by now. Her body jumped on the especially
hard ones and there was yelp when the pain hurt a bit more than usual. Nice
red welts were appearing on Sue's back and legs.
Her skin was getting wet with sweat.
Finally Sue asked us to stop. I felt that we had beat her harder than they
had been beating me and I know how much that hurt.
We untied Sue from the wall and moved her to the rings in the centre of the
room.
"Now we will ask the Salve for her obedience to you. Dean when you ask Sue a
question, you have to let her know what answer you want. It is not a
satisfactory answer, than you must apply discipline. Discipline must be
applied for even a minor infraction of behavior to properly taring your
Slave. Now to get Sue in the proper frame of mind, it is sometimes a good
idea to provide some kind of constant painful reminder."
At this point Stella, found a pair clamp like devices and clamped them
carefully to Sues tits avoiding her tit rings which she was still wearing.
Sue uttered an exclamation of pain when each nipple was clamped.
"That will add to any discipline you have to apply. And just to inform Sue
of you intentions, tell her what will happen if she fails to please you
appropriately and then demonstrate."
"Well, Slave, I expect you carry our my orders immediately without question.
I will be forced to remind you of your station if you do not," I explained.
"This is what you will get."
And I proceeded to whip Sue again. Only this time it was the front of her
body which received the lashes. She jumped in most pleasing manner when the
whip landed on her already tortured tits.
After a few minutes I stopped and asked if she could hear me.
"Yes", Sue replied.
"I want to hear, 'YES MASTER', from now on, ' I commanded and applied the
whip to Sue's pussy.
"YES MASTER", Sue shouted.
"Very good, Dean", complemented Stella. "Now we must decide on what kind of
behavior we want from Sue and what we want her to do."
I got I wicked idea, or at least I thought so.
"Sue, I want your absolute obedience and immediate carrying out of my orders,
yes."
Sue replied quietly with a sense of stubbornness. "No".
I applied my whip to Sue's back and front and asked her the same question.
She replied the same again and we could tell by her voice that she was crying
from the pain.
"TRy the switch, suggested Stella. Use it only on her bum, but it should
bring her around."
The switch was a thin flexible stick. I lashed it across Sue's now red and
probably sore ass a few times.
This time when I asked the question, Sue replied, "Yes Master".
"Louder."
"YES MASTER".
"Full obedience?"
"YES MASTER."
"Without question?"
"YES MASTER."
"Wet yourself", I commanded.
Stella almost burst out laughing at my command but took control of herself
and responded.
"Good Dean, lets see if she is truly yours."
Sue spread her legs as much as she could and peed onto the floor. The hot
piss splashed onto her legs and feet.
I was very turned on.
I had Stella lower the rings until Sue was kneeling on the floor in her own
piss. I removed her hood. Her face was wet with sweat and tears.
I unsnapped the copy piece like pouch covering my now erect cock.
"Slave, pleasure me with your mouth"
Sue took my cock in her mouth and turned into a fiery hot tool with her lips
and tongue. I shot my cum down her throat.
"Ah, that was pretty good Slave. You will now clean up the mess you made on
the floor."
We released Sue and instructed he to never be higher than either Stella or
myself. She moved on her hands and knees, got a towel and wiped that floor
dry of her pee.
We spent the next few hours being served and served by Slave Sue in every
manner we could think of. She only require two more disciplining sessions
during the night.
Since it was to be our last night, Stella finally released Sue from her
Slavery, bathed and rubber her body with soothing oils and headed for bed.
To my surprise Stella came as well. She was of course gone by the time Sue
and I were awakened by the breakfast warning.
Chapter 20 - Karen's Story - Another Night of Perception
I couldn't believe what I almost couldn't see, having being ordered to keep
my face looking down and all. That redheaded slut brazenly displaying those
grotesque glands with pieces metal stuck in the nipples. What did Dean see
in her, I couldn't imagine. I bet she did't even go to church. Not that
Dean did. He left that up to me.
Now that I think about it some more, maybe I could imagine what he sees in
her.
I was so concerned with not upsetting the man beside me and that female thing
that Dean was with, that I hardly noticed any of the other guests. I suppose
that they were all going weird too.
After dinner we eventually made it back to the room. It was cleaned up but
still looked that same.
"Well Slut, you fared well today. Since you are not worthy of any self
esteem, you will continue to serve me for the evening. Take off all you
clothes and remain nude. This is the way you will be unless I decide
otherwise."
I guess that some of my old rebelliousness had come back over dinner for I
didn't answer and I didn't take may clothes off.
I found myself thrust against the wall again and my arms shackled over my
head.
This time he had some kind of a paddle. My skirt was lifted. He liberally
applied the paddle to my bum until it really hurt. I remembered to cry out
"THANK-YOU" after the third swat.
The pain from the paddling brought tears to my eyes. He released me from the
shackles and I very quickly removed all by clothes without him saying another
word.
I don't remember much more of that evening except that I served him drinks,
sat at his feet, and did everything he asked of me.
I was shown the floor for the night again, and awakened rather early.
Chapter 21 - Karen's Story - A Man's Way
"I get very horny in the mornings Slut. I need to service and be serviced.
I would like a man, but you'll do for now. Go do your toilet."
I went and performed my morning toilet as I had been instructed the previous
morning. When I had finished, there was an odd assortment of clothes and
things lying on the bed.
"You are to be man in drag today. Sit on this chair so I can do your hair
and make-up."
He pulled my hair back into a sever masculine ponytail and fastened it with a
band. Then heavily applied cheap makeup and lipstick to my face said it I
was a man trying to hide a beard.
I then had a rubber cock strapped to my crotch.
He ordered me to put on a leather vest and do it up all the way, to hide my
boobs. Then I put on a pair of leather pants with no bum and a large zipper
in the front.
Finally I put on black high heeled shoes such as a man/woman might wear.
"Well its pretty ugly, but I like it", he said looking at me.
"First we need to loosen you up."
He had me bend over the chair. He rubbed some cold stuff on my anus and
stuck his fingers up. It felt good and hurt at the same time.
After a few minutes of this he took a rubber plug and slowly pushed it up my
ass until it was all the way in. Then he took a belt and strapped the plug
in.
I felt like I had to shit badly. By ass hurt a bit still.
"Keep that there for a while and it will open you up for me later. Now take
down my pants and lick my ass hole. Any hesitation and you know what you'll
get."
I went down on knees. The pressure from the butt plug was almost unbearable.
I undid his belt and slid his pants down. He wasn't wearing any underwear.
I move behind him and he bent over. His ass hole was nestled between the
cheeks of his bum and surrounded by hair. I pressed my face to his bum
crack.
There was a slight musty smell. It was not unpleasant. My tongue reached
out and felt his anus through the hair. He gave a sight moan of pleasure
when my tongue touched him.
Soon I was pressing my tongue to has ass as hard as I could and licking and
poking. The moans of pleasure came louder from him.
"That's enough. Now take that tube and smear some of the lube on your
fingers and on to my asshole."
I did as I was told.
"Now slowly press your fingers inside one at first and then two and then tree
as I loosen up."
I slipped in a finger. It felt warm and tight. I could feel his pulse.
Soon he was loose enough that I got two fingers in, and then three. He was
moaning with pleasure as I moved my fingers in and out. He was quite loose
by now.
"Now rub some lube on your cock and stick it in", he ordered.
I rubbed lube on my rubber cock and pressed it onto his ass hole. It slid in
easily.
"Now pump it in and out and fuck my ass."
I moved back and forth sliding the rubber tool in and out of his ass. After
several minutes of moans and groans form him, he gave a cry of pleasure and I
figured that somehow he had come. His cock was hard with a few drops of
stuff seeping out of the tip.
"Now its my turn my man", he said.
He bent me over the chair again and removed that strap and butt plug. What a
relief.
Next I felt more pressure on my ass and I knew that he was pushing his cock
into me. It hurt and I cried out in pain.
"Hold still, it will feel good soon."
And soon it did. The pain subsided and it started to feel really good. He
pumped in and out of my ass for a few moments and a I felt a shudder from him
as he shot his load in to my aching bum hole.
"Liked that, didn't you", he stated, "Clean-up and zip up you cock."
I wiped my bum and zipped up my pants as the knock came on the door for
breakfast. The timing was such that I began to wonder if we were being spied
upon somehow.
I felt ridiculous following my 'Master', dressed like I was.
Chapter 22 - Karen's Story - And More
After breakfast I discovered that my partner was a man of habit which he
seemed to fall into very quickly. We spent the morning in the library just
as we had the previous day.
About noon, we retired back to our room where I was ordered to strip and
clean-up. He then took a bath himself and I acted as his bath servant,
washing and drying him afterwards.
He had me service his cock orally and help him dress.
Since there was still a few hours before dinner, we continued with my
lessons.
High heeled shoes, walking seductively, proper clothes to accentuate my body,
make-up, and slanguage lessons.
I only required a single prodding of his crop to remind me once.
When the dinner announcement came, I was ordered to disrobe, do my hair and
apply lipstick. He took a golden collar with a chain leash and locked the
collar around my neck.
I started to object to going down for dinner dressed with only a collar but
as I was about to open my mouth, a swat across my rump reminded me of my
place and I shut my mouth without saying a word.
When Jeeves came, I followed behind him as before aware of the eyes that were
seeing my shameful nakedness. I sat as before at the table and bowed my
head.
At first I didn't see Dean. Then with a shock I realized that the woman
across the table was Dean. He looked rather attractive I thought and got
butterflies in my stomach.
On our way back to the room after dinner, my Master stopped for brief moment
on the stair to take to Jeeves. I didn't catch what was said.
Chapter 23 - Karen's Story - Its a Man's World
"Since you have behaved so well my Slut, and since this is our last night, I
thing that both of us should be able to enjoy ourselves, don't you agree?"
"Yes Master."
"Good. Let me remove your collar and then you can get dressed in the sexist
most seductive outfit you can find and make yourself up to be absolutely
unrestistable."
It took me a while to become a seductress again. I enjoyed getting dressed
up this time. I was turned on, and I liked being able to do what my Master
wished so as to please him. This was a totally different me. It was fun.
I just finished when there was a knock on the door. The young man who met us
originally at the front door walked in. He was dressed in black leather's.
"Hi. I am Trev, for your pleasure this evening. What would you like."
"Hello Trev. I wasn't sure what would happen from my asking Jeeves for
another male person. I assume you are bi-sexually oriented."
"You better believe it."
"Well this young lady has been my Slut and Slave for the last few days. She
has learned her lessons well and should be allowed to enjoy some real
pleasure."
Trev came over to me a gave me a kiss on the mouth with both his lips and
tongue. My cunt went from moist to sopping wet seeping down my leg a bit
from my pantiless crotch.
"Hmm. You taste good. Do you fuck good too."
Soon all three of us were on the bed. There seemed to be hands feeling all
over my body and into every private crevice. When I wasn't being kissed by
one I was kissed by the other. Before long my clothes and theirs came off.
Now I had cocks in my mouth, cocks in my cunt, and yes even up my ass. It
was wonderful. At one time I had a cock in my ass and up my pussy at he same
time. I don't know how those two men managed to cum so may times.
We were all covered in cum, perspiration and pussy juice. It was in my hair,
in my mouth, on my face and all over my tits and ass.
I don't remember falling asleep. I was however rudely awakened early again
and told to go clean-up and do my toilet. Then I was ordered to dress
casually, seductively and conservatively at the same time and go over the to
wall.
I was again fastened to the wall but this time is was so that I would watch
what was happening on the bed and not be an intrusion.
I had never seen two men make love before. It was odd to watch them kiss on
the mouth and such each others cock. They licked their asses and sucked on
their small tits.
Finally the screwed each others ass before washing up. Trev left before the
breakfast call. This time we went down stairs side by side.
And I was seated by Dean. He took my hand which I received gratefully
knowing that our relationship would be lot different from now on.
Chapter 24 - Dean's Story - The Leaving
We dressed more conservatively than for the past few meals and were again led
to the table.
This was a change. Our name tags and seating places had been moved around.
I was seated across the table from Sue. She blew me a kiss.
As the others were escorted to the table, we soon found ourselves seated by
our own partners. Karen, sat beside me, still very subdued, dressed casually
with accent to her figure and good looks. I took her hand and felt her hand
accept mine with commitment.
After breakfast we were again moved to the library. Stella and the other
French Maid, the doorman and Jeeves entered. Our host and hostess came in
last and removed their masks.
I was shocked. I was looking at 'Stella' and 'Jeeves'.
Then it occurred to me that they were two sets of twins and that I didn't
know if our Stella was the maid or the hostess. Or maybe a different one
each time.
A quick glance at the other guests showed a similar shocked expression.
Jeeves handed each of us a sealed box about the size of a video cassette
tape.
Our host began.
"I trust that you have all appreciated and maybe even enjoyed your stay with
us this weekend. It is unlikely that any of your will ever see either
ourselves or your temporary partners again. However, you will be going home
with your own partner. Your roles and understanding about yourselves has
changed."
And our hostess continues.
"You now need to understand your partner's change and how you will fit with
them. For this purpose you have been provided with a video taped record of
the experiences your partners has had. We suggest that you view these
together as soon as you can. Thank-you for coming and good-bye."
At that point Jeeves ushered us all out the front door.
The cars were lined up ready to go.
In the back seat of our car were the clothes and our personal belongings that
we came with. The clothes were all mended, cleaned and pressed.
Besides the clothes were two rather bulky bundles. They later turned out to
be the clothes and playthings we had used and were available for us in the
room when we arrived, all of them.
We were still as mystified as ever about our hosts and things, but finding
out who and what no longer seemed to matter.
Karen sat close beside me holding my hand as we turned down the driveway
towards home. We hadn't spoken yet.
I looked forward to our new life.
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