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Sara

Chapter 8

SARA



by: Charles E. Campbell




CHAPTER 8



STACY OPENS UP




(Authors note: It is my intention at this time to introduce some of my characters from my other stories to various other characters in this chapter of Sara. The “visiting”characters will be coming from: CHELSEAS F. N. P. C., SOME CALL IT PLAY, and NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE. These characters will also be relating their experiences with sara, and each other, in the first person, from their perspective, in their original stories at the same time. I will be submitting all of the different chapters at the same time in an attempt to maintain cohesiveness throughout the individual story lines.





I woke up and found the bed empty. my Master had left early, before daybreak, to attend a business conference of some kind on the west coast. He wasnt due back for five days. Slipping out of bed, i stretched, bent and touched my toes a few times, and then took care of my toilet needs. Usual morning routine, headed to the kitchen to fix myself some breakfast. Propped up on the kitchen table, leaning against a bud vase containing a single red rose, was an envelope in His hand, with my name on it, all lower case letters of course. i made a cup of coffee, black, and sat own to read the contents: “While I am away,” it began, “ you are free to do as you wish. The only thing I want you to do is visit Dermis on Saturday at noon. Make sure you prepare yourself properly and carry yourself as if I were there with you. You are permitted to ask anyone, but you may deny anyone. How long you wish to remain there is up to you, but you must stay until at least 3:00PM. I will call you Saturday night to see how it went.” It was signed, simply, “Sir C.”


i hadnt been to Dermis in months, but i always enjoyed my time there.  Then i also realized i had never been there without my Owner as an escort. And He never forbade  me to deny anyone before. He had always left the choices up to me before. i smiled to myself as i realized that He was going to test me, control me, from thousands of miles away. i resolved at that moment that i would not disappoint Him.



It was only Thursday, so Ii quickly called my salon and booked an appointment with Heather, my beautician for Saturday morning at 9:00AM. The whole works: manicure, pedicure, nail and toe polish, shampoo and hair cut, touch up electrolysis where needed and full make up, including my areolas and inner labia. Two and a half hours if all went well, which would leave ample time for a cab ride to Dermis.


i ate a light breakfast of fruit, toast, dry of course, and a second cup of coffee before heading to the gym for my tri-weekly work out. Sir Campbell is adamant about me keeping at the peak of fitness at all times, which meant i spend three days each week at the gym, alone with my personal trainer, and three days each week at home on our equipment. Today was a gym day.


Traffic was light, so I arrived at the gym fifteen minutes early. my trainer, Annie, saw me sign in and called out, “Youre early!. Ill be with you in about ten minutes. Go ahead and get ready and do your warm ups. That way we can start right in when I get there.”


i walked through the large apparatus room, glancing occasionally at the middle aged women and trophy wives struggling to tone up their bodies, dressed in their bright spandex outfits. The gym was expensive, for sure, and each one of the clients was well heeled, or they wouldnt have even been considered for membership. my Owner is wealthy beyond any amount i could ever imagine, although i really couldnt even hazard a guess as to what it was that allowed us to live the lifestyle we enjoy.


Through the doors of the apparatus room, down past the steam rooms and showers, passing the locker rooms, (this is a women only facility), and i came to the two private rooms. i have never seen anyone else back here except for Annie and myself.


Opening the door, i flipped on the lights. The bright florescents lit up the rowing machine, stationary bike, free weights, Stair Master, and all the other equipment Annie would make me use as she ran me through my paces. i set my gym bag down and got undressed. Naked. i placed my clothes in the bag. No work out suits for me. No sweat pants, or shorts allowed. i have always done my exercise regimen in the nude. Annie, my overly out Lesbian trainer insists upon that as a condition of her working with me, and being my personal trainer.


i ran through Annie prescribed warm-up order: jumping jacks, sit-ups, push-ups, stretching, squat thrusts, toe touching, and deep knee bends. deep knee bends. Slightly sweating, my heart rate accelerating and breathing more deeply, i was just finishing up as the door opened and Annie burst in. This time, however, she wasnt alone. A small perky blonde with long hair pulled back in a pony tail, very tight short shorts, tank top, and white sneakers followed her into the room.


“This is, Amy, sara,” Annie introduced her as if nothing was out of place. “Shes considering hiring me for some private sessions. I suggested to her that she should see what goes on a private before making up her mind. I told her I was sure you wouldnt mind.”



This was certainly not the first time Ii had been naked in front of a total stranger., “Not a problem at all, Annie. Pleased to meet you, Amy,” i said warmly, walking over and extending my hand to shake hers. If she was the least bit taken aback by my brazen nudity, she certainly didnt register it. “Shes really good at this,” i continued, She knows how to push your limits and she gets great results.”


“I can see that,” Amy agreed, carefully scrutinizing my well defined calves, thighs, abs and arms, as well as my flat belly and firm ass. She seemed to pay no attention to the wide and plentiful steel that adorns me.


Without any further pleasantries, Annie stripped off her gym issue warm up pants, polo shirt, sneakers and socks, revealing a thin and taut muscular body completely devoid of the slightest hint of any body fat. Her breasts, if they could be called that, would have been considered small for even a nine year old boy, let alone an adult woman. Clean shaven, her full and large pubic mound seemed to flaunt the slit hidden within. “Lets start with te medicine ball, shall we?” she asked rhetorically, picking up the heavy leather ball and squaring off to face me.


Annie hurled it straight at my gut unannounced. i caught it against my stomach and threw it back. This exchange went on for a few minutes, my belly turning as bright pink from the balls impact, and my stomach muscles aching from having to contract tightly with each toss of the ball. 


Seemingly satisfied, Annie moved me quickly through an obviously well choreographed routing, which includes: jumping rope, pull ups and chin ups from an overhead bar, and several sets of crunches and sit ups. Only when this regimen was completed did she allow me a short break and a bottle of water.


“Must keep the skin hydrated,” she admonished me after i only took a small sip.


“How long have you been coming to Annie,” Amy asked me?


“Oh,” pausing as my breath returned to somewhat normal, i guess about six months now.”


“Yes,” Annie concurred, “Just about six months.”


“We work out here together three times each week,” i offered.


“Are you happy with your results?”


“i am, thats for sure. But more importantly than that, my Owner is very pleased with how i look.”


Amys brow furrowed at my use of the word Owner.


Annie picked up on it right away and interjected, “sara is a legally owned sex slave. she belongs to a very wealthy man who takes care of her every need.”


“Really,” Amy said, a neutral tone in her voice.


“i have no needs other than to serve my Master,” i furthered. i am His to do with as He wishes, and in return, He sees to it that i am wanting nothing but to serve Him.”


“Shall we continue, sara,” Annie interrupted. “I really want you looking fit for Saturday.”        


“All set, Annie,” i said, springing up from my seat.


The second half of my work outs is always tougher than the first half because Annie makes it that more intense. All kinds of exercise equipment is used until i am covered in sweat and out of breath. Annie, of course, who has kept pace with me the entire time, barely breaks a sweat.


“See you on Monday, sara,” Annie said as she began kissing me full on the mouth. Her tongue slid into my mouth unhindered, free to explore as she wished. Annie let her hand glide doen the front of my sweaty belly searching for my pussy. Her fingers parted the lips and one finger probed my depths.


“Thank me, sara,” she commanded softly.


Licking her fingers clean, i muttered, “Thank you, Annie.”


Annie got dressed as Amy thanked me for allowing her to watch my work out. i went to the showers and then got dressed and headed home for lunch.


While eating a lunch which consisted of fresh salad, yogurt, and unsweetened iced tea, i sorted through the mail. One of the items was a flyer from my favorite sex shop down in the Village, proclaiming the arrival of many new and exciting items. Master had given me total freedom in His absence, except for Saturday afternoon, so i decided to head down to the Village and see what was new.


Hailing a cab, i was dropped off on Bleeker St, about two blocks from the shop. Ii walked down the crowded street gazing in the store windows. The window display at the sex shop was kinky, but legal. Mannequins in leather halters and hoods holding whips and hand cuffs. The typical fetish stuff i thought to myself as i pushed the door open and walked in. As was to be expected, i was the sole female in the store. About six men were there gazing at porn magazines and videos. i walked past them and up to the counter. “Hi, Billy,” i said. Got you flyer and thought id drop in and see whats new.”


“Hey Sara,” Billy responded, looking away from his Daily News crossword puzzle. “I was hoping youd come in. We got some new things I think youre really gonna like!”


It was quite obvious that a couple of the men were “discreetly” trying to maneuver themselves closer so they might eavesdrop on the conversation. Billy reached under the counter and produced a small black plastic box. He handed it over to me and said, “Here, check these babies out!”



Taking the box from him, i removed the lid. Inside was a pair of very shiny black powder coated nipple clamps, with needle sharp teeth. i took them from the box and pinched one open, looking at the wickedly sharp pointed teeth. Gently, i let it close on one of my fingers and it instantly bit into my skin, puncturing it in a series of tiny pinpricks. “C would love these, thats for sure,” i said. “What else do you have?”


“Check out the whip rack. Theres a couple of new ones back there you might enjoy.


“Should I hold these for you?” he asked, taking the clamps back.


“Please, yes. im going to hate that, but C will surely love them.”


i walked down a narrow aisle lined with vibrators, dildos, and the usual feminine insertion toys, all sealed in plastic packaging. At the end of the aisle, the wall was covered with a section of old chain link fence. Clipped to the fence were all sorts and varieties of whips, canes, floggers, and crops. There were acrylic ones, natural rattan, bamboo, rubber, leather, all sorts of materials. Some were dyed in red or purple or silver, and some were left in their natural color. my eyes played over the display of pain producing instruments before coming to rest on a buggy whip with a metal shaft. Black braided leather had been used to form the handle, and a six inch long this leather strip dangled from the business end. The shaft was ultra thin and all metal. Extremely flexible. When wield by trained hands, i knew the potential of this whip. It would erupt in white heat fire raising narrow but high welts on impact. It quite possibly would rupture the skin with a single lash.


i perched on tip toes and reached up to unhook the whip from the fencing. It was extremely light weight, a wicked deception, which belied its hot fire potential. Swishing it through the air i listened to the telltale whistle it made. i like to try and identify every whip Sir Campbell uses on my body by its sound. i firmly believe each whip has its own unique and personal whistle just before contact is made.


Of course i brought the whip back to the counter, the eyes of all six men were wide with awe as they saw it. “I knew youd have to have that one, sara,” Billy said proud of his knowledge of me. “Its brand new on the market. Youll have to promise me youll show me what it can do to you.”


“Of course, Billy. Anything for you, you know that.”


“I have one more knew item. Just came out last week. Not sure if its something C might like to play with, but I know he likes to try new things.”


Billy held up a small dark brown bottle of liquid, no more than four ounces and handed it to me. i looked at it, but there was no label explaining what it was. “What is it?” i asked peering into the dark glass.



“Its an extract of the chemical found in stinging nettles!” He was quite apparently happy with this product. “It can be applied directly to the skin, or you can put it in an atomizer and spray it on, or you could dip the end of a crop or whip into it. There are all sorts of uses really.”


i shuddered involuntarily. Sir Campbell had once whipped me with the branches from the notorious plant, and the agony was maddening. The pain i suffered lasted a few hours, and nothing i tried would alleviate it.


“ill take a bottle of that as well,” ii whispered, frightened but what ii would be offering up to Master. “If He likes it, thats all that matters.”


That night, after dinner, alone and naked, i went to the video cabinet and selected some bondage videos to watch. Sitting on a thick bath towel in the over stuffed recliner, i draped my legs over the arms so my legs were spread wide open. i played wit myself leisurely as ii watched the videos. Not only was this something i really enjoy doing when my Owner is not at home, it is, in fact, something He expects me to do in His absence. Release is, of course, strictly forbidden. Only He can grant me that. His rule is, that should i cum, even inadvertently, i am required to not only inform Sir Campbell of my transgression, but i am also required to whip myself on my cunt, with His thick black leather belt doubled over. And this whipping is to continue until my cunt is swollen to the point where the labia is puffed out and dark red.


Sometimes i let myself cum intentionally, knowing what i would have to do afterwards. The idea of self bondage and self torture has always turned me on, from even when i was a young girl. i know that even if i had never become Sir Campbells property, i would still be involved in the submissive lifestyle, even if i only explored it as a solo experience.


That night, i opted not to succumb to the temptation, electing to wait until Friday night instead, so when i went to the salon and to Dermis, i would bear fresh bruises.


The following morning, i got up, showered and had a breakfast that consisted of a grapefruit half, black coffee and yogurt. At 9:00AM sharp, the buzzer rand, telling me someone was in the lobby looking to get buzzed in. “Yes,” i said into the intercom.”


“Hey, its me! Ready for our workout?”


It was Stacy Greene, my old friend from well before my time with Sir Campbell.


“Sure Stace, im all set. i was just waiting on you,” i jested her, as  i pushed the button to unlock the lobby door.


Stacy was a friend  i had met years before, when ii was working in a dry cleaners in Queens. Were about the same age, so it was natural for us to start hanging out together on weekends. Stacy is from the Midwest and had a lot of difficulties getting acclimated to New York at first. Stacy soon met a really nice real estate broker at about the same time  i started exploring the sub-scene. We didnt really drift apart, but we did see each other less and less as our lives took decidedly different paths.



Out of the blue, about a year ago, we ran into each other at an opening at MOMA, and our friendship was rekindled. Almost like it had never stopped.


Stacy has always had to work very hard to maintain her weight.  i told her that  i had a well equipped gym at home, and on impulse,  i invited her over to come over and work out with me. As soon as  i had asked her,  i remembered that ii always work out naked, and Stacy was not aware of my status as a collared slave. Working up the courage to speak with Sir Campbell about my predicament,  i found Him to be not the least bit sympathetic. In fact, He insisted that  i be naked when Stacy arrived and that  i remain that way as long as she was there with me. Even without my extensive training, i knew that pleading or trying to reason with Sir Campbell was not only futile, but a blatant sign of disrespect, so having no alternative, i went along with it.


Stacy came by the following Friday and i buzzed her in. She was greeted at my door by my heavily pierced naked form, and i said, “Good morning, im glad you could come over and work out with me. Please come in.”  Butterflies were free in my stomach, as Stacy was the first vanilla person who had ever seen me like this.


Her eyes were wide as she took in what must have been a strange and never to be expected spectacle. But she made no mention of my condition, rather, she just asked, “May I remain dressed?”


“Of course you may. Whatever makes you comfortable, Stacey, i said quickly, trying to make her less ill at ease with me. “I, um, i.....its just that i prefer to work out in the nude. Thats all. Less sweaty clothes to wash, you know.”


“I see. Practical!” But i could see she wasnt buying it for a second.


“Okay. Not true, Stacy,” i said sheepishly. Master would catch me in the lie, and He always insists that i be truthful about my condition. “The truth is,” i began, not looked at her, “The truth is that i am a collared slave. That means that i am owned by someone. They same way one might own a horse, or cattle. A car or a house. Property. My owner requires that i am always naked when i am home. No matter who might be coming by.”


“And all of this,” Stacy asked pointing to my steel collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and piercings?


“Well,........the collar is a symbol of my ownership. Anyone in the lifestyle, upon seeing it, would instantly recognize it and understand its meaning. And that is that i am owned. The wrist and ankle cuffs are permanent. They are used whenever Master wishes to bind me. But they also serve as a constant reminder to me that i am a collared slave. They are symbols of His total ownership of every part of me. In essence, my body no longer belongs to me. My life is no longer mine. Everything i have is His. Everything i am is for Him.”


“Are.........are you,....are you happy, Sara?”



A broad smile broke out across my face, as i said proudly, “Yes. Yes Stacey. i am happier than i have ever been in my whole life!”


“Then I am happy for you,” she said and she hugged me, oblivious to my nudity.


The topic of my condition never again came up between us. We had our weekly work out sessions, always on Fridays. About two months ago, after much encouragement and coaxing from me, Stacy was finally able to shed her inhibitions and run our exercise regimen naked alongside me. This was a giant step forward for her, because she has always been forty to fifty pounds over weight. It seemed like nothing she ever tried worked, but that never stopped her from trying to lose the extra weight. Her pendulous 44 Ds would swing and sway freely as she skipped rope or use the rowing machine. She would sweat profusely, causing her hair to get matted and soaked. The gym would take on the odor of her body each week before we would head to the shower, together. We washed each other very lovingly, but never sexually.


It was that Friday that i got the brilliant idea of really trying to get Stacy to shed her inhibitions and self conscious feelings of inadequacy about her body. After showering, ii suggested coffee, as neither of us had anything pressing to do. Stacy agreed, saying, “Sure, sara, Id love a coffee. Let me get dressed and Ill join you.”


“No, no, Stacy,” i said quickly, taking her hand. “Why bother getting dressed. Its not like we have anything to hide from each other, is there?”


“Well, n....no.....I guess not. But.........., I just feel kind of funny, thats all.” Her face was turning red.


“About what, Stace? Youve seen me naked every week for months now. And Ive seen you naked for the past couple of months too. So whats the big deal. You know ii have to be naked. Why not join me? You might get used to it and find you like it. And besides,” i added trying hard to convince her, “Youre far more beautiful than you give yourself credit for.”


“Oh cut it out, sara. Im a fat cow. Just look at me.” And to emphasize her point, she flipped her mammoth breasts, causing them to jiggle and bounce.


“im serious, Stace. You really are very beautiful. Your complexion is like peaches and cream, you never need to wear any make up at all. You have a radiant smile, bright and infectious. Your tits are to die for! i mean, just look at my tiny things. i look more like im eleven. Youre a well endowed full figured woman. i look like a little girl!”


Stacy blushed some more as ii saw her eyes drop to my 32 Cs, adorned with the thick rings behind my areolas, and the big rods that skewer them deep at the base of each one, which makes them look even smaller, if thats possible.


“But youre so fit a trim,” she complemented me. “Ive seen how you turn peoples heads, men and women both! Most people look at me and snicker or make lewd comments behind my back when they think I cant hear them.”


“Well, i for one find you very attractive, and i want to prove it to you. What are you doing tomorrow, about twelve noon?”


“Nothing,” she thought out loud. “I dont have anything on all weekend. Frank is off on a sailing trip for the weekend I was thinking about maybe hitting a museum or a show. Thats about it. Why?”


“Well, i have something planned.......and youre invited!”


“What is it? What are you doing?”


“im not going to tell you. Its going to be my surprise. Suffice it to say that i think this will be just the thing for you. But youre going to have to trust me completely. No questions. And you have to do anything i tell you to. No matter what. Deal?”


Stacy didnt answer right away. One look at her face told me she was very apprehensive about entering into something with me.


“Cmon, Stacy. Weve been friends a really long time. You know id never do anything to hurt or embarrass you. Hell, youve never once passed judgement on me about my condition, my life choice. Youre the only vanilla friend ii have who even knows about my condition. i would never do anything to jeopardize that. What do you say?”


Stacy thought it over for a minute, and then she smiled, “Oh, what the hell. Im game.”


“Then its all set. ill swing by and pick you up about 11:45. ill give you a call so you can be on the street and i wont have top look for a parking place in your neighborhood.


“No, wait a minute,” i interrupted myself, as another idea flashed into my head. “ive got a better idea. Hold on a second.”


Grabbing the phone, i quickly dialed the salon. “Hi, this is sara, is Heather there today?”


“Certainly, sara, please hold and Ill get her for you.”


“Thank you.” The insipid but prerequisite ambient music began to drone in my ear, as my plan was taking shape. Stacy was watching and listening, obviously curious and puzzled.


A few seconds passed, and Heather picked up, saying, “Hi sara, Its Heather. How are you? What can I do for you?”


i was wondering if you have a like minded cohort who could join us tomorrow. i have a friend id like to bring along with me.”


“Full works as well?”


“Pretty much, im thinking. But we can discuss the details when we see you.”


“I have someone in mind who would be good. Is your friend life style?”


“No! One hundred percent vanilla, as a matter of fact, but she knows about me, and shes fine with it.”


“No problem,” Heather said. “See you both at 9:00!”


“Thanks,” i got in just as she was hanging up.


The expression on Stacys face during that conversation was one of bewilderment and confusion. “What was all of that,” she asked me?


“im not telling you, remember? i just got a much better idea that i think youre really going to love. Have to make a change of time, though. Instead of 11:45, ill swing by at 8:45. Were going to make an entire day of it!”


“Well.........alright.”  An uncertainty in her tone belied her apprehension, but she accepted it, and added, “Youre the boss! Ill see you tomorrow!”


She gave me a big hug, crushing my skinny body into her ample chest. She got dressed, and was gone.


Being that it was such a beautiful day, i elected to walk down a few blocks to the corner café for lunch at one of their outside tables. After that, off to the green grocer for some fresh vegetables and salad fixings. Maybe even some chicken cutlets.


After dinner, i cleaned up and then assembled the various items i would need for my self entertainment that night. i had been planning the evening in my head all afternoon, and knew exactly what things i would need to do everything right.


i covered the recliner with two thick bath towels, then i locked a spreader bar to my ankle cuffs. This is the widest one we have, four feet across, and non-adjustable. As soon as youre attached to it, the strain and cramping begins. Walking  is arduous at best, but i had no intention o f doing much walking until the evening was ended. i had selected one of my all-time favorite toys, a combination dildo and butt plug. Licking both prongs until it was coated with saliva, i inserted it into my pussy and my ass at the same time. The thick bulb at the end of the butt plug makes insertion a real challenge, but it also insures that involuntary expulsion is impossible.


Then i sat back in the recliner and tuned on the dvd player and tv. One of the best German import films i have ever seen. Very severe and very real. No cheap boob job bondage models from California in this one. These are regular people, like me, engaging in their favorite pastime, and filming it so they could share it with other like minded people.



The woman was hanging from her wrists, her legs spread wide with a bar, just like mine. Her large natural breasts had been tied tightly with a rough cord and they had turned a dark bluish purple from the loss of circulation. Two women, both topless, were alternating blows with single tail whips, striking her belly and back. Her very real unscripted screams filled the dungeon in which it was filmed. Unable to stop myself, my fingers were furiously rubbing and pinching my swollen clit. Several times i had to stop, as i felt the approaching waves of an orgasm building deep inside me. i wanted the night to last, at least a few hours, so the added frustration of postponed relief made it even more intense.


In the next scene, the woman was now suspended from a steel cable with a large metal hook at the end of it. The cord that bound her breasts was in the hook. Her hands were bound behind her back with steel wrist cuffs and chain, and she was hanging, in mid-air, from her tits, which looked as if they might literally be torn from her chest. Underneath her sat a wooden pony, waiting. It was made of plywood, with the two sheets of wood coming together at a forty-five degree angle. The point where the sheets came together had been cut into a sharp edge. The sound of en electric motor began, and slowly she was being lowered onto the pony. The two topless women were each holding ropes that had been tied to her steel ankle cuffs, and they kept her legs splayed wide apart, in offering to the pony. They were making sure the sharpened wood would find the tender cleft, which appeared as an obscenely gaping hole as the camera zoomed in for a close-up.


When the winch had lowered the slave so that her ful weight was on her crotch, the woman tied weights to the ropes on her ankles, helping gravity with its relentless torture. Donning heavy leather gloves, the two women picked up branches of stinging nettles and commenced to whipping the woman on her thighs, belly, breasts and back. Her head flailed back and forth wildly and she screamed like a mad woman, but the two torturers kept up their assault, unaffected by her screams and pleas for mercy. By this point in the movie, i had come near to exploding many more times than i could count, and ii had to stop the movie and remove my hand from my sopping puss. i could smell my sex in the air, and i was certainly glad i had placed not one, but two towels on the recliner before sitting on it.


Treating this as an intermission, i took a set of nipple clamps, the non-adjustable kind, and clamped them on my rock hard nipples. Then i reached between my spread legs and took hold of the toy with my right hand and yanked it out. A loud splook sound accompanied its removal. i jabbed it back in as quickly as i could and then fucked my two holes with it savagely. After a few minutes, i stopped and looked at the toy, it definitely needed a good cleaning, so i sucked the dildo and butt plug until they were spotless and odor free before re-inserting it and getting back to watching the video.


The woman was now outdoors, and she was kneeling at the base of a large crude wooden Tau cross. The sun was bright in the cloudless sky, and her body was covered in sweat. It looked to be a very hot and dry afternoon.



The same two topless women placed step ladders on either side of the cross, the they put a third one in the middle. Leaning it against the stout upright beam. They pointed to the ladder, and the beaten, dejected woman got up off her knees and she slowly began to the climb the ladder to her fate. Reaching the top, she turned around and placed her back against the rough wood. The women tied stout ropes to her wrists very tightly. Then they secured the rope to rings that had been bolted to the ends of the cross member beam. They pulled the ropes tight, insuring that the slaves arms were stretched out as far as they could get them before climbing back down off their ladders. Alone, and frightened, the slave was obviously  pleading with them for pity. It was futile, of course. One of the women said something in German to her cohort, and the second woman pulled the middle ladder out from under the slaves feet, causing her to drop hard. She screamed when her body stopped its fall, tearing at her shoulders elbows, and wrists.


Finally, they tied her steel ankle cuffs to a set of smaller rings on the sides of the upright beam, which had been place so that whoever was crucified would have their knees bent slightly. The only way to straighten them would be to stand and let the steel cuffs support her weight. Lastly, they picked up the three ladders and walked away, leaving the slave alone to her agony.        


By this point i was crazed and out of my mind. Unable to push myself any further, i succumbed, letting tidal waves of orgiastic ecstasy crash through my body. Shaking from head to toe, my fingers were a frenzy in my dripping pussy.


After the shaking had subsided, i just lay there with my eyes closed, gathering my wits after such a mind blowing cum. After about five minutes, i gradually opened my eyes, and they slowly began to refocus on the still playing video. The woman was still hanging from her cross, but it was now obviously much later in the day, as long shadows fell behind the cross, and her previously pale skin was not badly sunburned. i stopped the video and began the preparations for the most important part of the evening, my self punishment, for the major infraction of allowing myself to cum without my Owners permission.


i pulled the toy out of my holes and cleaned it properly. Then i generously smeared my crotch with a jelly before placing the large suction cup over the area. Flipping on the switch, i watched as all the tender skin of my inner and outer lips was sucked deeply into the cup. No gradual increase in pressure, full suction all at once. i had decided that i needed fifteen minutes of atonement before beginning the serious punishment.


The clock on the dvd player seemed to stand still as my pussy was sucked by the machine. Three minutes.........four minutes....... i wasnt sure if i could take fifteen minutes. Twelve had been my personal best so far, but ii was determined to endure it for Him.


At long last, after fifteen excruciating minutes, i turned off the pump and removed the suction cup so i could look at what ii had done to myself. my labia were bright red and swollen so much that they looked as if they had been subjected to multiple saline injections. my clit was equally puffed up and was aching.  my preparations complete, i was ready to begin my punishment.


Taking a firm hold on my Masters thick black leather belt, i doubled it over and said aloud, “Forgive this worthless slave, Sir Campbell, for she has cum without your permission. i need to be punished severely. i request twenty-five lashes on my cunt with Your belt.”


i took and deep breath, held it, and slowly exhaled, and snapped the belt into my cunt. Instantly, fire erupted on the swollen sensitive skin. i cried out and looked down at myself. Fearing that i might be heard, i stopped long enough to strap a big red rubber ball gag into my mouth. Buckling it behind my head  is very effective in muffling my pitiful screams.


i picked up the belt again and lashed myself. i wanted to go quickly to get it over with, but i know that for it to be a truly proper punishment, it has to be drawn out. So i waited sixty seconds between each stroke.


By ten i was crying freely. At fifteen, one of the swollen lips had split and was bleeding. At twenty i thought i might lose consciousness.


Stroke twenty-one landed off target, on the inside of my thigh. It stung, but for my bad aim, i said, “Please forgive Your miserable sluts inability to properly punish herself. i respectfully request five more lashes in retribution, to make up for my poor skills with the belt.”


Tears flowed freely by the time i had reached stroke twenty-nine. i steeled myself for number thirty, the final lash, resolving to make it the hardest of them all. It landed squarely, with a resonating smack, and i reflexively curled up into a fetal position, clutched at my splayed knees and screaming through my gag from the pain.


As the pain slowly began to ebb, i reached for my digital camera for the final phase of my punishment. i took picture of my battered cunt. Then, unlocking the spreader bar, i hobbled to the computer to download the photos and send them to Master.


Just to make sure i did everything right, i took a cold shower, no hot water at all, and remained under the multiple jets for a full ten minutes. Refusing myself the luxury of a towel, i curled up on the tiled floor and tried to go to sleep. i dont know how long it took for sleep to come, but once it did, i only woke when the maid came in using her pass key. Saturday is cleaning day. Seeing me naked and bruised, lying on the bathroom floor wasnt new or even strange for her. Sir Campbell pays her generously to overlook our lifestyle, and she accepts and tolerates everything that goes on in His home.


my groin ached as i stood under the caressing cascades of the hot water in the shower. The water was as hot as i could physically withstand, turning my skin a bright pink. i got dressed, in a front button blouse, short skirt, and leather sandals, no underwear, and no need for make-up, the salon would just have to remove it all anyway. A quick glance at the clock told me i was running a little behind, so i grabbed a naval orange and a banana and ran outside to hail a cab. Luck was with me, as i caught the first one coming down the block.


i called Stacy from my cell phone and said, “Hey Stace, its me. im about three blocks south on Park. Should be there in about five minutes. ill pick you up in front of your building.”


“Okay, sara,” she answered. “Ill meet you outside”



True to her word, Stacy was stranding on the curb as the cab rolled up. She hopped in, and off we went to the salon.


“Youre not going to tell me anything about what you have in store for me today, are you?” she asked, probing.


“Nope. i told you i wouldnt. Youre just going to have to trust me and go with what happens. But, i can promise you that it will be memorable, and im hoping it will go a long way towards building up your self confidence and self esteem.”


We reached the salon with about five minutes to spare. Brandy, the receptionist, already had a waiting area that was standing room only. As she was ushering Stacy and me right in, i overheard a silver haired matronly looking dowager mutter, “I wonder who these two sluts know.”


Taking a step back, i leaned over so i could whisper privately in her ear, “You have absolutely no Goddamn idea, you dried up cunt. So give it a fucking rest!”


She huffed, but thought twice about engaging me with a response.


i took Stacy back to the private area and drew the curtain. There were two salon chairs set up for us. A big change from my last visit was the addition of a floor to ceiling mirror on the wall facing the chairs. This would allow the occupants to see themselves as they were being worked on.


Fresh paper had been pulled over the black vinyl chairs. Heather walked by, and parting the curtain, said, “Why dont you two ladies get ready. Brandy and I will be with you in a few minutes.”


“Okay, Heather,” i answered as the curtain was pulled closed again.


“Here we go, Stacy. Are you ready to let go of your insecurities and trust me?”


“Y.....yes. I guess so, sara.”


“Good. Now take off all your clothes, hang them on those wall hooks and pick a chair.” Stacy looked at me like i had asked her to jump off the top of a building or something equally ludicrous. She didnt follow my lead as i quickly got naked and sat back in one of the chairs. The view of my battered pussy was crystal clear in the new mirror. No question what took place there last night. No hiding that. Stacy saw the swollen labia covered in deep red and purple bruises, but said nothing. Slowly, she pulled her over-sized sweat shirt over her head, revealing a massive five hook support bra. Then she tentatively pulled down her matching sweat pants, which revealed white cotton briefs. She hesitated a few seconds before reaching behind her back to undo the five hooks and free her huge breasts, which hung down on her stomach. Lastly, she hooked her fingers in the thick elastic waistband of her panties and slid them over her generous hips and down her thighs. She kicked off her sneakers and she was naked.



Stacy sat in the other chair and crossed her legs so her cunt was hidden from her view in the mirror, although with her dense and fertile mat of dark brown pubic hair, it wasnt completely out of sight. The forest came up almost to her naval, and spread out from her triangle down the inside of her thighs. Her breasts hung on either side of her chest.


Just then, Heather pulled back the curtain and came in with Brandy and four Asian girls all wearing face masks. Without a direction, the Asians went to work on us, one on my fingers and one on my toes and the other two following suit with Stacy. Heather and Brandy tilted our chairs back and began shampooing out hair.


They finished our hair cuts just as the Asian women finished a second coat of polish on out fingers and toes. Make up would be saved for last, and then wed be through.


“Uh, Heather,” Brandy said, staring at Stacys hairy box. “What about this?”


Heather looked, and said, “Yuck! This is the 21st Century. That looks positively medieval!”


Then she looked at Stacy, who was blushing in embarrassment, and said, “Stacy, youve got to let us clean you up down there. Its much prettier, its easier to keep clean, less odor, and the men find it a real turn-on. Makes them feel like their doing an eleven year old!”


Stacy was looking to me for support, so ii said, “Let her do it, Stace. To tell you the truth, i really dont remember not being clean down there its been so long. i think I started shaving in high school. Itll make you much more aware of your femininity and it is a great source of pride. It makes the statement that you are female, and here is the proof. Nothing to hide. Everything open and displayed.”


“Will it hurt,” she asked softly?


“No,” Brandy responded. “Ill just shave you today. Let you get used to the look. If you like, we can discuss waxing or other longer lasting or permanent methods, like electrolysis, or laser.


“What do you say?”


Stacy thought for a minute, her legs still closed tightly together. Then a sly smile crept across her face as she said, “What the hell! In for a dollar, in for a pound. Make me bald!” She was beaming now, and excited.


“Good choice,” Heather concurred. “You wont be disappointed.”


“Then toi Brandy, Heather said, “Brandy, you prep her, and Ill shave her.”


Brandy nodded and went to get her scissors. Heather leaned in to Stacy and said, “ I do a lot more of these than Brandy does, and I want you first time to go smoothly, no pun intended.



“Great, Heather. Thank you,” Stacy said


What Heather didnt tell her was the real reason she was going to do the razor work. What with all the rolls of fat the procedure would be a bit tricky. Not just from the standpoint of removing all the hair, but also the very real concern that there be nicks or cuts in the process.


When Heather was finished, she made Stacy spread apart her legs so she could see herself in the mirror.


“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “I looked like this in grade school!”


“Look how beautiful your slit is, Stacy,” i said to her, stooping between her legs to get a closer look. “Your inner lips are clearly viable now. They look like the delicate petals of a flower. Very feminine. Wait till they make them up!”


Stacy missed my last sentence, so rapt at looking at herself. “I like it,” she agreed. “I really like it a lot!”


Everyone present was pleased on the effect it was having on her.


The final touches were applied artistically in the form of our make-up. Heather did mine, and Brandy used her skills on Stacy. They both began with an application of a dark reddish brown base to our areolas. mine are easy to do, being that they are hardly any larger in diameter than nickels. Stacy, however, has huge pancake shaped areolas, with concave nipples, so Brandy was meticulous and patient in her filling the area in with color. Next, while that dried, they did out inner labia. Bright cherry red for us both. The inner lips usually appear shy, as they hide, protected by the thicker outer lips. But with the application of the red. they stand out in stark contrast against the pale white skin that surrounds them.


Our eyes came next. Eye liner and shadow, mascara, eyebrow pencil, all applied heavily, like a high priced call girl. Lip stick and rouge finished off our faces. The same cherry red as below. “Very important that all the lips are the same color,” Brandy chided us.


A second application of color on our areolas and our bodies were done. We both stood while we received a spray of a very unique and special perfume. They have it made just for the salon, and they will not tell what it is, where it comes from, or even sell it to you. You have to go for a full body works like we got, or you cant have it.


Underarms, the crook of the elbows, inside of the wrists, the small of the back, between the breasts, between the butt cheeks, all of these areas were given liberal sprays. And then, after the perfume had dried, not just a second spray, but a third spray as well as applied.


i tipped Heather and Brandy generously and then we got dressed. Heather, Brandy and i all forbade Stacy to wear her panties. “Free and aware,” we chanted. At the cashier, Stacy went for her wallet, but i stopped her, saying, “Oh no, Stace. Today is my treat.”


“Thats not fair, sara,” she protested sincerely. “You shouldnt have to do this.”


“i dont have to do this, Stacy. i want to do this. Youre my friend, and today is going to be a day you will never forget. i want it all to be a present form me.


“Now.....are you ready for the next step?”


“Sure, Sara. Whatever you say, Im game.”


“Great. Now remember. You have to trust me, and do everything i tell you to, okay?”


“Okay,” she answered, a touch of apprehension seeping into her tone.


We got lucky and hailed the fourth cab that passed. i gave the driver the address of Dermis. He showed no sign of recognition, so i assumed that he had no idea about our destination.


“So are you going to give me even a tiny hint or clue as to where were going?” Stacy queried, facing away from me, looking out the side window.


“Not a chance,” i answered her, rubbing her thigh gently. “Youre going to just have to trust me like i told you before. i will tell you, though,  that the food is very good, and that the atmosphere is unlike anything you have ever experienced before.” i left my hand on the top of her thigh, feeling her warmth radiate through the cotton sweat pant leg.


“Have you gone there much?” turning to face me.


“Sir Campbell and i went more often before He collared me, but over all,.........i would have to say ive been there eight or nine times. This is the first time ive gone there without him, though. Feels sort of strange.”


Stacy put her hand on top of mine, but didnt make any attempt to remove it. i let my hand slide a bit higher up her leg, but she seemed to pay it no mind.


The cab stopped under an awning the spanned from the building to the curb. The doorman opened the cab door for us and held it until we got out. i handed him Sir Campbells membership card and he swiped it through the scanner.


“Ah, Sir Campbell,” he said. “Please allow me to escort you ladies up myself.”


He opened the door to the building and showed us through the marble foyer, with the beautiful ornate mirrors and fresh flowers. As we walked to the elevator, Stacy took in the decorations.



None of us spoke in the elevator, but when it stopped, and the door opened, the doorman said, “This way, if you please, ladies,” and he showed us down the long corridor, with doors along one side only. Choosing one, he opened it with his passkey. “Here you are,” he said, and i slid a twenty dollar bill into his hand discreetly.


“Thank you,” i said.


He squeezed my hand as he took the twenty, and said “Have a lovely afternoon.”


“i know we will,” i commented.


When he had shut the door, i watched Stacy as she looked around the room, taking in the three stuffed chairs, and the clothes rack with hooks and hangers dangling from it.


i sat down on one of the chairs and took off my shoes. Stacy watched me, obviously totally confused. Then i stood up and began to take off my blouse, unbuttoning it slowly, exposing my chest.


“You have to undress as well, Stace. No one in Dermis wears clothes. Everyone is naked!”


Her eyes widened and looked like saucers as she stammered, “Wh......what?”


i stepped out of my skirt, and was now naked. “Everyone in Dermis is naked. Its a rule. Now take off your clothes, i want to go in.”


She couldnt possibly have given me a more strange look if id grown a second head or something. “I cant do that!” she said emphatically, sitting down and crossing her legs. “I mean, look at me! Im not like you. I havent let anybody see me naked except for my husband, my doctor, and you!”


“So what,” i challenged her. “Theres a first time for everything, and besides, you let Heather and Brandy see you naked. Look how dolled up you are now! Make up, hair cut and shampoo, and even getting your pussy all bald too!


“Besides, you said youd trust me, didnt you? You must know me well enough by now to know i would never embarrass you, or put you in a dangerous situation, or even get you into something you couldnt handle. Youre going to love this place, i promise you! Now, let me see that body of yours. Right Now!”


i sat still in my chair, and watched as Stacy reluctantly stripped. When she was naked, you could tell she didnt know quite what to do with her hands. Her flopping breasts would require much more than just two hands to provide cover, and her red made up labia were dangling down from her bald and exposed slit.


“Now, heres the rules,” i instructed her, standing up from the chair and taking both her hands in mine for reassurance. “As i said, everyone is naked. You are allowed to stare, as much as you want. Look at anyone you want. You may talk with anyone you want, and you may ask them any question you might have. You also are allowed to request that they do anything you want.”


“Anything?”


“Yes. Literally anything.


“Now, they all in turn can talk with you, and they can ask you any questions, and ask you to do anything they want.” Stacy was overcome with fear now. “You do not, however, have to do anything you dont want. You can refuse to talk with anyone. You can choose to answer any question you wish, or you may ignore any question you wish. You can do what someone asks you, or you can refuse to participate. Thats completely up to you. You have complete control over what you do in Dermis. Understand?”


“Y.....yes. I.......I think so. And can ask anyone to do anything..........and ...and they can ask me too. But......if I dont want to do something, I do not have to?”


“Thats it. Of course, anyone can deny what you ask as well. They can refuse to answer your questions, or even talk with you.


“You do need to know something. There are a few people, like myself, who are not allowed to ask anyone anything. And there are even fewer people, like myself again, who are not allowed to dent anyone anything.”


“Y....you mean......you mean you have to do whatever anyone tells you to do?”


“Yes.”


Stacy fell silent, and i was certain she was going to renege, get dressed and beat a trail for the exit. “O......okay, sara. I said Id go along with you, and I meant it. Lets go, before I change my mind.”


i gave her a tight hug for reassurance, and kissed her on the lips. “Lets go!”


I took her by the hand and lead her out the door that leads to a hallway made entirely of mirrors. Floor, walls and ceiling. All mirrors. Nowhere to get away from the fact that you are naked, and with the entire area mirrored, it makes two people look like a whole army of naked bodies!. Stacys head turned left, right, up down, watching our images as I took her down the corridor. She didnt speak.


When we reached the end of the hall, we came to a closed door. I knocked on it and we were greeted by an extremely thin, probably anorexic, black woman. “Please come in,” she bade us, smiling pleasantly. Would you prefer the lounge or a table?”


“The lounge, please,” i told her.


“Right this way,” she pointed to her right. “Through those doors.



We walked into the lounge just as a probably very intense whipping had taken place. About eight or nine people were gathered around a slave whose body bore the welts of a harsh strapping. A few women were seated on the mirrored floor. When i looked at the slaves face, i called out, “slut!”


she looked in my direction, and responded, “Hi, sara, how are you?”


“Fine thanks,” i said as we hugged each other, our breast rods clanking together metallically. “This is my good friend Stacy, slut.”


“Pleased to meet you, Stacy,” slut offered her hand.


Stacy shook it tentatively, not able to draw her eyes from the outrageous combination of sluts steel, her scars, and the signs that said she had just recently endured a beating. “H.......hi............”

       

“my name is slut, Stacy. Its okay. You can say it, or not. It really doesnt bother me either way.”


“sluts Mistress took her away her original name and bestowed the name slut upon her when She took Ownership of her,” i offered by way of explaining.


“Stacy is my closest friend from the vanilla side,” i said to slut.


she just nodded and said, “This is Keri, i dont know if youve met her before. She is Elaines niece. Remember Her?”


“Yes, I certainly do,” i replied, memories associated with the name flashing through my mind.


“And these are my guests. Chelsea, and her hand maiden, Hanna. Mistress Ilsa wanted to have me size them up for Her, so i invited them here to see what theyre like.”


Pleasantries exchanged, a man approached us and asked, “May I examine those interesting bars you both wear?”


“But of course,” slut replied for the two of us, turning to face him. i did the same as he lifted one of sluts brackets that hangs beneath her breast, Then he bent over to see how the rod runs right through her breast, very deep, near the rib cage. He proceeded to inspect mine in the same fashion.


“Even with your itty bitties,” he said to me, “the rod still is buried deeply.”


“Yes,” i agreed with him. “It was set as deep as possible.”


“Toni, please come over here and see this,” he said, turning away from us.



A woman came over and joined us. She was middle aged, in pretty good shape, although her body was starting to sag. She had certainly carried and borne a number of children, judging by the stretch marks, the scars from a section or two, and her drooping breasts, which bore signs of having filled with milk to be suckled and to nurtured. She looked at my bars first, and then she looked at sluts, not saying a word. After a few minutes, she looked me in the eye and said, “I like them in you, but with my loose tits I think they would look ludicrous. I do like these, though, a lot,” she said, as she fondled the rings buried just behind my areolas. “These would look nice in me I think.”


The man, probably her husband, but they never said one way or the other, agreed readily with her, saying, I think so too, Toni. I love your titties, but rings like these would make them really hot!”                                                                                        


“Lets look into them, shall we?” she asked.


Turning back to me, she said, “Thank you,” and she kissed me on the cheek as she gave one of my rings a quick jerk.


We all sat at the bar, sipping water, when all of a sudden, Keri spoke up, saying, “ slut and sara are not allowed to ask anyone anything. And they cant just do something, so would anyone of you like to do something with them, or ask them to do something?”


“I would,” Chelsea jumped in, getting off her stool. “Id like to have sara whip my pussy with a belt!”


“What,” i exclaimed, startled by her request.


“You heard me,” she repeated, impatience oozing from each word. “I want you to whip my pussy with a belt.”


“As you wish,” i answered her cooly, quite perturbed by her insolent and impetuous tone. “i will give your little pussy a whipping you will long remember!”


The woman behind the bar handed me the same belt that hand been used on slut just before we arrived. “Get up on that table and open your legs for me,” i ordered her.


Chelsea sat on the edge of the clear topped table and then laid back, while bending her knees and bringing her feet up under her ass so she could take hold of her ankles. Then, with the dexterity of a gymnast, she splayed open her legs by placing her knees on the table top. Her cute little slit was gaping wide, exposing the inner lips as well as the canal to her womanhood.


“I want to make her wet, sara,” Keri suggested.


“Of course, Keri,” i said.



Keri knelt at the edge of the table and stuck her face in Chelseas open pussy. Furiously she attacked the soft folds, licking, sucking, and nibbling at the sensitive bud and exploring the pungent hole with her tongue.


Chelsea was moaning and right on the brink of release, when Keri suddenly stopped, and said, “Now shes ready, sara. Beat her!” Keri licked her lips, tasting Chelseas sweetness once more before retaking her seat to watch.


i had absolutely no intention of allowing this seemingly precocious girl the slightest degree of mercy. Doubling over the heavy belt, i held it up so she could see what she had asked for before eyeballing my target. Without hesitancy, i brought the belt down squarely across the tender lips, hard. She yelped, started to close her legs, and then got control and fought the instinctive urge to protect herself. “Thank you,” she said softly.


i struck her again, saying nothing. Again she kept the impulse to close her legs and protect her sex at bay, and again she thanked me. i hit her ten times in total. She was crying, streams of tears cascading down the sides of her young face, but her legs remained splayed, offering herself to the lash. And with each stroke, she thanked me.


Just as i was about to whip her again, Keri jumped in, saying, “Wait. I want to see how warm her skin is,” and without waiting for a go ahead, she put her face back into Chelseas pussy, licking and stimulating her once more.


“Want to cum, Chelsea,” Keri asked, lifting her head slightly?


“Yes, please,” Chelsea whimpered.


“Then I want you to beg sara for ten more lashes. Take ten more from her and Ill bring you off.”


“Please sara,” Chelsea began sincerely, “Please whip my pussy ten more times. But, but please, I beg you, please do it harder.”


i couldnt believe what i was hearing. Every one of my lashes had landed firm and hard, none were soft balls, and this girl wanted more. Everyone in the lounge was gathered around us, watching eagerly.


“i would be happy to, Chelsea,” I ridiculed her.


Taking careful aim, i brought the belt down as hard as i was able. The jolt of fire that sliced into Chelsea made her jump on the table, and her hands let got of her ankles as she closed her legs together tightly.


Realizing her error, she quickly said, “Please forgive me, my insolence,” and she grabbed her ankles again, and splayed herself. “Please sara,” she said, before i struck her again, “Please give me three extra strokes for having closed my legs to you.”



“As you wish,” isaid coldly, although i was gaining tremendous respect for the teen rapidly.


i reigned down five strokes in rapid fire succession. All hard. Chelsea was screaming uncontrollably now. Her battered crotch was crimson and swollen. The next lash landed high, right below her naval. “Sorry, i said.


“No need to be,” Chelsea said through her tears. “Whip me wherever you please.”


Accepting the invitation, i gave her three fast lashes to her left breast, and then paid equal homage to the right one, leaving one more stroke.


Just as i was taking aim, preparing to strike, Chelsea said, “Please sara, use the buckle.”


“What?” i asked, incredulous. “Are you sure?”


“Y....yes. I.............I am sure.


“And Hanna,” Chelsea continued, would you and slut please hold my knees down to the table? I dont think I will be able to keep them apart when sara hits me.”


“O........kay, Chelsea,” Hanna responded, her face completely ashen.


Hanna and slut each took one of Chelseas knees and leaned over on it, pinning her to the table, like a butterfly is pinned in a collection. Word of what was happening must have carried into the larger room, because several more people had come in to see what was about to happen. No one spoke, it was total silence.


i looked at Stacy before whipping Chelsea, and, much to y amazement, she was mesmerized. Glued to the scene that had enfolded, watching it all intently.


i wrapped the end of the belt around my hand a few times, getting a solid grip, and then i placed the buckle on top of Chelseas already battered mound, letting her feel the cold hard metal. Giving a slight pull on the belt, i let the buckle slide forward across her mound and then drop down on her gaping pussy and land with a clank on the plastic table top.


Taking careful aim, as i had but one stroke remaining, i raised the belt over my head, and brought it down with as much force as i could muster.


Chelsea exploded in screams, her head thrashing wildly, her body jerking with such strength that she knocked Hanna to the floor. slut, for her part, was able to hang on to her knee, but Chelsea had wrapped herself into a ball, curled up on her side against the remaining pinned knee. sluts hand slowly slid up between her legs.



She screamed like a banshee for a good minute or two, before she gathered herself up enough to say, “Th........tha.....ank you sss......sara, th.......thank yy.........you.......... for ......whi........whipping mm........my pussy.”


Where before i was irked by her insolent attitude, and her presumptive precocious airs, now i had nothing but the greatest respect for what she had endured. i stepped around the table and hugged her, my face against hers, as Keri pushed her face into the bruised and bleeding pussy, and gently licked and sucked Chelsea to an orgasm.


As ii broke off our embrace, Hanna and Keri helped Chelsea get up off the table and onto her feet. Her movements were slow and labored as she tried to favor her battered and bruised crotch. Stacy stood just behind me watching. She tapped me on the shoulder lightly. Turning towards her, she said, “M.....may I touch your nipple rings, sara?”


“Of course you may, Stacy.”


Every so gently she touched the rings that are placed right behind my areolas. She lifted them, and tugged on them slightly. “I........”


She didnt finish her sentence. “What, Stacy,” i prompted her. “Remember, you can ask anything here.”


“Yes. I remember. I......I ....was just going to s.....say that.........I really..............I really like these.”


“i do too,” i said. “Most people who have piercings in their chest have bars or hoops through their nipples. i like these better for a lot of reasons.


“First of all, they make my breasts seem to stick out more prominently. More pointed. They are also stronger, since they were placed more deeply than usual in my breasts, so they will allow heavier weights to be attached without the worry of them ever tearing out.”


“Did they hurt,” she asked, pulling on both of them more confidently now.


“id be lying if i tried to tell you otherwise, Stacy. But its not bad, and the pain goes away pretty quickly after the needle goes through.”


“What do you think about m......me getting them?”


“i think theyd look great,” i told her enthusiastically. “Youve got such big areolas that the rings would have to be larger in diameter and be pierced even deeper than mine. It would give your breasts more definition, as the tips would be more pointed.


“What about my husband? What do you think hed say?”



“Well,” i thought for a moment. “my first reaction is that since youre not owned by someone, it doesnt matter what he thinks. Your body is yours and yours alone. You havent given it to someone, as i have. So, its up to you really. Also, i havent ever met a man who wasnt fascinated and turned on by piercings there. So, unless hes some kind of prude, i would think he would love it!


“Just a word to the wise, though, if youre really considering it.”


“Whats that?”


“He might love it so much having you pierced, that he asks you to get more. Like in your labia, or even through your clit hood.”


“Wow, do you really think so?”


“Its a possibility.”


“Could you help me get it done? You know......take me where you had it done maybe?”


“Sure, Stacy. id be happy to.”


“Today,” she added shyly?


“If youd like. After we leave we could go there. Sure.”


She gave me a big kiss on my mouth and hugged me tightly to her, her pillow like breasts crushing my tiny tits.


“sara,” she broke her embrace.


“Yes?”


“Would you kiss me?”


“Of course, we just did!”


“No........ I mean...........would you kiss me...........down there?” She pointed at her pussy, embarrassed.


“Yes........if its what you want.”


“I do, sara, I do, but.........”


“But what Stace?”


She leaned in to me and whispered in my ear so no one else heard, “I want to kiss Hanna down there too.”



“So ask her, Stacy. Remember what i told you? You can ask anyone here anything, okay?”


“Okay.”


She looked at Hanna, and then looked back at me for some reassurance.


“Go ahead, Stacy, ask her.”


“Hanna.........would.......would you let me k......kiss you, d.........down there?”


Hanna looked first to Chelsea, and i saw a slight but discernable nod from her, and Hanna looked back at Stacy and replied, “Yes, you may.”


i had Stacy lie down on her back on the floor, with her knees apart and bent. Then i had Hanna straddle Stacys head, with one knee of either side of her face. i got down on my knees and elbows, and with my fingers, i parted her lips and began to pleasure her, while she did the same to Hanna.


i proceeded very slowly at first, pretty confident that this was more than likely the first time Stacy had been pleasured by another woman. i used my tongue alone, no teeth, lightly swirling it around her engorged bud, occasionally allowing my tongue to probe deep inside her, past the inner lips.


Hanna was enjoying her tonguing, judging by the purring and cooing. i gradually stepped up my efforts, increasing the level of intensity for her. Chelsea stepped over at said, “Stacy, I would you like to have Hanna slap your tits. Would you like that?”


“Yes......please,” she said, her voice muffled by Hannas legs and crotch.


Hanna began to rhythmically slap the breasts. i could hear the sounds of her hands striking the drooping milk sacks, and my mind imagined the sight of them flopping around with each slap.

Stacy was moaning, in that state ii know so well, in the nether land region, suspended between pain and pleasure, both stimuli contradicting each other, and complimenting each other at the same time. Her hips were rocking back and forth, making it a bit harder for me to remain gentle with her, so i decided to become a little more aggressive, biting lightly on her thick clit until she exploded in release, sweet elixir flowing from her womanhood, which i off course lapped up and drank.


Sated, we all sat there on the floor, while the euphoria subsided. We were interrupted from our dream state by the ringing of telephone behind the bar. The bartender answered it, and reaching over the bar, she said, “Its for you, slut.”


“Thank you,” slut answered, ever polite.


“Yes?” she asked and then fell silent for a moment before replying, “As You wish, Mistress.”


Handing over the phone towards Chelsea, she said, “Mistress Ilsa would like to speak with you, Chelsea.”


Chelsea took it, and said, “Yes, Mistress Ilsa?”


We couldnt hear Ilsas half of the conversation, but i was able to get the gist of it, and Sir Campbell told me the rest a while later. In essence, it seems that Mistress Ilsa had been watching everything that had happened on hidden cameras, and She was impressed enough with Chelsea and Hanna to invite them to the ceremony She had planned. They were all to be participants, not guests, and all of their fellow Sisters from their cult were to be there as well.


Ilsa did expound on what was expected from them all, explaining what She wanted. She told them no permanent harm would be involved, and that they would have to trust Her.


Chelsea enthusiastically agreed to all of Ilsas stipulations.








       




















































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