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SARA

By Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 4

PLEASING ALICIA

Tommy showed me a mat on the floor in the kitchen where I was to sleep. A dish of water sat next to the mat. He attached a pair of very stout chains to the clasps in my breasts, and locked the chains to an eye-bolt that was in the floor. I fell right to sleep almost the instant I lay down on the mat. Neither the dirty cracked linoleum floor nor the odd sounds from the woods kept me awake.

When I finally started to awaken from my deep sleep, I gradually became aware of the dull aches and pains that marked various parts of my body. My nose hurt the most, a dull ache radiating from the bridge, across under my eyes, and up into my temples. My legs and ribs where I had been kicked were discolored into blues and yellows. My dry split lip stung as I ran my tongue over it, feeling the swelling surrounding the cut.

Clint was the first one to join me. "How'd ya sleep, cunt?"

"Better than I expected, Sir, thank You."

"I'm glad yer rested up, cuz we got a busy one today. Gotta give that horse a coupla more shots at the mare, the stables gotta get cleaned out, an' the boys all had such a great time lest night, they're all coming back fer more this evenin'. Might even bring a few more guys with 'um jest so's you don't get too bored with it.

"How's yer nose?"

"It's really sore."

"I guess it was Jerry that busted it for ya. It'll feel a bit better in a few days I guess. Tommy set it for ya after ya passed out last night, so it should be pretty good. Looks straight ta me, anyway. The black and blues under yer eyes fade in a while as it heals."

Clint took a key out of his pocket and unlocked the locks the held the chains to my breasts.

"If ya gotta pee or shit, ya kin go out in the woods an' take care of it. Then come on back and we'll gitcha somethin' ta eat. I wanna git that horse hot ta trot early so's he'll go a few shots on the mare taday."

Slowly, I pushed myself up from the floor, the stiffness in my body dictating my speed and movement. I went a little ways into the woods looking for a "suitable" place to relieve myself, and began to feel a bit better as the motion from walking was loosening up my aches and pains. When I was done, I made my way back to the kitchen and was surprised to see that the two men were in the kitchen. Clint was sitting at the table and Tommy stood at the stove cooking.I noticed immediately that a third place had been set. "Have a seat, Missy," Tommy offered, pointing to the vacant chair. Tentatively, I sat down, as Tommy continued, Juice? Coffee? Eggs? What wouldja like?"

I was famished, so I asked for eggs, while Clint poured my juice and coffee. I was immediately leery at their unexpected kindnesses, but savored it and the meal nonetheless.

"We're gonna try an' git that horse in the mood again, cunt," Clint announced matter- of- factly, in between mouthfuls of eggs and toast. "Pretty much that's all we'll be doin' taday. In between that, I wancha ta muck the stables and make sure the water in the troughs gits dumped and filled up fresh. Think ya kin handle that?"

I was eating with such zeal that he caught me mid-forkful, and I had to move the food around in my mouth to even attempt a timely, "Certainly, Clint. Whatever you wish."

"See," Tommy interjected abruptly, "I toldja she was startin' ta come around. Yer sis is gonna be real happy with her. Real happy."

"Tomorrow night'll tell, Tommy. Tomorrow night. We'll see what she's made of then."

A cold shiver ran down my back, and goose bumps broke out all over me at the tone in Clint's voice as he so casually made the threat. I knew better than to ask what they were talking about, and had another momentary flash, as I realized that not too long ago, I would have butted in and asked what they were talking about. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe I was really starting to become that which Sir Campbell wanted me to be.

After I cleaned up the kitchen, I spent the day pretty much as Clint had described, either on my knees getting his horse in the mood, cleaning the stables and corral, or being fucked by the two men. Never in all my life had I ever experienced men who could get it up so many times in one day. I was getting sore from their repeated and prolonged poundings.

They allowed me to sit with them in the living room watching television when dinner was cleared away. I wasn't aware of how bushed I was, and must have fallen asleep, because I woke as Tommy was hefting me into his arms. Startled, I looked around trying to get my bearings, but he just said, "I'm takin' ya ta bed, missy. Ya look beat. Yer gonna need yer sleep fer tamarra, so tonight you'll be sleepin' in the back bedroom. I'll come an' getcha in the mornin'"

I was so out of it, that I mumbled a muted response, and drifted back to sleep in his arms. I don't even remember being laid to bed, but when I woke, I was snuggled up in a fresh clean bed, and it was late in the morning.

I didn't get out of bed right away. The fresh clean smell of the sheets, combined with the sunlight spilling through the window made me want to relish the warm cozy moment. When I finally did get up, I made the bed and wandered into the bathroom to pee. When I came out, Clint and Tommy were nowhere to be seen, but I found a note addressed to me on the kitchen table, which read: "Help yourself to some food. We'll be back around 4:00. Dust and vacuum the house, change all the sheets, and do the laundry." It was signed, Tommy.

I made some toast and coffee, and started with my appointed tasks. The house wasn't large, so the dusting and vacuuming took about thirty minutes. By three, I was finished, and went out to sit in the sun and enjoy the afternoon. I fell into a deep sleep, basking in the hot afternoon sun, and awoke to the sound of trucks coming up the drive. Standing up, I saw Clint and Tommy in the first one, and then recognized the second one as Alicia's black Dakota. Both trucks pulled to a stop by the corral. Meredith, Becky and Craig sprang from the bed of the Dodge, naked. Alicia got out and closed the door behind her. Clint and Tommy waited while she walked over to them, then the three of them walked over to where I stood, waiting.

"Hello, cunt," Alicia greeted me. "Clint says you're much improved now, and for your sake, I hope so. Tonight will be a sort of test for you. If you pass, you will return with me to my house for the rest of your training. If you fail, then I'll be calling Sir Campbell to see how He wants you disposed of. The outcome is entirely up to you. Now, go with my kids, they'll get you ready."

"Thank You, Alicia. I won't let You down."

"We'll see about that."

Becky, Craig, and Meredith were in the living room watching the tv when I found them. The room was ablaze in light, with all of the table and floor lamps on and the overhead track lighting turned up high. "Meredith saw me first and said, "I can't wait to see how you do, sara. Mama said she'll let be get my breasts pierced just like yours if everything goes right tonight."

"She said she'd think about it, Meredith," Becky corrected her, not taking her eyes from the program. "She wants you older before you have that done."

"She'll let me, Becky. I know she will. Especially if sara does what she's supposed to!"

"Would you two shut up? I can't hear," Craig yelled!

They both lowered their voices, but kept the argument going until I asked, "What's going to happen tonight?"

"We can't tell you," Becky said, looking me straight in the face, "but I will tell you that you're gonna get tested like you've never dreamed you could be."

Nothing further was said, as we all sat in silence watching the old movie that was on. Meredith moved over closer to me and, without a word, began a close scrutiny of my breast bars, gently lifting them, lightly tugging on them, and feeling the holes where the rods pierced the skin with her fingers. She took a firm grasp on the "U" clasp and lifted it, toying with it's weight and testing how freely it loved on the rod. Then, ever so timidly, she began licking and sucking on my nipple and pulling the clasp straight out from my chest, stretching the skin taut, then releasing the pressure, and pulling again. She settled into a rhythmic pattern of tugging and releasing, tugging and releasing, and all the while increasing the pressure as she sucked the nipple, making it harder and more tender, occasionally nipping it with her front teeth. I began to moan softly, which drew Becky's attention from the tube. She watched her younger sister for a few minutes, and then got down between my legs and began licking my pussy tenderly, sucking my clit between her lips, and lightly making contact with her teeth. I was moaning louder now. Craig glanced over, disturbed by the noise I was making, and decided to get involved as well. He stood up, and straddled my head, dangling his flaccid penis in my face. Needing no instructions from him, I sucked it deep into my mouth, toying the tip with my tongue, and reveling in the power I held as he grew harder and longer in my mouth. He huge ball sack drooped across my eyes and nose. Becky reached up and began diddling her sister's clit with one hand, while she pushed two fingers into my ass with the other. Meredith's response to her sister was to begin biting me much harder. Not little love bites, but forceful bites with as many teeth as she could get on my breast. My moans form pleasure changed to cries of pain. Becky stopped licking me and began slapping me on my pussy with the back of her hand, her long finger nails stinging my clit with each blow, while Craig squatted lower onto my face, driving his now steel hard cock straight down my throat, and leaving it imbedded there. Becky was now using her entire hand in my ass, fisting me deeper and deeper with each push. The pressure was incredible, but I was determined to accept her whole hand, as deep as she wanted to probe me.

Meredith switched to my other breast and didn't take the time to "warm me up."he commenced to gnawing on me right away, tearing the soft flesh with each bite. Craig was pounding his cock down my throat and pulling it completely out between thrusts. I was gagging as he went deeper down my throat, but I fought against the reflex to vomit, and greedily sucked him harder. Meredith slid her hand down my belly and fisted my cunt, just as Becky's hand broke in past the stretched sphincter. Both hands were fucking my ass and cunt savagely, and my breast was being cut and punctured by Meredith's teeth.

Meredith came first, with me a close second. Craig came before the waves of my orgasm had a chance to ebb, and he shot his cum into my eyes. "Smile, cunt. You're on Candid Camera," Craig laughed.

Through the cum coating my eyelids, I could make out the hazy image of Clint, with a video camera. He had been recording the entire escapade with the three kids and me! Panic rose in my stomach, as I had never been filmed before! "Just some insurance fer my sister, bitch. In case ya wanna try 'n do somethin' stupid!"

Meredith grabbed my hand, and said, "Don't listen to him, cunt. He's taken hours of tapes of me. No big deal. Now c'mon. We need to get you ready." And saying that, she lead me out of the living room and upstairs to the bathroom.

"You should pee now, sara. I'll draw your bath."

Meredith gave me a wonderfully relaxing bath, with a lightly scented bath oil, washing me gently from head to foot. She shampooed my hair twice, with a through rinsing each time. Then, she patted me dry with a soft towel. Then she brought me to stand in front of a full length mirror that was on the back of a bedroom closet door. As I stood still, she combed out my hair, perfumed my armpits, between my breasts, my lower belly, and in the small of my back. Then she applied a garish heavy eye make-up to my eyelids, with a heavy black mascara. She used a thick eyeliner to outline my eyes, and topped it off with a rich red lipstick, three coats. I looked like a cheap Ninth Ave. whore.

When she was satisfied with my looks, she took me by the hand and lead me down the stairs and out the back door. We walked down a gentle hill to a small shack that I hadn't noticed before. "This is our tack shack," she offered, breaking the silence. "My uncle keeps all of our pony gear in here. Becky'll be joining us soon, but I need some extra time to get you set up."

She unlatched the heavy oaken door and it swung open quietly, revealing a small space, maybe eight by twelve. Inside, hanging from hooks and nails on the walls and rafters, were all sorts of human equine equipment: reins, bridles, harnesses, belles, brightly colored feathers and plumes, butt plugs with real horse hair tails, elaborate knee high boots, with thick platform soles and long stiletto heels, and even some small modified saddles. There was so much equipment, in fact, that I couldn't take it all in.

"Stand over here," she pointed. "I'll see what will work best for you."

Meredith removed a stout leather corset from a hanger and tried it around my waist. "Too high," she proclaimed. "They'll want your breast bars free." She placed the corset back on it's hanger with care, and selected another. "This looks more to your size."

She placed the corset around me and began lacing it up from the back. It was beautiful! A soft dark red leather, with lots of chrome plated rings and hooks. It descended down to just above my mound and ran up to the bottom of my rib cage. Meredith got it all hooked up and then began the tedious task of cinching it tight, compressing my waist to a fraction of it's normal twenty-three inches. It forced me to stand quite erect, and the constriction of my waist made my breasts all the more prominent.

When she was done, she tied the laces off and took a single leather glove, in a matching color, from the same hanger. "Hands behind your back, cunt!"

I did as she said, and felt the cool smooth leather glide up over my hands and wrists, pulling my arms close together at the elbows. The pressure in my shoulders was building as she got it up over my elbows, further pushing my breasts out.

Meredith gave two quick tugs on the glove, making sure it was going no higher on my arms, then she laced the glove closed, further binding my arms together.

"Sit," she said, indicating a small bench by the wall.

I walked over to the bench and sat down, watching her as she looked for a pair of boots to fit my feet.

"About an 8 maybe?"

"Pretty close, Meredith. I'm an 8 ½."

"Well, we'll have to make do with a 7 ½, cuz the next size I have is a 9 ½ and that'd be too big.

She knelt before me, and I caught her glance at my sex, as she started to pull one of the boots on my right foot. The fit was snug, to say the least, and Meredith had to struggle to get it on. The tight boot pinched my toes inside, and I knew this wasn't going to be the least bit comfortable once I stood up and tried to walk.

The soles were about six inches thick, and the stiletto heels were much longer than that, forcing my foot into a distorted extension, pointing straight down. Meredith laced it on, then she repeated the task with my left foot. "Stand up," she saying, sitting back to watch.

Awkwardly I stood, trying to balance on the high boots without the aid of my hands and arms. Carefully and steadily I rose, until I stood up. The first thing I noticed was how tall the boots made me, and the second thing was how much my feet hurt, crushed in the small boots.

"I like that. It shows off your thighs. Time for your bit and bridle."

She found a harness that she secured firmly around my head. It was fashioned of the same color leather as my corset and glove. The harness had blinders on the sides, making peripheral vision impossible. "Open up," she said, sliding a cold steel bit in between my teeth. I bit down on the cold chrome as Meredith buckled the cinches, holding the bridle tight in my mouth, and drawing my cheeks back in a sardonic smile. She lifted the reins over my head, and stepping behind me, she gave a sharp snap to the reins, jerking my head back with a start.

"Almost done," she commented cheerily. I felt a finger probing my back passage. Then she pushed a dry butt plug in, with a slow steady pressure until it seated itself deeply in my ass. It was then that I felt the light tickle of the long horse hair that cascaded down my thighs and past my boots. She then selected a shiny silver bell, which she attached to the clasp in my septum, and to top it all off, she produced a feathery plume in bright violet, which she affixed to the top of the harness.

"All done. Give me a minute to get dressed, and then we'll go out to the corral for the races.

Drool was beginning to leak over my lip, and I was helpless to prevent it. I watched as Meredith dressed herself like I was, except that her outfit was a bright crimson red leather. While she was preparing herself, Becky and Craig joined us in the tack shed. "Could you help with my glove, Craig," Meredith asked?

"That's what I came out here for, Meredith. To do you and Becky.

"She looks good, Meredith. Nice job," he commented eyeing me.

Meredith tried to mumble her thanks, but she had already begun to cinch up her bridle and her words were garbled.

Becky dressed herself just like Meredith and I, but her leathers were a light tan buckskin. Craig put the single gloves on both of his sisters, then, taking the three sets of reins, he lead us all out of the shed and into the early evening air.

I felt my nipples stiffen in the cool and. A stiff breeze was whipping the tress and kicking up dust in the corral. One by one, Craig checked the fittings on each of our outfits, making minor adjustments to the belts and cinches as he went. Then, when he was completely satisfied with his work, he took our reins and lead us up the gentle slope to the corral. I was amazed to see about thirty people milling about, both men and women, engaged in conversations. Someone noticed our approach, and all eyes turned in our direction.

Craig brought us to the fence and hitched each of us to it. The people began walking over to us, and started inspecting us. Soft hands felt my thighs and buttocks. Another pair of hands grasped the "U" clasps that hung from my breast bar and gave them a strong pull. A hard slap to my ass caused me to jump. "She's a bit skittish," someone commented.

I turned my head as far as I could to see that both Becky, to my right, and Meredith, to my left, were receiving the same scrutiny.

"If I may have your attention, please?" It was Clint standing in the center of the corral. "Thank you.

"First, and foremost, my sister Alicia and I would like to thank all of you for coming here tonight. These events are so much better when a lot of people show up. It looks like tonight's race will be a good one for you all. For all of you first-timers here, Becky is in the tan buckskin and she is the odds on favorite tonight at two to one odds. Meredith is in bright red and she has been rated at five to one. The new filly, Sara, is in the dark red, and she is rated at twelve to one odds. This being her first race and all, she was hard to come up with odds.

"Tommy will be accepting your bets for the next ten to fifteen minutes or so, if you've all had a chance to examine the ponies. The race will be around the corral, across the field and back, twice, for a total distance of one mile. I'm sure most of you are familiar with our jockeys, as they are each held in the very highest of regard on the east coast. Ginger Harris will take Becky, as usual. Robin Bell will have Meredith this time out, and Rachel Gomez will take Sara through her paces.

"Any questions?"

A woman who had been lightly petting my breasts raised her hand and asked, "What background information do you have on Sara, Clint?"

"She's owned by a friend of Alicia's, Bonnie. A Sir Campbell from Manhattan. She's thirty years old and has borne no children. She wears a good deal of steel, as you can plainly see. Her tolerance for pain is exceptionally high, while her desire to please is still developing, and is quite a bit lacking. She has never pulled the sulky before, so we have no way to measure her endurance. Whether she'd be a good bet would be up to your eye.

"Any other questions?"

A man across the corral from us asked, "May we walk the course to get a feel for it?"

"Of course, please be my guest. You'll find that it's marked with low flags out to the far pole, which you can see from here.

"If that's all the questions, then please place your bets while Craig and I hitch the ponies up to the sulkies."

The people wandered away from us and went over to Tommy with their various wagers. Craig undid the reins on Becky and Clint took Meredith. I wasn't able to turn my head around to see where they were going, so I just had to bide my time and wait. A few minutes later, Craig returned for me. He lead me over to where Becky and Meredith stood, hitched to their sulies. The long thin poles that ran from the cart to the ponies came on either side of the girls, and was clipped to their harnesses with metal clips. Bells had been attached to their nipples with clamps, and their jockeys were talking to them softly, caressing them, and encouraging them to give all they could.

As Craig was fastening the sulky to my harness, my jockey came and stood before me. She grabbed the side of my bridle and yanked my head up so that I was looking her straight in the face. A long stream of drool spilt out of my mouth.

"I'm Rachel Gomez, cunt, and I expect to win tonight. I hate to lose. Am I clear?"

I nodded my head by way of reply.

"It is My job to pace you through the course. I want you to keep your strides long and even. I will guide you with the reins in the direction you need to run. Don't even bother trying to watch where you're going. If I see you look down at the ground, you'll feel my whip. When I want you to run faster, you'll feel my whip. I like to place the whip between the shoulders or on the flanks. I have a nice little fish hook tied to the end of my whip as an added incentive for you. I'm sure it will get my thoughts across to you quickly."

Craig had me hooked up to the sulky and I felt the poles pull up on my harness as Rachel got into her seat. Craig handed the reins to her. He then pulled me my the bridle to my left, so that we were in line with Meredith and Becky. "Lift your legs high for the parade," Craig ordered. "Pony girls must prance proudly around the audience."

Then, with Becky in the lead, we were escorted once around the corral for everyone's pleasure, and up to the staring line. Clint was leading Becky by her bridle, Craig lead Meredith, and Alicia lead me. It was a sort of parade, I guess. As we passed by the different pockets of spectators, we were greeted by smatterings of applause; some discreet and polite, and some loud and exuberant Alicia kept leaning over to my ear and coaxing me, "Lift those legs higher. Higher! Prance for me! Thighs parallel with the ground! Point your toes! Snap them up, quicker! See how Meredith is doing it?"

I would nod my head as best as I could in answer, but Rachel held my reins back with a firm grip that forced my head straight up, the drool now falling down my chin to my breasts. I could feel the liquid cool in the evening chill.

When finally the procession stopped, we were at the starting line. They had marched the three of us up alongside each other, with Becky in the middle, Meredith to her left, and me to the right. Clint stood a few feet in front of us, and announced loudly, "The race is about to begin. One mile in length. Around the corral, out to the pole and back, twice, ending here at the starting line. Betting is now closed. Good luck to you all!

"Jockeys, are you ready?"

I heard to response to the question. Also, I could no longer see the other two ponies , as my pulled back head and blinders only allowed me to see straight out in front of me. I heard Clint chant, "On your mark,........get set,...................GO!"

As soon as he had yelled go, I felt the bite of Rachel's whip tearing into my right thigh, and I jumped out with a start, jerking the sulky into motion. Meredith pulled in front of me right away, but I had no idea where Becky was. The boots made my gait very awkward, but I tried to remember Rachel's admonition about keeping a long stride, so I concentrated on settling into as long a gait as the boots would allow.

The weight of the sulky and rider was obvious from the instant I started to run, and with my arms bound behind me, I had to lean quite far forward to try and balance the load.

By the time we had rounded the corral, Meredith was a good ten feet in front of me, but I still had no idea where Becky was. My legs were starting to burn from the exertion of running and pulling the cart. The drool was now coming out of the sides of my mouth, and running back across my cheeks. I was breathing deeply already, but still I was trying to focus on my stride. I hadn't felt the sting of the whip since we started. Quick jerks on the reins would move my head in whatever direction Rachel wanted me to go, and I would pull in accord.

Meredith rounded the pole before me, and Rachel tore the reins to the left. I hugged the pole as closely as I could as we made the first turn and started back to the corral. Meredith had now increased her lead to about twenty feet. I caught sight of Becky after I had completed the turn. She was about thirty feet from the making the pole, and she was hobbling with a pronounced limp.

The rough uneven ground made the cart buck and bounce, pushing up and down on my harness. My calves were aching and my thighs were now on fire. I strained to keep the stride long, and watching hopelessly as Meredith increased her lead over me.

The crowd was cheering as we neared the corral. Everyone was up on their feet and shouting for their pony. It was then that I felt the tiny hook at the end of the whip as it caught me squarely between the shoulders twice in quick succession started to run harder as we reached the corral.

As I made the turn around the corral, Meredith had lost some of her lead on me. Another snap of the whip to my thigh spurred me to give more. As we headed back out to the pole for the final lap, we passed Becky, who was walking slowly back, with a broken expression on her face. I couldn't figure what had happened to her, but Rachel's whip made it painfully obvious that it was no concern of mine.

Meredith seemed to be tiring rapidly now as we reached the far pole for the last time. I caught up to about ten feet behind her at the turn. I saw the sweat streaming from her chest and ashen face as she made the final turn. As I came out of the turn and headed into the straightaway, the whop began to fall in a steady rhythmic staccato on my back. I pulled with all the strength I had remaining, in a vain attempt to outrun it's wicked barb.

With each and every stride I could see that I was gaining on the rapidly tiring Meredith. Her jockey was flailing away on her with a vicious fury, while Rachel kept her steady tempo on my back with her barbed whip. Each lash tore my back open a little more, the pain was numbing.

About twenty-five yards from the finish, I pulled alongside Meredith and her jockey. Rachel kept my reins pulled taut so I couldn't see Meredith any longer. She put more effort into my whipping. My lungs, legs and back were ablaze now in fiery pain. The spectators were all up on their feet cheering as wildly and loudly as they possibly could. I picked out Alicia in the crowd, standing stoically, without emoticon, and for a split second, I thought I caught a glimpse of my Master, Sir Campbell standing next to her, but it was only for the briefest of instants, and I wasn't sure. Tommy and Clint were yelling at the top of their voices, cheering me to victory. With a last hard lunge, I crossed the finish line, and the whipping immediately ceased.

Rachel reined me in to a slow walk, as we took, what I didn't know at the time was, a victory lap once around the corral. I passed by Becky sitting on a bench, Craig was untying her boots and tending to her leg. Meredith, meanwhile, was by the side of the fence vomiting violently from the strain and exertion.

When we once again reached the finish line, the crowd had all gathered around us, making further motion impossible. They were all congratulating Rachel on her victory. I was breathing heavily and dripping sweat, even in the cold night air. I could feel the blood on my ravaged back, and drool was pouring over my bit from my mouth as I gasped for the refreshing, cool, air. Alicia walked over and handed a trophy to Rachel as they all applauded her efforts. Then, she took a horseshoe of roses and placed it around my neck, paying absolutely no heed to the thorns cutting into my neck and shoulders.

I felt the sulky shift as Rachel climbed out. Ignoring the accolades, she strode over before me and caressed my heaving breasts, calming me down. She then loosened and removed the bit and bridle, finally allowing me to close my cramped mouth and swallow. She grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head forward to her face and kissed me deeply, passionately, her tongue probing the deepest recesses of my throat. I was gasping for air when she broke off the embrace. "I told you we could do it, cunt. Well done. Well done indeed."

"Quite impressive, Rachel," Alicia congratulated her. "You read your pony as if you had trained her for years. Might have had a slightly different outcome if Becky hadn't come up lame, but I'm not the sorry loser."

"Thank you Alicia," Rachel retorted. "It is a shame about Becky. I know how much training you've put into her, and Meredith as well. It would have been fun to see these two duke it out on that last straightaway."

"Yes. That would have been very sporting. Closely matched I dare to say. But you got everything thing from your pony she had to give, and then some. She showed me a lot more spirit and drive than I thought she was capable of."

It was an odd feeling, standing there, breathing hard, listening to these two women discussing me as if I was an inanimate object. I knew better than to speak, however, and besides, I was still trying to catch my breath and slow my pounding heart. "......so I would like to see her wearing the chin bars," Rachel's voice bringing me back to the present. "I think it would greatly highlight and augment the clasp in her septum when she is seen in public, and it would surely compliment the labial and breast piercings when she is naked."

"Sir Campbell handed her over to me completely, Rachel. To do with as I see fit, so I see absolutely no reason not to pierce her. I don't have that steel, though. In fact, I've never seen what you're describing even done before."

"I have that steel in my gear. It's not brand new, but an autoclave would make that alright. I took it from a pony that I retired to wet nursing a few months ago. She is too old to race, so she didn't need it anymore"

"Then let's do it now. The guests can watch. Then we'll get to the single tail demonstration after.

"May I have everyone's attention please," Alicia called out. "In recognition of her victory, Rachel and I are going to pierce sara with a lower jaw chin piercing. We will place it through the bottom of her mouth. Two rods, one on each side of the tongue, connected to each other with a cross bar. It will be bolted from the inside."

"So,"Rachel said, "I'll go and get the steel. Why don't you have Clint set up the autoclave while you prep sara? Where should we do it?"

"I'd like as many people as possible to see it, so the house is no good. Too tight. I guess we could use the corral. The lights are definitely strong enough for everyone to see what we're doing, don't you think?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine."

While Rachel went for my new steel, Alicia and Tommy got me detached from the sulky and all my pony gear. When I was once again naked, Alicia took me into the house and upstairs for a shower. "Scrub yourself really well. Get rid of all the dirt and sweat, and make sure you use an anti-bacterial soap on your face and under your chin," Alicia admonished me.

After I had dried off with a fresh clean towel, Alicia and I went back out to the corral, where we saw a bondage chair set in the middle. Becky, Meredith and Craig were sitting at the foot of the chair, vying for the best view of the impending piercing.

Tommy and Alicia set about strapping me into the chair, starting with my ankles, then below the knees, across the thighs and waist, above and below my breasts, my wrists, elbows and shoulders. After I was all strapped down, they pulled my hair back by my hair and clamped it in a vise at the back of the chair. I felt a strap pass across my forehead and get buckled in. Alicia grabbed me by both sides of my head and tried to shake me head, but the straps held it secure. Tommy placed a dental clamp in my mouth, forcing my jaws as wide open as they could go, then he fastened the wing nuts.

Fear was gripping me as I saw Clint arrive a few minutes later with a case, which he set out of my view on a small table behind the chair. Opening it, he removed a bottle of alcohol, which he poured on my throat and under my jaw. He then wiped the area with sterile swabs soaked in alcohol. After he finished that, he opened a bottle of Betadyne solution and swabbed it all around under my chin for close to a minute. In the cold night air it felt freezing cold. I felt my nipples shrink painfully.

"She's all prepped, Alicia. We're ready to go."

Rachel pulled on a pair of latex gloves from the case and removed an extremely heavy gauge needle from the case behind me. I heard some of the guests gasp when they saw it. She held it before my eyes, allowing it's girth to sink into my mind.

Many guests had closed in around us to watch the goings on, but I didn't watch them. I couldn't take my eyes from the needle that would soon be pushed through the bottom of my mouth. "What I'm going to do," Rachel announced, "is to place this needle alongside sara's tongue and then push it down and through under her chin. In that hole I will set the first post, which will be locked in place from inside her mouth. I will repeat that same procedure on the other side of her tongue. Then, when the two posts are secured, I will connect them, under her chin, with a rod that will be screwed together. This appliance makes an excellent place for reins to pass through and it gives the jockey far more control over the pony's head, and makes communication between th jockey and the pony much clearer."

Rachel turned her back on the audience and faced me once again. The cool night air had caused me to break out in goose bumps, but as cold as I was, I could feel the sweat beading up on my brow and dripping from my underarms. I felt myself trembling as she reached into my mouth and shoved my tongue to one side. I felt her lining up the needle in the floor of my mouth, the sharp prick of the tip tentatively probing for them perfect spot. The next thing I knew, and white heat tore through my mouth as Rachel, with tremendous force, shoved the through the floor of my mouth and out under my chin. As I screamed and wrenched at the straps holding me to the chair, I tasted blood in my mouth.

Clint handed a post to Rachel, and she worked it back and forth into the hole, following the needle as it was pulled out. When she had the post in position, Rachel passed the needle back to Clint, and took a locknut at screwed it onto the post from inside. I felt the skin pinch as the rod was tightened into place.

Rachel was presented with a second needle, which she again so cruelly forced me to look at, and she repeated the piercing on the other side of my tongue. After she had tightened the second post into the soft flesh under my chin, Clint gave her the horizontal rod that would connect the two posts. She placed it on the posts and took an allen wrench to lock it into position.

When the piercing was complete, Clint handed Rachel some sterile sponges, which she packed into my mouth all around my tongue. "This type of piercing can bleed for some time," Rachel announced to the audience. It's very important that you keep a watch on it so your slave doesn't choke on the blood or the packings." They all took a hand in unbinding my straps and removing the dental clamp. I was helped to my feet as applause broke out from the guests.

SARA

By: Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 5

" The single tail demonstration will begin in ten minutes," Tommy announced. It will be staged in the center of the corral."

"I really regret your winning, cunt," Alicia hissed into my ear. "I so wanted to watch you dance to the kiss of the whip, but rules are rules. Besides, we still have a few more days with you at home before Sir Campbell retrieves you, so I might just give the kids an opportunity to practice their technique on you!"

I shuddered at the implication of her threat. I had never experienced a single tail whipping myself, but I had seen first hand the terrible damage it could inflict on a slave's body. The kind of marks it left had to have been bought and paid for with extreme pain.

Tommy was setting two poles into some concrete footings that were in the ground in the middle of the corral. The poles were about eight feet tall, and were placed about eight feet apart. As he was bolting them in place with a wrench, I saw Becky entering the corral., alone, and naked. An Ace bandage bound her ankle, but her limp was still quite pronounced. She walked over to where Tommy was finishing up with the poles, and waited patiently, her head bowed, for what she knew was going to come.

A few moments later, Alicia joined her in the corral, carrying leather cuffs and straps, which she dropped at her daughter's feet. "Put them on," she barked!

Becky bent over, picked up the cuffs, and buckled them to her wrists and ankles. She then bent and got the straps, and held them out to her mother, in offering. Alicia took them without a word.

Tommy had finished up with the securing of the whipping poles, and Becky walked over and stood between them, without being told to. She had, quite obviously, been here before. Alicia tied a strap to her left wrist cuff, and standing on a milk crate, she tied it to the ring in the top of the pole. When she did the same thing with Becky's right wrist, she pulled it so tight that Becky's arms were drawn hard apart in opposite directions, and the girl was weeping softly.

Alicia tied the straps to the ankle cuffs as well, spreading her daughter's legs wide apart. You could see the muscles and ligaments in her groin bulging under the pressure and strain. When she was tightly bound, Alicia held Becky's face by her chin, and spit directly into her face. Then unceremoniously, she turned on her heels and left her there, alone, trembling in fright, awaiting her fate.

The entire crowd had fallen silent in witness to this emotional display between a mother and her offspring, and it wasn't until I saw Clint walk through the gate into the corral, naked, with a bullwhip that I fully grasped what was about to happen. Everyone had stood up, and they were all watching with great intensity as Clint positioned himself before the grotesquely stretched offering of Becky. Clint spun around and gave the whip two fast snaps so all could hear it's menacing sound.

"As you all are aware," he began, "the single tail, when used by a well trained and practiced hand, can deliver the most delicate and sensuous kiss, or it can split the skin deeply, drawing blood, with an equal degrees of effort. It can be used to tease and taunt, or even to tickle the slave, while making her squirm, trying to anticipate when it will cut. If handled properly, it can stir just a hint of a breeze, as the tip misses the target by the smallest of degrees. Or, it can wrap itself completely around the body, causing burning pain.

"Observe!" Clint took a few steps forward, eyeing the distance between himself and his sister. Then, with blinding speed, a flip of his wrist sent the whip lashing forward, and snapping within an inch or so of Alicia's face. A collective gasp escaped from the audience. Alicia didn't even blink.

Clint recoiled the whip in his right hand, and turned back to face the helplessly resigned form tied between the poles. He starred into her eyes until, hopelessly, she nodded her assent. Dropping the coils to the ground, he waited until her eyes re-opened once again and met his stare. Mustering her strength, Becky held her eyes on his, as he raised his arm slowly, and sent the tip of the whip out, cracking a mere inch above her pouting pussy. A sharp chirp was the only sound she made, when the realization hit her that he hadn't even made contact with her delicate skin. Urine streamed from her grotesquely spread legs, but no one laughed or even drew attention to it. Everyone empathized with the young girl's fear.

The whip curled back at the feet of it's handler, as Clint held her eyes in his. An almost indiscernible nod came from Becky, and the whip flew to the target, her left breast, just above the nipple. A bone chilling shriek filled the air as a crimson line appeared, about two inches in length. From where I stood, I was sure I could see blood droplets forming on the rapidly swelling welt.

Clint didn't pause now, the whip danced across the poor girl's body in reckless abandon. Stripes began appearing on her stomach, thighs, breasts and under her arms, some on either side of her open cleft as fast as the whip could fly. Her buttocks and back were equally striped, as Clint's mastery of the wrap around was demonstrated as well. She sang to him with her screams, until her voice was too sore, too raspy to carry. Not once did she ever beg for mercy, but I was sure he wouldn't have granted it even if she had. He didn't stop or even ebb the flow of the whip's cruel gifts, worshiping her body with it's fiery kiss. Sweat poured from Clint's forehead as he put his back into the whipping, not stopping until Becky hung limp from her wrists in her bonds, no longer able to feel the whip, adrift in her all-consuming pain.

Meredith walked into the corral carrying a pail of water and a towel. She handed the towel to her uncle, and threw the cold water on her sister, reviving her with a start. Becky screamed in shock and shivered noticeably as the cold water stung her ravaged body. Applause greeted Becky as she joined the world of consciousness. Tommy came out and helped Meredith untie the sobbing girl and wrap her in a blanket. Clint picked up his niece in his strong arms and carried her out of the corral and into the house. "That should have been you," Craig whispered in my ear as he grabbed me by the arm, directing me towards the house, "not Becky. If she hadn't turned up lame, ......." I offered no retort by way of protest. I just followed the pressure of his hand as he lead me back up the porch stairs and into the house.

Only a few of the guests followed us into the house. The majority said their goodbyes to Tommy and Alicia outside. Clint laid Becky on the couch and Meredith draped a clean sheet over her trembling body and went to fetch another blanket for her sister. Clint went back outside to say goodbye to the guests.

Meredith placed the blanket over the sheet and knelt by Becky's head, stroking her soaking wet hair and trying to comfort her with her soothing words, "You did real well, Becky. Mama's proud of you." Can I getcha some water?"

Becky shook her head slightly through her sobs, but didn't speak. Meredith continued cooing to her, calming her, and waiting for the racking sobs to subside. As she was doing this, Craig walked up behind me, and grabbed my hair, twisting me around, and pushing me to my knees, where I was face to face with his stiff cock. "Open," he commanded, and he introduced his manhood into my mouth ever so slowly and deliberately.

It seemed to keep going, over my lips and tongue, and towards the back of my throat, not stopping until his musty pubic hair was tickling my nose. He held himself there, not pumping, just stuffing my face. "Look at me," he ordered. I opened my eyes and looked up into his face, as he coughed up a thick wad of phlegm and slowly let it drip down into my face. Meredith stopped her ministrations and crawled over to join him, spitting in my face and slapping my breasts with an open hand.

I fought hard against my gag reflex as the big cock just lay in my mouth. Craig kept spitting into my face and eyes, and Meredith kept slapping my breasts, seemingly mesmerized at their jiggling. Tears welled up in my eyes as Craig pinched my nose, making it impossible to breath. "Don't pull away, bitch. I control you. I decide when you can breathe."

Panic started to consume me as my lungs started burning for fresh air. Craig could see how much I was agonizing over pulling away from him and inhaling some fresh air, while fighting, at the same time, the pressure in my lungs from holding in the stale air. All at once, Craig ripped his cock from my mouth and let go of my nose at the same time, allowing me to gasp for air. Retching violently, I sucked in air as Craig grabbed me by the back of my head and slammed his cock back down my throat. Meredith pinched my nostrils this time as I gagged on the hard flesh. Spit and phlegm oozed from the corners of my mouth as I tried to pull away for air, but Craig's grip was firm, and he alone controlled my breathing. Again he pulled away without warning, allowing me to breath and spit up at the same time, but once again, before I could catch my breath, or control my breathing, he rammed his cock home once again.

Some of the guests had come over to us and were watching the spectacle, urging him on with comments like, "Make her puke," and "Piss down her throat," and "We all get a turn when you're done."

Meredith was still pinching my nose off, so my breasts were unattended, but not for long. Tommy pulled off his belt and started whipping me with the buckled end, hard. The big steel buckle punishing me as he beat me hard. Someone put his hands on the back of my head, forcing my face against Craig's flat stomach. I was writhing and twisting, desperately trying to get free for air. Meredith let go of my nose to allow me to breath, when suddenly, before Craig could pull away again, and I retched. Mucous and bile poured out my nose and the corners of my stuffed mouth, tears streaming down my face, and he came in my eyes.

He was replaced by another cock, this one belonging to a short fat balding man who smelled terribly. His cock was small, maybe three inches when hard, but his massive beer belly was covered in a thick mat of long curly black hair, which went up my nose and into my eyes. He fucked my mouth as hard as he could, while Tommy kept beating my breasts. He had no endurance, and came in my mouth right away. A woman lifted her dress before me, displaying a flabby lower belly with a thick bar through her clitoral hood. She shoved her sex into my face, grinding it in as I lapped at the folds. Someone mounted me from the rear, driving into my dry ass, but my scream was muffled by the flabby pussy covering my mouth.

This treatment continued in a seemingly endless procession of cocks, cunts, and assholes, demanding oral worship, while my ass was raped repeatedly and my breasts were beaten black and blue with the belt buckle. Cum dripped off my face, down my chin, mingling with the vomit and mucous that I had been spewing from the throat fuckings. My ass was ablaze in burning pain, stretched and torn from the relentless assault. At one point, someone even tried to stuff an unopened quart bottle of beer inside me.

Finally, it was over. Craig placed his boot in between my shoulder blades and shoved me to the floor, onto my throbbing breasts and into the "mess" I had made. "So, what do You think, Campbell," I heard Alicia ask, "Somewhat improved?

Completely stunned, I heard my Master reply, "Yes Alicia. It's remarkable. I would never have thought it possible. You know how sure I was that she could never endure this and rise up through it. I was certain I would be removing her steel and sending her away. But now You've made her into just what I want. You have my most sincere thanks."

I wanted very badly to look up from the floor and see my Master, but I knew better, and stayed where I was. He would tell me what He wanted, and my place was to wait.

"I'll meet you at My house in two more days, and then she'll be ready to go. I still have a few things I'd like her to experience. I just wanted you to see first hand the progress she has made, and I thought this would be as good a place as any for You to see her."

"You were right as usual," Sir Campbell said, and I heard Him kiss Her on the cheek. "I'll see you in a couple of days then."

My heart sank He just walked out of the living room at onto the porch, without so much as a touch or a word of recognition to me, as I lay on the floor in the cum and my own puke. Tears welled up in my eyes until I remembered that He said I was just what He wanted, and then I felt my heart swell with pride.

"Meredith," Alicia broke my revery, "take the cunt outside and hose her off, then lock her in the toolbox in my truck. Craig and I will help Becky into the cab. We'll wait for you there."

"Yes, mama.

"Follow me, cunt," she ordered, giving me a quick kick to the thigh to prod me on. I pushed myself up onto all fours, and followed her outside to the side of the house, where a garden hose sat on it's caddy.

Meredith hosed me from head to foot, the cold water stinging my badly beaten breasts. She aimed the hose at my mouth and said, "Open up!" The force of the water caused me to close my mouth in reflex, but I opened it again quickly. She washed out my mouth, then had me bend over so she could clean out my pussy and asshole as well. The night air was chilly, and I was shaking when she finally stopped and shut off the hose. She cuffed my hands behind my back and lead me to Alicia's pickup truck, and helping me up on the bed, she opened the toolbox and waited while I folded myself in. She closed the lid, and I heard the lock turn.

The cold metal of the toolbox caused me to shiver even more violently. I had no idea how long I was in the truck before I heard the doors open up and close. Once the engine started, the truck lurched forward, knocking me around in the cramped toolbox.

I sensed when the truck pulled up the rutted dirt road that lead to Alicia's house. We bounced along the road for a few minutes, and then the ruck stopped and I heard the engine turned off. The doors opened and closed, and I was left waiting. But no one came and unlocked the toolbox. Quickly it dawned on me that I was going to spend the night in the toolbox, shivering, cramped and aching. My hands had already gone numb from the metal handcuffs Meredith had used. My legs and back were begging to be straightened out. But that was not to be.

At some point I must have fallen off to sleep, because I awoke bathed in sweat. The sun had come up and was beating on the bed of the truck with a ferocity that was enhanced by the glossy black paint on the toolbox. The sweat on my chest burned the cuts on my breasts and my parched mouth and cracked lips longed for water. Time seemed to stand still, as the toolbox itself began to get hot to the touch. I squirmed a bit, trying to avoid touching it, when my left ass cheek brushed against it. I jerked away in pained reflex, only to touch it again with my arm and face. I forced myself to lay as still as I could, not touching the top or sides of this oven I was slowly cooking in. Sweat covered my body, but my mouth and tongue were completely dry. I started to cry, but no tears came to my eyes. I started to believe that I might die, when I felt the truck dip under the weight of someone hopping into the bed. I heard a key turn in the lock and the lid was pushed open. My eyes closed in the bright sunlight, so I wasn't sure who had come to let me out.

When my eyes had adjusted to the light, I looked up to see no one there. I worked my way up onto my knees and peered out of the box to see Alicia and her brood sitting in the shade, on the porch, drinking tall cool drinks, and watching me. "Come here, cunt," Alicia called.

Gingerly I straightened up, feeling the cramps in my thighs, calves, and back intensify. I stepped over the rim of the toolbox and put my foot down on the burning hot bed, instantly jerking it up. "I want you to walk off the truck, cunt. If you run, we'll put you back in the box for the rest of the day," Alicia threatened.

I put my foot down and instantly felt the searing heat burning my foot. Gathering all of my strength and willpower, I lifted my other foot out and started walking across the scalding sunbaked metal. My feet burned terribly, but I fought against the urge to dance and run. When I reached the tailgate, I jumped down onto the hard packed earth, got down on my hands and knees and crawled on all fours to the porch.

My mouth was parched and dry and my aching body felt every little rock and stone as I crawled over to the wooden steps that lead to the porch. As I reached the top step, I saw a big pan of water with ice cubes floating in it on the floor at Alicia's feet. She sensed my deep craving for the water, but she waited before speaking.

"That water looks nice and refreshing, doesn't it, cunt?"

"Yes, Alicia. I'm so thirsty. Please.......please may I have a drink?"

"You may, on one condition."

"Anything, Alicia. Anything. Please."

"You must kneel at Becky's feet and ask her to forgive you for last night, and then you must ask her to whip you tonight in the barn. If she agrees, then you may drink. You will also be allowed to eat, shower and rest for the day."

Quickly I crawled to where Becky was sitting in a rustic rocky chair, lazily rocking herself back and forth. Kneeling on my haunches, I looked up into her eyes, and pleaded, "Becky, please forgive me for winning the race last night. I'm so sorry that you sprained your ankle and lost. If I had only known what was going to happen I would have begged to take your place. Please whip me tonight. You've never whipped me. Please, I beg you."

Becky's angry gaze met mine and held it. Locked on, and burning intensity as she spoke, and never blinked. Drink and eat your fill. Bathe and rest all you want. Tonight I will make you bleed!"

SARA

CHAPTER 6

WELCOME HOME, SLAVE

Alicia remained true to her word. I spent the rest of the afternoon languishing in a warm bath of gentle suds and bath oils. Meredith shampooed my hair twice, and carefully brushed it out as it dried. I fell into a deep sleep on the front porch swing, Meredith's head in my naked lap, after having ravenously devoured a sumptuous lunch prepared by Alicia.

It was late in the afternoon by the time I was awakened by an urgent need to pee. Meredith lay right where she was, so I nudged her lightly, “Meredith,” I cooed, “I have to go pee. I'll be right back.”

Dreamily she stood up, stretching her arms straight up over her head, she responded, “Let me come with you. I want to watch.”

She took my hand and lead me, not inside, but down the porch steps and across the field to the woods. Wordlessly, she lay down on her back. My quizzical stare prompted her to say, “My mouth is your toilet, sara, please use it.”

Startled, I hesitated for a moment, then straddled her face. “Please look down at me while I drink from you,” she requested.

I turned around so I could watch her face as I squirted over her. A dark yellow stream of hot urine gushed out immediately, and the young girl struggled to swallow as much as she could. I watched as it washed across her face, splashing into her open eyes. A solid twenty seconds passed before I stopped going. Meredith lifted her head and licked me clean. I felt her soft tongue probing from my anus to my clit and back. When she was satisfied with her clean up efforts, she sprung up with the agility of a gymnast, and grabbing my hand, we raced back to the house. Upon reaching the front porch, she stopped running and turned to me, saying, “I hafta go shower, or mama won't let me in the house. She hates it when I smell like pee at dinner. “Then, awkwardly, she added, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Meredith. Anything.”

“You know Becky wasn't kidding when she said she was gonna make you bleed tonight in the barn, right?”

“That's what she said, Meredith.”

“But she didn't tell you how she's gonna do it, did she?”

“No. Why?”

“I promised her and Mama I wouldn't tell, sara, so I gotta keep my promise. But I can tell ya that it's gonna be real neat. Something I've never seen before.” And with that stark revelation, she turned heeled and skipped over to the barn to hose herself off. Leaving me in nervous anticipation of the unknown fate that awaited me in just a few hours time.

I sat back on the porch swing and pulled the blanket over me, as a chill ran through me, raising goose bumps down my back and arms and a shudder from head to toe. Watching Meredith wash herself off with the cold water and singing merrily did nothing to hold back the flood of images entering my brain. Everyone seemed to by in on what was going to occur, except me, of course. Meredith was excited about seeing something she had never seen before, so I rationalized that a whipping couldn't be it. I closed my eyes to block out the world, and awoke to a sensation of a delicate hand on my shoulder, and a soft voice saying, “It's time for supper, sara. Wake up.”

Still groggy from by nap, it took me a moment to focus on Craig, who was softly whispering, “Time to get up.” He extended his hand and helped me up from the swing. Across his arm was a lovely Japanese silk kimono, which he helped me put on. It was inky black with many ornate traditional Japanese designs in bold reds, yellows and greens adorning it. He took my arm and lead me through the front door and through the living room into the dining room, which had been set up as if they were expecting guests. A dark green linen tablecloth covered the large wooden table, which had been set with fine china and silverware. Candles on the wall sconces and in candle stick holders on the table, lit the room in a soft light, casting reflective shadows across the walls and ceiling. Craig guided me to the seat just to the right of the head of the table, where Alicia was sitting already. Waiting.

The meal was exquisite. Baked ham, candied yams, mashed potatoes, fresh string beans, and a crisp garden salad, all served with a lovely white zinfandel. The table side banter brisk and energetic, and mostly focused on how much everyone was going to miss me when I left in the morning to return to the city, and my Master.

As the main course was ending, Alicia said, “Craig, I want you and Meredith to clear the table and load the dishwasher. Becky, you go get the coffee and bring out the dessert.”

“With an enthusiastic “Yes, Mama,” the three kids stood at once, and set about their appointed tasks. Alicia sipped at her wine and softly spoke; “I've known your owner for many years, sara. In fact, he was my owner for five years. Before I had the kids.”

A look of shock broadcast from my face at this news, and Alicia picked up on it at once, laughing as she added, “No, sara. He isn't their father, but his older brother was. The kids are his nieces and nephew.”

It hit me at that instant how little I actually knew about my Owner. I knew His age, 56, and that was about it really. I had no knowledge about His family, whether He had ever been married, had kids, or anything like that. Becky brought out the dessert, a delicious peach Melba, and we all sat enjoying the tasty treat.

When the coffee was through, Alicia stood and announced, “We'll leave the dishes for later. Meredith, you take sara upstairs and prepare her for us. Becky and Craig will go get everything ready in the barn. We should be all set to start in about twenty minutes or so.”

We all got up from the table, and followed our instructions. I followed Meredith upstairs and into her bedroom. She slipped the kimono off my shoulders, and hung it respectfully on a hangar before placing it in the closet. She had me sit at the make up table, and she applied lip gloss to my lips. Standing back, she observed, “I'm just going to add a little blush to your face and areolas for a subtle effect. Your eyes are fine the way they are, so we don't have to do anything with them.”

She tickled my nipples with the brush, slightly darkening the tips of my breasts, which were rock hard now. Then she danced the brush across my cheeks. “We're about set here, sara,” she said. “We just need the wrist and ankle cuffs, stockings, garter belt and heels and we'll be ready to go. I'm so excited,” she added gleefully.

I sat on the tufted bench as she slipped a luxuriant pair of back seamed back stockings on my feet and slid them up to my thighs. Then she put the garter belt on me from behind, and fastened the stockings to the belt. The shoes had four inch heels and a thick leather strap that went around my ankle, holding them firmly in place. Next came the all too familiar black leather ankle and wrist cuffs, which she buckled tightly, checking each one as she was done.

“Stand up, please, sara.”

I stood, and felt my balance slip on the heels, but regained my composure quickly, it had been a while since I was in shoes like these, but I felt an odd sense of calm sweep over meas Meredith locked my wrists behind my back, and we went out of the bedroom and down the stairs, heading for the barn.

When we reached the barn, Meredith stopped at the door, and said, “Please excuse me for this, sara, but it's what Mama wants,” and with that, she pulled a black satin pillowcase over my head, blinding me completely. “Wait here.”

I heard her open the barn door and close it, leaving me outside. A few minutes passed, not too many, and the door opened again. A hand grabbed be by the clasps that hang from my pierced breasts, drawing me inside. I was walked into the barn, and then pulled to stop. No one was speaking, and I stood there for a few minutes, my mind whirling frantically in anticipation.

Suddenly, the pillowcase was pulled of my head, and I found myself looking at Alicia, Craig, and Meredith. Becky was standing at my side, the pillowcase still dangling in her hand. Alicia stood, and said, “As you know, sara, you were sent here by your Owner, Sir Campbell, to be trained and brought up to His standards. You have done well, and we are all very proud of you. Tonight, I am handing you over to Becky, to do with as it pleases her. She has some rather delightful plans for you. When she is done, you will sleep in the bed in the guest room, and tomorrow morning, you will be returned to your Master in New York. Have you anything to say before Becky begins?”

It took me a second to collect my thoughts. Excitement at going back to Sir Campbell, mixed with pride over Alicia's praise of my training, mixed with trepidation over what Becky had planned all made my mind a blank. Finally, I just stammered out, “Thank You, Goddess Alicia, for all You have shown me. And thank you as well to Craig and Meredith for all they did for me. And especially to Alicia, for what she is about to do for me. I hope I can meet her expectations.”

Alicia made no comment to my remarks, she just looked over at her daughter and nodded her assent. Becky went over to a vase on the table next to her mother, and I saw that it held a dozen red long stemmed roses. She plucked them from the vase ion a swift irreverent motion and held them before my eyes. “Your Master sent these for you, to show you how happy He is with your training. But I think He also wants me to test you with the as well. Now........KNEEL!”

I knelt at her feet, head bowed. She spread the roses out on the floor in front of me, and taking hold of my shoulders, she laid me down on my chest in the thorny stems. Instantly I felt the sharp thorns pricking me soft skin in many places. I squirmed instinctively trying to minimize the pain. Becky, of course, sensed this, and stepped with her bare feet on my back, mashing my chest and belly into the agonizing thorns. Tears welled in my eyes as I bit my lip, trying to hold back the scream that was building inside me.

Finally, she stepped off, and pulled me back up on my knees. Several of the stems were hanging from me, the thorns still imbedded in my breasts and stomach. She pulled them off, one at a time. I glanced down and saw blood drops growing out of the multiple holes the thorns made.

I felt her unlock my wrists, and she lead me to a wooden sawhorse. She bent me over the horse, and clipped the wrist and ankle cuffs to the legs of the horse. The backs of my thighs and my buttocks inviting her attention. “I would like everyone to participate at this point,” she said. “She is to receive five strokes from each of you with this dowel rod. Let's see if someone can break it!. Meredith, you're first.”

Meredith stepped forward and took the rod from her sister. I saw it out of the corner of my eye and it was a hefty one, about 3/4 of an inch in diameter and about three feet long. It would take some effort to break that I thought.

Meredith stood behind me and a bit off to the side. “You don't have to count for me, sara. But I do want you to thank me properly after each one, okay?”

“Yes, or course, Meredith,” I answered, trying to muster my courage. I heard the swish as the rod was whipped through the air, cutting across the backs of both of my thighs at the same time. I screamed and pulled at the cuffs holding me bent over the horse. “Th...thank you, Meredith,” I remembered. Immediately, another lash cut my legs, an inch or two higher than the first, and I was screaming and twisting in a futile attempt to get away. “Thank you,........Meredith.”

Her last three lashes came in rapid firs succession, giving me no time to thank her, but they were so sever and harsh that I was screaming uncontrollably.

When I had calmed down, I realized Meredith was waiting for my thank you, so I said, “Thank you very much Meredith.”

“Mom, you're next,” Becky announced.

Alicia sat for a moment, waiting until I lifted my head and looked over to her. Then, she slowly got up from her chair, and took the proffered rod from Becky. “It will not be necessary for you to count or thank me, sara.”

“Yes, Goddess,” I answered her.

I felt the rod lightly touching my buttocks as she lined up the rod, gauging her stance. She gave me four very hard very fast cuts, all seeming to be in the same place. My screams filled the barn, as Becky exclaimed, “You drew blood, mama. Only four lashes and you drew blood!”

My backside was ablaze in white hot fiery pain. And fear gripped me, knowing she had one last lash coming to her. I wondered where she was aiming, as she hit me as hard as she could in the exact same spot as the first four lashes and landed.

Sweat was burning my tear filled eyes, drool fell from my screaming mouth, as I lay limp over the horse. “Craig, your turn.”

I didn't think I could take the five Craig had in store for me. My body was shaking as I lay there, waiting for it to begin. A hand grabbed my hair, jerking my head up, so that I was face to face with Craig's erect penis. “I'm gonna stuff this down your throat while I whip you, sara, and I'd better not feel your teeth even a little bit. Understood?”

“Y...yes, Craig,” I replied, opening my mouth as wide as my position would allow. Ever so slowly, he introduced himself into my mouth, pushing my tongue down, probing for the back of my throat. When he was satisfied with his invasion, he raised the rod, and brought down on the top of my left cheek. I struggled to keep my mouth open, screaming around his stiff cock. He pulled out, and rammed himself in deep, whipping my right cheek as his pubic hair covered my nose. He timed the last three blows with his thrusts, and came on the fifth blow, his hot seed shooting down the back of my throat.

An audible slurping sound emitted from my mouth as he pulled out. Becky undid the cuffs and had me kneel on a high table that was against one of the poles that supported the barn, the rough wood chafing my bleeding ass. She took her time and meticulously bound me to the pole, at my waist, above and below my breasts, at my elbows, and at my crotch and knees.

She turned her back on me when she was through binding me to the pole, kneeling on the table, about four feet off the floor. I saw her pick something up, and hide it behind her back. “Remember what I told you, sara?”

“Yes, Becky. You said you were going to make me bleed.”

“That's right. But have you guessed how I'm gonna do it?”

“No, Becky. I haven't”

“Did Meredith tell you?”

“I didn't Becky. I didn't,” Meredith blurted out, looking to me for collaboration.

“She didn't Becky. I really don't know what you have planned.”

A sinister smile slowly lit up her face, as she pulled a scalpel from behind her. “I'm going to cut you, sara. Scar you. Mark you forever.”

I felt a cold chill and shivered at the thought, as she held the sharp blade in front of me, allowing it's savage abilities to sink in. “I'm going to carve your Owners initials into your pubic mound, forever marking you as His.” She paused a moment, and added, Have you anything to say?”

I took a deep breath to calm my beating heart, and said, “Thank you, Becky. I'm sure it will please Sir Campbell greatly.”

She nodded and then sat on a stool, so that she could get close to my mound. My fear wouldn't allow me to look down, but I felt the cold alcohol wipes as she prepped the area. Then, a burning sensation as the knife cut into me. I was powerless to move, her bonds held me fast to the hard post., but my head thrashed back and forth as I screamed as she cut me.

The slicing continued for a few minutes and then stopped. Becky paused as she held up a piece of flesh she had cut out of my mound. “Open,” she commanded. Bile rose from my stomach when I realized what it was she wanted, demanded. Sheepishly, I opened my mouth, and she placed the bloody strip of my flesh in my mouth. “Chew it, and swallow it!”

I bit down lightly, feeling the sinewy flesh tearing under my teeth. I swallowed it, trying to not think of what I had just eaten. Becky went back to cutting me, and feeding me my own flesh. At long last, “I'm done,” she proclaimed. “Come look, Mama!”

Alicia, Craig and Meredith crowded around my mound looking at the initials that had been carved deeply into me. Meredith wiped my mouth with a paper towel, and I saw the blood that it picked up. Alicia was busy bandaging the freshly cut wound and applying an antiseptic ointment.

“This will take a good deal of aftercare on your part, sara,” Alicia said, as she was taping some gauze over the cuts. “It will take a while for the scabs to form. When they do, you must pick them off. At least two or three times, in order that they don't heal too fast. It will make the scars much more prominent.”

“I will do as You wish, Alicia,” I answered, as Meredith undid my straps. Craig was supporting me under my armpits as I got down off the table. My rubbery legs wouldn't support my weight, so he scooped me up in his arms and carried me back to the house and upstairs to bed. As he covered me he bent and gingerly kissed me on my forehead, saying, “tomorrow you go home sara. Tomorrow you'll be back with your Owner.”

SARA

CHAPTER 7

THE SLAVE GOES HOME

by Charles E. Campbell

I slept fairly well. I mean, I slept fairly well if you took into consideration the whipping I had received and the cutting I had endured. My mound throbbed in a heavy pulse, but Alicia had given me some Tylenol with codeine before taking me to the guest bedroom, so it wasn't unbearable. Of course I didn't fall asleep very quickly, between my anticipation of seeing my owner again, and wondering if He would approve of my new scars, my mind was far too active to succumb to the fatigue that claimed my body. But once I did finally drift off, I slept right through until morning.

Alicia woke me with her gently caressing my hair, and cooing, “Time to get up, sara. Your Master is waiting for you to come home.”

My ascent from the depths of dreamland was both gradual and pleasant. As my consciousness became evident to Alicia, She whispered, “you need to get showered and have Becky change your dressings before breakfast, sara. You'll be leaving in a little over an hour.”

I sat up and hugged her with a spontaneous enthusiasm, and whimpered softly, “Thank You, Goddess, for all You have shown me. I will strive to be the slave that Sir Campbell requires”

“I know you will sara. You're much improved from what you were.”

I took a hot shower, and lay down on the bed as Alicia watched Becky remove the bandages on my pussy mound and inspected the deep cuts she had carved into my belly. “I see no signs of infection, Mom, but she needs to pay close attention to see that it doesn't start.”

Alicia took a close look at the cuts and said, “You'll need to change the dressings twice a day, and always after you shower, sara. Peel off whatever scabs form for the first two weeks, and it will be a bold emblem of your Master's ownership of you.”

Becky dressed the wounds and then taking my hand, she escorted me, naked, down to the kitchen, where we found the other two children waiting for us. A light breakfast of cantaloupe and honeydew slices, hot buttered croissants, jellies, juice and coffee waited for us. Most of the table conversation revolved around what it was like to live in New York City. I got the distinct impression that they never ventured very far from their pristine rural sanctuary.

An awkward lull in the conversation indicated to me that my time with them was about through. We all seemed to sense it, but it was Alicia who took the cue. She stood and said, I know that I speak for all of us when I say that we have all learned a great deal from your time here with us, sara. I hope that Sir Campbell will bring you back to visit with us again sometime.”

I thanked them all sincerely, and after heartfelt hugs and kisses were exchanged, Alicia said good bye, and walked out of the kitchen. Craig and Becky followed her lead and trailed out behind her, leaving only Meredith with me. My perplexed and quizzical expression prompted her to say, “you arrived here naked, sara, and naked is how you will leave. Just walk back down the driveway. You will be met at the road, and taken back to your home. She gave me a very brief and very tight squeeze, and sprinted from the room.

I walked slowly out of the kitchen and through the living room. When I reached the front door I half turned, expecting to see them once more, but I knew they weren't watching me. I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch and looked out on the dark foreboding sky, engulfed in thick black clouds whipped into a frenzy by the strong wind tearing through the trees.

I never looked back as I retraced my steps down the long winding drive, and I didn't become self conscious about my naked state until I was at the bottom of the driveway, almost at the road. Choosing the thickest pine tree I could find, I crouched down behind it and waited for my Master. Or at least that was what I thought.

Only two cars passed by me on this secluded stretch of two lane road as I cowered in the shadows listening to the wind in the pines. I was confident the cars hadn't noticed me in my hiding place. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, an old blue Dodge van, resplendent with graffiti

came bouncing down the road trailing a plume of oily blue exhaust. I crouched even lower behind my tree as the van slowed down and pulled head first into the end of the driveway about twenty feet.

Two seedy looking men emerged from the van stretching and yawning. The driver of the van was the taller of the two, about forty years old and very thin, a half burned cigarette dangled from his lips. His partner was a younger Hispanic man, early twenties. His wife beater shirt exposing multiple tattoos. A satiny black doo rag was tied tightly around his head. The driver casually flicked his cigarette out into the street, while the Hispanic man opened the rear doors of the van. From where I was hiding, I wasn't able to see inside the van. The older man scanned the woods for a few moments, then he called out, “Don't think I'm gonna wait all day for you, sara. Either you git over here now, or you'll be walkin' back to the city.”

Fear gripped me as I realized that my Owner had sent these two creatures for me, rather than to come Himself. Then, as quickly as that thought had come to me, it was replaced by the knowledge that He had a reason for sending them, and that it was for Him to decide what happened to me, not me. I stood up, and called out, “Here I am,” as I started towards the van.

The younger man's eyes grew wide as I approached. The driver acted as if seeing a naked and pierced woman in the middle of nowhere was an everyday occurrence. When I got to the van, the driver grabbed me by my arm and pulled me to the open doors at the back of the van, just as a rural mail truck passed by. He placed a pair of handcuffs on my wrists and locked them behind my back. He was considerate enough to take the time to check to see if they wee too tight. Then he strapped a large ball gag into my mouth, and buckled it behind my head. All the while the Hispanic man stared at my exposed body. The older man seemed to read his mind and said, “You'll have time with her, Manny, just not here, remember?”

Manny nodded by way of reply, but a bit of disappointment mixed with a sliver of a smile. They both helped get me into the back of the van, where a dog crate awaited me. It was hard getting into the crate, as it wasn't very large, and my cuffed hands were useless in helping. One 9of them threw a filthy paint splattered drop cloth over the crate, and we started the trip back to New York.

Some static ridden AM sports talk station held their interest for most of the trip as the decrepit van bounced along the roads. I did hear the driver remark that the trip home would take longer than the trip up, because he would have to keep his speed down, as he didn't want to get pulled over and have to explain what was in the crate.

I had no idea about time. The rapidly cramping condition of my arms and legs, punctuated by the jarring bounces as the ancient van exaggerated every imperfection in the road made the minutes seem eternal. Manny was beginning to lose his patience, and kept asking Ralph when he would pull over and let him have “some of me.”

Ralph kept reassuring Manny that he would have as much time with me as he wanted, and that he could do whatever he wished, as long as I wasn't permenantly marked.

“I kin hit ‘er,” he asked Ralph, a sinister enthusiasm in his voice?

“Yes Manny. I tol'ja. You can hit her. Use a fucking belt on her tits for all I care. Just no lasting marks.”

“I kin fuck her up the ass and make her lick the shit from my dick?”

“Look Manny,” Ralph replied, “I don't know what part of ‘anything' you don't understand. You can have her do anything you want. She has to do it. Anything that little spic mind of yours wants. Ya just can't leave marks on her that won't go away.”

The sarcasm in Ralph's voice was wasted on Manny. He kept up his endless flood of questions as the trip rambled on. The only respite from his line of questions was the occasional query as to how much longer until they reached their destination. Ralph kept counting down for him, as if the younger man couldn't tell time.

Finally, I felt the van slowing down as I heard Ralph say, “Remember Manny, we get her unloaded first. Then I'm getting s blow job and you get her after that.”

Manny's response was a load shrieking war hoop and a fast rhythmic staccato pounded out on the dash board. The van came to a stop, and I heard one of the doors open and slam shut. A few seconds passed, and the van rolled down a steep incline. I heard a garage door rumble to a close behind us as we stopped again. The rear doors were pulled open and the tarp was ripped from the crate, exposing my to the hungry eyes of my two “friends.”

As if on cue, Ralph and Manny reached into the van and grabbed the crate in unison, yanking it, and me, out of the van and onto the hard concrete floor. The ball gag totally suppressed my pain filled yelp as I bounced in the crate. Manny took out a set of keys and unlocked the crate, saying, “Git on outa there, bitch, and git onyer knees. I gotta big surprise for ya!”

They both laughed at his crude joke, but their eyes never left my nakedness as I worked my way out of the cage and knelt before them. Manny bent down and removed the ball gag, but he left my hands cuffed behind me. Ralph slowly inched closer to me, undoing his belt buckle as he neared. His dirty fingers fumbled with the snap on his well worn jeans. Finally, he got them open and slid the jeans down his bony hips, exposing a long thin penis dangling in my face.

“You know what ta do, cunt. You've sucked dick before. Get to it, or you know who is gonna get a long list of complaints about how good you were to me an' Manny.”

I knew he was talking about either Sir Campbell or Alicia, so I leaned forward and sucked his limp dick into my mouth, caressing it with my tongue as I sucked it deeply into the back of my throat. My tongue swirled all around the lifelessly soft invader on my mouth as I sensed the telltale stiffness beginning to make it grow.

“I wanna watch your face while you suck it, bitch. Open yer eyes an' look at me!”

I tilted my head back a bit and opened my eyes to see his face staring down at mine. A crooked grin spread across his thin lips, when suddenly, he snorted, and spit a pasty mass of phlegm into my eyes. “Filthy whore bitch,” he articulated as he spit a second time.

With the spit filling my eyes I had to strain to keep them opened. His cock was now semi-erect and I felt it begin to twitch as his orgasm started to build from his hairy ball sac. I braced myself for his load, but only a small amount came out. He groaned and grabbed the back of my head, trying to push himself as deeply into my mouth as possible, but he had already gone soft, and his cock just folded up against my cheeks.

He slapped me across the face as he pulled himself from my mouth, adding, “Don't say I never gave ya anything, slut.

“She's all yers, Manny,” he said, pulling up his jeans. “I'm gonna get a copupla beers. I'll be back in an hour. Have fun, but remember, no lasting marks!”

“Yeah, yeah, Ralph. Don't worry. Me an' this bitch are gonna have some fun.”

After Ralph had left the garage and closed the door behind him, Manny undid my cuffs and gently helped me to my feet. Tentatively, he inspected the bars that pierce my breasts, lifting them to feel their girth and weight. He tugged ever so lightly on the U bolt in my labia, watching as it pulled down on the lips, stretching them down. Elongating them. His free hand slowly glided across my buttocks and thighs, all the while never removing his eyes from mine.

When he was satisfied in his curiosity, he took a step back from me and stood stock still. His eyes locked to mine. Then, in a lightening flash, his balled fist flew forward, slamming into the center of my stomach, doubling me over, and driving me to the floor, coughing, retching, and gasping for my breath.

Manny looked down at me as I lay on the dirty floor, disgust in his eyes. “Yer gonna hafta take a helluva lot more than that, cunt. I'm gonna give ya a real good work out before I'm through with you!”

That said, he reached down and grabbed the U clamps in my breasts and jerked me to my feet. “Let's see how we can make this easier for me. I don't wanna hafta ta pickin' you up everytime I hitcha.” His eyes scanned the garage as I fought to catch my breath. The pain in my stomach was easing up some, but I knew there was a lot more to come. His head stopped moving when his eyes lit on something. “Stay here, bitch,” he ordered, walking over to a work bench on the far side of the room. I didn't watch him go, but when I heard the clanking of steel wheels over my head, I looked up and saw an engine hoist being pulled along an I beam by a chain the dropped down into Manny's hand.

He brought the hoist over until it was right over where I sat on the floor, and affixed the hook on the chain so that it went through the U clamps in my breast bars, Then he started pulling on the chain, and I could feel the slack being taken up from the hook. He kept pulling as I started to rise from the floor, and kept right on pulling until my feet left the floor and I was dangling free in the air from the bars in my chest. I was now crying softly as the tearing strain of hanging by the bars in my breasts grew. Manny pulled my hands back behind me and cuffed them together. Then he stood back and surveyed his work as I slowly turned in the air.

“I'm gonna practice some moves on you, bitch. See whatcha think!”

He started dancing around before me like a boxer sparring; his arms up, hands balled into fists, throwing jabs that stopped short of making contact with me, as he darted in and out. He did this for a few minutes, and then he started to land the jabs into my ribs, thighs and stomach. The force of the blows increased as he threw more punches at me. I was crying loudly now as he battered my defenseless body. Then, suddenly, he executed a textbook spin kick, catching me squarely in the stomach. I screamed as I threw up all over. My stomach awash in pain.

Manny pulled back a bit, but kept on dancing and throwing jabs. My thighs were cramping from the punches and my breasts were on fire from the pressure. A wicked spurt of punches landed in my stomach again, and I passed out.

When I came to, I was dripping wet, and I saw Manny standing in front of me, with an empty mop bucket, having just tossed it's grimy contents into my face to revive me. Choking and coughing, I returned, unhappily, to my world of pain, as he started punching me all over again, dancing and weaving as he shot his fists exactly where he wanted them to go.

I know I passed out again, because the next thing I remember, I was lying on the concrete floor, and had been released from my bonds. I ached terribly from my breasts to my belly, and was curled up in a fetal position, lying in the mix of mop water and my own vomit.

“You can't take punches fer shit, bitch,” Manny complained when he saw I was among the living. “I'm sure you've been whipped worse than that before, haven't ya? Which is easier to take? My fists, or a whip?”

I struggled to look into his face, and saw this wasn't intended as a rhetorical question, he was waiting for an answer. “I....I think the whip is easier, Sir,” I whimpered weakly.

“I thought you'd say that,” he chimed happily, leaning down and extending his hand to help me up.

I took hold of his hand and got up on my feet, still somewhat bent over. Manny grabbed my arm and shoved me over towards an oil splattered work bench. He took a big handful of my hair and forced my face down onto the bench. He was standing behind me, and I heard him undo his pants. He reached in front of me and I was able to see him pick up the grease gun the lay on the bench. I felt the cold metal tip of the gun probing for my rear opening and then felt the cold wet grease as he pumped it into my ass.

A few squirts o f grease filled me, and then the gun was quickly replaced by his rock hard cock, which slid in effortlessly. He fucked my ass for all he was worth, as my face slid back and forth across the top of the greasy bench. After what seemed an eternity, he let out a yell and started to jerk about under the throws of an intense orgasm. He held onto my hips, holding himself as deeply in me as he could, as his pulsing cock spewed it's load deep in my bowels. He wiped his grease covered cock on my ass as he pulled out of me. Then he took a step away and stood still. Slowly, I pushed myself up from the grimy bench, feeling the slimy ooze beginning to dribble from my ravaged hole. When I was standing up straight, I turned around to face him, and that was when I saw his fist fly forward into my face. It was the last thing I remember until I woke up, lying on my stomach in a salon chair with three women ministering to my bruises and cleaning up the greasy mess that I had become.

Through the foggy haze that engulfed my mind, I lifted my head and recognized Heather, the salon girl who had lead the electrolysis team a few months earlier. They had permanently removed all of my hair on my mound, legs, and in my butt crack. They had even gotten rid of the soft downy hair that was on my breasts. As I became more cognizant of where I was and what was happening, I felt an enema hose being slowly pushed into my ass. Heather saw the recognition in my face and explained, “we're trying to flush all that grease out of your ass. It isn't very healthy, and no man is going to be very pleased pulling his grease covered dick out after an ass fucking.”

The warm liquid felt soothing as it was pumped into me, and wasn't as uncomfortable as some enemas I have been forced to endure. “Now that you're awake, sara, I need you to hold it in. It's going to be a while until we can get all cleaned out. In fact, you may notice some grease in your stool for a few days, as it worked it's way pretty deeply into your bowels,” Heather explained. “After we get you cleaned up some more, we're going to remove the rest of that fine hair on your back and buttocks. Oh, and I'm sure you'll be pleased to know, Sir Campbell has finally acquiesced. He is going to allow me to do your arm pit hair as well. I was able to convince him that your humiliation in having that hair wasn't enough of a motivation for ruining your hairless appearance. I think Mistress Ilsa got to Him as well.”

One of the salon women continued with my enemas until they finally began to run clean, while Heather and another one were removing all of the unwanted hair. When they had finished up on my back and cheeks, I was untied and made to sit in the chair, my arms were then cuffed and pulled high over my head, leaving the fur. under my arms accessible to their ministrations. It only took the two of them about fifty minutes or so to completely remove the hair under mt arms. Heather then told me that Amy, a new girl at the salon would apply my make-up, as the shiner from Manny's fist was going to take some professional work to hide.

When everyone was satisfied with the way I looked, Heather helped me out of the chair and draped a red velvet cape over my shoulders. As she tied it around my neck, I was then made to step into a pair of matching red leather heels that were held on my soft red suede strips that they crisscrossed up my legs and tied just below my knees. I stood before full length mirror at my reflection, Heather pulled back the cape so the cuts on my belly weren't hidden. I lifted my arms to see the smooth hair free skin that Amy had powdered generously. Heather dropped the cape, and, producing a set of handcuffs, she cuffed my hands behind me, saying, “A cab is waiting for you at the curb. The driver will take you back to your Owner's home. When you get there, just ring the bell and someone will open the door for you. Good luck!” And with a peck on my cheek and a quick hug, she stepped back and let Amy escort me to the door which lead to the street. And, as she had said, a cab was pulled up at the curb, waiting for me.

Amy opened the door and watched with some fascination as I tried to maintain even a minimal degree of modesty as I got into the car, the open cape hiding only my back as I slid across the seat. Amy said good bye and closed the door. Without instructions from me, the driver pulled out, and headed back uptown to my master's townhouse on 92 nd .

We weren't more than half a block before the cab driver readjusted his mirror to allow him a good view of my exposed breasts. The cape had fallen off my shoulders and was bunched up behind me, leaving all of me open for viewing. A few pedestrians caught quick glimpses as we sped up 3 rd Ave. The driver pretty much divided his time between watching the streets and ogling me. Finally, he pulled up in front of a fire hydrant three doors down from my Master's building. He turned around in his seat and started for a few minutes, but kept his hands to himself. “The fare's taken care of, little lady,” he said. You can get out.”

I hesitated a few seconds trying to figure out how I could try and keep a modicum of dignity while I twisted and tried to open the door with my cuffed hands. After a few futile attempts, I just pushed myself against the door by pushing with my naked legs, and grappled with the handle. The driver never took his eyes off of me until I had successfully gotten out of the cab and had pushed the door shut with my butt. Thankfully, the cape had gotten back on my shoulders during the twisting and turning, and now gave me some cover as I stood out on the dismal looking street, the overcast day and pending nightfall had caused the street lights top come on earlier than usual.

The cape barely made it to my butt cheeks in back, and would flap in the wind as I walked, so I had to take small steps very slowly to not give myself away to the people on the sidewalk. I saw a gaggle of pre-teen school girls dressed in the uniform for some exclusive upper east side private school, approaching and my heart sank when I realized that I wouldn't make it to the stoop before passing them. Their excited banter gave me a false hope that I might pass unnoticed, but one of them must have caught a flash of exposed flesh, and she pointed it out to her friends before we passed. All ten of their young eyes were scanning up and down the length of my body watching to see what might be revealed to them as I walked to them. I heard them using terms like whore and prostitute as I started up the steps that lead to Sir Campbell's home.

Excitement made my heart pound as I stood at the huge oaken door. I had done what He wanted, endured what He desired, and was now home, to share my newfound submissiveness with Him, for Him. I had to turn around and feel for the door bell, and then after I managed to ring it, I dropped to my knees facing the door and waited for my Owner to appear. My heart ws pounding through my chest as I knelt on the welcome mat waiting for Him. I could hear the foyer door open, and then heard the deadbolt turn. I was crushed when the door opened and a naked slave stood in the doorway. I recognized her from the ceremony when I was collared as Sir Campbell's slave, and the piercings were placed in my breasts, labia, and septum. Her name was slut, and she was the collared slave of Mistress Ilsa, Sir Campbell's best friend and mentor.

“Come in, sara,” she bade me. “Let me take your cape,” and before I could stand up, she bent over and removed my cape, so I knelt naked on the stoop. I stood up as fast as I could with my cuffed hands, and walked through the door as she stood back to let me pass. Slut tossed my cape over a chair in the foyer and, unlocking my cuffs, asked, “you must be hungry, let's go into the kitchen and I'll fix you something to eat. Then I will explain to you about your Master.”

I trailed behind her as we made our way back to the kitchen. She made a hot bowl of soup and a sandwich for me with a steaming cup of tea. When I had settled into the meal, she took a sip from her teacup and said, “I'm sure you're wondering where your Master is. I'm also sure you're somewhat disappointed at His not being her to greet you himself.

“While I know that you are aware that His whereabouts are none of your business, he has instructed me to inform you that He was called away suddenly on emergency business in Europe. He flew out this morning. His full intention was to be here to greet you Himself when you got in, but, unfortunately, that was impossible. He believes that He should be back in ten days to two weeks, and at that time, He will host a small party in your honor. To mark your return as His slave.

“He doesn't want you to spend all that time alone in His house, so He asked My Owner if She would consent to letting me stay here with you until His return. We have free run of His house, and can do pretty much as we like; museums, Broadway shows, art galleries, movies, whatever you would like. His only restrictions are that no one is to be in the house with us, and that we are not to have any sexual contact between us. I am to tend to you, care for your cuttings, bathe and make you up, wash your hair, and any other things that you might need. We can even go out to restaurants if you would like. You are to sleep in the guest bedroom, in the bed. I will be sleeping on the floor in the basement, but you can reach me with the intercom if you should need anything.

“I don't think I've forgotten anything. Have you any questions?”

“No, thank you, .....er........slut.”

“That's alright sara. You may call me by the name My Mistress granted me. It is both what I am and who I am.”

“I understand,” I answered her, still not comfortable with the name.

“Is there anything you'd like to do tonight, sara? Or would you prefer a quiet evening with the television or reading?”

“Just the TV would be fine with me, slut. I'm really tired and don't think I'll be staying up very late.”

“As you wish, sara, we have lots of time.”

SARA

by: Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 8

STACY OPENS UP

(Author’s 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: CHELSEA’S 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 wasn’t 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 hadn’t 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, “You’re early!. I’ll 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 wouldn’t have even been considered for membership. my Owner is wealthy beyond any amount i could ever imagine, although i really couldn’t 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 wasn’t 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. “She’s 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 wouldn’t 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 didn’t register it. “She’s 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. “Let’s 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 ball’s 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, that’s for sure. But more importantly than that, my Owner is very pleased with how i look.”

Amy’s 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 i’d drop in and see what’s new.”

“Hey Sara,” Billy responded, looking away from his Daily News crossword puzzle. “I was hoping you’d come in. We got some new things I think you’re 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, that’s for sure,” i said. “What else do you have?”

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

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

“Please, yes. i’m 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 it’s 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 it’s sound. i firmly believe each whip has it’s 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 you’d have to have that one, sara,” Billy said proud of his knowledge of me. “It’s brand new on the market. You’ll have to promise me you’ll 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 it’s 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.

“It’s 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.

“i’ll take a bottle of that as well,” ii whispered, frightened but what ii would be offering up to Master. “If He likes it, that’s 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 Campbell’s 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, it’s me! Ready for our workout?”

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

“Sure Stace, i’m 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. We’re 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 didn’t 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, i’m 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.....it’s just that i prefer to work out in the nude. That’s all. Less sweaty clothes to wash, you know.”

“I see. Practical!” But i could see she wasn’t 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 it’s 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 D’s 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, I’d love a coffee. Let me get dressed and I’ll join you.”

“No, no, Stacy,” i said quickly, taking her hand. “Why bother getting dressed. It’s 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, that’s all.” Her face was turning red.

“About what, Stace? You’ve seen me naked every week for months now. And I’ve seen you naked for the past couple of months too. So what’s 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, “You’re far more beautiful than you give yourself credit for.”

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

“i’m 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 i’m eleven. You’re 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 C’s, 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 that’s possible.

“But you’re so fit a trim,” she complemented me. “I’ve seen how you turn people’s heads, men and women both! Most people look at me and snicker or make lewd comments behind my back when they think I can’t 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 don’t 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. That’s about it. Why?”

“Well, i have something planned.......and you’re invited!”

“What is it? What are you doing?”

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

Stacy didn’t answer right away. One look at her face told me she was very apprehensive about entering into something with me.

“C’mon, Stacy. We’ve been friends a really long time. You know i’d never do anything to hurt or embarrass you. Hell, you’ve never once passed judgement on me about my condition, my life choice. You’re 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. I’m game.”

“Then it’s all set. i’ll swing by and pick you up about 11:45. i’ll give you a call so you can be on the street and i won’t have top look for a parking place in your neighborhood.

“No, wait a minute,” i interrupted myself, as another idea flashed into my head. “i’ve 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 I’ll 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, It’s 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 i’d like to bring along with me.”

“Full works as well?”

“Pretty much, i’m 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 she’s 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 Stacy’s face during that conversation was one of bewilderment and confusion. “What was all of that,” she asked me?

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

“Well.........alright.” An uncertainty in her tone belied her apprehension, but she accepted it, and added, “You’re the boss! I’ll 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 you’re 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 it’s 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 it’s 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 slave’s 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 slave’s feet, causing her to drop hard. She screamed when her body stopped it’s 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 Owner’s 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 wasn’t 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 Master’s 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 slut’s 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 don’t 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 wasn’t 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, it’s me. i’m about three blocks south on Park. Should be there in about five minutes. i’ll pick you up in front of your building.”

“Okay, sara,” she answered. “I’ll 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.

“You’re 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 wouldn’t. You’re just going to have to trust me and go with what happens. But, i can promise you that it will be memorable, and i’m 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 slut’s 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 don’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 we’d be through.

“Uh, Heather,” Brandy said, staring at Stacy’s 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, you’ve got to let us clean you up down there. It’s much prettier, it’s 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 don’t remember not being clean down there it’s been so long. i think I started shaving in high school. It’ll 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. “I’ll 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 won’t be disappointed.”

“Then toi Brandy, Heather said, “Brandy, you prep her, and I’ll 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 didn’t 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 can’t 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.”

“That’s not fair, sara,” she protested sincerely. “You shouldn’t have to do this.”

“i don’t have to do this, Stacy. i want to do this. You’re 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, I’m 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 we’re going?” Stacy queried, facing away from me, looking out the side window.

“Not a chance,” i answered her, rubbing her thigh gently. “You’re 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 i’ve been there eight or nine times. This is the first time i’ve gone there without him, though. Feels sort of strange.”

Stacy put her hand on top of mine, but didn’t 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 Campbell’s 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. It’s a rule. Now take off your clothes, i want to go in.”

She couldn’t possibly have given me a more strange look if i’d grown a second head or something. “I can’t do that!” she said emphatically, sitting down and crossing her legs. “I mean, look at me! I’m not like you. I haven’t let anybody see me naked except for my husband, my doctor, and you!”

“So what,” i challenged her. “There’s 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 you’d trust me, didn’t 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 couldn’t handle. You’re 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 didn’t 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, here’s 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 don’t 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. That’s 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 don’t want to do something, I do not have to?”

“That’s 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 I’d go along with you, and I meant it. Let’s go, before I change my mind.”

i gave her a tight hug for reassurance, and kissed her on the lips. “Let’s 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!. Stacy’s head turned left, right, up down, watching our images as I took her down the corridor. She didn’t 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 slave’s 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 slut’s steel, her scars, and the signs that said she had just recently endured a beating. “H.......hi............”

“my name is slut, Stacy. It’s okay. You can say it, or not. It really doesn’t bother me either way.”

“slut’s 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 don’t know if you’ve met her before. She is Elaine’s 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 they’re 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 slut’s 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 slut’s, 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!”

“Let’s 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 can’t 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. “I’d 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 Chelsea’s 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 she’s ready, sara. Beat her!” Keri licked her lips, tasting Chelsea’s 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 Chelsea’s 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 I’ll 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 couldn’t 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 don’t 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 Chelsea’s 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 Chelsea’s 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. slut’s 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 didn’t 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.

“i’d be lying if i tried to tell you otherwise, Stacy. But it’s 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 they’d look great,” i told her enthusiastically. “You’ve 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 he’d say?”

“Well,” i thought for a moment. “my first reaction is that since you’re not owned by someone, it doesn’t matter what he thinks. Your body is your’s and your’s alone. You haven’t given it to someone, as i have. So, it’s up to you really. Also, i haven’t ever met a man who wasn’t fascinated and turned on by piercings there. So, unless he’s some kind of prude, i would think he would love it!

“Just a word to the wise, though, if you’re really considering it.”

“What’s 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?”

“It’s a possibility.”

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

“Sure, Stacy. i’d be happy to.”

“Today,” she added shyly?

“If you’d 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 it’s 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 Stacy’s 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 Hanna’s 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, “It’s 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 couldn’t hear Ilsa’s 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 Ilsa’s stipulations.

SARA

By: Charles E. Campbell

CHAPTER 9

This installment represents the second chapter in which I have intentionally brought the characters in four of my stories together, those being: SARA: SOME CALL IT PLAY: CHELSEA’S F. N. P. C.: and NICOLE: JOURNEY OF A SLAVE.

True to my word, after Stacy and i left Dermis, i brought her over to the office of the Doctor who placed the steel in my body. During the cab ride to His office, i had used my cell phone to call ahead and found that He wasn’t particularly busy and would be able to fit Stacy in for some piercings in her breasts.

“So, uh Stacy,” i queried, “What did you think of this afternoon?”

“I was wondering if you were going to want to talk about it,” she said softly, not wanting the driver’s prying ears to be privy to her answers. “Honestly, I can’t even begin to sort out my thoughts.

“At first, when we got there and had to all be naked, I was all but ready to just walk out and leave you there! Being naked alone isn’t something I relish, so doing it with others would seem totally out of the question. But then, when we went into the club, and I saw that everyone was naked,” she paused, reliving the moment, “ naked...........and not everyone is even close to having a body as amazing as yours, so,..........well, I..........I actually felt pretty comfortable nude. In fact, after about fifteen minutes, I almost forgot that I was nude!”

i said nothing, my focus was on listening to her.

“Then, watching two people being whipped..........”

She stopped speaking, looking straight forward through the windshield.

“What about the whippings, Stacy?”

She turned her head to look at me, there were tears in her eyes, as she revealed, “I liked it,” she whispered, feeling guilty somehow. “I liked watching it. It was.....it was like nothing I had ever seen before. And Chelsea...............I mean, slut has to do that. I mean, she’s a slave, right? So she must do as she’s told.”

“Yes, that’s correct, Stacy. Just like i am.”

She continued as if ii hadn’t said anything. “But Chelsea asked for it. She actually asked to be whipped. And then, asking to be hit with that buckle....................

“I, ...... I just never thought things like that happened.”

“But you enjoyed it,” I prompted her, trying to keep her talking?

“Yes,” she confessed, her head down, a tear spilling down her right cheek.

“That’s okay, Stacy,” i tried to reassure her. “A lot of people get turned on by pain. Some by giving it, and others by receiving it. It’s no where near as strange as you might think.”

She looked back at me again. Her eyes looked at the driver’s rearview mirror to see where his attentions were, then she asked, “I guess you’ve been whipped, haven’t you? I mean, I seen marks on your body like the one’s slut has.”

“Yes, Stacy, I have been whipped. Many time actually.”

“And are you one of those people who gets turned on by the pain?”

“i’d be lying if i said otherwise, Stacy. But........but for me it’s more than that. Much, much more.”

She was looking at me for answers to her own questions about her reactions to what she had just witnessed. i knew the feelings she was having about the whippings were confusing her deeply. What i said to her, as much as how i said it, would have a great deal to do with how she came to grips with her emotions. i wanted to make sure i was clear, and thus give her the tools to search out her own answers.

“It’s true,” i began, “That i get off on the pain. i can’t and won’t deny that. When the level gets high enough, the endorphins start kicking in, and i start to travel into a sort of dream world of floating mixed with pain and pleasure.

“i also revel in the ceding of my body to my Master. Giving Him absolute power over me releases me from making any decisions about the levels of pain, the length of the torture session. i focus my entire being on trying to accept that which He wishes to give me, knowing, trusting in Him to take me where i need to go, whether it is through pain, or humiliation, or His pleasure, or mine.

“Watching slut being whipped, and watching Chelsea being whipped turned me on, Stacy. i was wet. It wouldn’t have taken more then a little pinch on my clit and i would have cum. But, at the same time, i was jealous of them, because,” i paused, as the reality of what i was saying to Stacy reassured me, “Because, i wished it was me being whipped. i wanted the deliverance of the whip to take me to that place where Chelsea was. i envied her as she took those strokes, and wanted them to be mine. i wanted those marks on her body to cover mine.”

Stacy was quiet for a few minutes. The cab was pulling up to the curb in front of Dr. Peter’s building. She took my hand in hers, looked me in the face and asked, “Would you whip me sometime, Chelsea?”

i couldn’t have been more stunned than i was at hearing that from her. “Y.....yes. Of course, Stacy. If you want me to, i would be happy to.”

We didn’t speak about it anymore. I paid the cab driver and Stacy followed me to the banks of elevators and the ride up to Dr. Peters suite.

There was a new receptionist, much younger than the one I knew from before. Not particularly attractive, but no where near as dour as her predecessor had been.

>How may I help you,” she asked, looking up from her computer monitor?

“my name is sara,” i began, “And this is my friend, Stacy. i called a few minutes ago as was told Dr. Peters could see us.”

“Yes, of course,” she said, typing on the computer. “Please have a seat and I’ll tell Dr. Peters that you’re here.”

“Thank you,” Stacy said

We had barely sat down when the woman called us into one of the rooms in the back.

“Please get undressed,” she said to Stacy, then she looked at me with a knowing smile, and added, “And you should undress as well, slave.”

“Yes Ma’am,” i said, startled by her overt knowledge of my condition.

Stacy got undressed much quicker this time and sat on the exam table, crinkling the paper nosily as she sat. i stood next to her as we waited. She took my hand in her’s., squeezing it slightly.

When Dr. Peters came into the room, he immediately reached for one of my breast bars and pulled me over to him. “These really turned out well, sara,” he said to me, looking at my breast straining from the bar being pulled.

He kissed me hard on my mouth, his tongue forcing it’s way deep inside.

“And what, pray tell, brings you here so late on a Saturday, sara,” his receptionist asked from behind me. i was completely unaware that she had even entered the room at all.

It was a few moments before he broke off the kiss and allowed me to answer her, “my friend Stacy is interested in some steel in her breasts, Ma’am.”

“My name is Jane,” she informed me, “But you will refer to me as Lady Jane.”

“Yes, Lady Jane. As You wish,” i replied.

She turned to Stacy and asked, “What did you have in mind, Miss?”

Stacy was clearly nervous, and couldn’t begin to even form the words to a response. Looking to me for help, Stacy said, “I want some rings.”

Lady Jane looked at her quizzically, so i interjected, “She’s interested in having rings place behind her areolas, to make the points of her breasts point out.”

Dr. Peters asked Stacy, “May I,” as he reached for her huge breasts?”

“Yes,” she said, keeping her head lowered.

He picked up both breasts at the same time, one in each hand, feeling their heft as well as their firmness. He manipulated the nipples, watching to judge the reaction to the stimulation as well as the changes as they grew harder.

Gently letting them fall on Stacy’s chest, he reached into the pocket of his white coat and produced a ruler. Placing the ruler across the areola of her right breast first, he measured the diameter of the darker skin. “Ninety-seven centimeters,” he announced.

He measured the left one as well, calling out “Ninety-four for this one.”

He repeated the measurements, and received the same results.

“I would recommend either rings, fairly thick ones because they’ll be large, or bars and brackets. Like what sara has deep in her breasts, only smaller.

“With your large breasts, the weight of the brackets wouldn’t be really noticeable, so it’s more a question of aesthetics and personal preference.

“Jane, would you please be so kind as to get a set of rings and a set of bars and brackets in Stacy’s size so she can see them?”

“Certainly, Doctor,” she said. Turning her back to us, she left the room.

Dr Peters started playing with my breasts the instant the door closed, his right hand sliding softly down my belly and his finger searching out my wet slit. “On your knees, slave,” he commanded.

i knelt before him. i knew what he wanted, what he expected. Stacy watched quietly as i unzipped his slacks and took out his already stiff cock. Folding my hands behind my back, i sucked him into my mouth, deeply. He grabbed two fistfuls of hair and began driving into my face, hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. In under a minute, he was grunting and spurting his seed into my mouth. i kept sucking until he was through.

He was back in his pants and i was standing when Lady Jane returned with the steel. One look at us both, and she knew what had happened. She smiled at me, as she handed the tray with the rings and bars to Dr. Peters.

“These are the rings,” he said to her, holding one up for her to take.

Stacy examined the ring, and held it under the nipple of her right breast. “It’s pretty big,” she remarked.

“Your areolas are larger than average, quite a bit larger, in fact, so small rings won’t work if you want them set behind your areolas. We can go a lot smaller if you wish them through the nipples only.”

“No,” she said emphatically. “I want them put in like sara had hers.”

“Then you really have a choice of the rings you’re holding, or these bars and brackets. They’re like smaller versions of the ones set at the base of sara’s breasts, see,” he took one from the tray and offered to Stacy for her inspection.

“I think I like the bars and brackets, better,” Stacy said to no one specifically.

“You’re not locked in, Stacy,” Lady Jane added. “Once the holes heal, you can swap jewelry like you might in your ears.”

“Oh, so I could start with one kind, and later switch?”

“Certainly,” Dr. Peters said, a bit displeased with himself for not making that clear from the outset.

“Well, I think the rings are less S&M looking, so I’ll go with those, for now anyway, but I’ll take a set of bars and brackets with me for later, when it heals up.”

“Good choice,” Lady Jane said, writing something down on a form she had with her on a clipboard.

“Can we do it now,” Stacy asked, softly?

“Of course,” Dr. Peters said.

“Jane,” Dr. Peters said, “Please get a piercing kit and prep her for me.”

“Yes, Dr. Peters,” she said.

“C....can I hold sara’s hand when you put the needle in me,” she asked, fear taking over.

“Of course,” he said. “You’ll be fine. It really only hurts for a second or two, and then the pain quickly subsides.”

Lady Jane began prepping Stacy, first with alcohol wipes, then with generous amounts of Betadyne solution. “What gauge needle, Doctor,” she asked, finishing up the prep.

“Number 4 for this one, I think, Jane.”

“Don’t watch,” i advised Stacy. Just squeeze my hand. It’ll be over before you know it.

Stacy buried her head in my shoulder, her face against my breast. i felt her hand tighten in mine as Dr. Peters put the clamp on her breast.

“Pull on this for me,” he said to Jane.

i watched as she took the clamp and pulled Stacy’s breast, stretching it slightly, but not distorting it.

He took a marker and placed small dots on either side of her areola, indicating where he wanted the needle to enter and exit.

“Ready, Stacy,” he asked?

“Y....yes,” she half whispered, squeezing my hand as tightly as she could.

Dr. Peters placed the tip of the needle against one of the marks, and said, “Pull it a bit more, please, Jane.”

She pulled, lifting Stacy’s breast out more. Slowly, Dr. Peters applied pressure to the thick needle. Stacy started to wince as the sharp point broke the skin.

She didn’t scream, rather, biting her lip, she cried softly as he slowly pushed the needle through her. He did it slowly, owing to the fact that it was a long distance from one side of her pancake sized areola to the other, and he wanted it to be straight.

i could see the point of the needle pushing against the skin just before it popped out the opposite side.

“All done,” Dr. Peters said. “Jane, please set the ring for me.”

Jane took one of the big rings and unscrewed the ball at one end, before inserting it in the open tip of the needle. She pushed the needle back through the breast with the ring, until the needle came out and the ring was in place. She screwed the ball back on the ring and said, “Take a look, Stacy. What do you think?”

Stacy opened her eyes, and looked down at her breast, without letting go of my hand. “Wow,” she remarked. “It’s really big!”

“Like I said before, Stacy,” Dr. Peters said, “Your areolas are rather large, so a larger diameter and thicker gauge ring is necessary. Do you like it?”

“Yes,” she smiled, proudly. “I love it!”

“Alright then,” Dr. Peters said. “Let’s do the other one, shall we?”

Forty-five minutes later, Stacy’s cab was dropping me off in front of my building. “See you Friday for our work-out,” she said, kissing me on the mouth as i got out.

“Sure thing, Stace,” i answered her, adding, “Can’t wait to hear what hubby thinks of your rings!”

“I’ll let you know.”

Sir Campbell demanded a full report of my day’s activities, and then he punished me soundly for not offering to satisfy Dr. Peters’ new receptionist. After the beating, he had me bend over a footstool placed in front of a full length mirror, use my hands to spread my cheeks and offer my rear passage to Him. He made me watch my face as he fucked my ass long and hard, spilling His seed deep inside me. Of course he had me clean Him with my mouth before sending me to the bathroom to sleep naked on the tile floor.

The following Friday, Stacy came over for our weekly exercise session. As per Sir Campbell’s directive, i answered the door already naked, fresh welts adorned my body from the front of my thighs to the tops of my breasts. They aren’t to be hidden, and are, quite in fact, an enormous source of pride for me, when my Master wishes me to carry His mark for Him. i had decided to push the envelope a bit, and made her strip in the hallway before allowing her to come into Master’s apartment. She only hesitated a few seconds before obeying me and disrobing. Once she was naked, i allowed her in.

“So,” i began, “What did your husband think of your jewelry, Stacy?”

“He loved it, sara. And you were right, he wants me to get some rings in my pussy lips soon as well, after these heal some more first.”

“i was pretty sure he’d love them, Stace. They really look great too. How do they feel?”

“They’re still sore to the touch, but they seem to be healing just fine. The redness is almost gone see,” she lifted her mammoth right breast for me to inspect.

Placing my left hand under the floppy flesh, i lifted the ring with my right, looking carefully at the piercing. “Looks really good, Stacy. The redness is alone gone, so it’s healing the way you want it to.”

We did our exercise routine together. It seemed to me that Stacy was much more into it than she had been in the past.

Afterwards, we showered together, lathering each other and washing each other all over.

i invited her to stay for lunch, as i always do, but this time, she agreed, something she had never done before. We ate salad and low-fat yogurt, with unsweetened iced tea, naked.

As we were finishing up, Stacy said, “sara?”

“Yes?”

“Do.....do you remember l......last week, ........I...........I....I asked you if you w....would w....w.......whip me?”

“Yes. i remember.”

“Would you do it......today?”

i looked at her, and took both her hands in mine, “Are you sure, Stacy?”

“Yes. I.......I’m sure. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all week.”

She looked at my new stripes and said, “I don’t think I could take anywhere near what you have there,” she pointed to my breasts, “But, I want to feel what it’s like.”

i never thought she would ask this of me, even though she had only mentioned it a week before. i had thought it would be something from the intensity of the moment, not something she might follow through with.

i decided to make it as real as possible, without her suffering to my levels.

“Alright then. i’ll whip you, Stacy. But first, you must agree to two rules that i’m going to make of you. And you must agree to them without me even telling you what they are.”

She looked at me strangely, not sure what it might be that ii was going to require of her.

“Okay. I agree, I agree to do anything you say, sara. To anything you say,” she said, her head down.

“Kneel down,” I said, with a loud voice!

Startled, she got on her knees.

“Keep you back straight. Knees apart! Fold your hands behind you head, and stick those tits of yours out!”

She did exactly as she was told. i left her like that for over five minutes, letting the thoughts of what was about to happen to her build in her imagination.

“First off, slave,” i said, watching her wince at my use of the word, “Before i whip you, i am going to put a gag in your mouth so i won’t have to listen to you and you don’t disturb my concentration.

“You must accept that it is i who decides how long you will be whipped, where you will be whipped, and how hard. You must trust me. You will not be able to ask or even beg me to stop. i will stop when i feel like it, and not before.

“Secondly, i want you to beg me to whip you. Tell me why you deserve to be whipped! Understood?”

She looked up at me with those doe like eyes of hers, and said, “Please sara, please whip me. Whip me like a useless cunt slave. Let me taste your gift of pain. Punish me for being so fat and ugly.”

“As you wish, slave,” i said. Reaching over, i slapped her right breast, then her left one, very hard. The pale white skin turned pink right away.

After strapping a large red rubber ball gag into her mouth, i took a soft leather flogger and dangled it in front of Stacy’s face. “This is called a flogger,” i said by way of introduction. i let the strands caress the tips of her nipples. “It can be used in various ways,” i continued. Starting with light strokes across her back, “It can have a soft, almost sensuous warming effect on the skin.” i established a slow, steady, rhythmic pulse with the whip. All light strokes, just the weight of the leather bringing the flogger down, nothing from my arm.

i paused and felt her skin. It was starting to get a little warmer, so i began striking her again, with the same intensity as before, only now with occasional hard strokes interspersed with the light ones. She yelped behind her gag when a hard stroke landed, but she seemed to be enjoying the lighter strokes, even moaning softly. i increased the frequency of the harsher strokes, watching her back as darker pink lines began to emerge. She opened her eyes as the pain got stronger, searching me out, pleading with her eyes to stop.

Another thirty strokes and i stopped. She was breathing heavily behind her gag, and spittle was leaking from around the red rubber ball. It had run down her chin and was dripping onto her heaving breasts. i waited patiently as her breathing calmed, then ii bent over behind her head and whispered in her ear, “i’m going to whip your pussy. Would you like for me to do that Stacy?”

She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes wide as they starred into mine. i pinched her nipples and massaged her tits and let my hands play across the broad expanse of her belly. my right hand slid between her parted legs, “Let’s see how much you enjoy being whipped, my little slut slave, i’ll bet you’re good and wet!”

Stacy’s face flushed, probably as much from my name calling as well as the feeling when i slipped two fingers of my right hand into her soaking pussy. i played with her for a bit, fucking her with three, then four fingers. Not wanting her to have too much pleasure, i removed my hand, and wiped it across her face and under her nose, so her potent scent would linger long for her.

Taking a position behind her, i began to softly bring the flogger up between her ass cheeks so the ends would snap very gently on her mound. “Spread your legs wider for me,” i ordered Stacy. “i want total access to your cunt!”

She waddled a bit as she got her legs further apart. It was awkward for her with her hands behind her head

The lash fell wherever i intended it to now, snapping on her mound, or by pulling back a little, on her clit. i got a nice steady rhythm going, and ever so gradually increased the severity of each stroke until she moaned as each one of my lashes found it’s intended mark. i made a point of laying in the occasional stroke quite hard. One was so strong that she broke position and grabbed her crotch with a yelp.

“What do you think you’re doing,” ii admonished her severely? “Only i decide when the whipping stops. Get your hands behind your head and stick your tits out. Your pussy isn’t hot enough for me yet!”

Reluctantly she assumed the position again. i whipped her pussy some more, the mound now a bright pink. i stopped sooner than i really wanted to, as i wanted her to learn to enjoy and accept the whip.

i knelt in front of her and licked her spittle from her flabby tits. Moving up her chest, i licked it from her chin and then from around the red rubber ball gag. Looking her right in the eyes, i said, “Would you like a little more attention, slave?”

She looked back at me, and nodded.

As ii unbuckled her ball gag, ii said, “I want to whip those udders of yours, Stacy, but i want you to offer them to me.”

She was stretching her cramped mouth as she said, “What does that mean, sara?”

“It means, slave, that you will hold those floppy milk bags up for me while i whip them. Is that clear enough?”

“Yes, sara.” She put her hands under her tits and lifted them up as instructed.

i put aside the flogger in favor of one of Sir Campbell’s riding crops. i held it in front of Stacy so she could see the new implement, before striking her breasts with it. The sound of the sharp slap as the leather end hit the soft flesh filled the room. Her tits were turning more pink with each lash, and she’d winced and cried as the strokes got harder..

Finally, ii stopped. “Thank me,” i said.

“Thank you, sara,” her head down, looking at her reddened chest.

“Thank you sara, for what, cunt?”

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, and she said, “Thank you, sara, for......for wh.....whipping me,” she corrected herself.

We hugged and kissed each other for a long while, before she worked up the courage to ask, “sara, would you kiss me down there, like you did last week?”

“Yes, Stacy, but that’s not how a slave should talk. You sound like a nervous schoolgirl.”

“Would........would you..............would you li........lick my cunt, sara,” she asked furtively?

“i would be glad to lick your cunt, slave.”

After our little lovemaking session, Stacy showered and went home. i went on the computer and found an email message from my Owner. It said simply: “Mistress Ilsa’s slave, slut, will come by at 2:00 to pick you up. Be outside waiting for her. You will only need toiletries. Nothing else. Wear your great cape, and four inch spikes. I will see you Saturday. ‘C’. ”

It was already 12:30, so i grabbed a quick container of yogurt, two granola bars, and took a quick shower. After blow drying my hair and combing it out, i applied three heavy doses of perfume, waiting for it to dry between applications. While waiting for it to dry, i did my face up: eye liner, mascara, lip gloss and liner. Then i rouged my areolas and outer labia with dark red blush.

At 1:55, i was on the street in front of my building waiting for slut to arrive. It turned out she was a few minutes late, but then ii saw the black Jaguar come down the street and pull up in front of me. i opened the passenger door and got in. slut was behind the wheel, dressed as i was in a great cape, and stiletto heels. Like me, she was naked beneath the cape.

slut handed me a dildo and butt plug connected by a chain harness. “Put these in,” she said.

Lifting myself up from the seat, i slid the dildo deep into my pussy and then worked the dry butt plug up into my ass. Once they were in place, i wrapped the thin steel connecting chains around my waist and locked it in place with the small lock.

Looking at slut’s exposed thigh, ii could see that she was wearing a similar harness as well.

i didn’t ask her where we were going, not that i wasn’t curious. It really didn’t matter. Sir Campbell was sending me somewhere, for His purpose. That was all i was entitled to know, or needed to know.

Sara

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