THE NANNY

       Young, beautiful, already on her own at times for almost three years, Jodi Lynn’s well experienced past her nineteen plus years.  Having lived sporadically from Florida to California, experiencing a range of the lighter drugs, having several relationships, she considers herself a “Free bird” answering to no one without the slightest worry of the ramifications of any of her instantaneous whims.  Having answered a newspaper ad for a live in Nanny with an upper class family, she’s being flown from Ohio to New Mexico to meet her employers at their estate.

Chapter One

       Entering the airport’s rotunda, she immediately notices the hand printed sign with her name on it being held by a man in a typical pilots’ uniform standing close to the luggage area.  As she approaches him while nodding toward the sign, another man steps in between.  Thirty something, attractive yet strict looking with his jet black hair pulled tightly back, he’s dressed in business type attire.

       “Jodi Lynn?”  He asks, obviously glancing down toward the photo of a young brunette.

       Nodding, she glances back and forth between the pair, unsure who he is as he lowers the photo, turns toward the pilot, instructing him to get her luggage.  Turning back toward her, the look in his stark blue eyes is almost piercing as he glances up and down at her black, slick raincoat, barely shaking his head back and forth.

       “So, you’re the one they chose by just glancing at this photo, huh?”  He shrugs as he turns.  “I’m your escort.  Follow me.”  Walking toward the large glass door, glancing back, in a harsher tone, he hesitates, orders.  “Come on!”

       Glancing toward the pilot, seeing him picking up her pair of black, nylon luggage bags, turning, she steps toward the exit while again noticing the piercing stare as he holds the door open.

       “There.”  Nodding toward the pad, he points toward a glistening black, twin turbo prop plane with dark tinted glass all around.  Idling on the tarmac as a light misting rain’s noticeable in the early evening darkness, it appears ready to taxi.  “Get in the back seat.”        Stopping beside the short steps folded out from the plane, she turns to the escort as he steps beside her, inquisitively asks.  “Wait, you sure you’ve got the right person?  I, I’m suppose to transfer to another commercial flight, here’s the ticket.”  Showing him the packet, he reaches, takes it from her hand.

       “Don’t worry; Master Desade felt his private plane was more appropriate to transport you to the estate.  This is your photo, correct?”  He asks, holding the photo in the palm of his hand.  “He’ll be reimbursed for the commercial flight.  It’s a short one anyway.  Go ahead and climb in, to the center leather stool facing back, and take your coat off.”

       Glancing toward her photograph, nodding as the apprehension disappears, she climbs the half dozen steps, enters the fuselage, noticing the unusual seat in the middle of the aisle, facing backwards toward a trio of seats, a large mirror setting upright on the middle one.  She notices the single seat’s chrome with split black leather straps, no back, and a light shining down directly above it from the ceiling.

       “Go ahead, that’s it.”  He leans past, nods.

       Twisting, turning, glancing toward him, back to the slack leather straps stretching across, forming the base of the seat between the chrome posts, she slips her coat off, tosses it across to an empty seat.  Positioning herself she notices she has a full view of her reflection from the mirror facing her.  Hearing the hatch shutting, the pilot entering the cockpit, she glances toward the dark portals, unable to see anything on the outside, even under the lit tarmac.  The escort slides across from her in a conventional style seat facing forward.  In moments she feels the motion of the plane taxiing onto the runway, the leather straps under her slightly swaying while she grips the sides of the cool chrome bars as he reaches across, buckles a strap across her thighs.

       Still quiet, he reaches up toward the center of the plane’s ceiling, flips down a surprisingly large monitor screen facing the center stool, a small red light glaring in its upper right hand corner.  Pushing a couple buttons, the screen lights up, giving a view of what appears to be some sort of parlor with bookshelves in the background of an empty office chair.

       Feeling the gentle motion of beginning to roll onto the runway, she watches inquisitively at the blank monitor as he leans forward beside her, opens a cheery wood cabinet, folding down a small table.  Opening the top of an elegant container, pouring a couple splashes of what appears to be wine into a sterling chalice; he reaches toward her, for the first time, smiles, offering her the cup.  “Sip this; we have an interesting flight ahead of us.”

       Accepting it, a curtsy smile, she takes a sip, lowers the cup.  “Thank you.”

       “Finish it!  Go ahead, finish it, he doesn’t like it wasted.”  At first raising his voice, then more calmly instructing as he reaches across, raises her wrist toward her mouth.

       “Okay, okay!”  She answers back as she lifts the cup to her lips, takes a gulp, finishing it off.  “There!  Finished.”

       Silently nodding, taking the cup in his hand, he places it back in the cabinet along with the container.

       A couple minutes of silence pass as she feels the soft swaying of her seat with the motion of the plane, rolling, picking up speed.  Glancing toward the monitor, glancing toward him, she asks.  “What’s that for?  It’s not just a TV, is it?’

       “That?”  He asks, titling his head, glancing toward the monitor as he buckles his strap.  “Oh, that’s where Master DeSade will be addressing you shortly, matter of fact within a couple of minutes or so.  It’s a two way system.  The red light shows you’re on his monitor as we speak.  Actually, you’re also being video taped when the light’s on.”

       Again silence, only the motion of the plane lifting into the night air as Jodi Lynn begins feeling a little lightheadedness along with queasiness in the pit of her stomach.  Glancing at the still blank screen, back toward her escort still facing silently forward, she feels strange, the sensation of the strength ebbing from her extremities, her head tilting slightly forward, her arms slumping toward her sides.

       “I, I don’t feel, so, so good.” She nods, speech slurred, as she tries to focus on him, her vision rapidly blurring, but her mind sharp, working, almost too fast, just the opposite of her motor skills.

       “Yes, I know.”  He leans toward her, answers as he reaches behind her, slides a black leather chocker collar around her throat.  “You’ll be like this for some time.”  He adds, clipping a strap from the ceiling behind her to the back of the collar.  Lifting her arm, letting go, he watches her struggle to hold it up as it slowly drops to her side.  “Yes, you’re virtually helpless physically, but I don’t need to tell you, your mind’s racing a mile a minute!”

       Blankly staring toward him, at her reflection in the mirror across from her, she terrifyingly realizes he’s right.  Her thoughts are crystal clear; yet, she’s barely able to remain sitting upright, her arms, legs practically useless, yet with plenty of feeling.  “Wha, what’s happen happ happening to…”  Unable to finish her sentence orally, the thought resonates in her mind.  “What’s happening to me?… Oh God! What’s happening to me?!”

       The next couple minutes pass as the plane reaches altitude, banks, adjusts its direction. “I see she’s ready.”  The voice emits from the monitor as a sinister image appears on the screen, black robed, hooded, unveiled only from his neck to below his nose.

       “Yes, Master DeSade.”  The escort answers back.  “Drugged, waiting your instructions, we’re in the air.”

       “You may start with her.”  The voice from the monitor commands.

       She stares at the screen, the vision almost surreal through her blurry eyes, the robed man staring directly toward her, sinister, threatening.  She can feel her heart pounding. She can also feel her arms, legs, they just don’t work.  Struggling, grunting, she feels just the tips of her fingers, toes barely flexing, if at all.  “Wha… Wha… Ohh… Wha…” Trying to speak, she hears only slurred mumblings echoing in her head as they can’t catch up with her thoughts.  The thought of acid or something similar crosses her mind.

       “Wasting your time, might as well remain silent!”  The escort scolds as he releases his seatbelt, reaches across and unclips the strap from her hips while sliding an open shears across the top of her white cotton blouse.

       Clipping, snipping, he cuts the one side, then the other from the tops of her shoulders.  Reaching across the front of her, he slides the blades horizontally, slipping downward between her breasts, from her neck to her waist.  Grabbing the back of her blouse, tugging pulling, he yanks the material from her arching back leaving only her strapless, low cut satin bra barely covering her twin mounds.

       Panicking, her eyes lower as her body jerks, the collar holding her upright.  Glancing across at her reflection in the mirror, watching in terror as the flashing blades of the shears cut through her blouse as her breasts sway and bounce in her stretching bra, she frantically struggles, tries to will herself to move her hands, cover herself, to no avail as her arms lay limply at her sides.

       Dropping her ruined blouse on the floor, he slips his thumb, forefinger of his left hand into the valley of her substantial breasts, tugs the thin material between the French cut cups, tugging outwards.  Snipping the shears between her breasts, he twists the material, jerks it away from her arching torso, watching her bare breasts bounce, practically stand upright as if the material had been holding them down.

       Glancing at the ruined bra, twisting it in his fist, he again glances at her incredible tanned  breasts, global, natural, high smooth areolas with perky nipples, yet the firm mounds almost too large for her slender body.  Finding the tag on the back strap, giving it a closer look, he realizes it’s a size 34 DD, and almost too small to hold her perfect, youthful melons.

       Raising the bra close to the red light on the monitor, his voice almost in awe, he whispers.  “Master DeSade, thirty four double D’s, and tight!

       “Good, continue!”  She hears the quick response, the voice sternly spoken from the monitor.  Still gazing toward the mirror, she watches as her breasts, as if in slow motion; sway from side to side with the causal motion of the plane as the shears are lowered toward her kilted skirt, snipping up its side.

       Tugging, stretching, he continues to snip, splitting the skirt in two.  Jerking it away from between the bottom of her right hip and the seat, dropping it onto the floor, he glances toward her matching thong panty barely covering her obviously shaven pubic mound.  Snipping the thin white strap across her right hip, then left, he grips the front of the material and tugs it, watches it stretch between her slit while her hips thrust forward as he forces her right thigh toward her side.  Glancing at the panty before tossing it on the floor, he smiles at the size one tag.

       Admiring her tanned, now naked body, her defined abs gently flexing as her shoulders slump forward, he watches her symmetrical breasts spreading apart, hanging above her slender stomach sloping gently outward from above her spread thighs, her butt cheeks jaunting back on the leather straps.

       Reaching between her legs, spreading her thighs with his left hand, he tweaks her exposed clitoris between the thumb and forefinger of his right.  Tugging, twisting, he squeezes, stretches it out from the folds of her puffy vulva as he glances up into her glazed eyes.  Satisfied with his firm grip, knowing he’s hurting her, he reaches for a chromed Japanese clover clamp, slides it across the swelling nub, hesitating before releasing it.

       Her screams are only in her mind, just soft grunts are audible.  The pain tears through her clitoris as she sets virtually motionless facing him.   Watching thru her tears at him raising his left hand, tightly pinching and twisting the bud of her right nipple between his thumb and fingernail, the silent screams continue as he slides another identical clamp across her tan areola, encircling her nipple, before letting it snap shut.

       Her involuntary twitching resonates in his fingertips as she’s totally helpless to protect herself.  Even her sighs, moans are virtually nothing more then forced breaths as the clamps continue to send electrical jolts throughout her nearly paralyzed body.

       Tears streak off her cheeks as she sees the third clover clamp raised toward her left breast, slid across her bare skin, snapped shut as he tweaks that nipple.  The pain pulses, thumps inside her tortured body.  Her mind rages with fear, anger and frustration as she mentally urges herself to resist, yet realizing her arms are barely moving, just twitching as she can’t believe she’s staring at her own reflection, chrome clamps sparkling off the front of her naked body.

       Leaning away, he lets the monitor’s camera get a full view of his work.  Her quivering body glistens under the single light reflecting down across her naked flesh as she sets in an almost relaxed appearing position.  Reaching behind her neck, he twists her single braid of hair in his fist, raising her face toward the camera.  Even through her welling eyes, the monitor’s large enough for her to make out the image on the screen.

       “Ready, Master DeSade.”  She hears the escort’s voice in her ear as he leans beside her.

       “Jodi Lynn.  Nod your head up and down to communicate with me.  Now.”  The stern voice echoes from the monitor.

       Struggling, she feels the hand twisting her hair, yet her head barely moving as the sight of the monitor slightly rises, lowers.

       “Good.  Okay.  We’re going to go over a few conditions of employment.”  She listens, almost dumbfounded.  Employment?  She watches the screen, again her mind sharp, crisp, the pain of the clamps pulsing on her most tender flesh as everything happening is so surreal, the image of the naked girl across from her nodding her head.

       “First, if you don’t nod in agreement.”  The voice echoes from the monitor.  “I’ll be disappointed and won’t be able to stop your escort with you there from showing his disappointment and adjusting your attitude with what he has in his hand.  And, he uses it in interesting places.  He has quite the imagination.”  A silent moment eerily passes.  “Understand, nod.”

       Barely able to move, she feels the tightness of her hair being gripped as she sees a long, thin, shiny skewer glistening in the fist held in front of her face.  Eyes widening, her heart races as she forces her head to slightly jerk up and down, the clamps biting into her bare flesh seeming to expand, contract with each rasping breath.

       “Good, that’s good!  Now first, rule number one.  Look at the mirror.”  He orders as she glances toward her reflection.  “That body is no longer yours; its only function is for my pleasure.  Understand?”

       Staring into the mirror, up at the monitor, she again tries to force herself to move as a range of emotions flood her mind.  Confused, mad, terrified, she struggles mentally and physically as the clamps jiggle off her aching nipples and clit, her arms hanging limply beside her relaxed thighs.  Feeling a cold sensation against her left breast, quickly glancing toward the mirror, she sees the glistening skewer pricking against the outside globe of her left breast. Heart racing, trying to nod her head, she’s too late.  “Uuuggghh!”  The hoarse grunt escapes her parted lips as the skewer sinks inward into her glistening breast until the needle sharp tip pierces the enveloping flesh.

       “Aaaggghhh!”  An actual scream escapes her lips as she’s barely able to twitch her head up and down, even as the skewer sinks one, two inches deep into her breast.  “Agghhhh!”  Another scream as the skewers’ twisted, probed like a red hot poker before being pulled slowly back out.  Glaring at the mirror through her tears, she watches the clamps painfully twitching on her quivering breasts as a spurt of blood trickles off her rounded globe, tracing down the side of her ribcage as her naked body appears obscenely relax.

       “Okay.”  The calm voice comes across the monitor.  “I see you got the point!  Now number two.  Unless otherwise ordered by me or my wife personally, your body will always be unclothed, nude, completely naked.  Even when performing your duties as a servant, maid, even as the Nanny.  By the way the kids are almost your age, they’ve seen your photo, they’re pleased.”  Continuing he adds.  Getting back to you staying naked, at times I might want to just put you on exhibit, anytime, anyplace.  Also, your orifices will always be instantly available to me or anyone else I offer them to.  Agree?”

       Not believing what she’s hearing, what she’s going through, the ridiculous orders resonate in her mind as she stares numbly toward the monitor as if she’s in the twilight zone, a nightmare.  Her mind centers on the metal clamps continuing to burn across her body as each twitch causes them to tighten even more, the oozing needle prick burning like a swarm of bees.

       “Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!”  Her body reflexively jerks upwards as her glazed eyes dart toward the mirror, unbelievably directed at the piercing pain of the skewer jamming up from between the leather straps forming the seat, directed into the very nub of her clamped clitoris.

       Twitching her head up and down, hysterical, the clamps jerking on her nipples and clit, she feels the skewer punching its way clear through the tortured nub.  “Aaaaagghh  Aaagghhhh  Agghhh!”  Each rasping breath brings an animalistic shriek as the skewer’s twisted, jerked back out. Her body quivering, her reddened eyes glare at the mirror, at the image of the blood dripping off the chrome dangling from her clitoris reflecting back at her.

       “You need to answer more quickly Jodi Lynn.”  The voice pounds in her ear.  “Understand?  I warned you about him, didn’t I?”  Glaring wide eyed toward the monitor, her head jerks, twitches up and down as she grunts through the saliva drooling off her parted lips, dripping across her naked breasts.

       “Good girl.  Now that’s better!”  The vision of the robed man speaks through the monitor.  “Now thirdly, you’ll learn to service me, my wife, and anyone else I allow.  Actually you might say you’ll be a real, live sex slave.  You’ll be enthusiastic and instantaneous with your sexual services.”  Again silent for a few moments, he adds.  “But, your orgasms are forbidden unless instructed.  Then, it must be instantaneous, but don’t worry about that, they must be earned, they may be separated by weeks, or even months.  In fact, most of the time they will not be allowed to come from sex, but from discipline sessions.  It will all come with practice.  Oh, and of course you are never to touch your breasts, vagina or ass without permission.  Agreed?”

       Glancing at the monitor, nauseated, her eyes darting at the mirror, she quickly twitches her head up and down.  Feeling the hand still gripping her hair, in an odd way glad she can feel it, hoping he realizes she’s answering, even if she doesn’t mean it.

       ”Oh, finally, just to let you know, just in case you harbor any ideas.  You’re being brought to our Caribbean estate.  And, by the way, your airline ticket’s being used.  That flight’s taking you to your original destination as we speak.  But for whatever reason, when you get there, you’ll change your mind like you have so many times in the past and you’ll get a ticket for a bus to take you to Mexico, where sadly, you’re going to disappear.  At least that’s what any investigators will uncover, if there are any.”  A chuckle comes over the monitor as he adds.  “You’d be amazed how much your look a like actually looks like you, except for those titties!”

       The escort releases her hair, leans toward the monitor, asking.  “Anything else Master DeSade?”

       Dismayed, oblivious to their discussion, she quivers as the realization of her unthinkable future sinks in, her heart thumping in her chest as the voice comes over the monitor.  “That’s all for now, you’ve still got a couple hours or so before the plane lands.  Have your usual fun, and then bring her home, she starts at her position tomorrow morning.”

       Raising her head, watching the monitor as the hooded man stands, leaves the view of the screen, leaving the empty chair and bookshelves, she again struggles to move her arms, legs, anything.  Glancing down toward the mirror she watches her limp body gently swaying in the reflection, the strap hanging down from the ceiling behind her neck supporting her, blood trickling down from between her thighs.  Only the clamps jiggle off her pulsing nipples, aching clit, nothing else moves.

       Gazing back toward the blank monitor, she notices the red light still glaring.  Feeling cold metal, her heart pounding, her eyes dart toward the mirror as she sees the glisten off the skewer being slid between the clover clamps, against the tip of her swollen nipple.

End Part One                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

THE NANNY

       The harsh reality of her inescapable situation along with the strict, none compromising rules of her subjected ‘employment’ explained in an inimitable style, combined with an unexpected painful demonstration for the slightest disobedience has left Jodi Lynn for the time being physically incapacitated and mentally devastated.  Her next stop after being appropriately prepared will have her meet the rest of the family she’s bound to serve, and service, as the second phase of her twisting saga is set to begin.

       Chapter Two

       It’s been well over two hours, long hours; they’re still in the air since Jodi Lynn’s ineffable interview with who was supposed to be her new employer.   Most of the time since has been consumed with her being wickedly abused while seated, physically defenseless, yet agonizingly, mentally alert.  Beside’s the mounting pain of the clamps compressing her most sensitive flesh, she’s long lost count of the endless, painful needle pricks being sadistically probed across her defenseless, naked body, primarily across her bare breasts, occasionally between her spread thighs.

       He’s been taking full advantage of the virtually free reins he’s been given to amuse himself at her expense for the bulk of the duration of the flight.  Impressed with her incredible, erotic look, he appreciates the opportunity he’s allowed, the fringe benefits of his position with the family.

       Knowing the flight’s on its final stage, finally laying the tinged skewer to the side, he begins slowly removing the trio of clover clamps, starting with the most painful one, twitching between her thighs.  He’s enjoying manipulating her naked body, fingering her bare vagina and fondling her incredible breasts that he’s been randomly probing with the glistening skewer.  Her pathetic moans immeasurably heightens his satisfaction as he slowly squeezes, releases the crimson tinged clamp.   Her tear filled eyes stare hazily toward his, her hollowed stomach reflexively rippling as the clamp’s pulled away from her twitching, flattened clitoris, oozing the tiniest of droplets of her bright red blood.

       Her audible moans again are barely shallow grunts as the screams reverberate in her head.  The firm grip of the tong’s serrated tips releasing, the searing sensation of the blood’s instant recirculation, mixed with the throbbing of each heartbeat pounding from her chest, down through her clitoris, jolts her body and mind.

       Laying the damp clamp down beside him, he reaches over, cups her right breast solidly in the palm of his left hand.  Squeezing the firm tit flesh, he twists the jiggling clover clamp, spreads it apart.  Her bulging breast visibly quivers as the separating tongs of the clamp cling to the damp smidgeon of blood on the flattened bud of her compressed areola, stretching her breast outward until he gives a quick jerk.  Another muffled grunt as her head tilts forward from the strap tautly stretching toward the ceiling.  The clamp releasing, her breast bouncing, it quivers, swaying against her other, still clamped breast, jaunting out off the front of her bowed torso.

       Again, he can feel the reflexive twitches of her tortured body through his fingertips as he palms her left breast, glances toward her reddened face, tears streaking down off her cheeks.  Pressing his thumb, fingertips across the glistening chrome, he gives another squeeze, of her left breast, twists the clamp, jerking it out from, off the stretching, tinged nipple as her chest thrusts outward, both breasts bouncing, swaying as her head’s jerked back from the swaying strap to the back of her chocker collar.  He listens to another of her pathetic grunts, maybe a gurgle this time, as he smiles, glances down toward her twitching fingers from her hands swaying down beside the edges of the seat below her limp arms.

       Dropping the reddish, smudged clamp next to the other pair, he again cups both her breasts in the palms of his hands, feeling, melding the firm youthful melons, glancing across the needle pricks, the discolored nipples still oozing blood, spreading back to their normal thickness.  Glancing up and down, admiring her glistening, naked, and totally helpless body, he holds back his urge to spread her out on the cabin floor and climb across her.  He all but too well knows his boundaries, and ignoring his urges, stays within them.  Leaning back, he begins collecting, cleaning his utensils, letting her silently sit across from him, staring into the mirror at the reflection of her naked body, glistening, chrisom splotches across her breasts, trailing down across her thighs.

       Allowed to set with the agonizing clamps finally removed, without being abused is giving her somewhat of a respite, yet also time to begin to agonize over her incredulous predicament as she stares toward her tortured reflection from the mirror.  As her mind drifts, wondering how she let all this happen to herself, she can’t believe she hadn’t been the least bit apprehensive at the airport.  Maybe it was the Zenex’s, the pot before she had even boarded the commercial flight.  Yet, they had her photograph that she had emailed with her application, and then there was her name on the chalk board in the busy airport’s rotunda, how was she to know anything as remotely insane as this could happen to her?

       Reflecting on how she’s always been able to use her cunning, her body to get whatever she’s wanted, she thinks back even as far as when she was barely fifteen years old, the first time she ran away from home, quickly becoming street wise as someone twice her age, and with a body to match.  Now she’s quickly realizing her smugness, and her physical attributes have placed her in the ominous position she’s afraid to even try to comprehend.  Getting away from everybody, friends and family alike, trying a new start for the umpteenth time, a different direction each time, now with the knowledge no one will even realize she could possibly be in real trouble, danger because of her very personality, and erratic past behavior, hardly ever staying in contact with anyone who cared for her, she feels the sense of real fear, a portentous dread for the first time.

       Feeling a slight lurch in the plane banking as it begins to descend from its cruising altitude, she’s jerked back into reality.  Suddenly realizing she’s beginning to recover some motion in her fingertips, she repeatedly attempts to flex, move, and twist.   Besides the pain of blood rushing into her compressed nipples and clitoris, she actually begins to feel a burning tingling throughout her extremities.  Struggling, slowly raising her arms across her spread thighs, she glances down toward her twitching fingers as she flexes them open and shut.  The strap’s still fastened to the back of the chocker collar, holding her head upright as she glances over toward him setting across from her, cleaning the assortment of the skewer and clamps he’s amused his self with on her naked body for the past couple hours.

       “Starting to move those hands, huh?”  He nods as he glances up, reaches across her legs, snapping the seat belt securely across her hips.  “Just in time for the landing.” He adds as he snaps a capsule, whiffs it back and forth several brisk times across her upper lip.  “Here sniff this, it’ll get you going.”  Jerking her head back and forth, grunting, she feels the movement of her hands tightening, squeezing, her legs twitching as she barely straightens them out in front of her, to little, to late.

       “By the way, I believe Master DeSade left out a couple of his pet rules.”  He whispers as he leans toward her ear, tweaking her sore left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  “Since you’ve been such a sport while I played with these titties, I’m going to help you out, maybe prevent an unnecessary beating or two.”  Slipping his fingers from her breast, lifting her chin in the palm of his right hand, turning her face towards his, he adds.  “Here’s some valuable advice, look at me.  First and foremost, never speak unless spoken too, and then, only if you’re instructed to answer.  Also, never, and I mean never, look into anyone’s eyes like you’re doing right now, of course unless strictly ordered too.  I’ve seen girls tits whipped raw, especially by the Mistress for breaking that rule, understand?”

       Her eyes dart away, toward the mirror, a tear streaking off her cheek as she barely nods, pressing her chin jerkily downward, into his hand.  “Good!”  He smiles, slowly lowering his fingers, leans back into his seat, a faint smile across his face.

       Feeling the plane banking, dropping, the air speed decelerating, she feels her ears clogging, popping as she lets her hands slide down across the chrome edges of the seat while she glances toward him fastening his seat belt.  Quietly setting, staring hazily toward the reflection in the mirror across from her, she studies the surreal image of her own naked body sitting with a black chocker collar around her throat, the strap stretching down from the ceiling.  The pain of her tortured breasts and vagina has dulled, the multitude of needle pricks barely oozing any more blood across her already reddish tinged flesh.

       “By the time the plane taxi’s to its stop, you’ll be able to stand and walk, maybe with a little assistance.”  He breaks the silence, as the plane quivers, touching down on the runway, slightly bouncing, once, twice as the sounds of the screeching tires and the whine of the turbo props reverberate throughout the cabin.

       Gripping tight, she feels the queasiness in her stomach as the plane decelerates, slowly turns, finally coming to a halt, the sounds of the props slowly fading to a whirl, then into a silence.  Nervously squeezing the chrome rails, releasing, squeezing, she watches the surreal movement of herself in the mirror of as she wiggles her legs, arms, regaining her motion.

       “Lean forward.”  He instructs, unsnapping his seatbelt as he leaves his seat, kneels while reaching across, unfastening the leather strap from behind her snug chocker collar.  “Arms behind your back, girl!”

       Still belted in, bending forward, she allows him to cuff her left, then right wrist as he twists, crisscrosses her arms upward behind her back, her grapefruit sized breasts swaying off the front of her arching, twisting torso.  The cuffs securely fastened behind her neck to the rear of the collar, he leans her upright.  “There.”  He quips as he reaches for her puckering left nipple, clips the alcohol cleansed clover clamp, now with a thin silver chain fastened to it, deep onto the thick nub, stretches the chain upwards, clipping it to the “O” ring on the front of the chocker.  The familiar pain again sears through her breast as the dampness of the alcohol’s absorbed into her raw flesh.

       “One more!”  He adds while slipping a similar cleansed clamp equally deep onto her right nipple, stretching its chain upwards toward the collar, snapping it shut.    Lifting both quivering breasts in the palms of his hands, glancing toward the tears streaking down across her face as she pitifully grunts from the burning sensation in her again tortured nipples, he jiggles the firm, symmetrical mounds up and down, the gleaming clamps mounted deeply, firmly, while pointing straight outward.  “All done!”

       Taking a couple of alcohol soaked hand wipes, one in each hand, he quickly swipes down across the front side of her naked body starting with the tops of her shoulders, sloping down across her arms, then back and forth across her swaying breasts, tops, bottoms, around the clamps, swaying chains, then down across her stomach, finally finishing with a couple thrusts deeply between her spread thighs, swollen labia folds.

       Squinting, biting her lip, she holds her breath at times, especially as she feels the swipes across her raw clit or pricked breasts as the alcohol again burns at her multiple, miniscule wounds.  Her chest, vagina feels as if they’re on fire as the tint from the blood diminishes, even as her bare flesh reddens from the swiping alcohol soaked cloth.

       “Good girl.”  He whispers as he unsnaps her seatbelt.  “Stand up; you’re ready to meet your welcoming committee.  That is, after I mount this in you.”

       Glancing down toward his right hand as he’s assisting her up with his left, she’s shocked by a gleaming, and to her, a giant chrome hook in his fingers, a chrome bulge almost the size of a tennis ball mounted on its short, curved end.  Biting her lip, slowly shaking her head, she softly groans as he twists her around, glides the ball up between her butt cheeks.

       “It’s an ass hook, and, that’s where it’s going.”  He nonchalantly quips as he grips her right breast for leverage as he twists the chrome tubular hook across the puckered rim of her rectum.  “Relax, I’ve lubricated it, don’t fight it, let it slide in or I’ll change my mind and jam it right up your pussy.”

       Her breast squeezed, her butt cheeks jerking upward, back and forth across the shorter, wider end of the hook; she finally feels it “plop” inside her stretched anus.  Grunting, squinting, biting her lower lip, she feels the smooth, cool metal slowly forced deeper up inside her, sliding in, spreading her anus, the ball engulfing her rectum until the longer end of the curved hook slides tightly up between her butt cheeks, the large, flattened eyehole on its tip pressing against the hollow of the small of her back.

       “Almost there.”  He advises as he ties a slip knot through the eyehole, stretches a slender rope up behind her back, looping its end through the “O” ring on the back of the chocker collar, tugging tightly.

       “Oomph!”  Tiptoeing on the balls of her feet each time he jerks the rope tighter, she can’t help groaning as she feels her neck tugged back, her face forced upward, her bouncing breasts pushed out while her butt cheeks lift up and back as he finally finishes tying the knot.  Grabbing, twisting her around by her lifted, thrust out breast, he releases his grip, stepping back a step to admire her erotic, serpentine profile, her braid of hair gently swaying behind her bowed shoulders, covering her cuffed wrists shackled behind her neck.

       “One last thing.”  He advises as he picks up a black, leather leash, another clover clamp glistening, dangling from one end.  “Which?”

       “Huh?”  She whines, glancing at the swaying clamp, initially not realizing what he’s asking.

       “I asked, which tit?”  He scolds.  “Pick a tit or I’ll clamp it on what’s left of that sore clit of yours!  Understand?”

       “Oh!  Oh, not, not down there, God no!”  Shaking her head back and forth, she whimpers.  “It still hurts so badly, please!”  Twisting, she babbles as her breasts bounce, spread apart on her arching chest as she glances across the jiggling clamps twisting at her tugged nipples.  “They, but they’re already clamped too!” See… See?”

       “Okay then, one last time!”  He sternly instructs as he stares down between her thighs, slides the clamp down toward her vagina. “I don’t care, pick a tit or it’s your pussy!”

       “God!  God, this one, this, this one then!”  She fearfully nods, glancing down, twists her body, pushes her thrust out right breast toward him while staring teary eyed toward her already clamped, jiggling nipple.  “Here, right here then. Okay?!”

       “That’s better.”  He smiles, reaching up, squeezing the second spread clamp deeply across the swollen nub twitching off her swaying breast, letting it snap shut across the other clamp.

       “Aaagghhh!”  Jerking, twisting, she stares through her tears, down toward the pair of clamps standing straight out off her puckered nipple, the leash swaying between her breast and his outstretched hand.  Tiptoeing, twisting, she grunts, moans.  “Oomph!  God!  That hurts!”

       Twisting, he watches as the plane’s hatch swings open, slowly elevates downward, toward the tarmac.  Bending, facing toward the mirror, he straightens his suit, checks his tightly drawn back hair.  Turning back, stepping past her, he rasps.  “Come on.”  Tugging the leash, stretching her throbbing nipple, he forces her to her tiptoes, her hair barely scraping across the top of the fuselage as he leads her toward the cabin’s exit.  Reaching behind her back, gripping the chrome hook in one hand, tugging at the leash from her front side, he guides her down the steps, head leaning back, her breasts bouncing, swaying with each halting step as they climb toward the ground.  Reaching the glistening blacktop, she takes a couple halting breaths, glancing into the dimly lit area, inhaling the misty night air as the constant aches and pains consume her naked body.

       Trying to block the pain, apprehensively focusing around her, the runway seems to be isolated, a well maintained hanger off to one side with what appears to be a house large enough to be a country club in the background.  Standing painfully erect, the dampness beginning to cling across her naked body, through her seemingly constant, welling tears she notices a set of headlights between the house and hanger becoming larger in the distance, rapidly approaching.

       Holding her erect with the chrome hook twisting upwards between her but cheeks, he lets the leash brush painfully across the glistening clamps springing outward, off her nipples. Twisting, he faces her away from the plane, toward the approaching headlights.   “Remember what I told you, and whatever you do, don’t speak or move unless she orders you too!”  He whispers, leaning beside her ear as the military style Hummer slows, swings in front of them to a stop.

       The driver’s front and back two doors swing open simultaneously as a thirty something woman dressed in a pantsuit, along with a couple of young adults, a male and female, climb out, step toward the plane, toward them.  Reaching out for the leash, without speaking a word, her piercing eyes glancing up and down, the woman grabs the black leather strap in her fist; slowly does a half circle around Jodi Lynn’s humiliatingly displayed body, stationary, shoulders arched back, breasts thrust out, separated, the clamps jiggling, twitching  on the swaying chains.  The teenagers stand quietly together, both showing a smugness as they watch, obviously entertained with the sight of the naked, bound woman in front of them.

       “So, this here’s their belated eighteenth birthday present huh?”  She asks, glancing toward the man, not really expecting an answer, glancing back toward Jodi Lynn.  “Hum, looks like she’s already been given some attention by the looks of these big, ‘ol titties.”  Reaching out, lifting, twisting the leash clamp over half a twist, the chain leading from the nipple up to the chocker collar jerks, sways as she glances at the faint pattern of needle pricks still visible across the bare breasts as she keeps the same smirk on her business like face.  Stretching Jodi Lynn’s breast upwards, letting the other breast bounce, the chains swaying as she again forces her to tip toe; the Woman traces a finger around the fullness of the stretching globe.

       Trying to maintain her silence, to stand motionless, Jodi Lynn catches a quick glimpse of the woman’s face.  Stern but still sinisterly attractive, her frown’s intense as she methodically inspects the clamped breast.  Remembering, turning her eyes as she’d been advised, Jodi Lynn feels the sharp pain searing through her already abused nipple being twisted, manipulated.  Biting her lower lip, tears streaking off her cheeks, the whole situation seems absolutely incomprehensible, surreal.

       “Well kids, she’s the one you wanted, right?  She’s the one you both helped picked out!”  Glancing toward the teenagers, back toward Jodi Lynn’s bare breasts, she nods.  “Jessica, you first, come on over here; tell me what you think of your new Nanny.”  Handing the leash to the teen, her face remaining stoic, stepping beside the man, she nods her approval.  “I’ve got to admit, she’s got a Hell of a body, really incredible breasts, no butt though, huh!”  She whispers as she crosses her arms, glances back toward her step daughter circling her naked, humiliated present.

       Staring straight ahead after the quickest of glances, realizing the girl’s barely a year younger then her, Jodi Lynn’s naked flesh glistens, visibly quivers in the damp chilled night air as she feels her fingers, hands groping her.  Disgusted, terrified, humiliated, she tries to unsuccessfully block her numbing thoughts from her mind as she stands in front of them as the only one naked among the clothed group.  Feeling the pinching, twisting, squeezing of her breasts, tugging of the chrome hook rammed up her rectum, she concentrates on staring blankly into the chilled, damp darkness, clenching her fists tightly behind her neck.

       Twisting the clamp on Jodi Lynn’s nipple, sliding her fingers up between the puffy folds of her swollen vulva, in and out, intentionally scraping a fingernail painfully across the still oozing clitoris while jerking the hook up tighter between her butt cheeks, the girl continuously glances up toward Jodi Lynn’s expressionless face while her self sarcastically moaning, sighing, chuckling while mimicking her.

       Heart pounding, anger mixing with her fear as the girl’s obviously enjoying humiliating her in front of the others, struggling to remain motionless, feeling nauseated, again the queasiness rumbling in the pit of her stomach, Jodi Lynn braces, barely able to force herself to suppress the humiliation, the pain as her chilled, arched, naked body’s sadistically toyed with.  A million scrambled thoughts flash through her tortured mind, beginning to blur her physical, mental agony as she can’t help herself, glances toward the girl as she hears her addressing her mother.

       “We get to whip her all over and do all those other things, like daddy and you like to do, right mother?!”  She hears the girl asking in a preppy tone, more then attractive herself, dark skin, almost oriental style jet black hair to her waist, obviously just having bloomed into womanhood as her firm, braless perky breasts stretch at her skimpy Caribbean style halter top.

       Running her fingernails across the center of Jodi Lynn’s stomach, down to her navel, pinching, twisting the inverted bellybutton, the girl sinisterly squints toward Jodi Lynn’s swollen eyes as she feels the damp, bare flesh trembling between her pinching fingernails.

       “Of course dear.”  The woman nods.  “You’ll quickly learn to work her out in the chamber, use whatever of the instruments you want on her.”  She adds, smiling, also glancing toward her step son. “You, too!  Get over there, check her out!”

       Still rubbing her bare hands across Jodi Lynn’s stomach, between her thighs, resting both hands back across the top of the damp, quivering breasts thrust out in front of her, the girl turns, glancing toward her approaching brother, smirking as she melds the firm globes.  “Know what?  She’s just like a real, life size Barbie Doll, big boobies and all!... Feel ‘em!”   Again glancing up into Jodi Lynn’s face, trying to make eye contact, she smirks.  “You’re my Bondage Barbie, huh!”  Glancing toward her stepmother, giving another squeeze, twist of the clover clamps, she asks.  “God, her titties are solid mother, you sure they’re… They’re real?  We can keep this one?”

       Smirking, the woman nods toward the man.  “They certainly better be, because I know someone’s used them for pin cushions earlier tonight!”

       Nodding back with a slight smile, he acknowledges.  “Oh yes, I can guarantee they’re the real things!  She’s a keeper alright!”

       “Yes, we get to use her like a whore too, correct mother!”  The boy chimes in as he steps beside his sister.  Tall, muscular for his youthful age, he’s also dark skinned, short styled black hair.  His shoulders, tanned biceps glistening from his tank top, he slips his thumb between Jodi Lynn’s thighs, up into her moist slit, grips her bare breast with his other hand, giving it a firm twist.  “God, they are hard!”  He grins, turning his head toward his sister.

       “Oomph!”  Twitching, tiptoeing, blocking a scream, on the verge of hyperventilating, tears streaking off her cheeks, Jodi Lynn feels her knees shaking.  Glancing down, she can make out an obvious firm bulge in the front of his kakis as she feels it brushing across her bare thigh.  Defiantly digging her fingernails deep into the palms of her hands twisted up behind her neck, she can’t believe she’s hearing these comments, feeling the fondling, like her naked body’s being humiliatingly probed as no less then a piece of meat.  Reflexively jerking, her mind screams to wake up from this nightmare.

       Smiling toward the man while shaking her head back and forth, the woman lets out a chuckle.  “Yes, she’s a whore alright.  And, she’ll soon learn to keep all three of her orifices available!”  Walking over, stepping between the teenagers, pushing them aside, gripping Jodi Lynn’s chin in the palm of her hand, she smirks.  “Tell the twins you’re a whore and they can play with you anyway and anytime they want too!”  Glancing down toward Jodi Lynn’s glistening body quivering, before even getting an answer, she smirks.  “Damn girl, you’re shaking all over!  Oh well, go ahead, tell them they can whip, have sex, punish you, whatever they want!  Go ahead!”  Grabbing the nipple clamps, twisting over half a turn, the woman holds them firmly between her fingertips, stares directly into Jodi Lynn’s reddening face, twisting the clamps just a little harder.

       Reflexively jerking from the torment, quivering from the cold, wet night air, Jodi Lynn glances through her tears pleadingly toward the man as he turns his head away, slowly nodding.   Glancing back toward the woman, overwhelmed with anxiety, feeling light headed, on the verge of passing out, taking a couple deep breaths; she hears her own quivering voice.  “Oomph!  I… I’m a whore.  God!  Okay, I’m a whore!  You, they… They’re allowed to do whatever they want with me!... I don’t care!”

       Smirking, harshly twisting the clamps across the tugged breasts, forcing Jodi Lynn onto her tiptoes, she sternly orders.  “Tell them what I told you to say… Dear!”

       Shaking, now from fear and anger, barely able to maintain her balance, her knees quivering, Jodi Lynn blurts.  “I said I’m your fucking whore, okay?!  Beat me… Punish me… Fuck me!  You can do anything with me you want too!... I can’t stop you!… Okay?... Damn!”  Glaring momentarily toward the woman, she blurts out again.  “There… That’s what you wanted me to say… That’s what you want to hear… Right?”

       Slowly nodding her disapproval, the woman’s piercing eyes squint as she smirks.  “Well that’s not exactly what I instructed you to say, but, oh well, it’s getting late, you’ll learn with time, but, for now you’ll really going to pay for that little snipe!”

       Glancing toward the teenagers, nodding her head, she orders.  “To the car, kids.”  Turning back toward Jodi Lynn, sliding her open hands across the glistening, bare breasts, she sternly rasps.  “By the way, take a good look at these again.”  Glancing up, glaring wickedly into Jodi Lynn’s face, she gives another squeeze of both breasts, firmly holding them tight.  “Let me tell you something, these are actually what got you the position.  Or should I say, put you in the position you’re in!  Initially it was a close decision between you and another girl from Kentucky.  And, would you believe, we took her over you?

       Glancing toward the man, he affirmatively nods back.  “But, it wound up she disappointed us.”  The woman continues.  “Her breasts were augmented, fake, so before we really ruined them, we shipped her off to Singapore, sold her for a really good profit to an Asian acquaintance.  They love doing all kinds of things to American women over there, you know.  After he’s done with her, wearing her out, then he’ll probably whore her out in some opium den.

       Twisting the nipple clamps, then gripping Jodi Lynn’s breasts again, sadistically squeezing, tugging, she continues.  “You see, we need a girl with real breasts, like these, they aren’t nearly so complicated to work out.  There’s certain things augmented breasts can’t handle very well, like needles and suspensions, even certain whips and crops.  Now yours can handle all that, and believe me, they’re going too!”

       Staring directly at Jodi Lynn’s swollen eyes, she orders.  “Look at me!”  Waiting for their eyes to meet again, she adds.  “Master DeSade and I are experts, it’s our lifestyle, we could have handled her, but the step kids there, getting in the car?  Well, they’re novices.  And since they’re adults now, you’re going to be their first, very first.   And, you’re going to break their cherries, in more ways then one!”

       Squeezing the pair of bare breasts, firmly twisting, finally releasing her grip, letting them bounce, stretch at the chains from the collar, she continues.  “So, anyway, when we got your application, we had you checked out without your knowledge.  We actually were sent some nice, revealing photographs from a tanning club you so conveniently belong to that we happen to own interest in.  You were photographed in every position imaginable in the different tanning booths you thought they allowed you to upgrade too for free, even encouraging you to tan completely nude.

       Taking a moment, again caressing, melding the firm globes, flicking the flexing chains from the nipples, she watches Jodi Lynn’s naked body jerking as her quivering shoulders arch back from her bindings, her stomach rippling with each halting breath.  “You’d be surprised how many people never realize there’s a naked photo or two of them floating around just because they like to tan!”  Still amusing herself, bouncing the thrust out breasts playfully up and down, back and forth, watching the last shred of hope draining from Jodi Lynn’s glazing eyes, she adds.  “Anyway, the entire family was really impressed with the photos of these puppies!”  Squeezing one more time then gliding her hand down the side of Jodi Lynn’s ribcage, waist and finally across the outside curve of her hip, she continues.  “Not to mention the rest of this gorgeous body, even though some of it’s certainly gotten abused tonight, hasn’t it?”  Stepping back a step, she smirks.  “Oh, one more thing girly, remember this!  You better learn your place here fast!  There’s always room in Singapore for another cunt to disappear too!”

       Turning toward the man, holding the leash out toward him, she smiles.  “You nailed her breasts pretty good on the flight, didn’t you?”  Smiling, shaking her head back and forth, she adds.  “Oh, don’t worry, it’s okay, I just wanted to know how well she can handle the pain?”    Glancing back, the man just shrugs his shoulders, stepping between them, he takes the leash.

       “Okay, enough for tonight.”  She instructs.  “Take our big tittied little whore here to the hanger, put her under the shower and medicate those little ‘ol wounds.  Then, have her cleaned up for bright and early tomorrow morning.  Master DeSade should arrive sometime tonight.

       Stepping toward the Hummer, seeing the teenagers already seated, she turns, glances back toward Jodi Lynn’s quivering naked body glistening in the dew.  “Bring her to the house early, and also, I guess you can take those clamps off, but  leave that butt plug in her ass for the rest of the evening, I like that touch!”

       Stepping toward the driver’s door, opening it, she adds. “Actually, know what, before she’s cleaned up, why don’t you go ahead and see what else her mouth’s good for.  Then, plug all her orifices for the rest of the evening while you let her meditate from the end of the block and tackle in the hanger’s workshop tonight.  Let’s see how quick she’ll learn I don’t tolerate rudeness or disrespect!”

End Part Two                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

THE NANNY

Having spent the night in the hanger, punished as ordered by the Madam, Jodi Lynn’s about to meet and face her employer face to face as he arrives at the complex.   

Chapter  Three

       Hearing the man’s voice, glancing up through swollen eyes, she blurredly stares toward the early morning sunlight glaring through the crack of the door to the mechanic’s shop from the virtually vacant hanger.  Jodi Lynn twists by her wrists from the chain hanging from the block and tackle, having struggled, kept awake for the better part of the night after also ’servicing’ her escort from the flight as punishment for her frustrated outburst.        

       Kept naked, her sleek body stretches, her large breasts firm, symmetrical, quivering off her chest above her hollowed, rippling stomach.  For the past few hours her orifices have been stuffed as ordered.  A bright red ball gag’s filling her mouth, tautly spreading her lips apart as a constant stream of drooling saliva drips across her bare breasts.  An oversized phallus fills her stretched vagina, helping to force her thighs to spread, along with the chrome butt plug still engulfing her anus, it never having been removed.

       Numbly watching him silently step past, positioning himself behind her, she feels his hands gripping, twisting at the chrome butt plug.  Her head’s jerked back as he roughly unties the rope from the back of the chocker collar.  Hips reflexively flinching as the thick ball squeezes downward, tugging from her insides, she feels the sensation of it pressing against the phallus.  Squeezed against the rim of her puckered anus, she feels it finally jerk, ‘plopping’ out.

       “Oomph!”  Grunting from the gag, she twists, tiptoes as she feels his hands sliding between her thighs, twisting, surprisingly sliding the phallus smoothly out from her stretched vagina.  Stepping toward her front side, he reaches behind her neck, untwists the ball gag’s strap, cupping her saliva smeared chin in his palm, gripping the wet ball with his other hand, he flicks it out from between her yawning lips.  Turning, the assorted instruments in hand, he tosses them across the shelf, taps a button on the wall.  The whir of the chain echoes in the empty room as the block and tackle slowly begins to lower.  After a foot or so, flicking the button a second time, the sound fades as the chain stiffens.

       Continuing to stare toward the man, her arms still raised above her head, her elbows bend, lower to just in front of her chin, allowing her to stand flat footed.  Sleepless, functioning primarily on adrenaline, the aches, the pains haven’t dulled much as she’s mentally drained, past the point of even caring that her abused body’s still naked in front of him.

       Stepping in front of her, whiffing a capsule across her upper lip, he backs up a step as grunting, coughing, her head jerks back and forth while her body twists under the rattling chains.

       “Well, good morning.”  He acknowledges, again stepping directly in front of her, placing both hands across the upper curves of either side of her hips.  “How was your night?”

       Lowering her head, eyes toward the floor, she feels her legs twitching, her aching calves and burning thighs barely able to support her, caused from alternating back and forth on the balls of her feet, tiptoeing all night.

       “I asked how you are.”  He scolds, squeezing the sides of her thighs between his tightening fingers, thumbs.  “I would have thought you might begin to learn, the way you spent the night after your pleasant meeting with the Madam!”  He adds while eyeing her up and down, sliding his hands across her naked flesh.  “When I take you up to the house, you’re going to face Master DeSade right off, and then the Mistress again afterwards.  Unable to resist squeezing her breasts gently between his fingertips, he continues.  “You better realize what’s happening, and most important, accept it!  That thing about Singapore, that’s real, understand?  Look at me!”

       Raising her swollen eyes, her arms and elbows limply sway between their faces as his hands meld her breasts.  Blinking, she’s barely able to rasp with her hoarse voice.  “I’m okay, I… I guess.  At…  At least as good as can be expected.”

       Staring across her flushed and puffy, sleepless face, he still sees the rare exotic beauty underneath, even without the makeup.  Lifting her chin in the palm of his hand, her deep brown eyes stare hazily back toward his through her squinting eyelids, her perky nose with a tinge of mucus glistening from a nostril, the full, pouty lips finishing her both youthful but classical facial features.

       Lowering his hands, feeling across the firm curves of her hips, glancing down toward her symmetrical breasts standing out from underneath her bent elbows, he thinks to himself there’s not a snowball’s chance in Hell Master DeSade will allow anyone to dispose of her.  Reaching for her wrists, he directs her.  “Listen, I’m taking the cuffs off, relieve yourself, go jump in the shower… Take another quick one, hair and all… Wake yourself up.”  As he works the shackles, he adds.  “You’ve got ten minutes.  There’s still a fresh towel to dry off with back there.  Leave it in there when you’re done.  I’ll be waiting, cleaning up out here.”

       Dropping one arm as it’s uncuffed, the other almost immediately, she lowers her head, quietly turns back toward the shower stalls as he watches her naked body from behind, boyish butt and all as he catches a glimpse of the rounded curves of her swaying breasts protruding out from either side as she raises her arms above her head, her hands twisting her hair up into a loose bun as she walks away.  Smiling, he can’t help thinking of her lips around his cock just a few hours ago as he had her kneeling right here under the block and tackle, deep throating him.  He’ll have to remember to thank the Madam for that freebee.

       Straightening up the counter, hearing the inrushing whirl of propellers, stepping toward the door, he glances up as the familiar jet black, Bell 407, the sports car of helicopters, swoops across the field, past the airstrip, toward the other helipad conveniently located beside the main house.  Master DeSade’s arrived.

       Turning, quickly walking toward the shower, he hears the water, sees the steam lifting toward the ceiling as he catches a glimpse of her turning the water off, grabbing for the towel.

       “You won’t need that now, he’s here.”   He orders, grabbing the towel, tossing it in the bin.  “Come on.”  Turning, he grips her wrist, leads her toward the door, her wet footprints trailing across the floor, her naked body dripping wet.

       Following silently behind, she’s led into the morning sunlight stark naked, the sun blinding her hazed eyes.  “Wait here!”  She hears his order as he steps quickly back into the hanger.  Crossing her arms over her breasts, she squints outward from the tarmac.  Her eyes focusing, she realizes the ocean’s in sight from the far end of the runway to past the main house, where she also notices the landed helicopter’s blades still slowly rotating. 

       “Drop those hands!”  She hears his stern voice again, glances back toward him stepping out the hanger door.  Slowly obeying, she lowers her arms toward her sides.  “He told you the rules.  The sooner you learn to obey them; the better off you’ll be.”  He scolds.  “Don’t touch your tits or ass again to hide them.  Understand?

       Eyes lowered, utterly exhausted, she mutters.  “Yea…Yes, okay.”

       “Another thing, that’s, yes Sir.  Get used to it!”  He instructs.  “Say it.  Yes Sir!”

       Nodding, slowly nodding as she feels nauseated, she whispers.  “Yes Sir!

       “Yes Sir, what?”  He scolds as he twists her toward him, cups her right breast in the palm of his left hand while jiggling it gently up and down, with the choker collar and a pair of wrist cuffs clipped to its “O” rings in his other.

       “Yes Sir!”  She mutters.  “I… I won’t touch my breasts or butt again… Sir.”

       “Pussy?”  He nods.  “Your pussy?”

       Glancing down, irritated by the constant humiliation, wanting to lie down, pass out, she blurts.  “I won’t touch my pussy either, okay?... Sir!”

       “Careful!”  He scolds, gripping tighter, firmly twisting her breast inward.  “You know what that attitude of yours got you last night!”  Squeezing firmly, twisting further, he repeats.  “Don’t you?”

       “Ouch!... Yes… Yes Sir!”  She yelps, her already sore, aching breasts burning in his grip as she tiptoes.  “I’m… I’m sorry Sir, I’m sorry!”  She mutters, the sharp pain jolting her.

       “Let’s get these on.”  He states matter of fact, the pair black leather wrist cuffs swaying from the chain in his hand.

       Slipping a cuff around each wrist as she quickly raises them out in front of her, strapping them shut, he lets her hands drop, rest down across the front of her thighs, the chain rattling.  Slipping a black chocker collar around her throat, under her drenched strands of stringy hair, he secures it behind her neck as her firm breasts, thrust outward off her chest, and press together between her arms.  Slowly stepping around her, glancing at her soaked, naked body in the sunlight, he glances out toward the main house.

       “Come on!”  Sternly commanding as he turns from the doorway, out onto the rough inlaid stone drive leading to the mansion.  Again glancing back over his shoulder, he hesitates a brief moment, glances toward her.  “Let’s go, come on!”

       Hesitating, stepping haphazardly across the rough surface, barefoot, she alternates between tiptoeing and the balls of her feet, trying her best to carefully watch where she’s stepping while keeping her head lowered with her eyes toward the stones.

       Smiling, he slowly shakes his head.  “You’re going to learn not to worry about walking around barefoot.  Remember, you’re going to be naked most of the time around here.”  Reaching, gripping her by an elbow, he picks up the pace, tugging her briskly along, on her tiptoes, breasts jerking, her head tilting back as her damp hair clings to her shoulders.

       Biting down on her lip, grunting from the piercing gravel irritating the balls of her feet, she struggles along for what seems like long minutes.  Ignoring the exclusive layout of the estate bordered by the crystal blue ocean, the stone drive warming under the Caribbean sun, they finally approach the mansion, past the helicopter.  Led toward the side entrance to the rear wing overlooking the water she’s finally allowed a brief respite, to scrap the gravel from the bottoms of her toes before being taken inside.

       Stopping in front of a large, dark trimmed double door, he taps on the inlaid mahogany wood.

       “Yes, send her in!”  The voice, obviously the same as she heard from the monitor on the plane, echoes from the other side as the door buzzes, automatically swinging open, allowing her to enter.

       Stepping into the room, spacious, the rear glassed wall with drapes opened, overlooking the ocean, she sees him setting behind his oversized desk apparently reading over some papers in his hand.  Lowering her eyes, she hears the door shutting behind her.

       “In front of the desk… Directly in front!”  He orders as the drapes begin closing behind him, blocking the view, dropping the room into shadows, yet still dimly lit in front of the desk.  “Come on girl, now!”

       Obeying, she takes the few steps, stopping just a step or two in front of the desk, eyes still lowered as her breasts heaving, press together between her arms, her hands crossed, fingers clinched as the chain slightly rattles, sways between the cuffs.

       “Raise those arms straight up over your head, stretch up on your tiptoes, the backs of your hands together, do a complete circle for me.  Do it now!”  He orders, stern but not overly loud as he collects the papers, dropping them into a drawer.  “Slowly, with your tits and butt pushed out.  I want a good look at you in person.”

       Lack of sleep, the pain of stretching all night, the cruelty of the objects stuffed inside her orifices, she physically struggles to obey.  Staggering, she nearly trips against the desk while raising her cuffed wrists up past her face, the chains swinging, scraping across her cheek as she stretches, tiptoes while slowly turning around in a clockwise motion.  Keeping her bloodshot eyes lowered, biting her lip, she finally makes the complete circle, attempting to keep her butt pushed out as her breasts bounce, swaying across her thrust out torso.

       “Stay like you are, but turn and face away, tiptoe. Arch backwards over the desk, but don’t lay on it yet!”  He orders in a commanding voice.

       Again hesitantly obeying, she turns, arches back, spreading her feet as she attempts to tiptoe, almost falling in her weakened state.  Feeling the chains from the cuffs scraping across the desk, she stops, barely able to hold herself up, her naked body in a partial semi circle, breasts spreading, yet standing firmly up off her arched torso as her damp, straggly hair spreads across the desktop.

       Standing, walking around the desk, he steps directly in front of her twisted, naked body.  Spread those legs, girl.”  He orders as he leans between  her thighs, slides his arms to either side of her, his palms resting flat on the desk as he watches her glistening melons quivering, spreading as she grunts under her breath, seriously straining to remain bent backwards without falling back across the desk.

       “Press your hands and the back of your head on the desk, along with your butt and keep bent back the way you are.”  He orders as he lowers his hand across her bald pubic mound, resting it flatly, fingers spread with the tip of his thumb pressing across the nub of her clitoris.  Parting her thighs with his hips as her feet spread wider, her butt cheeks scraping against the corner of the desk, he softly adds.  “I’m going to explore your orifices, if you move, or say a word, even as much as a whimper, I’ll admonish you, severely.”

       Closing her eyes, feeling the top of her head scraping against the desk, arching outward, pushing with her hands, she forces her body to bow as she weakly thrusts towards him.  Feeling the weight of her fatigued body lifting, she feels his thumb manipulating her clitoris along with the head of his shaft sliding between the folds of her vulva.

       Pressing across her pubic mound with one hand, the tip of the head of his cock firmly guided into her spread slit, he slides his other hand up across her arched stomach, cuffs it around the base of her thrust out left breast, the pain from the needle pricks no more then a dull ache.  Letting his thumb and forefinger tweak the bud of her swelling nipple, he gently rocks his hips forward, letting his shaft glide in a couple, three inches between her spread thighs, his thickening shaft spreading the moist flesh of the folds of her labia.

       Feeling his shaft gliding inside her as his thumb continues to gently caress the nub of her clitoris, she keeps her head pressed back against the desk while her butt cheeks press across its corner.  Eyes closed, exhausted, arching her back, the motion of his shaft gliding into her, gently, each rhythmic motion slowly engulfing her, exiting her, an inch or so deeper at a time, actually feels soothing, if not surreal.

       He feels each gently guided thrust into her spreading orifice surround his swelling cock like a warm, moist glove as the walls of her vagina grip, stretch around his shaft as he slides it almost carefully back and forth, a few seconds in between, in and out, three inches, four, five inches.  Manipulating her breast, he feels her areola hardening, the tip of her nipple, a thick bud as her other firm breast gently sways, its nipple also noticeably hardening.  Tweaking, melding her clitoris between his other thumb and forefinger, he can sense the sensation of it also swelling, twitching as her hips press across the desk, spreading a little wider apart.  Glancing down between her spread thighs, he watches as his glistening cock, the blue veins visible, slides back and forth, each time a little deeper, dragging the moist folds of flesh from her labia back and forth with it as her hips begin to noticeably twitch.

       Reflexively nibbling on her lower lip as she keeps her eyes closed, she can’t help experiencing the sensations spreading throughout her naked body.  Long minutes pass as she finds herself submitting to the constant feel of his warm, thick shaft almost affectionately massaging her tight vagina walls, continuing its rhythmic thrust ever deeper with each stroke filling her vagina, the head of his cock seemingly pressing into her womb as all but an inch or so of his not only thick, but nine inch shaft glides back and forth, in and out while her clitoris pulses under its constant caressing.

       Stopping, holding still, his hips remain motionless with just the last inch of the base of his cock exposed.  Sliding his fingers from her twitching clitoris, he slips his hand upwards, the fingertips barely gliding across her hollowed stomach, rippling abs as he cups the firm mound of her right breast, tweaks its thickened nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he cups both breasts.

       Trying to lay motionless herself, she feels her chest reflexively arching upward toward his hands resting on her naked flesh, toward his fingers caressing her sensitive nipples even as her thighs also seem to spread wider around his hips on their own, her vagina twitching, gripping his stationary, throbbing cock.  She senses her body accepting his manhood, the warmth inside her as her breasts tingle from his touch.  His taking of her body, her exhausted state of mind temporarily blocks out the circumstances of this continuing surreal experience as she finds herself twitching her hips, attempting to engulf even more of his shaft, her heart pounding a little harder.

       Glancing down across her incredible body, naked, glistening underneath him, feeling his cock throbbing, oozing, he takes a breath as he grips her perfect breasts tighter, twists and lifts.  A sudden thrust and he rams completely inside of her stretched slit, scraping his hard shaft across her clitoris, stretching, pressing it against the bottom of her pubic mound as he tiptoes, lifting her hips as their naked bodies slam together.  Pumping, ramming, back and forth, stroking in and out, stretching her breasts, he feels her body trembling, jerking, her hips pumping along with his as the back of her head pounds against the wooden desk.

       “Ooooh!!!....Aggghhhh!!!”  Grunting, moaning, feeling his shaft ramming, impaling her, grinding across her sensitive, engorged clit, her breasts  twisted, jerked, her body involuntarily bucks across the desk as she feels the breath knocked from her lungs, her womb ready to explode as his thick shaft pounds in and out of her gripping vagina in rhythm with her grinding hips.

       Just as suddenly, he stops.   Quickly releasing her breasts, he jerks out from between her still pumping thighs, letting her naked body fall limply across the desk.  Watching her twitching, twisting on her back with her cuffed hands above her head, chain rattling against the wood surface, her stomach rippling from her raspy breathing, he leans across her, looks down into her stunned face.  “Remember the rules?  No Cumming!”

       Stepping around the desk, sitting, he hits the button letting the door swing open.   The man, patiently waiting outside, quietly enters, approaches the desk.

       Glancing toward Jodi Lynn’s naked body still laying across the desk, quivering, Master DeSade nods toward him.  “I’m done with her for now. Take her to Madam, she’ll be expecting her next.”

       “Yes Sir.” A quick acknowledgement as he grips her by the cuffed chain, tugs her limp body from the desk, helps her stand erect in her dazed state as her arms drop limply toward her sides, the chain stretching in front of her.

       “You forget something?’  Master DeSade quietly asks as he appears to be glancing back toward the papers in the drawer.

       Glancing glassy eyed toward the desk, her body, both mentally and physically still in turmoil, aching from exhaustion, confusion, and unbelievingly, even from barely missing a climax, her emotions seem scrambled, her mind unable to think clearly.  “Wha…What did I… I forget?  Shrugging her shoulders, still staring downward past her heaving breasts, the terrible thought resonates in the back of her mind of the man standing beside her, maybe ready to hurt her again.

       “For fucking you!  Aren’t you going to thank me?’  He quips, looking up from the papers, staring at her while waiting for an answer.

       Feeling the chain slightly jerked in front of her, her head lowered, slowly shaking it back and forth, she half heartedly stammers.  “Oh, thank… Thank you for… For fucking me.”

       “For fucking you… What?”  He scolds as the man guiding her begins to slowly lead her through the open door, taking her to the Madam.

       Glancing at the man, back toward the desk as the door’s shutting, she humiliatingly answers.  “Thank you for fucking me… Sir!”

End Part Three                     

         

           

           

                                          

                                                               

       

                                                               

            

THE NANNY

Having been given a hands on inspection by Master DeSade, along with an unfulfilled demonstration, Jodi Lynn’s next meeting’s with the Madam of the house, finding out, and experiencing what her terms, and her ‘expectations’ of her service are.

Chapter Four

       Led down the hallway, functioning basically on adrenaline, Jodi Lynn’s cuffed wrists sway across her shaven pubic mound, the chain rattling across her shimmering legs as her breath’s labored.  Fighting the urge to press her hands between her glistening thighs, for her fingers to touch, rub her still aroused, sensitive clit, she wonders with the severity of the predicament she’s found herself in, how she could even feel the frustration of not being allowed an orgasm.  The past twenty four hours of pain and sex have obviously blurred her mind.

       Finally crossing to the other wing of the mansion, she finds herself facing the front of a similar doorway not unlike the office of Master DeSade’s.  The door gets a gentle tap by the man, opening in a matter of moments.  “I’ve been expecting you two!”  The Madam acknowledges, unassuming, without makeup, clothed in a thick white robe, hair severely drawn back, still damp from a shower.  Smiling toward the man, stepping aside, she waves him in, nods as she steps toward a bondage chair apparatus toward the far corner of what appears to be a similar suite to the Master’s, only with her feminine touch, and with just a couple of added furnishings.  She proudly steps beside the cherry wood, split rail seat, fashioned in a sort of flat surfaced “V” opened on the narrower end with its tall flat backside freshly bolted to the wall.  Straps hang from various hooks bolted in the cherry wood, obviously for securing various parts of a body.

       “Master Desade had it delivered as a present, figured I might find a way to use it soon, real soon!”  She scoffs as she takes a quick glance toward Jodi Lynn, standing silently, naked, head lowered.  “Actually it goes well with that, don’t you think?”  She nods, pointing toward the opposite corner, another bondage device, this one a standard, classical stock, also made of a matching, fine, cherry wood.  Its top split rails already flipped open, with their three half circle holes carved in each; it too has its share of leather straps dangling down.

       Stepping against the chair, the Madam pauses, nods toward the open door.  “Close it behind you.  I’m sure you won’t be needed for rest of the day, unless she becomes a problem.”  She instructs as she glances down toward the chair, back toward the man one more time as he obediently turns away, exits, quietly shutting the door behind him.

       Standing beside the chair, she lets her fingernail gently glide up and down its glossy, varnished surface.  Momentarily glancing toward Jodi Lynn, back toward the apparatus as if stroking a pet, she obviously enjoys the not so subliminal message she’s passing on.  “Come over here, Jodi Lynn!”  She practically whispers, softly nodding her head toward the chair. “Stand here beside us.”

       Momentarily hesitating, Jodi Lynn takes a shallow breath, steps cautiously closer, beside the sinister chair, her head still nervously tilted down.  The chain gently sways across the fronts of her thighs from her lowered wrist cuffs as she interlocks her fingers into fists.  Waiting motionless, silently standing for a few moments, she watches the Madam snap a capsule between her fingers, ordering.  “Here, inhale this!”  Feeling the capsule pressed under her nose, whiffing the rush of the acrid smell, her head buzzes as she fights off a sneeze.   Shaking her head, much more alert, she humiliatingly feels the Madam’s hand slip up under the chain, slide in between her bare thighs, a fingertip softly probing into her still moist slit. From the corner of her eye she catches a glimpse of the glistening finger as it slides back out, brushing across her sore clitoris.

       Lifting her hand away, whiffing her wet fingertip beneath her own nose, the Madam frowns, reaches across, flicking her finger against Jodi Lynn’s upper lip.  Holding it firm, she presses it forward.  “You already fucked him, huh?... Jo?”  Sarcastically scowling, pressing her finger between Jo’s spreading lips, she adds.  “Go ahead, lick it… Suck it clean for me!”

       Feeling the moist finger pushing between her spreading lips, pressing into her mouth, sliding against the tip of her tongue; she doesn’t even attempt to resist but begins to lightly suck, instantly tasting both her and Master Desade.

       “Oh… By the way, Jo.”  The Madam continues as she feels her finger being halfheartedly sucked on as she begins slowly rotating it in a semi circle.  “Yea… Jo, that’s your name from now on… Jo, okay with that?”  A slight smile, she taunts.  “The daughter wanted it to Barbie, imagine why!”  Glancing down toward ‘Jo’s’ glistening, full bare breasts thrust out toward her, she smiles again, sliding her finger slowly away, quipping. “All finished? Good girl.

       “Well, guess its time to explain your position, or should I say positions, while you’re in the employ of our family.”  The Madam continues while glancing down toward her still damp finger.  “Anyway, I think you’ve already gotten a pretty good idea, don’t you?  So, basically, like I said last night before you got rude, you’re pretty much the family’s whore.  Your ‘Nanny’ position’s pretty simple.  First, give the kids whatever they want; I think you know what I mean by that.  Also, the Master gets whatever he wants from you, too!... Like he obviously already has!  I guess that leaves me.  Now, you really need to keep me happy, and I do mean happy.  Actually that’ll be pretty simple though, you just have to do whatever I want you too.

       “But remember, any indiscretions just mean punishment, it’s your choice out here, secluded on our island.  My advice to you is really simple.  Accept your position and learn to make the most of it, while you can!  And, most of all, keep me wanting to have you around!”

       Cupping the bottom of ‘Jo’s’ left breast, nonchalantly wiping her wet finger back and forth across the hardened nipple, around the top of the bare, firm mound, she continues.  “Let’s see… Oh, about your name!  The boy, well the boy doesn’t really care… I’m sure all he’s interested in is fucking your brains out, and of course, playing with these titties!  Yea, he’s more into fucking right now, takes after his father.  Even though, I do have to tell ye, Master DeSade can spread around his share of punishment, believe me, I know!”

       Cupping Jo’s chin, playfully swiping her finger back and forth across Jo’s moist lips, she continues.  “Now, the girl?  Even though she’s actually just my step daughter, I think she’s going to be more like me, a Sadist at heart.  I guess she needs to learn about inflicting pain, like I can.  It doesn’t have to be for punishment you know; sometimes it can be just for fun!  I’m planning on teaching her its merits, and by using you, of course.

       Sliding her hands down beneath ‘Jo’s’ breasts, cupping, cradling them in the palms of her hands, giving a firm squeeze, the Madam continues.  “Oh well, you’re finding all this out already.  By the way, Master DeSade will be leaving again this afternoon, won’t be back ‘til the weekend.  Actually, he just stopped in especially to ‘try out’ the new ‘Nanny’ in person.  Yea, seems you’re pretty much mine for the next few days.  Of course I’ll give each of the kids a little time to bond with you, too.  Maybe tomorrow or the next day.  But, for now, I’ve got you all to myself to play with for as long as I want, okay?... I said… Okay?”

       Continuing to glance downward, across her nipples now being gripped, pinched between the Madam’s fingernails, hearing probably less then half of what the Madam was saying, ‘Jo’ rasps, her voice hoarse.  “Okay… Yes, okay… Okay!”

       “That’s okay, what?… That’s okay Madam… Madam, girl!”  She scolds, giving a twist and a tweak to both nipples, feeling the thickened nubs between her fingertips as she lifts.  “Understand…Jo?”

       “Ohh… Okay… Okay Madam!... That’s okay, Madam… Madam!”  Jo grunts, a tear trickling down her cheek, dripping off her chin.  Biting her lip, she tiptoes, leaving her hands twitching as they rest, cuffed across the front of her thighs.  Her mind still hazed, she accepts the torment without resistance, not wanting to even contemplate what’s next, obviously realizing it involves pain, lots of it, and more humiliation.

       Glancing toward the bondage chair, back to Jo, nodding back at the chair, the Madam smiles, asks.  “Want to give it a try, Jo?  Go ahead… Sit across it, see how it fits, after all, you’re going to be riding it quite a bit!”

       Eyes widening, slowly shaking her head from side to side, she can feel the queasiness in her stomach, her heart picking up a beat as she glances toward the stiff, new straps hanging down, yet, finding her self numbly stepping toward it.  Turning and slowly sitting, her back presses against the glistening, slick cherry wood as she spreads, aligns her thighs, feels her butt cheeks spreading above the split opening, the smooth flat surface though ominous, actually not all that uncomfortable against her tired legs.   Stationary, keeping her head lowered, she silently watches as the Madam reaches out, unshackles the left, then right wrist, removing the cuffs and chain.

       “Well, Jo, this is our first time together, that is, alone, just the two of us!”  The Madam smiles.  “I’m willing to give you a pass for last night, but by the way, how was your night?”  Grinning, shaking her head back and forth, she continues.  ”Never mind, you don’t even have to answer that!”  Staring toward Jo’s eyes, down toward her quivering breasts, she adds.  “Anyway, here’s your choice for now, and take a brief moment… Think before you answer.”  Gripping, raising Jo’s wrists out in front of her, she continues.  “You’ve done fucked my husband, now we can have our first session together by strapping your wrists up above your head, and for punishment, whip those titties and that pussy with a crop while you’re spread eagled across this chair… Or… Or maybe, just maybe something else?”

       Staring up toward the Madam, realizing the severe, obviously painful consequences of the first choice, at first silently, finally, slowly shaking her head, Jo hesitantly asks.  “Or… Or what else… Madam?”

       “Well, let’s see.”  The Madam smiles.  “How ‘bout you getting me off?  Give me a show! Make it my turn!”

       “Wha… What?”  A show?   Jo asks, not clear, uncertain what she means, but the threat of a beating making her more alert.

       “I mean, either start by playing with those tits, and I mean really getting into it, or stretch those arms up over your head and get ready for a good, hard whipping for fucking Master DeSade!”  The Dom scolds, pointing toward the top of the chair’s backside to the black hanging straps.  “Now, start with those tits!... Push ‘em out!  And remember, if you don’t really, and I mean really get into it, make me think you’re enjoying it, and make me cum before we’re finished, I’ll strap you up and beat those tits till they’re raw, and then finish with your pussy before I’m done!  Now, go ahead, push ‘em out and get going!”

       Setting somewhat transfixed, the options are embarrassingly obvious.  Quivering, she finds herself staring toward her hands surreally rising toward her breasts.  Cupping, slowly lifting, squeezing and melding the firm melons between her thumbs and fingers, she realizes for the first time in her life she almost wishes she never had them.  Letting the tips of her index fingers glide across her smooth nipples, she barely feels the flattened nubs sinking into her spread areolas as she lets her eyes hazily close.

       “See if you can lick a nipple!”  The Madam excitedly insists, already appearing into it.  “Get it hard!  Go ahead; show me how good you can use your tongue unless you want to feel a whip across those nipples instead!”

       Briefly glancing toward the Madam, suppressing her emotions, stoically obeying, she tilts her head slowly forward while sliding her tongue out from between her parted lips.  Momentarily hesitating, taking a deep breath, she spreads her thumb and forefinger from around her areola, presses her head downward, bowing forward, her abs flexing, visibly showing across her flattened stomach as she attempts to reach her nipple.  Feeling the tip of her tongue barely touching, flicking across the flattened nub, she squeezes her fingers into her bulging breast, tugging it toward her parting lips, the upper edge of her tanned areola and nipple swelling, slip into her yawning mouth.

       “That a girl, suck on it!  Suck that nipple, I knew you could!”  The Madam rasps as she positions herself directly in front of the bondage chair.

       Bending, leaning forward a little further, Jo finds herself rocking her head back and forth, licking, tugging, sucking the stretched flesh between her lips, gently at first, and then nibbling down with her teeth, across the edge of the thickening nipple.  Beginning to slightly groan each time her teeth appears to sink in just a little deeper, still cupping her other breast with her other hand, she gently squeezes, twists, putting on a show, wanting to satisfy the Madam, taking her time as she tries to appear to be responding to her own manipulations.

       Squatting, crossing her legs, the Madam slips the robe off her shoulders, drops it on the floor behind her.  Naked, sitting between the split rails; facing just above Jo’s spread thighs, her breasts, smaller, but firm, her smoothly tanned body actually more like a gymnasts’, she slides her left hand between Jo’s legs, spreading the moist, puffy folds of the labia apart.  Sliding the three center fingers of her right hand firmly into the shaved, gapping slit in front of her, she thrusts back and forth, one, then two, finally all three knuckles deep.  Feeling Jo’s hips twitching, the Madam leans forward, presses her tongue firmly across the exposed nub of the moist clitoris, the twitching quickly becoming a tremor, the tendons in Jo’s spread thighs noticeably flexing under her taut glistening flesh, her stomach rippling.

       Fingers sliding in and out of her sex, her clit twisting, stretching from the Madam’s manipulating tongue, Jo finds herself unresisting, actually responding, her body quivering, twitching.  Her eyes squinting, she feels the gentle pain of her own teeth actually gripping across her nipple as she finds herself sucking harder, melding her breasts, gripping, squeezing.  Emotions frayed, depraved of sleep, jolted alert by the capsule, her treatment of the incredulous past few hours, topped by combining with earlier being fucked to nearly a climax, is quickly overwhelming her.  Glaring blurry eyed toward the top of the Madam’s head, watching her hair bobbing between her spread thighs, the ultimatum if she doesn’t get her off also flutters in her scrambled thoughts as she sucks her breast deeper into her mouth.

       A prickling sensation of now just a couple of the Madam’s fingers sliding in and out of her vagina while the third finger is pulled out, firmly shoved across the puckered sphincter of her anus, forcing its way past, over a knuckle deep, jolts through her hips, as her buttocks twitches, sinks a little deeper between the split rails.  Moaning, sucking harder on her nipple, nibbling then flicking it with her tongue, feeling the finger thrusting, twisting deeper, reaming her butt hole, the susceptible arousal of her manipulated clitoris being so eagerly licked, caressed by the Madam’s face buried between her quivering thighs, intensifies with the ever quickening pace.  Jo’s breathing labors, her breath halting, raspy as she barely suppresses her moans, groans with each breath while noticeable spasms ripple across her naked body.

       No longer able or wanting to suppress the stirring, the burning deep inside, the sensations strongly resonate from the simultaneous multiple masturbations of her breasts, her rectum and her vagina.  Her harried thoughts flash back to her unfulfilled sexual encounter with Master DeSade, his ramming; pounding so deeply inside her womb as now her body uncontrollably quivers, bordering on the brink of a prohibited, deprived orgasm.

       The Madam feels Jo’s body spasm, her clit pulsing against her flicking tongue.  Pulling her head back, glancing up toward Jo’s dazed, flushed face, she smirks.  “Remember… Don’t cum Jo!... Not unless I allow it… Or you’re be punished with a canning across those titties, severely!”  Reaching up, she adds.  “Here, let me help you!  Move your hands aside.”  Slipping her hands beneath Jo’s, she snaps the cuff’s swaying chain to the center “O” ring in the chocker collar, preventing her from lowering her wrists any lower then her flexing navel.  “There, now you won’t be able to touch this pussy when I’m done!!”

       Tilting her head back down, leaving the palms of her hands resting across Jo’s arching, heaving globes, her thumbnails and forefingers pinching, twisting the thick, hard nipples, she again begins sucking the swollen clit between her lips, scraping her teeth menacingly back and forth across the moist flesh, biting down, not too harshly, nibbling, sucking, while in combination, caressing Jo’s engorged nipples, feeling her naked body uncontrollably trembling on the split rails.

       “Agghhhh!... Ooohhh!”  Jo grunts as her hips reflexively lurch, her thighs pressing against the Madam’s face, the escalating piercing nibbles of her clit  feeling like pulsing electrical shocks combining with her nipples being tweaked and twisted as she moans, tilts her head sideways, back and forth.  Biting her bottom lip, gripping, twisting, squeezing her own fingernails into the sides of her flattening breasts, her squinting eyes blankly stare nowhere.  Her swollen face tilts between her bulging melons as she feels the finger rammed completely up between her jerking buttocks, Quivering, her breathing raspy, with a mounting heated surge in her loins, womb, Jo grunts as the Madam braces, grates her teeth, harsher.  “Aaaaahhhhhh!!!”

       Her nails pinching tighter into the swollen nipple nubs, twist. “Aaaahhhh!”  Moaning, jerking, bucking, Jo screams, cusses.  “Damn!...  Ohhh God… Damn!!...Fuck!!!!”  Flailing, struggling to hold back the surge mounting deep down inside her womb she barely notices the Madam’s mouth pulling away; her fingers slipping from her engorged nipples.

       Again tilting her head back as she tastes the sticky, spreading pre cum oozing from Jo’s trembling sex, glancing up, slipping her hands from Jo’s quivering breasts, the Madam gazes up into her hazed, swollen eyes, grinningly asks.  “Didn’t hurt to bad!  I bet you actually liked that, huh Jo?”

       Barely able to nod between rasping breaths, the tip of her tongue still slipping from between her parted lips, her glistening breasts lowering in the palms of her shaking hands as she glares glassy eyed back down toward the Madam’s sarcastic face, Jo whimpers.  “Ohh, noooo… Nooo Madam!  It hurts… But… But it hurts so good!!  Please, can I…  Can I cum?  Please!  Ohhh please!!”   Begging, whining as her hands fall down across her hollowed, glistening stomach, her abs flexing with each forced breath, her fingers begin to frantically flail, grasp above her thrust out pubic mound, just inches from the quivering, drenched folds of her labia, her pulsing clit.  The confining leather wrist cuffs frustratingly stretch at the taut chains to the chocker collar as she slams the back of her head against the wood of the high backed chair.

       Smiling to herself while slowly shaking her head back and forth, standing up, the Madam steps in front of Jo’s glistening, trembling body.  With an evil grin across her face she scoffs.  “No… No of course not!... You know better Jo!...  I think you’ve gotten close enough for now!  But, since you got Master DeSade off, now it’s my turn.”  Lifting Jo’s quivering hands, reaching, pressing the palms across her own bare breasts; she glances into Jo’s tearing eyes.  “You’ve got five minutes to get me off… Anyway you can!  If you don’t, I’ll strap you to this chair and cane your tits ‘til I spurt!  If, on the other hand, you do give me an orgasm, I may just allow you to have one, too!… That is, the next time around, understand?”

       Eyes widening, feeling the firm mounds cupped beneath her hands, Jo mutters.  “Ohhh God!... Yes, yes Madam, I do… I understand!.. Five… Five minutes!  Okay!... Okay!!”  Frustrated once again by her denied urge,  Jo spreads, slides her fingers around the hardened nipples, more pointed then hers, feeling the smaller, firm breasts melding between her fingertips.  Trying to think, clear her mind, she tries to recall ways she’s masturbated herself, especially the quickest ways, even as her own body quivers, her clitoris tingling, pulsing, the stirring still burning deep inside, wanting in the worse way to do with herself what she has to do with the Madam… What the Hell!

       Frustrated, inhaling a deep breath, dropping to her knees between the rails, cupping, gripping the Madam’s breasts in her raised hands, Jo twists, digs her fingernails harshly into the puckered nipples, pressing her face between the Madam’s jerking thighs.  Simultaneously stretching, twisting her tongue into the moist, spread vulva, she feels hands frantically cupping both sides of her head, fingers tugging, jerking at her hair, knees slamming against her thrust out breasts as she leans forward.  “Aaaaggghhh!”  The Madam’s screech echoes across the room.  Tasting the moistness across her tongue, the Madam’s smooth, damp pubic mound jerking across her face, Jo digs, twists her fingernails into the stretching nipples, sucks in, feeling the nub of the swelling clit tugged past her sucking lips, between her spread teeth……

End Part Four

 

    

               

         

        

       

       

        

       

          

THE NANNY

Servicing the Madam, hoping to be serviced herself, Jo finds herself given a hand’s on demonstration of the Madam’s new bondage chair and some of her favorite implements.

Chapter Five

       “Uummmpphh!”  Legs jerking as she reflexively twist her fists tightly into Jo’s hair; the Madam feels her clit painfully sucked, stretched between Jo’s clenching teeth!   God!... Jo!…  Jo!!! …. Uuummmphh!... Oh! God!…. Nooo!…. Don’t!!!... Don’t do it!!... Joooo!”  Shaking her head harshly back and forth, heart pounding, her naked breasts being twisted, the agonizing sensation of Jo’s teeth sinking deeply back across her pulsing clit, she stiffens as Jo’s face presses firmer against her legs, Jo’s head tilting, twisting between her thighs.

       Firmly gripping, gritting her teeth, almost biting, Jo barely scrapes her mouth back and forth, grunting, nibbling.  “Hhhhuuummph!”   Clenching her fingers, feeling the Madam’s firm tit flesh bulging, she feels the Madam’s hands jerking up from her hair, reaching up, covering, pressing, cupping across her fists.

       “Stop!!!  Stop it Jo!.... Oh God!!!’  Hearing the Madam’s quivering voice ringing in her ears, Jo suck’s even firmer on the engorged flesh between her lips, forces the tip of her tongue forward, pressing the clit firmly against the backside of her teeth, twisting her tongue, pulling back, pushing again, she can feel the twitching, pulsing of the swelling clit.  Alternately sucking, pressing, tilting her head, twisting, Jo feels the Madam’s hands trembling, still firmly cupping hers, squeezing, pressing against her chest.

       “Ohhhh!... God… God!… Jo!!!”  The Madam rasps, groans, feeling her clit sucked, manipulated, firmly stroked between Jo’s firm jaws.  Body trembling, hips forced to follow Jo’s twisting, nodding head, her knees pressed into Jo’s firm breasts, the Madam continues to feel her clit being clenched firmly between Jo’s teeth.  Her own stretched breasts twisted, the engorged nipples being pinched between Jo’s clenched fingernails, she closes her eyes, groans, grunts.  “Ahhh!... Ahhh!… Ooohhh!!!”

       Jo lets her hands flex, her fingers loosen; tighten across the swelling nipples.  She feels the Madam’s cupped hands riding across hers, also pressing, tugging.  Twisting her mouth, spreading her lips, Jo sucks the Madam’s clit deeper in, pressing, twirling her tongue, keeping her teeth firm enough to grip, yet not forcefully enough to bite, sensing spasms of the Madam’s groins against her face.

       Alternating sucking, flicking, pressing the Madam’s clit, Jo jerks her hands down from the Madam’s breasts, shoves her arms around and behind, grips both butt cheeks, firmly jerking  the Madam’s trembling hips against her face.

       The Madam’s hands presses across her own breasts as Jo’s fingers slip away.  Squinting her eyes, squeezing, cupping, she caresses her stinging pinched nipples as she rubs, gripping tightly with her clenching fists, her hips trembling, reflexively rocking back and forth with the motion of Jo’s continued manipulation of her pulsing clit.  The sensations spread, rippling from between her trembling thighs as she feels Jo’s hand sliding off her butt cheek, between her thighs, a finger scraping across, circling, searching for the sphincter of her rectum.

       “Ooohh…. Oooohhh…..Ohh Yes!... Yes!!”  The Madam’s head tilts back, her eyes blinking as the rhythm of her hips swaying with Jo’s tilting head meld together, The Madam’s clit tingles, pulsing as it’s systematically stretched, flicked by Jo’s moist firm tongue.  “Aaaagghhh!!”   Rasping grunts as Jo’s fingertip presses, pokes through, sliding firmly into the Madam’s puckered anus.  “Aaagghhh!!!”

       Jo continues bobbing her head, sucking, flicking her tongue, poking her finger deeper, squeezing a quivering butt cheek as she feels the Madam’s damp, naked body trembling, her glistening pubic mound pressing, grinding against her face.   Feeling the spasms escalating, tasting the pre cum spreading across her lips, Jo slides her hand from the butt cheek, rams four fingers in a single harsh thrust upward, between the folds of Madam’s moist vulva.

       “Aggghhhhhh!!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”   The Madam’s body shakes, jerks as her gasps, groans again resonate across the room, her hands again grabbing both sides of Jo’s head, cupping, gripping as she twists, dropping her flushing face down across her chest, between her reddened breasts as she feels the rush, the rumble deep in her womb, her clit burning, pulsing as it’s continuously manipulated in Jo’s mouth.

       Jo quickly slips both hands from between the Madam’s thighs, again squeezes, digs her nails into the Madam’s butt cheeks, pulls, forces her vagina against her face as she spreads her lips, slips her tongue over, across the Madam’s trembling clit, flicks her tongue up into the wet, quivering tunnel of her vagina, bites down, clamping Madam’s clit firmly between her upper teeth and top of her tongue, sucking.

       “Aaaaggghhhhhhhhh!..... Oooooooohhhhhhh!!!... Aaaaggghhhh!!”  Groaning, rasping, jerking, the Madam’s torso bends, falls across Jo’s kneeling body, her hips jerking, knees collapsing, as the rumble deep in her womb explodes, her cum gushing across Jo’s face, lips, into her mouth as Jo holds tight, giving an extra suck, nibble, finally letting go.   “Aaaaaggghhhh!!!!... Aggghhhh!!”  A couple more rasping grunts and the Madam’s knees buckle, she slides off to the side, beside the leg of the bondage chair, curling into a ball, clutching both hands between her trembling thighs.

       Jo continues kneeling on her spread knees, breathing heavy, her chest rising, her naked breasts dripping moisture, swaying with each breath.  Glancing down at the Madam lying on her side, reaching up, she swipes the back of her cuffed wrist across her mouth as the chain rattles across her hardened nipples.  Wiping the Madam’s sweat and cum from her lips, chin, lowering her hands as far as the chain allows from her chocker collar, still unable to reach between her gapped thighs, she again glances down toward the Madam’s face, her glazed eyes, waits.

       “That… That was good… Jo!”  The Madam whispers while sliding her hands back and forth between her legs.  Tilting her head, smiling, glancing up at her, adds.  “You can suck a pussy!... Now… Now you can thank me!”

       “Wha… What?  Jo answers, glancing toward the Madam.  Seeing the smile quickly turning toward a scowl, Jo slowly shakes her head, lowering it, nods.  “Thank you… Thank you for letting me make you cum.”

       “No…  Jo!  Thank me for letting you go down on my pussy!”  The Madam smirks, setting upright, covering her breasts, glancing down toward them, feeling where Jo squeezed, pinched them.

       “Okay!”  Jo shakes her head, her arms still hanging across the front of her stomach.  “Thank you Madam for letting me go down on your pussy… Thank you!”

       “Oh well, that’s half hearted, but, you did suck a good pussy!”  The Madam again smirks….  “Want one too?”

       “Wha… What?”  Again surprised, realizing that just getting her off just made her even more frustrated, Jo shakes her head, asking.  “You mean now?... An orgasm now…Madam?”

       Grinning, slowly standing up while still rubbing her breasts, and now her crotch, the Madam nods.  “Well, not quite, but I’ll allow you an orgasm now if you beg me to whip your titties on the bench there first!... I know I said you wouldn’t get those tits whipped if you got me off, and you certainly did!  But, let’s say…  An even ten!  What do you say?’’  Smiling, the Madam adds.  “And, you only get one chance to answer.   Yes or no?   Right now!... Yes or no?   And if its no, I guarantee you, you won’t be allowed one for at least another week or more!... That is, without the harshest of punishment, and, those wrist cuffs will stay on you too!”

       Glancing down toward her cuffs, Jo can’t help thinking to herself how insane everything is.  In less then a couple days, she’s seriously discussing being able to have an orgasm, even having her breasts whipped first, for the ‘privilege!”.

       “Oh, one more thing to consider, Jo.”  The Madam grins.  “You ought to know the chances are awful good you’re going to get those tits whipped sometime today anyway.  After all, I’ve got all afternoon to play with you.  And I’ve got that new bench there to try out, so you could get a lot more then that anyway!  Okay? So, tell me, what’s it going to be?”

       Biting her lip, her head still lowered, Jo feels her chest thumping, her womb churning as she answers with a whisper.  “Whip… my… titties!”

       “What did you say?  Are you begging to have those titties whipped?”  The Madam scolds.  “Beg me to whip those titties properly, if that’s what you really want!... Look at me and beg!”

       Glancing up toward the Madam, taking a breath, thinking to herself what she needs to say, Jo slowly asks, just above a whisper.  “Please… Would you whip my titties Madam.  Whip my titties and allow me to have an orgasm…. Please!”

       “Good girl!... Okay, sit back on the bench there… Spread those legs across the slats, give me your hands.”  The Madam orders, stepping beside the bench as Jo stands, turns and sits.  Again feeling the slick wood against her legs and back, she feels her butt cheeks hanging over the opening between the slats.  Setting still, she watches as the collar’s unsnapped from her neck, the wrist cuffs also quickly removed.

       “Arms up here, give ‘em to me!”  The Madam orders, lifting stretching Jo’s right wrist into a shackle, snapping it shut.  Reaching across, stretching Jo’s left arm, she shackles it high on the bench’s back.  Kneeling, sliding Jo’s left ankle to the bottom of the rail, fastening it, she again leans across, shackles the right ankle to the bottom of the other rail.  Slipping a strap across Jo’s mid thigh, still without speaking a word, she tightens the strap, pressing Jo’s leg firmly against the flat wood slat.  Continuing, the right leg’s strapped across the mid thigh, tightly fastened.

       Jo sits motionless, not resisting as her body presses against the bondage apparatus.  Feeling a strap being wrapped across her forehead and tugged tightly to the headboard, she stares straight ahead, now virtually motionless.  Eyes darting, glancing toward the Madam, she follows her hands as a strap’s slipped just under her breasts, again pulling her torso tightly against the backboard, her breasts thrusting out, bouncing as the strap’s tugged a couple harsh times.  The Madam grabs the last strap, midway up the backboard and slips it across Jo’s arms just below her elbows, drawing that strap tight.

       “There!  All done!”  The Madam smiles as she cups Jo’s chin in her left hand.  Staring down across her naked body, mainly glancing at her pair of thrust out bare breasts, she slips her fingers gently across the slopes of the firm melons, spread apart, standing upright, with the hardened nipples slightly jiggling high off the rounded globes.  “My, no wonder Jessica wants to name you Barbie!... These things are amazing!”  Giving Jo’s left breast a firm smack, watching it bounce, then almost instantly stand firm again, she steps beside the rear of the bench, opens a wall panel with an assortment of whips displayed on separate hangers.  All appear crisp and new, ranging from supple black leather, to thin crops, to wide flat leather straps, an assortment of a dozen or so.

       “Jo… Know what?  Since this will be our first little workout together, I think I’ll try a different whip for each lashing, let’s see which one’s you’ll like the best!”  Picking out a crop to start with, the Madam steps to the front of Jo, toward her right.  Holding the black leather crop just in front of her face, speaks.  “Jo, this is called a slapper crop, it’s only a couple inches wide on the business end, okay?  Ready?”

       Glancing from the corner of her eye, staring at the crop flexing in front of her face, Jo barely whispers.  “Ye… Yea… Yes Madam., I’m ready!”

       Flicking the crop forehanded, the Madam aims it directly across Jo’s right nipple, the flat leather smacking across the thrust out flesh.

       “Swish….Smack!”  Jo, jerking in her restraints, gasps as she watches the crop flatten her nipple into her spread areola.  “Aggghhhh!”

       “Come on Jo that was a love tap!”  The Madam smiles as she steps back to the rack, trading that crop for another.  Looking it over, stepping to Jo’s left side; she flicks it in front of Jo’s darting eyes.  “This here’s called a Hog Slapper Crop, Jo.  It’s wider, almost four inches wide; let’s see how it feels across that other big ‘ol tittie!”

       “Swish…Smack!”  Teary eyed, watching the Madam flick that crop backhanded, this time across her left nipple, flattening it, Jo yelps.  “Ooomph!”  Glancing down between her breasts, she can already see the reddening imprints of the leather across the curves of both globes.

       Smiling, turning, taking her time as she replaces that crop on its hook, the Madam picks out a third instrument.  “Okay, let’s see, how about this?”  The Madam nods toward Jo.  “This is just a black cane, nice and thin!  It’s going to hurt more!... A lot more!... Okay?... I said  Okay?”

       “Yes… Yes Madam, Okay!”  Jo blurts, her head tightly held facing forward, her welling eyes still darting, following the Madam’s hand with the cane.  Her heart pounding, staring at the thin cane, her breasts already aching, she bites her lower lip, reflexively clenches her fists above her head.

       “Okay.  Now how many will this be?”  The Madam asks, even as she raises the cane in her hand.

       “Three!... Three Madam… Three!”  Jo blurts as she continues to glare toward the cane, seeming to slowly flex, bend in mid air as the Madam flicks it down and across the thrust out right breast.  “Thwack!”

       “Aaaaaggggghhhh!”  Jo’s body bucks, the cane sinking and burying itself deeply into the bulging tit flesh, just below the stretching areola.

       Almost instantly, another.  “Thwack!!”  The cane’s backhanded a second time as the Madam steps toward Jo’s bound body, perspiration instantly beading, glistening off Jo’s naked flesh.

       “Aaaaggghhhh!!!... Aaagggghhhh!!!”  Jerking, twisting in her restraints as the leather straps creak, stretch against her bare flesh, her eyes dart toward her tortured breasts, bright red welts rising across both as the last flick glances off her left globe.

       “No, Jo… You’re wrong… That makes four!”  The Madam smirks, lowering the cane, intently watching the thin red welts instantly swelling across her perfect breasts as they bounce, tremble; finally quiver above her hollowed, rippling stomach.  “That hurts a little more, like I warned, huh Jo?”

       Tears streaking off her cheeks, dripping across her quivering breasts, Jo’s eyes, red, swelling, stare toward the Madam’s eyes as she moans.  “Oh God… That, that hurts really bad!... God!”

       “Okay, I told you it would silly!... Didn’t I?”  The Madam smiles.  “It’s one of my favorites… You’ll be getting use to it!”  Sliding her index finger across the red welt on Jo’s left breast as she steps toward the cupboard, she trades that crop for a jointed, willowy whip.  “This here’s called a Flicker Whip, Jo!”  She smiles as she flexes the whip, also black, the end third of it flicking sinisterly back and forth.

       “Ready?... Ready to try it out, Jo?”  The Madam sarcastically asks, stepping in front of the chair, swishing the whip playfully back and forth.  “Ready for another double?... One each across the tips of those nipples?... Hold still!”

       Biting, chewing on her lip, her eyes squinting shut, Jo’s whimpers are barely audible as her entire body quivers, her hands flexing open and shut, tightening into fists high above her head, her reddening breasts quivering as they continue to stand straight out above the tight leather bondage strap, being offered as painful targets for the various whips.

       “Swish… Thwack!”  “Swish… Thwack!”  The quick backhand, forehand snaps expertly cross the nubs of both nipples, the end of the flexing whip sinking in just above the shriveling areolas.

       “Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhh!... Oooooohhhhhhhh!!!... God!... Oh my God!!!”  Jo’s screams echo against the walls as her body lurches forward against the straps, her breasts bouncing, jerking, smacking together, her eyes reflexively blinking, tears streaking off her cheeks as the strap rubs roughly across her twisting forehead.  Narrow welts centered straight down across her tortured nipples instantly rise on her glistening breasts.

       “Well Jo, that’s a half dozen, an even six already.  Only four more to go!... Unless you want more!”  The Madam smirks as she again steps toward the cupboard, herself impulsively rubbing her left breast, across a bruise left by Jo’s fingernails.  Picking out a looped leather strap, stepping in front of Jo’s trembling, now sweat drenched naked body, she pats the looped strap across the side of Jo’s right breast.  “Jo… Look over here… See this?”  The Madam smiles as she waits for Jo to open her swollen eyes, watches as they dart toward the thin leather strap.  “This here’s called a good ‘ol rug beater!  That’s what the loops were made for.  Watch this!”

       “Thwack!”   “Aggghhhhhhh!!!”   “Thwack!”  “Agggghhhh!!!”  Jo screams as the looped leather smacks across the outside curve of her right globe, quickly followed by a similar lashing across the outside curve of her left.  The Madam smiles, after her backhands, glances at the looped pattern circling the outer sides of both quivering melons as Jo’s eyes dart back and forth, thighs, calves twitching, her toes, fingers flexing, her abs rippling with each forced, whizzing breath.

       “Relax; you’re down to your last couple, unless you do want more, Jo!”  The Madam grins as she again palms Jo’s chin, looking into her welling, dilating eyes.  “Those titties are going to need some salve when we’re done, aren’t they?  You know we’ll want to keep them nice and fresh!”   Stepping toward the cover, replacing the rug beater, she slowly nods to herself as she picks a brown leather Tawse.

       “Okay Jo… Those titties are pretty well beaten up now, aren’t they?”  The Madam speaks as she slips the back side of her free hand gently across the moistness covering the tops of both shimmering globes.  “This here’s an English Tawse… The old favorite for school girls.  It’s usually used on butts, let’s see!”

       “Swash!... Thwack!”  “Oooooomph!”  Jo’s hips flex as she grunts, her butt cheeks quivering as the Madam underhand’s the Tawse between her thighs, the end of it curling to just below the small of her back, the flat surface flattening across her spread vulva, the edges of both butt cheeks.

       “Thwack!!” A second flick from the Madam as she kneels.  “ Aaaaggggghhhhhhhhh!!!”  Screaming, bucking against the straps, Jo’s head strains, twisting in its leather binding.  The English Tawse strap tearing downward across her glistening pubic mound, flattening from her inverted navel, across her clit protruding from her spread labia fold. “Ohhh…God!  Oh my God!!!  Oh God!!!  That hurts…. Hurts so bad! No more…. Please!... Please!!”  Jo cries, quivering, pleading.

       Stepping back while smiling, the Madam steps toward the cupboard.  “My god, Jo… That’s already your ten, quit whining, girl!” She scoffs as she glances over toward Jo’s trembling, slumping body, drenched, glistening, still tightly held spread eagled on the bench by the leather restraints.  “Guess you’re not too concerned about that orgasm right now, are you, Jo!”

End Part Five

           

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

       

 

           

THE NANNY

Jo gets a brief encounter with the daughter this evening, just the two of them as Jo continues to meet the family one on one.

Chapter Six

       Jo finishes bathing herself in the shower, soothing the bruises and welts crisscrossing her naked flesh, aching but not breaking the skin.  Stepping from the open shower stall, she appreciates the consolation of being without any cuffs or collar on her naked body as she’s   handed a white, supple towel from the escort who set on the stool and kept an unobstructed vigilance on her from start to finish.  Softly whispering, “Thank you… Sir!”  She keeps her head lowered as he reaches toward her soaked breasts.

       “You think she worked ‘em pretty good, don’t you?”  He asks.  “Actually you’ll probably not even have any bruises in a day or so, even though it stings pretty good right now, doesn’t it?”  He continues with almost a tinge of sympathy in his voice as he cups her right breast, glancing at the faint welts as she begins drying herself off.  A smaller hand towel in his hand, he begins swiping and dragging the cloth across her sore breasts as she straightens and glances toward his hand.  “You know the rules.”  He grins.  These tits and that pussy are off limits to you!... Even after she’s given ‘em a pretty good whippen!... I guess it’s up to me to dry ‘em off.  Damn… I guess everyone has to sacrifice something around here.”  Smiling, he slides the towel down across her stomach. “Spread!”  He orders s as he slips the towel between the slit between her thighs as her hips quiver, again swiping back and forth, all the way across the crack of her butt cheeks.

       “Oh… By the way, Madam buzzed me while you were showering.”  He offhandedly remarks.  “The girl gets to meet you next…. Alone for just a little while tonight… Then later, her brother gets you before bedtime.  The girl’s waiting in her room for you now.”

       Keeping her head lowered while continuing to wipe her back and shoulders, her arms raising above her head with both breasts swaying as the towel fluffs through her hair, she mutters, “Yes Sir, okay.”  Her voice seems calm, almost in an unconcerned tone.  Inside, her stomach again churns as her heart picks up a beat.  She can’t help wondering what’s next with the girl, then the brother.

       Dried and still nude, Jo glances toward him with the towel out in her hand.  Taking it and dropping both towels in the hamper, he steps into the bedroom and glances around.  “One thing, Jo… You do get nice digs here, don’t you?”

       Glancing around the bedroom it resembles something out of Home and Garden with the one difference being obvious cameras mounted high up on several walls, all rotatable on their mounts.  “Yes… It is nice, Sir.”  She again practically whispers while glancing toward him as he’s picking up the chocker and wrist cuffs while nodding toward her hands.  Reaching out, she watches as he slips the cuffs across her wrists before stepping behind her to slip the chocker collar around her neck.  She lets him lift left her arm above her head as she bends her elbow to allow the wrist cuff to be fastened to the collar.  Her right arm’s lifted above her and crossed behind her neck with that cuff secured to the collar forcing her breasts outward.  Her shoulders arched back with her arms crisscrossed, she steps toward the door as he opens it and nods for her to step past him into the hallway.

       Pointing her toward her left while nodding, he mutters, “That door there at the end of the hallway?  That’s her room.  It’s close to yours.”  Stepping aside and walking down the hall while trailing behind her, he grinningly orders, “Keep your hands behind your head like that and let those sore titties bounce free!... Keep your elbows and butt pushed back too!... Hear me?”

       Hearing his order, she barely hesitates as she slowly nods her head while slightly slowing her walk as she interlocks her fingers tighter across her damp hair.  Biting her lip and pushing her tummy out while thrusting her elbows and buttocks back simultaneously, she murmurs, “Yes….. Sir!”  Glancing up at the red lights flickering on the cameras mounted from the ceiling she realizes the hall’s under surveillance too.

       As she approaches the door he watches from behind as her breasts sway, their outer globes spreading outward from the sides of her back, just below her shoulders as her waist tapers to her curving hips, the perfect hour glass silhouette with a nice little slot between her legs.

       Stopping in front of the door, next to a chair and table with magazines on it, he taps a couple times, silently waiting while glancing Jo up and down.  The door opens with the girl in a full black cotton robe partially open, her breasts and vagina partially exposed.  Glancing toward him while smiling she coos, “Thanks, you’ll be out here when we’re done, okay?”  Also quickly glancing Jo up and down, her eyes obviously have a gleam, her lips pouty.  Glancing up at Jo’s hands cuffed behind her neck, she orders, “In here, and… Stay like you are… Barbie!”

       Stepping inside, Jo hears the door shut behind her as the girl’s hand grips hers.  “What’s your name again?”  The girl asks.

       Blinking, taking a breath, Jo bites her lip, answers, “Barbie… It’s Barbie!”

       “Okay, that’s one.”  The girl scolds.  “Barbie… What?”

       “Barbie… Mis… Mistress?”  She answers, hoping that’s what she wants to be called.

       “Mistress…. Hum… Mistress, yeh… I like that… Barbie!”  The girl answers, lowering her hand, stepping in front of ‘Barbie’ while glancing her over.  “Yea, Barbie… I really do love these titties, even with those little welts!”  She grins as she cups and bounces the fleshy globes up and down in her palms.  “I thought about you all last night!... I couldn’t wait until it was my turn to play with you tonight!”

       Stepping over and climbing onto her bed, huge and fluffy, she bounces on it as she turns and kneels on the bedspreads while ordering, “Come over here!”

       Thinking to herself the rooms probably even twice as big as the plush one she was given, stepping over by the bed with her hands twisting behind her head, she watches as the girl pushes her chest out while spreading and dropping her robe off her back, onto the bed.  Her slender body tanned with her long black hair straight hanging across her back, Jo can’t help thinking the girl’s actually incredibly sexy, one of the rare girls who probably even look better naked then with clothes on.

       Raising her arms above her head while thrusting her chest out and her butt back, the girl glances down while smiling.  “Well, what you think?... No whip marks like yours, huh!”  Shaking her well proportioned breasts back and forth, she giggles as she glances back toward Jo, then back toward her own spread, slender thighs.  Reaching down and spreading the folds of her labia open while thrusting her pubic mound outward, she shows off the thin wisp of pubic hair vertical with her slit.  “Look, no whip marks down here either!”  She grins while glancing back toward Jo.  “Come on over here, stand next to me!”

       Obeying, stepping next to the bed, dumbfounded more then anything while facing the girl, she feels almost foolish, yet can’t help thinking to herself that the girl really is cute, if a little nutty.

       “Okay Barbie… Here’s the deal.”  The girl becoming a little more serious speaks.  Mother wants me to learn how to be a Dom… Domatice.. Domex… Hell, what’s it called?”

       A Dominatrix… Mistress.”  Jo answers, helping without trying to being insulting.

       “Yea, that’s it… A Domintress!”  The girl smiles.  “Thanks!... Anyway, she’s going to teach me with you… But really, that’s the only time I really have to hurt you badly… You know what I mean?”

       “Yea… Yes Mistress!”  Jo nods, standing motionless while still watching the girl grinning, spreading herself.  Thinking what else she can say, remembering how the girl asked about whipping her while at the hanger, Jo asks, “Thank you!... But… I thought you asked your mother… Madam … If you got to hurt me too!”

       “Oh yea!”  The girl answers.  I will!  But, only badly with Mother!  That was to make her happy… And… And with Mother… I will have fun hurting you… You know?”

       “Yes… Yes Mistress… Okay.”  Jo answers, thinking how crazy everything is, and seeming to be getting even more insane.

       “Good!”  The girl smiles.  “When we’re alone I’ll just hurt you a little bit!  Maybe more then a little sometimes!... Just for fun!... Okay Barbie?  Now… Let’s play!”

       “What?” Jo asks.  “Play what?”

       Smiling, the girl shakes her head.  “Jump up here on the bed… And let’s start by eating each other’s pussy out!... Let’s do a sixty-nine!... Come on… I want you to make me cum!... I know you’re not allowed to!”

       Staring, her mind almost in a daze, Jo answers.  “Can… Can you take my hands…. Down?”

       “Oh no, sorry… Mother’s rules for now… The cuffs stay on!”  The girl answers while playfully lowering her arms, laying her hands on the bed with her palms down, hunching her back while spreading her legs.  “Come on, climb under me, Barbie!... Under my pussy!”

       Stepping forward while pressing her elbows together, sliding across the bed, Jo turns on her back and slides under the girl.  Wiggling, to position her self, Jo’s face practically touches the girl’s spread vulva, noticing it’s practically hairless, as she jolts, feeling the girl’s tongue give a sudden lap across her sore clit.

       “Mother gave it to you pretty good!  Huh Barbie?”  The girl, raising her face, comments as she traces a fingertip over a couple of the welts

       “Yea… Yes Mistress, pretty good, by everyone so far!”  Jo answers.

       Another long, slow lap of her tongue across Jo’s already twitching clit and the girl raises her head again and traces her fingertip across another welt on Jo’s breast, asking, “How’s it feel… To… To have your titties whipped like that, Barbie?”

       “Huh… Jo asks, staring into the tight slit just above her face, the labia folds virtually flat and smooth. “It … It hurts, Mistress!”  She answers as she tilts her head off the mattress, flicks the tip of her tongue across the inside creases of the girl’s vulva.

       “Ohhh!”   The girl squeals, her hips flinching as she reaches down and grips Jo’s labia, pulling the folds upwards toward her lips.  “That feels sooooo Good!”

       Flattening her head back on the bed with her lips still parted and the tip of her tongue poked out, Jo feels a firm tug as the girl’s finger circles the nub of her swelling clit, presses against her thumb.

       “I’m going to pinch it!”  The girl whispers as she presses her thumb and finger across Jo’s clit.  “I’m going t pinch kinda hard too!  Hurt you just a little, you know, just to start with!... That’s okay with you, isn’t it?”

       Not wanting to answer yes, yet almost afraid not too, Jo mumbles, barely more then a grunt.  “Yes… Yes Mistress… That’s okay.”

       Smiling, glancing toward Jo’s clit, the girl squeezes and tugs, then pinches.

       “Ooooohhh!.... Not so hard… It’s so sore!” Jo moans as she twists her cuffed hands behind her collar while arching her chest out while drawing her elbows back.

       “I’m going to twist a whole lot harder then that!… Twist it with my fingernails!”  The girl giggles.  Taking a breath while releasing the nub, she slides her fingernail and thumbnail deeper onto the swelling clit, pinching the tender flesh between her nails.

       “Oh God!…. Oh God!!”  Jo grunts, her hips trembling as her torso arches further outward, her breasts pressing against the girl’s legs.  “It hurt… You’re hurting me!!”  She cries as she rocks her hips up off the bed, arching backwards.

       Tilting her head and glancing down, the girl releases her fingertips and slips off of Jo’s naked body.  Twisting around on the bed, she orders, “Lay still!”  Sliding her left arm across the bed while laying her hand across Jo’s up thrust elbows, she slides her right hand up across Jo’s stomach, laying her face next to her right breast.  Slipping her fingers between the global melons while gripping the firm tit flesh across the visible welts, she tugs Jo’s breast toward her mouth.  Spreading and sliding her full lips around the tan areola, she licks the nub of the bruised nipple with her curling tongue as she glances toward Jo’s face.  “Does this hurt?”  Again firmly squeezing her fingers and flicking her tongue, softly sucking on Jo’s trembling breast, the girl herself softly moans with each subtle flick and each gentle suck between her moist lips without waiting for an answer.

       Lying motionless with her eyes closed and her head resting in the palms of her cuffed hands, Jo lets the soothing sensation of her aching breast being manipulated resonate throughout her chest like warm, tingling ripples as she reflexively arches her back while thrusting her breast toward the girl’s flicking tongue, all the while hoping she doesn’t bite down.  A couple minutes of the girl’s mouth sucking on her breast and Jo feels the slightest caress of fingertips gently slipping upwards across her inner thigh and begin flicking across her pubic mound.

       “Spread your legs, Barbie… Tug your feet up together.”  Jo hears the girl’s soft voice.  “Spread that pussy open for me!”

       Slowly sliding her feet together while bending her knees, Jo gently raises her feet until they touch together with her heels practically shoving against her spread thighs.  Her vagina gapped open, she feels the girl’s lips and tongue manipulating her nipple as the fingertips glide downward, between the fleshy labia folds and across her protruding clit.  Unable to control her hips from trembling, Jo cups the back of her tilted back head with the palms of her cuffed hands as she tilts her chest toward the girl’s mouth while softly flexing her thighs off the bed.

       “You’re getting worked up real good, huh Barbie?”  The girl smirks as she raises her face and smiles, still fingering the swelling clit with her thumb while sliding the first two fingers into the moist slit.  “Don’t cum on me!... Understand?”  She grins as she lowers her head, sliding her face across Jo’s flattened stomach, resting her left ear on Jo’s pubic mound while tilting her head and letting her tongue slide across the tip of Jo’s engorged clit.

       “Oooohhh…  Yesssss…. Yesssss Mistess!!!”  Jo moans while arching her hips with each flick of the girl’s tongue across her bare clit along with the fingers sliding in and out of her moist slit.  “Ooooohhh! That feels so good!!!” She whines as she tilts her head back in her hands, feeling the rumbling already, the long overdo climax as her vagina begins to tremble, releasing her pre cum.

       “Opps!”  The girl smirks as she slips her sticky fingers out of Jo’s moist slit.  Harshly pressing the swollen nub between her fingernail and thumbnail, she raises her head to look up at Jo’s flushed face.  “You’re already almost ready to spurt, Barbie!... Stop!”

       “Aggghhhhhh!”  A harsh pinch and Jo’s legs almost straighten as her hips buck. The soothing pleasure is again the searing pain encompassing her tortured clit.  Tears welling in her eyes, she keeps both tightly shut as she reflexively stiffens her entire body.

       “Okay Barbie, sit up on the bed… Cross your legs… Now!”  The girl’s voice sounds scolding, “Watch me!”

       Opening her eyes, leaning upright on the bed as instructed, Jo crosses her legs while sitting straight across from the girl, watching her do the same thing.

       Facing toward one another, the girl smilingly glides her hands up across her own slender waist, toward her arched out chest.  Sliding her fingers underneath her firm, highly mounted breasts, she begins manipulating both nipples with her index fingers.  “This feels so good Barbie!”  She grins as she melds the firm flesh causing her already pointy nipples to harden and swell even more.  Glancing down, licking a finger, she glides it around and across her swollen areola and nipple while she again glances toward Jo’s flushed face.

       Sliding her other index finger slowly between her pouty lips, licking it, the girl slips it down between her own breasts and toward her spread thighs as she stares silently into Jo’s eyes.  Still tweaking the nipple, licking her moist lips, she glides her glistening finger from her thigh, straight into her spread slit.  “Ohhhhhh!!!... Barbie!!!!”  Ohhh.. God…Yes!”  She moans while smirking, her finger gliding in, then out of her tight vagina, her thumb tweaking her clit, her nipple bulging between her fingertip and thumbnail as she softly rocks on the bed in front of the obviously frustrated Jo.  Again grinning, her finger sliding deeper and slower into her moist slit, the girl slowly shakes her head back and forth while nibbling on her lower lip, “Wouldn’t you like to be doing yours too, Barbie?  Oh God, this feels so good!”  She grunts.  “Want me to rub your clit for you!  Suck on that tittie some more?   Get you off… Do you? Oooohh!... Too bad… Barbie!”

       Jo just frustratingly watches, sitting with her hands cuffed behind her neck, her nipples thick and hard, her womb tingling, aching as she just sits while feeling the moisture off her spread cuntlips seeping onto the bedspread as she reflexively grinds her thighs across the bed.

       Falling back across the mattress, the girl begins humping her fist, pinching her nipple as her flattened stomach ripples.  Twisting her head against the mattress, she arches her hips while releasing her nipple and tightly squeezing her thrust out breast, moaning, “Oooh God!... Oh God… Ohh Goddd!” Jamming three fingers in her tight slit, twisting and tugging again on her nipple, her breathe becomes raspy, her hips flexing as she continues masturbating herself in front of Jo while grunting, “Oh yes…. Barbie… This feels soooo damn good!... Oh yes!”

       Watching the erotic demonstration being performed in front of her by the girl, feeling the bedding swaying under her crossed legs with her spread vagina feeling every quiver of the mattress, Jo bites her lip while clenching her fingers into tight fists behind her head.  Feeling her thighs quivering, her own stomach hollowing as she breathes heavier, Jo frustratingly tries to rock on the bed with the same motion as the girl’s, trying to scrape her trembling vulva against the mattress covers.

       “Ahhhhhh!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!... Oooohhhhhhh!!!... Yes… Yeh …Yesssssss!”  The girl’s quivering voice becomes louder, halting as her hips jerk, her abs rippling, her stomach muscles tightening as she twists her head from side to side, then lays motionless on her back.  “Oh my God, Barb… Oh yes!”  Turning her face toward Jo’s while staring through her hazing eyes, the girl smiles.  “Damn!  That really felt good!... You should try it!”

       Resting a couple minutes, slowly kneeling on the mattress, the girl again faces Jo while cupping both her own breasts in the palms of her hands.  “I could probably masturbate for you a couple more times tonight Barbie…. You like that?  Well, do you?”

       Frustrated, wanting so badly to be able to touch, relieve her self, yet somehow actually being turned on by the little tramp’s display, herself aching for an orgasm, Jo just slowly nods her head up and down while whispering, “Yes… Yes Mistress I’d like that!”

       “Well, maybe tomorrow sometime!”  The girl giggles while jumping up off the bed, bouncing toward the door, naked.  Turning the knob, swinging the door open, she smiles at the escort setting relaxed in the chair, scanning through a magazine.  “All done for tonight!”  She blurts, “Take her, she’s yours!”

       Standing, glancing toward the naked girl, he starts past her as she steps against him. Tiptoeing while whispering toward his ear, she glances toward a camera up on the hallway wall with the red light on.  “You know you’re going to fuck me sooner or later, don’t you?”  Stepping back against the hallway wall, cupping her breasts, she steps aside.  Still smiling toward him, she calls out, “Okay Barbie, we’re done for tonight, go with him to Bubby’s room.  I’ll see you tomorrow, with Mother, for my first lesson with you!... Okay?”

End Part Six

   

           

                

              

           

         

         

        

            

THE NANNY

The final one on one meeting with the family is with the son, where she’s to spend the evening.  Another sexual encounter for sure.  Pain? Maybe.  But, an orgasm?

Chapter Seven

       Another naked trip through the hallways with the content escort, to the other side of the mansion, and Jo finds herself in front of another expansive doorway.  Her escort tapping the door glances toward her.  “You’ll be spending the evening in there with him.”

       The door swings open, the young muscular adult she met last evening, an obvious younger physical version of his father, greets her with only a terrycloth robe covering his midsection.  Lean, with a well tanned physic, his black hair still set, he steps to the side allowing her to enter his suite.  Shutting the door, he steps behind her and surprisingly uncuffs her wrists before gently removing her chocker collar.

       “Well Jo, I guess you are my whore now, aren’t you?’  He barely smiles, actually not so much insulting, but matter of fact, then adds, “Look at me, you can answer, you’ll be spending the night with me you know.”

       Glancing up into his eyes, fatigued, frustrated, emotionally beaten down, she just slowly shakes her head back and forth before barely nodding.  “Yea… Yes, I guess I’m just your whore.”  Glancing back down, rubbing her wrists and slowly twisting her neck back and forth she appreciates the respite from the leather restraints.

       Gazing her up and down, stepping around her naked body, inspecting the light bruises across her glistening bare flesh, he nods toward the bed.  “Would you mind sitting there with me a moment?”  He softly asks while stepping toward the bed himself.  “Sit beside me, okay?”

       His voice almost gentle, actually unexpectedly so, Jo steps toward the bed with her arms down toward her sides, unconcerned with her bare breasts gently swaying unshielded as so with her bare vagina.  Turning and sitting, she allows her hands to rest palms up on the mocha toned mattress cover as she lowers her head while starring toward the imprinted designs across the coordinated area carpet partially covering the inlaid wood floor.

       Sitting next to her, he gently runs one hand through her tangling hair while sliding his other hand across her bare thigh, whispering, “You’re incredibly beautiful, you know.”

       Glancing over toward his appearing to be sincere expression, unknowing if he’s being deceptive or kind, her emotions almost overwhelm her.  Since the horrific flight, the beatings, the needles, the forced sex, both oral and otherwise, this is already the gentlest she’s been treated during this insane roller coaster experience.  A tear in her eye, she again lowers her head while glancing away, waiting for the pain.

       “Jo… Listen to me.”  He continues.  “You’re going to be here quite a while… Make the best of it… There’s that faintest of chances your future may not be what it appears right now.”  Still caressing her stringy hair, tugging her head against his bare shoulder, he continues to massage her closest thigh.  “As crazy as this all is so far, there’s even more things about this place you’d find hard to believe, and shouldn’t know, for now.”

       Her thoughts blurry, his touch is actually comforting while her mind still struggles not to allow her defense to lower much more as she awaits another terrible twist in her treatment.  Almost apprehensively allowing her head to rest on his shoulder, she feels his fingers sliding off her thigh into the palm of her upturned hand.  Feeling it gently squeezed, she struggles not to squeeze back as both physically and mentally exhausted, she continues to stare toward the floor, hearing herself quietly asking, “Are you going to hurt me now, too?”

       “No… No I’m not Jo.”  He whispers as he continues to let his fingers glide through her hair.  “When you’re alone with me, you’re not going to be punished, unless it’s really deserved.  I think you’re going to learn to appreciate your allotted time with me, especially over the next few weeks.”  Squeezing her hand, he continues.  “But, just remember what’s expected of you by the family, that includes me, and learn to accept it.  You might even learn to appreciate it once in a while if you allow yourself, let me show you.”

       Eyes closing, slumping back in his arm, Jo feels herself being lowered on the comforting surface of the wide bed.  On her back she feels her arms raised one by one, her hands resting on the bulges of pillows.  She offers no resistance as she feels him lifting her legs, barely spreading her thighs as he positions her across the bed.  His body sliding beside hers barely moves the mattress as she feels his legs against her bare flesh, his hand cupping her palms above her head as the warmth of his naked body presses against hers.

       Feeling his other hand gently gliding across her navel, her fingers reflexively tighten, squeezing against his.  The rippling of her stomach, her abs, flow with his fingertips as his hand glides upwards in gentle circling motions across her bare flesh as his fingertips curve around one, then the other firm mound gently rising and lowering across her relaxed torso as she calmly breathes.

       His warm breath whispering across her ear sends quivers, chills through her as she feels her neck quivering, her back trembling uncontrollably.  A gentle flick of a nipple, the following tweak of the areola and again her back gently rises toward his caressing fingers.  Biting her lip, utterly relaxed on the bed, she finds herself pleasantly accepting the warmth of his naked body against hers as he continues to massage first one breast, then the other.  His sister having just manipulated her, then having masturbated her own tight body in front of her, all the other multiple interrupted and forbidden orgasms have lowered her will power, her sensitivity.  Already she can feel the moistness between her thighs, the quivering in her stomach, the stirring deep in her womb as his fingertips send not unlike tiny electrical shocks through her nipples, across her breasts.  She realizes how frustrated she is, how bad that even in her predicament, she wants, needs an orgasm.

       Biting her lower lip she feels his thigh against hers as her hips rub; flex gently up and down, her bare glistening flesh against his.  Another gentle, extended kiss across her ear, with his warm breath brushing across her hair, she tilts her head back into the mattress, grunting.  “Oh… God… Please… Please!”

       “Do you want me to fuck you Jo?... Allow you an orgasm?  Do you want to fuck me until you cum?... I’ll let you if you want too!”  He whispers in her ear, slowly breathing across the lob while glancing toward her chest arching upward for his manipulating hand, trying to maintain contact with his flicking fingers as he slowly slides them away from her breasts, to barely touch her sternum between her firm mounds, down across her hollowed stomach, brushing over her rippling abs and tweaking her flexing belly button. “Do you?”

       “Ohhhh… Oh God!” She groans, realizing what he just said, hoping he’s not toying with her.  Her mind screaming, Yes!... Yes!... God Yes!’  Trembling as she feels the tips of his fingers circling her thrust out pubic mound, a fingertip sliding between her moist folds as she arches her hips, brushing across the swollen nub of her tingling clit.  Thrusting her thighs upwards, she whimpers, “Uuuummphh… God… Yes… Oh fuck me… Fuck me!… Oh yes!… Let me fuck you!... Yes make me… Let me cum!…Pleeeaassse!... Lets fuck now!”

       Begging, twisting her head, her glazed eyes starring toward his face, she moans, her body trembling as his fingers rub, flick, twist at her stretching clit. “Oh God… Mount me!  Mount me now… Hurry!”

       Sliding, rolling on top of her naked body, on his knees he forces his legs between her spreading thighs as her knees bend, her feet lifting upwards pushing against his butt cheeks, thrusting, shoving as her hips flex upwards.  As his swelling, pulsing shaft forces its way between her drenched labia folds, he feels her vagina walls stretching, encasing his manhood.  Tight, warm, like an expanding glove, the anticipated feeling even more incredible then he anticipated, his pulsing shaft borrows ever deeper between her bucking thighs with each erratic stroke while his mouth presses across her cheek, her head rearing back into the mattress.

       Her insides burning, tingling, she forces her hips higher, jerking back and forth gripping his shaft with her thighs, her vagina, as she squeezes, humps against his muscular body.  Gripping his hand above her head like a vice with both hers, feeling his lips against her cheek, she twists her head, her parted lips pressing against his as she feels her tongue flattening, probing into his mouth.  Kissing, grunting, her womb twisting and rumbling, she grips every inch of his pulsing shaft, riding it, twisting and jerking it, working it in and out as his muscular chest crushes down across her flattening mounds, forcing them to spread toward her armpits, contorting under his weight.

       Reflexively shaking, her breathing raspy, the rush in her womb building to the long unattainable climax, her entire body quivers and rocks, her mind nearly blanking as she can’t comprehend that she’s actually on the verge of an incredible orgasm… Finally!  Nothing else seems to matter as her insides tenses, flexes, her thighs uncontrollably quivering around his waist, the spasms wracking her entire jerking body until finally, the mounting orgasm releases, explodes, gushing past his throbbing, stroking cock.

       “Aaaaahhhhh!!”  Quickly jerking her head, a long moan, grunt escapes her as each rapid heartbeat brings another gush, his body continuing to slam down across her stiffened, spasm wracked body as she uncontrollably shakes.  “Aaaaaahhhh!”  Her naked body still bucking upwards against his, her mouth again locked to his mouth, her animalistic grunts are stifled as their lips press painfully together.  As a second wave ripples though her womb, a third, contorting her body beneath his, she feels his continued strokes still pounding into her a few more, deep powerful thrusts before she feels his shaft also throbbing, pulsing.  He too grunts, bucks on top of her. Both their naked, sweating bodies still locked together, working, his load pulses, spurts, mixes with hers between her trembling thighs.

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  He too, grunts as he rises upwards on his straightening arms, his hands palm down on the bed above her.   Sweating, his black, straight hair matting, he glances down toward her turned face, closed eyes as he holds still, feeling the last of the tremors, the head of his shaft still hypersensitive even as it twitches deep inside her. 

       “Oh.. God…. God Jo… Wow!”  He exclaims, then smiles as he gently kneels on his knees, allowing his still thick rod to slide back, her gripping vagina walls still firmly encasing his sensitive shaft until it’s swollen tip finally ‘plops’ out between her thighs, oozing, covered with their milky, bodily fluids.

       Glancing down toward her glistening naked body, her perfect breasts gently rising and lowering as her breathing comes slowly under control, he takes a few moments before rolling off her, lying against her side.  Her arms still above her head, on the pillow, he reaches up, gripping her hands, he lowers them toward his mouth and gently nibbles on a finger.

       Barely opening her eyes, tilting her head, staring into his, she softly whispers, “Thank you!”  Again closing her eyes, she slowly smiles before carefully sliding down the bed.  Slipping beside him, she lets him continue to nibble at her finger as her arm stretches upward.  Sliding her other hand down across his stomach as his abs flex, gripping the bottom of his still semi erect shaft, tilting her head, slipping her tongue out from between her lips, she quietly coos between licking the sticky moistness from his twitching shaft.  “Let me clean you off… Let this whore taste you, okay?”  Hearing just a whimper, she thinks to herself just maybe her future doesn’t have to be what it seems… This night could be an interesting one for bonding with this horny man-child.                    

THE NANNY

Jo has her first session with Madam and her stepdaughter as a pair and is fitted with a new wardrobe ensemble, along with some personable fitting jewelry.

Chapter Eight

       Turning from the hallway, negotiating the thirteen steps down to another corridor underneath the mansion, Jo leaves the worn out son still asleep in his suite as she follows the escort for her forthcoming session with the mother and daughter.  Completely naked and wet, her arms crossed but uncuffed behind her neck to the chocker collar, she feels the nauseated feeling in the pit of her stomach knowing, yet not knowing what’s ahead of her.

       Having been awakened at seven in the morning by the escort’s tug on her shoulder, instructed to roll out of bed and quickly shower in the son’s bathroom, she now groggily follows along as she thinks back to the past few hours with the son, spending the entire evening snuggling with him, being sporadically awakened throughout the night for him to mount her from virtually every angle imaginable.  Having put on an enthusiastic front for him, trying to satisfy his every desire enthusiastically, she’s certainly had her share of sex especially after finally being allowed the explosive orgasm with him after so many frustrating denials before.  Hopefully, she thinks to herself, she’s succeeding in seducing him.

       Approaching a set of large mahogany doors at the far end of the corridor, the escort gives a couple quick raps before turning the brass knob and opening the right side.  Following him into the sparse chamber her heart skips a beat as she sees the mother and daughter, both virtually naked and standing together under a swaying chain hanging from a block and tackle above a small podium in the center of the room.  A stainless steel chest not unlike a toolbox on rollers sets beside the podium, its lid partially opened.

       “Over here… Bring her over here!”  Madam instructs, nonchalant in her attitude in front of the escort as she waves them toward the podium.  “Underneath the chain here.”

       Giving Jo a tug, he directs her between the pair, having her step up onto the platform.

       “Turn her, affix the chain to the back of her collar.”  Madam directs as she stands next to the smiling daughter, intently watching as she adds.  “That’s good… Know what?... Go ahead and feel her tit, give it a good squeeze while you slide a thumb up inside her pussy.   And Jo… You keep those hands behind your neck, actually grip the chain and keep hold of it.”

       Obviously surprised but not hesitating to obey, the escort reaches up and cups Jo’s right breast giving it a firm squeeze as he watches the areola spread, the nipple thicken as his thumb form his other hand slides between her twitching thighs, knuckle deep up into her damp slit.

       “Okay, that’s enough.  Now hers, same thing.”  Madam instructs while nodding toward her stepdaughter.

       Glancing toward the girl’s breasts, glancing back toward Madam, he hesitates this time as he slowly releases Jo’s melon.

       “Go ahead; you know you want too, now do it!”

       “Yes, Madam!”  He answers, still hesitantly, inside anxious with the back of his mind thinking of Master.

       “Do it, damn it!”  Madam orders, again nodding toward the girl.  “She’s waiting!”

       Taking a couple steps, he stands in front of Jessica as she obediently spreads her arms  apart, her open hands facing forward down toward her legs.  Sliding his left hand across her right breast, he senses her arching her chest outward.  As he slips his other hand into the narrow split separating her thighs, his thumb slides up into her moist slit.  Melding her firm breast, more then a handful but not the size of Jo’s, he feels his thumb gripped a little tighter between her thighs as she flexes.  Glancing toward the girl’s face, her eyes locked on his, he catches the slightest of a grin on her barely parted lips, the tip of her tongue flicking around its edges as her hips continue to gently twitch.

       “Okay, you can leave us now, thank you!”  Madam still with the same monotone voice instructs as she thrusts her own firm breasts outward while slipping her hand softly across her bare pubic mound.  “You won’t be needed for awhile.”

       “Yes, thank you!”  The girl mimicking her stepmother smirks while gripping his hand rising up from her vagina.  Tugging it toward her lips, flicking her tongue across the moist thumb, she whimpers, “Ummm!... You going to taste me too?”

       Turning, pulling his hand away, he heads for the door without looking back, shutting it behind him while raising his thumb toward his mouth while thinking to himself, what a job!

       Standing on the podium, still gripping the chain above her head while taking in the surreal scene Jo silently watches the door shut, realizing the attention’s now going to be on her. Shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath she waits.

       “Okay Jo!”  Madam, grinning toward her stepdaughter then speaks as she flips the rather large chest’s lid completely open.  “Time for me to start Jess’ training if she can get her mind off him, don’t you think?... Now Jo, push those titties out here for us, and spread those legs too!”

       Jo instantly obeys, watching as Madam turns toward her after lifting out a flexible harness appearing apparatus.  Appeared to be made of an equal amount of burnt leather straps hinged to a number of contoured adjustable stainless steel tubes no more then an inch wide in any area, its design seemingly allows for it to be mounted across a woman’s naked body.

       “Don’t move Jo, I’ve got several pieces of this to clip together all around you before you’re prepared and if you’re not careful you could wind up getting pinched pretty good!”  Madam instructs as she lifts, obviously centering it in front of Jo’s bare breasts.  “Push ‘em out toward me…. That’s it.”  Lining up the pair of large circular metal rings of the flexible equipment and sliding them across Jo’s thrusting out breasts, she slides the connecting upper straps around Jo’s sides just below her armpits.  “Fasten it, Jess…. Top and bottom.”  She adds, holding the rings against Jo’s breastbone.

       Feeling the girl’s hands tightening the pairs of harness straps from across her back, each tug forcing the rings tighter across her torso spreading her jiggling breasts further apart, Jo continues to grip the chain above her head as she glances down at Madam’s hands reaching back into the metal chest and bringing out another piece of the equipment.  A pair of unique smaller, tubular stainless steel rings a couple inches in diameter and about an inch in depth sparkle in their hinged straps as Madam lifts it up for Jo to get a better look.

       “Between your legs Jo!”  Madam smiles.  “See these pair of tube type rings?  They’re adjustable like the titty rings and will mount nicely right up in your orifices… Now spread wide for me!”

       Staring toward Madam’s hands, barely moaning, Jo shuffles her feet slowly apart as she feels the apparatus being slipped between her spreading thighs, the girl clipping the rear end to the bottom of the top harness.

       “Okay Jo squat a little for me, let me line these tubes up.”  Madam demands as she manipulates the rear circular metal across Jo’s puckered rectum.  “Relax… It’s going to go in one way or another Jo!”  Madam orders as she twists and shoves until the ring plops into place.

       “Oomph!”  A slight squeal as Jo feels the slick metal rimming her butt hole, the strap spreading her inner thighs.

       “Oh for goodness sake Jo.”  Madam scolds with a smirk as she fingers the front tube.  “That ring will stretch your butt two; three times wider then that when it’s fully adjusted!”

       Sliding the front tube up between Jo’s spreading labia lips; Madam feels Jo again flinching as the smooth metal ring slips easier into place.  Stretching the end of the strap upwards across Jo’s bellybutton, slipping its end up through the eyelet on the bottom of the top harness, she tugs, tightens it in place.  “There!”  Madam smiles.  “How’s that fit… Okay?”

       The set of harnesses snug across her body, Jo just slowly nods toward madam.  “Okay… Okay Madam.”

       “Good!... Hands down to your sides then.”  Madam orders as she reaches back in the open chest.  Bringing out a pair of wrist cuffs with clips, she slips one across Jo’s right wrist and snaps it to an eyelet on the bottom side of the top harness.  Doing the same with the other cuff, Jo’s wrists are secured at her waist.  Another short strap from the work chest and Jo finds her arms being forced behind her as the strap’s tightened enough to force her elbows together behind her back, her hands still palms out at her sides.

       Her chest forced further outward as her shoulders arch back, the harness presses harsher against her sternum bulging her twitching breasts up and out from the metal rings.  The cool metal sinks into her flesh both across her chest and between her legs causing just a little discomfort as the formed harness molds around her naked body from breasts to thighs.

       “Okay Jo, just about done for now!”  Madam instructs while adding, “But there are several more pieces to your new outfit still in the chest that can be used for a variety of reasons…. And will be in due time.  But first, let’s slide on a pair of heels.

       One more trip into the container and Madam lifts out a six inch pair of black stilettos. Setting one on the podium, lifting Jo’s left foot, she slips the heel on, tightens the strap as the hanging down chain strains at Jo’s collar.  “Hold her steady, Jess.” Madam orders as she grabs the other stiletto and grips Jo’s right foot.  Forcing it on, strapping it tight, she steps back a step.  “You okay Jo?... Ever walk in six inch heels before?  Get used to it, it makes your legs look great with those calves flexing!”

       Trying to balance, her breasts swaying toward her sides, Jo struggles to maintain her balance on the podium as Jess grips her hips from behind.  Steadying herself, glancing downward she curiously watches as Madam reaches between the metal rings circling her breasts and begins ratcheting a center adjustment with a small hand tool from the drawer.  Feeling the rings closing, her breasts bulging, Jo can only watch as her ballooning breasts painfully raise and lift apart as her areolas and nipples stretch and flatten on her contorting and almost perfectly round globes forming into the size of grapefruits.

       A couple final clicks and Madam’s satisfied with the just barley discoloring breasts, lowers the tool between Jo’s thighs.  More ratcheting and Jo feels her rectum spreading open as the metal ring presses on the inner sides of her thighs.  The tool removed, slid forward, she feels her vagina stretching with each click, again that metal ring pressing outward spreading her labia lips against her inner thighs as her vulva spreads apart forming a rounded hallow gap.

       “Jo, you look magnificent!... Doesn’t she Jess?”  The Madam blurts as she slowly walks around the podium taking in Jo’s contorted, harnessed body, everything totally stretched and exposed on her shimmering bare flesh.  “You should see yourself!... I think I’m going to show you off to some lady friends coming over later this morning, just about like you are now!... Yes, all you need now is a nice short chain between your ankles.”  She adds as she reaches down into the metal chest.  Turning with the chain while glancing toward her stepdaughter she orders.  “Help her down, I want to see her walk.”

       The chain released from the collar then held by her hips, Jo steps carefully from the podium as Madam kneels and waits.  Cuffing both ankles, the chain’s six inches slacken as Madam stands upright and orders.  “Okay, Jo… Over to the door and back for us.”

       Clenching her fists at her sides while attempting to balance herself, Jo nearly stumbles as the chain tightens and catches as she faces the door and takes her first step.  “Ooomph!”  Catching herself, her breasts bobbing out from the stainless rings, she takes another, then another step as the spiked heels tap across the wooden floor under her twisting ankles.  Twisting, bowing as she shuffles, her orifices painfully stretched around the widened rings forces her to bow her knees as she arches her shoulders back, her damp hair sticking across her glistening shoulders.

       “Good girl, Jo… You should see yourself!”  Madam smirks. “Those titties look like volley balls bouncing around off the front of you!”

       “Yea!”  Jessica adds, “How’s that pussy of yours feel now Barbie!”

       Moaning, grunting while taking tiny steps Jo makes her way back toward the podium as Madam grips an elbow and helps her step back up onto it.  Turning her around, she nods toward Jessica, then back toward the open chest.  “Oh, I forgot, of course you’ll be in need of some body jewelry for tonight!... You won’t mind having piercings for those nipples and clit too, huh, Jo!”

       Starring wide eyed toward the open metal chest, at the instrument in Madam’s hand, obviously some kind of clamping device, Jo’s stomach again twists in knots.  The nauseated, sickening feeling she felt on the plane when she was being sadistically probed with the skewers returns as she can’t believe her eyes.  Slowly shaking her head, moaning under her breath, her eyes are transfixed on the instrument spreading and closing in Madam’s clenching fist as she lifts it upwards.

       “This makes nice, clean piercings, a little painful but efficient Jo!”  Madam instructs.  “Let’s see… Each nipple, the clit hood and maybe, the navel?… Nah!... We’ll just do the tits and pussy all together, and get it over with, what do you say?!”  She continues as she glances toward he stepdaughter and nods.  “Fasten that chain to the collar again then hold her hips so she doesn’t fall backwards, I’ll start with her right tit.”

       Palming Jo’s right breast, bouncing it a couple times up and down like a ball, then slipping the tool’s edge across the nearly translucent areola and centering the nub of the flattened nipple, Madam glances up toward Jo’s flushed face.  “You may turn your head, but don’t make too much of a fuss or I’ll pierce your clit instead of the clit hood, understand?... I said, understand?”

       Glancing away, her voice trembling, Jo mutters with a tear in her eye.  “Yeh… Yea… Yes Madam!... I… I understand!... But, but it’s going to really hurt!”

       “Of course it is, Jo!”  The Madam scolds.  “That’s half the fun, don’t you think?... Now be a big girl and mind me… The chain ready Jessica?... Hold her hips tight while you lean around here and watch what I’m doing.”

       Feeling the cold steel against her tautly stretched breast, turning her head, Jo bites her lip as she feels a slight pressure surrounding her nipple, then…’Snap!’

       “Uuuuummmmmmppphhh!!!”  Her body straightening, stiffening, a hoarse rasping moan escapes Jo’s clinched lips as her fingers clench and dig into her palms.  “Oh my God!”

       Releasing the trigger and sliding the tool away, Madam lays it on the tool chest and retrieves a hollow gold bar stud.  “That’s a thick piercing Jo, but it’s needed to hold this.”  Madam directs as she grips Jo’s breast and forces the stud through the surprisingly barely tinged nipple.  Probing it through, tightening the ball on its end she squeezes the round globe while inspecting her work, centering the stud across the spread out areola.  “Perfect, just perfect, huh Jessica?”

       Glancing around, giving an approving nod, the stepdaughter grins toward Madam.  “I think I’d like that, but I bet it hurts though, huh?”

       “Don’t get any ideas Jessica, that’s for whores, not you!”  Madam scolds, as she turns and picks up the tool.  “Other tit next, Jo… Push it out for me!”

       Tears dripping from her welling eyes, Jo still finds herself obeying as she twists her shoulders around, forcing her breast out.  Again feeling the cold steel pressing against her other nipple, again she turns her head as she feels the ‘plop.’  The pain shoots through her breast as she grunts while twisting back and forth.  “God… Damn!!!... Damn!…  Oh… Damn!!!”

       “Oh you sissy!”  Madam scolds as she retrieves another gold stud and reaches for that pierced nipple.  “Hold still!... Now Jessica, watch closely, you’re doing her clit hood!”  Shoving the stud through the slightly bleeding hole, she quickly affixes the gold ball to secure it.  Holding both bulging breasts in the palms of her hands while slightly raising and lowering them back and forth, she inspects their alignment as a trace of blood drips off the left nipple.  Again smiling, she adds, “Damn Jo, I sure know how to center theses things, don’t I?... They’re just perfect!... Now to your pussy!... Ready Jessica?”

       Again retrieving the tool, Madam glances toward her stepdaughter.  “I’ll hold those hips tight, I’m going to be right close to you”  Pinching the moist nub between her fingernail and thumbnail, Madam tugs Jo’s clit outwards while having Jessica position the tool across the stretching clit hood.  “Brace yourself Jo!”  Madam warns as she shows her stepdaughter where to snug the head of the tool evenly across the quivering flesh.

       Watching Jo’s trembling abs right in front of her face, watching her flattened stomach rippling along with the wheezing of each nervous breath, Jessica excitedly smiles back at Jo’s pleading eyes looking down at her.  Madam continues the torment by tugging the clit a little further out between her nails and holding it steady.  “Get ready Jessica… Now!”  ‘Click!’

       “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!”  Unable to hold her screech, her body twisting in the hands of Madam, Jo’s spread orifices tremble in their harness as her thighs are forced to remain apart by the metal rings.  Her knees bending, her ankles twisting in the stilettos, she struggles to maintain her equilibrium as her bulging melons sway back and forth from the embedded rings.

       “Okay Jo, hold still while I mount this stud!”  Madam scolds as she steps around as Jessica steps back, smiling down toward the tool still in her hand.  Quickly slipping the stud through the bleeding hole, she fastens the small ball to its end.  “There… Now that wasn’t so bad, was it girlfriend?”  She adds, and then nods toward her stepdaughter after checking its alignment.  “Good, real good job, Jess…. Perfect!...   Now dismount her.”  Glancing back toward Jo, again aligning each stud, she adds in a quiet voice. “You can be proud of your jewelry now Jo!... When you get to show it all off today!”

       The stepdaughter lays the tool on the work chest and steps behind Jo.  Unfastening the chain once again from the chocker collar, she grips Jo’s arm and leads her off the podium to stand between them.  The Madam’s dipped a clean white cloth with some alcohol and steps beside Jo to swipe her fresh pieces, first her breasts, down across her stomach to between her shaking thighs.

       Grunting, twisting her head from side to side, again flashbacks of the plane come to mind as the searing alcohol burns at her raw wounds, especially across her aching clit.  Glaring down toward the slightly crimson cloth as it’s pulled away, Jo forces her self not to urinate as she unsuccessfully tries to press her thighs together.  Feeling a trickle between her legs she humiliatingly glances toward the floor as a few dribbles splash and collect between her heels.

       “Jo!... Shame on you!”  Madam scolds as she takes the cloth and rams it between Jo’s spread thighs.  “You’re pissing on my clean floor!  How dare you!”  Shaking her head, shoving downward across Jo’s shoulder she continues.  “Jessica will take you to the restroom… After you clean that up, completely!”

       Being forced to her knees, nearly falling forward, Jo feels the warmth spreading across her flushing face as she leans toward the yellow spots, still trying to hold her kidneys.

       “Every last drop!... I should make you lick it!” She hears Madam’s voice ringing in her ears as Madam stuffs the damp, white rag in her mouth.  “And, you’ll pay for that with a nice little punishment session later!... If you can’t control your pussy, the next time that happens I’ll work it with a strap till it swells shut!... Now clean the floor!”

       Tilting forward, the top of her forehead scraping the spotted floor along with her tangled hair, Jo forces the rag into the dribbles, the smell of alcohol mixing with her urine bitter, her stomach reflexively convulses as she struggles not to throw up.  Swiping at one, the second and third, she closes her eyes as she holds her breath, her heart pounding as she desperately tries to clinch her thighs.

       “That’s good enough for now Jo.”  Madam scolds while gripping her arm.  “Get up and give me that!”  Glancing toward her stepdaughter, she adds.  “Take her in the restroom and clean her up real good with a wash cloth after she pees…. The harness stays on, and make sure it’s wiped off too, understand?”  Turning, tossing the towel across the open lid, Madam walks toward the double doors, adding.  “Bring her to my room so we get her made up to be presentable for our luncheon guests, okay?”

       Struggling to her feet, the rag tugged from her mouth, Jo’s still clumsy standing in the stilettos as she feels Jessica’s hand on her hip, twisting and leading her toward the rear of the room to the restroom door.

       “Damn Jo, you sure pissed her off, didn’t you?”  Jessica whisperingly giggles as she grips Jo’s left butt cheek in the palm of her left hand while cupping the fresh piercing of Jo’s right breast with her right, gently twisting the new stud.  “Anyway, I think these piercings are cool, I don’t care what she thinks.  Hell, I could nearly cum myself when I pierced you down there!... You know, I think I’m going to get my titties pierced too, to match yours, yeh!”

End Part Eight    

       

       

           

                   

       

       

           

         

THE NANNY

Jo’s first public appearance for a group of Madam’s social circle of friends, all females, all wealthy, all interested in Jo’s tolerance as a submissive on video before their luncheon engagement.

Chapter Nine

       Setting facing the mirror in Madam’s master suite, having earlier ingested a bitter liquid concoction as ordered by Madam, Jo silently watches her own reflection’s transformation as the finishing touches are applied to her.  Her attention seems transfixed on the pair of gold studs shimmering off her taut nipples perfectly centered on her round, symmetrical globes formed by the pair of tight metal circular bands of the body harness as she wonders about what she was forced to take, especially the consequences.  Madam stands toward the side watching the darkly tanned Jamaican woman finishing with the final couple braids of Jo’s cornrows framing her perfectly made up face as the woman’s counterpart finishes the manicure and painting of her nails.  Finishing together, glancing toward Madam for her approval and receiving it, they collect their supplies and nodding, leave the room.

       “Stand and face me Jo.”  Madam orders in a quiet tone as she steps toward the mirror as the door shuts behind her.  “How do you feel?... Don’t worry; it’s not nearly as strong as the stuff Master gave you on the plane… All it’s going to do is put a cutting edge on your senses, make your nerve endings tingle!  Now, let’s see how you look before I present you to our anxious guests.”

       Rising off the stool and feeling somewhat lightheaded, somewhat clumsy, stepping around the front of the dresser, Jo faces Madam.  Staring downward momentarily to maintain her balance with her wrists still affixed to her form fitting body harness, her elbows firmly strapped behind her back, she’s still uncomfortable in the black stiletto heels as she struggles to remain upright.  Glancing back again toward the mirror, Jo catches a side view of herself turning.  Breasts standing straight out from the tightened damp harness, rounder and larger then normal, jaunting apart between the shimmering rings, she again notices the gold studs glistening off her thickened nipples as the third matching stud also similarly glistens from her bared clit hood exposed above the leather strap spreading her slit.

       Scrubbed with hand cloths, freshly shaven in her pubic area and massaged with a fine coat of body lotion, her naked body is radiant, exotic, especially with the final touches applied.  “Jo, you look exquisite, don’t you know?”  Madam nods as she slowly walks around her, glancing, touching, adjusting the harness here and there as Jo remains motionless, staring again down toward the floor, the aching of her breasts and vagina soothed from the warm bath but now tingling that cocktail Madam had her ingest.  Trailing a finger across the outer curve of Jo’s left breast, Madam adds. “You know, I think these wispy traces of whip marks actually highlight your erotic appearance, don’t you think?”

       A tap on the door and the stepdaughter peaks in, her long dark hair swaying across her shoulder in a single braid.  “They’re here mother.”

       “Okay, I’ll greet them.”  Madam turns and answers.  “Here Jessica, Chain her ankles, slip this ‘O’ ring in her mouth, then bring Jo down… Say in five minutes, okay?”

       “Sure mother.”  Jessica answers as she enters the room in her white sling shot bikini, contrasting, highlighting her olive colored skin.  The outer edges of her nipples are barely visible under the pair of narrow straps pressing her firm breasts against her thrust out chest, forming a micro ‘V’ from mid pubic mound to her shoulders.  Glancing toward Jo, she mutters.  “Gosh!... “Look at you, Barbie!... All made up, ready to show that bod off, huh girl?”

       Still glancing toward the floor, remaining silent, Jo hears the door shut as Madam heads down the hallway as Jessica steps closer and circles her.  Feeling the girl’s fingers sliding across her shoulders, then around her chest and cupping her breasts, Jo remains motionless as the fingertips flick across the fresh piercings.

       “I’ve seen those women before Barbie.”  The girl whispers as she kneels, slips a cuff around each ankle, letting the six inch chain dangle.  “I know them; you’re going to be made to do some nasty things by them… Especially the redhead, she’s going to hurt you!”  She continues as she stands, momentarily melds Jo’s thrust out globes with her fingers squeezing, flexing the firm tit flesh as Jo flinches, even the sensations of her softest pinches magnified.  Slipping the bright red ring into Jo’s mouth and fastening the back straps as she circles, steps behind her, she adds.  “Yeh, they’ve already seen you on their closed web site… You’ve been on display for them practically every minute you’ve been here except for in our bedrooms.”

       Still fondling Jo’s breasts, slipping a hand up between her thighs, the stepdaughter adds.  “By the way Barbie, my brother fucked your brains out last night didn’t he?... I bet you loved his big dick too!... It’s okay… I know, I’ve seen it before, but don’t worry, I haven’t fucked him… Yet!”  Giggling as she feels Jo’s body twitch with another titty pinch, she continues.  “I think he’s afraid to for some stupid reason…  But I have played with his cock though… When he was asleep once!”

       Whispering into Jo’s ear while melding her breasts, the girl’s harsh breath obviously intentionally whisks across her neck as she speaks in her sultry voice.  Jo can’t believe she’s hearing what the girl’s saying as the discomforting sensation of her nerve endings tingling across her naked flesh is beginning to irritate her.

       Feeling Jo’s body flinching with each touch, the girl glances toward the dresser and notices the remainder of the solution in the half empty clear medical container.  Looking toward the marked label, she blurts.  “Damn Jo, she had you drink that stuff?... No wonder you’re jerking so much!... You’re going to feel it’s effects for hours!”

       “Damn it, where was I?... Yeh!”  The girl continues.  “My brother… He woke up and was pissed off at me and kicked me out of his bedroom!  Oh well… The way I look at it, that was his loss, don’t you think Barbie?... Barbie?”

       “Yea… Yes you’re right.”  Jo answers as she continues to stare straight ahead, toward the door, the harness straps even beginning to irritate her bare skin.  “It, it was!”

       “Also bet you broke the rule and he let you cum, huh?”  Licking the back side of Jo’s ear, she continues to whisper.  “You’ll be punished for that!... If not by mother, then dad when he gets back!”  Again melding both breasts, Jo uncontrollably flinches as her tit flesh tingles, now extremely sensitive to the slightest touch. Flicking the gold studs as she rubs her own practically bare breasts up against Jo’s bound arms, slipping a finger into the jerking ring stretching Jo’s anus, Jessica continues.  “You know they’ll find out… They find out everything!”  Deep inside, she feels kind of jealous of Jo; she wouldn’t mind getting some attention herself, for her own tight body, her own substantial yet still developing breasts, even if it was a little painful.  After all a little pain can be a good thing.

       As Jessica has her few moments alone with Jo, Madam approaches the half dozen women in the great room.  All clothed only in matching black bikinis and slim eye masks; their hair’s all pulled tightly back into strict buns.  Ranging in age from early to mid thirties and all obviously attractive in their own different ways, they’re casually intermingling, attracted to a large flat screen on the far wall as Madam enters.  “Hello, all.  Glad you could make it for my introduction of our family’s new Nanny!”

       “Yea, the closest lady, the redhead smirks as she nods toward the theater size monitor.  “We wouldn’t miss this for the world!... I can’t believe she can be as hot as that video makes her out to be!” She continues while starring at the screen, at Jo’s image, larger then life sized, the video of her bound naked on the plane being abused while being addressed by Master’s voice.

       “Really?”  Madam smiles.  “Oh, that… That’s her the very first night when she was being brought here, it’s Master’s private video!  You’re getting to the interesting part where she can’t move her extremities while being… Well, I don’t want to spoil it for any of you, you’re see!... And later, you’ll get to see where I gave her escort permission to be serviced by her for her rudeness at the time… Wait and see as the video continues.”

       “”You’re sharing her with us today, right?”  Another woman blurts out with a drink in her hand.

       “Oh, off course, that’s what we do, don’t’ we?”  Madam grins as she casually strips out of her outer clothing, revealing her own bikini, matching but red.  “But, let me tell you, she’s already a favorite of the boy, and, I’ve got a hunch Master’s pretty strong on her too!”

       “I think she might be for the ladies of the house too!  The third woman speaks out, also a cocktail in her hand.  “Well?”

       Grinning, slipping a red eye mask over her face before spreading her hands palms outward with her arms toward her side, Madam quips.  “She can suck a pussy!... And you’d swear those tits couldn’t possibly be natural, but believe me, they are… And even better then that, they can handle my assortment of whips!”

       “Oh, we know all too well, believe me!”  The redhead smirks.  A few of us couldn’t take our eyes off the cam when you tried out your assortment on her!... I think there were a couple wet panties and sticky fingers before you were done with her naked body all bound up like that!… And by the way, thank your husband for all of us for that great gift he gave you to mount her on!”

       “Oh, yes… I think he got that chair especially for her!”  Madam quips as she notices the women’s stares passing around her.  Turning, seeing Jo approaching with Jessica just behind, the silence is deafening as Madam nods toward her stepdaughter.  “Thank you Jessica, you’re excused.”

       Almost pouting, nodding her head as she turns her nearly naked body next to Jo’s, Jessica mutters.  “Yes…. Mother!”  Slowly turning, nodding toward Jo, she whispers.  “Careful of that woman next to mother, that’s her!”

       “That girl’s really growing up!”  The redhead whispers to Madam as Jessica struts away, her butt cheeks totally visible as the thin white strap disappears up between her slit.  “Don’t take it wrong, but I could almost see her in a harness like hers someday.”  The woman whispers while nodding toward Jo as Jessica leaves the room.

       Glancing toward the woman, Madam slowly nods.  “Not taken wrong… Matter of fact, It’s been in the back of my mind at times… When she acts like a little bitch… That she could use some discipline!”  Staring at the other woman, a smile crossing her lips, she adds.  “I think my little stepdaughter might have to learn a tiny bit about being a submissive before she can be a Dom, maybe I can let her spend a day or two with you and you can help me out… Soon!”

       “Absolutely!”  The woman acknowledges, nodding her head while still glancing toward Jo’s presence. “I’d love to help!... Spank that tight butt, work those firm teenage titties!  Maybe you can even lend me that harness with her, too!”

       “A done deal!... Next weekend, she’s yours.”  Madam smiles, their eyes connecting in mutual anticipation.  “See what she can tolerate, then a tad more… You have my approval!” 

       The group stares in virtual silence at Jo’s incredible appearance.  From her perfect makeup to her delightfully sadistic body harness holding her firm, accenting even what doesn’t need accented, the raw sex fills the room’s atmosphere.  Standing naked, her stretched, bright red lips yawning in a perfect circle around the matching ‘O’ ring, she faces the group as they stare silently back toward her.  Feeling hypersensitive from the drug she can even sense the nipple studs jiggling, and below, the pair of tubes rubbing, stretching her orifices between her painfully spread thighs as she struggles to maintain her composure.  Glancing up toward the wall, the jumbo monitor, she humiliatingly sees the huge image of herself naked, her bare breasts being skewered by the escort on the plane trip. 

       Fingers clenching at her thighs as she watches the image of herself being tortured, her knees weaken as her ankles twist in the uncomfortable heels.  In the back of her mind she remembers the stepdaughter’s warnings and senses the possibilities from the ogling women as her face flushes a deep crimson as she hears the audio of her pathetic shrieks from the video. 

       “Come here, Jo!”  Madam nods raising her right hand toward her.  Come to me!... Let me introduce you!”

       Glancing down toward her stilettos, the chain stretching and catching with nearly every step, Jo painfully shuffles toward the center of the room.  Saliva dripping from the ‘O’ ring across her global, barely jiggling breasts standing straight out and apart through the glistening rings, the light from the large uncovered window facing the Olympic sized pool reflects off the gold studs piercing her thick nipples.

       Her face still flushing, unable to block out the stares from the group of ogling women circling around her, Jo finds herself being fingered, massaged, and probed by a variety of fingers and hands casting off the sensations of  needle pricks across her bare flesh.  Both breasts grouped, twisted, flicked and smacked, the gold studs painfully twisted, tugged, she continues to stare downward toward her feet, in silence, the painful sensations multiplied throughout her tingling body.

       “Love the outfit!... Nice touch… Her elbow ties have her tits really pushed out too… And, and the gaps down there!  Damn… Look how wide her ass and pussy’s spread!”  The first lady again speaks up as she leans over, cupping one of Jo’s bulging breasts, giving the nipple a twist as her commentary continues.  “You’re right!... Her titties are incredible, and they’re real?!... My God!”

       “These tits are barely bruised!”  Another speaks up as she pats a round, hard globe.  “God, it’s hard to believe I watched them getting whipped just the other day on the monitor!... She does take punishment well!”

       “Yes she does!... Now Jo, kneel for us.”  Madam orders. “Show them how you can lick my pussy too!”

       Feeling the warmth mounting, her face flushing even a deeper crimson, she hates being displayed and humiliated in front of this group of masked women.  Struggling to kneel and nearly tripping, swaying toward her side, she catches herself as she falls on her knees, again the tolerable but irritating pain spreading across her naked flesh.  The women stepping around her and Madam form a complete circle as she stares toward Madam’s bikini as its being tugged off her freshly shaven pubic mound.

       “Lick my clit with your tongue Jo, stick it out from that ‘O’ ring and lick!”  Madam orders as she palms Jo’s bare breasts.  Then maybe we’ll let the ladies give you a good workout, okay?... I said Okay?!”

       Obediently nodding her head while closing her eyes, pushing her tongue out from the ‘O’ ring, Jo leans toward Madam’s bare thighs, her tongue stretching, wiggling as her face presses between Madam’s thighs.  Clenching her fists down toward her sides, her breasts pressing across Madam’s knees sends shocks through her sensitive nipples.  Her head bobs up and down, her neck twisting as Madam’s hands tug at her hair.  Feeling the tip of her stretched tongue pressing across the thickening clit, she feels Madam’s thighs already quivering.  A brief moment or so and Jo feels Madams hands pushing her back, lifting her up.  “Thanks… That’s enough for now; I just wanted the ladies to see how responsive you are…. Hold still.”

       Stepping around, Madam unhooks the mouth gag and tugs it from Jo’s yawning mouth.  Glancing toward the monitor, the image of the escort probing a skewer firmly into Jo’s left breast, she asks.  ”Jo, would you mind giving the ladies a response to what’s happening to you on the monitor before your workout’s initiated?  I think they would like to know what was going though your mind… You know, something like a play by play for us!... What do you think ladies, should Jo stand in front of the screen and give us a kind of perspective, a commentary if you will on what she was thinking and feeling!”

       Nodding in agreement, stepping aside, the women allow room for Madam to center Jo sideways between them and the screen up on the wall.  Turning down the sound, Madam orders.  “Okay Jo, don’t disappoint us or I may have to ring for your escort to demonstrate on you in person again, understand?  Begin!”

       Heart pounding, not even wanting to think of that possibility, glancing toward the women, then up at the screen, Jo’s stomach churns as she focuses on the graphic close up of a skewer sinking into her bare breast.  Her face beat red, she stutters. “Tha… That’s him jabbing my breast with that long needle!... It, it really hurt bad!  And, and that’s him pushing and twisting it deeper… God, until it jammed completely through the bottom side!”  Biting her lip, trembling as she struggles in her heels, her fists clench and unclench as she watches the video, the scenes of her naked body appearing relaxed as it’s tortured, only her eyes darting, showing any pain as the needle’s sadistically alternated from one breast to another.”

       “Okay Jo, keep going, that’s pretty good!”  Madam scolds.  “But tell us more about how it felt, what was running through your mind!... Things like that!”

       “Yeh, yes Jo, how did that feel!... How’d you handle it… Why weren’t you moving, defending yourself instead of just setting there?”  The first lady speaks up as she cups her hand under Jo’s breast as she steps beside her while glancing toward Jo’s image having her breasts skewered up the screen. “Damn!  Right through this tit… I guess that proves they’re real, huh?”

       “Um, I couldn’t… I couldn’t move!  See?  She that’s… That’s right before he lowers that needle and sticks it down there in…”  Watching the video of the needle being lowered between her spread thighs, she mutters.  “In my clitoris!... “Ohhh! God… That really hurt… Hurt bad when he twisted it and jabbed it way in!”  Jo groans, her knees bending as she reflexively tries to press her thighs together as the rest of the room’s stone quiet, the woman’s hand still cupping, massaging the firm tit flesh.

       “I… I guess I’m… I’m terrified there… Can’t move anything but my eyes… See; see how they’re darting when he waves the needle in front of my face before sticking me again?”  Glancing toward Madam, the women, then back toward the screen, a tear drips from her cheek as she slowly shakes her head back and forth, watching the replay as he pinches a nipple, tugs it between his nails and presses the straight pin through it.  Lowering her head, recalling what happened next, she raises her eyes toward the screen and silently watches as he slips a matching needle through the same breast forming an ‘X’ off her bleeding nipple.

       “As I set there, I… I couldn’t believe it when he picked up another needle and, and… Oh God!... Then jammed it through my clitoris again!”  Again lowering her head, not even needing to see the video, she can almost feel the pain, the needles piercing her flesh.  Shaking her head back and forth, visibly trembling, she continues in a strained, yet understandable voice as she glances at the close up of her surreal relaxed naked body, the video continuing of her flushed, swollen face, and her eyes like a wild animal’s.  “I… I couldn’t do nothing, not anything but sit there and watch… Like I was paralyzed, but God!... I still had total feeling!”  She nearly whispers, lowering her head, her harnessed body quivering, the gold studs glistening.

       Feeling Jo’s body trembling through her breast still gripped in her hand, the damp flesh pulsing with each heartbeat, the woman nods toward Madam.  “She’s really been through quite a bit in just a couple days, hasn’t she?”

       “She’s been through her share, and then some!”  Madam smiles.  “But then again, does anyone here want to cut her some slack, or should we go ahead and turn off the monitor and let her serve us and get on with our luncheon?”  Counting the nods, Madam smiles.  “Needless to say, it’s unanimous!”  Quickly replacing the ‘O’ ring between Jo’s lips, fastening the strap behind her neck, Madam orders.  “Okay Jo, outside.”

       Opening the double door to the rear of the estate grounds, Madam steps to the side as Jo shuffles out into the noon sunlight.  Already approaching ninety degrees, the sky cloudless, Jo feels the sun beating down on her sensitive, naked flesh as she feels Madam’s hands on her elbows leading her toward the pool area.  Leading her toward the pergola designed bar, exotic plants hanging from the columns, Madam turns her around and unfastens the nipples stud’s gold caps and lays them on the bar next to a trio of pre cut wires.

       The pair of Jamaican servants assigned as bartenders behind the bar smiles as they appreciate Jo’s raw beauty as much as her exotic harness.  Sliding a wire through each nipple stud opening, fastening the back side of a serving tray to eyelets in the harness strap surrounding Jo’s hips, Madam spreads the pair of wires to the outer edges of the tray, adjusting the wires until the tray’s level with her navel.

       “She’ll be serving our guests their beverages during our luncheon gentlemen.”  Madam directs the men as she places several small bottles and several glasses on the tray, the added weight tugging at her ultra sensitive breasts.  Keep her well supplied so she can keep the ladies refreshed, okay?”

       “Yes Mam!”  The oldest of the men nods as the other continues to stare at Jo, unashamedly ogling her naked, harnessed body.  “We be more then glad Mam!... We keep an eye on her, okay!”

       “Okay, good!”  Madam smiles as she tweaks the wires, glances toward Jo’s crimson face.  “Be sure that tray stays nice and tight… Keep it adjusted, okay?... You might want to adjust the wires to her tits now and then for her since her arms are bound!... You know, keep those gold studs centered in her nipples.”

       “Okay then.”  Leaning down, unfastening the gold ball to Jo’s clit hood stud, Madam slips a third wire through its opening.  Hooking the handle of a small wooden bucket of ice to the wire, she lets it dangle down between Jo’s quivering thighs.  “The ladies will need to keep their drinks cold and refreshed Jo.”

        We keep those tits adjusted Mam!”  The bartender volunteers as the younger one chips in also.  “And the ice bucket full too!... Yes Mam!”

       Turning toward the umbrella covered tables, the women seating themselves in the shade, facing the ocean and being served by another couple of Jamaican women in their colorful skimpy halters and short shorts, Madam nods toward Jo.  “Keep circling the tables, I don’t want to see any empty glasses… Each one will cost you a lash across your bare breasts before the ladies leave today, and in your condition, that would really be painful, understand!”

       The weight of the loaded tray tugging at her swollen breasts, the studs protruding from her stretched nipples combined with the ice bucket swaying between her thighs, the irritating pain resonates as Jo barely nods, saliva drooling down between her already perspiring breasts from the ‘O’ ring.  Madam wiping her fingers across the glistening spittle scolds.  “Jo, if you spill anything or if any of this gets in their drinks, its immediately ten lashes across your pussy, understand?... Now follow me.”

       Wide eyed, her wrists twisting in her cuffs affixed to the harness, the hypersensitive pain of her breasts and clit heightened from the concoction Madam gave her, Jo slowly nods her head as she shuffles in her heels and short ankle chain, her eyes on the jiggling drinks, the bartenders and women’s eyes on her.

       From an upper window of the west wing, the boy just out of bed, smelling the scent of Jo’s naked body on his bed sheet spread around him, glances out his window toward the pool area.  Holding the curtain back he glances toward the group of women, toward Jo circling their tables, her naked body harnessed and being used as a beverage tray.  Reaching down, feeling his shaft swelling, he finds the sight actually stimulating.

       From a partially opened curtain on a similar window across on the east wing, Jessica has her chair pulled toward the window.  The medical cup nearly empty next to her on the stand, she smiles as she arches her naked body outward.  Legs spread wide, her ankles loosely self bound to the chair’s front legs, she stares down toward the pool area also.  Focusing on Barbie, especially on her breasts and vagina being tugged by the wires; enjoying the view of her obvious distress and the attention she’s receiving, Jessica takes a deep breath.  Both her own breasts tingling, her nipples burning, already deeply clamped with gripping pronged hair clips, she bites her lip as she slips the serrated edges of the widely spread alligator clip against her thumbnail and fingernail firmly stretching at her clit from her oozing slit.  Her thighs twitching, taking a deep breath, she mumbles.  “Three… Two…     

End Part Nine

         

 

               

       

       

          

       

       

              

       

       

THE NANNY

       Her bare flesh exposed between the crisp brown straps of the leather harness darkens under the sun as Jo makes her rounds serving the shaded tables.  Several returning trips to the bar, the humiliating placed ice bucket kept topped off as promised, the service tray kept full; her trio of pierces is a constant torment as the wires tautly stretch at them as she struggles in the six inch stilettos.  Diligently concentrating her attention down between her global breasts, between the wires connected from her pierces to the outer corners of the tray, she intently struggles with balancing the assorted beverages as her fists flex in their restraints affixed to the sides of the harness.  Below the tray, out of her view, the bucket twists and scrapes across the front of her reddened knees as she’s forced to shunt amongst the gathering.  Blocking out much of her humiliation, accepting the ogling and occasional verbal abuse from the bartenders, she forces herself to focus, to concentrate solely on assiduously serving the women at the tables as Madam has ordered.

       Except for Jo, the rest of the luncheon would seem as any other normal small poolside get together among a small group of snobbish socialites.  As the surreal experience drags on, the ladies tend to treat her like the other pair of normal attired women servers.  Barely paying her attention, taking their beverages and ice from the tray and bucket strapped to her bare front side with not as much as a nod while doing their generic girl talk, they otherwise tend to ignore her presence as if she’s not the only one present naked and harnessed.

       She doesn’t realize that soon, this little aggravating exercise will be behind her and later this afternoon she’ll find herself unexpectedly in a precarious situation with one of the family members. 

Chapter Ten

       The luncheon ordeal in the unshaded tropical heat finally passes after the better part of a couple of excruciating hours.  Physically exhausted and mentally spent, Jo’s escorted to her suite.  Her harness with its added humiliating and painful accessories finally removed by the escort, she’s surprisingly advised by him that Madam’s rewarding her for her diligent work as a server and that she has the rest of the day and evening to herself alone to bathe and rest.   Carefully mounting the harness on one of a pair of hollow wicker mannequins along the wall, taking the tray and bucket, the escort leaves her with her first opportunity to be alone, unshackled.

       If only for a few hours, this is her first unexpected reward for a well done, if painful exercise.  Relaxing and soaking in a bubble bath followed by an appreciative short hour or so cat nap, she’s especially relieved that the concoction she consumed has worn off.  The induced intensified pains now seem more manageable, just annoying, especially the aches of the stretched pierces and the warmth across her exposed reddened flesh from the noon day’s sun exposure.

       Lying back while slowly awakening on the bedspread she drifts in and out under the cooling, pleasant flow of air circulating from the slowly turning five blades of the tropical ceiling fan directly above her bed.  Practically ignoring the mounted camera, its red light flickering behind the circulating blades she feels almost bliss as she stretches while spreading her arms and legs across the bed.  Slowly arching her back and thrusting her now free, bare breasts outward, sharply tilting her head back and forth while habitually cracking her neck on one side, then the other, she hears the familiar cackling sound as if popping one’s fingers.

       Slumping comfortably back onto the thick mattress’ bedspread, she luxuriously sinks into the bedding while still virtually spread-eagled on her backside, appreciating relaxing alone for the first time since her abduction.  Gazing above her gently quivering breasts she catches a glimpse of the dull ceiling light iridescent off the fan blades.  The light similarly flickers across her upturned nipples as she gently arches her shoulders back while thrusting her spreading breasts upward, the mounted gold studs sparkling, almost hypnotic through her hazed eyes.

       Letting her hands slide up across her global mounds, tweaking the again capped studs with her fingertips, she gently massages her aching nipples still moist with the bath oil.  Gently tugging her breasts together, firmly gripping both nipples between the thumb and index finger of her left hand and pressing the glistening studs together, she softly slides her right hand down across her flattened stomach until her index finger glides across her clit hood’s mounted stud.  Tweaking the stud and tugging the stretching flesh also still moist from the bath oil, she sinks back into the bedding relaxed, softly caressing her exposed clit with her finger while gently tugging and twisting her nipples pressed between her fingernail and thumbnail.   

       Of course still stark naked as she seems to always be, after a couple minutes her serene body gently quivers as her head slowly tilts across the pillow while she softly moans.  Gently masturbating herself, her eyes barely flicker open as she catches the glimmer of the red light flickering behind the slowly swirling fan blades.  Realizing again that she’s possibly being watched she reflexively slips her hands quickly away from her swelling nipples and responding clit, letting her hands rest at her sides.

       Now awake, turning her head she glances toward the pair of mannequin type racks in front of the matching mirrors on the wall with the closet doors.  Her attention’s drawn to the second hollow wicker silhouette that could have been woven from a mold of her very own body.  The closest rack still holds the familiar harness, but next to it the other’s now covered with what appears to be a rather elegant, if scantly fashioned evening gown, a pair of less harsh stilettos resting below its white chiffon fabric that must have been placed there when she was napping

       Actually seeing her first possible clothing of any kind since her abduction, her initial thoughts are of even if it’s for her.  And if it is, which it surely must be, what’s its presence mean?  Bending forward, raising up on her elbows on the bed while collecting her thoughts, she lets her feet slide off the mattress onto the area rug across the floor.  Slowly setting upright while glancing closer toward the racks, she stands on her bare feet, feeling a small sense of relief from not wearing those damn heels.  Her first step toward the mannequins and she reflexively crosses an arm under her swaying breasts while pressing her other hand over her left breast.  Almost instantly thinking, realizing she’s probably under surveillance by the cameras, she drops her arms letting her still aching breasts sway free.

       Flicking the light switch before passing the harness while glancing toward the gown, she picks up her reflection in one of the mirrors.  Quickly noticing her already dark toned body’s no longer evenly tanned even as the reflections of the gold studs glisten from their piercings, a deeper red pattern’s noticeable caused by the Caribbean sun baking her bare flesh not covered by the thin straps of the body harness.  Massaging her reddened skin here and there, the warmth spreads through her fingertips as the sting of her probing hands spread across her sensitive flesh.

       Reaching toward the gown, feeling its obviously expensive material between her fingertips, the thoughts of the slight sunburn quickly slips her mind.  Lifting and spreading the gown between her fingers as she raises the stretching fabric, she realizes if this is her first clothing, although quite elegant, it’s form fitting and revealing patterns are going to leave nothing to the imagination.    

       Her door tapped on even as its being opened, she glances up as the stepdaughter quietly enters.  Still holding the gown, surprised, Jo’s heart sinks as she stutters.  “Jessica!... I… I mean… Mistress?”

       “Barbie!”  Jessica grins, her long dark hair wrapped on top of her head in a tight bun.  “I know you’re supposed to be alone… Hey, what’s that?… Your new gown for dad’s return when he gets back?... Let’s see!”

       Stepping toward the wicker racks as she shuts the door, she simultaneously unwraps an obviously out of place old leather belt looped through the eyelets in her terrycloth robe.  Spreading the white robe apart, her firm breasts are revealed as her nipples appear slightly marred with a barely visible set of indented clamp marks.  Unable to hold back her gaze, staring at the stepdaughter’s bared breasts, Jo remains motionless still holding the gown between her spread hands.

       Smiling, glancing down toward her bare chest as she pushes it outward, Jessica mutters.  “What?”  Reaching up, cupping her breasts and forcing her nipples out while firmly squeezing, she glances toward Jo.  “I couldn’t help it Barbie!... I was watching you out at the pool from up in my room and couldn’t resist mimicking some of your pain!... Of course you got all the attention, but that’s okay, you know?”

       Still firmly holding the gown, not knowing what to say, Jo watches incredulously as Jessica turns her attention toward the mounted harness.  Slipping her fingers across the supple dark brown leather, unfastening it and sliding the top half up off the wicker, Jessica glances back toward Jo and mutters.  “Help me here!”

       Slipping her robe from off her shoulders and letting it flow to the floor as she bares her naked body, Jessica unsnaps the back straps of the harness while turning away.  “Slip this around me and fasten it… Really, really tight!”  Lifting her arms upward to let the harness slip down across her exposed body while awaiting Jo’s help, she grunts.  “I said fasten it… Just like it was on you Barbie… Now!”

       Letting the gown hang wrinkled on its wicker, Jo disgustedly obeys, quickly begins strapping the harness to the stepdaughter.  From top to bottom she tugs the leather, each a notch or two firmer then it fit on her while watching the girls’ naturally tanned flesh wrinkle and spread between the straps.  The top half fitting tightly with the straps secured, without further direction Jo unfastens the bottom half of the harness from the rack, kneels and lets Jessica step into it.  Lifting it past her thighs, slipping the double circular plugs up between her butt cheeks, Jo fastens the bottom straps; securing it around Jessica’s twitching hips.

       “Fasten the wrist cuffs, then adjust the fittings for my boobies and slit Barbie.”  The girl eagerly orders as she twists around, stares toward her thrust out breasts circled by the pair of glistening loops in the harness.  “Nice and tight, like Mother did with you, huh?”  She continues as she watches her breasts beginning to discolor as her nipples harden.

       Cuffing the left, then right wrist, securing both to the bottom sides of the top harness, Jo begins to roughly adjust the rings encircling the thrust out breasts as the girl’s fingers flex from her twisting hands beside her hips.  Feeling the stepdaughter’s naked body trembling from anticipation, her breasts slowly swelling, bulging apart as the rings compress, Jo flashes back to herself  being fitted, her own breasts thrusting out through these very rings as Madam adjusted and tightened the straps.  Also watching the spreading areolas flattening under the hard little nubs of the girl’s nipples, she thinks of her own breasts being manipulated as she continues to tighten the adjustments.  Giving an extra twist or two, watching the clamped breasts continue to darken as they gently wobble in front of her face, she kneels and begins spreading the adjustment to the pair of orifice plugs as the girl grunts in obvious pain.

       “Oomph!...  Oh, Barbie… That’s tight!”  Moaning, jerking she glares toward Jo.

       “Oh, I’m sorry Mistress!  Jo speaks as she snidely grins to herself with her head down so the girl can’t see her face.  “I thought you wanted it as tight as it was mounted on me… I’m sorry if it’s too much… I’ll loosen it for you!”

         “Oh no!... Okay then… Yeh, maybe just a little tighter…An extra twist on each!”  The girl retorts as she stiffens, biting her lip.

       Still kneeling, glancing up toward Jessica’s eyes staring away, Jo gives an extra twist as her own bare breasts jerk back and forth across her chest with each tug.  Finally a harsh third jerk on the adjustments down low as she watches the orifices stretch between Jessica’s flinching thighs.

       Twisting and bending, the girl yelps.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!” Enough!... Enough!”

       “You want these tits as tight as mine was too… Don’t you Mistress?” Standing, grabbing and twisting without an answer, twisting again and yet again, Jo watches the girl’s discoloring breasts swell even larger and taut between the rings, the areolas nearly translucent, the nipples completely flattening as they jerk.

       “Gaaaad!”  The girl grunts.  “That’s it…That’s all, Barbie… Damn… No more!... Really, that’s enough!”

       Stepping back a step, glancing Jessica’s trembling body up and down, Jo can’t help admiring how exotic she looks, her bound bulging breasts now almost rivaling the size of her own.  Remembering her own self image in the mirror mounted in the same harness, and now comparing it to hers, feeling a tingling in her stomach Jo has an intriguing insight on how the other side enjoys themselves controlling others, completely.

       “Here!... Try these.”  Jo volunteers as she quickly kneels, breasts swaying while reaching for the stilettos and slipping them in front of the girl.  “Slip ‘em on!... See how I feel when I have to ware ‘em.”

       Obeying and lifting her left, then right foot and slipping each into the stilettos with Jo’s help, the girl grunts as she clenches her fists while awkwardly standing in the six inch heels.  “Oh my God!... How do you walk in these things?”  She moans as she takes a couple halting, painful steps as her calves and thighs noticeably ripple, her fingers scraping at her sides.   Barely able to maintain her balance, the sphincter of her rectum stretching around the circular plug as her vagina’s stuffed with the other, the girl stares down between her discolored, ballooning breasts toward the pointed shoes.

       Glancing back while shuffling in front of Jo who’s still kneeling on the floor, Jessica holds back the welling tears mounting in her eyes as her flattened stomach ripples with each elevated breath.  Staring directly into Jo’s eyes, she surprisingly blurts.  “Barbie…  I want you to tie my elbows real tight behind me like yours was, then gag me and blindfold me!  The stuff’s in my robe pockets.  Then… Then whip my titties across my bare nipples with the belt!  Yeh, whip them a…  A dozen times, really hard and, and make it hurt!… There it’s in my robe too!... Get them there… Now!”

       Turning her back while pushing her chest outward, her purplish breasts stand up firm and taut.  Twisting her head, waiting as Jo shuffles through the robe, she orders.  “Tie my elbows first so I can see my boobies really stick out Barbie!... Then you can blindfold me, okay?”

       Surprised by being able to retrieve an eye mask and a bright red ball gag from the pockets along with a couple lengths of hemp rope, Jo glances toward Jessica’s backside while barely nodding her head in amazement.  Shaking her head back and forth, she stands behind and grips the girl’s arms.  Forcing Jessica’s elbows together behind her back, Jo double loops the hemp rope and draws it tight with a couple jerks forcing her elbows completely together while listening to her grunts with each tug.  Letting Jessica gaze down only momentarily at her swollen, discolored breasts, slipping the black eye mask across her eyes and wrapping its straps tightly behind her neck, she raises the ball gag in her hand.

       “Jo… Jo listen.”  The girl rasps.  “Once you gag me I… I want you to spin me around a couple times… Then start whipping my titties without me knowing where you’re at… And listen, it’s really important that you don’t stop until you give me the whole dozen, even if I try to beg you to stop!... And listen Barbie…  If it’s not really hard and you can’t make me cry, I’m going to punish you and whip yours raw!... Understand?... I said do you understand me Barbie?”

       “Yeh… Yes, I understand… Perfectly!... Okay!”  Jo incredulously whispers toward her ear as she slides the gag in Jessica’s yawning lips.  Taking a moment while inhaling a deep breath, gripping the girl’s shoulders, she rasps.  “Okay, I’m going to spin you now…. Ready?”

       A couple turns, Jo steps toward Jessica’s side.  The belt hangs down in her hand as she waits… And waits a little longer.  Watching the girl stumbling in the stilettos, attempting to right herself, Jo hesitates, wondering.  Wanting to swing the strap, yet in the back of her mind not sure of the consequences, she struggles to obey the obviously disturbed girl.  Finally shaking her head, biting her lip she backhands the curling belt.  “Smack!... Oomph!”  The supple leather slashes across Jessica’s left breast.  Staggering back, her breasts already discolored as they swell out from the tightening rings pressed against her chest, a reddish scrap mark streaks across the glistening assaulted globe.

       Letting the end of the belt drag across the floor Jo slowly circles behind the disoriented girl, watching her harnessed body already trembling.  Again struggling to force herself to continue as her mind races, worrying about the possible consequences, she listens to the grunts from the ball gag.  Taking a breath, twisting her torso Jo swings the leather again. “Smack… Agghhhh!”  Another screech as the belt snaps across both thrust out globes, flattening one nipple while the tip of the belt barely nips the bud of the other.

       Jo’s naked body now continues to twist, her breasts swaying toward her right as her torso swings to her left with her arms spread out, the belt curling from her clenched left fist.  With an audible grunt as she steps toward the girl she releases the quick backhand against her target.  The girl’s left breast dances from her twisting body as her knees partially buckle from the unsuspected third quick lashing. “Smack!...Agghhhh!”

       Stopping momentarily, taking a deep breath before slowly walking a complete circle around the glistening harnessed body, Jo notices the girl’s hands clenching into fists against her trembling hips.  Glancing toward her breasts already beading, dripping perspiration from across her instantly welted globes, the areolas and nipples spread flat, Jo stiffens while momentarily letting the belt scrape across the floor again.  “Smack… Smack…Agghhhh!!”… Smack… Smack… Agghhhh!!”  Back and forth, again back and forth, the belt curls through the air smacking across the outer globe of Jessica’s right breast, back across the outer globe of her left, across the top of her right and finally up under the under curve of her left as her harnessed body spins a half circle.

       “Uuummmpppphhh!!” Her whipped breasts on fire, dropping to a knee, nearly falling face forward, Jessica barely catches herself as saliva drools out from the corners of her stretched mouth.  Her hollowed stomach flexing as her ribcage raises and lowers with each rasping breath, her latest, long grunt’s guttural, the pain excruciating.

       Without waiting for her to get up, Jo’s naked body also glistens as she finds herself beginning to prowl, to find a good shot.  “Smack…Agghhhh!!” A harsh sidearm smacks directly across both jiggling nipples, the leather flattening into the bruising titflesh.  “Smack… Oomph!”   Smack…Aaauuugghh!!”  Another harsh set of backhands are applied as Jo’s breasts flail back and forth, her own body twisting along with her outstretched arms.  The first lashing sinks into the girl’s left nipple, the second flattening her right as she arches backwards with the heels of her stilettos catching.  Falling backwards across her bound elbows, the girl grunts as she rasps for breath, saliva drooling across her face from her yawning mouth.

       Circling the girl’s trembling body, centering on her welted hard round breasts jaunting upward as she struggles on her back side, Jo can’t resist the perfect targets.  Rearing back, her own hollowed stomach ripples under her swaying breasts, the gold studs glistening from the tips of her jiggling nipples as she snaps her wrist forward, the strap arching through the air. Upward then downward, the tip of the strap embeds itself directly into Jessica’s left areola.  “Smack!... Gaaaaaddddd!!!”  Another, almost pleadingly harsh screech from the chewed ball gag.

       Circling, letting the belt drag across Jessica’s twisting, jerking body still spread on her back across the floor, Jo ignores the obvious pathetic pleas gasping with spittle from the drenched red ball pushing out from the girl’s quivering lips.  Watching Jessica’s shimmering body curling on the floor, straightening, her abs flexing under her trembling bellybutton, Jo counts in her head, pretty sure there’s another lashing to go.  The excitement’s hard to control now as Jo’s fully into flogging the girl.

       Waiting…. Waiting… Waiting until the girl’s knees bend with her legs spreading apart, the heels digging into the floor, Jo responds.  “Thwack!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”  The harshest lashing yet, a hard overhand as Jo tiptoes to put her full force behind her swing, her own breasts bouncing, jerking across one another as her naked body arches.  The belt tearing downward between Jessica’s momentarily spread thighs flattens across the pair of rings stretching the gapping orifices.   A long harsh scream’s stifled by the ball gag as her hips jerk, bounce against the floor as she flips over on her side, gagging, coughing.

       Dropping the belt and quickly kneeling, Jo tears the mask from the girl’s eyes.  Swollen and blood shot, her hazed, dark eyes dart back and forth as the ball gags next to be ripped away.  Jo’s heartbeat escalates as she’s not sure what to do next, what she’s done!  Saliva drooling, rasping for breath, the girl grunts as their eyes lock.  Her head laying on Jo’s thighs, a trembling spasm and the girl clears her throat, mutters.  “Oh my… My God Barb… Oh my God!... That hurt so bad… But… But sooo good!... Thank you!”

       Glancing away without being able to resist a sigh of relief and a sly smirk on her face, Jo thinks to herself that maybe not only has she found a way to manipulate the boy, but now possibly the girl.  Turning back and sliding her hands toward the girl’s wrists, she begins unhooking the cuffs one at a time as their naked body’s press together.

       The red light continuously blinks from the camera as it points down from above the whirring fan blades, across the pair of naked girls huddled together on the floor.  In another room in another part of the house the monitor flickers on its mount between others as the redhead and Madam sit side by side, utterly enthralled at the unbelievable and totally unexpected scene that has just taken place in front of them as they glance and barely smile toward one another.

End Part Ten      

                    

                  

THE NANNY

Master DeSade makes an unexpected visit back from business to take care of business.

Chapter Eleven

       The door swings open; Madam and her redhead Dom companion enter unannounced as Jo and the stepdaughter are still sprawled across the floor.  Glancing up, one of the cuffs already in her hand as she’s loosening the other, Jo hesitates as the two women approach.

       “What the Hell’s going on here Jessica?... Jo, how dare you!”  Madam scolds as she grabs the loose cuff, drags Jo apart from Jessica as she glances toward the redhead.  “Here!... Put it back on her!”

       Grabbing the cuff, kneeling and slipping it across Jessica’s wrist and again fastening it toward the bottom of the harness, the redhead glances back toward Madam who’s raising Jo by her arm.  Also grabbing and lifting up the stepdaughter, gripping her by the back of the harness, the redhead glances back toward Madam with a smirk.  “What do you want me to do with her?”

       “Take her… Take her with you now for the next few days and let her get a taste some of your treatment… What sort of things besides a few welts a real Dominatrix can do to her tits and ass!”  Madam scoffs as she stares into Jessica’s piercing brown eyes as she slips the red ‘O’ ring between her lips and tightens the strap behind her neck.  “That’s what you want, right Jess?” She finishes as she reaches out and tweaks Jessica’s bruised left nipple.

       Lowering her head, not able to answer, Jessica’s discolored, global breasts barely bounce as she’s jerked around to face the still open doorway.  Her naked body taut in the stiff harness, her thigh and calve muscles glisten as her feet arch in the heels.  Forced toward the door, struggling in her stilettos, Jessica barely mumbles unintelligibly as she’s led down the hallway.  Momentarily glancing back toward Jo, it’s hard to say if there’s a look of concern on her ashen colored face or of a secret anticipation as the redhead gruffly pushes her along.

       Quickly turned by her arms, Jo glances toward the floor while feeling Madam’s fingernails pressing into her biceps while being addressed.  “I asked you what you thought you were doing, Jo!”

       “She… She ordered me… Ordered me to assist her, Madam!”  Jo anxiously answers as her global breasts press against Madam’s forearms.  “She insisted I do that!... She did, honest!”

       A sneer on her face while releasing Jo’s arms Madam surprisingly turns toward the door as she scowls.  “Tomorrow… Tomorrow morning Jo, we’re discuss this matter in my room.”  Turning while shutting the door, she adds.  “Relax for now…  Tomorrow’s the bench and crop for you!”

       Watching the door close behind Madam and hearing it being locked from the outside, Jo steps briskly toward the bed.  Slumping head first across the bedspread with her head across the pillows with her arms beneath them, she closes her eyes as the thoughts of being spread out and whipped on that seat again, especially with a crop, flashes through her mind.  Tears in her eyes, angry, confused, she knows there’s no one way to prevent being disciplined.  She finds herself tossing and turning before finally falling into a troubled sleep as she sprawls across the bedspread.

       Dreaming, dozing in and out, she hears the sound she heard once before of powerful blades swirling through the air above the house.  The familiar sound even louder, circling a couple times, the bed slightly quivers as the whispery pitch seems to accumulate just outside on the heliport as nightfall holds a full moon outside her open window’s swaying drapes.  A few minutes filled with the choppy sound of a lazy whirl and again the deafening acceleration of swirling blades, the sound of the copter lifting up from the pad, circling toward the deep blue water.  The drone fading away, again she falls into a restless sleep, agonizing over her dreaded meeting with Madam in the morning.

       Awakened by the escort and instructed to shower and to make her self up, Jo’s heart beats harshly in her chest as she dreads being led to the Madam’s suite.  Nervously rushing herself, she can’t stop thinking how she had no choice but to obey the stepdaughter and shouldn’t be punished for it.  She also realizes nothing matters and that she’s going to be punished regardless.  Presenting herself to the escort, her first surprise is of not having to be cuffed before leaving the bedroom.

       Led unshackled, but still naked, by the escort down the steps from the hallway into a stone laid passageway, Jo’s heart pounds as the dreadful thoughts of the crop mount in her mind.  Stepping toward a large black wrought iron door at the very end of the corridor, the escort taps before swinging the door open.  Stepping aside, nodding for Jo to enter, he steps back and shuts the door behind her.

       Glancing around the completely whitewashed stone surfaced chamber with various bondage and torture apparatus’ mounted across the floor, Jo’s struck by the sight of a bound hooded woman, naked and standing off to the side.  Tiptoeing, her chest arched outward, she straddles the center of a length of taut hemp rope about a dozen feet long and adorned with a series of knots spread a couple or so feet apart from one another.  Her fit, tanned naked body glistens in contrast with the white background of the chamber.

       “Well Jody Lynn, what’s this I hear about yesterday?”  She hears the voice from off to the side as Master DeSade steps out from a doorway behind her.  Turning, keeping her head lowered as her heart skips a beat, she remains silent as he approaches in his black robe.

       “Come here, with me.”  He casually orders as he nudges her right arm, stepping toward the woman.  “Here!”

       Standing next to him as he reaches toward the woman’s black hood, Jo watches as he adjusts the flattened straps across the incredibly tightly stretched  leather, the only orifice holding a bright red ‘O’ ring widely stretching her lips into a perfect circle tautly against the thicker leather seam.  Checking her arms bound behind her back, he grips one wrist then the other that’s affixed to the bottom of the back of the hood, her hands crisscrossed with the tips of her twitching fingers stretching upward practically above her shoulders as her elbows are pressed together in a single sleeve bondage wrap.  Kneeling and checking her ankle cuffs as she struggles to stand on the balls of her feet, flexing the short silver chain between them, he again stands as he glances toward Jo.

       “Well, how’s Madam look to you now?”  He asks, again in an almost pleasant voice as he reaches out and cups the woman’s thrust out bare left breast. “Well?”

       Glancing toward her, back to him, she remains speechless as she feels her face flushing.  Realizing that in fact it is Madam standing in front of her, straddling that rope that’s crammed deeply between her spread vulva, Jo doesn’t quite know what to think, or say.  “That’s… That’s Madam?... Master?”

       Disconcertingly nodding with just a hint of a smile he again cups Madam’s bare breast.  Tweaking the thickening nipple and tugging forward, he forces her to shuffle along the rope a few painful inches as one of the flexing knots makes contact with her pubic mound before jerking and disappearing between the fleshy folds of her labia.  “Yes… And right now that knotted rope is grinding across her clitoris, see?... Actually this is her second trip already!... Across all six knots, back and forth, frontwards and backwards.”

       Hearing the grunts, the squeal emitting from the ‘O’ ring as a bit of saliva drools from the rubber and down off her chin, Jo glances closer at Madam’s reddened and raw bare flesh scrapping across the bowing, but taut rope.  Watching as the gruff hemp continues to disappear as she’s forced to gingerly press forward; the knot finally appears behind her trembling thighs from between her reflexively tightening butt cheeks, the hemp knot damp and slightly discolored with a light crimson tinge.

       “Like I said, I want you to tell me about yesterday with Jessica and you.”  He again instructs as he releases the bare nipple from between his finger and thumb to slide his fingers across the rope and feel the knot.  “Yeh, Jo… This is even better for punishment then the wooden pony over there!”  He continues as he momentarily nods toward an upside down ‘V’ shaped apparatus made of varnished wood and bolted down across the floor.  Turning back, seeming more interested in the tautness of the rope as he flicks it between his fingers, he adds.  “Don’t you think this would be even more interesting to straddle?... Which one would you rather be forced to mount?”  Continuing to manipulate the rope between Madam’s thighs while glancing toward the wooden apparatus, he hesitates before adding.  “Know what?... I think I want you to go ahead and jump up on that right now while I listen to your explanation… Or if you’d rather… You could take her place on this knotted rope instead!”

       Again Jo feels speechless.  Glancing back and forth she can only imagine what the pain of that rope grinding between Madam’s thighs feels like compared to whatever that other wooden thing would feel like to sit across.

       “Do it!”  He orders as he again stops flicking the rope while glancing at Jo.  “Pick one or the other… Now!”

       Nervously obeying she steps toward the slanted wood.  Gripping the barely rounded top with her left hand as she flips her left leg up and over the slick surface, she hoists her self up across its point.  Straddling across it, the pointed edge sliding up between her thighs even as she reflexively attempts to force her legs to press together, she feels the hardened wood digging into her spread slit starting from her pubic mound back to the crease of her butt cheeks.  Toes pointed downward barely inches above the floor, she leans forward pressing both hands across the top of the wood to relieve the instant intense pressure.

       “No Jo… Hands up behind your neck!”  He orders as he barely glances toward her, seeming more interested in manipulating Madam’s breasts as he leans over the vibrating rope between her twitching thighs.  “And keep them there!”

       Slowly slipping her hands off the top edge of the pointed wood one at a time, pressing her legs together as forceful as she can, she slowly, almost cautiously slides her hands behind her neck one after the other.  Locking her fingers tightly together, she feels the piercing sharp shock across her bare clitoris as the wood harshly presses into her tender flesh.  Her eyes well up with tears as she painfully squirms from one side to the other trying to balance, actually causing herself even more discomfort.  Softly moaning as she bites her lip she glances down between her quivering legs, trying to press them, force them against the slick surfaces on either side.

       “Comfortable?”  He sarcastically asks as he glances over.  “How you think she feels right about now?”  He adds as he twists both Madam’s nipples between his forefingers and thumbs to guide her a couple, three quick halting steps across another knot in the springing rope.

       Remaining silent with barely a whimper while still struggling sideways, back and forth and across the painful wood, Jo can’t even imagine how painful that knotted rope must be as she watches him give Madam’s breasts another quick jerk by her stretching nipples.  Watching her hips quiver across another knot toward the front end of the rising hemp lead as she’s barely able to maintain her tiptoed stance, Jo turns her head away after seeing a tinge of blood drip from the freshly exposed rope knot behind her buttocks.

       “What’s the matter?”  He asks as he releases Madam’s breasts as he steps toward Jo.  Don’t care to watch her session?”  Stepping toward Jo’s left side he places a hand on her thigh as he slides his other hand across the small of her back.  “Okay, time to have our little talk… But first, in case you’re interested…  You understand she’s being disciplined for her disobedience… I told you I don’t accept that, didn’t I?”

       Reaching up, cupping, massaging Jo’s right breast, letting his palm glide across the nipple stud, he continues.  “I was informed last night about the situation and had to cut short my business for a day or so.”  Tweaking the stud, he continues.  “Now, she said she sent Jessica with another Dom because of what the two of you did, didn’t she?... I said… Didn’t she?”

       Glancing down and away, Jo mutters.  “Yeh, Yes Master, she sent your daughter away to be punished by that redheaded woman… And… You didn’t want her too… And now you’re mad… Right?”

       Slightly smiling, still stroking Jo’s thigh, he continues in an almost mellow tone.  “Actually I’m not angry… Not at all… She’s being punished because she made an obviously serious decision without my approval, even my input… It’s just that simple… That’s the reason she’s being punished right now!... That and the fact she’s becoming more independent of my wishes… Which I obviously won’t tolerate!”

       Listening, but most of her attention drawn toward her vagina and rectum straddling the connected pointed wood, she unsuccessfully tries to find some sort of relief from her painful position.  Still trying to remain motionless under his touch, she finds herself curiously asking.  “You… You mean you’re not upset that Jess… I mean your daughter’s being disciplined by that woman?

       Slowly shaking his head from side to side while firmly, yet not painfully squeezing Jo’s thigh, he smiles.  “Oh no… Like I just said… Not at all, on the contrary… She’s been in need of a bit of discipline for sometime now.  I knew when she turned of age; she’d begin her training… You see, she’s obviously a female and has to be trained to know her place… Just like all women should be!”  Nodding toward Madam’s naked body on the knotted rope, he adds.  “Including her!... You know, there was a time a few years ago that she was in the very position you are now!”

       Sliding his open hand over to Jo’s other breast and running the tips of his fingers across that glistening gold stud, he gently massages the firm flesh as he continues.  “You see… I’m the Master… The sole administrator of justice… My justice!... And obviously all women to me are submissive… Even the so called Doms, like her!... It’s just that with some, I can be more accommodating, if they deserve it!”

       Gripping Jo’s thigh again, gently lifting it up toward the top of the wooden mount, he adds.  “Hop off… Carefully!”

       Finding herself slipping across the sharp edge, the quick twinge of pain’s worth it as she slides off the far side, her feet finally again reaching the floor.

       “Go ahead.”  He grins.  “You can rub yourself… You have my permission.”

       Without hesitation both her hands quickly slip between her thighs, one in back with the other from the front as she furiously rubs her hands back and forth across her sore slit.  “Thank… Thank you Master!”  She finds herself saying, almost in appreciation as she tends to her aches.

       “That’s okay… Now come over here.”  He instructs as he approaches the wall holding the front of the end of the rope Madam’s straddling.  Picking a brine soaked hickory switch from a shallow vat, swishing it back and forth in mid air, just across the front of Jo’s bare breasts, he reaches it out toward her.  “Take this.”

       At first almost panicking as she watched him flicking the flexible switch toward her, now confused and somewhat relieved, she reaches and accepts the switch.  “Yeh… Yes Master?”

       “Well?”  He smiles as he steps aside.  “Show me what you’re capable of… Give her breasts a few good flicks…  Now not too harsh!... Just two or three painful switching’s across those nipples… She won’t even know who did it; she can’t see or hear you while she’s wearing that hood!”

       “Wha… What happens if she finds out latter?”  Jo almost pleads, letting the switch’s tip slip across the floor, glancing at Madam’s tense, yet quivering body causing the taut rope to twitch as she continues to struggle back and forth on her tiptoes.   “And… And you’re gone somewhere?... You’re not here?… Master?”  She begs.

       “I set the rules… And if they’re broken, there are consequences!... Obviously very serious consequences!”  He nods.  “I can leave a safe order with you and no one will dare cross the line… Understand?... Matter of fact, I may want for her discipline to continue when I leave again on my business trip.  Show me some raw talent I can appreciate… To work with.  Start by using that switch properly and I just might let you be the administrator on her the next session too!... Do you understand what I’m saying?... What the possibilities could be if I can depend on you?... Put my trust in you?”

       “Yes… Oh yes Master!”  Jo eagerly answers, almost not believing her ears.  Inside, her heart pounds as she finds her self wanting to please him.  She realizes the improbable possibilities that seem so close to being within her grasp.

       “Understand though.”  He adds as he glances into her eyes.  “Disappoint me and your consequences could very well be devastating!”

       “Yes… I… I understand fully, Master!”  She blurts out as again her heart pounds, realizing the fine line she’s going to need to walk as she glances back toward Madam’s inviting breasts jiggling off her arched out chest.  Again feeling the same adrenaline rush she felt for the first time with the stepdaughter yesterday, she lets the switch flick with a snap of her wrist.  “Thwack!”

       Madam’s naked body jerks as the tip of the switch sinks into the outer curve of her left breast just above the already thickened nipple.  The rope flexes between her quivering thighs as the surprising lashing causes her to reflexively twist to her right, her naked body beading perspiration.

       “Thwack!”  A quick backhand and Madam’s right breast jerks, the switch embedding itself into the outer globe of that bare breast, barely tracing across the bottom edge of her areola.  “Oomph!”  The slightest of groans can be heard from the circular opening in the front of the fitted black leather mask as Madam’s trembling body twists back toward her left, the knotted rope stretching between her jerking hips.

       Glancing toward Master DeSade, Jo gets rewarded with an appreciative nod of approval as she positions herself on the other side of Madam.  Raising the switch she lets it flick downward.  More confident, the excitement mounting, she finds herself stepping into the lashing.  “Thwack!”  Madam’s torso arches forward, her breasts swaying apart as the switch leaves a pair of thin red welts forming a crude ‘X’ across the outer side of her right breast.  “Thwack… Oomph!”  The forth blow, another backhand quickly follows, leaving a second layered welt across Madam’s left breast, closer to her jiggling nipple as Jo grips the switch even tighter in her clenched fist, twitching it back and forth as her eyes concentrate on the welted breasts jiggling in  front of her.

       Another gurgling sound’s emitted through the bright red rubber ‘O’ ring as saliva drools down from Madam’s yawning mouth, dripping across her glistening chest between her swaying breasts as her thighs tremble around the taut rope stretching from side to side.  Master DeSade continues to stand silently off to the side, engrossed with Jo who seems oblivious to her own perfect, naked body.  Glistening, her muscles and tendons flexing like a cat, taut under her glistening flesh, she roves back and forth across the front side of her defenseless victim, preparing to pounce.  Remembering the countless whips and crops used on her own naked body by Madam, now Jo feels a rising level of the intoxicating feeling of utter dominance with the switch in her clenched fist.

       Stepping toward Jo as she’s raising her arm back, he nods.  “How ’bout her bellybutton?… And maybe the last one across her but cheeks… Good and firm... Okay?... Try it!”

       Nodding, Jo again quickly positions herself, eagerly flicks the tip of the switch toward the hollow of Madam’s flexing navel.  Twisting with the swing of the switch, Jo’s breasts sway across her bare chest as she lunges toward the rope.  “Oomph!”  Madam’s familiar grunt again blurts out from the mask as her abs ripple under her protruding ribcage as she hunches forward on the springing rope.

       In a continuous motion, another backhand, her harshest of the half dozen resonates across both jerking butt cheeks as the knot pressing in front of Madam’s pubic mound slips between her spread labia folds.  Stumbling forward before barely catching herself, the rope grinds up between her spread slit as more saliva drips from the ‘O’ ring,  stringing across the twine in front of her.

       “Good… That’s good for now!”  Master DeSade acknowledges approvingly as he steps forward, taking the switch from Jo’s trembling hand.  “Good girl… I’m proud of you!... With work, and loyalty, you could very well be her replacement one day soon!”

       Stepping over to the vat and placing the switch in the brine, turning back he slides his left arm around Jo’s bare waist.  Feeling her trembling body next to his, he glances over toward Madam quivering while straddling the rope.  Glistening, perspiration beading and crisscrossing her bare flesh, he flicks the rope with his index finger and watches her reflexively jerk as she continues to try to relieve the tormenting pain of her crotch as she tiptoes on the balls of her feet.  “Let’s leave her for a while to contemplate her indiscretions.”  He instructs in a strict tone.

       Stepping toward the iron door, he almost gently pats Jo’s hip.  “Let’s go relax in my room for awhile, maybe even contemplate some of your future!”  He instructs in a much more subtle voice as he swings the door open.

       “Yes Master!”  Jo tries to calmly answer as she feels his arm around her as they walk through the doorway.  Her heart pounds with excitement, and anticipation of the possibilities of the future, with him!

End Part Eleven           

       

          

          

           

           

                    

THE NANNY

Time’s passed and Jo faces an anniversary causing her to reflect on her new found lifestyle as Master gives her a special present.

Chapter twelve

       Jo relaxes across the reclined pool chair on her back, nude.  Her well oiled body glistens from the generous applications of body lotion her likewise naked stepdaughter’s been enthusiastically applying periodically between swimming and lying next to her on a matching recliner.  The Caribbean weather couldn’t be more perfect as a slight breeze off the ocean wisps across the Olympic size pool as the fluffy terrycloth beach towels gently flutters under their naked bodies.

       Thinking back with her eyes closed as she contently daydreams, Jo feels the final touches of the girl’s fingers gliding back and forth across her naked flesh, spreading her thighs, massaging her breasts with the warm lotion.  Laying the cell phone down beside her chair, having just spoken to her husband, she anticipates at any moment the welcoming sound of the Bell helicopter’s powerful blades as it swoops in from off the ocean.

       She still finds it hard to believe that tonight it’s actually been a year to the day that she was flown to this island.  The memories of her abduction and the abuse her mind and body were put through are still as fresh as if it were just last week.  But, all in all, looking back, everything’s been more then worth it, now seeming a small price to pay for her present lifestyle, a lifestyle she’s grown to love, along with Master who has taught her well.  Her survival instincts have paid off in spades and she’s found the unexpected pleasures of a once unexplored Dominatrix trait somehow mixed with a similarly suppressed submissive trait, both able to give her satisfying pleasure in their separate ways in her uninhibited surroundings.

       “All done Barbie!”  Jo hears the girl whispering in her ear with a slight giggle.

       “Thanks Jess.”  Totally relaxed, she answers with a slight smile, her eyes still softly shut as she slowly nods her head, appreciative of the bonding friendship they’ve nurtured these past few months since Madam was expelled to Singapore from the island and the son accepted in an Ivy League school in the states.  “You’re excused; I’ve just talked with your father and the copter will be arriving any moment!”

       Listening as the girl collects the lotions and such from the nearby table and step quietly away; she continues to listen for the familiar whirl of the copter.  While continuing to reminisce, the faint sound over the surf becomes the whirl she’s been awaiting.  Waiting till the last moment, stretching, spreading her self completely spread eagled as the sound of the copter circles around the patio, the downdraft from the Bell 407’s Rolls-Royce Allison engine powered rotors splashes the pool water as it blows across the twisting fabric of the sun umbrellas, the disturbed water misting across her naked body.  Glancing through her squinting eyes as the sleek black copter circles toward the pad, having followed her husband’s dare from their phone conversation, she’s certain she’s given more then an eyeful to its occupants, just another added bonus of being an avid exhibitionist, another trait she’s culminated in the past year.

       Setting up, slipping her bare feet into the stilettos lying next to the lounge chair, she stands and checks the tight single braid of dark hair swaying across her back.  Glancing toward one of the white beach towels, picking it up then tossing it down, she decides not to wipe her self off.  Oiled and glistening, she slowly walks toward the gate on the side of the house to the heliport.  Waiting for the chopping sound of the blades to finally become just a whispering hiss before becoming completely silent, she opens the gate and steps toward the pad while sucking in her already flat stomach as she glances down toward the pair of glistening gold studs jiggling from her nipples.

       Master DeSade being the last of the men to exit, she steps assertively toward him with only a smile.  Ignoring the stares of the other three occupants she kisses him on the cheek as she lifts his right hand, sliding it across her bare, perfectly tanned breasts as she twists her torso.

       “Welcome home Master!”  She grins as she glances toward the three obviously awe struck men.  “Would you like me to welcome our guests?”

       Smiling with an affirmative nod, he steps toward the other side of the copter leaving her with the trio.  Stepping provocatively toward the men, all seeming of a Ukrainian descent, she gives the first a smiling peck on the cheek.  Her bare breasts pressing across his white satin shirt, he reaches up with his open hand, cupping her left breast.  Firmly gripping his wrist with her right fist, shaking her head slowly back and forth with a darting glare, she firmly drags his hand downward from her bouncing globe, hissing.  “I’m not one of your fucking whores!”

       Just as quick, a smile returns across her face as she turns toward the second man giving him a similar peck on the cheek.  Remaining motionless he feels her thrust out breasts against him leaving an oiled stain on his shirt.  His hands remaining at his sides as she stares directly into his eyes, she flirtatiously turns toward the third man as she catches him finishing unbuttoning his top couple buttons on his shirt.

       “Hot, isn’t it?”  She grins as she glances toward his open shirt.  “That’s why I stay naked most of the time!”  Reaching up, slipping her fingers across her symmetrical globes, leaving the traces of her fingertips in the glistening oil as she spreads her hands apart, she leans toward him, kissing him on his cheek.  Pressing forward, practically grinding her bare breasts across his tanned chest as she arches her shoulders back, she feels the hot oil spreading across his flesh as her gold nipple studs scrape across his Pecs.  Blocking his raising hands with hers, she again gives her mixed signal with an instant scowl.  “Hands off!”

       Quickly turning away after immensely enjoying her tease, knowing she’s driving the confused men crazy, she glances toward the rear of the helicopter noticing a tightly blindfolded thirtyish woman with her arms secured behind her back.   A bright red ball gag stuffed between her lips, she’s being led toward them by Master DeSade along with her original escort, who had originally bought her to the island, Greg.   The woman’s practically naked, appearing the worse for wear with multiple tattoos and piercings, along with the slightest of faint whip marks.  Obvious tears streak from under her mask as her barely concealed body glistens under her skimpy tattered and disheveled clothing.

       “May I?”  Jo nods toward Master DeSade as she reaches toward the woman.

       A quick nod and he steps toward the men, leaving the escort to return to the rear of the copter while Jo grips the saliva spewed torn halter and rips it from the woman’s chest.  Her breasts, decorated with tribal style tattoos sway, the dark nipples jiggling with heavy metal rings spreading apart as she reflexively turns her head, her body noticeably stiffening.  Gripping both breasts, giving a slight twist, Jo leans her face towards the eye mask.  “No need for that anymore!” Reaching down, jerking at the remnants of her skirt, tearing it from her bare thighs, she adds.  “This either!”  A trio of metal rings glisten, exposed between her thighs, a matching pair of smaller ones piercing her labia folds with a larger one the size of the nipple rings impaling her clit just below the brightly colored tattoo of a dragon across her shaved pubic mound.

       Completely naked and barefoot, the woman staggers as Jo slides her hands up to the firm dark skinned flesh of the now bare breasts.  Melding, twisting, Jo glances toward Master.  “They’re real.  I’d guess at least C, maybe pushing a D.”  Smiling she adds.  “Perfect for a good entertaining workout, right Master?”

       The men’s attentions are still mostly attracted to Jo flaunting her incredible, unmarred body, totally naked and glistening as she struts around the distressed woman.  Letting them ogle her as she continues to explore the bound woman’s body while glancing toward Master DeSade, she asks.  “She’s receiving a session by me this evening, right Master?”

       “Yes Jo, as soon as the plane arrives with out other guests.”  He answers as he glances toward the men, pointing them to the side of the manor.  “Take her for us; don’t remove her blindfold until she’s being prepared, okay?”

       “Absolutely Master, my pleasure!”  She grins as she grips the woman’s wrists from behind her back, still acting as if she’s ignoring their lewd stares while actually enjoying every moment.  “I’ll get Jessica to help prepare her if that’s okay… That way, I can service you if you have the time… I mean if that would please you, Master!”

       “Yes… Yes of course Jo… Always thinking of me, aren’t you?”  He nods toward the men with a smile, glancing back toward her glistening full body, making the woman next to her, as well endowed as she is, seem scrawny.  “Let me have our guests shown to their suites… Then I’ll be in my room.”

       “I’ll be waiting Master, eagerly!”  She states with an animated pout on her face as she again provocatively arches her back, letting her bare breasts stand out and sway one more time for the obviously infatuated foreigners.  Glancing evilly toward the gawking men, she lowers her head while spreading her hands beside her hips.  “I’ve missed you Master, I haven’t seen you in almost a week!... Look at this, it’s all wet!”  Intentionally turning in a slow arc so all the men could get a perfect view, she glances downward, her braided hair brushing across her quivering right breast as she spreads the folds of her labia between her thumb and forefinger.  Her exposed gold clit stud glistens as she whimpers.  “All I’ve done was lay at the pool naked everyday thinking of you… A real man!... I was hoping you’d fuck my brains out and then let me lick you clean, before supper!”

       “Shaking his head as he again grins; he points the dumbfounded men toward the door.  “Yeh, okay Jo… I think we can work something out!... Now go ahead and take her.”

       “Okay!”  She blurts, giving a quick glimpse toward the three men as they hesitantly turn away.  “Thank you Master, I’ll be waiting for you!... To do whatever you want with me!”

       The obviously aroused men led out of sight into the house, Jo turns toward the girl while laughing and thinking to herself at the stupid Ukrainians who could only wish they could have her, the dumb bastards.  She wouldn’t fuck them with this blindfolded woman’s pussy.  A slight grin still on her face while knowing how delighted her act has made Master, content in knowing he wouldn’t share her now with anybody, she also knows that putting on this little act has caused her to really be wet for him.

       “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Jessica.”  Gripping the woman by her left nipple, giving a twist, she causes her to tiptoe as she leads her toward the house.  Listening to the woman’s whimpers she scoffs.  “You’re going to be receiving a special workout tonight!... For a special anniversary present.”

       Leading her to into the house and directly down the stairs to the white room, Jo swings the iron door open.  Directing the woman past the apparatuses to a corner stall toward a waist high floor mounted wooden square post, she backs her against a black iron ring connected with a pair of leather cuffs affixed to its top.  Slipping the cuffs around her already bound wrists, she releases the woman.  A floor drain right behind the post, Jo runs a bucket of water from the wall mounted faucet and with a scrub brush in it, sits it next to the drain.

       “Here’s Jessica now.”  Jo smiles while heading for the door as she glances toward Jessica, herself scantly clad, entering the chamber.  “She’ll get you cleaned up, won’t you Jess?”

       Smiling, nodding as she approaches the cuffed woman, Jessica reaches for the blindfold.  “Barbie!”  Jessica shouts, turning her head toward Jo entering the hallway.  “Look!... Look who it is!”

       Quickly turning, glancing back into the chamber, Jo stares unbelievingly toward the unmasked woman.  Staring closer as she re-enters the room, she softly mumbles.  “My God!... It’s Madam!”

       Quickly stepping back into the room, Jo slides her hands across the thick ‘O’ rings daggling from the pair of tattooed breasts as she stares directly into the swollen eyes while blurting.  “Look at you!... It’s… It’s been almost a Year!”

       “It’s just Bonnie now!”  Jessica chimes in.  “You’re Madam now… Jo!”

       Grinning, nodding toward Jessica, Jo mutters.  “Damn right, and I’ve got the suite with that familiar chair and whip closet to prove it now, too!”

       “Where you want her!”  The escorts voice echoes through the room as he leads another nearly naked, mouth gagged woman.  Also cuffed, also similar multiple tattoos and piercings exposed from under her tattered clothing, her red hair spreads disheveled across he shoulders.  Carrying an oversized black sports satchel he drops it on the floor.  “This is their clothing, courtesy of Master DeSade.”

       “Greg!”  Jessica practically squeals as she prances toward him.  “I’ve missed you!”

       “Yea… That was a little surprise for you; I knew he was coming with Master when we talked on the cell phone.”  Jo smiles while stepping toward the redhead.  “Look who it is Jessica… Another of our favorites!  Madam’s… I mean Bonnie’s Dom buddy, Kim!”

       Reaching out, ripping what was left of the torn blouse, the redhead’s bare breasts display similar markings and piercings as Bonnie’s.  The tattered shorts ripped away leaves more rings and colorful tattoos exposed.

       “Those Ukrainians sure like their women decorated, don’t they Jess?”  Jo smirks as she glides her finger across the designs inked into the global mounds.  “At least they’re well done, actually rather professional!”

       “Oh, they really think it all adds to the beauty!”  Jessica offers as she steps toward Greg and gives him a hug.   “The rings aren’t just ornaments!”  She grins as she jerks and twists the ring piercing the woman’s right nipple.  “Oomph!”

       Letting go, she smiles as she glances toward Jo’s gold studs.  “See… They’re for inflicting pain, too!... Damn, Barbie, you should know that!”

       Cuffing the redhead next to Bonnie, Jo asks, “Greg, this is all a really big surprise…?”

       “Yes, Madam!”  Greg explains.  “Master DeSade actually didn’t sell them in Singapore.  He placed them with a rather exclusive club he’s well vested in.  Extremely exclusive…. They’ve spent their time as entertainment…. Actually, after their short stay to help celebrate your special occasion, they’re being flown right back!”

       “Really?”  Jo smiles while turning and staring into their glazed eyes.  Turning toward Jessica, she adds.  “I think you wouldn’t mind assisting me with your friend there, huh Jess?”

       “Oh God, I’d love to!”  Jessica grins.  “Thank you Barb!”

       “I’ve got to get upstairs to welcome Master… Scrub ‘em up and dress ‘em.”  Jo quips as she momentarily hesitates, hearing the roar of the Jet swooping over the house toward the landing area.  “Sounds like Master’s guests have arrived!... Have ‘em ready in an hour or so, okay?”

       Almost an hour alone with Master, Jo performs to her exceptional standards while concentrating on his favorite sexual habits.  Enticing him to inflict minimal pain on her as their sex always borders on the rough side, she also finds it an acquired pleasurable pain for her.  Directed mainly toward her breasts and clitoris, she mounts him in various positions as she alternately contorts her own body for his pleasure.  Nearly an hour of vigorous, exhausting sex, using all her orifices, she’s allowed an orgasm as a reward for her enthusiastic aggressiveness.

       Afterwards, preparing for the session with the pair of women, she thanks Master DeSade for the gift of the unexpected present for her one year anniversary since the flight to the island.  Given the instructions for what he wants her to do and administer to the pair, Jo finds herself almost giddy with excitement, anticipation as he leaves her to meet the others in the parlor.

       Finished with their preparation, the escort leads the women toward the parlor.  The dozen or so seated men’s attention’s attracted toward the pair of approaching bound women as the room becomes quiet.  Identically dressed in the skimpiest of black latex body suits covering the very bare minimum of their otherwise virtually naked bodies, they struggle to walk side by side.  Their eight inch stilettos are obviously a challenge for them to balance in with their arms secured in singular bondage sleeves forcing their shoulders to bow back.  Their naked tattooed breasts thrusting outward, their impaled nipples jiggle from the weight of the nipple rings as black stretched hoods form fit their heads and cover their faces.  The hoods are fitted with a pair of openings allowing for bright red ‘O’ rings to stretch their lips apart and their hair to flip out in ponytails.

       Their multiple tattoos prominently exposed across their bare breasts and pubic areas, the women are directed by the escort to the front of the raised platform in the corner and ordered to stand.  Equipped with a couple sets of adjustable mountable bondage restraints, the most ominous device is a black metal kettle in between, with glowing coals.  Several dark metal iron handles spread around the kettle’s smoldering rim as sparkles of glistening flecks rise toward the ceiling with the whisking smoke as the escort administers to the flames.

       All eyes on the struggling women turn toward Jo as she enters from the opposite entrance.  Dressed in her risqué form fitting black latex Dominatrix apparel while carrying a black satchel in her left hand, she’s followed by the similarly attired Jessica.  Meeting in front of the platform, they lead the bound women up onto the podium.  Business like, raising and securing the bound women’s sleeved arms up behind their backs to the restraints, facing the pair toward the kettle, the Velcro leather eye covering straps are flipped open revealing their darting eyes.  Strapping their spread ankles to the lower halves of the devices, the glow of the ambers reflect off their latex and glistening naked flesh.

       Turning toward the redhead, Jo smirks.  “Kim, you can go first!”

       Reaching for an iron and stirring the hot coals with its smoldering flat end causing the ambers to dance and swirl upward in the rising smoke, the escort lifts it out and glances toward the ornamented tip.  Heated just right, he hands the back of the handle to Jo.  Swinging it slowly toward Kim’s widening eyes, she smiles as she whispers.  “Pubic mound first!”

       Terrified grunts with traces of spittle emit from the ‘O’ ring while Jo glances toward Master DeSade, seated along with the other aroused men attending the private gathering.  Turning back and nodding toward Jessica, she orders.  “Swipe her cunt with the damp clothe from the satchel, get it good and wet.”

       Obeying, following the directions as instructed, Jessica kneels and grabs the dripping clothe vigorously swiping it back and forth between the trembling thighs at eye level.  Standing, excitedly staring toward Jo, the steaming hot iron, she rasps.  “Done!”

       “Okay, step behind her… Hold her thighs Jess!”  Jo grins as she feels her heart pounding, the excitement of feeling the warmth, the heat at the handle end, realizing how excruciatingly hot the branding end is as she slowly reaches it out toward the redhead’s flexing thighs.

       Glancing toward Bonnie’s terrified eyes darting toward the branding iron, toward her redheaded friend, watching with amusement at the drool streaking from Bonnie’s ‘O’ ring, dripping down between her trembling bare breasts as she grunts with each rasping breath, Jo turns her attention back to Kim’s pubic mound while kneeling down.

       Kim’s grunts, almost gurgling sounds resonate as the sizzling iron’s centered within an inch or so of her drenched bare skin where she can feel the intense heat.  Jo’s fascinated with the iron’s reflection off the clit ring as the reddened glow also shimmers from the quivering flesh as she waves the brand teasingly back and forth.

       “Shish!” The searing sound’s followed by the screams.  “Aaaagggghhhhh!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!… Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!”   The hot metal presses against Kim’s jerking body as she hoarsely and repeatedly screams.  Steam, smoke swirls upward, the stench of burning flesh instantly spreading around the room.

       Pulling the smoldering iron away, Kim’s branded flesh adhering, stretching until snapping back as it tears from the still sizzling metal, Jo glances toward the flat end, swings it up toward Bonnie’s darting eyes.  “Damn… Smell that?”  Turning back toward Jessica, she smirks.  “Break a capsule… Whiff it under her nose to keep her alert!”

       Glaring, rasping through the ‘O’ ring as she tries unsuccessfully to twist her hooded head away, not to watch her friend’s hysterical jig before she slumps, Bonnie senses the heat as her own body jerks in the latex leather, her own tattooed breasts swaying back and forth as Jo glides the glowing iron across a jiggling nipple ring, practically touching the nub of the pierced nipple.

       “Don’t worry, Madam.”  With the emphasis on ‘Madam’ Jo smiles.  “It’s not your turn… At least not yet!”

       Turning back toward the redhead as Jessica presses the capsule across the perforated nostril pinholes in the black leather; Jo switches irons with the escort who’s already picked out another.  Also perfectly heated, it’s narrower in height but wider in length at its branding surface.  Stepping behind Kim’s trembling body, she barely hesitates, pressing it against the small of her back.

       “Shish!!”  The burning odor’s followed by more screams.  “Aaaggghhh!!... Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!”  Kim’s body jerks forward as the iron’s pulled from her searing flesh. Smoke rises from behind her, past her sleeved arms as her flailing breasts jerk back and forth, the ‘O’ rings twisting at her tugged nipples.

       Again turning toward Bonnie, Jo smiles.  “Now it’s your turn.”  Teasing with the still hot, almost nauseating smelling branding iron, she flicks it across the other nipple ring, barely searing the very nub causing Bonnie to squeal as she frantically twists.  “Oomph!”

       “That’s not it!”  Jo smirks, giggling.  Feeling wet between her thighs from the heightening pleasure of brandishing the dreaded branding irons, burning the symbols into Kim’s naked flesh, Jo slides the second iron back into the brazier of glowing coals as she glances toward the saliva drooling from Bonnie’s bright red ‘O’ ring, streaking down across the colorful tattoo spread over the upper curves of her naked breasts.

       The urge is hard to resist, too press an iron directly against the nipples thrust out in front of her as Bonnie’s grunts are obviously wasted pleas.  Realizing the brandings are actually meant as ornamentation and not mutilation, Jo refrains.  Picking out another iron, the escort hands it carefully to Jo while she kneels and eyes Bonnie’s trembling pubic area.  “Jess… Swab it down, okay?”

       Glancing up into the welling eyes, toward the spittle dripping from the mask with Bonnie’s grunts, Jo positions the branding iron.  Centering it just above the glistening mound of the top of the shaved separation of her slit, the clit ring jiggles between the pair of smaller rings impaling the puffy folds of her labia as her hips tremble.

       “Hold her hips, Jess.”  Almost whispering, Jo grips her fist clenched around the heated iron handle with her free hand.  Sliding the flattened head of the brand just above the reflection of the across the clit ring, she presses forward as Jessica grips tight.

       “Shish!”  “Aaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” Hips flinching, then jerking as Jessica holds firm with both arms, Bonnie’s scream echoes across the parlor.  Holding the branding iron a tad longer against the burning flesh, Jo watches the steam rise off the heated end of the metal as short spurts of urine gushes out from between Bonnie’s spasm wracked thighs.  Pulling back, her searing flesh also adheres against the simmering metal before snapping back.  Smoldering, a putrid odor rises with the misting smoke.

       As Bonnie nearly collapses forward, Jessica reaches up from behind, tugs at the bondage sleeve with one hand while whiffing the already open capsule across the front of the drooping hood.  Handed another brand, Jo steps beside Bonnie and centers the poker between the dimples framing the hollow of her back.  The capsule working, she jerks back to reality just in time to be branded a second time.

       “Shish!!”  The now familiar sizzle and instant odor’s quickly followed by the expected piercing scream.  “Aaaaaggggggghhhh!!!”

       Stepping aside, giving the iron back to the escort, Jo watches as Jessica again flourishes the ammonia capsule.  Finishing with Bonnie first, Jessica gives another whiff to the slumping redhead, revitalizing both to feel the full excruciating pain of their matching brandings.  The haze of the smoldering coals and burning flesh distorts the lighting above the platform as the burnt odor spreads across the room.

       Allowing a couple minutes for the hysterical women to begin to recover, unfastening the restraints, the escort and Jessica lead the weak kneed pair off the platform.  Parading them around the room to allow the men to examine the fresh brandings along with the multiple tattoos, Jo steps beside Master DeSade and kneels.  Thrusting her chest out, spreading her hands palm up on her outstretched knees, her own body’s practically naked and glistening.  Feeling her heart pounding from the satisfaction of applying the branding iron across their bare flesh, the excitement of the men infatuated with her, she revels in her status with Master.

       “Good job, Jo!”  He smiles as he intently watches the others engrossed with the tortured women in their midst.  “Remember the last time you saw her?... What happened?”

       Glancing up toward his face, she smiles back.  “Yes Master… She rode the knotted rope while you had me use the crop on her!... How could I forget that?”  Glancing back toward Bonnie being shuffled around the room, she adds.  “That’s just before you exiled her from the island and promised our wedding on the Yacht!”

       “Yes!”  He nods.  “And then I did replace her with you, didn’t I?”  He quips as he gives her neck a gentle squeeze as he continues watching across the room.  “Tonight she’s riding the rope again, along with her friend Kim on the wooden pony… You won’t mind giving the guests another show after dinner, will you?... Strip ‘em naked and give ‘em both a good workout before they’re sent back?... This time though, I want you completely naked too in front of our guests, even for dinner!”

       “I’d love to, Master!”  She answers, knowing how to keep him pleased. 

End Part Twelve

       

               

       

          

                              

       

       

        

       

           

THE NANNY

Jo gives and receives in this thirteenth chapter

AURTHOR’S NOTE:  Since its inception in mid October (For whatever reason totaling over 100,000 contacts in its first two and a half months) with the chapter below, I think it’s finally time to retire the storyline, at least for now.  MY SINCERE APPRECIATION to all the followers and the generous ratings… J LEWIS

Chapter Thirteen

       Displaying herself in the nude as instructed, Jo sits back from the open end of the banquet table.  Filled with a half dozen of Master DeSade’s guests seated on either side, at its head he faces her unobstructed as the men dine with him in the great hall befitting a wing of a Chateau.  Facing toward the table while spread-eagled on the elevated backless stool, she keeps her legs spread and stretched widely apart totally exposing her sex, the gold stud sparkling, protruding from between her puffy labia folds.  Elbows raised and thrust back she keeps her fingers tightly interlocked behind her neck, as completely naked her tightly woven dark hair sways behind her back in a single shimmering braid with her breasts thrust erotically outward in perfectly symmetrical globes.  Her bare areolas smooth and flat, the nubs of the tan nipples hard, their matching gold studs also reflect the hall’s lighting.  The table served by the Caribbean help, a couple attractive women and a man who are all colorfully attired, Jo’s the only unclothed person in the lavish hall.

       Appearing to be oblivious toward the numerous lustful stares from the table of men, occasionally raising her eyes, she glances toward Master DeSade as if for approval as he leads the group in conversation.  Lowering, tilting her head at times, repositioning herself, she intentionally draws even more attention from the table.  Her heart beats just a little harder in her chest as she enjoys flaunting her incredibly exotic body; the excitement of tantalizing the group having her feeling dampness between her thighs, the warmth in her womb spreading. 

       Closely listening as their conversation leads toward the rest of the evening’s entertainment, she’s absorbed when the thoughts being bandied about begin to include her involvement in the activities.  Remaining stoic as several suggestions are offered of her leading the session with the bound women, the discussion ultimately leads to her also receiving discipline herself.  As the men offering their ideas occasionally stare lewdly toward her, she listens to their thoughts without visibly flinching, her eyes intentionally centering individually on each man as their ideas are vocalized, some beginning to go into greater, graphic detail as to how they’d like to discipline her.

       As the conversation circles the table and as more of the details are discussed, finding herself enthralled, she begins to really play to the group.  Arching her back, thrusting her breasts out or spreading her legs wider, she animatingly follows their vocal thoughts by somewhat posing herself as close as she can to mimic their ideas, of being their abused submissive, almost to the point of being able to feel the pain of their intentions.  At times lowering, shaking her head, biting her lip, even gently moaning as she closes her eyes, she entices their conversation to become even more graphic as her glistening body squirms across the stool.  As the suggestions become even more sinister her heart picks up a beat or two, her chest thumping as a few of the more outrageous ideas become frightening or even sadistic.  Yet, it’s also exciting and riveting to her while she senses the buildup of the raw eroticism in the air while capturing their full attention by unabashedly manipulating and flaunting her naked body as they speak. 

       Finally, Master DeSade seems to tire at her antics.  Slowly shaking his head back and forth, his eyes interlock sternly with hers.  Raising his arm to stop the conversation, and her, not wanting the discussion to get out of hand, first he makes it clear to the obviously tantalized group that since Jo would be administering to the pair of women, she obviously wouldn’t be considered for a harsh session herself.  On the other hand, personally wanting to scold her somewhat for her arousing tease, for enticing the men while knowing he really wouldn’t allow her to be severely punished, the idea by one of the Ukrainians fascinates him enough to consider with the rest of the group.

       He decides that before the session with the other women already down in the white chamber begins, Jo should present herself in the parlor stark naked and perform on the revolving podium encircled with seats placed for the men.  After several ideas are bandied about on the type of exhibition she should perform, the group settles on Jo being flogged, actually flogging herself, under the directions of various participants, across any or all parts of her naked body.  Amused and obviously pleased, the decision is unanimous by all at the table; an even dozen lashings settled on as being just about adequate.

       Glancing sternly toward Jo, Master DeSade firmly addresses her as the rest of the others quietly stare toward her.  “You’ve heard the decision Jo… Tell the men that you accept and what you’re willing to do.”

       “I… I accept…  Master… If… If that’s your wish.”  She slowly nods with her heart pounding even harder, now feeling both nervous, yet excited.  Glancing at each man as she solemnly remains in her original spread pose, she also nods down toward her naked breasts while she finishes.  “I… I will flog myself naked on the podium as directed…. A dozen lashings… Any… Anywhere desired… That I can reach!”

       “Good… Then it’s settled!”  Master DeSade decrees.  “Twelve lashings… Self imposed!... Done!... Now remain as you are Jo… Until the hall empties.”

       The meal completed, the evening’s entertainment finally agreed to, the men file out past Jo with each seeming to take their time, enjoying the view of her naked body remaining posed on the seat and the thoughts of her approaching session.  The Ukrainian’s seem even more pleased and taking the most time as she continues to stare straight ahead toward the table, pretending to ignore them as the one whispers.  “Your pussy’s going to be on fire, girl!”  The room finally emptied, Master DeSade approaches to dismiss her to her suite, to prep herself for the evening.  Advising her of how to prepare herself and of his expectations, he also orders her to ingest a concoction he’ll have sent up to her.

       The next couple hours quickly pass for her as she anticipates what’s ahead.  Having completed his instructions along with ingesting the drink, leaving her suite she enters the parlor and quietly steps between the layout of the occupied chairs; up onto the podium as it slowly revolves counter clockwise.  Picking up the supple crop from the floor, glancing toward the dozen circling seats, none empty but basically in shadows, she turns forward and displays her nude body for the group as she remains motionless until the podium completes a lazy, full rotation.  Every third seat’s red, occupied by the men whose orders she’s been instructed to follow.

       Freshly showered, shaved and oiled, her evenly tanned, virtually naked body shimmers under the overhead lighting reflecting down across the rotating stage.  Hair slicked back in a tight bun, her makeup’s impeccable.  Fully prepared, including the cocktail she was administered to heighten her sensitivity to pain, then grabbing the crop left for her, her self degradation has begun as the opening phase of the night’s entertainment.  Still, her continuous thoughts are to making Master proud of her, and also to tantalize the onlookers.

       Heart pounding, stomach swirling with anticipation, she makes it a point to stare directly into each individual’s eyes as she rotates past their seats while observing most returning stares are transfixed below her neckline.  Her glistening breasts slowly rising and lowering from her arcing chest with each calculated breath, she lets the damp split tip of the black flexing crop snap across the podium’s wooden floor as she clenches the woven handle in her right fist.  Each flick of her wrist, each snap of the whip and her symmetrical breasts sway as she builds toward flogging herself in front of the group of men.  All her body jewelry removed, the remnants of her piercings are still visible across her thickened nipples as they gently jiggle while she continues to arch her shoulders back while maintaining her serpentine stance with her feet spread apart in her stiletto heels.

       Tensing, taking a final deep breath, snapping the whip across the floor beside her one last time, she waits for the next red seat off to her left lining up in front of the circling podium.  As it centers in front of her, she glances downward across her naked torso and asks, almost rasping.  “Where?”

       “Your breast!”  He orders, arms folded in front of his chest, barely changing expressions as he nods toward her chest.  “Either… Either one… Across the nipple though!”

       “Yes, across my breast… Sir.”  Flicking her wrist, snapping the crop upward across her own thrust out chest, the supple leather flattens across her left globe.  “Thwack!”  The narrowing tip disappears into the bud of her nipple as moisture flicks from her tensing body, the intensity of the sting a bit surprising.  Biting her lip, she maintains a forced smile as she glances directly into the eyes of the leering man now seated directly in front of her as she mutters.  “That’s one, Sir!... Across my breast as ordered.”  Feeling the burn, realizing it’s already much more painful then normal, she wonders how strong the concoction was. 

       Lowering the crop, a thin red welt rises across her oiled flesh as she glances down toward her breast, then into the faces of the next couple of seated men as the podium continues to circle slowly past.  “Where… Where next?”  She asks as she flicks the whip jerkily back and forth, directly staring toward the eyes of the next man in a red seat lining up in front of the revolving podium.

       Glancing, nodding toward her breasts with a slight smile, he answers.  “Your other titty… Right across that nipple!... But a little harder this time… I want to hear the whip crack!”

       “Yes Sir… A little harder across my… My other breast.”  Damn!  She thinks to herself as she switches hands, shuffles it back and forth for a good grip, still feeling the sting of the first lashing.   Flicking the crop upward again even harder, she blinks her eyes.  “Thwack!”  Visibly jerking, her breast bounces as the tip of the crop snaps across her right nipple, again causing a crisp spray.  “Oomph!”  Masking a slight groan as she continues to maintain her stoic smile, she barely grunts back toward the man.  “That’s two… Sir!... Across my other breast.”

       Skipping a couple of the spectators as she feels the searing burn through her right nipple, she takes a deep breath while cussing to herself about the unexpected concoction Master ordered her to drink, obviously heightening the sensitivity of her bare flesh.  Finally regaining her composure, she addresses yet another staring man in the next red seat as she glances directly into his eager eyes, the podium rotating directly in front of him.  “Where next, Sir?”

       “Between your spread legs… From behind!”  He grins as he nods toward her parted thighs.  “Make the tip of that whip reach across to your bellybutton!... Spread wider though… Squat for me!”

       Again switching hands as she slightly squats while dragging the whip behind her, she struggles to balance herself in the heels as she lets the tip of the leather scrape across the floor.  Staring directly into the man’s widening eyes, she asks.  “Like this?... Between my legs, Sir?”  Without waiting an answer, snapping her wrist and flicking the crop upwards from behind, the sound resonates throughout the room.  “Crack!”  The snap of the whip harsher then expected, the leather slices between her spread slit, the folds of her labia, the curling end flicking across her pubic mound as the split tips curl across her sunken navel.

       “Ohh!”  An audible grunt as her naked body jerks, her breasts bouncing as her head turns with the podium, her left knee slipping down close to the floor while she staggers to maintain her balance.  Her jaw quivering, noticeably struggling to maintain her equilibrium, she hoarsely rasps toward the man.  “That… That’s three, Sir!... Be… Between my legs for you!”  Again deeply inhaling, realizing how much the extent of the pain keeps escalating from the drug; she braces herself on the revolving podium after she slowly straightens.

       The platform having made almost three quarters of an arc, her naked body quivers. Beads of moisture springing up across her bare flesh shimmer under the heat of the lamp.  A bright red welt glistening from between her legs to up across her pubic mound matches in intensity with the pair across her swaying breasts as she momentarily hesitates.  Head lowered, again taking a couple deep breaths as the last stinging lash across her stomach forced most of the air from her lungs, she grips the leather handle with both fists behind her back while glancing up toward the next man, one of the Ukrainians, in the forth red seat.  Her heart seems to sink in her chest as she stares toward him, knowing the next lashing’s really going to hurt, remembering what he said earlier in the dining hall.

       “Your pussy, Whore!... And hard!”  He gloats with a grin.  “Push it out toward me… Then spread it… Whip it right across your clit… And Bitch… Keep that pussy pointed right toward me until I see it whipped!”

       Glaring directly at him, eye to eye, slowly shaking her head back and forth, she forces herself to arch backward while she spreads her legs wider.  Thrusting her hips out as she bows her shoulders back, she bites her lip as she scowls.  “Across my vagina… Sir?”

       “What?... No!… I said your pussy… Your clit!”  He mocks as he nudges his friend seated next to him.  “Say it girl!... Say pussy and spread wider and whip that cunt before you pass me by!”

       The podium still rotating toward his other pair of friends seated beside him, she braces herself as she thrusts her spread hips outward.  Still glaring directly into his eyes, wanting to give the whip a flick across his face, she hesitates, mutters.  “Across my pussy… My clit… And hard!... Yes… Yes Sir… Okay!”  Raising the handle in her right fist with her left arm stiffening, swaying back as she twists her naked body to face him, now seated just below her, the downward motion of the whip curls through the air as her eyes reflexively squint shut, the tip of the whip just missing his face as he jerks toward the side.

       “Thwack!”  Again the sound resonates as the leather snaps across the front of her bare thigh.  Curling across her thrust out pubic mound, the flicking tip disappears between her spread labia folds into her gaping slit as her naked breasts sway across her chest, slapping together.  “Oomph!”  Grunting, a tear welling in her eye, dripping off her cheek, she glances back toward him.  “That’s four Sir… That one across my pussy… And… And clit!... Just for you!”

       His friends obviously amused, with a couple chuckles they glance at his red face as the podium circles past.  Another welt on her bare skin, this one circling her glistening flesh between her thighs and Jo takes another couple halting breaths as she concentrates on locating the next red seat while trying to block out the mounting pain.  Ignoring the looks from the other men as she tries to collect her breath, she lets the whip’s tip again drag across the floor’s surface as she gazes toward her left as the man in the first red seat surprisingly waves her past with a nod and a couple of unexpected but welcomed words.  “Next time!”

       The second rotation slowly passes by the circling dozen seats as Jo’s allowed her short respite.  Her naked flesh glistens, the narrow red welts raising off her tanned flesh, the men watching the light reflecting off her chiseled, yet voluptuous body as she turns another three-sixty in front of them.  Mentally preparing herself, taking deep breaths; she positions herself with the whip hanging down from her side.  Passing the Ukrainians, she lowers her eyes, ignoring them before starting the full rotation once again.

       More orders commence, more self inflicted lashings applied as the podium continues to rotate, the welts mounting across her naked flesh.  The pain becoming numbing, she continues the count, seven… Eight… Ten.  Finally the podium swings around for the twelfth and final lashing, ordered by the Ukrainian.

       “Turn the handle around!” He orders.  “Spread your pussy lips with one hand and… And swing that whip hard… Flatten that clit with the wide part of the whip!”

       Blankly staring through her puffy eyes, twisting the whip in her hand as she spreads her labia folds with her thumb and forefinger, she mumbles.  “Yes… My clit with… With the wide part of the whip!”  Bowing her knees, lowering her head, without even hesitating she swings the crop from the narrow end straight out then back up between her spread thighs.  “Thwack!”

       Jerking, biting her lip as her body trembles, she mutters.  “That’s… That’s twelve Sir……Oh God!... Across my… My clit!”  Legs shaking, the pain burning across her breasts and even more severely between her thighs, the familiar stirring resonates deeper inside.

       Glancing downward toward the multiple welts crisscrossing her perspiration soaked breasts, glancing toward the men enthralled with her exhibition, even through the pain she can’t help also feeling the dampness, the moistness between her quivering thighs.  Relieved that her portion of self discipline is over, that she can retire to her suite, she’s sure the men think she needs to administer to her pain.  Dropping the crop, her head lowered, she steps from the podium as she cups her welted breasts.  Pressing one hand tightly across her chest with the other hand pressing between her thighs, her tip of her thumb disappears into her moist slit as it presses across her engorged and aroused clit.  Struggling in her stilettos as she slowly hobbles past the men into the hallway, she mentally tries to separate the pain from the pleasure in her racing mind as she retreats to her suite upstairs for another couple hour respite before reporting to the basement and reversing roles.  Soon after, the men are led toward the white chamber.

       Meanwhile in the basement, in the chamber at the end of the hall, the pair of bound women are no longer clothed in black latex.  Virtually naked, only with oversized bright red ‘O’ rings stretching their mouths obscenely open, Bonnie and Kim are being presented for the men’s sexual pleasures.  Standing bowed forward with their ankles shackled, their feet widely spread onto low small wooden blocks, their buttocks rise above their curved backs leaving their orifices gapping and easily accessible at the proper height, their clit rings dangling.  Heads forced lower; their braided hair’s tightly wrapped and roped to their crossed wrists cuffed up behind their chokers with a single twine also tugging from the front of the chokers to eyelets in the floor.  Necks bowed sharply back their faces are tilted upright, their yawning mouths perfectly positioned waist high for the men.  Facing one another just a few feet apart, their glistening bodies tremble as their ample breasts quiver, the metal nipple rings swaying beneath their arched torsos as they stare into each others eyes.

       Jessica approaches the pair of women as the escort; Greg stands toward the side with a couple riding crops in his hand.  Glancing toward the salved brandings crossing the small of the women’s backs as she turns from one to the other, Jessica glances toward the dozen men finally drawing around the bound women as they enter the room from the hallway.  “They’re about ready… Any orifice you want!”  Taking a crop from Greg, she positions herself alongside the redhead, as Greg does the same with Bonnie.

       Leaning down, glancing back and forth, Jessica taps Bonnie’s left nipple ring, then Kim’s right with the tip of the crop.  “Ladies… Be energetic while you’re being fucked!... If you don’t perform enthusiastically, Greg and I will wear these crops out on you!... Understand?... I said… Understand?!”

       Their eyes welling as they glare solemnly toward one another, they appear to be trying to shake their heads as Jessica firmly flicks the tip of the crop back and forth across their jiggling nipples.

       Listening to their groans while standing upright, again smiling she nods toward the men.  “They’re all yours for the next couple hours!”

       Stepping in front, behind the naked women, the rest of the men circle as almost instantly hard, thick cocks jam, shove, ram into the pairs mouths and vaginas.  Pushing, pounding, the men force their entire lengths of cock deep into the grunting women’s orifices, into their gapping vaginas, through the large ‘O’ rings stretching their mouths.  Breasts swaying as the nipple rings jiggle and bounce below them; the women’s bound bodies jerk and twist as the men’s bare hands claw at their tortured flesh.

       An occasional harsh flick across a bare back or buttocks, sometimes a vicious uppercut across a flailing breast and Jessica and Greg keep the anguished women’s attention, the crisscrossing red welts mounting.  The women’s glistening bodies continuously in motion, cocks penetrating their every orifice, the constant line of men relentlessly rotate about.  Minutes compile to over an hour as the onslaught of men ravage the overwhelmed women.  Sweat mixing with other fluids drench, drip from the pair’s naked flesh, across the floor below them as the occasional ‘Thwack’ of a crop echoes in the chamber.

       Barely able to maintain their torturous stances, their bodies trembling, twitching as the assault slows to just single penetrations, Jessica continues her personal vendetta with the redhead.  Flicking the dampened crop, centering across the nipple rings and clit rings, she watches the reflexive quivers of Kim’s abused piercings covered with puffy welts.  Bonnie’s naked body, though whipped and also crisscrossed with welts, still hasn’t received quite the punishment from Greg.

       Finally stepping back toward the wall, Greg retrieves a couple full buckets of cold brine water and as the last of the men step back, he splashes it across the exhausted women’s backs and head.  Soaking, drenching their raw, bare flesh, their grunts are covered by the splashing water swirling into the floor drain between them, mixed with the other bodily fluids.  Refilling, drenching the women a second, finally a third time, their naked, welted bodies jerk as the salted water burns into their soaked flesh.

       Jessica steps toward the door, having the men follow her to another room across the hall to freshen up.  A few minutes later, returning to the chamber alone, she begins assisting Greg with the preparation of the women for the next phase of the demonstration to commence within the hour.  Releasing the bedeviled women from their painful positions, their wrists are still kept bound behind their necks.  Placing them in even more painful positions individually across the room, Jessica and Greg quickly prepares them before leaving the pair momentarily alone.

       Now hooded, still completely naked from below the neck, Bonnie and Kim’s soaked, bare bodies glisten as they face each other from several feet apart while straddling a knotted rope disappearing up between their shaved labia folds.  Bonnie painfully remembers the all too familiar rope from previously riding it before being exiled.  Wrists still bound tightly up behind their necks to their black leather collars, their bare breasts jaunt outward, the dull, heavy metal rings dragging at their nipples.  Their tattoos and salved brandings shimmer under the lights as their welted, tortured bodies tremble under their black leather bondage hoods, their hair in flowing ponytails pressing out above the tops of their individual hoods.  Saliva drools from their bright red ‘O’ rings still spreading their lips as they struggle to tiptoe up off the balls of their feet.  A vat of brine water rests against the wall between them with various whips and crops soaking, ominous tools to be used on their naked flesh.

       The entire group of men are reassembled in the chamber after their brief half hour break, Jessica stepping to one side of the bound women while still scantly garbed in her black Dominatrix outfit, the escort stepping to the other.  A few minutes later, Jo enters, still completely naked but obviously freshly showered.  The crimson welts glistening across her breasts and thighs highlight her shimmering body as she steps toward the vat.  Appearing unaffected by the self inflicted flogging, actually invigorated as she picks out a viciously thin brine soaked hickory switch, she snaps it back and forth across the wall above the vat.  The salted brine trickles down across the whitewashed stone as she turns toward the bound women.

       Staring toward their already whip marred bare breasts, feeling the pain still resonating in her own, she holds the thick end of the switch in her left fist and tugs the narrower tip back with her other until it bows in a circle.  Positioning herself close to the rope, holding the switch above Bonnie’s left breast, she glances toward the red ‘O’ ring as she whispers.  “Remember amusing yourself with my tits… Madam?”  Without awaiting an acknowledgement of any kind, she let’s the switch unleash.  “Swish… Thwack!”

       “Aaaggghhh!!!”  Saliva spews from the jerking ‘O’ ring with her gurgling scream as Bonnie’s body twists backwards on the swaying knotted rope, the tip of the switch tearing into her left areola and outer side of her nipple, glancing off the metal ring

       Quickly turning, taking a couple steps, bowing the switch, just above Kim’s nipple, without speaking to her Jo lets the hickory fly.  “Swish… Thwack!”

       “Oomph!”  The painful grunt emits from Kim’s stretched lips as the switch embeds itself into her right breast, barely creasing the nipple, missing the ring.  Her body jerking backwards, again the rope vibrates between the tortured women’s trembling legs.

       Stepping to the center of the rope, lifting, jerking it up and down with her free hand, Jo flips the rope higher with each tug, the balled knots disappearing up between each woman’s spread thighs, scraping their metal clit rings across the damp rope.  Lightly chewing on her bottom lip as she reflects on her previous treatment by Bonnie, twisting the rope, Jo relentlessly forces the women to balance, tiptoe as their bare tattooed breasts bounce, their stretched nipples jerked by the heavy metal rings.

       Jo flexes her fist, grinding the rope between the women’s chaffing labia folds, the knots rubbing across their raw clits.  The women’s gurgling grunts echo through the chamber as their thigh, calf muscles flex across their trembling legs while they struggle to painfully tiptoe and maintain their awkward balance.  Stepping back, staring across the group of engrossed men, Jo feels the stirring again in her stomach, her heart racing.  Her emotions ranging across the spectrum; the pain and humiliation of her own self inflicted flogging to her vicious treatment of these two Doms seems to bring out a comparable sense of excitement from each.

       Knowing the men can’t take their eyes off her own naked body, knowing how she’s learned pain and pleasure’s only a razor’s edge apart to her now, Jo feels an almost sexual rapture as she glances toward Jessica, ignoring the engrossed observers.

       “Help me with her?”  She rasps as she nods toward the redhead, then toward the vat.

       Struck by the moment, the adrenaline flowing, Jessica quickly nods, grabs another soaked hickory as she can’t wait to repay the redheaded Dom.  Stepping beside the redhead, grabbing and twisting the base of her left breast, Jessica jerks her along the rope until another knot buries itself behind her impaled clit.  Flicking the switch back and forth across the dancing right breast, the sound echoes above Kim’s whimpers.  “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”  Back and forth, Jessica flicks the switch as the bare breast bounces, the nipple ring jerking.  Kim’s body reflexively lurches forward, her tortured breast crisscrossed with fresh red welts...

       “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”  Following suite, Jo drags Bonnie across another knot in the rope by her right breast as she flails the left breast with her supple switch.  The rope flexes, springs back and forth as the women’s pulled within a foot or so of each other, their gurgling moans barely audible above the grunts of Jo and Jessica.

       “Get a thicker hickory!”  Jo excitedly rasps as she glances toward Jessica while tugging at Bonnie’s left nipple ring and Kim’s right.  “Hurry!”

       Pulling the rings toward one another until they brush together, twisting, holding them firmly together as both women’s breasts stretch straight outward, she grabs the hickory from Jess, shoving the narrower end through the aligned rings.  Smiling, nodding, Jess grabs the other pair of rings and jerks the women’s breasts, grinding the nipples together in line.   Jo continues to slide the tip of the hickory on through the second set of rings, aligning the switch before stepping back.  The women’s breasts are forced to stretch outward, their nipples connected by the bending hickory through the rings as their shoulders bow forward.  Arched toward one another, they continue to tiptoe on the balls of their feet, the rope flexing painfully between their thighs.

       Stepping behind Bonnie, Jo glances toward Jessica.  Positioning across from one another, Jo presses the hickory across Bonnie’s butt cheeks, beneath the branding.  Feeling the trembling of Bonnie’s body through the switch, Jo gives Jessica a nod.  “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”  Flicking the switch, each flick lands with a smack an inch or so higher across both butt cheeks.  Jo watches Bonnie’s naked body slamming against Kim’s arching torso as she begins to receive the same treatment from Jessica.  As the switches flick across their bare flesh, jerking forward their breasts flatten together, the rope dancing between their legs.

       Lowering the switch, grabbing Bonnie’s flowing ponytail, Jo jerks it downwards toward the rope.  Handed a strand of hemp by the escort, wrapping it tightly with Bonnie’s hair she binds it to the knotted rope as she tugs her head back, again whispering.  “Enjoying this as much as I am… Madam?  Ready for those stretched tits of yours to really taste the hickory?”

       Jessica follows suit with the redhead’s ponytail, twisting Kim’s head back while wrapping the strand around the knotted rope.  The bound women’s backs arching backward as their breasts stretch toward one another, the metal rings stand straight out off their stretched nipples, the hickory bending but holding firm.

       Their cuffed hands flexing behind their necks, saliva drools from both their bright red ‘O’ rings as the rope flexes painfully up between their reddened legs.  The men watch transfixed at the energy of Jo and Jessica as the hooded women still struggle in awkward dances, their chafed thighs continuing to grind over the knots, their breasts stretching in a sadistic tug of war.  Standing to either side of the rope, Jo and Jessica glance toward one another as they raise the switches again.  “Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”  Back and forth the switches flail downward across the bare breasts, Jo working the left side, Jessica the right.  “Thwack… Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”  More vicious lashings from underneath the connected breasts as the bound women jerk, twist under the blows.  Nipples stretching, the rings twisting with the twisting hickory looped through the slots, multiple welts instantly stretch over and under their bare tit flesh.

       Momentarily stepping aside, Jo and Jessica lower their hickory switches as the struggling women tremble across the springing knotted rope.  Their bound naked body’s beading with perspiration, their colorful tattoos glisten as does their salved, reddened brandings.  Breasts flexing back and forth as they struggle to relieve the pressure of the stretching nipple rings, unable to straighten upward, grunts and groans emanate from their ’O’ rings along with drooling salvia dripping down off their cheeks, across their bowed shoulders.

       Jo glances past the group of men, notices Master DeSade approaching behind them, smartly dressed as he gives her a quick nod.  Handing her switch to the escort, she steps through the group.  Perspiring, her naked body glistening as she takes deep breaths, she hesitates momentarily, glancing back as she reaches the door.  Exiting, almost instantly hearing the sounds commencing of the hickory switches being applied across the bound women’s naked flesh yet again, Jo smiles while gripping Master DeSade’s hand as he shuts the door behind them.

       “Well done Jo.”  He softly speaks.  “I’m proud of you!... You’ve certainly come a long way in a year!... I’m glad you and Jessica got to return some of the treatment to those two.”

       “Thank you Master.”  She answers, her naked, whip marred breasts gently swaying as he slides his arm across her shoulder.  “It’s certainly appreciated!”

       “They’ll be leaving again soon, flown back tomorrow evening, along with the rest of the guests.”  He calmly explains as he glances back toward the closed door.  “But, they’ve still got another hour or so with their session tonight though… And, I’m sure it’ll be a week or maybe even more before they can be returned to actually perform their duties.”  He grins as he lets his hand drop over her shoulder, cupping her right breast.  “So tell me… Which?”

       Glancing upward, she asks.  “Which?... What… Master?”

       “Which has become your favorite?”  Dom or sub?”

       “Either… Either Master!”  She smiles, first instinctively wanting to please him, yet actually realizing it’s becoming the truth.  “With you… Either!”

       “Good Jo!... I’m glad you feel that way!”  He also smiles as he gently rolls her thickening nipple back and forth between his finger and thumb.  “Now for your surprise…  For your first anniversary of being brought here…  Tonight… This very hour, we leave for Holiday in Europe, on the plane… Jessica and Greg are going to take care of the compound while we’re gone.  It’s going to be your first time back on the plane since you’ve arrived here, huh?”

       “Yes Master!”  She continues to smile, obviously excited.  “First time to Europe too!... Tonight… We’re…?”

       “Yeh Jo… To Europe, a big part of it anyway.”  He grins while patting her bare breast as his arm slopes across her shoulder.  “It’s time to take a few months or so and visit some acquaintances of mine on the continent…. Their estates… Their societies.  I’m going to introduce them to you and show you off… Every inch of you!  You’re certainly going to get to really explore your duel psyche in depth during our travels.”

       Having directed her to the garage, to the Land Rover, he adds.  “Our luggage is already aboard the plane, and it’s ready… I’m traveling dressed just like I am… You’re traveling the way you already are too…  Stilettos and nothing else, just naked!... That’s all you’ll need for the next few hours in the air with just the two of us being flown alone.”  Glancing down, giving her firm breast a squeeze, he adds.  “We’ll need to find something to do to pass the time while we’re in the air, won’t we?”

       Shutting the passenger door behind her as she climbs in, he thinks to himself… “Guess what Jo… I have a relaxing beverage and your favorite seat available, just for you!”

FINISH   

       

                      

       

         

       

           

       

       

THE NANNY

It’s been a year since I posted the initial chapters of this storyline, time for another chapter or so to update Jo’s transformation and obedience for her Master while spending their extended holiday in Europe.

Chapter Fourteen

Spreading the damp fluffy, white towel across the backless stool, straddling it and gazing toward the large illuminated mirror decorating the wall behind the Victorian era vanity, Jo’s barely seated when she hears the expected footsteps approaching from the hallway.  The bedroom door opening from behind her, the two women quietly step in, walking toward either side of the stool.  Following Master’s wishes, she’s been sent the pair of women to assist with her preparations for the evening, his Dominatrix friend along with her younger submissive.  Remaining silent herself, Jo ignores their reflections in the mirror, staring at her own image, her dark hair slicked severely back across her scalp, her body void of any jewelry, anywhere, including her multiple piercings.  Just freshly bathed, toweled off with the towel now beneath her but still a glistening dampness shimmering across her bare flesh, glancing closer she can barely make out from the mirror’s reflection just the faintest remnants of the lash, the bruising and discolorations scarcely discernable crisscrossing her globular breasts from a previous disciplining session by Master from a few days past. 

The submissive girl immediately attending to the vanity’s supplies, pouring a generous amount of body lotion into the Dominatrix’s waiting open palm, she steps back and kneels as her Mistress positions herself toward the side of the stool, cupping Jo’s elbow.  Slowly raising Jo’s right arm upward, leveling out at shoulder height, the dark haired Dominatrix begins to gently rub the body lotion across Jo’s bare shoulder as she quietly but firmly orders.  “Remain silent… Just face forward for me.”

Practically ignoring the woman’s black leather attired image reflecting back from the mirror, but immediately obeying her command, Jo also continues focusing on her own reflection, studying only her own image, of the teenage kid, the sophisticated woman, the submissive sub, and yes, even the budding Dominatrix in herself.  All a separate part of her, most nurtured within the past year, she passively sits straddled across the thick white towel covering the stool while she feels the Dom’s coated hand gliding across her bare flesh, feeling the soothingly massaging pleasance of the lotion while thinking back on the past year running the spectrum.  At times treated like a whore, other times cared for like royalty, being disciplined, doing the disciplining, she’s quickly learned to adapt to her coexistence with Master DeSade.  She’s actually finding herself not only accepting, but wanting, anticipating his attention, accepting pain or pleasure, learning the razor sharp fine line between the two, sometimes both melded into one giving the most exhilarating experiences, submitting to his utter dominance over her while learning to equally enjoy the dominance he allows her to have over others.

       While the seemingly shy but obedient assistant remains kneeling, leaning between Jo’s parted knees, a token nod from the Dom and her oiled hands begin sliding both Jo’s legs gently apart, caressingly smoothing lotion between the spreading thighs, the oil dripping across the damp, fluffy white towel practically scrapping the carpet.  Her probing fingers massaging, sliding, manipulating across Jo’s freshly shaven pubic mound, also with hints of discoloring from the previous use of the crop, the girl’s gentle touch is more then stimulating as her flexing fingers probes deeper, flicks the sensitive folds, slips inward, circles but doesn’t quite touch the fully exposed clitoris.

Not at all expecting this sort of treatment, but realizing Master must want her on the edge, aroused even before he offers her up to his friends, holding back a moan as the Dom’s fingers glide across her neck, beneath her ears, Jo silently lowers her arms down behind her back, grips the stool through the wrinkling towel while succumbing to the soothing attention.  Arching her shoulders further back as the Dominatrix repositions herself, steps behind her, Jo feels the nimble hands reaching around and cupping, the flexing fingers massaging the scented oil across her globular breasts, one before the other, drenching them in lotion, manipulating, squeezing the firm mounds as the titillated nipples swell, jiggle from the caressing touches.

Closing her eyes, gently nibbling across her lower lip, she allows the sensations of the multiple hands roaming her naked body to resonate across her tingling flesh as she reflexively presses her breasts further upward, slides her legs a little further apart.  Quietly moaning under her breath, hazily glancing down toward the top of the young girl’s head while her own fingers tightly clench the stool behind her, her hips quivering, Jo arches her responding body outward, almost spread-eagled as she bows her shoulders further back while intentionally spreading her quivering thighs as wide as she can across the flat stool giving both women total access of her naked body as she finally positions herself, obtains a degree of self control as she holds her body rigid.

Glancing again toward the mirror, the reflections of the women caressing her, pleasuring in the expertise of the women’s roving hands, the exhilarating attention her naked body’s being given by the pair, glancing again toward their reflections individually, Jo can’t help admitting to herself that they’re both more then attractive in their own right.  The youthful assistant virtually revealed in her paltry white, loosely fitting translucent garb, certainly pretty but not quite as big breasted, maybe not quite as slender either, Jo analyzes, compares the sub’s body to her own, the girl’s more like the teen that she is, unlike herself even though their age’s are nearly identical.  Feeling a kind of attraction to her almost innocent appearance, certainly to her sensitive touch, Jo momentarily thinks of the possibilities, maybe even enjoying an intimacy with her later, maybe sometime soon when this night’s behind them, maybe even as her submissive while in a Dominatrix mode herself.

But, for now Jo realizes its Master DeSade having herself prepared for the submissive role tonight.  Knowing her psyche, her lack of inhibitions, her vanity, he’s most certainly expecting her to be quite the flaunting submissive for the evening’s festivities when he’s introducing her to his close circle of European friends. 

Continuing to stare toward the mirror, enjoying the caressing, arching and stretching as she studies herself, brazenly exposing what she so arrogantly realizes is a flawless, womanly body, and all natural, she’s beginning to feel the excitement, anticipating the responses she’s going to receive as she flaunts her physical attributes, not to mention her mental toughness while being subjected to whatever the upcoming discipline session brings.  The incredible pampering getting her into the state of mind, anticipating the coming exhibition, she’s struck with the urge to tantalize the Dom, to tease her, give her something to be jealous about even, let her compare her to her teen assistant.  Maybe show her how a real submissive can look, especially with a real woman’s body.

Watching the mirror as her twitching body reflexively responds, she’s feels the stirring building deep inside, finding herself succumbing to the massages along with the excitement of the unknown, the mounting anticipation of the forthcoming evening of subjugated submissiveness in front of Master’s friends.  Glancing toward the Dom’s reflection, the urge mounting she knows she’s safe from any repercussions with her, at least for now, after all the evening’s activities belong to Master, and with his vanity he certainly wants her presented looking her best.

Smiling to herself, spreading her thighs, gently rocking her hips she arches her breasts outward into the Dom’s manipulating hands.  Probing her tingling nipples across the caressing fingers, a not so discreet moan or two and she feels her sexual urges mounting as she begins to flaunt herself in earnest while watching her own naked body reflexively tremble, quiver in the mirror’s reflection.

       Squinting her eyes, slipping her fingers from the stool and slowly raising her arms seductively above her head, letting her hands gently sway ever so gently from side to side as her fingers interlock, she tilts her head forward while hazily glancing down toward the sensations of the girl’s probing fingers spreading, working the lotion across her pubic mound.  Teasingly parting her legs a little further apart until they her thighs almost ache, arching her pubic mound noticeably forward on the covered stool, she feels the girl’s fingertips gliding downward across the puffy labium folds barely spreading apart around her exposed clitoris.  Catching a look from the kneeling girl, giving her just the slightest hint of a smile, she lets her lips seductively part, quietly mouth.  “Use them on me girl!...  Use those fingers down there!””

Still flexing her hips forward once, then a second time while spreading them even wider across the towel and offering an unobstructed access to her pulsing clitoris, Jo deeply inhales as she glides just the tip of her curling tongue back and forth across the edge of her upper lip trailing across the moistness from the remnants of the shower.  A couple more gentle movements of her hips across the towel, spreading and pressing her spreading slit against the girl’s fingers, the not so sublime message to masturbate her clit is blatantly obvious.

       Noticing the girl’s expression returning what appears to be just a hint of a brief grin herself, even hopefully acknowledgement, feeling the hand just momentarily resting, the pressure of the fingers slowly releasing, the girl appears to take a moment or so before tilting her head away.  Heart pounding in her chest, Jo waits, then feels the pressing sensation of the fingertips being manipulated, flicked across her pulsing clitoris, and with an obvious straightforward purpose. The long manicured nails scrapping across, tweaking, tugging, flicking the responding nub as it swells, sends instant tingling shocks rippling through her womb.  Moaning, twisting her head, the engorging nub of her clit being masturbated, the labium folds spreading, Jo feels a finger twisting upwards as its tip presses inside her spreading slit.  Squinting her eyes, arching back, Jo’s exhilarated with the kneeling girl’s obvious knowledge of a woman’s body, the manipulations of her index finger pressing further inward while curling, flicking, expertly locating that most sensitive spot.

Also still feeling the Dom’s hands massaging her chest, her bare shoulders pressed against with the added sensation of the Dom’s leather covered breasts flattening against her backside, Jo moans, nibbles across her lower lip as she feels her own breasts quivering as they’re being drenched with even more lotion, thumbs and fingers circling, tweaking her nipples simultaneously.  No longer just a calculated act, letting out a rasping moan, gently swaying between the pair of women as her hands part, her fingers flex, her arms slowly drifting downwards, spread outward from her sides.  Feeling the initial stirring deep in the pit of her stomach, the tingling in her womb as her naked body reflexively quivers from the multiple manipulations, she can’t hold back her rasping moans as she again grips the stool under the fluffing towel.   “Uuummm… Ohhhhh!... Aaaaahhhh!!”

       “Jo!...... Jo!”  The voice barely breaks the near silence, not much more then whispers as the Dom’s hands cupping Jo’s breasts momentarily halt while still firmly gripping both lotion covered mounds.  “You’re being bad!”

Barely comprehending as she feels the kneeling girl’s fingertip working her, curling upward behind her arching pubic bone still pressing, circling deep inside her quivering vagina, feeling the ’G’ spot manipulated, her eyes clenched shut, her stomach rippling, Jo can’t help twitching as she rasps.  “Hu... Huh?... Bad?””

“Time to prepare you for Master DeSade… Dress you up as he’s instructed.”  Again she hears the woman’s soft, quiet voice coming from behind as the cupped hands gently meld her breasts a couple more times before resting again.  “And there’s no time to cum… Girl.”  She whispers.  “Have to get you ready for what’s going to be quite the evening for you and Master DeSade.”

“Uummm… Huh hu… Uummmm!”  Moaning, thighs trembling as she pumps her pubic mound forward, grinding her buttocks back and forth across the ruffled towel, feeling the firm finger still expertly masturbating her already moist slit, she practically ignores the hands slipping off from her breasts as the Dom steps back away.  “Aaaaahhhhh!!... Uuuuummmmm!”

“Okay Jo!... That’s enough!... Time to stand up… Face me… And quit being so naughty!... And you!.... Stop!”  Again the woman’s voice, this time a little sterner as the girl’s fingers slip from between Jo’s quivering thighs as she too, stands and steps aside.  “Now stand and face me Jo!”

Knees weakening, heart pounding, the stimulating massage almost instantly halted on the verge of her climaxing, shakily sliding her hands to either side of the stool, moaning while trying to collect herself, lifting upwards, turning away from the smirking young attendant Jo glances toward the small black garment being held up in front of her, the centerpiece of her clothing for the evening.  Glancing at the Dom’s smirking expression, again toward the tiny lace corset, it registers she’s suppose to fit into the thing as she takes a closer look as the Dom holds it outward for her to see.  Black laced and ribbed, the laces still open, yet the midriff’s narrow, actually much more then narrow.  The short straps in place of a garter belt hanging down, sway from its bottom hem as the Dom nods, motions Jo forward as she steps to meet her halfway.

“Let’s slip this thing around you… Your Master wants it cinched all the way up until it’s completely closed.”  Twisting the garment around, glancing at its spread backside, the Dom’s slow nod’s obvious.  “Damn Jo… This thing’s less then twenty inches around!... I think eighteen when it’s cinched shut… I can’t believe you’re going to fit into it!”  Holding it out, brushing it across Jo’s stomach, the upper hem of the material presses below, then up beneath the firm mounds as the Dom lifts her hands.  Jo’s glistening breasts jaunting out, lift upward while folding across the stiff hem as the Dom orders.  “Well let’s try it… Go ahead, turn around now… And raise those arms up over your head again.”

Slowly turning in a foggy obedience, thighs still trembling, Jo sees the girl stepping almost uncomfortably close, still with a slight smirk on her face.  Slowly raising her arms as her bare breasts sway, bounce she feels the corset spreading around her waist from behind, the attendant in front of her reaching out, tweaking both thickening nipples between her thumbnails and fingernails, tugging upwards and apart, the hem of the corset slipping beneath the stretching, glistening globes.

Feeling the strings being drawn, drawing in from the bottom eyelets of the tightening corset pressing across the small of her back, Jo’s naked body flinches with each tug, each pull of the crisscrossing laces.  The top hem of the corset pressing beneath her spreading breasts with each tightening loop of the lace rising behind her back, she feels her slim stomach becoming even slimmer, her navel flexing just below the bottom hemline sinking into her glistening flesh.  Her hands swaying above her head, biting her lip, staring into the girl’s piercing eyes returning her gaze, the tightening corset closes up across her back, surrounds her ribcage as her nipples ache between the girl’s nails as her breasts bulge out in front of her.

“Deep breath… Then exhale and hold that tummy in… Completely.”

Obeying, inhaling, exhaling as she clenches her fists above her head, she feels the tightening laces tugged, jerking the edges of the back of the corset together, her stomach cramping, her breasts bulging, spreading apart as they’re released from the girl’s grip.

“Hold still Jo… I can’t fucking believe it actually does fit… Damn!”  The Dom smirks, slowly shaking her head from side to side.  “Let me tie it off while I still can.”

Twisting her head, glancing down between her ballooning breasts jaunting straight outwards, both nipples imprinted with the outlines of the girl’s fingernails, unable to see her cinched waistline below the upper portion of the rigid hemline of the corset, Jo grunts, the last gasp of air escaping her lungs, her body tensioning as she tiptoes, shuffles her feet.

“Silk stockings next Jo… Push that left foot out…  That’s it… Hold still now.”

Again unhesitantly following her instructions, positioning herself as she sways, she balances with her arms twisting above her head.  Swaying, balancing, Jo watches the assistant kneeling, slipping the black nylon across her raised foot.  Slipped past her ankle, tugged above her knee and adjusted across her thigh, Jo lowers her foot as the black straps are snapped from front and rear as the girls hands slip between the spread slit of her thighs, brushes across her still tingling labium folds.  Twitching, lowering her foot back onto the floor, she hears the Dom’s next command.  “Other leg now.”

Again  Jo balancing with foot raised in the air, the second stocking’s slid up across her calve, her thigh, snapped front and back to the straps on the bottom of the corset by the girl who lets her fingers teasingly flick across the bare clit.  Practically stumbling, Jo catches herself, lowering her hands to the fronts of her thighs just beside her twitching pubic mound.  Glancing down toward the girl’s smirk, then toward the mirror, the silhouettes of the three of them staring back, Jo’s waist appears almost that of a caricature.  Just a wisp between her hips, breasts, a true form of an hour glass figure, her already large breasts jaunt outward, firm, globular, separating above the black lace.  Shaven pubic mound, boyish buttocks, her body still glistens, tanned, flawless.

“Sit Jo… Make-up time.”  The Dom orders as her assistant without being told steps toward the front of the dresser, aligns what’s needed.

Squatting, her bare buttocks spreading across the ruffled towel, her slit sliding across the towel still tingles from the contact.  Seated facing the mirror, arms to her sides as the girl begins carefully applying the foundation; Jo’s eyes connect again with the Dom’s through the mirror.  Arching her shoulders back, resting her hands on the back of the stool to get a good look of her hourglass waist line, she slowly grinds her clit against the stool while allowing her breasts to bulge above the top of the confining corset, the areolas spreading apart, shimmering as the nubs of her aching nipples have become virtually flat while barely quivering with each halting breath.  Catching a smirk, a slow nod as the Dom recognizes her little game, Jo smiles, again softly flicks her tongue across her upper lip, daringly returning the Dom’s stare.

“You like to live dangerously… Don’t you… Jo?”

Still staring at the mirror, both reflections, Jo enjoys the Dom’s response, revels antagonizing her as she silently grins while her eye shadow, rouge is being applied.  The next couple minutes, her makeup almost done, and perfect so far, she admires her reflection thinking the girl’s obviously an expert in more then one thing.  Barely shaking her shoulders, her breasts gently swaying from side to side, a slight giggle and she arches her shoulders even further back, places her left hand above her right hand all the way behind her onto the back of the stool as her thighs again twitch across the ruffled towel.  As deep of breathe as possible, arching, her breasts sway above the top of the corset’s concealed hemline. 

Glancing toward the Dom, giving a defiant grin, Jo can’t help herself as she purrs.  “Wouldn’t you just love to work these… These here real good… Mistress?”  Staring down toward her glistening breasts lifting up out of the corset, another smile toward the mirror as the girl continues the final touches of the makeup, Jo glances from one glistening mound to the other, rasps.  “Look how big and firm they are… Even bigger then your girl’s here!... But then… These aren’t yours are they?… They’re for Master DeSade’s pleasure… Too bad, huh?”

A returning smirk, the Dom folds her arms across her chest, her own breasts pressing outward beneath the black leather body suit, she smugly answers.  “Ohh!… I don’t know about that sweetheart!... Didn’t you know?... Master DeSade has requested that I assist him with you this evening… He wants me to present you...”  A smirk herself, still staring into the mirror as Jo’s make-up’s finally complete, the Dom adds.  “And yes… I am going to give those tits of yours some considerable attention once we’re downstairs, dear, thrust me!…  But first, gloves and heels… Let’s get you done… And I promise… I’m going to get well acquainted with that rack of yours!”

       A hesitant giggle from the girl as she’s straightening the top of the dresser, Jo catches the smirk of the Dom from the reflecting mirror.  Becoming rigid on the stool she feels the instant knotting in her stomach, her heartbeat escalating a beat or two as the intriguing comments sink in.  Noticing the girl retrieving a box, slipping a pair of black stilettos, matching sleeve length black gloves from it, the feeling’s not of fear, or even nervousness.  The feelings boarder on intoxicating.  Her adrenaline flowing, it’s been awhile since Mater DeDade’s allowed a Dominatrix to use her, and it seems it’s going to be done in front of an audience to boot!

The next couple minutes spent slipping the heels on goes rather easily.  The tightly stretching gloves are another story.  Rolled up across her talcum sprinkled arms one at a time, the long sleeves twisted, tugged as even more talcum’s applied to just under her armpits; Jo continues to stare into the mirror, nervously anticipating as her arms tingle one by one, become almost numb as they are encased, forced to remain virtually straight in the impossibly tight fitting gloves.

       “Okay… Stand Jo… Face me!... And push those tits you’re so proud of out here for me!”

       The voice no longer soft, now more of that of a Dominatrix, Jo slides her buttocks forward across the stool, the towel dragging, momentarily puckering between her butt cheeks before dropping to the floor as she awkwardly stands, her hands slumped down toward her sides, the gloves now like a second skin covering her tingling arms.  Obediently turning, facing the Dom, she adjusts her shoulders back, assumes a seductive position with her breasts thrusting outward as instructed, spreading apart above the tightly cinching corset, almost like an offering.  Knowing the proper attitude of a submissive, assuming that role, she lets her lips part to form a slight oval as she feels her breasts almost tingling, feels the anticipation of the Dom keeping her promise, centering her attention on the quivering globes, envisioning the pain soon to be inflicted upon them.

       Glancing toward the assistant, nodding toward the lotion, the Dom orders.  “Coat those tits of hers… I want that oil to be dripping off those nipples when I take her down stairs.”

       Grabbing the jar, stepping in front of Jo, the girl lets the oil flow, drip, streak across the bare breasts, back and forth, from armpit to armpit, from just below her neck.  Reaching out, hand on sternum, pressing one breast aside while drenching the other, sliding the hand through the oil, pressing that soaked globe, she drenches the other.  Oil streaking, dripping from both puckered nipples, the girl reaches down, swabs a couple oiled fingers between Jo’s thighs, across the engorged nub of her clit, gives a playful twist or two before letting go.

       “Follow me.”  The Dom orders.  “Master DeSade’s waiting down stairs… With his friends… And you’ll want to thank me later for soaking those tits… I have a feeling they’re in for quite the workout tonight!... Matter of fact… I’m certain they are!”  Glancing toward the sub, she adds.  “You stay here… Bath and prepare for when we return.”

       Can’t helping herself from pressing her thighs together, the sensations resonating through her womb from her throbbing clit, Jo catches herself, watches as the Dom turns toward the hallway, obediently follows.

End Chapter 14   

       

        

        

       

THE NANNY

Chapter Fifteen

       The formally attired, mixed group mingles in the great room.  Several sitting, even more standing, most have drinks in hand as a handful associate near the large pre Victorian fireplace along one wall with its obligatory flickering flames.  The far wall with its parted drapes overlooks the manicured, hedge rowed grounds from the multi pane leaded windows three stories up, wisps of sleet attaching to the outer sides of the leaded glass along their frosting corners.

       Hearing the Dominatrix approaching from the foyer, all eyes seem to turn at once as she steps inside the expansive area, glances back toward Jo just a few steps behind.  The conversations trailing off, only the cackling of the roasting logs in the fireplace override the silence as if on cue Jo slowly follows into the room, shoulders back, head high, dark eyes piercing.  Their footsteps silenced by the thick carpeting, the Dom steps directly toward Master DeSade seated toward the center of the floor where he sits in one of several high backed leather chairs arranged throughout the room.

       “Master DeSade… Jo’s been prepared… I hope to your satisfaction.”

       Slowly setting what’s left of his drink down on the table beside the chair, he nods toward the Dom in acknowledgement, glances around her toward Jo.  Her body glistening, an occasional drop of oil dripping from her outthrust breasts, he can hear the silence, sense the admiration, even hushed whispers of envy from the others all turned toward her.  Her still damp hair appearing almost black while strictly drawn back across her scalp boxes in, surrounds her forehead.  Bright red lipstick tinting her spread lips, perfect makeup, her darkly tanned body glistens, overstuffed in the impossibly slim corset, its contour of black lace like a second skin compressing her incredibly tiny waist.

Taking another step forward, then another and yet another, one tall black stiletto perfectly placed alternately in front of the other, her shoulders, head remain even keeled with her smooth, seductive strides.  Thighs rippling as her sleek legs covered by the shimmering black silk stockings to mid thigh seemingly rises forever from the six inch heels, her arms slump down against her sides; her straight fingertips barely swaying back and forth across the hems of her stockings as the tops of the black velvet gloves rise to just below her armpits.  Remaining obediently silent, just the tip of her tongue flirts across the bottom of her parted lips as her face remains expressionless, her eyes forward toward Master Desade’s chair.

A glance toward the Dom, DeSade gives a slow, expressionless nod.  Appreciating Jo’s cooperation in impressing his audience, not to mention her vanity, he glances back toward her, above her teasingly parted lips, into her unblinking stare while he releases just the faintest of a smile, knowing she’s on her game and enjoying every set of eyes locked on her from around the room.  Her looks even more stunning then imaginable, actually her vanity’s only matched by his as he leans back into the clutches of his chair, retrieves his glass of wine.  Taking a sip as he too focuses momentarily on her erotically glistening bare breasts, he notices the faintest of whip marks, a couple barely curling across her left breast’s jiggling areola, left by him just a few nights before, actually an added plus to the atmosphere.

Her dark piercing eyes finally staring downward toward the floor as she halts, stands obediently between the Dom and Master DeSade, she makes certain her posture’s virtually flawless even as the earlier sensations of the tingling in her arms have become numbness from the tight fitting shoulder length gloves.  Still fascinated with the room’s silence, her visual impact on the group, she makes certain the center of attention’s centered on  her globular, outthrust breasts overriding the cinching hem of the top of the corset as she seductively, fluidly arches her shoulders back, her limps arms almost dangling with the gloved fingertips brushing back past her taut thighs. Her oval tan areolas spreading apart, the nubs of her nipples hard, glistening, still dripping an occasional drop of body lotion out past the black lace, onto the floor, she intentionally softly whimpers, the sound almost an inaudible purr catching the curious attention of the closest onlookers.

       “Well Jo… I have to say… You do look bewitching… Let’s see you!... Now… Slowly turn for us.”  DeSade’s voice firm with authority, he just watches, observes her response as she just gives a hint of an affirmative nod, her bright red lips still slightly parted, her eyes toward the floor, unblinking.  

       Sensing the infatuated responses of the group struck by her looks, knowing how exotic her outfit is, how erotic she’s being presented, her heart pounds in her chest as she knows all eyes are on her, her breasts, her incredibly exposed body.  Arching her shoulders a little further back, her globular breasts pressing outward, apart just a little further, her nipples tingle, almost ache as the sensation across her breasts of the smothering oil collecting, dripping from both engorged nubs mimics the sensations of being caressed by flicking fingers.  Spreading her feet slightly apart, pressing her hips seductively forward, unable to see down past the corset, she’s sure her bare pubic mound’s in full view, the folds of her labia parting enough to expose the nub of her clitoris as she feels the tingling stream of oil trickling down across her inner thigh.   Hearing the rustling of some to get a better view, the general migration around the room surrounding her, both men and curious women, she just momentarily glances again toward Master DeSade’s chair hoping for another favorable response as she begins to slowly turn, her numbed arms again brushing loosely across her thighs.

       Lowering her eyes back down toward the floor, actually on the numerous shoes of the circling group, she slowly rotates in a counterclockwise rotation as the six inch stilettos sink into the lush carpet.  An occasional whimper, a subtle flinch of a shoulder as she slowly rotates and she forces her breasts to sway, barely touch together, spread part again while riding across the corset’s rigid hem.  Basically completing her rotation, again facing forward toward Master DeSade’s chair, she stops and remains motionless, eyes directed toward his feet, waiting for his next command.

       “Jo… I think the gentlemen… And I’m sure also the ladies would like a little presentation.”  DeSade commands.  “What do you think?... Would you mind allowing the Mistress to display some of her disciplining expertise with you as the subject of her attention?”  Momentarily glancing toward the Dom, her nodding approval, he turns his attention back to Jo.  Staring into her eyes as she raises them to meet his, surely knowing her response, he continues.  “I think most everyone here has an infatuation with those enticing breasts plunging out from across that corset… You won’t mind if the Mistress gives them her undivided attention for awhile… Refreshes those faded welts with new ones… Will you?”

       A controlled quiet nod of acceptance of his request, a glance toward the Dominatrix and Jo can already feel her nipples tingling, and not just from the oil but with anticipation.  “Yes Master… I… I would like that.”  Giving her almost whimpering, girlish reply, knowing it only adds to entice the already excited group as she glances back toward his chair, inside her stomach churns, her heart pounds as she feels the rush, the excitement of anticipating her bare breasts being flogged in front of the room full of men, and maybe even more so by the women as they watch.

“Good!”  He responds.  “Then, tell my friends here what would you like for her to do with you.”

       Again playing the crowd, the room totally silent except for the cackling of the fireplace, she glances toward him, then toward the smirking Dominatrix.   Returning the smirk, then glancing down toward her bare breasts, her glistening nipples poking out across the top of the corset as she slowly sways her chest back and forth, she amusingly watches the thickening nubs jiggling before answering in her best whimpering tone.  “This submissive would be thankful for the Mistress to whip my breasts… Especially across my bare nipples… Hard with a crop!... And… And… And.”

       “And… What else?”  The Dom smirks, almost taken aback by the brazen answer, remembering their little conversation before coming downstairs.

       Again staring back into DeSade’s obviously appreciative eyes, keeping contact, Jo feels the knot in the pit of her stomach, the anticipation of not only feeling her breasts flogged as she slowly bows her knees, presses her hips forward, she rasps.  “I also would appreciate if the Mistress would whip me here between my spread legs… Punish me across my clitoris… Hard with a crop… If… If she would want too… And my Master would also want!”  Lowering her eyes, listening to the hushed responses of some of the circling group, she feels the exhilaration of being the center of their undivided attention.  A few more murmurs, the surrounding group, especially the women obviously surprised with her unexpected, almost flaunting response, it’s quickly obvious they’re eager for that exhibition to begin.

DeSade glancing around the room; his smugness not concealed, he takes another sip from the nearly empty glass, leans forward and reaches up toward Jo’s parted lips.  “Finish this… You’re going to need it!”  Nodding, his approving stare, he lets the edge of the cup press across her lower lip, allows her the last couple sips before again setting the glass back on the table, the crimson outlines of her lips across its rim.

       “Well.”  He addresses the Dom as he reaches down between the chair and table.  “Those bruises across her tits and cunt are all but faded.”  Handing her a worn, tan leather razor strap, he adds.  “Go ahead… But use this instead of just a crop… It’ll cover more… And besides, it’ll allow you to whip her a lot more without the welts, just bruises… Now go ahead… She’s all yours for awhile… Give ‘em a good show!””

       Feeling the pounding in her chest, the corset halting her breathe as her breasts rises and lowers, Jo senses the difference of the implements, but also the anticipating attention of the group as she again lowers her eyes while the Dom steps toward her with the strap instead of the crop that left the latest remnants across her bare flesh.  Watching her right nipple being gripped, twisted, the Dom turning, stepping toward the frosted windows as a few of the onlookers part,  Jo obediently follows as her gripped breast stretches out from over the hem of the corset.  Positioned between a pair of opened drapes, facing toward the light streaming through the glass as her breast’s released; she feels the hand across her shoulder blades, pressing her forward toward the frosted squares of panes.

       Arms virtually numb, swaying down toward her sides in the stiff shoulder length gloves, shuffling her feet, she’s forced to lean a foot or so forward, turning her face toward the side as she feels the chill of the damp windows across her flattening breasts and cheek.  The oily lotion immediately adhering, her naked flesh sticking to the pair of glass panes separated by the leaded framework, she reflexively sighs.  “Oooohhh!”  The coldness of the glass still being pelted from the sleet from outside, she feels her nipples instantly hardening, the sensation searing across her chest bordering on breathtaking.

       “Let’s get those big ‘ol jugs chilled down while you spread those legs and push that ass back.”  The Dom orders as she lets the strap flick back and forth across her knee.  “Let’s give that clit of yours some attention first though!”  Stepping toward Jo’s left side, watching as her arms hang down, the black gloves barely swaying, the Dom smiles toward the surrounding group, waits until they’re quiet as she lays her left hand across the rounded curves of Jo’s buttocks, just below the small of her back and the bottom of the corset, pushing downward, forcing both cheeks to spread.

       The side of her face still pressing flatly against the frosting glass, her breasts spreading out from either side of her torso as her flattened melons continue to adhere to the damp surface, Jo glances toward a couple closest to the windows, their eyes riveted on her contorted body.  Forcing her buttocks further back, she feels herself sliding slightly downward as her breasts ride up across the glass, stretching, squeaking while she continually stares toward the two men, her damsel in distress expression riveting.  Knowing that in just moments the strap will be searing across if not between her butt cheeks, the stirring in her stomach, the pounding in her chest is a combination of anticipation of the pain but more so of the undivided attention of the excited group of men and women, especially the pair ogling her, eagerly waiting to see her flogged, especially the wide eyed woman.

       Raising the flexing tanned strap, letting its edge slide upward across the bare flesh between Jo’s stocking and butt cheek, the Dom pokes, gently pushes just the very tip across Jo’s labia, around the puckered sphincter muscles, parting the gapping slit.  Watching Jo’s hips flinch, her chest press harsher against the glass, she lets the flexing leather flip out, grips its end with her free hand.  Kneeling, bowing, aligning the strap, she glances toward the front row of the men and women, smiling she lets the strap flick upward, smacking between Jo’s spread legs.  “Thwack!”

       “Oooohhh!”   The searing sting of the curling leather scrapping between her spread thighs flattening the nub of her clit, Jo grunts as she reflexively tiptoes in her stilettos, presses, scraps her chest harshly across the freezing glass as her body instantly arches.  Feeling the initial lashing, even mentally prepared, the air escapes her lungs as her numbed arms sway beneath her.  Haltingly taking what breathe she can in the confining corset, a nibble across her lower lip and she tenses her buttocks, waits for the next lashing.

       “Spread those knees girl… Wider… Now!”

“Thwack!”  Feeling the second quick flex of the strap jolting up between her quivering thighs even as her knees begin to spread across the carpet as ordered, again the searing pain, this time centered across her exposed clit.  “Oomph!” Biting down on her lip, she hears the excited responses of the surrounding onlookers, stares directly into the closest man’s widening eyes, his companion cupping her hand between her thighs as she stares back while slowly nodding her head.  The sharp sting between her quivering legs excruciating, flattened breasts freezing against the frosted panes, her virtually numb arms sway, scrap across her thighs as she struggles to lean against wall of glass, to hold back the tears from the harsh but absolutely exhilarating pain.

“Damn it  Jo… I said spread those legs wider and expose that pussy to me!”  The Dom sternly orders as she places a hand across the top of Jo’s buttocks, across the small of her back, shoves downward.  “Wider… Wider I said!”

       “Thwack!... Thwack!........ Thwack!”  A trio of flicks smack up between her trembling thighs even as she’s bowing, trying to spread her knees further apart.   Brief moments between each calculated stroke, Jo’s body flinches, her contorting breasts adhering, surreally twisting across the cold flat surfaces as her muttered grunts are barely audible.  Wide red welts rising between her spread thighs, her buttocks trembling, arms dangling, her cheek, breasts continue to scrape, stick across the frosted panes of bare glass.

       The buzz in the room resounding in her ears, her body on fire, Jo closes her eyes, takes a haltingly deep breathe as her confined, shrunken stomach flexes, presses outward against the confinement of the lace corset.  Her dripping tears freezing against the glass, her stomach churns as she looses count, not fearing but impatiently waiting for the next painful stroke to snap across her pulsing clit, wanting it, actually anticipating the pain as she glares toward the sleet pelting the outside of the windows.  The urge to titillate the circling group even more, glancing back toward the outer edge of the room, enticed with the looks on their faces as she stares toward the closest couple yet again, she feels the Dom slipping her hand down from her backside, pressing her palm upwards across her hollowing stomach.

“Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”  A trio of harsh blows, the strap smacking across both butt cheeks as the Dom’s hand lifts upwards.  “Thwack!... Thwack!.............. Thwack!”

Grunting, arching, her saliva drooling, smearing and sticking across the window pane with her tears, she has no idea how many lashings she’ just received, just that the pain’s exhilarating, even arousing as she feels the churning in her stomach, the mixed  burning of her buttocks and the tingling of her engorging clit.   

       “Okay……Turn Jo!... And push those cold titties out here now!... Let’s warm them up real good!”

Hearing the Dom’s stern command as her hand slips away from her stomach, the heat of the strap spreading across both reddened butt cheeks, groaning, letting her knees bend as she finally lowers her eyes, arching back, she slips away from the streaking glass, her breasts sticking, her nipples adhering to the frosted surfaces as she jerks back, numb arms swaying.  Grunting, arching back, jerking, jerking yet again she finally tears away from the window panes, slumps to the floor while hearing the mixed mutterings, the excited voices obviously appreciating her endurance.

       Eagerly twisting around as she struggles to her knees, her gloved fingers’ scrapping across the carpet, she bows backwards, presses the back of her head against the leaded frame.  Arching her back, breasts reddened, nipples thick and hard from the frosted glass, she moans as she glances through her welling tears toward the circling group, down toward her heaving chest, back toward the Dom, locking stares momentarily.  Her trembling body facing the group, their awestruck interest permeating the room’s atmosphere, she spreads her folded knees further apart, her scarlet splotched butt cheeks grinding across the stilettos beneath her and the carpet as she glares toward the Dom.  Breathing in rasping breaths as the black corset rises, lowers beneath her heaving breasts with each halting breathe, shoving her breasts ridiculously outwards, she antagonizing grunts.  “Give ‘em the show they want… Do what you promised upstairs… Work these tits… Beat me!... Beat me across my tits with that strap now!... Flatten ‘em… Hurt me… Make me beg… Make me cry… If you think you can!”

       Glancing over toward DeSade’s chair, getting a shrug of his shoulders followed by his approving nod, the Dom steps beside Jo’s outthrust body being arched even further outward, centers the swaying strap across her glistening cold breasts as the engorged, nearly frozen nipples quiver above the black corset.  Stepping, twisting forcefully forward, her arm curling, the tanned leather snapping, curling downward, the Dom’s eyes lock with Jo’s even as Jo pushes her chest even further outward to accept the unrelenting blows.  “Thwack!...........Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!...........Thwack!”… Thwack!”… Thwack!”  Back and forth, crisscrossing the flattening, elongating globular mounds, the Dom’s eyes remain locked with Jo’s riveting stare.  “Thwack!... Thwack!......... Thwack!................. Thwack!........................ Thwack!”

       Biting down on her lip with each mounting blow, glaring defiantly away from the frantic Dom and toward the enthralled onlookers, a couple women spread throughout the group covering their chests with their hands as they flinchingly watch, Jo does no more then grunt as her breasts continuously jaunt outward, flattens beneath the wide strap, springs back, again flattens, again springs back as the strap burrows into her tit flesh leaving glistening red splotches one atop the other, her areolas, nipples flattening, bruising as they spring apart, jiggle.  “Thwack!......... Thwack!........................... Thwack!”  Glaring past her bulging breasts directly toward the perspiring Dom, her slumping arm, she growls.  “That it?... That all you got?”

       “Thwack!...... Thwack!............ Thwack!............... Thwack!”   The constant rhythm slackened, picks up slightly as the wide flat leather flicking, snaps across her flinching breasts smacking directly across the puckered nipples as the Dom’s bare arm glistens, continues to swing back and forth.  Still just grunting, tears noticeably streaks down across Jo’s cheeks, drips across her flailing breasts.  “Thwack!......... Thwack!.............. Thwack!............... Thwack!”

       Twitching, still arching, bowing forward, her numbed arms trembling, her gloved fingers scrapping back and forth across the floor as they twitch beneath their second skin, Jo continues with her defiant glare, the piercing stares toward the Dom, toward the circling group in front of her as her heaving chest quivers, glistens beneath the mounting wide welts encompassing her bare chest as the strap flails back and forth again, and again, still flattening, elongating her globular mounds.  “Thwack!..................... Thwack!.......................Thwack!”

       Finally lowering the strap toward her side, standing upright, bowing back, taking a couple deep breathes, the Dom glances toward DeSade, wearily around toward the crowd captivated with the brutal exhibition.  Again utter silence, except for the occasional rasping breath from Jo’s still arched body as the back of her head continues to press against the streaking glass pane.  The strap dangling at her side, the glistening, perspiring Dom reaches out with her free hand, slowly inspects her handiwork.  Having lost count, the wide crimson welts layered above one another, Jo’s quivering whipped breasts still jaunt majestically outward across the top of the black corset as the Dom’s fingers glides across the layered red splotches.  Stepping slowly around her, glancing between her spread knees, a few red splotches also stretching out past her parted slit glisten, her bare pubic mound quivering as she remains rigid, defiant, a tear finally streaks down cross her cheek from her welling eyes.

       Struggling from the confining corset to collect her breathe, Jo hazily glares at the Dom stepping back away from her.  The corset feeling as if it’s shrinking ever tighter across her perspiring flesh, the pain sears across her breasts, her nipples, her vagina, the intense intoxicating pain.  Glancing around the circling crowd, the returning stares directed from the collection of riveted eyes only adds to the incredible rush she feels, the ability of being able to accept the strap’s lashings across her naked flesh, to entice everyone with her near naked body, even the handful of flushed women with her mesmerizing exhibition.  She senses the stirring deep inside her womb, the dampness between her twitching thighs not just the body lotion or even her beading perspiration.  The knowledge that every man in the room wants her, the women envious, most all wanting to ravage her, all gives her enormous satisfaction, an exhilarating sense of power as her knees tremble, her stomach ripples.

       “Enough… Enough… Stand Jo!”

       Blinking away some of the moisture from her eyes as she hears the Dom’s command, a slow shake of her head of acknowledgement, again an awkward struggle as her numb arms barely sway, she slowly raises from one shaking knee, then the other.  Standing upright, moisture streaking across her bruised  bare flesh, knowing all to well she’s on the edge of an explosive orgasm as she tries to collect her breath, Jo feels the Dom’s hand sliding across her buttocks.  “Come with me upstairs… We’ll spread some salve across these welts… Get you cleaned up to come back down to accompany Master DeSade with his guests.”

Led through the parting group, a quick glance toward DeSade’s chair, his appreciative nod as he raises a generous glass of dark wine toward her in a salute and she feels complete as she nods back.  Another final glance around the room as she feels her breast being stretched out in front of her by her bruised nipple; noticing that all eyes are still riveted on her as she grunts, nearly stumbles in her stilettos as her useless arms sway at her sides, she follows behind the Dom toward the stairs.  Leaving the room, on the stairs halfway to the next floor, the Dom turns, smiles while lowering her hand to Jo’s engorged clit.  Tweaking, a gentle tug, she smiles.  “We’ve got our girl upstairs waiting to give you just what you want before we go back downstairs… You’ve certainly earned it… Damn!... You almost wore me out down there!”

End Chapter Fifteen   

               

        

               

                

THE NANNY

Arriving at a secluded chateau with the Dominatrix, loaned out for the evening by Master DeSade, Jo’s inter-feelings are mixed.  Anxiety mingles with excitement as she realizes she’s in for long hours of degradation and pain.  The promise of a reversal of roles after this escapade, the chance of practicing her Dominatrix side with the younger girl being given to her for the remainder of the European holiday by Master DeSade and she’s agreed to be totally submissive to the Dominatrix within the boundaries of what he will allow her to be subjected too.  She’s been warned though; the experience will be like nothing she’s yet encountered.

Chapter Sixteen  

As they enter the foyer, the Dominatrix in command with leader chain in hand turns and casually strips Jo’s black cloth shawl from her shoulders.  Leaving her virtually naked, the lighting reflects off the heavy gage sterling silver rings piercing her nipples, navel and clit, strikingly harsh jewelry jiggling as she again steps forward in her six inch black leather stilettos. The pair of oversized rings dragging at her tugged nipples match as a set, erotically contrasting with her tanned flesh and the mini barbell styled studs vertically mounted beneath them in second pierces, burrowing beneath and protruding out from the edges of the defined ovals of both areolas.  Her long dark hair flowing in tightly woven dreadlocks behind her arched back shoulders, her only other clothing besides a chocker collar consists of three matching sets of black leather cuffs firmly secured to her ankles, her thighs just above her knees and a pair of wrist cuffs fastened together behind her back.  Her calculated stride mimicking a model’s runway walk, the hush of the group of women’s almost instantaneous as they’re struck by the erotic sight of Jo’s naked body.

       Led through the parting crowd to a sinister wooden contraption forming a type of low bi-level platform on the floor consisting of two flat surfaces in the shape of a ‘T’, Jo can’t take her eyes from the lower platform designed with scores of dark colored pointed pyramid styled metal spikes crisscrossing in seemingly countless rows from one side to the other.  The spiked platform a few inches lower in height and forming the bottom half of the ‘T’, a couple of the circling women help  position her toward its bottom edge as the Dominatrix instructs her to turn and squat on her knees.

Wrist cuffs detached from one another, she’s assisted in arching backwards until the back of her head barely reaches, rests on the edge of the higher platform.  Feeling the not so sharp, yet not really dull spikes pressing across her backside and buttocks as the leader chain’s removed; she reflexively arches her body upwards as the cuffs securing her thighs are attached to chains from the extreme corners of the higher platform drawing her legs tautly apart.  Ankle cuffs chained to either side of the lower platform completing her painful ‘split’ and blatantly displaying her sex, her feet point apart as her wrist cuffs are shackled to eyelets in the platform just above her spread thighs.  Tiptoeing, balancing on the balls of her feet to keep her buttocks above the blunted spikes, she feverously struggles to avoid the still painful points of steel beneath her naked flesh as she watches with wide eyes as her sadistic mounting’s continued while the crowd gathers closer around.

A pair of whitish color tubular metal rods is quickly placed in vertical slots arranged in the platform adjacent just below her navel before a matching third slotted rod’s slipped downward across both and tightly secured as the cold metal presses against her bare flesh.  Feeling the prickling of the spikes jabbing upwards beneath her, the horizontal rod pressing across her bare stomach as she tries to arch upwards, she frantically glances from side to side at the sight of another set of matching tubular rods being slipped into existing slots on either side of her neck.  Longer, with another horizontal rod slid down over both, she feels that horizontal rod being adjusted and aligned against the chocker collar.

The all feminine crowd circling closer, her naked body already glistening, the heavy rings dragging on her stretching nipples spreading her globular mounds apart above her heaving chest, she struggles to balance herself, arch upwards against the metal rods confining her movements her as the spikes scrape painfully into her backside.  Fists clenching, toes curling as her thighs quiver, she watches as a final piece of tubular steel’s attached to the upper ends of the taller rods.  Oval in shape, a clear plastic funnel filling the entire foot or so circumference centered above her face, she feels her lips forced apart by one of the assisting women as the bottom of the funnel’s forced deep into her yawning mouth by another.  Lips stretching, tongue curling, she can’t help gagging for breath as the translucent oval’s secured above her face.

Heart pounding, the rows of spikes poking against the aching flesh of her arms, legs, buttocks and backside, she frantically realizes just what’s in store for her as the Dominatrix slips her leather pants down to her knees and squats across the freshly fashioned seat, a toilet!  The white leather stilettos straddling either side of Jo’s upturned face, the initial trickle splashing across the clear plastic, streaming around in surreal circles before swirling down the narrowing funnel, splashing into her mouth, across her tongue, into her throat, Jo gags, arches and bows as the stinging, salty taste of the yellowish urine collects, backs-up in a pool in the bottom of the transparent funnel.  Grunting, gagging, glaring upwards toward the swirling liquid, the sounds of the room’s overridden to her by the sounds of the splashing urine.

Nauseated, disgusted, struggling to somehow avoid swallowing, Jo tastes the Dominatrix’s bitter urine across her flexing tongue, coating her throat as she gurgles, coughs, breathes through her flaring nostrils until one of the women laughingly leans beside her, clamps her thumb and finger across her nose.  Arching upwards, frantically pressing against the horizontal slats, body tensing as she grunts, struggles, finally she can’t hold her breath any further, gulping the bitter, putrid fluid down her throat as she reflexively gags with each wretched swallow.

Standing and adjusting her pants, a smirk on her face as she steps beside Jo’s contortions and the Dominatrix watches with amusing interest the last of her urine gurgling through the base of the clear funnel.  Glancing around the room, the also amused group of women circling even closer around, she orders.  “Well Jo… Finish it up… There’s others waiting to use the toilet…. But first, let’s do something with that pussy of yours all spread out for us.”  Kneeling, running a hand across a few of the spikes toward the edge of the platform, she slowly shakes her head as she touches a couple of the blunt points.  “By the way, those spikes beneath you surely seem painful as they are but would be much sharper if it wasn’t for DeSades wishes… I guess he doesn’t mind a few painful scraps and bruises on that body of yours, just no real cuts that leave scars… That’s too bad if you ask me!”  Again glancing toward a couple of the other women, she adds.  “That’s okay though… Those big ‘ol titties standing up there for us can be worked like pin cushions… They’ll heal right up in a few days or so after being skewered a few times… Won’t they Jo?”  

Glaring up through the clear funnel, unable to turn her head with its narrowed bottom jammed between her stretched lips, Jo’s eyes dart from side to side as the remnants of the Dom’s urine trickles down from the stretched corners of her lips.  Still gasping for breathe, forcing herself to rise upwards by the back of her head pressing against the upper framework along with her aching hips and quivering thighs, her fists reflexively clench in their shackles as she feels the multitude of sharp pricking sensations across her backside.

“Let’s see.”  The Dom softly speaks to no one in particular, almost playfully as she steps beside Jo’s spread thighs, reaches down and grips the oversized ‘O’ ring piercing her quivering navel.  “Yes… I think we should connect them.”  Slightly tugging the ring downward while reaching down and gripping the matching ring dangling from Jo’s protruding clit, she continues as she glances downward toward Jo’s face, magnified under the clear funnel.  “Yes… We’ll stretch ‘em nice and tight… Pull that clit up out of the way from that gap you call a pussy!”  Giving a tug on both, the Dom watches Jo’s naked body arching upwards as she’s forced to tiptoe, the rings clanking together as her protruding belly button stretches downward toward her taut clit.

Holding both rings in her fingertips while Jo’s spread thighs visibly trembles as her pubic mound arches upwards by the Dom’s tugging fists, assisted by one of the women clamping a short chain between the pair of rings, the Dom unclenches, releases her fingers, steps back a step.  Just a couple inches apart, the rings shimmer, twist above Jo’s flexing stomach, the lower one dragging across her thrust out pubic mound as her elongated clit glistens above the gapping slit of her vagina.  Glancing around at her friends, back toward Jo’s spasmodic body glistening, contorting across the spread pattern of the bed of spikes as her bare breasts sway, jaunt upwards from her arched torso, the Dom seeming quite pleased with the sight, announces.  “There now… Both Jo’s holes down there are ready for some serious attention now… But first, don’t you think those magnificent titties of hers bouncing around need just a little more attention too?... With those skewers I mentioned.”

Again leaning toward the clear funnel, into Jo’s piercing eyes, she cups Jo’s right breast, squeezes, forces the nipple to swell, the silver ring to jiggle against the spreading areola.  “I think a nice couple or maybe even three skewers in each tit would work quite nicely Jo.”  Glancing toward her group of friends, she adds.  “I get wet every time I think of DeSade showing me the screening of her initial plane flight… She was stripped all naked like she is now…  Seems her tits were treated as pin cushions for hours on end!... I mean pierced all the way through with those same skewers I’ve brought with me tonight!... Her clit too I believe… Huh Jo?... Remember that?...  Your clit had needles rammed through it too, huh?”  Again glancing at the widening eyes, listening to the gurgles turning to grunts through the funnel, she adds.  “Oh, don’t worry… No more then a half dozen or so, Jo... Oh, in each tit, I mean!”

Sliding the palm of a hand across Jo’s hollowing stomach, feeling the navel’s ‘O’ ring stretching flat across the rippling abs, she flicks the chain between the pair of rings before pinching her finger and thumbnails into the moist flesh of Jo’s stretched clit.  “Oh, don’t worry dear.”  She teases.  “We won’t forget this little nub of yours too.  Giving it a playful pinch, watching Jo’s hips jerk, her pubic mound arching upwards, she adds.  “It can use a couple skewers too… If you don’t behave!”     

       More anguished grunts, more reflexive tremors as the aggravating rows of tips scrape across her bare backside, Jo’s mind races back to that initial plane trip, her surreal initiation into the lifestyle she’s morphed into.  Remembering the agony of that night, the helplessness, thinking back as her eyes dart from side to side toward the anticipating expressions of the women surrounding her, even that didn’t seem as horrendous as what’s being perpetrated on her tonight.  Muscles tensing, stomach churning, throat raw, the thoughts of what’s in store for her is practically unbearable to comprehend, even as another woman steps toward the front of the platform, squats as she lifts up her dress.

       “Now, now Jo.”  The Dom smirks as she still kneels, watches the initial squirting of urine splashing inside the clear funnel, circling, swirling as it gushes downward below the spread butt cheeks, flooding the narrow tubular end twitching between Jo’s stretched lips.  As the Dom waits, clenching her nails while Jo holds her breath, she finally shakes her head, orders.  “Come on… Go ahead and swallow it… All of it too… Don’t make me pinch this clit of yours any tighter then I already am with my fingernails… Come on!... I said come on… Then we can start with those needles through your tits!”

       The similar putrid taste as more dribbles of urine streak down from the corners of her spread lips, her stomach muscles rippling as she struggles not to regurgitate between disgusting gulps as her back painfully presses against the unrelenting rows of sharp spikes and  finally the last bit of urine bubbles, disappears through the bottom of the funnel.  Nauseated, stomach muscles rippling with the initial pressures of bloating, again she’s confronted with the unrelenting struggle to maintain balance above the torturous board.  Twisting, arching, frantically watching yet another woman squatting as soon as the stool’s vacant, she sees the squirting yellow fluid splashing downward again, tastes the urine flooding into her gurgling throat for a third time.

       Gagging, the chaffed bare flesh of her backside and buttocks scrapping, grinding across the multitude of spikes, she senses the repeated regurgitations of the disgusting liquid burning her nostrils, bubbling across her stretched upper lip as her stomach repulses the flooding urine.  Throat raw, tongue curling against the round sides of the narrow tip of the bottom of the funnel, she struggles not to vomit as the last of the third woman’s urine gurgles down out of the tube’s opening rammed deep enough to practically scrap across her tonsils.

       The Dom’s palm resting on the ever swelling tummy of Jo’s trembling body, she smiles as she reaches over with her other hand, pokes an index finger a couple, three times into the raised button of the pulsing navel.  Feeling the bloating, the rounded mound of Jo’s normally flat stomach, tapping a couple more times, hearing the hollowing sound, she glances toward the group, back toward Jo’s flushed face, and smirks.  “Getting all filled up, huh Jo?... Okay, guess it’s time to get to work on these tits you’re so proud of.”

Sliding the palms of her hands upwards across Jo’s arching ribcage, turning both hands inward and each gripping a breast, massaging, caressing, flicking the ‘O’ rings, the vertical studs, the Dom again glances toward her friends as she feels the firm mounds pulsing, the bare tit flesh pressing out from between her clenching fingers.  Nipples bulging, nipple jewelry glistening above her fingers, she nods as one of the women steps forward with a fist full of skewers.  Slipping her fingers downward, gripping, squeezing the base of both breasts, she motions for the woman to begin using the thick, glistening needles.

Another nod toward several of the women toying with a couple of huge black strap-on dildos, she again leans toward Jo’s anguished look as she squeezes even firmer.  ‘’Well Jo… Let’s really give you something to think about… Skewers for these tits, those spikes you’re trying so hard to arch above for that backside of yours and some good old fashioned fucking with a couple twelve inch dildos… One in your cunt and maybe even another in that puckered asshole all spread out there for us…. Okay?”

The woman with the skewers kneeling, aims a sharp tip of one just above the Dom’ fist gripping Jo’s right breast while another woman fitted with a strap-on also kneels, centers the bulbous head of the giant black dildo between the spread labium of Jo’s trembling thighs as the Dom smirks.  “Okay Jo… On three!... Ready now?... One… two… Thr…….”

“Uuuumph…… Humph!!!”  Grunts from the echoing funnel as Jo’s body arches, her shoulders, her buttocks pressing downward onto the impaling spikes below her, she feels the skewer pricking, piercing, sliding deeply into the bulging side of her glistening tit flesh as the monstrous dildo rams inward, twisting, dragging her clit downward, its ring stretching the chain connected to her taut navel.  “Aaaaggghhhh!”

The opposite side of her breast bulging outward from the pointed tip of the skewer ramming through, stretching, contorting the taut flesh, more grunts ring out from the translucent funnel as the razor sharp tip finally snaps through, slides smoothly outward two, three inches as the nipple ring jiggles, flips back and forth.  “Aaaaaggghhhhhh!”  Another scream reverberates as both breasts rise even higher in the Dom’s clenching grips.  “Uumph… Ooomph!”  More grunts as the dildo’s rammed over halfway in, three quarters in, all the way in as the strap-on burrows into her stretching vagina.  Jerking harshly in and out, back and forth by the woman’s flexing hips, the huge dildo stretches, tugs at Jo’s impaled vagina as she painfully grunts, raises, lowers in sequence.  “Oomph!... Oomph… Agghhh!... Humph… Oomph!!!”

The pain spreading, rippling through her ravaged body, a second skewer’s pressed slowly against the side of her other breast, again just above the Dom’s squeezing fist.  The tip sinking into the puffy flesh slowly disappears above a trickle of blood as Jo’s body again arches upwards while her shoulders, buttocks agonizingly grinds across the bed of spikes.  A harsh shove, the metal skewer gliding through, pressing from inside out, the pointed tip punctures its way completely through.  “Aaaaaagggghhhh!”  Even as Jo’s scream resonates through the funnel, it’s quickly muffled by another woman squatting, spreading her butt checks across the oval rim.

More urine spurting into the funnel, the yellow fluid dripping from her stretched lips, her gurgles mix with her groans as the pumping phallus continues assaulting her abused vagina.  “Uumph!... Aaauugghh!... Agggrrrhhh!... Humph!”  Both breasts horizontally impaled, the skewers glistening, their tips nearly touching, tinged with fresh crimson stains, the nipple rings jiggle, bounce across her flattened areolas as the Dom releases her grips.

Leaning down between Jo’s spread thighs, gripping the phallus in her right hand, the Dom slides it back until the head ‘plops’ free of her moist slit.  Jerking the dildo forward, lowering it simultaneously, she forces the oval head between Jo’s butt-cheeks, against the rim of her puckered sphincter muscles.  Shoving, twisting, forcing the hard molded rubber inward, the sculptured head burrows inward as Jo’s quivering hips arch upwards toward the thrusting thighs of the kneeling woman’s.  A harsh thrust, a second and third, the thick shaft tears at her tortured orifice, grinds gradually deeper as the metal ring just above her gapping, glistening slit jerks, stretches at her abused clit.

Both breasts throbbing even before another skewer’s jammed into the upper curve of her right breast, the long, thick needle slips downward beneath her pulsing nipple, probing, ramming through the firm globe, its tip again pushing outward, puncturing the taut flesh midway between her nipple and chest.  More gurgling grunts as her body lifts upwards and bows, cuffed fists clenching against her thighs as the dildo also continues to ream her rectum, Jo struggles with the familiar searing pain of the skewers not unlike that initial flight not so long ago.  Again the last remnants of nauseating urine burning her throat, engorging her bloated stomach, a forth skewer’s jabbed vertically into and through her left breast from top to bottom, probed and twisted until the razor tip tears through and glistens with the blood dripping across her torso. “Aaaggghhh!!... Uuuuummmmppphhh!”

The phallus ramming in and out, over and over, deeper and deeper, now crimson tinged from her stretching, tearing flesh, Jo feels the bulbous head pressing past her navel, engulfing her impossibly stretched anus.  Each thrust bringing a grunt, a jerk of her sweat drenched naked body spreading across the bed of spikes, she glares through the clear funnel toward the Dom, struggles to refrain from vomiting, from crying, her thoughts focusing on the bitch humiliating her, hurting her.

The pain once on the verge of becoming overwhelming, now like a long distance runner, all of a sudden it doesn’t seem to matter anymore, it’s becoming a blur, almost tolerable, almost acceptable, almost enjoyable.  Watching one more skewer, in the hand of the Dom, she glares at it glistening under the lighting as she arches her hips defiantly upwards, watches as she continues to feel the dildo completely engulfing her ass, pounding into her over and over as the sharp needle’s scrapped back and forth across her stretched, twisted clit in the ‘O’ ring.

Biting, chewing into the funnel’s bottom tube, body tautly tensing, she accepts the searing pain of her clit being probed, then pierced, the tip of the skewer jabbing completely through and into her bare pubic mound.  As her eyes continue to lock with the smirking Dom’s, she no longer grunts, no longer resists, just accepts the pain rippling throughout her entire body, the same type of pain she knows she’s  going to return to the bitch ten fold.  Master DeSade will make sure of that for her.  After all; she’s learned quite well how to get what she wants from him.  The young girl’s going to be a play toy for her as agreed, but the Dom doesn’t realize it yet, she’s going to get a dose of her own medicine, willingly or not, and soon.  But for now, she’ll just have to outlast every cunt here; after all, the pain’s becoming pleasurable.

End Chapter Sixteen

 

         

THE NANNY

The humiliation of the evening with Master DeSade’s Dominatrix friend and Jo receives her reward, the services of the Dom’s teenage submissive.

Chapter Seventeen

Griping several short lengths of rope in a clenched fist, ordering the naked girl to step up and stand onto the table, tying her left ankle to an eyelet with a slipknot, Jo, naked herself, grips the girl’s other ankle, guides it over against a matching eyelet while forcing her to spread her legs until she’s doing the splits.  Casually binding the second ankle, slowly stepping around to the front of the table with a couple lengths of rope still in hand, Jo smiles up toward her docile submissive as she slips a couple fingers up across the girl’s trembling thigh, across the spread labia folds separating the puffy flesh surrounding her spreading slit.  Circling the nub of the protruding clit, flicking it back and forth with the nail of the index finger, Jo enjoys the feel of the moist flesh, the quivering of the girl’s spread thighs, the touch of her freshly shaven vagina.

“Hands down toward your side’s girl… Let’s see those little titties stand up… Shove ‘em on out here for me so I can see ‘em!... Way out here, nice and slow.”

Responding to Jo’s command, slowly uncrossing her arms from in front of her chest, obediently dropping her hands downwards, the girl’s fingers brush across the fronts of her spread thighs as her breasts press together.  Continuing to stare straight ahead, slowly beginning to bow her shoulders back, her firm breasts begin to jaunt surprisingly outward, the puffy nipples mounted high on the globular and not all that small mounds separating, spreading apart as her shoulders arch as far back as she can while she struggles to maintain her balance on her spread legs.

“Hummm.”  An appreciative grunt as Jo takes a couple moments or so to scan the girl’s bare breasts, stepping closer, eye level with the glistening mounds.

A soft squeeze of one, playfully tracing a fingernail around the areola of the other and she realizes they’re surprisingly larger and firmer then expected with the proper posture, and the nipples erotically pointing upwards and outwards gently jiggle when flicked with an index finger.  Slowly stepping around the table, taking her time, cupping her own breast, softly caressing her own puckering nipple between her finger and thumb, she quietly inspects each curve, each crevice of the submissive’s naked body as the fingernail of her other hand glides casually across the girl’s moist flesh.  Feeling the tingling deep inside herself, the excitement of playing the Dom, of toying with her young submissive’s naked body, Jo lets her hand slip down from her own breast, trace downward across her own stomach, feels the sensations of the tip of her index finger pressing into her moist slit, rubbing gently across the protruding tip of her own responding clit.

The girl’s unmarred flesh shimmering from under the light directly above the table highlighting her youthful looks, Jo slips her free hand downward, presses a fingertip into the girl’s spread slit, across her exposed clit.  Her own thighs quivering as she softly rubs the tip of her finger back and forth across her own engorging clit, Jo watches her submissive’s thighs likewise tremble as her clit also swells, responding to the mutual manipulation.  Gnawing softly on her lower lip as she remains eye level with the girl’s quivering breasts, stimulating both clits in unison, Jo’s struck by her almost innocent attractiveness as she’s obviously on the verge of full blown womanhood, yet standing in front of her a teenage submissive.

Stomach flattening, the girl’s inverted navel flexes beneath her rippling abs while the palms of her hands nervously cup across her spread thighs.  The tips of her fingers reflexively curling as her fingernails scrap across her glistening flesh; she continues to stare straight ahead as Jo watches her response, her reflexive twitches, her escalated breathing as she’s being masturbated.

“Lean forward… Fingers pressed to the table.”  Jo finally rasps as she slips her fingers from the girl’s moistening orifice, grips her right wrist, guides her to bend over as she slips her other hand free from between her own thighs.

Tugging, forcing the girl to bow, to arch sideways, Jo secures the wrist against the girl’s right ankle, binds it.  Stepping around to the other side, taking a couple deep breaths herself while the girl’s fingers are barely able to touch the table’s surface, Jo grips the left wrist, stretches it toward the other eyelet.  “Push your head down between your legs; press it against the top of the table… Do it!”

Again obedient, folding herself forward, the girl’s face passes downward past her spread thighs, her even wider knees.  “Oomph!... Augghhh!”  Grunting, hair spreading across the table, the very top of her head presses against the flat surface as she acrobatically contorts her nude body, her head virtually in line between her spread feet as she folds practically in two, her secured ankles spreading even wider apart.

Glancing toward the girl’s awkward position, Jo feels the rush deep inside spreading throughout her womb as she’s struck by the girl’s rounded buttocks glistening, displayed above the taut, spread thighs, the gapping slit of her vagina just beneath the puckered rim of her rectum oozing from the manipulation of the protruding clit.  Glancing down toward the girl’s reddening face, her squinting eyes staring back, the flush of the blush indubitably caused by the blood rushing to her head combined with the utter humiliation of exposing her blatantly exposed sex so obscenely, Jo gently slides her cupped hands across the girl’s ears and whispers.  “Not quite done yet… Down a little further, help slip your head out toward me in my hands.”

Guiding her partially by her ears, partially by the neck, Jo tugs and twists, forces the girl’s neck to crane, the back of her head to flatten across the table as her naked body arches, her back bowing, twisting. “Oomph!... Oomph!...... Oomph!”

Arms, the back of the girl’s shoulders flattening across the flat surface, her thighs spreading even further apart, the balls of her feet lift from the table as her toes curl, scrape across the wooden surface.  Her damp vagina hollowing between the puffy folds of her labium as her puckered rectum quivers between her spread buttocks thrusting upwards above the rest of her naked body, her fingers clawing, clench at her ankles as her hanging breasts sway back and forth just above her chin, both nipples hard, pointed.

“There!”  Jo proudly exclaims, the girl’s agonizing contortions almost cartoonish, almost impossible.  Leaning over, hand on table, Jo twists her head from side to side just above the girl’s anguished face.  “You look so hot… So vulnerable like this… And with so many possibilities!”

Reaching up, cupping the girl’s dangling breast with her free hand, feeling the firm, yet soft texture of the tit flesh, Jo leans even closer, flicks her tongue teasingly across the girl’s cheek,  slowly, softly traces across the bottom of her chin, glides the curling tip of her tongue inward between the receptive lips.  Flicking, pressuring the girl’s tongue with hers, squeezing the cupped breast, pinching, tugging the nipple, not gently yet not harshly with her thumb, fingernails, Jo glances into the girl’s squinting eyes as she slips her tongue away, gently cinches the lower lip between her teeth, nibbles, tugs backward.

“Oomph!”  A faint moan as her lip’s gingerly stretched outward, her pleading eyes following Jo’s as Jo slowly leans back until letting her clenching teeth part, slip away.  The girl again moans as her body trembles, her thighs, calves quivering as she continues to struggle for balance, to breathe while bent in her contorted binding.

“Time to play with that spread slit oozing between those quivering butt cheeks up there, don’t you think?”  Jo softly whispers as she teasingly licks a caressing swipe across the girl’s upper lip, slides her hand away the girl’s breast, reaches up to gently flick the nub of the engorging clit.  “Time to give that wet little thing some serious attention too!”

Rising upwards, the palm of a hand spread across each buttock, straddling the girl’s face, Jo leans forward, spreads her parting lips around the moist nub.  Sucking softly inward, twirling her tongue sideways, curling it, she swipes the tip upward, downward, sensing the responding clit swelling inside her mouth, quivering as it’s probed by her flicking tongue, manipulated.  Feeling the rippling tremors of the butt cheeks against her hands, she tastes the moistness of the girl’s sex while listening to the subtle moans, groans coming from below.

Her breasts pressing across the back of the girl’s thighs, her own nipples hardening to the contact, Jo lets her face tilt back as her tongue slips away from the moist slit.  Glancing down, the girl’s hazed eyes staring back, Jo smiles as she slips a hand across a rounded buttock, lets her thumb probe the sphincter muscles surrounding the exposed rectum just above the quivering slit.  Slipping her other hand inward, letting her fingers slide between the parted labia folds, her thumb across the twitching clit, she leans downward, twists her head, softly kisses the girl’s lips.

Feeling the flinching of the uplifted thighs, the receptiveness of the moist, parting lips against her own, Jo gently manipulates the pair of orifices with her flexing fingers as she presses, probes her tongue across the girl’s.  Gently tilting her head away, lifting back, still manipulating her fingers between the outstretched thighs, Jo gazes into the returning stare.

A few moments of masturbating the eye level moist slit, listening to the subtle whimpers from below while returning her stare, Jo leans down and whispers in the girl’s ear.  “Pleasure and pain… Until they become one.”  Slipping her thumb from the puckering rectum, her fingers releasing the throbbing clit, sliding her spread fingernails firmly down the insides of both twitching thighs in front of her, Jo adds.  “Time for an erotic little game… Time to let you feel some candle wax between those legs while masturbating you!”

Stepping back, a couple candles, a ball gag from a corner table and Jo slips the bright red ball between the girl’s lips, stretches the black straps behind her neck and snaps the latches shut.  Smiling down into the widening eyes, glancing toward the pair of dark colored wax candles in her fist, she holds them down for the girl to see as she lights one.  “We’ll start with these.”

Laying the extra candle on the table with the lighter, pressing the palm of her free hand across a rounded butt cheek, Jo waits for the candle to glow, the wax begin to mount across the half dollar sized flat surface beneath the flickering flame as she slowly twirls it in her fingertips.  Pinching at the girl’s labia fold, stretching it outward, Jo glances down into the hollowing slit, glances a little higher at the puckered rectum, back down toward her first target, the moist clit protruding unprotected.

Beginning to slowly lower the tip of the candle, the sensation of dominance give her practically the same unrestrained sensations of being humiliated, of her own naked body being displayed and abused.  Jo finds herself deeply into the moment, her heartbeat escalating, her juices flowing as the palm of her other hand barely scraps back across the girl’s bare butt cheek; her fingernails dragging the puffy fold with it.  Waiting just another moment or so, the wax beginning to trace down the sides of the candle, tilting her hand further, deliberately, she watches the first pool of molten wax flow, drip almost surreally the few inches from the candle’s crown before splashing between the jerking thighs.  The first glob burying the bare clit, the rest drips into the dark parted slit of her gapping vagina.

“Oomph!... Ooooommmmppphhhh!!!... Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Groans, moans, then screeches as the girl’s naked body bucks in her restraints.  The ball gag muffling most of the shrieks, Jo smiles to herself as she twists the candle upright, watches the flame flicker, the wax to again begin to pool across the molten flat surface.

“Now… Now.”   Jo smirks as the flame flickers, reflects from her eyes.  “Just a little wax… Before we’re done, you’ll feel the wax in a lot more places then just your tight little cunt.”  Feeling the Dominatrix side of herself evolving, realizing the wax isn’t really going to cause any serious injury or even intolerable pain, she again tips the candle with calculated deliberation, lowers it above the girl’s rectum.

“Oomph!... Oomph!......Oomph!”  More grunts, not quite as pronounced as Jo twirls the candle, watches the dripping wax instantly clump, fleck between the twitching butt cheeks, covering the puckered rim of the girl’s rectum.  Again a slight smile crosses Jo’s lips as the candle’s twisted in her fist, turned just a couple inches above the quivering naked flesh.  “Oomph…Aggghhh!”

The wax dripping, flowing within the crevasse of the spread buttocks, dripping into the girl’s spreading vagina from the opposite direction, Jo again twists the candle upright, watches the dark liquid wax dulling in color; harden into speckles of shimmering wax across the dancing butt cheeks.

“Uuuummmmppphhh!”

Listening to the exhilarating sounds of yet another shriek muffled by the ball gag, watching the contorted naked body in front of her trembling, jerking at the roped bindings, Jo kneels, glances at the girl’s reddening eyes, back toward the candle as she holds it steady, the wax mounting as it melts across it’s glistening flat surface.

“Let’s try a little here.”  Pressing the candle forward above the widening eyes staring up at her from the table, tilting her fingers, Jo watches the splash of wax adhere to the upturned nipple, the remnants drip down onto the girl’s chin.  “Aggghhh!”  Twisting her wrist, tilting the candle above the other jiggling nipple, Jo watches the flow of wax streak across that globular mound, drip across the girl’s twisting cheek.  “Uuummmpphh!”

Leaning back, standing upright, reaching for the other candle, Jo waves the lit one back and forth, lets a pattern of wax flow, build between the spread thighs in front of her face, form a mound above the puckered rectum.  “Now!”  She smirks as she slips the bottom of the unlit candle into the wax, shoving downward, twisting, turning the waxen shaft into the girl’s flinching rectum as her clenched fist tilts the lit candle, lets the molten wax flow, drip across her fingertips.

“Aaaaaggghhhh!”

Another smile, actually more of a smirk as Jo feels the candle slipping downward, two, three or more inches as it stands firmly upright in its new mount.  Glancing down at the girl’s face, tilting the lit candle, the fresh wick flickering, the second candle slowly lighting, Jo turns the lit candle, slips its shaft downward into the spread slit of the twitching vagina.  Sinking it inward, adjusting it’s depth at four or so inches, she watches its wax stream down its shaft, puddle across the quivering labia folds as the girl shrieks.

“Aaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!!!”

Stepping back, watching as the second flame slowly builds to match the first, watching the girl squirm, the wax tracing down the dark waxen shafts, pooling around their bottoms, the remnants dripping onto the naked flesh, again Jo’s pulse quickens, the sensations almost sexual deep inside.  Kneeling, tilting her face forward, again with parting lips she presses her mouth against the girl’s.  Tracing her fingertips through the girl’s twisted hair spread around her head on the table, nibbling on the quivering lower lip, glancing into her welling eyes, she listens to her whimpers corresponding with the dripping wax between the stretched thighs.

“I could be using leather straps… Or skewers.”  Jo quietly and calmly explains.  “And… You could be drinking my urine too!… Just like your Mistress just got done doing to me.”  Watching the girl’s anguished expression of shock, again smiling as she reaches up, cups a dangling breast, flicking the wax from the nipple with her thumbnail, Jo adds.  “Real soon… I’m getting my turn with her… She doesn’t even know it yet… But it’ll happen, believe me… And you’ll have a choice then too… Who you’ll want to be with.”  Leaning forward, another soft kiss on the lips, tracing her fingertips through the girl’s hair one slow stroke at a time, she leans back as she watches a couple flecks of wax drip across the girl’s cheek, forehead, from above.

Standing, flicking a thumbnail into, then through the more then warm wax covering the reddened clit, Jo presses firmly downward, twists gently against the moist nub.   Reaching further down with her other hand, cupping a bare breast, she squeezes the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.  Stroking, twirling both nubs, feeling the girl’s body reflexively responding, Jo whispers.  “Pain and pleasure… Pleasure and pain.”

Feeling the softness of the girl’s contorted body, just as sensual to her as any man’s, as it responds to her manipulations she realizes her lusts are equally divided, man or woman, pleasure or pain, Dom or Sub, anything seems to go.

End Chapter 17