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Continuing with exhibitionist party story. All characters are over 18 years old…

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One morning before breakfast, I was in the kitchen preparing food with Keiko when Melody and Sara lazily sauntered in and jumped up to a seat on the counter across the kitchen. We were all nude, as usual, while I turned to admire Sara’s gravity-defying tits perform one heavy bounce in rhythm to her jump onto the counter. And as both girls have obviously abandoned all modesty, they sit on the counter with their legs comfortably apart, giving me a clear view of their tight, smooth and very pink pussy lips. I can’t help but excuse myself around the corner, saying I needed something out of the pantry, but really just getting out of view of the three women so I could give my dick a good hard squeeze and tug.

It was already mid-morning, but after a late night the girls were cursing the two maids for making too much noise and waking them, and even on a day they usually don’t show up. There was usually a trio of female maids that normally clean on Wednesdays only, but one of the girls was off that week, so I agreed to let two of them clean on that Tuesday and Friday. All three of the maids, Carmen, Daniela and Lucia were from Cuba, and spoke limited English. Carmen and Lucia were in their late twenties and Daniela was in her early twenties.

As my usual, my thoughts drifted to the nudie potential of these three Latinas during their job interview. They were all decent looking, but not spectacular, and very far removed from the Latin hotties that paraded through the South Beach clubs. But even though I didn’t have a burning desire to see them naked, they did seem to be hip enough for audience potential in our home full of exhibitionists. The three agreed to clean the house two mornings per week, even after Keiko and I hinted that we had a “relaxed” dress code. Only the younger Daniela seemed to understand enough English to get the hint, coyly cracking a mischievous little smile. And without fully divulging her realization, she quickly agreed for all three that they would take the job.

The three cleaning ladies were definitely surprised though when they showed up the second week to find our entire family walking around completely nude, totally casual and care free. We just went on about our business, not even asking if the maids were uncomfortable with boobs and dicks gyrating freely in the house and backyard.

The three maids were very adept at averting their gaze towards us, especially if a dick flopped by. As they usually cleaned in the morning, they didn’t see any real sex play going on, which usually starts in the afternoons. Although they did on occasion see some morning wood from us guys just waking up, which always seemed to embarrass them to no end.

But one balmy morning Christine and I were the only ones in the house, catching up on some work. She hadn’t been by for a few weeks, so my pent up lust for her was obvious when my dick rose instantly to attention at seeing her bottomless at my front door. When we worked, Christine always stood at the big office table, leaning over the myriad of papers. I always enjoyed seeing those big, pendulous boobs swipe across the table, and lusting at her heart-shaped ass that she kept rhythmically swaying back and forth.

We took frequent breaks that morning, for me to gorge on her soft pussy, or to feel her pouty mouth around my erect dick. We really didn’t care if the maids saw us, as half of the fun was performing for an audience. The maids were doing their thing as usual, but seemed to be following us around, taking long glances at Christine and I, while whispering between each other. Christine soon had that look in her eye, wanting to put on a real exhibition, so she excitedly pulled me down the hall and found the three maids cleaning the front living room.

She bounced through the living room, playfully swinging that shapely ass and tossing her long, silky black hair on her way to the stereo system across the big, sunshine-filled room. My CD collection and stereo system was in a shelved display unit close to the floor. Most people would have just squat down to sift through the music collection. But Christine was being true to her character, and the sexy minx bent all the way over from her hips, keeping her legs straight and spread enough so she was fully displaying her womanhood for me and the three stunned maids.

She used her legendary flexibility to keep her ass high in the air while swaying it seductively back and forth to the rhythm of a song she was humming. As she frantically tried to find the CD containing the song in her head, we could all easily see her engorged pussy lips as they glistened in a sunbeam. The scene was mesmerizing to the extreme. I glanced over toward Carmen, Daniela and Lucia, delighted to see their shocked and amazed reaction. They tried hard to avert their gaze toward Christine, but were overcome by the memorizing scene and became powerless to turn away.

The two older maids Kumköy escort glanced nervously my direction every few seconds, seemingly to gauge my reaction and probably hoping I would put a stop to the debauchery. But intertwined within those scornful glances, I detected a slight childish giggle. After a few cycles of this, the scorn seemed to begin subsiding, replaced with an obvious sexual eagerness and wide-eyed roaming up and down my tanned, naked body, eagerly on display for the four admiring ladies.

I suspected their conservative upbringing in Cuba was contributing to a powerful moral conflict, as I suspected none of them had ever seen such a raunchy display of hairless pussy lips and engorged cock out in the open. Daniela though was transfixed on Christine’s swaying ass, not appearing to be shocked at all, but instead, appeared to be shyly envious. I would’ve loved to have been privy to her thoughts at that moment. But as I would discover later, she was eager with desire to do something like that. Her taught Latin body was flush with raging hormones, just waiting to break free from her highly-religious, prudish upbringing.

Christine started the music and began to perform a sexy little dance, swinging her hips seductively and kneading her voluptuous globes. I casually looked down to check if I was becoming erect and realized that I had been stroking my dick, probably for some time, obviously unaware of my actions, but eager and ready to slide into Christine’s sumptuous pussy. But I would have to wait a little longer, for she was just getting started with her little tease performance. She danced around the big room, jiggling, squeezing, groping and spreading every part of her sexy body. I joined in the chase, and took every opportunity to show off to our three spellbound guests. To say the room was scorching hot was a gross understatement.

The memorized Daniela was beside herself with lust, watching Christine and I romp around. The girl was sweating profusely and her nipples were poking through her bra and heavy shirt like bullets. I stopped dancing a few times and posed inches from her, as I gyrated my fully-erect dick for her as if it was a sword in battle. Christine also teased the poor maid, exhibiting with confidence and offering plenty of revealing views of her hairless pussy. Daniela was about to burst.

Christine then struck a pose in the middle of the room, bent over from the waist again and parted her legs wide. I made my approach, but was stopped mere inches from her glistening pussy. The lovely Christine, who was always in control, motioned toward Daniela with a look of both empathy of her frustration and also encouragement to take the next step. It was obvious what Daniela really wanted to do, but her moral conflict had a tight hold on her modesty. But Christine’s encouragement and acceptance gave Daniela the strength to release her inhibitions.

Then, without hesitation, she stripped her clothes off her sweaty body and ceremoniously threw each piece as far away from her as she could. She was shaking like a leaf from the flood of emotions washing over her, but she did it. Waving off protests from Carmen and Lucia the whole time, she stood naked and proud. Her nipples were noticeably big and hard. I also assumed that her pussy was probably dripping wet by now, although hidden behind a very hairy bush. She had a skinny, but still very curvy body, sporting a sizable set of perky c-cup tits. I was pleasantly impressed with what she was hiding under those baggy clothes. I was sure hoping she would continue being nude, possibly even while she cleans our house twice a week.

The newest nudie watched intently as the show resumed. Christine backed into me, burying my purple-headed monster deep into her slippery pussy. Daniela had one hand furiously diddling her crotch while the other hungrily groped her tits, as she intently watched Christine and I fuck. We fucked until we both collapsed in ecstasy, smiling at our appreciative audience the whole time.

With the show over, the older maids, Carmen and Lucia slowly regained their composure and walked hurriedly down the hall, muttering something in Spanish in decidedly judgmental tones. After a few minutes of girl chat, Daniela gave Christine a big hug, thanked her profusely, and skipped down the hall, still naked.

Later that morning, Christine and I were back working in the office, when she caught a glimpse of the three maids walking past the hall door. Gaining my attention, my naked coworker said, “Wow, did you see that! It looks like Daniela is still naked, but I thought I saw another naked ass run by. You don’t think… na, it couldn’t be. Let’s go check it out.” I followed Christine, in full chase, down the long hall and into the kitchen. We rounded the corner, and sure enough, Carmen and Lucia were as naked as Daniela. There were three sets of boobs jiggling away, as the curvy Latin maids busily wiped down the counters. Daniela, beaming with pride at her accomplishment, Kumköy escort bayan explained how she convinced Carmen and Lucia to stop resisting and follow the house rules.

Every week after that the three maids did all their cleaning fully nude. Daniela was the boldest, her enthusiasm fueling her newfound freedom. She was a delight to watch, coming up with very creative ways to use her cleaning tools as sexual props. I would often take a break from working just to locate her broom and take a long whiff of pussy scent that always coated the handle. But my favorite trick was how she integrated her perky C-cups into her cleaning routine. Like when she would spray down a counter and then use her tits on the cloth instead of her hands to wipe it down. With just about everything she did, she acted as if those perky tits and bullet nipples always seemed to be in the way; an obvious attempt to bring attention to her assets accompanied by a brush against some hard object.

We definitely brought out the daring exhibitionist in Daniela. Unlike her shy coworkers, Daniela always volunteered to clean the windows or answer the front door for a delivery. Her older coworkers, Carmen and Lucia, tried to keep a lid on Daniela’s sexual experimentation and prowess, as older sisters would, but after a few weeks just gave up trying.

Brandon was sure surprised during his next morning visit. He usually dropped by for the single delight of showing off his nude body to the usually-clothed maids, but had mixed feelings upon discovering they had begun cleaning in the nude. He liked seeing their bare tits and pussies on full display, while also a little disappointed that he would no longer get the thrill of exposing himself to clothed people. His disappointment was short lived though, as he and Daniela were soon openly fucking at every opportunity.

Keiko and I told the three maids about our big nudist party, and offered to pay them generously to help us with the prep, clean up and wait service during the party. They initially agreed, but the two older maids pleaded to be allowed to wear clothes during the actual party when the house was full of naked strangers. A lengthy negotiation ensued, with the final agreement that they could wear lingerie during the party, but they had to be nude before and after. As for the lingerie selection, they could fully-cover their crotches, which had so much hair that you couldn’t see anything anyway, but their nipples had to be either in the open or visible through a sheer top.

Daniela of course was just all giggles and jiggles, as she imagined being a naked waitress at a party full of bouncing cocks and jiggling boobs. We told her she could be as naked as she wanted, and even encouraged her to ramp up the teasing. Since she was such a natural flirt, and had a killer body, we had big plans for her to join Melody and Sara at the party as the instigation girls. They would encourage the guests, by whatever means possible, to push the erotic tease and exhibition games.

Continuing with our party planning evening on the patio, each person had a few ideas for sexy party games and events for the nudist party that would start around noon and continue long into the evening.

Sophie, the newest member, still had most of us guessing as to how far she would take her lustful desires into our nudist environment. It was delightful though seeing her in the moonlight across the table. She was casually leaning way back in her chair, offering everybody a clear view of her big tits splayed out across her chest. My dick would twitch every time those marvelous mammaries jiggled in rhythm to her gestures.

I could tell from the expression on her face though that her erotic wheels were turning up there, so I pressed her to spill her thoughts. She was a little hesitant, but finally revealed her idea for a little performance during the late evening at the party. She figured all the guests would be pretty liquored up and horny as hell by midnight, so she thought it would be a perfect time to perform a solo erotic dance routine. Sophie hadn’t worked out the details, but vowed to practice diligently for a performance that she hoped would have most of the room in orgasm. My erect dick whacked the underside of the table upon hearing this, not having a doubt she could pull it off.

Megan, the bubbly all-American blond with the mermaid hair, volunteered to be the official party photographer. She got pretty good with her new digital camera, and was disappointed in herself for not taking it with her on that first boat trip to the keys. She really wanted a record of her first time being publicly nude and vowed to never miss that opportunity again. So on every trip since, she had been taking plenty of pictures. Nothing was off limits, and she had a flair for capturing people’s emotions, especially when we were introducing a new person to the nudist lifestyle. Most of us were a little nervous if the pictures ended up on the internet, but Megan always Escort Kumköy reassured us that whenever she did post a picture, it was done with taste and on a reputable site.

For the party, Megan explained that she had a couple games in mind that would be both funny and titillating. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when she said “titillating”. But Megan was never one to dismiss a pun-centric comment as an opportunity for some erotic teasing. So she strutted around the patio table and sat her hairless pussy on my lap, demanding that I tweak and suck her “tits” until her nipples were good and hard. I obliged, but it took less than a minute to accomplish my task. She then returned to her own patio chair and continued explaining the games she had in mind.

One of the games was called, “guess the pussy or cock”, which involved her taking a close-up picture of each guests’ genitals. Then at the end of the night, she planned on gathering everybody in the big front room and showing each genital in turn on the big TV. People had to guess who the dick or pussy belonged to, but while the pictures were being shown everybody had to cover or conceal their crotch to prevent any cheating. We all agreed this sounded like a great idea.

But Keiko then upped the ante by adding a stipulation that each pussy or dick must be adorned in some way only for the picture, either with some kind of prop, restraint, toy, jewelry or something else that creatively celebrated the fact that their usually very private genitals were on the big screen for an admiring audience of strangers. Keiko giggled when saying, “If you’re going to be on stage, you might as well dress up!” We all excitedly agreed and made sure to buy more goodies that Megan could offer up during her rounds with the camera.

My dick became hard just imagining the tight-bodied Megan working her way through the party guests, convincing each person to dress up their genitals for a close-in picture. Megan agreed when I suggested she include our bubbly Latin maid, Daniela, to accompany her during her rounds. I was sure the sexy pair wouldn’t have any problems convincing guests to spread their legs for posterity.

Thinking out loud, Melody piped in with a possible problem to the adornment scheme. She asked the group, “What if some girl’s pussy isn’t out in the open like us, and still has a full bush concealing the goods? We’d never be able to guess whose it is, even if the forest is parted with a couple fingers.” We all thought about that for a bit, when after a while I thought of a plan. I asked the group, and everybody agreed that any proper nudist always kept their genitals clean and neatly free of pubic hair. Going on that, I suggested we offer a clean-up service to any guest who arrives without cleanly-shaven dick, balls or pussy. It was the least we could do, and if we could pull it off, I wanted to offer a professional to ease any hesitations from a reluctant hairy guest.

I continued, and suggested that we convince, and probably would need to pay handsomely, the Vietnamese twins who did the grooming at Keiko’s nail spa. They were probably open to setting up a pubic hair removal station in one of our back bedrooms for the party. They were in their early twenties and wore outfits that accentuated their obviously-enhanced tits. I got a hard on each time I saw either of them, and our party guests would be very appreciative if Keiko could convince them to work the party in the nude.

Keiko had an appointment at the nail spa that next week, so Melody tagged along to help with the party invite. The mother and daughter team were fully prepared if a demonstration was required. They booked a time when the spa was relatively quiet and dressed for quick access. It took a bit of convincing, but the sexy twins agreed to set up shop at the party for the afternoon, but were skeptical about the nudity thing, believing that nobody was that daring to be naked around strangers. The twins were then totally shocked when Keiko and Melody proved their dedication as exhibitionists, when during their pedicures, they both lifted their short skirts up to their waists and fully unbuttoned their nearly see-through white tops.

Not wearing any underwear, the twin stylists were totally shocked when they looked up to see hairless pussies and surgically-enhanced tits on full display to the entire salon and anybody walking by the front window. The Vietnamese stylists realized the girls were obviously serious, but still didn’t fully agree to be nude at the party. They didn’t actually say no, so there was still hope.

Megan was on a roll with party game ideas and suggested, well purred, that it would be fun for her and Melody to perform a short piece on the piano during the big show. We all thought it would be an excellent idea, but Sara added that it should be more than just two nude chicks playing a piano, since the party was going to have an exhibitionist theme. Megan then coyly revealed, “I always wanted to see what it would feel like to play the piano with a fully-stuffed pussy. But not in front of an audience though, way too embarrassing.” I asked her, “Not even if the entire audience was nude this time?” I was referring to the two concerts she gave at the university when she played a full concerto in the nude.

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Claiming Katy Ch. 08

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[Author’s note: This story was originally posted in “Lesbian Sex”, but due to the heavy sadomasochistic themes of the series, I have moved it to “BDSM”.]

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–Dr Isabella Pacetti’s Notes:

To recap: Katy has introduced Sophie to the cellar of Mrs Alderney’s house, a room which is effectively a dungeon. Unable to explain her motivation, confused by her nerves and feeling teased by her friend, she lashes out and insults Sophie. Not remotely hurt by the insult and forgiving her immediately, Sophie nevertheless uses this as an excuse to promise Katy more punishment. Katy is delighted.

The apparent sadism of the following events may appear brutal, but I hope it is clear that these women are all consenting adults fulfilling their desires.

–Katy’s Statement:

The remainder of my afternoon was busy. I had neglected or messed up most of my chores all day, and now I had to get all of Sophie’s bedding washed and dried and returned to her room before six o’clock. At six I had to prepare and serve the evening meals. At seven o’clock I had to report to the cellar.

I made Sophie’s bed and briefly tidied the room, not disturbing the unpacked shopping bags. I noted they were expensive-looking bags, with the branding of quite exclusive clothing and shoe shops. Sophie had spent a lot of money today. I was fascinated by what she might have bought, and I longed to peek inside, but I didn’t dare, and I didn’t have time.

I cooked a light meal of grilled fresh fish, a recipe I’m quite good at. I know I’m a mediocre cook (though a lot better than when I started at Mrs Alderney’s) and I wanted to do nothing to spoil things.

I served up two dishes — unable to face any food myself — and was preparing to take them to wherever my mistresses were eating tonight, when I heard the clip-clip of shoes on the kitchen floor behind me. I turned to see Sophie, dressed as she had been all day in her clinging blouse and trousers and her stiletto boots. She crossed the floor with a dry smile on her face and a tall glass of white wine in her hand.

“Good evening Katy,” said Sophie, grinning. “That smells lovely. I’ll eat mine here, thank you. Mrs Alderney will have hers in the office.”

I nodded and arranged a knife and fork around one of the plates. I scooped up the other and hurried into the office.

Mrs Alderney was seated behind her desk, reading, but unusually she had a bottle of wine open on the desk beside her, and a half-full glass in her hand.

“Thank you, Katy. How was your day?”

I arranged plate and cutlery and stood back, wringing my hands absent-mindedly.

“Well, good, I think, Madame. Erm. But Miss Sophie wants me to go to the cellar at seven. Erm. If that’s all right.”

Mrs Alderney paused with her glass touching her lip.

“Of course it is. Her Key, her cellar, her Katy. I hope you don’t question her actions to her face. Or is that why she is taking you to the cellar? No…” She held up a warning hand as my mouth opened “…it’s of no consequence. Just try to be attentive.”

“Yes Madame. Thank you. Will you be having a sweet course?”

“I don’t think so, thank you.” She glanced at her watch. “You have a quarter of an hour, Katy. You should go and see that Miss Burton has everything she needs, then go and make yourself presentable. Please try to be on you best behaviour. I believe she will be looking for faults.”

I felt a sudden chill. They had been sharing a drink, hadn’t they? “What..? Has she told you that?”

“No Katy,” Mrs Alderney smiled, “she has told me she will be punishing you this evening, that’s all.”

“Did she… did she tell you why?”

“Katy, I know nothing of what has gone between you, beyond what I can read on your body. Nor have I asked. I think you should be attending to Miss Burton, don’t you?”

“Yes Madame. Thank you…”

Sophie wasn’t in the kitchen. Half a glass of wine and half a plate of food were on the table. I looked around in a panic, as though I might find some trace of her. The clock still said ten-to-seven. Then I heard clip-clip on the stone steps to the cellar and Sophie emerged.

“It’s unlocked,” she said coolly, “if you’ve finished all your chores you can go down and wait for me.” She slid back onto a chair and continued to eat.

“I… I should wash up when you’ve eaten. And Madame—”

Sophie waved dismissively. “No, that can wait. I’d like you to spend some time in the cellar, thinking. You can go down, stand facing the tool racks and look at the contents. Consider each one. Think about how it might feel to wear the restraints. Try to imagine how the whips feel, if you don’t know already. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Sophie. Thank you.” I was shivering. I looked at her, desperately wishing she would hold me and soothe me. So I thrilled when she looked up and smiled gently.

“Don’t wind yourself up again, Katy.” She held out her hand and I took it. I was gently squeezed. “I’m not angry, remember. This afternoon you practically begged me Bostancı Yabancı Escort to take you down there and hurt you. This is all your choice. You can think about that while you’re down there, too.”

This wasn’t quite the reassurance I had been seeking, but it was entirely true. I nodded, mumbled my thanks and pattered towards the cellar.

I looked at the restraints, the harnesses, the spacer bars, and I dutifully pictured how each could be used the shape me and pose me. How they would expose my most intimate, delicate parts to the easy cruelty of a barely interested mistress. How they would make me wriggle like a worm, or flail uselessly like an upturned beetle or dangle like a fish on a line. I could be twisted, pinned, opened wide. I would be an object.

I had already sat and thought about all of these things. I had lain in bed and thought about them… Of course, they had been fantasy objects then; Madame had never shown any interest in actually using most of them.

I didn’t honestly know how most of the whips would feel. I knew that there were floggers and beaters that were designed to be noisy and scary but do little harm. I also knew there were serious weapons – like the cane, the crop, and the cat — which could cut me and scar me if they were used correctly. I had suffered their kind of pain often enough of course, but until the previous night I didn’t realise there were whole landscapes of agony still to be mapped out on my body. I looked at my hands and saw they were shaking. I seemed to have no blood in me. I felt sick.

I heard the clip-clip on the stairs and made an involuntary sobbing sound. I stood up very straight and faced the wall.

The footsteps travelled to one of the high stools on the opposite side of the room. Something in my head was telling me something was wrong, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything but my nerves.

Then I heard a similar clip-clip on the stairs and I realised Miss Sophie was not sitting behind me. I spun on the spot and saw Mrs Alderney perched demurely on the stool, sipping at a full glass of wine. She was dressed in her office clothes, the dark suit and skirt, dark sheer stockings and low-heeled shoes. I gaped. Mrs Alderney looked impassively at me and made a tiny gesture with a finger: turn around.

I turned, and now my jaw was quivering. I stared blindly ahead as Sophie entered the room.

“Hello Mrs Alderney. Are you comfortable there or would you prefer the Throne?”

“Here is fine, thank you.”

Sophie clicked her fingers. “Katy! Come here!” Her voice was still informal and not unkind, but quite impossible to defy. I turned with painful slowness and shuffled towards the women. Sophie was also still in her crisp office clothes, and she too had a glass of wine. She also had a half-empty bottle and she now placed both on the workbench. She smiled and took my hand again.

“This is the first time I’ve properly disciplined you Katy, so I’ve invited Mrs Alderney to observe. She is observing me, Katy. She might speak with me. She is interested in me, not you, do you understand? Don’t bother her.”

“Yes Miss Sophie. I mean… no…”

Sophie nodded and stroked my hair absently as she turned back to Mrs Alderney. She was still holding my hand.

“So I was thinking,” she said in subtly different tone, speaking now to Mrs Alderney, “I don’t want to use her pussy, partly because that’s taken a lot of punishment recently, and partly because I don’t want to directly stimulate her. Ditto her breasts. Katy, lift up your dress, hold it over your face, I want to see your torso. Thank you.”

I was dazed. I had spent all this time staring in terror at Mrs Alderney, while Mrs Alderney ignored me and nodded at Sophie. Now I was forced to let go of Sophie’s hand and raise the hem of my dress until my body was exposed but my face was covered. I let my breath warm my face as I listened to Sophie’s voice and felt her hand wandering over my skin, pointing to illustrate her monologue.

“See, her breasts are badly striped and her nipples have got some bruising. I used her bobby pins by the way, here and on her labia. She responded very well, in many ways, worth experimenting with. Not today, though. There’s some bruising here inside the thighs, you can see, that’s just from a belt, but she’s sore, look…”

A finger flicked the skin on the inside of my left thigh and I squeaked.

“…So I’ll leave that for a day or so. So I think I’m left with her legs and back, which are completely clear, and her buttocks which haven’t really been beaten since I took charge of her. Turn around, Katy.”

I shuffled around on the spot and felt my knickers being pulled this way and that.

“Some therapeutic spanking, but no real marks left there. So that will be the main focus tonight, aside from a few, you know, punctuations.” A warm hand patted my right breast and I flinched. “Cover yourself up now.”

As I smoothed my dress against my body, shyly from one woman to the other. Sophie Bostancı Yeni Escort was taking a drink and Mrs Alderney was gazing intently at Sophie.

Why did it have to be like this? Why both of them? I knew I deserved punishment, but this was already terrifying agony. Certainly there was a strange masochistic thrill in being displayed and discussed like livestock, but where was it leading? Were they ganging up on me after all?

Both women returned their attention to me at once, and I hastily looked down at the floor.

“Okay Katy? Go to the blackboard please.”

As I turned and padded silently to face the board, I heard Mrs Alderney speak.

“Do you have a lesson planned? Or is only punishment warranted?”

The conversation was not meant for my ears, and even in the quiet of the cellar I had to listen hard.

“No, I thought I’d do it in three parts: first the lesson, identifying the misdemeanour; second the exercises to drive home the lesson; finally the punishment. I’m hoping the punishment will also reinforce the lesson. We’ll see.”

The footsteps clip-clipped across the floor and stopped behind me. A hand stroked my neck and I shivered with pleasure in spite of my numb fear. Sophie spoke in a whisper that I could barely hear.

“Okay, baby. I know we talked about this earlier, and we know where we stand. But I would like you to tell me now, in a loud clear voice, what you have asked to be punished for.”

I took a moment, cleared my throat and closed my eyes. I was at the top of hill, and it fell away steeply in front of me. I was about to tumble out of control.

“Miss Sophie, please may I be punished for… for insulting you Miss Sophie?”

“You may, good girl. Pick up the chalk and write on the board what you called me. Write it across the top in big capital letters, and put it in quotation marks.”

I stood still with my eyes closed. Please, not this. I didn’t mean…

“Obey me promptly, Katy. I’m being gentle with you, but don’t take advantage.”

I lurched forward and snatched up a stick of chalk from the base of the blackboard. I reached up with a trembling hand and wrote in careful letters:

SMUG FUCKING BITCH

I heard Mrs Alderney shift suddenly on her stool. My head snapped around to look at her, and saw an expression of shock and anger on her face. I opened my mouth, desperate to explain, but Sophie’s hand gripped my jaw tightly and jerked my head back around to face the board.

“Eyes forward, pay attention. I won’t tell you again.” Her voice remained calm and soft, and I looked at her with large eyes, looking for comfort. But her face was impassive. As she spoke now she went to the tool rack and selected a nasty–looking cane. It was little more than a three-foot length of narrow wood, with a few inches of leather bound tightly around it at one end for a grip. The whole thing was dyed black.

“So you insulted me, and you think you should be punished. But let’s talk about why. Why do you think this is bad?”

I looked her in the eye and shook my head. “It isn’t true,” I whispered.

Sophie smiled. “Good girl. Write on the board: Not True.”

I hastily wrote the words, in slightly larger letters than the phrase at the top.

“Why else?”

I thought for a few seconds.

“They’re bad words?” I ventured. Sophie smiled even wider and nodded.

“Good. Write: Not Polite.”

I obeyed and then looked at Sophie for instructions.

“Nothing else, Katy? I mean… was it justified? Even if it is a lie, had I done something to deserve your abuse?” I shook my head frantically. “But you said it, why?”

“Because you… you were teasing me. But you tease me a lot and I like it, and this was no different, so it’s my fault.”

Sophie beamed at me, pretending to be proud, but mocking me. All at once it was humiliating and pleasurable. “Well done Katy. Good girl. Write: Not Fair.”

I did so, considering how Sophie was saying ‘Good girl’ like I was dog. I knew I should feel insulted, but to my shame I felt my heart leap every time I heard it. I imagine dogs feel the same.

“I think you should read that out, and then we’ll move on.”

I cleared my throat again and read out loud.

“SMUG FUCKING BITCH

NOT TRUE.

NOT POLITE.

NOT FAIR.”

I looked for approval again, secretly hoping for another ‘Good girl’, but Sophie was already walking back to the tool rack, gently tapping the cane against her leg as she browsed the restraints. She soon selected a pair of ordinary handcuffs, took the key from them and put it in her pocket. She returned to me, swishing the cane from side to side.

“Exercises now. Take off your dress please.”

I was suddenly aware of my growing arousal as I pulled the dress over my head. The movement was instinctive and familiar, yet always gave me a tingle of pleasure, whatever the circumstances. I folded it and placed it carefully on the nearest stool. Sophie pointed across the room with her cane.

“Go Bostancı Masaj Salonu and put on your leash, Katy.”

I followed her direction and scampered around the room to where the dog leash was hanging from the ceiling track. I stood on tiptoe and fastened the collar around my neck, lifting my chin to ease the pressure on my throat.

“Come here.”

I tottered around the room, swaying and lurching as I towed the chain through its track behind me. When I neared Sophie I saw she was laughing silently at me. She gave me the gentlest possible tap with the cane and said, “Do another circuit. It’s priceless.”

As I went around the room again I risked a glance at Mrs Alderney, and thought I saw a trace of a smile on her lips too. This sent a flame of excitement through me and I walked with a little more pride. I stopped in front of Sophie, unable to keep a smile from my own lips. Sophie reached forward to take both of my hands. Slowly and gently she lifted my hands until they were level with my head. When she let go I clasped my hands behind my neck.

“Turn.”

I shuffled around on the spot and shuddered when the cold metal of the cuffs caressed my wrists and then closed with a sort of rattling click. The metal bound my wrists together, and fixed them behind the leash, so that they could not move far.

My breath squeaked nervously when I felt the tip of the cane halfway down my back.

“Turn.”

I turned, and this time the cane tickled my skin as I moved. When I was finally looking up into Sophie’s cool eyes, the cane was pointing into the middle of my ribcage. With a cold, unmoving expression on her face, Sophie began to stroke the cane from side to side across my chest. It didn’t hurt, but the cane caught my nipples and flicked them, making my breasts jiggle slightly, and making me gasp and twitch.

“Exercises,” said Sophie and a low, stern voice. “Name-calling. I am going to give you some names to call yourself. And while these will be true, and they will be fair, they will not be polite. This…” she tapped the cane against my face, “… will help me to keep your concentration. All understood?”

I nodded.

Sophie stood close, so that I could faintly smell her perfume.

“First name. We’ll pick on one of your perversions. A fetish. Tell me in loud, clear voice, why you’re jealous of my bedroom carpet.”

My mouth gaped and my voice deserted me. Not like this, please! I would admit anything to Sophie, and would tell Madame all of my most shameful secrets, but not like this, please…

I turned to look at Mrs Alderney, silently pleading, although I didn’t know what for. Once again Sophie jerked my face around. This time she slapped my cheek hard, making me cry out.

“Bad girl!” Sophie’s voice was sharp but not angry, and she delivered another slap to the same cheek. “Bad girl! Bad!” A third stinging blow, and I wanted to get away, but I was helpless and could only squirm and whine. I loved it when she slapped me, or kicked my face, but to receive it as punishment made me want to cry.

“I’m sorry Miss Sophie! I’m sorry!”

“You will pay attention and you will obey me. You’ll only make this session worse for yourself. I can hit you twice as hard and in much tenderer places without any inconvenience. Now answer the question. What makes you want to kiss the floor wherever I’ve been standing?”

I closed my eyes again and whimpered.

“Your feet, Miss Sophie. Oh god, your feet. I lov… worship them…”

Sophie grinned wickedly. She was clearly starting to enjoy the evening, but for once that didn’t give me any pleasure. I couldn’t stop myself imagining Mrs Alderney, sitting so close behind me, watching and listening and taking in all of my abasement. Sophie turned to the blackboard and wrote:

IT IS AGREED THAT KATY IS A:

“DIRTY FOOT-LICKER”

“When I strike you, you will tell me what you are and thank me. Understand?”

“Yes Miss S…”

The cane whipped around the back of my thighs, fast and shocking, and I shrieked, flinching and staggering on the spot, feeling the leash tighten against my throat. The cane twitched menacingly and I spoke quickly.

“I’madirtyfoot-licker! Thank you Miss Sophie!” I whined and grimaced and rubbed my legs together pointlessly. There was the familiar intense aching in a stripe across the back of my thighs. It was clear she was not going to hold back.

“Good. Second name…” Sophie regarded me calmly and thought for a moment. “Let’s consider that you have traded your body for purposes of sex. That makes you a whore. You gave me your body, sexually, in exchange for a kind of payment. That makes you a whore. That fact that your payment was in the form of pain makes you pathetic. You’re a… pathetic… whore.”

She wrote “PATHETIC WHORE” as she spoke. She turned and brought the cane around in a wide arc and struck savagely at my hip. As ever, this second blow was worse, the sound of it was icy and cruel as it tore towards my already aching flesh. I squealed as the cane added a second stripe to my legs.

“Aaow! Whore, Miss Sophie, I’m a pathetic whore. Thank you Miss Sophie.”

“Well, the third is easy, it’s the reason you were selling your body for pain. You were desperate for orgasms, and you were willing to do anything for them, yes?”

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