Male Maid
by Unknown
(BT-116)


FOREWORD 

Brent Miller bent in his bra and panties before the hot bitch who held a 
thin bamboo cane in her hand. She tapped it smartly against the supple black 
leather of her boot as he licked the tips of her footwear, feeling her toes 
flexing beneath the waxed, shiny surface that he was licking. His cock was 
hard against his red silk panties, and he longed to feel it. 'Does my little 
worm like to lick his mistress' boots? Lick them harder you little shit, 
lick them harder, or the whipping that I am about to give you will leave you 
so sore that you will not be able to sit down for a week." 

He licked furiously then, moaning with hot desire in the back of his throat, 
smelling the leather and the polish, kissing her booted toes. She raised her 
boots, one by one, so that he could lick on their heels. She felt her cunt 
getting hot from watching the servitude that she was exacting from her 
slave. 

He was hot from the feel of the panties against his hard dick, and it was 
dripping now, he juices leaking faster and faster from its tip. He hoped 
that after she had whipped him she would let him masturbate for him, coming 
onto her toes, and then he knew that he would lick them clean, abasing 
himself before her. The straps of his bra were tight across his back, and 
she reached down and snapped them against his skin, laughing as he winced 
with pain when she did that? The air of the room was very still, and was 
getting full of the smell Sofie's cunt. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The sleek red shoes that the model was wearing looked like a potential hot 
item to Sofie Seton, and she made a note to tell one of her designers to 
make a cheap copy as soon as possible. The show was almost 'over, and there 
was nothing much after the red sandals, and so Sofie hopped a cab back to 
the office, from which she ran the small but highly profitable company, Funk 
Feet, that made cheap copies of high-fashion shoes. It was late in the day, 
and she knew that soon she would be going home, and that it would be a 
boring evening, since no slaves were due over to see her. 

Yes, she was dominant, and, as might be expected, she loved shoes and boots, 
but she was also interested in all forms of humiliation, and derived a great 
deal of pleasure from the sexual role that she had chosen. When she got home 
to her apartment, which was quite comfortable, as befitted someone who ran 
her own company, she flopped down in a chair, and started to look through 
the mail. It was bills and other junk, but there was one letter that had 
been forwarded by the mail service that she used for some of her more 
personal correspondence. She tore it open quickly, and smiled with delight 
as she started to read it. 

It was in answer to an ad that she'd placed, one which asked for a 
submissive male to be a fulltime live in servant. The letter was from one 
Brent Miller, who said that he had had some experience as a slave, and that 
he wanted tp give himself up more fully than he had to a dominant woman. He 
went on about how he longed to serve, but it was the picture that hooked 
Sofie, since it showed a handsome man in his early thirties, tall and 
well-built and blonde, and she knew that she would at least try him out as a 
slave. There was a phone number, and she called it, but there was no answer. 
So she settled down to a quiet evening. It was a Wednesday night in the 
middle of the summer, and she was busy getting her fall line in shape. She 
knew that she would have to move fast if her shoes were to be ready in time 
for the new season, and she thought of her number one assistant, Ann, who 
was abroad now trying to get the scoop on the hot European items for the 
fall. She sighed, and she thought of all the trouble that running a business 
entailed. 

She tried to work, to think about ways to make more money for her business, 
but she was tired, and besides, she was hot and horny, and she needed some 
sex. She had taken a shower, and was naked under her robe, and her cunt was 
warm, and as she lay back in her chair, she started to drip. She saw that it 
was eight, and she tried Brent again, and this time he answered. 

"Hello, Brent?" she said in a voice that was as cruelly sexy as she could 
make it. He took a second to answer, and she could hear him breathing hard. 

"Yes, this is he," said a soft male voice, that was filled with lust. 

"My name is Mistress Sofie, and I have received your humble letter, in which 
you beg to serve me. Well, I don't know if you will do for a permanent 
position, but I would like to try you out, tonight if possible. In fact, I 
think that if you are a proper slave, any chance that you have to serve your 
mistress will be one at which you will jump. Well? Answer me, you little 
worm " 

"Yes mistress, I shall arrive to serve you as soon as I can, if you will 
tell me where I should go." Sofie gave the slave her address, and he said 
that it would take him about twenty minutes to get there from where he 
lived. Sofie rose from the chair in which she had been sitting, and she 
changed into a costume that was suitable for the dominant role that she was 
soon to be playing. 

She put on a pair of high-heeled boots of soft and supple leather, and a 
black corset of the same material, one that left her tits and her cunt 
exposed. She put on a black choker ribbon, and looked at herself in the 
mirror in her bedroom, and she liked the body that she saw. She was tall, 
over five ten, and slim, but with a large, well-shaped ass, and firm ripe 
tits that were almost too big for a woman so slim. Her black hair was cut 
short, and she moved this way and that as she looked at herself in the 
mirror, and she lifted each one of her tits, and she stroked the hard nipple 
with which each one was crowned. Her cunt was wet and hot, and as she 
selected a whip with which to punish the slave, who was due any minute, she 
could not resist rubbing the leather handle of the instrument hard against 
her throbbing clit. She moaned with lust when she did that, and she knew 
that if she kept it up she would come, and come hard, but she knew that the 
slave would arrive soon, and so she waited for him. 

She had completely forgotten about the hassles of running a business and all 
that she thought about was the slave whom she was going to test tonight. She 
wanted him to be her maid, if he was satisfactory, and she intended that 
while serving her he should dress that part, and so she had taken out some 
panties and a bra that were designed to be big enough for a man. Of course, 
she knew that if he were to live with her she would have a maid's outfit 
made for him, but for the moment, for the evening that was to come, the 
panties and the bra would have to do. 

The doorman announced Brent, and she waited with a wet cunt as she heard the 
doors of the elevator opening. Then her doorbell rang, and she opened it, 
and he came in, and he just looked at her, and his mouth dropped open and 
all at once he was hard, and she looked down at the bulge that his cock was 
making in his pants, and she smiled to know that she had gotten him so hot, 
and she knew now that she saw him, that he was so good looking that she just 
had to have him and she knew that she would not let him leave her apartment 
that night. 

"Well, worm," she said, "Did your mistress say that you could stand in front 
of her? I do not believe that she did, and so you should be down on the rug, 
kissing my boots. Come on, on your knees worm." She felt her cunt getting 
even wetter as Brent knelt in front of her, and she saw that the bulge that 
his cock was making was pulsing visibly with the lust that he felt, and she 
liked knowing that she could get him so hot, right from the very beginning 
of their association. She stood looking down at him, with her hands on her 
hips, and she just looked at him like that for a while, and he did not move, 
but stared at the leather of her boots. 

"Do you like my boots slave?" she said, and she waited for an answer, and 
she knew that he was hot, and she could tell that she had power over him, 
and that soon he would do anything for her, even become her French Maid. But 
she also knew that she would have to break him first, that she would have to 
turn him into her helpless slave, into a being who was so dependent on her 
that she was his whole reason for living. She continued to look down at him, 
and she waited for him to reply to her question, and she saw that his jaws 
were working, but that no sounds were coming out of them, and she tapped her 
whip impatiently against the leather of her boots. 

Finally Brent was able to speak. "Yes mistress, I think that the boots that 
you are wearing are very sexy, and I want to lick and kiss them, and I want 
to take the heels of them up my ass-hole." Then he stopped speaking, and he 
wondered if he'd gone too far, but he knew that if he had she would simply 
whip him and he wanted that anyway, so he was not too worried. But then, as 
she still did not speak, he wondered if he had offended her by being too 
bold, and he hoped that she would not refuse to have him as her servant. 
Finally she spoke to him. 

"Well slave, you shall have a chance to lick my boots, but I am amazed that 
you are so bold as to ask for the honor of having the heels of my boots up 
that ass-hole of yours. Such impudence requires punishment. Strip, worm." 
And she watched with lust and cruelty as he stripped and she saw that his 
cock was big and hard, and she could hardly wait to see him in the panties 
and the bra that she had gotten out. He licked the rug in front of her 
boots, and she smiled at that, and she knew then that she had a slave who 
was not a novice, and for that she was glad. It meant that she would not 
have to waste a lot of time training him in the basics, and that he knew 
enough to know that he had to obey her in every way, that he had to serve 
her every whim. 

She let him kiss the rug for a while, and then she had him turn around, and 
she let him have it hard across the cheeks of his ass. Her whip left a thin 
red line in the place where she had hit him, and she loved the way that that 
looked, so she raised the whip again, and it whistled through the air and 
came down hard again on his ass. She knew that he liked the whipping, since 
his cock was still hard, and she knew that a man who was not a true slave 
would have lost his erection by this point, from the pain that he was 
feeling. But Brent was hard and throbbing, and she knew that she had a hot 
one, and she could hardly wait to dress him as her maid, but that would come 
later, over the next month or so. For now she would concentrate on 
humiliating and punishing him, aiyl she liked doing that, and she knew that 
she would let him suck her tonight, although he did not really' deserve such 
an honor. 

She hit him again and again, until his ass was red and burning. She loved to 
watch flesh turn color from a whipping, and when the ass of her slave was 
nice and red she started to hit his back, and soon it too was pink and 
burning. 

She grew tired of hitting him and she sat down in a chair, and she extended 
her booted legs, and she told him that he was to suck the heels of her 
boots. She watched with satisfaction as he did as he was told, and soon the 
heels of her boots were wet and shiny with the spittle of her slave. On and 
on he sucked, and she could tell that he wanted to play with his cock, but 
he knew enough to know that he was not allowed to do that without the 
permission of his mistress. She had him lick her heels for a good long time, 
and then she told him to clean the rest of her boots with his mouth. 

He licked the waxed leather, and he liked the way that it tasted and felt 
under his caresses. Sofie sat very still as he served her, not wanting to 
show the pleasure that she was feeling in front of a slave. But she was 
getting hot, and she wanted some action, but then she thought that it would 
not do to let him suck her on the first night of his slavery. But her 
ass-hole, she thought, that would do, and she would play with her hard cut 
while her slave rimmed her. 

"All right worm, you are going to lick my ass-hole, and I want you to do a 
good job of it, and you are not to stop at all until I tell you, and you 
better take short breaths, for if you do not suck my ass-hole the way that I 
want you to, I will kick the shit out of you, and then you shall leave me, 
and you shall never see me again." 

No whipping could have given Brent more pain than these words, for the 
thought of not being allowed to serve this mistress, now that he had started 
to do so, was more than he could bear. So as she raised her legs, and spread 
the cheeks of her ass, he dived right in and he knew that he would do the 
best job of rimming her that he had ever done, and he hoped and prayed that 
she would not kick him out. His tongue began to probe into her ass-hole, and 
she loved the way that it felt as he started to rim her, and she moaned a 
little with the lust that was burning in her cunt. But she did not want to 
show pleasure in front of her slave, and so she did her best to control the 
lusts that she felt. The slave's tongue made loud slurping noises as he 
rimmed her, and she liked that, liked the feeling of power that she had over 
the servile male who was licking her ass-hole. And Brent loved the way that 
she tasted, and when she farted right into his mouth he loved it, loved the 
way that he choked on the cloud of gas that enveloped him. She was 
motionless as he sucked her, and she knew that she would wait to masturbate 
until he was locked in his room. 

For indeed she had a room that she reserved for slaves, and he was to spend 
the night there, tied to the bed so that she would know that he could not 
play with his cock. But she wanted to have him masturbate for her now and 
she knew that she would have him lick his come off her boots, and that then 
she would lock him up. 

"All right worm," she said, "Stop licking my ass-hole, and start to play 
with that disgusting cock of yours. But you are not to come until I say that 
you can, and then when I give you permission to come you will have fifteen 
seconds, and that will be your only chance. You may begin worm." 

She smiled with cruel lust as she rose from her chair and watched him at her 
feet, his right hand sliding back and forth over his hard cock with a steady 
pace, and she could tell that he had done this sort of thing before, and 
that he could control himself well. She watched him for a long time, and his 
gaze never left her boots, and she loved the servile nature of this worm who 
had answered her ad. She longed then to see it come, to watch him cream on 
her boots, and then to watch him lick off her leather calves. She looked at 
the watch that she was wearing, and saw that the second hand was coming 
around to the top. 

"All right you little shit, you have fifteen seconds to come on my boot." 

As soon as she spoke he started to play with it much faster, and he grunted 
with the effort of floggin his log so hard, and with the effort of trying to 
come. He could tell that his time was running out, but then he knew that he 
had it, and-as Sofie watched with satisfaction he creamed all over her 
boots. She made him lick them clean, and then she took out the bra and the 
panties. 

"Put these on, you shit, and remember that while you are in my service you 
are to dress like the woman that you are. Hurry up, and then you are to be 
tied to your bed in the bra and panties. If you have to piss, you will have 
to piss in these panties, and you shall clean things up in the morning." 

"But mistress, I can't, I mean to put these on, I mean ... " 

"Silence worm!" said Sofie in a harsh voice, and she raised the whip, and 
gave Brent a hard cut across his chest. He screamed from the pain, and 
hurried to put on the black bra and panties. 

When he was wearing them he found that he was hot from the way that they 
felt against his skin, and his cock started to push against the nylon that 
confined it, even though he had come so recently. His mistress smiled at his 
lust, and she knew that he was a true slave, one who got his greatest 
pleasure from serving, and also one who loved to wear female clothing. She 
could tell that he had not faced his need for this fetish before, from the 
way that he had bitched at having to wear the panties and the bra, but she 
could tell that he was hot from wearing them, and she could hardly wait to 
dress him as a maid, and to have him wait on her, and on her friends. 

For she had dominant friends who would enjoy punishing him, and she had 
other slaves, some of whom she had sex with, and she could hardly wait to 
fuck them while he watched, dressed in the outfits that she would have made 
for him. She led him to his room then, and she tied his arms and legs to the 
bed, and she gave his cock a hard pinch through the panties before she left 
him for the night. 

Then she went to her room, and she wished that she had another slave there, 
for she was hot and she needed some sex, but it was too late for that, and 
so she knew that she would have to content herself with masturbation. She 
sat in front of the mirror, and she took off the corset, so that she was 
wearing only the boots and the choker ribbon, and she parted the lips of her 
pretty cunt, and she moaned with the lust that she felt as she touched 
herself. She loved to watch herself as she played with her cunt, and she was 
something of an exhibitionist, for she loved the way that her slaves, both 
the male; ones and also the women, lusted after her body as she strutted 
around before them. She looked at herself for a long time, not moving, just 
letting the lust build up in her, until she was so hot that she could not 
take it any longer, and she just had to play with her pussy. 

With a sigh of passion she slipped two fingers into her wet cunt, and she 
started to slide them back and forth, in and out of her, and she moaned with 
how that felt, and she knew that it would not be long before she was playing 
with her clit. It was hard and pulsing with lust, and she could hardly stand 
the tension now but still she did not touch it, and was content for the 
moment to let her fingers work in and out of the wet hole of her cunt. The 
air was filled with her smell, and she sniffed deeply, and took her fingers 
out of her cunt, and she licked them clean. 

She was using her right hand to play with her cunt, and with her left she 
rubbed the stiff nipples of her tits. They were hard, like her clit, and she 
moaned even more as she played with them. Then she knew that she just had to 
come, and so she raised her booted legs, drawing them back against her tits, 
and for a moment she savored the way that the leather of her boots felt 
against her chest. Then she drew back the folds of skin that hid her clit, 
and it came into view and it was as big as it had ever been, swollen and 
throbbing with lust. 

She touched its tip lightly with a wet finger, and her whole body tensed 
when she did that, and soon was working her clit harder, faster, and then it 
hit her, her orgasm, and she was swept away on a tide of lust. She came 
hard, and for a few seconds she did not know where she was, and all that she 
cared about were the hot waves of pleasure that were rushing through her, on 
and on, taking her far away from the real world, where she had to make so 
many tough decisions. 

At last it was over, and she saw that it was late, so she grabbed a quick 
shower and she went to bed. In the morning she released her slave from the 
bed, but she left him locked in his room after unlocking the bathroom that 
was off it, and leaving him some food. She said that she would try him out 
as a Jive-in slave, and that if he was satisfactory for the first few weeks 
she would keep him longer. He nodded and she knew that he would jerk himself 
off after she had gone, and she told him that she would allow him to do 
that, but that he had to come each time into the panties, and she would 
expect him to be wearing them when she returned home that night. He nodded, 
and he was hot as hell from the touch of the bra and the panties that he had 
worn all night while he was bound to the bed. 

Sofie had a tough day at work. There were problems with production, and she 
still had not heard from Ann, who was supposed to have cabled her several 
days ago, concerning whatever she had found out about the latest fashions in 
France and Italy. She was worried, since she knew that Ann was. almost 
always reliable, and she hoped that nothing had gone wrong with her. But she 
trusted her, andVshe knew that she would wait a couple of more days before 
trying to reach her abroad. 

She was dead tired by the middle of the morning, and she knew that she would 
leave early, and that her slave would give her a rubdown. 

But then as she so often did she got caught up in business. A buyer from a 
big discount chain in the Midwest, one with which she had never done much 
business, really liked the samples that she showed him, and he liked the 
price, and he wanted a lot of them, in fact he wanted so many that she was 
not sure if she could deliver on time. But she didn't tell him that, but 
took the order, and knew that the cash that she would get early would help, 
and she knew that she would have to bust ass to get the goods to him on 
time, and that her reputation was riding on it. 

She spent hours on the phone, talking to manufacturers, lining up the extra 
capacity that she would need. She had the leather, and the designs, and it 
was production that was the problem, since the order meant that she needed 
to get a production capacity that was half again as big as she had planned 
for the lines that had been ordered. By the end of the day it was lined up, 
but she knew that if was like a house of cards, and that if something went 
wrong the whole thing would come crashing down around her. She did not have 
much time, and she would have cut production on some of the other lines, but 
all of them were ordered too, and she laughed ironically to herself as she 
thought that business was almost too good. 

She knew that if she approached the chain that had placed the order in the 
years to come, assuming that she came through, that they would help her 
expand, but she knew the traps mere. For too often it had happened that a 
big chain bought a lot from a small supplier, and helped the company expand, 
until the firm was totally dependent on the business from the one chain. And 
then the chain would find someone else who could make the same things more 
cheaply, and suddenly the company would fold,. and that would be that, and 
the chain would go on. 

Sofie would not let that happen, but she was tense, and finally she realized 
that it was seven at night, and that she had not eaten since breakfast, and 
that she was starving. She was the only one left in the office, and she knew 
that all of the little places to eat around where she was would be closed, 
so she hopped a cab and went down to Chinatown, and got a table quickly, 
since she was alone, and ate slowly, drinking the hot tea, and then she felt 
better. 

She walked around for a while, thinking about her business, and worrying, 
but she knew that there was nothing more that she could do until the next 
day. 

Then she realized, all at once, how hot she was, and she thought of the 
slave who was waiting for her, and she knew that she needed another slave 
with her for the night, and that she and the other slave would make it in 
front of Brent, as part of the lesson that she was teaching him. She thought 
of Steffie, who was a young submissive blonde who loved to suck cunt, and 
she called her from a phone booth. 

Steffie sounded hot and eager, and she laughed with delight when her 
mistress said that she had found a male slave with a clothing fetish, but 
then she realized that she was being too bold with her mistress, and she 
simply said, meekly, that she would meet Sofie at the apartment in about an 
hour. 

Sofie took a cab back, and she was so hot that she was ready for anything. 

She knew that he wanted her, but she also knew that he was not submissive, 
since she usually could tell that about a man, and although sometimes she 
liked it straight, she was in no mood for that tonight. She liked teasing 
him though, and she made sure that her skirt was up high as she paid him, 
and she laughed to herself as she saw the bulge in his pants. 

"Hope your cock doesn't get stuck in the steering wheel," she said as she 
left and he was pissed, and gave her the finger before he burned rubber as 
he sped away. She was still grinning about that as she entered the 
apartment, and she got out of the clothes that she had been wearing all day, 
and she knew that Steffie would be over soon, and she was suddenly so hot 
that she could hardly stand up. She changed into a pair of sexy silver 
sandals, over her bare feet, and a pair of leather panties, studded with 
silver rivets. Her tits were bare, and she knew that she would take her 
pleasure with Steffie before she allowed Brent to come out of his room. She 
sat and she liked the way that the leather of her panties felt against her 
wet cunt, and she moved her hips lazily as she waited, and she knew that she 
would practically rape the slave when she arrived. She had forgotten about 
her business for the moment, and all that she thought about was sex and 
sadism. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Ann Walden, who should by now have been on her way back to New York, with a 
portfolio full of what was happening in the fashion world in Europe, at 
least as it related to shoes, was instead in a cheap room in Golders Green, 
in London, and she feared for her life. It had been an ordinary trip, and 
she had gotten all that she had hoped for, and more, but then, on what was 
to be her last day in Paris, disaster had struck, and at this point she 
hoped that she could make it home. 

She had finished her business in Paris, and she had been wandering around, 
and she had found herself on the He de la Cite, at Notre Dame, and she had 
wandered around outside looking at the river, and watching the men fishing. 
She had been hot, as she always was, for she had a very strong sex drive, 
and she had been looking for a man. She was into everything, but she was 
feeling aggressive that day, and she knew that she wanted a male slave, to 
lick her feet and her ass-hole and her cunt. She spoke French well enough to 
get along. 

She had gone to the Champs Elysee, down from the Arc de Triomphe, and had 
wandered around the stores, and she had found herself in a bookstore, and 
there she had noticed the man eying her. He was dressed handsomely, and had 
spoken to her in English when she spoke in French, since her grammar was 
good but her accent was bad. That pissed her off, but then he was 
good-looking and she invited him back to her hotel. He came with her 
readily, and when they were in her room he had started to kiss her, but she 
had pushed him away and offered him her shoe to kiss. 

He had gone along with it for a while, but then she had only managed to get 
him to serve her by promising that the next time that they met she would let 
him fuck her. He was hot for her, and said that he wanted her to stay with 
him for a few days before she returned for the States. Well, it had gone 
well, and she had spanked him and had him suck her off, but something had 
bothered her when he left, for she sensed that he was pissed off at what she 
had made him do, and that he wanted to get his own back when they fucked 
that night. Well, she had not gone to see him, and had stupidly stayed in 
her room that night. 

He had come to her room, with a tough looking Corsican driver, and had said, 
of course at that point in a nice enough way, that he had come to take her 
to his house in the country. She had said that she had to pack, and had 
taken a suitcase into the bathroom, while thanking her lucky stars that she 
was only one story above the ground. 

She had slipped out the bathroom window but they had heard her, and it had 
been a wild time in Paris, with her in a taxi and the two of them in a 
Mercedes 280SL, careening all over the place. She had finally taken the 
driver into her confidence, and had promised him a fuck if he helped her. He 
had shaken them, but he said that the man, whom she had known only as Jean, 
was very powerful, and that France would not be safe for her. They had 
fucked all night, and in the morning the driver, who was called Roland, had 
put her in the back of a truck, behind some barrels, and had said that she 
would be taken to Le Havre, where she could get to England. 

She had made it there, but there had been men who spotted her, and she had 
managed barely to get across the channel, and she sat in her room in London, 
and she shivered with fear. She did not know what she would do, but then she 
thought that she would stay in London for a while, to see if anyone seemed 
to be after her, and then if things seemed to be all right she would go 
home. She did not dare to call the police, since then she would have to 
explain why Jean had gotten so irritated with her in the first place, and 
she did not want to get in touch with Sofie in New York, since she was 
afraid that if she were being watched they would follow her to New York. The 
impression of Jean that she had from meeting him and also from talking to 
Roland was that he was so rich that he was not used to losing, and that it 
was a matter of honor with him to find her and fuck her until he was 
satisfied. 

She grew tired of sitting around her room, and she hopped on the 
underground, which was elevated where she was, and she rode the Northern 
line, black on the map, through 

Camden Town, change, and wandered around. She ended up in Soho, where she 
ate at a cheap Indian restaurant, and walked around past the strip-show 
barkers. Then she noticed a slim man, who was dressed very well, coming out 
of one of the strip-joints. He eyed her, but then he looked away, and she 
sensed that he was embarrassed. He stood on the corner, and she saw that he 
was going to hail a cab, and al! at once she decided to pick him up, if she 
could, since he looked as if he might be able to help her. 

"I wonder if you could tell me how I might find the house where John Keats 
lived," she said, realizing that she had no idea why she had said that, but 
knowing that she had better take it slow with this one. 

He looked at her with surprise, and said "Why it is in Hampstead, on the 
edge of Golders Green. You are American, I take it?" 

"Yes, I work for a shoe company in New York, and I've been in France, 
checking out the fall lines, and I thought that I would stop in London for a 
few days, just to unwind, and see a few sights." He looked at her sharply, 
for her voice was shaking and he could tell that she was tense and under 
some sort of strain. 

"Pardon me, I should have introduced myself. Basil Symes." He held out his 
hand. 

"Ann Warren," she said, and they smiled at each other, and she could tell 
that he was hot for her from the way that he looked at her, and she could 
also tell that he was shy, or perhaps reserved. He looked at her, and she 
knew that he wanted to ask her to come with him, but that he did not know 
how to go about it. 

"It is a lovely day, isn't it," she said. "I was thinking of going to St. 
James park, lying around in the grass, and watching the sun glinting off the 
Houses of Parliament. Care to join me?" 

"Why not come to my flat, where we can pack some wine and so on, and then go 
to the park?" he said, and then he blushed, and she knew that she had him. 

"Why not?" she said, and she hooked her arm through his, and she sat close 
to him in the cab, and she played with his hard cock through his pants. They 
went to Grosvenor Square, and she knew that he had money, and the flat was 
huge, and a butler brought them drinks, and then he excused himself for a 
minute, and she wandered around looking at the books. In one corner of the 
room she found a locked cabinet, with a glass front, and she could see that 
the books in it were well-thumbed, and she glanced at them through the 
glass, and saw that one title was "Mistress Angela and the Naughty 
Schoolboys." She knew then what he liked, and when he came back he was bent 
over in an effort to conceal his erection. She decided to take charge of the 
situation. 

"I see that you are excited, like the naughty boy that you are," she said, 
and he blushed, and his eyes dropped to her shoes, and she knew that she had 
him. 

"Yes mistress, I am a naughty boy, and I need to be punished," he said, 
slipping right into the role that she had known that he wanted. She smiled 
cruelly at him, and she ordered him to get down on his knees, and to begin 
licking her shoes. She was glad that she had been wearing sandals, and she 
flexed her toes as he licked them through her stockings. He was moaning with 
lust as he licked her, and she could tell that he loved the taste and the 
smell of her feet. She felt herself getting hotter than hell, and suddenly 
she realized that she had not had any sex since the whole mess had started 
and she knew that she needed it now. 

"Strip, slave, and take what I give you," she said, and she felt her hot 
cunt getting even hotter as he knelt, naked, before her, facing away from 
her, his ass ready to be hit. She had found a riding crop in the room, and 
she raised it, wishing for a moment that she were wearing boots. She brought 
the crop down hard on the waiting ass of her slave, and he took the blow 
without flinching, and he moaned not with pain but with pleasure, and she 
knew that he was a true devotee of the lash. 

She hit him hard, again and again, and his cock stayed hard as a rock, and 
she loved the sound of the crop as it swished through the air and smacked 
against his naked flesh. Soon his ass was red and burning, and then she had 
him turn around, and she gave him ten strokes across his nipples, and he 
moaned with pain then, since she was hitting him very hard. The butler had 
discreetly vanished, and they were alone, and she was hotter than a cat in 
heat from the punishment that she was giving him, and she knew that she 
would have him come for her, and that then she would tie him up and ride his 
face for a long time. 

"Does my naughty little boy have a hard cock? Is he excited by the sight of 
his mistress? I know that he spends a lot of time playing with his cock, all 
the time, and that he thinks nasty thoughts. Very well, you nasty little 
shit, play with it, and jerk it off onto my bare toes, and then you shall 
lick it up, and begin the next phase of your training." 

He moaned with lust as she took off her shoes and her stockings, and he 
started to play with his cock, and it was wet and dripping in a matter of 
seconds, and she knew that it would not be long before he came all over her 
foot. 

She watched him with parted lips and hard tits. 

"Harder slave, jerk it harder, cream on my toes, hurry up." He moaned loudly 
when she said that, and beads of sweat stood out on his brow, and he grunted 
with the effort of his masturbation. Harder and harder he flogged his cock, 
and then it started to swell, and she knew that he was about to shoot all 
over her outstretched, pretty foot. She watched with delight as his hand 
flew along the wet shaft of his dick, and then he groaned, and he tensed, 
and then the first burst of sticky come rained out of his cock, and all over 
her foot. 

She loved the feel of the warm come as it splattered all over her foot, and 
she watched him as he rubbed the head of his cock against her foot as he 
came. When he was done he licked her foot clean, and she saw with delight 
that his cock was still hard, and she knew that it had been a while since he 
had had the kind of sex that she and he both knew that he needed, and needed 
badly. 

She had found some rope, too. And she tied him to a low couch that stood 
against one wall of the room in which they were, and she looked down at him 
and grinned. 

"All right, you little worm, I am going to let you suck my cunt, and you had 
better do a good job of it, or I will thrash you so soundly that you will be 
in bed for weeks. Do it hard, and do it well, you subhuman vile boy." 

Having said that she swung herself up on the couch, and she sat down hard on 
his face, and he moaned with lust when she did that, and started to suck her 
off. His tongue probed stiffly like a small cock in and out of the wet hole 
of her cunt, and she could not help but moan with pleasure at the way that 
that felt. He did it to her like that for a while, and she felt her cunt 
opening, getting wetter and hotter. Then she shifted her hips so that he 
would only be able to lick her ass-hole and she settled down hard against 
his face so that he could hardly breathe. But he liked the gamy taste of her 
ass-hole, and he was thinking, as he tasted it, of how Churchill had liked 
to smoke cigars that had been lit once and had gone out, since he liked the 
gamy taste. But this gamy taste, he thought, was better, and he lost himself 
in the heaven that was the rimming that he was giving to this hot American 
mistress. 

She let him lick her ass-hole for a long time, and then she played with her 
hard clit while he did that, and she knew that she was close to coming. She 
took a long time, but she knew that she would come soon, and that it would 
be good and satisfying. 

"All right slave, you are now to have the pleasure of sucking the clit of 
your mistress, and I want you to do a good job of it, or it will go hard 
with you." And having said these words she moved her ripe ass so that her 
throbbing nub of love was right at his mouth, and he took it in between his 
lips, and he sucked on it, and he felt it pulsing with passion, and both of 
them knew that it would not be long now. 

His cock was hard as a rock, and he longed to play with it, and he thought 
of what it would be like if she would fuck him while he was tied up, if she 
would ride up and down the stiff shaft of his cock, faster and harder than 
he could stand, so that he would come for a second time, filling her cunt 
with his cream. 

She started to moan as her climax drew near, and she clamped her hands over 
both breasts, and she rubbed them hard, and she was writhing against his 
face, moving hard that he had difficulty keeping his mouth on her clit. She 
sighed and gasped and moved even harder, and then it hit her, and he hung on 
for dear life. 

"Suck it slave, suck it harder, oooo, shit you little worm, suck it for 
mama, mmmmmm, baby, suck me off harder you slut, you little worm, do it to 
me. Aaaaaah. Mmmmmmm Suck it, do it, oh shit fuck piss, suck it off." 

Then she simply moaned loudly with lust, and she shook as if she were sick, 
and he loved the juices that had flowed, and were flowing from her, covering 
his face with her scent. He wondered if she would stay with him for a while, 
but he knew that she had to get back to New York, and he was content to take 
the pleasure that she was giving him. Finally she had had enough, and she 
was very sensitive, since she had just come, and she stepped off him, and 
stood beside the couch to which he was tied, and she smiled down at the 
slave who had done such a good job of sucking her off. 

"Your mouth is covered with my juices, slave. Well, you have pleasured me 
well, but I see that your cock is hard, and I did not give you permission to 
get an erection while you sucked me. I think that I shall have to punish 
your cock." She felt her cunt getting even hotter, and she knew that she 
would whip his cock until he came from the exquisite mixture of pleasure and 
pain that he would feel. She had found a small whip of soft leather along 
with the other whip and the ropes, and she raised it up and she let it flick 
across the swollen head of his cock. He moaned with lust as she did that, 
and both of them knew that he would come soon. 

She loved the way that his cock was getting red and sore from the blows that 
she was inflicting on it, and she moaned with lust and she knew that she 
would have him suck her more, for the rest of the day, until his mouth was 
too tired to do anymore. She knew too that the following day she would 
confide in him, and she was sure that he could help her get back to New 
York, and that he could do it in such a way that she would not have anything 
to fear from Jean. 

But having thought these thoughts she grew completely absorbed in the 
whipping that she was giving to his cock, and she could tell from the sounds 
that he was making that it was mostly pleasure that he was feeling from the 
whipping that she was giving him. She hit him harder and harder, and she 
loved the fact that he would not complain but simply took that pain that she 
was giving him, took it and liked it. She loved to see a slave come from a 
whipping, and she knew that it would not be long now, and she picked up the 
pace with which she was hitting his cock, while keeping the force of her 
blows the same as before. He was writhing with passion against the ropes 
that held him to the couch, and she loved the pleasure that he was deriving 
from the torture that she was inflicting on him. 

He began to grunt and to moan and to writhe, and both of then knew that it 
would not be long now, would not be long before he shot. Then his cock 
swelled, and as she hit him he gave out a long and drawn-out moan, and then 
he was shooting, and the come went all over his belly and the whip that she 
was using. After he had done she made him lick the whip clean, and she saw 
that his cock was going down, and she knew that she needed him to suck her 
some more. 

She tied him down even more tightly, and she pinched his balls, just for 
good measure, and once again she settled down against his face, and he 
started sucking her, but he hurt, and now that his cock was not hard the 
pain was too much, so he could not do a good job of sucking her off. She 
sensed that, and she released him and told him that she required some food 
and drink, and that he was to order them, and to take a shower, since he was 
sweaty and she did not like the way that he smelled. And she told him that 
his training was not over, but that it would resume in an hour or so, and 
that he would have to take the heels of her shoes up his ass before the 
evening was out. He left the room to call the butler. 

She was very aroused as she sat and waited for her food, and she toyed a 
little with her wet cunt, and she rubbed her tits, and she could hardly wait 
to violate his ass-hole. She knew that he would like that, and that he was a 
true submissive, and she thought that if he lived in New York she would see 
a lot of him, but as it was she was not going to stay in London. 

The butler entered, and brought her a good meal and some wine, and she ate 
slowly, and she waited for her slave to return. He came back in a robe and 
she could tell that he was naked underneath it, and as he looked at her his 
cock started to swell, and she knew that she would make him come once more 
before she was done. 

"Well, you little boy, I see that you are all excited again. Take off your 
robe and let me see that cock that you are always touching when you know 
that you are not supposed to do that. Come on, or I shall whip you right now 
" 

The robe dropped to the floor, and he kept his eyes downcast, and she felt 
her cunt getting wetter and hotter as she looked at his cock. It was sore 
and red from the whipping that she had given it, but it was also starting to 
drip, and all at once she knew that she wanted it in her, and she resolved 
to fuck him. 

"On your back on the floor slave," she said, and he lay down, and she tied 
his hands together over his head, and tied his feet together, and then she 
spent some time biting his nipples. All the while that she did this his cock 
was hard as a rock, and he moaned often, mostly from the pleasure that he 
was getting from being abused. She could hardly wait to sit down on his 
cock, and she was going to whip him a little first, but she was so hot that 
she could not wait, and he moaned with delight as he saw her getting ready 
to sit down on his dick. It was a decent size, she thought, although it was 
nothing special, but at least she knew that she would be able to feel it 
when she took it up inside her. She sank down on it and she groaned with 
lust as it went into her soft hot twat, and she sank down so that it was all 
the way up in her, and she sat like that, not moving, for a couple of 
minutes. Then she started to fuck her slave, and he was tied so that she 
could hardly move, and she liked it that way, liked the fact that she was in 
control, and that he was so passive. She put a finger on her hard clit, and 
she rubbed it as she rode up and down on the hard slick shaft of the dick 
that was in her. 

She came soon from the feel of the cock that was in her and from the feel of 
her finger on her clit, and then she came again and again, fucking the 
slave. He moaned from time to time, mostly with pleasure. But some of the 
moans were sounds of pain, for from time to time Ann would reach down and 
pinch his balls, and that hurt, but she loved the pain that she was causing 
him, and so she kept on hurting him. 

She wanted him to come though, and so, when she was weak from all of the 
orgasms that she had had, she got down and blew him, which surprised him, 
but then she was not totally dominant, not as dominant as Sofie, her boss. 

When he had come in her mouth, and she had spit it out onto his belly, she 
let him go, and they both went to bed, she in the guest room, and it was 
late the following morning when they got down to talking some more. 

She told him her story then, and he was shocked, and said that he had heard 
of Jean, and that he was a business man, but that he had some very shady 
connections, and that she would not be safe until she was on the plane for 
New York. He suggested that she stay with him for a few days, and that he 
would make arrangements for her to be driven to Scotland, and that she could 
fly to New York from Glasgow, since that would throw them off the track. 

She was happy, and said that she would punish him again before she left. He 
was glad to have found her, and then he went out, and was gone for the rest 
of the day, since although he was wealthy he had affairs to attend to. She 
spent the day sitting around and reading, and she knew that she had a chance 
now, since the meeting with Basil had taken place purely by chance, and 
there was no way that the men who were looking for her could link her with 
him. The only problem was getting out of London, but Basil had said that she 
would be in a car, nondescript and well-driven, that would leave London in 
the night, so that it would be a couple of hundred miles north before day 
broke. And he said that he would obtain a wig for her, so that her chances 
of being recognized through the windows of the car were small. 

She grew bored during the next few days, for not only was Basil busy, he was 
so drained from the session that he had had that he could not get it up for 
a while. But they both knew that they would have one more go at it, as he 
would put it, before she left, and she was looking forward to that. 

She found that she was starting to think once again about business, and she 
dragged out her huge portfolio of shoe designs that she had collected, and 
she poured over them, and she knew that if she could get back in tune to New 
York she would have some good ideas for the firm. But she was tense, and she 
was worried that somehow, even though she knew that all the odds were 
against it, Jean or his men would find out where she was, and then she did 
not know what would happen to her. 

Perhaps she would be a slave to Jean, for many years, until the people who 
knew her had stopped looking for her, and then she would die, alone and 
whipped each night. She actually grew afraid as she thought these things, 
and she felt so scared that she was broken down and sobbing before she knew 
what she was doing. But then she reflected that at least she had a fighting 
chance, and that was good, and so she managed to cheer herself up. 

When Basil came home that night he said that all was set for her to leave on 
the following night, and that therefore they would have their final orgy 
that very evening. And he unwrapped a gift that he had bought for her, a 
pair of high boots that he had had custom-fitted to her, and a matching set 
of bra and panties. The leather was soft and of the highest quality, and she 
loved the way that her new possessions felt, and she knew that she would 
wear them as she punished her slave that night. 

Before getting down to the business at hand they dined, and Ann felt warm 
and tender toward the man whom she was going to whip, and she felt so mellow 
that she kissed him a couple of times, but she could tell that, although he 
was touched, that did not turn him on nearly as much as bending before her, 
and she knew that he would do a lot of that before the night was out. They 
finished eating, and then she went off to change, and he waited in the room 
where he had been punished the first time, and his cock was hard and 
throbbing as he thought of how she would whip him of the sound that the 
instrument would make as it swished through the air before hitting his 
aching flesh. He was so hot that he knew he could come twice that night, and 
he would do anything, he thought, anything at all for this hot bitch who 
knew what he needed, who understood his need to be abased, to bend and taste 
the sting of the whip. 

She entered, wearing the things he had given her, and he fell to his knees. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Back in New York Sofie was still waiting for her slave, and the girl was 
late, and Sofie was almost ready to go and get her male slave from the room 
in which he was confined, but then the girl came, and Sofie rose, and glared 
at the slut. 

"All right, you little cunt, on your knees and kiss my feet." The girl, who 
was still dressed, hastened to do the bidding of her mistress. Sofie looked 
down at the hot bitch, and she knew that she would, normally, punish her for 
being late but she was so hot that she needed that mouth on her hot cunt, 
and she could not wait for it, could not wait for the hot slave to suck her 
off. So she stripped off all the items that she was wearing, and she sat 
down, and raised her legs, and she looked hard at the little slut whom she 
had let off so easy. 

"All right, you hot slut, suck it, suck my cunt, and do a good job of it or 
I will punish you hard. Come on you hot cunt, do it." 

The girl could hardly believe her luck, for she knew too that ordinarily she 
would now be punished hard, and she started to lick the wet cunt that was 
waiting for her as if it were food, and she had not eaten for a while. She 
savored the smell of the wet cunt that she was sucking, and she lapped up 
the thick juices that were flowing from it, that tasted so good and so thick 
and so rich under her tongue. 

Sofie moaned and shifted her hips under the skilled caresses of the slave 
who was sucking her, and she loved the way that it felt to be sucked by a 
woman, by a hot little bitch who knew just what she was doing. Sofie groaned 
with the lust that filled her, and she knew that she would want to go on 
like this all night, but she also had Brent to think of, and she wanted to 
train him some more that night. But for the moment all that she thought 
about, all that she cared about was the ache that was building up in her 
loins, the ache that meant that soon she would come, would come hard, her 
cunt contracting and her whole body shaking and spasming with lust. 

The smell of her cunt filled the air of the room, and to it was added that 
of the hot cunt of Steffie, who was masturbating hard and fast as she sucked 
the wet cunt of her mistress. The two women were out of their minds with 
lust. 

"Suck it harder, you bitch, do it to me. That's better you little slut. Come 
on, don't let up just because you want some air. Suck it good, damn it, or I 
will kick the shit out of you. Come on you bitch, do it to me." 

Steffie grunted with lust as she heard these words, and she stopped playing 
with her own cunt, and she devoted all of her energies to giving pleasure to 
the hot cunt of the hot mistress whom she was sucking, and trying to suck 
well. 

Brent, in his room, could hear the sounds of the sucking that was going on 
so close to him and his cock was hard and aching with lust, and he knew that 
he would be punished that night, and he was looking forward to it. At least, 
he hoped that he would be punished that night, but then the thought that 
maybe he would not be hit him, and he was upset He had come into the panties 
three times that day, and he was wearing them, and the feel of them against 
his cock made him hot again, and he longed to see his mistress. 

But Sofie was not thinking about Brent now. All that she thought about, all 
that she cared about, was the warm mouth and the stiff tongue that were 
sucking her hot pussy, that were bringing her closer and closer to coming. 
She threw back her head and moaned, and the sounds that were coming from her 
were so filled with passion that they hardly sounded as if they were human, 
but rather seemed to come from some animal of the jungle, some beast in heat 
that was calling for its mate. Her cunt was soaking wet, and she shifted her 
hips from side to side, and she could feel the tension building, she could 
feel the lust and the hot passion rising up in her loins, and she knew that 
it would not be long now 

Steffie knew that too, and she sucked harder on the clit of her mistress, 
and she slipped two fingers inside the wet hole that was below the cunt that 
she was sucking, and she added another finger that she used on the ass-hole 
of her mistress. Ordinarily Sofie would never have let a slave put a finger 
up her ass-hole, but she was so hot now that she did not care about that, 
and she just gasped and moaned, and she knew that coming was just around the 
corner. 

She rubbed her tits hard, and she gasped and moaned, and her tits seemed to 
swell even more than they had been, although they were already so hard that 
that did not seem as if it would be possible. Steffie's pretty face was 
covered with the juices of the broad whom she was sucking off. 

As Brent's cock strained against the nylon of the panties that he was 
wearing he could hear the sounds that Sofie was moaning, and then he felt as 
if he would go out of his mind with lust and desire, for her sounds suddenly 
changed, and he knew that she was coming. She made soft cries of hot lust, 
and he knew that her cunt would be wide-open and dripping, and that her 
nipples would be as hard as little pebbles, and he longed to see her, to 
stand in front of her in his bra and his panties, to be her slave. He paced 
around the room in which he was confined, and his cock was hard. 

Sofie was indeed coming, and for a few seconds she was lost to the world 
around her, and she simply sighed and grunted and was swept away on the 
waves of pleasure that just went on and on. They seemed to tear her apart, 
and indeed she looked somewhat as if she were in pain, but it was only 
delighted lust that she felt. 

Steffie sucked her mistress on and on through her climax, and when Sofie 
pushed the head of that blonde slut away Steffie was so hot that she started 
fingering her cunt, and before her mistress could tell her that that was not 
allowed the hot little bitch was coming, and Sofie knew that there was no 
point now in stopping her from taking her pleasure. Besides, since she had 
just done such a good job of sucking Sofie off the dominant bitch was 
feeling kind toward her. 

She rose and left the little slut, for now she was thinking about Brent, and 
she knew that she would punish him hard tonight, but that she would let him 
fuck the hot little slave who had just sucked her. When she opened the door 
to his room he was standing in his bra and his panties, and his cock was 
hard, and she could see that he had come several times into the panties that 
he was wearing. 

"Well, I see that my little jerk-off of a slave is hot, and that he was 
coming into those panties all day long. Well, my little slut, it is time for 
some more training, and I think that first we will have to try you in heels. 
Come with me." 

Sofie led him to her room, and she dug into her closet, and she found a pair 
of pumps that were made for a man, and they fit him well enough, and at 
first she thought that she would have to get him a pair that fit better, but 
then she thought that if he were in pain from the shoes that he had to wear 
in her service, well then that was all to the good. She smiled as he tried 
to walk in the shoes, and she loved it when he fell onto the floor and 
cried. 

"Stand up you little shit," she said, "Stand up and learn how to walk like 
the maid that you are, or I will personally see to it that I cut your balls 
off. That's better, you little shit. I see that your cock is hard. Run in 
place in those shoes and rub your disgusting cock through the fabric of your 
panties. I want you to come for me, and I am going to whip you while you 
run. Do not stop playing with your cock no matter how bad the pain is, or it 
will get worse." 

He started to jog in place in the heels that she was forcing him to wear, 
and his feet hurt from what she was making him do, and he longed to stop, 
but then he was starting to play with his cock, and that felt good. He loved 
the way that the nylon felt against his cock, and he moaned mostly with lust 
as he ran. He found that he was getting used to the way that the shoes felt, 
and then she started to whip him 

That hurt, and he wanted to cry out, and tell her that it was too much, that 
he could not take it, but he looked at her and he saw that she was hot, hot 
and lusty from what she was doing to him, and he knew that any protests that 
he made would only get her hotter, and make her hit him harder. So he kept 
on touching his hard cock as he ran in his heels, and she whipped him 
harder, artd soon his back was red and sore and burning from what she was 
doing to him. 

His cock stayed hard, and then he suddenly realized that he was close to 
coming, and he was not hot from pain now although she was still whipping 
him, but rather he was hot from the pleasure that he felt, and he played 
with himself furiously. 

She could tell that he was ready to shoot, and as she watched he bucked and 
heaved, all while running in place, and then he was shooting, creaming all 
over the panties of black sheer nylon that he was wearing as part of his 
slavery. She told him to stop running, since he had come, and she smiled at 
the sight of her slave, dressed in pumps, and a black bra, and a pair of 
matching panties, which were stained with his old come and filled with his 
new. She made him stand for a while, just stand still, and she knew that 
that hurt him, for he was so tired that he longed to collapse, to lie down, 
to relax. But he just had to stand there in front of her, his feet aching, 
and his back hurting, and his panties filled with fresh sperm He knew that 
soon she would make him lick the panties into which he had just come, and he 
longed for that. 

"Well, I see that my little boy got so hot from the panties that he is 
wearing that he creamed in them. Take them off, you worm take them off and 
lick them, and get down on your knees while you do that, you shit." 

Sofie smiled with sadistic lust as her slave bent before her, and she sighed 
with lust as he started to lick the come from the panties into which he had 
shot. He sighed and he moaned, and he knew that it would not be long before 
his cock was hard again. She left him abruptly, and he wondered if he had 
done something wrong, but then she brought Steffie in, and his cock got 
hard, and she was hot for him, and the mistress wanted to have her two 
slaves fuck while she whipped them. 

She found another pair of panties for Brent, in red nylon-, with a hole that 
was cut so that his hard cock could stick out of them, and he put them on, 
and she had him stand up, and then she had Steffie get down in front of her, 
and she got on the back of her slave, and she rode the bitch around the 
room, while Brent stood and watched. Steffie ached from carrying her 
mistress in this fashion, and she knew that she must not cry out, since that 
would cause her to feel more pain than that she was already feeling. So she 
sighed and she moaned and she shook with the weight that she had to bear, 
but she did not make a fuss, and at last she was allowed to stand up. Then 
Sofie had Brent kneel, and she pulled down his panties, and she greased up 
his ass-hole. She could tell that either he had never had anything up there, 
or if he had it had been long ago, and not often, and she knew that no male 
slave of hers could serve her if he did not have his ass-hole violated 
frequently. 

She took a slim dildo, and she greased it too, and she worked it in hard to 
the ass-hole of her slave. He grunted with the pain, but then he grew used 
to the feel of the object in his ass-hole, and she started to fuck his ass 
with it, and then she took it out, and she saw with satisfaction that his 
cock was hard again, even though he had just come. Steffie was hot from the 
sight of the dildo-fucking that her fellow slave had just gotten, and she 
wondered what would happen next. 

As she watched Sofie took up another dildo, that was thicker than the first, 
and she greased that too, and she rammed it hard into the ass-hole of her 
panty slave. He cried out with the pain that he felt when she did that, and 
she moaned with pleasure at the passion that she felt from dildo-raping his 
ass-hole. 

She shoved the dildo all the way into his ass-hole, and then she put the 
panties over it, so that it would stay in place. She smiled at the way that 
she had humiliated her slut of a slave, and she knew that he loved it 
because his cock was now bigger than she had ever seen it, and she sighed 
with passion. She knew that sometime soon she would strap on a dildo and 
fuck him with it, but now she wanted to humiliate him some more, and she 
decided that she would not give him the pleasure of having him fuck the 
other slave. 

Instead she decided that she would suck the slave in front of him, to tease 
him and drive him wild. So she tied his hands behind his back, and then sat 
him down in a chair, and she secured him to that with a rope that passed 
across his chest and around the back of the chair, and then she and Steffie 
went at each other like two animals while Brent watched helplessly. 

His cock was throbbing, and the pain that he had been feeling from the dildo 
that was in his ass had turned, by now, mostly to pleasure, and the sight of 
the two women making it in front of him was driving him wild with lust. He 
knew that if his hands had been free he would not have been able to keep 
from playing with his hard cock, but as it was he could simply sit and 
watch, his cock throbbing with lust. 

Steffie moaned as her mistress sucked her, and then Steffie gasped with pure 
and unadulterated lust as she felt the thin dildo that had been the first 
thing that Brent had ever taken up his ass-hole being slid into her ass. It 
felt very good as it went up in her, and she moaned with lust, and she 
started to talk to her mistress. 

"Yes mistress, fuck my ass-hole, dildo-fuck my ass-hole, rape me in the ass. 
Do it hard, suck me, fuck my ass-hole, lick my clit, make me come and make 
me come so hard that I will be weak for a long time. Oooo, yes that feels so 
damn good." 

Sofie got hot from these words of her slave, and she got even hotter as she 
looked up at Brent, whose cock was hard as a rock, and who looked at the two 
women and burned with lust. She knew that the next phase of his training 
would involve his maid's outfit, and that she would invite a couple of 
dominant women who were friends of hers to help with his training. She knew 
that he would do anything for her, and that he was hers, a true slave who 
loved to dress in women's clothing. Steffie' moans drew her attention away 
from Brent. 

The hot little slut loved the feel of the hard dildo that was jammed up her 
ass. and Sofie stopped sucking the little slut, and when she did that the 
slut started to play with herself. and her fingers were flying over her hard 
clit, and she sighed and grunted and moaned with the passion that filled 
her, and she started to come, started to come hard, the juices flowing like 
a river of thick rich cream from her hot and soaking cunt. Sofie looked at 
the slut, and she knew that Brent would have given anything, at that moment, 
to be released from the chair to which she had bound him, would have given 
anything to have been allowed to fuck the hot slut who was playing with her 
cunt in front of him. 

But there was nothing that Brent could do, for he was in the power of his 
mistress, and she loved the control she had over him, she loved knowing that 
he would do anything for her, and that soon he would be her maid. 

In the lust that filled her Sofie managed to find a release from the 
pressures of running her firm, and she forgot, for the time being, about the 
problems that she was having, about the gamble that she was taking, and 
about the fact that Ann still had not contacted the office. All that she 
cared about was her slaves and the pleasures that she could get from them, 
and they were both moaning, Steffie from the lusts that she was fulfilling 
with her fingers, and Brent from the passion that he could do nothing about, 
the lust that made his hard cock throb against the sheer nylon of the 
panties that he wore. Sofie let her slut masturbate until the little bitch 
was so tired that she stopped, and then she left the slut alone, and turned 
her attention to her cross-dressing slave who was bound to the chair. 

"I see that my little girl is hard and ready. Well. I think that I shall 
play with his cock while he sits tied to the chair. Oh, doesn't my little 
shit look nice in his bra and his panties and his shoes. Tomorrow night, 
since it is Friday, I am going to have some female friends over, and you 
will be our maid. Mmmmmm, I know that my little piece of shit will like to 
wear his French maid's uniform. Mmmmmm, I know that he-likes it when his 
mistress touches his hard cock through the nylon of his panties. Beg me to 
play with it, beg me, or I will stop, and I will leave you here tied to this 
chair all night." 

"Oh mistress, please make it come, please play with it," said Brent. 

Then she waited for him to say more, but he fell silent, being so filled 
with lust that he found that he could hardly talk. She toyed for a while 
with his cock, and then she took it out of his panties, and she rubbed it 
skillfully, and she knew that it would not be long before he came all over 
her hands. 

She grinned at him and he moaned with lust, and she did it faster and 
faster, and Ms cock was slick with the juices that were dripping from it, 
and then he gave a loud grunt and a groan, and he shot hard, all over her 
hand and his panties. 

"All right you worm lick my hands clean," she said, and then she gave him 
her semen-covered hands, and he was licking them clean, and she loved the 
feel of his tongue as it licked his own come from her fingers. When he had 
cleaned her fingers off she untied him, and left him with some food in his 
room, and she looked at Steffie who was asleep, being so tired from all of 
the time she had come. Sofie smiled down at the slave, and she thought about 
letting the hot cunt sleep there, but she did not want the girl to be there 
in the morning, and so she woke her up, and sent her home. 

Then Sofie went to sleep, and she tried to sleep, but all at once the 
problems of work came flooding back to her, and she sighed and tossed and 
turned for most of the night. She had fallen asleep finally, just as dawn 
was breaking, but then her alarm was ringing, and she dragged herself up and 
she went off to work. 

Then she had some good news, for she found out that one of the places that 
had made shoes for her for a long time had had a big cancellation, and they 
wanted to know if they could take the extra business that she had. It was 
just barely not too late, for all of the agreements with new factories had 
been over the phone, and nothing had been signed, and she talked it over 
with the new people whom she had contacted, and they understood her 
situation, and knew that she was doing the right thing, even if it meant 
that she would take some business from them. 

That good news relaxed her a lot, and she took a long lunch, and relaxed, 
and called a couple of friends to have dinner with her that night and to 
then help with the slave whom she was training as a maid. But then she 
started to think about Ann, and she did not worry about not having the new 
lines from abroad, but she worried about the safety of her friend. She knew 
that Ann could take care of herself, but it was not like her not to have 
sent a cable. 

So even though it was after midnight in Paris, she called the hotel where 
Ann was supposed to have been staying and they told her that Ann had 
vanished without paying the bill. Sofie said that she would wire the money. 

When she said that she would pay they loosened up considerably, and they 
said that she had fled Paris, but that as far as they knew she was safe, and 
that the man who was chasing her had not caught her. Sofie was shaken at 
this news, but the people to whom she was talking did not know anything 
more, and she hung up feeling very upset. She did not know what she would do 
now since she did not think that she could go through with the punishment 
that she had planned for the evening. 

In London Ann however had been thinking about calling her friend, and she 
decided that she would risk it, before she and Basil got down to the session 
that they were about to have. So she called, and Sofie was very happy to 
hear from her. 

"Where are you baby? Are you all right? What the hell is going on?" 

"I'm all right, and I can't talk for long, and I should be back in New York 
over the weekend, I don't know when, and I'll call you when I am at the 
airport. Look, it's a hell of a long story, and I still don't know if it all 
will work out all right, but I just thought that I would let you know that I 
am OK. Try not to worry, and I've got to go now." The line went dead, and 
Sofie shook her head, and she wondered if Sofie had been forced to say what 
she had. But she knew her friend and fellow worker well, and her voice had 
not been the voice of someone who was captive. She shook her head, but all 
in all she was happy to know that Ann was alive and well. Now she knew that 
she could have a decent evening, and she hoped that she could lose herself 
in the sex that she was going to have, and thus forget the worry that she 
felt. 

She left the office early, and she met her friends at a bar where they 
sometimes went, and they sipped drinks, and talked of this and that. Sofie 
looked at Carla and Jane, who were dominants like her, and she smiled as she 
thought of how they all would abuse the slut who was becoming her 
cross-dressing maid. 

Carla was tall and big and blonde. She was over six feet, and not fat, but 
big, with huge tits and a big ass. She looked the part of a mistress, and 
she played it to perfection, and her slaves loved her, for she was an 
expert. 

As Sofie talked about the training that she had already put Brent through 
the other women's eyes gleamed with lust, and soon their cunts were 
dripping, and they knew that soon they would go back to the apartment, and 
that there the punishment would begin. Carla's huge nipples were swollen, 
and she could hardly wait. 

Jane was slim and not too tall, about five four, and she looked very sweet, 
with her light brown hair, but in fact she was as cruel a bitch as ever held 
a whip in her delicate hands. She loved to see slaves crawl, and she liked 
to be sucked for a long time, until her slaves were tired, and begged to be 
released from the clamps of her strong thighs. And she too was hot now, and 
she longed to get down to the action. 

And then Sofie knew that she too could wait no longer, and soon the three of 
them were in a cab, and then they were in the apartment, and Sofie was 
showing them the costume that Brent was to wear for the first time. 

They were hot and ready, but they also knew that they would want a cock to 
fuck that night, and that Brent would not do. So Sofie called Jack, a slave 
of hers with a huge cock that he knew how to use, and he said that he would 
be over and they knew that they would fuck him in front of Brent, and that 
for tonight he would only be allowed hands on his cock. 

They had all brought costumes, and they changed into them. Carla wore 
sandals and long black gloves and a studded collar, and she also wore a belt 
of black leather around her waist, a belt that she knew she would take off 
and use to whip a slave before the evening was over. She played a little 
with her wet cunt, and she was hot and ready. 

Jane wore a riding outfit, and she was dressed only from the waist down, and 
she carried a riding crop. Sofie, just for the sake of contrast, was naked 
except for a pair of black pumps. The women looked at each other, and they 
knew that it would be a long evening of lust. Sofie thought for a minute 
about Ann, but then the lusts that were building in her, that were filling 
her cunt with cream and making her nipples swell with lust drove her worries 
from her, and she thought only of the sex and the sadism that was to come. 

Brent, in his room, had heard the women come in, and he knew that soon he 
would be in for another night of sex and punishment. His cock was hard, and 
he ached with lust, and he knew that he was a true slave at heart. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Back in London Ann was ready to begin the punishment of her slave. Basil 
knelt before her and kissed the leather of her boots. He could feel her toes 
flexing as her cunt-smell started to fill the air of the room, and his cock 
was hard, and he longed for the sting of the whip. He knew that she would 
give him what he needed, and he hoped that she would be cruel, for then he 
knew that he would get the maximum amount of pleasure out of what she was 
going to do to him. 

He had been beaten all throughout his boyhood, most often by cruel women, 
and all of them had taken a sexual pleasure in it, and often had.played with 
his cock while they hit him and he had sensed their lusts, and from that 
time on his sexuality was inextricably linked to being whipped. He continued 
to kiss the boots of the hot bitch who was going to dominate him, and he 
longed for the kiss of the whip. 

"Present your ass for my whip, you little worm, and you must play with your 
cock while I hit you, but you must not come." He knelt, facing away from 
her, and he moaned with lust as the first harsh blows hit his wailing ass. 

She stood facing him, so that she could let him look at her, and she reached 
over and behind him to whip his ass, which was soon red and burning from the 
punishment that she was giving him. And while she hit him he was playing 
with his cock, and it was soon slick with the juices that were leaking from 
it, and she liked the way that it looked, and she liked the sounds that it 
made as he played with it. She hit his ass for a long time, and he took all 
of it, liking the pain, needing the pain, and Ann's cunt was wet and hot 
when she finally decided to stop whipping his ass. 

"Come on my boots, slave," she said, and he moved into position and he 
moaned with pleasure and with the need to come and worked his hard dick 
faster. She inhaled briefly, and flared her nostrils, and she watched his 
cock, wanting to see the semen shooting out of it, loving it when they came 
in front of her. It was the power that she liked, the power and the sex, the 
knowing that the slave was hers. Hers to whip, hers to fuck in the ass with 
a dildo, hers to punish and abuse. 

He grunted, and his hand flew even faster over the hard shaft of his dick, 
and then his cock got a little bigger, and the hole at its end opened some, 
and she knew that he was about to do it, was about to come on her boots. She 
felt her cunt getting even wetter as she watched him and then the first 
burst of sticky come was coming out of it, all over the soft and supple 
leather of her boots. She flexed her toes as he came, coming hard all over 
the leather. Finally he was done, and she ordered him to clean her boots 
with his tongue, and she felt even hotter as she watched him. 

"Do you want to suck my wet cunt? Yes, I know that you do, I know that you 
want to lick it, to taste it, and I know that you want to lick my ass-hole 
too. Mmmmmm, I know that it would taste good. But you are a naughty boy, and 
I do not know if I should let you lick it. First you will have to take a 
dildo up your ass, and then we shall see. Here is some oil. Lie on your 
back, raise your legs, and work the oil up your ass-hole until you can get 
three fingers inside yourself. If you do not do this, I shall simply ignore 
you for the rest of the night." 

She leaned against the edge of a table, and she played slowly with her wet 
cunt as she watched Basil starting to oil his ass. First he used one finger 
to work the grease up his rear, and that went in easily enough. Then he 
moaned with pain and with pleasure as he added the second finger, and he 
worked the two fingers in and out of his ass-hole with real vigor. He did 
that for a long time, and Ann was very hot, and she slipped two fingers into 
her cunt, and she was so wet that she felt as if she had used some of that 
oil herself. 

Then he grunted and he got the third finger up in his ass-hole. It hurt him, 
and it was a tight fit, but he knew that that was what she wanted, and she 
moaned with lust as she saw that he had been able to comply with her orders. 
His cock was hard again, even though he had come so recently, and she knew 
that he wanted her to touch it, and she loved the feeling of power that she 
had as she looked at him. 

"Very well slave, I shall fuck you in the ass-hole with my strap-on dildo, 
so you may remove your fingers from your hole." He did as she had said for 
him to do, and he lay on his back, in just the position that he had been 
lying, and then he moaned as she strapped on the rubber cock, and then she 
was on him, as if he were a woman and she a man fucking him in the 
missionary position. 

She worked the cock into his ass-hole, and she felt his cock hard against 
her belly, and her tits pressed into his chest, and she was hot, and she 
reached down and played with her clit as she dildo-fucked his ass-hole. 

"You must not come slave, even if you like the way that my soft belly rubs 
against your hard cock. And you must he still while your mistress fucks 
you." 

He moaned a little, and the friction of her belly against his cock felt 
good, so good that he did not know if he could stand it. But he managed to 
hold back, and she fucked him hard, and she worked her clit while she did 
that and she was hot and she knew that it would not be long before she came. 

She moaned then, and she bit her lips with the lusts that filled her. Her 
cunt was gooey and hot, and she knew that if there had been another man 
there she would have fucked him, have taken his hard cock deep inside her 
belly-mouth, and fucked him until he was dead to the world, and his cock 
hung limp and useless in his groin. But she would not do a slave the honor 
of fucking him, at least not like that, and she had to content herself with 
playing with her clit. She started to come, and she shook quietly as she did 
that, and she fought to keep from showing just how good she felt, for she 
did not want her slave to know just how much pleasure she was getting. 

Then she pulled the rubber dick out of his ass-hole, and she gave it to him 
to lick, and he moaned as he sucked it, and his cock was hard and throbbing. 
She wondered if after he came again he would have enough stamina to come a 
third time, and she knew that she would keep him going after she jerked him 
off. 

She waited until he had cleaned off the dildo and then she knelt beside him 
and she started to play with his cock, subtly and slowly. He moaned with 
lust, and he knew that he was helpless in her hands, and that he would come 
no matter what she said she would do to him if he did. 

"Does my naughty pig like it when his mistress plays with his hard cock? I 
know that he is going to come all over his mistress' hands, and I can tell 
that he is going to shoot. I know that he-likes to spend all day playing 
with his cock, and that he dreams of putting it in me, of fucking my wet 
cunt. But he knows that that is not allowed. Mmmmmm, that feels good, my 
little shit, doesn't it? Yes, here it comes, here comes the sperm." 

He moaned with lust, and then he started to shoot, and he came very hard, 
although there was not as much juice in him as there had been the first 
time. He moaned and shook with lust, and when he was done he licked off her 
hand, and she moaned a little since she was very hot, and she stood over him 
where he lay on the rug. 

She could not help it, she just had to play with her wet pussy, and she 
stroked and rubbed it, and she came again and again, moaning with lust. She 
laughed out loud as she saw that his cock was getting hard again, but she 
was tired and she did not want to take the trouble to make him come again, 
and so she left him, and they said goodnight. 

The next day passed quickly, and she was packed by the late afternoon, and 
she slept until one in the morning, when with the wig on her head she set 
out for the north of England, and then Scotland. The drive was long and 
boring, and they did not stop all the way to Glasgow, except for food and 
gas and the bathroom. The driver took her to a room where she slept, and 
then she cleaned herself up, and before she knew it she was on the plane for 
New York, and she arrived on Sunday. 

But let us go back now to the training of Brent, and follow it through to 
the time of the phone call that Ann made to Sofie. . 

On Friday night Carla and Jane and Sofie were hot for their slave, and they 
knew that too they would have the hard cock of Jack to fuck and they knew 
that it was time to begin. Sofie brought Brent in and the other women looked 
him over. He was naked, and the female clothing that he was to wear was 
waiting for him. 

"I see that the little shit has a hard-on, and no one has said that he is 
allowed to have one. Well, I think that I shall whip him now, before he gets 
to put on the lingerie and the outfit that give him so much pleasure. Look 
at how the worm is hard from thinking about the feel of nylon against his 
skin. All right worm, bend over for your spanking." 

Brent did so, and Jane brought her palm down hard against his ass, and he 
moaned with lust, and then with pain as the force with which she hit him 
increased. His cock stayed hard however, despite the pain that he was 
feeling, and she hit him harder and harder, for she wanted his cock to go 
down. But he liked the pain too much for that, and even when she was done he 
was hard. 

Jane was disappointed in her slave, and she looked to the others for some 
ideas. 

For a moment not one of them spoke, since they were too preoccupied with the 
sight of the red ass of the slave. Although Brent was in a world of burning 
pain, his cock was hard, and he knew that if he were allowed to come he 
would come hard, and he hoped that he would serve Sofie and her dominant 
friends, as well as he could. 

Finally Carla spoke. "Let us dildo-fuck the little shit. All right slave, 
bend over so that I can oil that ass-hole of yours, and I do not want any 
shit out of you, or it will go very hard with you." The other women watched 
with faces that were masks of lust as Brent bent over and spread the cheeks 
of his ass. They gazed for a moment at the tight ass-hole, so wrinkled and 
so brown, that soon was to be penetrated and raped with the dildo. They 
loved the power that they felt as they watched, and they knew that their 
cunts would be even hotter and wetter when the slave was well-fucked. He 
moaned with lust as he felt the strong fingers of Carla starting to grease 
his tight ass-hole, and he buried his head in the carpet, serving her. 

Carla shoved two of her greasy fingers into the slave-ass that was hers for 
the moment, and the other two women watched with parted lips, panting and 
grunting with the lusts that filled them as they watched the violation of 
the slave. He was in pain now for Carla was working her fingers hard in and 
out of his ass-hole, and she soon had added a third finger to the two with 
which she had started to penetrate him. He could hardly take the three 
greasy digits up his ass, and for a few moments he wondered if they were not 
going too far. But then he grew used to the feel of the fingers up his ass, 
and his cock, which had been drooping a Utile, rose once again to its full 
state of erection. He longed to play with it, but he knew that as he had not 
been given permission to play with it he dared not touch it. 

"Yes, fuck the ass-hole of the little shit with your fingers, do it to him 
hard and fast, make him feel it. Carla, put the dildo in, since it is big 
and hard and it will teach the little worm that we mean business." Carla 
nodded, but for a few moments she continued to work her greased fingers in 
and out of the slave-ass, since she was so hot from what she was doing that 
it was hard to stop. Finally she pulled her fingers out of Brent's ass-hole, 
and she grinned at her friends. 

The slave did not move, but simply stayed in his place on the floor, and 
waited for the next assault on his ass-hole. It was not long in coming, for 
soon he felt the hard head of a huge rubber cock being pushed against the 
already violated entrance to his virgin ass-hole. He gasped with pain as it 
started to slide into him, and soon it hurt so much that it was all that he 
could do to keep from begging for mercy. The three mistresses, Carla who was 
fucking the slave's ass-hole with the dildo, and Sofie and Jane, who were 
watching, were getting so hot that it was hard to keep on punishing the 
slut. But they knew that they wanted to see him dressed as a woman, and that 
they would do that before they got around to satisfying the lusts that were 
burning their cunts. They watched with hard tits and wet pussies. 

Carla had worked the hard artificial cock all the way up the ass-hole of the 
slave, and she left it all the way up for a while, and while it was in the 
ass-hole that was stretched so painfully around it she started to spank the 
ass of the slave. He was moaning with pain, and Jane saw with a grin that 
his cock was going down, and she knew then that they had the control that 
they wanted over the little shit. 

Carla, having grown tired of spanking, went back to playing with the dildo, 
and she started to work it in and out of the tight ass-hole of Brent Miller. 
Still he felt nothing but pain, and he longed for the time when he would be 
allowed to put on women's clothing, for though that would be humiliating, it 
would not hurt. But for now he had to take the pain, and he did not know if 
he could do so for much longer. But after a while his ass-hole grew used to 
the intruder in it, and then Brent started to get hard again, and so Carla 
pulled the greasy dildo out of his ass, and then all three of the women 
watched with evident satisfaction as the slave was forced to lick the dildo 
clean. He moaned with lust as he did that, for he loved being humiliated 
like that, and he knew that if he were allowed to come that night he would 
come hard and long, from the punishment that he was getting. He looked up at 
the three women who were in control of him, and then as he saw that they 
were offended by that, he dropped his eyes and looked only at their feet. 
They flexed their ankles as he looked at them, and he felt his cock getting 
so hard that he could hardly stand it. He knew that he shouldn't, but he 
started to jerk-off. 

"What., you little piece of shit, you subhuman turd, do you dare to touch 
that miserable cock of yours without the permission of your mistress? Carla, 
tie his hands so that he cannot touch his cock." And Sofie watched with a 
cruel smile as the slave had his hands tied, and then she and her friends 
knew that it was time to begin the dressing of the slave who was to be a 
maid. They made him put on the panties and the bra, and even though he was 
in pain, from the spanking that he had gotten and from the dildo that had 
been rammed up his ass-hole, he got so hot from the feel of the bra and 
panties against his skin that he soon did not care about the pain. 

His cock throbbed against the nylon of the panties, and once again he longed 
to whack off, to play with his hard dick, and his mistresses knew that he 
wanted to do that, wanted to come for them, but they loved knowing that he 
was totally and completely in their power, and they laughed cruelly at the 
lusts of their slave. 

"The little shit is hot, isn't he? I think it is time for the dress and the 
shoes, and then he can serve us with his tongue." When Jane had spoken the 
others nodded, and soon Brent was in heels that were painfully tight, and in 
a cute dress, a maid's outfit, black with a frilly white apron. He loved the 
way that it felt to be dressed like that, and now that the pain had eased so 
that he could hardly feel it he longed to serve Sofie forever, to be her 
willing slave. They made him walk around the room and laughed as he fell 
from not knowing how to walk in the shoes. Then they told him to bend at 
their feet, and he licked the shoes that they were wearing until the leather 
was shiny with his spittle. His cock pressed hard against the panties that 
he was wearing, and made a tent in the front of the skirt of his outfit. He 
knew then that dressing in women's clothes was the fulfillment of one of his 
most secret fantasies, and he knew that he had never felt as excited as he 
was at this moment. He moaned as he licked shoes, moaned with the lusts that 
filled him. He knew that he had to come, and desperately tried to rub his 
cock through the clothes that he wore, but they could tell what he was doing 
and soon they made him stop, and spanked him for a while for doing what he 
did. He ached then for they had hit him hard, and his cock drooped a little, 
but he was still so hot and so horny that he was desperate for sex. He 
wanted to suck them, to taste their flesh, to lick their gamy ass-holes. 
Their cunts dripped with passion. 

Then Carla could stand it no longer, and she knew that she had to have a 
slave-tongue on her cunt. And she loved the way that the slave looked in his 
outfit, and she knew that she would have him suck her off for a long time. 
He moaned with lust as she spread the lips of her cunt, and she played with 
it in front of him for-a while, and she got hotter and hotter while she did 
that. She knew that she would let him suck her, for a long time, but for the 
moment she wanted to tease him and she laughed at the way that he looked at 
her. The other two women were also hot and he knew that it would not be long 
before they were sucking each other off. 

Finally, after a long time of teasing, Carla was ready to have her slave 
suck her cunt, and she grabbed his head, and pulled him to her, and she 
moaned with lust as she felt the first warm touches of his tongue on her wet 
cunt. She locked her legs around his head, so that he could hardly breathe. 
She loved the feeling of control that she had, knowing that he would do 
anything for her, including suck her cunt for as long as she wanted him to. 
He was moaning with pleasure as he sucked her off, and his cock was very 
hard, and had made a wet spot in the front of his skirt. The other two women 
were ready to go, and soon they were playing with their cunts as they 
watched the slave, dressed in his maid's outfit, sucking Carla. 

Sofie worked two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, and she moaned 
with the lusts that filled her, that made her cunt so wet and her tits so 
hard. She rubbed the stiff nipples of both her breasts. She sighed and 
groaned with lust as she did that, and Jane, who was also masturbating, and 
hot, added her moans to those of her fellow mistresses. Brent thought that 
he was, as it were, in slave heaven, and he felt as if all that he wanted to 
do for the rest of his life was to suck the cunt of the hot bitch who, only 
so recently, had jammed a dildo up his ass. He could still feel a touch of 
the pain that she had inflicted on him, but it was mostly pleasure that he 
felt, pleasure at the clothes that he was wearing, and pleasure at the taste 
and the smell of the wet twat that he was licking. Carla moved so that her 
slave could lick her clit, and she was almost ready to come, and she raised 
her hips off the chair on which she was sitting, and she ground them hard 
against Brent's face. The other women were also close to coming. 

"Suck my clit harder, you little worm, suck it and make your mistress come," 
said Carla, and the other two women worked their own clits harder as they 
heard her words. The air was filled with the sexy odor of wet cunt, and the 
sounds of passion that were in the room made Brent's cock even harder. He 
wanted to play with it as he sucked the cunt of the hot bitch who watched 
him cruelly, but he knew that it was not allowed, and so he could only moan 
with the lusts that filled him. 

Then Carla was coming under his tongue, and she moaned loudly, and her large 
frame shook with the force of the passion that filled her. On and on went 
her climax, for she made sure that the mouth and tongue and lips of her 
slave did not leave her clit as she came. The other two women stopped 
playing with their wet cunts so that they could watch, and the both were 
impressed with the force of the pleasure that was shaking Carla. Brent hung 
on for dear life, sucking harder and harder, and hardly being able to 
breathe. But he did not care, and simply moaned with pleasure from the 
pleasure that he was giving his mistress. Finally she was done, and she 
smiled at the little worm, and she knew that she would let him play with his 
dick for her, that she would let him come on the rug and then lick it up. 

But first she looked to the others for approval, and the two of them, being 
so far gone with lust that they could not speak, nodded their assent. And 
then Brent at last could touch his hard cock, and he was working it hard, 
and he loved knowing and feeling that he was in a maid's outfit, and that he 
was at the feet of three hot cunts who loved to humiliate and whip him. 
Although he had thought that he would shoot almost as soon as he touched his 
hard cock, he did not, and in fact jerked his cock for a while in front of 
the three women. They were hot from watching him, and came as they watched, 
and their cries and moans excited him greatly. He sighed and panted with the 
effort of working his hard cock, and his prick was wet with the juices that 
were leaking from it, and Brent's hand made loud and slurping noises as it 
slid up and down along the slick shaft of his cock. Harder and harder he 
worked it, and then he grunted and tensed and as his cock swelled just a 
little more all of the people in the room knew that it would not be long 
before he shot. The three women stopped playing with their wet cunts so that 
they could watch, and they had those expressions of total lust that glazed 
their eyes on their faces. 

The room was silent, except for the sounds that Brent was making as he came 
closer and closer to coming. Harder and harder he worked it, and then as he 
held his breath his cock heaved and bucked, and then he was shooting onto 
the rug. There was an impressive amount of come, and the women watched with 
lusty delight as he emptied his loins in front of them When he was done they 
made him clean off the mg with his tongue, and they loved watching him do 
that, for they knew that the fact that he would do that meant that he was 
totally in their power. 

When he was done he was taken back to his room, and tied to the bed for the 
night. The three women masturbated a little more, and then sat around 
chatting and drinking. Finally they left, and then Sofie started to wonder 
again about Ann, and despite the phone call she was worried, and she worried 
all weekend until Sunday. 

On Sunday afternoon, early, Sofie was sitting and reading the paper when the 
phone rang, and it was Ann from the airport, none the worse for wear. She 
took a cab and arrived at So fie's about an hour and a half later, and the 
two women hugged each other for a long time. 

"Oh baby, I was so worried. What happened? Tell me about it baby, and are 
you sure that you're OK?" And Sofie looked anxiously at her friend. 

"Honey, I'm fine, but right now I am so tired that I can hardly think. Let 
me go home and sleep, and I'll see you at the office tomorrow. OK?" 

"Sure baby, I'll have the doorman get you a cab." And Ann went home, and she 
fell asleep until nearly noon on the following day, and when she awoke it 
was as if the whole mess abroad had never happened, and she felt good, and 
she went to the office with her head high, looking good. There she told 
Sofie the whole thing, and Sofie shook her head in wonder at the fact that 
Ann had gotten away, and she knew that she would not let her go back to 
Europe for a good long time. The women then got down to business, and poured 
over the data that Ann had brought. Ann was ecstatic over the news of the 
big order that Sofie had gotten, and the two women knew that business would 
be good. 

But in England a slimy character, who hung around the East End of London, 
and who would do anything for a pound or two, stepped to a phone booth, and 
called a number in Paris collect. He spoke quickly, and gave Jean's henchman 
Ann's New York address. Jean's aide promised the stool-pigeon an extra ten 
pounds. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

In Paris Jean talked to an American, John Slocum, who had done work for him 
before, and he told the man that he wanted Ann kidnapped, and brought to 
France for his pleasure. It was not that he wanted her that badly, but 
rather that he was very angry at the way that she had outwitted him and knew 
that he had to seek his revenge. Had she given in to him in Paris when they 
had first met he would probably have used her for his pleasure for perhaps a 
month, and would then have let her go. But now he knew that when he got her 
he would keep her for a while, and he burned with lust and with anger as he 
thought of what she had done to him. 

Slocum took the Concorde to New York, and he was there on Tuesday afternoon, 
staying at the Pierre, and enjoying life on the money that he had been given 
for expenses. He lazed around the room and took a nap, and then he started 
to think of how he would get the bitch whom he had been sent to kidnap. He 
knew that she liked to dominate, and he decided that he would get to know 
her, let her enslave him, and then rebel and take her away. He had brought 
some pentothal, and a hypodermic, and he knew that once he had drugged her 
he could call a certain number, and then men would come and put her on a 
French freighter, and that would be the last that she saw of New York, at 
least for a while. He decided to simply watch her for a couple of days, and 
then to meet her on the weekend. 

He went out, and had a decent meal, though Paris had spoiled him as far as 
food was concerned. The coffee in America, he thought, was just not the 
same. Then he walked back up to the hotel, and watched television for a 
while, and then he knew that he would spend some of his money on a whore. He 
knew that he could pick up a sex paper and call an escort service, but that 
was too risky, since you never knew what you were getting, and besides, the 
Pierre was not the kind of hotel where one of those girls would have an easy 
time. But he had the number of an exclusive whorehouse, that he patronized 
when he was in New York, and he was sure that on a Tuesday night there would 
be no problem getting an appointment. He said that he wanted two girls for 
two hours, and set it up for ten. 

He knew that with Greek his party would run him close to five hundred, since 
the base price for one girl for an hour was one twenty five, and he put five 
fifty in an envelope in his breast pocket, and hopped a cab up to Park 
Avenue in the eighties, where the house occupied a duplex in a building 
where the tenants did not suspect what went on there. He walked in, and saw 
that there were three girls working and that they all were stunning. He 
relaxed with a Scotch, and looked them over. 

Jennifer was about five-five, with a pouty face, dark hair, great legs and 
tits that made him hot. Mary was a small red head, who looked like she would 
never quit. And Sara was a tall, busty blonde, who swung her legs 
seductively as she looked at him. 

The girls liked the way that he looked, slim and lean and tough, and they 
liked the fact that he was relaxed, and they could tell that he would not be 
a problem. Of course, the clientele of the house was screened carefully 
enough so that a problem from a trick was unlikely, and besides there was a 
bouncer with his dog behind the scenes. But he was not old and fat, and 
though they were pros they felt a little touch of lust as they looked at 
him. Besides, they knew that he had a lot of cash to spend, and it was a 
Tuesday, a slow night, and they could use the money. They got half of the 
price, and sometimes hustled the Johns for tips, although they were not 
supposed to. 

Finally he picked Jennifer and Sara, since he liked them bosomy, and they 
took him to a lavish bedroom, with a bathroom off it. "What kind of party 
are you interested in?" said Sara, and he paid for the two of them for two 
hours, French and straight and Greek, and the two girls sucking each other. 
That was four fifty, and he tipped them each fifty up front. They told him 
to strip and shower, and left him. He took a quick shower, and he lay down 
on the bed, and his cock was hard and dripping. 

They came back in and smiled at his erection and then they looked over his 
cock, pumping it a little to make sure that there was no discharge. Then, 
silently, they stripped, and Sara lay down on the bed and started to suck 
his cock, and he motioned to Jennifer to sit on his face. Sara sucked him 
slowly, and her mouth was very wet and warm, and he could tell that she did 
not have a piece of rubber in her mouth, and she was good at what she was 
doing. He started to drip in her mouth, and from time to time she would turn 
her head to spit. But she sucked him slowly and well, and played with his 
balls while she did so. 

He sucked hard on the cunt of Sara, and she sat quite still as he did that, 
and he knew that part of their style was not to show any emotion. But he 
licked the cunt that was in his face skillfully, and sucked up the whole 
area around the clit into his mouth, and soon she was dripping, and her clit 
was hard between his lips. It was a big clit, and soon she was breathing 
harder, and moaning, and he looked up and he saw that her tits were getting 
hard. Sara was still blowing him, moving her wet mouth slowly over his cock, 
concentrating like the expert that she was on the underside of the head of 
his cock. She toyed with his balls, and she felt herself getting just a 
touch aroused although she had had so many cocks in her mouth that she 
hardly got a thrill from sucking one anymore. 

He liked the total anonymity of the sex, the fact that he had paid and that 
there would not be any morning after, any phone calls, any talk of love. For 
he had found that so many women who fancied themselves liberated really 
longed for love, and would cling like hell to someone who picked them up and 
showed them a good time. Sara blew him harder, and as his climax approached 
Jennifer got off his face, and he arched his hips off the bed on which he 
was lying, and soon he shot, coming hard, and Sara took his come in her 
mouth, and then she went to the bathroom to spit it out. 

He lay on the bed, and the two girls lay around naked next to him, smoking, 
and they talked a little. He said that he was in New York on business, and 
they had no reason to doubt it, for the suit was custom made and so were the 
shoes, and they knew that money was not a problem for him. They did not 
care, really, who he was, as long as he paid and did not hassle them. About 
twenty minutes were gone of his time, and he knew that he would come again, 
after he watched the two of them sucking each other off. So he told them to 
do that, and they started, trying not to show any pleasure. But they were 
getting sort of hot, and soon they gave up trying to hide it, and he watched 
with lust as they slid and slithered against each other, and soon the room 
smelled of their wet cunts. They were really hot and he knew that they were 
coming, and he knew better than to talk about it, for there was the matter 
of their pride. He was hard again, and he knew that he would fuck one of 
them up the ass-hole, and that he would have to use a rubber to do that, but 
after all it could not be helped, and he did not care. 

He picked Jennifer, and she got on all fours on the bed, and Sara slipped 
the rubber on him, and smeared some jelly around its tip, and greased the 
other girl's ass-hole, and then he was pushing his cock into her ass. He 
slid in easily, and he knew that she had taken a lot of cock up her rear, 
and he liked that, liked knowing that she was a whore, who made no pretense 
about the value of sex. He knew other women in New York, who would fuck him 
if he took them to Le Grenouille, and then perhaps dancing at the Rainbow 
room, with a nightcap somewhere else, but he did not want to put up with the 
bullshit, with pretending that he cared about them. 

He cared about some women, the ones who could think and who could take care 
of themselves, the ones who would take cash instead of dinner, or who would 
fuck him without the bullshit, expecting nothing more than mutual pleasure. 
But soon he did not think about anything except the ass-hole of the hooker 
whom he was fucking, and he rammed her hard, his big cock hurting her a 
little, but she was a pro, and did not complain. He fucked her ass-hole for 
a long time, and although he was close he kept slipping away, off the edge, 
and finally he stopped, and he had Jennifer blow him, and found an extra 
twenty so that Sara would rim him while he got is cock sucked. 

Finally he came, and there were a few minutes left, but he didn't care, and 
he showered again, and dressed, and went back to the hotel to sleep. He was 
sated and thought now only of the job at hand, of taking Ann back to France. 
He knew that he would have to kiss her boots to get close to her, and he did 
not like that, for if he got into that sort of thing, it was in the other 
direction. But he was getting well-paid, and he did not really care. He 
watched an old movie for a while, and then he slept, thinking that he would 
watch the office tomorrow and see where she went for lunch. 

Sofie and Ann spent Wednesday on business, but Sofie found time to tell her 
friend about the new slave whom she had, and both women found that they were 
getting hot and excited as they thought about punishing Brent, and about how 
he looked in the clothes that they made him wear, and that excited him so 
much. They knew that he was a true submissive, and they liked that, and felt 
a kind of affection for him. Ann and Sofie went to a decent restaurant in 
the neighborhood, and Slocum spotted them and took i table as close to them 
as he could get. 

He made no attempt to pick Ann up. but he spent some time eyeing her shoes, 
until he was sure that she noticed, and he turned away and made himself 
blush when she wiggled her toes as he watched. The heads of the two women 
went together, and he could tell that they were talking about him and they 
laughed. He knew that they both were interested. In fact, he sensed that 
they were ready to pick him up right then and there, but he left before they 
had a chance, knowing that that would increase the mystery. 

'Who is he?" said Ann. "I've never seen him around, but he is sure 
good-looking and I am sure that he was getting into my feet. Did you see the 
way that he blushed? I bet he dreams of being dominated, and that we could 
have him. Do you know who he is? Ever seen him around?" 

"No I haven't," said Sofie, "But maybe he's just in New York on business. 
That would be OK if he is here for a while. But unless he shows up here 
again we'll never know Tell you what, let's eat here tomorrow and see if he 
shows; and if he does, we'll see. But if he is not here, forget it, I've got 
a slave at home, and there are lots of them around." 

Slocum had been chatting at the register, out of sight but not out of 
hearing of the two women, and he smiled to himself as he listened to their 
conversation, and he knew that he had them. But there was one problem: he 
wanted to be with Ann alone, since if he was with both of them it would be 
difficult. But he had baited the trap, and spent the rest of the day 
wandering around the city, and stayed in that night, watching old movies. He 
did not drink, since he had decided that he would make his move on the next 
day, and he wanted a clear head. 

As Slocum lay in his hotel room Ann and Sofie were in Sofie's apartment, 
both of them hot, ready to continue with the training of Brent. Both women 
wore black boots, and nothing else, and held riding crops. Their tits heaved 
with passion as they thought about the slave whom they were to punish, and 
they knew that they would make him crawl for them, and then they went to his 
bedroom where he was still tied to the bed. His cock was hard when they came 
in, and they smiled at that, and they moved to where he lay and then sat 
down on the bed. 

Ann had brought the panties that she had worn that day, and she rubbed them 
over Brent's face as he lay on the bed. "Does the little worm like the 
smelly panties of his mistress? Look a the way that his cock is twitching as 
he sniffs them. I bet he wants to wear them, but his fat ass would wreck 
them. Let's jerk him off into them, and then make him lick them off, and 
then he can be the little girl that he wants to be. Come on Sofie baby, play 
with his cock, and make sure that you pinch it while you jerk him off. I 
want him to come but I sure don't want it to feel too good." 

Sofie nodded, and the cunts of both of the women were wet with lust, and 
Sofie started to whack off her slave into Ann's soiled panties. Brent moaned 
with lust as he felt her hands on his cock, and soon he was dripping, and 
she liked mat, and she sighed for a moment with passion. But then she dug 
her nails into his cock, and now his moans were those of pain and not 
pleasure, and while she hurt his cock Ann moved to his chest, and started to 
pinch his nipples. Just when he started to lose his erection from the pain 
the two women would back off and get him hot again, and then they would 
start to hurt him all over again. They loved the way that they were teasing 
him, and they would have done it all night, except they wanted to see him in 
his maid's outfit. So finally Sofie worked his cock hard, and did not hurt 
it, and Ann stopped hurting his nipples, and simply watched. 

He moaned, and he grunted, and strained against the bonds that held him to 
the bed, and soon his cock swelled, and he groaned with passion. Sofie 
slipped two of her strong fingers up the ass-hole of her slave, and that did 
it, for a few seconds after she did that he moaned and then she was watching 
impassively as he shot into Ann's panties. But though she kept her face 
expressionless, for the sake of her slave, her cunt was wet, and she knew 
that she needed to be sucked that night. But that would come later, and now 
she and Ann wanted to see him lick the panties clean. 

"Mmmmmm, the little pig-likes to lick his come from my shit-stained panties, 
doesn't he?" said Ann, and she smiled cruelly down at her slave, who was 
moaning with lust as he licked his semen from the smelly nylon. Sofie 
watched with delight as her friend made sure that he got them clean, and 
then they released him from the bed, so that he could be dressed in the 
clothes that were ready for him. He was stiff from being tied up, but hot 
with anticipation of what was to come. 

First they put on a bra and panties onto the slave, and he moaned with lust 
at the feel of the clothing that he was wearing, and he longed to look at 
himself in a mirror, and his cock was getting hard again, even though he had 
come so recently. The two women loved the way that he looked, and they knew 
that they just had to spank him, and the thought of spanking that panty-clad 
ass was a turn-on for both of them. 

Sofie led the way to the living room and then she took him over her knee and 
she started to let him have it. At first he felt only pleasure from being so 
close to the wet cunt of his mistress, from feeling the way that she moved. 

He gasped and whimpered with the pain that he felt, and then she started to 
hit him so hard that-the excitement that he felt from wearing the women's 
clothing went away, and then he bit his lip to keep from crying out, for he 
knew that if he made a fuss his punishment would be so much worse that he 
could not take it. Sofie's face was hot and sweaty, both with the exertions 
that she was making as she hit the ass of her slave, and also with the lust 
that she felt in her cunt. Ann watched, and she flexed her toes beneath the 
leather of her high boots. He was struggling now to keep from yelling and 
screaming, and tears of pain started to run freely down his cheeks. These 
tears just inflamed the lusts of the hot cunt who was hitting him all the 
more, and she loved the way that his ass was red beneath the panties that 
she was making him wear. He moaned and he groaned and he continued to cry, 
but she did not let up until a cramp in the arm with which she was hitting 
him forced her to stop. Then she looked at Ann, wondering if her friend 
wanted a turn at the slave, but Ann had gotten so turned on by watching the 
way in which Sofie had punished Brent that she was toying with her wet cunt, 
and she was lost to the world around her. 

Sofie was hot too, but she wanted Brent in his maid's outfit, and she took 
him to her bedroom and made him get dressed. She saw that he was having less 
trouble with the shoes, and she loved the way that he looked, and he did 
too. For now that his ass was no longer getting hit his cock was hard again, 
and he throbbed with lust from the feel of the feminine clothing that he was 
wearing. He longed to touch his cock, to play with it under his skirt, but 
Sofie would not let him do that. 

Sofie led him back to the living room where Ann, who had come once while the 
others were in the bedroom, smiled with lusty delight at the sight of the 
slave dressed as he was. She looked at the way that his cock was making a 
tent out of the front of the skirt, and she slapped at the tip of the bulge, 
and smiled cruelly at the way that he winced when she did that. She and 
Sofie made him kneel in front of them, and he licked their boots, and they 
sat very still while he did that, savoring the power and the control that 
they had over him. Finally they had had enough of that, and they had him 
stand up and start to dust the living room. While he was busy with that they 
were so hot that they forgot about him for the time being, and started to 
play with their wet cunts. 

Ann, who had been playing with her cunt already, was opened wide and very 
gooey, and she slipped two fingers in and out of her cunt and they made loud 
noises that got both her and Sofie even hotter than they had been. Sofie too 
started to play with her cunt, and soon both women were writhing with lust 
and passionate depravity on the couch on which they sat. Sofie thought for a 
moment that they should suck each other off, as indeed they had done many a 
time, but both of them were so far gone with lust that they simply kept on 
playing with their cunts, moaning with lust as they did so. 

Brent was still dusting around the room lurching a little in the heels that 
he was wearing, and from time to time, seeing that the two women were far 
gone with desire, he reached a hand under the skirt that he wore and played 
with his cock. He was careful not to come, however, for he knew that he 
would be punished severely if he did that. But the two women did not notice 
that he was playing with himself, and simply leaned back, eyes closed and 
boots creaking a little as they writhed with the pleasure that they were 
giving to themselves with their fingers. The smell of hot cunt filled the 
air, and Brent, as he inhaled that smell, thought that it was the sexiest 
scent that he had ever encountered. In fact, the smell of the leather of the 
boots that the two women wore mixed with the smell of hot cunt, and to this 
was added the smell of the clothes that Brent was wearing, and he was, as it 
were, drunk with desire from the odors that assailed his nostrils. In other 
words, his cock was so hard that he could hardly keep from coming just from 
the friction of the panties as they rubbed against it. 

Sofie played hard with her throbbing clit, and then she slipped one of her 
fingers up her ass-hole, and she moaned with pleasure when she did that, and 
moved her ass hard against the couch on which she sat. The sounds of her 
flesh moving against the fabric of the couch, added to the smells of the 
room, made the two women and their slave hotter than they had been, and soon 
the women were moaning loudly and coming from the pleasure that they were 
giving themselves with their fingers. Brent kept dusting, but then he got so 
hot that he simply watched the two of them, and he longed to whack off as he 
watched. 

Then Sofie saw that he was watching, and that his cock was hard as a rock, 
and she knew that she would punish him later for what he was doing, watching 
and not dusting, but for the moment she wanted to see his cock, and so she 
had him take it out and whack it off onto Ann's boots while she watched. 
This sight made her so hot that she came almost continuously, and she sighed 
and grunted and moaned with the lust that was filling her cunt with juice, 
that raced through her blood like fire. Ann too was hot and gooey, and her 
fingers were working faster than it seemed possible around and around in her 
cunt. She was transfixed by the sight of the slave who was jerking off onto 
her boot, and she could not resist kicking his cock a couple of times, and 
she laughed as he moaned with pain then. She wanted to see it come though, 
and so she stopped hurting him, and just let him beat his meat, and Sofie 
watched him waiting with parted lips to see him shoot. 

Watching men masturbate for them was one of the things that the two women 
loved about being dominant, and the sight of a man dressed as a woman 
whacking off onto a black leather spike-heeled boot was heaven for them 
indeed. Brent's hand flew faster and faster along the slick shaft of his 
cock, and soon he knew that he was going to shoot a second time. But then 
Ann, sensing that he was going to shoot, told him to hold off, and to do it 
for as long as he could. She wanted to torture him like this, and she also 
wanted to play with her cunt for a long time while she watched her slave in 
action. Sofie liked the decision of her friend, and the cunts of both women 
were wide-open and filled with fingers as the slave played carefully with 
his cock. It was indeed the action of which Brent, prior to his meeting with 
Sofie, had only dreamed. 

Finally Brent could not hold out any longer, and he moaned loudly and he 
shot all over the boots of his mistress. Ann watched him come with 
satisfaction, and then as always he had to lick up his come. After he had 
done he was sent to clean the kitchen, for he was not only a sex-slave but a 
housemaid as well. The two women showered and then Ann went home, while 
Sofie sat around and made sure that her new maid did a good job of cleaning. 
Finally she sent him to his room, and she did not tie him up, but let him 
alone for the night. He jerked off again after she had left him, thinking of 
the boots of his mistress. Sofie went to sleep pleased with the night. 

Ann too was happy with the way that things had gone, and as she fell asleep 
she found that she was thinking about the handsome stranger whom she had 
seen that day while eating lunch with Sofie. She thought about whipping the 
shit out of him and him liking it, and then of if his cock was big, and 
things like that. She knew that he was attracted to her, and she was almost 
sure that she could talk him into being dominated, even if he did not know 
much about that. Her cunt got wet again as she thought about him, and she 
wondered if he would be there the next day. Then at last she slept, dreaming 
of Basil in England, and then tossing as she dreamt of her escape from 
Paris. She woke up sweaty, and then she fell back asleep, and slept 
peacefully until the morning. 

Slocum rose early, and he readied the hypodermic, and slipped it into his 
pocket. He carried nothing else other than this needle, no weapons. He did 
not want to risk getting caught with concealed weapons on him, and he was 
good enough at unarmed combat so that he was sure that he could take Ann 
even if Sofie was with her. He did not really look forward to being 
dominated, but he knew that it was the surest way to get into a position in 
which he could kidnap Ann. He spent the morning making arrangements. He had 
Ann's home address, and he was counting on going there, and he arranged for 
three men, a driver and two others, to be nearby that night, and he told 
them to call her apartment at midnight. He thought then that it would have 
been better to carry a transmitter, but again he had decided that that would 
be too risky, since it might slip out of his clothing when he was with Ann, 
and then things might get a little messy. But he knew that she would sleep 
for a few hours from the dose he was going to give her, and he did not worry 
much. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Sofie and Ann spent the morning busy with the affairs of the company, and at 
last they were sure that all was well with the huge order that Sofie had 
been busy with before Ann's troubles crowded in. They knew that it would 
mean a handsome profit that quarter, and they had things so well under 
control by lunch that when they got to the restaurant they ordered 
champagne. They got a little giggly, but they kept wondering about the 
stranger whom they had seen the previous day, since they were in a mood for 
action, and they even thought that if he would play they could leave work 
early to punish him. Just as their food came he walked in and sat down, and 
he smiled at them and nodded, and brushed back his hair a couple of times 
with his right hand, and then tapped the table a couple of time with the 
fingers of that same hand, and he looked pointedly at their feet. They 
smiled with hist, for they knew that they had him, and Ann thought quickly, 
and scribbled a little note to him, which she had the waiter bring over. 

He opened it "If you would like to get well-acquainted with my feet, not to 
mention the flat of my hand, come over and join us," it read. He smiled, and 
rose and sat down, and the two women grinned delightedly with passion as 
they looked at him. There was a moment of awkward silence, and then he 
spoke. 

"Nice shoes and pretty toes. Just the kind I like to lick," he said. 

"Mmmmmm I could tell that you were the sort of naughty boy who needs the 
hand of a strong woman," said Ann. She leered at him, and reached under the 
table and gave his thigh a painful pinch. He did his best to look as if he 
liked it, but he was angry, and he wondered how much of this sort of thing 
he would have to put up with. They chatted, and he tried to make it clear 
that it was Ann who turned him on. Finally it was set: he was to come to her 
apartment at four that afternoon. He left, and was a little pissed, since he 
knew that he would have to drug her way too early, and that the men were out 
of reach now But he went back to his hotel, and took four phehobarb capsules 
with him, figuring that he would give her those after a couple of hours on 
the pentothal. 

Ann was so hot at the thought of punishing the stranger that she could 
hardly keep her mind on her work, and she went home at about three to 
prepare. She did not know how well-trained the man was, and she realized 
that she did not even know his name. She decided on strap sandals, and she 
flexed her toes as she looked at herself in the mirror, and she could hardly 
wait to have his tongue on her toes. 

She sat down to wait, and she felt her cunt getting moist under the black 
panties that she wore, the panties that matched her shoes, and she could not 
help but touch her wet cunt with the leather handle of the whip that she 
held. The feel of the leather got her hotter, and she was masturbating 
before she knew it, and soon the air of the apartment was filled with the 
musky odor of her creamy cunt. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, and 
she looked at herself in the mirror as she masturbated. She loved the way 
that her tits looked, and she rubbed them hard, and she liked the way that 
that felt. Her nipples were hard, and she felt them getting even harder as 
she got closer and closer to coming. She knew that she had time to pleasure 
herself before the slave came, and she played with her cunt with wild 
abandon, thinking of the man bending before her, licking her boots, or 
rather the shoes that she wore. 

Slocum was on time, and as she let him in she could see that his cock was 
hard. In fact she turned him on, although he was not turned on by the 
thought of being disciplined, and it was not hard for him to feel desire for 
her. He knew that as soon as he could he would get her, but he did not want 
to risk her making a big fuss, and he knew that if she was in the throes of 
lust when he attacked her it would be much easier to overpower her. He 
resigned himself to some pain from her. It was not the pain itself that he 
minded, since he knew that he could take more than she was capable of 
giving, but rather knowing that he was going to let her do such things to 
him. But he was getting well paid, and he did not really care. 

As Ann prepared to punish her new slave Sofie was preparing, at her 
apartment, for another evening with Brent. She had decided that, simply 
because she needed a cock, she would fuck him that night, and that it would 
be all right, although she knew that it was an honor that she did not 
usually give to slaves who had been in her service for such a short time. 
She was hot as she went to let him out of his room 

He was naked except for a pair of panties when she walked in and his cock 
was hard, and she could tell just how much he liked the feel of women's 
underwear against his skin. He dropped to his knees at her feet when she 
stood in front of him, and he started to kiss her toes, which were bare 
beneath the thin straps of the sandals that she wore. She liked that, liked 
the feel of his tongue on her feet, and she flexed her toes slowly as he 
licked and sucked them. 

"I see that my little worm-likes to lick my feet. And I can tell that he 
knows that he is really a little girl, and that his cock is excited by the 
feel of the panties that he is wearing. Turn around, slave, and take the 
heel of my shoe up the ass." 

He did as he was told, and soon he was kneeling facing away from her, and he 
waited with parted lips for the heel to slide up his ass. He felt her 
greasing up his ass-hole, and she got first two and then three fingers up 
his ass, and she liked the way that he took it, not complaining but simply 
staying still under her hands. 

Then she raised her right leg, and she shoved the heel of her shoe hard into 
his ass-hole, and he moaned mostly with pleasure when she did that, and the 
panties, which he was still wearing but which she had rolled down to put her 
shoe up his ass, cut into his skin, and that made him feel very hot. She was 
moaning and groaning with her own lusts, and she knew that she would fuck 
him while he wore his maid's outfit, and doing that, the thought of that, 
got her hotter and wetter. But for the time being she worked her shoe in and 
out of his ass-hole, and she saw with satisfaction that his cock was still 
hard as a rock. She stopped then, and she made him lick the heel of her 
shoe, and he sucked it for a long time, and finally she let him stop that, 
and then she made him put on a bra, and she tied a choker ribbon around his 
neck. Then, without making him put on his skirt and frilly apron, she led 
him to the living room. 

"Well, you little shit, your cock is hard, as usual, and I see that it is 
time to make sure you know who is boss here. You are to take some cock 
torture, and after that, if you are good, I will do you the supreme honor, 
you little shit, of fucking you. I do not know why 

I am so good to you, you pig, you disgusting little girl. All right, pull 
down your panties and present your cock for punishment." 

He could hardly believe that she was really going to fuck him, but just the 
chance of that made any torture worth bearing he thought, and so in a matter 
of seconds he was on his back on the floor pulling down his panties, and 
waiting, a little fearfully it was true, to see what she would do to his 
cock. He watched as she moved to where he was lying on the rug, and she gave 
his cock a couple of slow jerks, that felt good. Then, all at once, without 
any warning, she dug her nails hard into the head of his cock and he yelped 
with pain when she did that. 

She dug them in so hard that he started to lose his erection, and when it 
was only half-hard she stopped hurting his cock, and she rubbed it until it 
was all the way up again. Then she rose from his side, and she went away 
briefly, and she returned with an alligator clip, the kind that you find on 
End of electric wires, something like the clips on the ends of top cables, 
but smaller, and she clipped it to the head of his cock. He screamed then, 
and his chest with the bra shook with pain, and the choker ribbon that she 
had tied around his neck suddenly seemed to live up to its name, in that it 
was choking him, and he moaned and screamed some more. 

She liked that, for she was feeling at that point that she had been way too 
easy on him, and she took a thin cord that she had brought when she had gone 
to get the clip, and she attached it to the clip, and then she stood up and, 
standing over him, started to pull on the cord. She did so until it hurt him 
badly, but whenever he started to lose his erection she would stop, and she 
would rub his cock until it went up again. She sometimes let him suck her 
tits, to get his cock up again, for all this time the clip still dug into 
his cock. 

And still he wore that bra, and the panties, and then she made him stand up, 
and still with the clip and the cord attached to his cock she dressed him 
once again as her maid. The cord came out in front, from beneath the hem of 
his skirt, and she made him walk around the room and dust, and from time to 
time, just when he was starting to get used to the pain of the clip, she 
would pull so hard on the cord that he would scream. But somehow after a 
while, he started to like the pain, and then the sexiness of wearing the 
slave's clothes of a woman, of being a little French maid, got to him, as it 
always did, sooner or later, and the pain then was not so bad. She was hot 
and dripping by this time, and she wanted to fuck him right then, but 
something held her back. 

She wanted to do something more, and then she thought of putting him in a 
corset and black stockings and heels before she fucked him. 

She led him to her room where she had a stock of female clothing in sizes 
designed for men, and she selected a corset in black silk, one that she knew 
would be a tight fit for him. She put it on him, and she laced it so tight 
that he could hardly breathe. He felt sexy as hell when he wore it, but the 
pain from the tightness with which she had laced it was bad, and he moaned 
with that and not with pleasure. But at least she had taken the clip off his 
cock, and for that he was thankful, and soon he was getting used to the pain 
of the corset that he was wearing. And, the garment itself excited him 
greatly. Sofie looked at the slave, and she felt her cunt getting wetter and 
wetter. 

Then she found a pair of black stockings, with seams, the kind that stayed 
up by themselves with a band of elastic at their tops, and she had him put 
them on, and then she found him a pair of black pumps, and then he was 
ready. She had him lie down on her bed, and she played with his cock until 
it was hard as a rock. 

"Now you naughty little bitch, I am going to fuck you, and I want you to lie 
perfectly still while I ride your cock, and you must not come until I say 
that you can. I still do not know why I am being so good to you, but I am 
anyway." He lay still on the bed, and she squatted over him, and soon she 
was sitting down on his hard cock. Her cunt was soaked with juices and she 
moaned with pleasure as she felt his hard tool sliding up into her pussy. 
She sat down on it, taking all of it into her cunt, and she just sat like 
that for a while, looking at the clothes that he was wearing, and loving the 
control that she had over him. He moaned a little at the feel of her 
slippery cunt, but he was careful not to make too much noise, for her 
instructions had been clear. She just sat on his cock for a while, toying 
with her clit and hardly moving. Then, slowly, she started to fuck him, 
riding up and down his tool, and she started to moan with the lust that 
fdled her then. 

He lay still on the bed in his corset and stockings and heels, and he fought 
to keep from coming then, for she was hot and tight and wet as she fucked 
him. She came once, but she did her best not to show much emotion, and she 
looked at Brent's face, and she loved the exquisite agony that showed on it, 
as he fought both to keep from showing any emotion, and also to keep from 
coming in her cunt. She toyed with his balls, and she played with her hard 
clit, and then she decided that she was being too good to him, and she got 
off his cock, and she played with it, telling him that he was not allowed to 
come. But she knew that she would make him come anyway, and then that she 
would use that as an excuse to punish him some more. 

She worked his cock subtly and hard in her hands, and soon he groaned with 
lust and as he arched his hips, in his corset, high off the bed on which he 
lay, she knew that it would not be long before he shot. And indeed she was 
right, for a couple of minutes later he was coming, creaming all over her 
hands. He moaned and groaned, and she milked him dry, and then she stood up 
and looked cruelly down at him. 

"You miserable horny little scumbag, did I say that you could come? You have 
shot all over my hands, and there is come on your corset, which I shall have 
to have cleaned, and I am appalled that after I did you the honor of letting 
you put your cock in my cunt you have disobeyed me. I really should just 
castrate you, but I am feeling nice tonight, so I shall content myself with 
whipping you. And then, since you like to come, I shall masturbate you 
myself. 

"Be thankful that I am letting you off so easily." He quivered with fear at 
the words of his mistress, and soon he was bent before her, and she was 
holding a long whip of leather in her hands. 

She intended to punish him, not to give him pleasure, and the pain that she 
then inflicted on him was worse than any pain that he had ever been force to 
take. She whipped his ass first, and she loved the way that he moaned with 
pain as his buttocks soon were covered with a pattern of red lines. She had 
had him take his corset off, but he was still wearing his stockings and the 
shoes, and she loved the way that his burning ass looked above the 
stocking-tops. Whtn his had been whipped to her satisfaction she turned to 
his back, and she really flogged him, and he was yelling so much that she 
gagged him with a pair of panties. 

He continued to yell, but his sounds were sufficiently muffled by the 
panties that he did not annoy her much by screaming, and she whipped his 
bare back for a long time, until he was sobbing with the pain. Finally her 
arm was tired, and she knew that she would have to stop, but she was very 
hot from the punishment that she had just inflicted on her slave. He moaned 
and sighed, and then she took the gag out of his mouth, and she left him 
alone for a while. 

He hurt more than he had ever hurt in his life, and he sighed and groaned 
and writhed with the lust for pain that she had wreaked upon him Sex was now 
the last thing from his mind, and he was moaning and groaning and crying 
with the agony that burned in his flesh, the tortured flesh of his back and 
ass. 

When she returned she made him walk, still in high heels and his stockings, 
to his room, where she tied him down to the bed on his back. The pain that 
he felt from the pressure of his back and his ass against the sheets of the 
bed was terrible, and it was all that he could do to keep from screaming 
with it. But he bit his lips, because he did not want to risk offending her 
anymore, and she looked down with a smile of sadistic lust at her she-male 
slave. His cock was limp as a washrag. 

But she meant to masturbate him for a long time, and she knew that she would 
get him hot soon, and she loved knowing that she could do that, could get 
him hot and horny after the pain that she had inflicted on him. She started 
to toy with his cock, brushing her fingers tightly over his balls and his 
ass-hole, and then with a wicked smile she took the head of his dick into 
her mouth and she sucked on it slowly. She knew just how to do it, and her 
mouth was warm and wet and soon his cock was swelling in her mouth despite 
the pain that he felt. When he was all the way up she stopped sucking him, 
and she started to jerk him off, slowly and steadily, knowing that she could 
keep the pace up for hours. At first he moaned with lust, and she knew that 
she could make him come again, maybe even twice, but that soon after that he 
would be begging her to stop, and that she would do it for a long time, 
driving him crazy with the frustration of sexual activity that had turned 
into nothing but pain. 

He was moaning with lust now and she jerked him skillfully, and soon he shot 
on her hands, and she did not let up, but just when his cock was painfully 
sensitive she kept on playing with it. 

He stayed hard in her hands, and she used no grease to help him, but just 
kept playing with his dick, doing it hard and fast, loving the mixture of 
pain and pleasure that she knew that he was feeling from the way that she 
was playing with his cock. Again he was fully erect, and she could tell that 
she could get him off once more, and she took her time about it, playing now 
fast and now slow with his dick. From time to time she played with his 
balls, but mostly she just played with his cock, and soon he was sore from 
the friction of her hands on his cock, and he found himself wishing that she 
would stop it, but he knew that she would not until she was good and ready. 
He sighed with lust, and she knew that he was getting ready to come again, 
and so she worked him hard, until he shot. 

He was hurting now, and he longed for her to stop now to let his sore cock 
alone, but she just kept jerking it, despite the come that was all over her 
hands. He drooped some, but under her skilled caresses he was full erect 
soon, and then she had him where she wanted him, hard as a rock but so far 
from coming and so sore that she knew what she was doing to him was now a 
subtle agony. He writhed with pain now against the bonds that held him to 
the bed, and she loved the look of him in his stockings and heels, loved the 
agony that she was making him feel, just by playing with his hard cock. 

"Mmmmmm, doesn't it like it when its mistress plays with its hard cock? It 
is always talking about how it wants to come. Well, why is it not coming 
now? Hmmmm? I shall just have to play with it until it comes. What a little 
pig you are. I should really castrate you: you'd be a better maid then, more 
docile. Oh well, I guess I won't do that, at least not yet. Well, you little 
worm, are you going to come? You are really the most disgusting little 
boy-girl that I have ever seen." 

She smiled lazily down at him, and she rubbed her tits, and she saw that his 
eyes lit up at that, despite the pain in his hard cock, and she laughed to 
herself at the power that she had over him, and she knew that she would 
never let him go, but that he would be her slave until she tired of him, and 
then she ould pass him along to one of her friends, and she reflected that 
then the woman to whom she gave him would be getting a bargain, a 
fully-trained male maid. She smiled as she saw how red and sore his cock now 
was. 

She wanted him to beg her to stop, and knew that only when he did that would 
she let go of his cock. And she also knew that he was scared to talk, .since 
she had set things up so that he was sure that if he talked she would punish 
him more. But she knew that he would break sooner or later, and she loved 
the torture that she was putting him through. And his cock was hard still, 
and she marveled then at the power that she had over him, and she moaned a 
little, for what she had been doing to him had made her very hot. And that 
lust was the undoing of her plans, for suddenly she found that she was so 
hot that she just had to have his mouth on her cunt 

Without saying a word she swung up on the bed and sat down on his face, and 
he moaned with lust then, for he loved to suck cunt, and she was wet and hot 
and juicy and tasted good. He ran his tongue around the sensitive inner lips 
of her cunt, and she sighed with pleasure as he did that, and while he 
tongued the wet and shining pink hole of her tight twat she put a finger on 
her clit and rubbed it hard. Her cut was indeed throbbing with passionate, 
raw lust, and she knew that it would not be long before she came. She 
writhed with wild abandon against the face of her slave, and she rubbed the 
stiff nipples of her ripe breasts, and she smelled her own wet cunt, and 
gasped like an animal in heat. 

Then she shifted so that her ass-hole was in Brent's face. "Rim me good you 
little shit, suck my gamy ass-hole. Shove your tongue in there, you slut, 
and then I will fart for you. I know that you will like that, you little 
worm who-likes to dress as a girl, I know that you will like my gas in your 
face. Mmmmmm, that was a nice and smelly one, and you had better keep 
licking my ass-hole, you slimy thing. Suck it good, you bitch. I should 
really cut your cock off, so that you will serve me better. All right slave, 
now I am going to let you suck my clit. Do it good." 

And she moved so that he could take the hard nub of her clit into his mouth, 
and then she really moaned with lust, for now she knew that she was close to 
coming, and she gave up trying to pretend that she felt little or no 
pleasure from the sucking that her slave was giving her. 

He sucked hard and wetly on her clit, and she liked that, liked it harder 
than a lot of women, liked the way that her slave nibbled on her clitoris. 

Then her orgasm hit her, and she sighed and moaned and clamped her hands 
over her rock-hard nipples, and her face was a mask of sweaty desire. A deep 
red flush started to spread over her body, and she sighed and gasped as 
spasm after spasm of hot pure lust swept through her nubile frame. On and on 
went her pleasure, rushing through her, taking her far away from the room, 
from her slave, from the world of the company that she ran. She did not know 
where she was but it felt good, the place to which she had journeyed, and 
she let herself slip away until she was just a cunt, a huge wet contracting 
cunt, that shook and quivered, wet and pink and gleaming like the inside of 
a conch shell. Then she was coming back from coming, as it were, and she 
sighed and all at once she was dead tired. She swung off the slave and she 
saw with a start that it was only eight o'clock, and she wondered how Ann 
was doing with the stranger they had met at the restaurant. She thought of 
calling her friend up, but she did not want to bother her, for she thought 
that when the phone rang Ann might be in the middle of punishing her new 
slave. She yawned, and she knew that she would hear all about it at work the 
next day. She untied the slave, and she locked him in his room, and she went 
to take a long hot bath. 

Soaking in the tub she relaxed, and she felt all of the tension of the past 
few days slipping out of her. Ann was back and safe, the new order was being 
taken care of, though she had had enough problems with manufacturers before 
to know that she would not be happy until all the shoes were in the stores, 
and the money was in the bank. And she was a little worried, since the chain 
that had given her the big order was in a little deep to the factors, the 
people who specialized in lending stores the money to buy their goods. But 
basically she had found that in her opinion, and after checking the annual 
reports of the company, that they were sound, and she was not very worried. 
Still, there was always that chance, and she did not like to think about it. 
She reflected that it was only in whipping or otherwise abusing a slave that 
she was able to lose herself, to get away from the high-pressure world in 
which she lived and worked and had her being. Finally she rose from the tub, 
and dried herself, and toddled off to bed, drained and feeling good. 

Brent slept too, exhausted and sore but happy in the way that he was 
serving. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Ann was quite pleased with her new slave, who had proven that he could take 
a lot of pain, and Slocum was seething with rage at what he had been 
through. It was nine at night, and he had been at her place since four, and 
although he had planned to drug her soon after getting there, things had 
gotten screwed up. 

He knew that he needed to play along with her, and so he had kissed her 
shoe, and so on, and when she had told him to lie on her bed so that she 
could fuck him he had done so, figuring that when she was ready to come he 
would grab her and shoot her up with the sodium pentothal. But he had 
forgotten about bondage, and she had shackled his hands so quickly to the 
bedposts that he had not been able to react, and she had kept him like that 
for the next five hours or so, fucked him a couple of times, and inflicted 
various sorts of pain on him. Finally, as she knew that she did not want to 
damage him, to use the term by which she thought of it, she released him, 
and now she was having him lick her toes again, since she loved that, and 
she was planning to have him come for a third time onto her shoe before she 
called it a night. As he bent his head to her feet he was furious, and his 
wrists ached, and he knew that he was going to slap her around a little 
before he drugged her. 

He started to lick her toes, and then lept forward and butted her hard in 
the stomach with his head, so that she fell over backwards in her chair. 
Then he was on her, and of course he was much stronger than she was, and she 
moaned with pain as he jabbed four stiff fingers vertically into the nerves 
over her breastbone, not hard enough to kill her, but hard enough so that 
she was in bad pain. Then he started to slap her face, and when he had 
vented some of his rage he shot her up, and sat down to wait for the phone 
call. He saw that he had two hours to wait, and he found some Scotch, and 
settled down sipping it neat, and relaxed at last. 

But he had not reckoned with fate, and when the phone rang at eleven, early 
enough so that he knew that it was not his call, he let it ring until it 
stopped. He was a little worried, but not unduly so, and went back to his 
whiskey. 

At her apartment, Sofie put down the phone and was suddenly worried. She had 
remembered waking up from sleep, that they had an important buyer coming the 
next day, and that she wanted Ann to bring some sketches with her to the 
office, sketches that Sofie knew Ann would not bring in the normal course of 
events. And she was sure that she would be home, and when she wasn't she 
suddenly started to think about what had happened to Ann abroad, and she 
felt scared. She knew that she would have to go over there, and she went and 
got her slave, and told him that he was to come with her, and that for once 
he was to wear normal clothes. She explained the situation briefly, and it 
turned out that Brent had been in the Army, knew some hand-to-hand tricks, 
and Sofie marveled that someone like that would be her slave. 

Ann lived in a four-story brownstone in the West Village, and Sofie had 
keys, so they went down there, and flung open the door at eleven-thirty. 
Slocum froze with the drink in his hand, and in a matter of seconds Brent 
had chopped his neck hard, and he collapsed on the floor. He went to Ann, 
and he could tell that she had been drugged, and he found the syringe. 

"Probably pentothal," he said. "She should come out of it, badly hung over, 
in a couple of hours. But he was probably waiting for some buddies of his to 
take her off somewhere, and they will be by no doubt, so just leave her on 
the floor while I arrange things." Sofie nodded, scared out of her wits, for 
when she was not dominating slaves she was not really a fighter. Brent 
arranged Slocum in the chair so that he looked awake, and concealed Sofie, 
and waited behind the door, with a length of broom-handle that he had found. 
When the phone rang at midnight he knew that that was some sort of signal, 
and that they would probably break in soon. But they were lazy, the driver 
and the other men, and they knew something had gone wrong, and Jean had told 
them that if it didn't work to forget it, since although he wanted his 
revenge she was not worth all that much trouble. Brent heard a van speeding 
away and decided that that was probably that. 

The problem now was what to do with Slocum, and they decided simply to 
enslave him for a while, or rather Sofie and Ann would do the enslaving, 
while Brent became a maid again. They knew that that would hurt Slocum more 
surely than death or other pain. 

So they shackled him to Ann's bed, and gagged him, and then they waited for 
Ann to wake up. Finally she started to moan, she came to, and they sat her 
up and rubbed her wrists and temples with cold water, and gave her some 
coffee to drink. After about half an hour she was alright, though her head 
hurt, and they told her what they had decided to do with Slocum. But Ann 
thought that that would be too good for him, and so once again they had the 
problem of what to do with him. They knew that they could not afford to kill 
him, but they did not want to let him go, and they also did not want to do 
something too brutal to him. Finally they decided to drug him, and to drive 
him down to the docks, in old clothes, and leave him to sleep it off on the 
waterfront. And Brent knew some friends who had access to some drugs that 
would make him if not totally nuts when he woke up then at least quite on 
edge, and they fed him those, and stripped him, and put him in some old 
clothes, spilled a bottle of whiskey all over him, and left him, at three in 
the morning, on an old pier on the Hudson. 

He was found the next morning, and he remembered nothing of the last couple 
of days, and was quite nutty, but he had enough of his wits about him to get 
to the ship that had been supposed to take the girl back to Europe, and they 
were furious with him, but took him aboard, more to cover themselves than 
anything else. He knew that his career as a sort of low-key soldier of 
fortune was over, and he was lucky when he got back to Paris, for Jean 
contented himself with making sure that the only work Slocum would have for 
the rest of his life would be menial labor. 

Ann rested the next day, and they decided that they did not want to take her 
to a doctor unless it was completely necessary, for then they would have to 
talk about their sex lives, and that, they felt, might be a little, risky. 
But Ann was fine within a couple of days, and soon she and Sofie were back 
to their usual tricks. 

Brent had been so good that Sofie and Ann decided to reward him, not by 
treating him as an equal, but be giving him a female slave to punish. Of 
course, he would have to wear his maid's outfit while abusing her, and he 
would be forced to take abuse from Ann and from 

Sofie, but still he would have a slut who would blow him and whom he could 
fuck in the ass and in the cunt. 

The girl whom they had in mind was a hot little slut of a red head named 
Stacy who loved to be punished, and whom Sofie and Ann abused from time to 
time. That weekend they had her over, and proceeded with the evening's 
festivities. 

"I should like to watch the slaves fuck while we punish them," said Ann to 
Sofie, who nodded her assent. Brent wore high heels and an evening gown, in 
the front of which had been cut a hole, through which his hard cock 
protruded. Stacy was bent over a chair, her hands tied to its back, and her 
plump tits protruding through the back of the chair. Her legs were also 
tied, and Sofie greased the ass-hole of the slut who was to be fucked by 
Brent. Then she tied Brent's hands too, to the chair just above those of the 
other slave, and they positioned him so that his cock was at the tight 
ass-hole of the red-haired cunt who loved the punishment that she was about 
to get. 

"All right, you sluts, slut Brent is to fuck Stacy's ass-hole, and no matter 
what is done to him or to her you two are not to stop fucking. And when 
Brent comes he is to keep fucking, until he is told to stop. AU right, 
begin." Sofie finished her speech by giving Brent a hard slap across the 
ass, and soon his cock was in the ass-hole of the other slut, and he was 
fucking her hard, liking the way that her ass-hole felt around his cock. But 
no sooner had he gotten into the rhythm of his fucking that Ann moved into 
position and started to spank his ass through the dress that he was wearing, 
and she did it so hard that the pleasure that he got from the ass-hole in 
which his cock was buried was somewhat negated. And while Ann smacked 
Brent's ass, Sofie, on the other side of the chair, pinched the hard nipples 
of Stacy. Stacy hurt from the hard dick in her ass and from the torture that 
her nipples were getting, but her cunt was also wet and she moaned not only 
with pain but with pleasure. Sofie and Ann loved what they were doing, and 
it was not long before their cunts were moist with passion. Sofie raised 
Brent's dress, and she smacked his ass with her bare hand until it was nice 
and red, while Ann, who had been punishing Brent, took Sofie's place at the 
nipples of the other slave. Then Sofie became obsessed with shoving a dildo 
in the ass-hole of Brent while he in turn fucked Stacy's ass, and so she 
stopped hitting him and began to work some baby oil into his ass-hole. Soon 
she had two and then three fingers in his ass-hole, and she was hot from 
what she was doing. 

Sofie strapped on a long, thick dildo, and she rammed it hard into the 
ass-hole of the male slave in the evening gown who was fucking the ass-hole 
of the slut on the chair. As Ann stopped pinching Stacy's nipples and 
watched with a delight that was evident in her hard tits and her wet cunt 
Sofie really raped the ass-hole that she was fucking. She played with her 
hard clit while she reamed out Brent, and soon he was gasping somewhat with 
pain, for the dildo was big, and his ass so tight. 

Ann stood and played with her wet cunt as she watched the three of them, 
slaves and mistress, on the chair, and she sighed and she moaned with the 
lust that made her cunt wetter and hotter with cream. Then she wanted to 
help give her friend, who after all had saved her from a life of real 
slavery, some more pleasure, and she moved behind Sofie, who was still 
dildo-fucking Brent's ass-hole. Ann sank to her knees, parted the ass-cheeks 
of her friend, and began to lick her gamy ass-hole, and Sofie moaned with 
pleasure at that attention, and sighed as she felt Ann reach underneath and 
start to caress the bottom of Sofie's wet cunt. 

Brent was getting close to coming, but knew that when he had come the pain 
from the object in his ass-hole would be bad, and so he managed to hold off. 
Sofie started to come, and she gasped and moaned with the spasms of hot and 
pure lust that shook her, and she got so hot and horny that she could not be 
bothered to keep up the fucking that she was giving to her slave, and so she 
pulled the dildo out of Brent's ass-hole, and slumped down to the floor. 
Ann, with a soft cry of lust, buried her head in Sofie's soaking cunt, and 
soon the two mistresses were lost in each other's cunts, and they moaned and 
they shook as they forgot about the two slaves. 

Brent came hard in Stacy's ass, and he was unable to pull out of her, 
because of the way that they were tied together and to the chair, and he 
stayed hard, and soon began to fuck her again. Stacy was hot and moaning 
with lust, but she could not manage to come, since Brent's tied hands 
prevented him from playing with her cunt and she could not reach her pussy 
herself. She just got hotter and hotter, and she sighed and grunted, but she 
could not manage to come from just the fucking that she was getting in her 
ass-hole. Brent hurt from the spanking that he had gotten, and his feet hurt 
in the heels that he was forced to wear, but he knew from the sounds that 
Ann and Sofie were making that it would be a while before he was freed. 

The two mistresses worked hard sucking. 

Ann loved the way that Sofie tasted, loved the thick juices that were 
flowing so freely from the wet cunt in which she had buried her greedy face. 
And Sofie was so hot from the way that she was being sucked that she could 
not keep up the job of lapping that she was doing on the cunt of her friend, 
and she simply lay back and let Ann go to work on her. Her tits were hard, 
and as she was sucked she rubbed her nipples, and they throbbed and pulsed 
with the lust that was running through her like fire. Her head rolled from 
side to side and her whole body shook with passion. 

Ann was a skilled cunt-lapper, and she ran her tongue expertly along the wet 
inner lips of Sofie's pussy, and then she pointed her tongue, and using it 
like a small cock, pushed it in and out of the hole from which such thick 
and rich and fragrant juices were flowing. She knew that Sofie wanted her to 
suck her clit, to lick that pink, hard nub that was the key to her pleasure, 
but Ann wanted to tease her friend and fellow mistress for a while, and so 
she held back from the most sensitive part of the hot cunt that she was 
sucking. 

Sofie was moaning and writhing with lust, and the smell of .her cunt was 
very strong in the room. Brent, whose cock was hard enough so that he was 
still fucking the ass-hole of Stacy, even though he had come so recently, 
inhaled deeply, smelling the cunt of his mistress, and that smell alone made 
his cock jump and twitch inside the tight ass-hole in which it was jammed. 
But Sofie and Ann were giving no thought, at this point, to their slaves, 
but just sucked on the floor. 

"Baby, baby suck my clit. I can't take it any longer, oh please honey suck 
my hard clit. Mmmmm, yes yes, that's so good, suck my clit, lick it, oooo, 
honey, do it to me, suck my clit, oh yes baby, I am so close, harder do it 
harder, oh hell, o baby, that'saaaah, mmmmm, yes yes fuck me suck meOh God!" 

And as Ann tongued the hard clit under her tongue faster than she had been 
Sofie started to come, her lush body shaking and shivering, and the lush 
flower of her cunt contracting hard. Ann shoved two fingers into Sofie's 
cunt, so that when it squeezed it would have something around which to do 
so, and Sofie moaned on. 

Brent was excited by the sounds that were coming from his mistress, but try 
as he might, he could not come. Yet the feel of the dress that he was 
wearing, and the heels that hurt his feet, drove him to keep trying. He 
rammed his dick in and out of the ass-hole of the female slave to which, or 
rather to whom he was bound, and she groaned and grunted, not with pain but 
with lust. For she still had not been able to come, since she was getting to 
direct stimulation to her cunt. The chair to which the two slaves were bound 
was shaking hard as they fucked, and from time to time it seemed as if the 
three of them. Brent and Stacy and the chair, would roll over onto the 
floor, but not only did this even not happen, but Ann and Sofie were totally 
unaware of the precarious position in which their slaves were. Besides, had 
they realized the possible danger of a fall, they would have laughed cruelly 
about it. 

Sofie came again and again, until she was so weak and tired from coming that 
she told her friend to stop sucking her, and then it was Ann's turn to be 
eaten. She sat on a chair, and she spread the wet pink lips of her cunt with 
two fingers, and she slipped one finger into herself, and she pulled it out. 
It was covered with her cunt-juices, and she licked it clean of them, and 
after she had done that she leered at Sofie, who, making a soft moan of 
lust, though she was weak from coming, dived headfirst into the muff that 
was waiting for her. Ann tasted good to Sofie, wet and hot and creamy, and 
for a while Sofie just lapped up that juice, contented as a cat at a bowl of 
cream. And then she lowered her head a little, and she started to lick the 
wrinkled and gamy ass-hole that was below the wet cunt that she had been 
sucking. 

Ann moaned with pleasure as she felt the rimming begin, and she rubbed her 
nipples, almost idly, as if she did not really care to touch them but in 
fact they were so tender and swollen with lust that just the lightest 
touches, at this point, drove her wild with desire. She felt the passion 
building in her cunt, in her tits, and she knew that it would not be long 
now before she was coming, gasping and shaking and leaving the room around 
her for a land of pure and pulsing pleasure. 'Suck it honey, lick my pussy. 
Lick my juicy cunt with that hot mouth. Mmmmmm, my tits are so hard and I am 
so hot. Oh baby suck it suck it suck it. Yes, yes, that's so good when you 
do that. I mean I am almost there, oh suck my cunt, lap it, lick it do me 
good baby like I did you." 

Then Ann no longer spoke, for the lusts that were filling her were too 
strong, and she panted and moaned with the desire that was about to take her 
over the edge. She sighed and grunted, and she started to move her hips so 
hard and so fast that Sofie could hardly keep her head in place on the wet 
cunt of her friend. She felt that cunt opening more and more as she sucked 
it, and then she took Ann's hard clit into her mouth, and she shoved a full 
three fingers into Ann's smoking cunt, and worked them around hard as she 
nibbled on the hard nub that was the key to the pleasure of her friend. 

Ann's smells, so sexy and so subtly different from those of her fellow 
mistress, hit Sofie's nose like a punch, and she felt herself getting hot 
again, and she thought for a moment that the two of them could go on like 
this all night But there were slaves to punish, and she knew mat if they 
went unpunished for the rest of the night she would never forgive herself. 
But then she went back to the sucking of the cunt that smelled so musky near 
her nose, and for the next few minutes she forgot, once again, about the hot 
action going on in the chair to which the slaves were bound. 

Ann grabbed the hair of her friend, and she sighed with passion, and she 
knew that it would not be long now. Her head was rolling around on her neck, 
and she started to jerk as if she were a puppet on strings. The moans and 
the sighs that came from her took on a quality that was something other than 
human, as if she were some jungle beast, in heat and moaning for its mate. 
She clamped her legs together, hard around the head of the hot bitch who was 
sucking her, and she raised her right breast to her mouth, and sucked hard 
on its nipple. That was what it took, for as she did that and as Sofie 
nibbled hard on her clit she arched her back, shook as if she had a chill, 
and then she was coming, gasping with desire. 

Sofie kept on sucking her hard as she started to come, and soon she was 
coming on and on, orgasm following orgasm. She sighed with delight at the 
enjoyment that she was giving to Ann, and she sucked her until she could 
tell that her friend had had enough. Then the two women looked at each 
other, and they smiled with delight, and felt happy and close. And then they 
remembered the two slaves, and they looked at the two of them and saw that 
Brent was still fucking the ass-hole of Stacy. 

They watched as he kept pumping, his evening dress torn and sweaty, and his 
feet half-out of the pumps that he was wearing. They made no move to untie 
them, but groaned with lust and laughter at the two of them, and then they 
took turns spanking Brent again, and laughed helplessly at the sight of the 
two of them 

Finally they released them, and sent Brent to his room, and then they let 
Stacy play with her wet cunt for a while, and then sent her home. They felt 
happy to know that as far as they could tell Ann was safe at last, though 
they resolved to be careful, since what Slocum had tried to do could happen 
again. 

And they had to pick up some loose ends at work, since what with what had 
happened to 

Ann they had let things slide for a while. Ann had been doing some further 
checking into the Midwestern chain that had been the source of all the new 
business, and she had called the factors, and she had found out that the 
place was really a mess, and that they had used every shady accounting trick 
in the book to make things look good, like depreciating items that were 
normally written off over ten or twelve years over periods of five years. 
The problem was that the shoes were already being made, and Sofie and Ann 
were counting on the cash from the chain to pay their own bills. But if the 
store was late then they would be screwed, and they were quite worried. If 
it all fell through the business would probably not go under, but things 
could get quite rough. 

Sofie and Ann finally decided that they had to fly out there, and see what 
the hell was going on. They did not like leaving things in New York alone 
without one or two of them around, but things were in enough of a mess so 
that they knew that they had to go. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The plane flight they took to Iowa was boring and bumpy, and they were tired 
when they got in, and though they were due to meet with the buyer whom they 
had met in New York that night, they called him and postponed the meeting 
until the following day. They got a bad feeling from the town, as if they 
were eyed suspiciously, for being from the East, for being women who ran 
their own business, and so on. 

They found, as they tried to relax in their hotel room, that they were 
longing for the panty clad ass of Brent, longing to spank it, to watch it 
turning red and sore from the attentions that it was getting. They felt 
their cunts getting a trifle moist from these thoughts, but they were so 
tired that soon they were in bed, and slept dreamlessly until the following 
morning. 

When they met with the buyer they said that they had come simply to check 
into some details, such as exactly to which stores certain batches were to 
be shipped, but in fact they wanted to nose around the operation, to look at 
the flagship store, to see the main offices. They were not happy with what 
they saw. The store was too neat, too well stocked, as if business was dead 
slow. And the traffic was light, and they heard enough bitching as they 
walked around to confirm their suspicions. Sales were way off, as they found 
simply by walking to the employees cafeteria, and seeing the figures for the 
previous day, which were down roughly forty percent from the same day in the 
previous year. 

Now they had a real problem, for they were almost sure that they would not 
get the cash for the goods, or at least they would not get it on time, and 
that that would screw their situation, since they had had to go out on a 
limb with a couple of banks to get the big order ready. They did not know 
what to do, and they thought of taking some sort of legal action, of 
demanding payment before other creditors, but then they realized that there 
were probably many others to whom the chain owed money, and the priority of 
their claim would be low. They did not even know if there was enough cash 
around for the stores to meet everyday expenses, and things looked rather 
bad. They were out to dinner that night, and planning to go back to New York 
the next day, when they saw an elderly gentleman eying them and smiling. 

Remembering what had happened with Slocum in New York they did not pay any 
attention to him, but then they heard people whispering about him, and 
realized that he ran the chain that was, potentially at least, going to give 
them so many problems. So they thought that they should go and talk to him, 
for they knew that he would be their last hope. He was dining alone, and 
they did their best to smile at him, and to look as if they would like 
nothing more than to be in bed with the old fart, sucking his wrinkled cock. 

In fact they were appalled that someone could run a business so badly, and 
they felt as if they would like to simply make a scene in the restaurant, 
where the food would not have passed muster in a Forty-second street hotdog 
stand, and which was filled with people who looked as if they fucked once a 
month, under the covers, lights off, missionary position, she not moving and 
wishing that her duty was done soon, and he going to the bathroom with a 
magazine. 

But the old man was smiling at them, and then a waitress brought over a 
note, in which the two of them were asked to join him. They sat down and 
smiled. 

"And what are you two lovely ladies doing in Cedar Rapids?" he said, with a 
fatherly smile. 

"We're on some business," said Ann, and then continued, saying, in a coy and 
girlish voice, "but we're so tired of that now, and a girl can't think about 
her work all the time, especially when she is in the company of such a 
distinguished looking gent as yourself. My, this certainly is a nice place." 

Sofie had trouble keeping a straight face, for Ann was doing a small town 
accent, roughly Kansas, and doing it well, and they could see that the old 
fart was falling for it and that his cock was starting to swell in his 
pants. 

"Why it certainly is a pleasure," he said, "it certainly is a pleasure to 
meet two women who are so well-bred. Where are you gals from?" 

"Why we're from Hutchison Kansas," said Ann, and smiled. 

"Why would you like to come with me and go dancing to some easy music? They 
say that when Jack Slater's orchestra does The Blue Danube why those violins 
just float the dancers right on off the floor." And he chuckled indulgently. 

"I'm tired," said Sofie quickly, "but go on Ann, don't mind me.'" 

The gentleman smiled, Sofie drifted off, and he rose, taking Ann's arm, and 
they went to his Seville, which he steered slowly toward a hotel in the 
center of town. Soon they were waltzing, and the old fart's cock was 
pressing hard against Ann's belly. She knew that she would go with him, and 
she wondered what his fantasies were, for she knew that if she did something 
that he had hardly ever done, but had dreamed about, then she might have a 
chance to squeeze him for some cash. But for the moment she took it slow, 
dancing to the awful scraping of cheap violins. 

He invited her back to his place, explaining that his wife had died three 
years ago, and soon she found that she was sitting next to him on a couch 
that was deep and soft, in crushed light blue velvet and with fake antique 
legs. She flexed her feet, and she saw that his eyes lit there, on her 
pretty toes, and she knew then that she had him, and she felt good about it. 

"Do you like my shoes?" she said coyly. "I always wonder if men appreciate 
the care that I put into selecting them. You know, I just feel so sexy in 
the right shoes, just like these." And before he could answer she was 
standing in front of him, and she was taking off her blouse, and she raised 
the stiff nipple of her right tit to her mouth, and she sucked on it slowly, 
sensuously, rolling her tongue around and around it, liking the way that it 
felt. The blood throbbed in it, and she felt her nipple getting even harder 
as she sucked on it. The old fart's cock was throbbing in his pants, and she 
saw that he was rubbing it through them, and she knew that in a few minutes 
he would be so hot that she could get him to take it out, and then she would 
slowly dominate him, until he wanted to crawl in front of her. 

Her cunt was getting wet as she realized how much power she had over the 
little shit, and she raised now her left breast to her mouth, and she sucked 
that and then she played with her tits as he watched. She moved close to 
him, and she gave him a tit to suck, and his mouth closed on her nipples as 
if her tit was his only source of food again, and she reached down as he 
sucked, playing with his cock through his trousers. He was panting, and she 
worried for a moment that he might have a heart attack, but he seemed 
healthy enough, and she did not really care. 

She saw that a small wet spot had appeared at the place where his cock 
bulged the farthest out of his pants, and she knew that he was ready. She 
stepped back, and she took off her skirt, and then her black silk panties, 
and his eyes followed the panties as she took them off. She dropped them, 
with a little laugh, into his lap, and he moaned with lust when he touched 
them. 

He raised them to his lips then, licking them, kissing them, loving the way 
that her smell lingered in the material. Then he rubbed the garment all over 
his face and she knew that all his secret fetishes, all of the desires that 
pulsed in him, were coming out. 

She laughed to herself, and she pulled up a chair and sat down facing him. 

She spread the lips of her pink cunt, and she slipped a finger in herself, 
and slid it in and out of her. Her slender digit made soft slurping sounds 
as she worked it in and out of her dripping twat. He put down the panties, 
and looked at her hard, his eyes glazed with lust, his cock threatening to 
burst out of his pants, his collar wet with sweat and his breath coming 
hard, as he would soon. 

Ann was hot and lusty, and she added a second finger to the one that she was 
slipping slowly in and out of her cunt, and she liked the way that that 
filled her hole some more, and she started to moan, and she thought of a 
hard cock filling her. She sighed and shifted her lush hips against the 
chair on which she was sitting, and she saw that he was burning with 
passion. As she looked hard at him, and worked her fingers faster in her 
gleaming moist cunt, she saw him fumbling with his zipper, and then he took 
his cock out, and it was decently hard, and was moist with the fluids that 
had dripped from it, and he started to play with it as he looked at her. 

She smiled at him, and she flexed her toes, and his eyes dropped to them. 
She loved it, loved that he was now transfixed by her feet, and did not look 
for a while at the wet cunt that she was playing with. She rubbed her cut 
for a little time, but she did not want to come, for that would give him a 
measure of control, would make him know that she was getting real pleasure 
from what they were doing, and she did not want that, for she knew that she 
could not stand him. 

He was moaning as he worked his cock, and he knew that soon he would shoot, 
soon he would come all over his pants, and he thought for a moment that that 
would wreck them, but then he thought that he could afford it, and then he 
looked again at the pretty painted toes that she was flexing for him. 
Suddenly he fell to his knees, and started to kiss her feet. It was more 
than she had hoped for, and she wiggled her stockinged toes under his 
tongue. He loved the smell of her feet and her sweaty hose, and soon the 
reinforced toe of her stocking, since she was not wearing sandal-foot 
stockings, as a kind of protest against the city in which she was, was 
soaked with his spittle. Then he raised his head, and he grunted and then he 
was coming, shooting all over the rug. He came hard and when he was done he 
collapsed back onto the couch, and fell asleep almost instantly, and she sat 
down to wait for him to awaken. 

He was awake in a couple of hours, and he looked at her pathetically, and 
she knew that it was time to tell him about the deal that she and Sofie had 
with his stores. But he was so tired that she could tell that what she was 
saying was not sinking in, and so she told him that she would see him for 
lunch the next day, and he agreed, and also agreed that it would be best if 
she went back to the hotel for the night. He drove her to a bar, from which 
she called a cab to her hotel. 

Sofie was asleep, and Ann did not wake her, but the next morning they 
discussed what to do with the leverage that they now had with the old fart. 
What they were hoping is that he had enough of his own money to pay their 
bill, for that was the only way that they saw to get out of the mess. So 
when she met him for lunch Ann told the idiot just what the situation was, 
and he turned out to be putty in her hands, for when she said that not only 
would she spend the coming evening with him, but that she could arrange for 
women, for a fee of course, to be with him for whatever time period he was 
willing to pay for, he agreed to pay them out of his personal monies. Ann 
and Sofie left Iowa happy with what they had accomplished, and now they knew 
that there were no obstacles left to continuing Brent's training as a maid. 

They had left him in charge of the apartment when they had gone, and it was 
neat, and well-kept when they returned, and they saw that he had gotten 
enough pleasure out of his female clothes that he was wearing them all the 
time. He was properly submissive when they came in, and they were happy that 
they had such a well-trained, cross-dressing slave. They though about 
punishing him right there and then, about making him kneel before them, clad 
in his nylon panties and bra, about making him lick the floor while they 
beat him. But, though their pussies were getting wet as they thought about 
that, they did not bother with it that night, as they were too tired from 
their journey. But they had a certified check for the order, and they knew 
that it was good, and the next day they deposited it, and though they knew 
that they would not be fully happy until it cleared, at least things seemed 
to be pretty much under control. Work went quickly for both of them on the 
following day, and they knew that that night they would get back down to 
training Brent, who had had a rest from his punishment while they were away, 
but who now needed their instruction. 

By the time that they were ready to go back to Sofie's apartment their 
snatches were so wet that their underwear was soaked, and the driver of the 
cab in which they rode to Sofie's place kept trying to pick them up, and 
they flirted with him a little, amused, but they had no intention of letting 
him touch, them, for they had a cross-dressing slave to punish. 

When they got to the apartment, Brent was not in sight, and then they heard 
the moans of furious masturbation coming from the bathroom. There they found 
him, dressed in high-heels and a black bra, jerking his cock hard into a 
pair of Sofie's panties that he had taken from the hamper. They laughed for 
a moment, but then they grew serious, for they knew that such actions could 
not go unpunished. 

They made him lie the floor of the bathroom, and they took turns standing in 
their high heels on his back, and they liked the red marks that their shoes 
left on his skin. He hurt from what they were doing to him, but his cock, 
which had been hard and throbbing when they had caught him playing with it, 
was still erect against the cold floor on which he was lying, and somehow 
the pain that he felt from their shoes was erotic more than it was 
agonizing. Finally they were done walking on him, and they knew that the 
next punishment that he would get would be to take the heels of their shoes, 
four in all, up his ass-hole. 

His cock was still hard as he felt Ann's strong fingers greasing his 
ass-hole, and as his face was buried against the floor he did not know that 
they were going to put up his ass, and he hoped that it would not be too 
big, but nonetheless got very hot from the thought of being penetrated 
there. Then he felt shoes against his buttocks, and then the heel of a shoe 
was sliding into his ass-hole, and he liked that, since it was thin enough 
so that it hardly hurt at all, but it was erotic, and he wanted to start to 
hump his cock against the floor, and knew that if he did that he would come 
soon, but he did not dare do it without permission. Ann and Sofie took turns 
working the heels of their shoes in and out of the ass of their slave, and 
he moaned with passion as they did so. The movements that they made, the 
shovings in and out of shoe leather in ass-hole, pushed his cock, just a 
little against the floor, and he kept getting close to coming, and then 
slipping away from the edge. He loved being a slut of a slave, dressed in 
women's clothing on the floor. 

Finally they grew tired of fucking his ass-hole with the heels of their 
shoes, and they decided that he would now have to wear some more clothing 
besides the shoes and underwear that he was already sporting. So they led 
him to his room, and made him put on not his maid's outfit but rather a 
skirt and blouse and a necklace, and then they made him go to the living 
room, where they tied his hands behind his back, and had him kneel at their 
feet. 

His cock was still hard, and it made a tent in the front of the skirt that 
he was wearing. And he was hot from being dressed the way that he was and he 
moaned with lust as he felt the power that they had over him, the two women 
who were controlling his life now. He wondered what was in store for him, 
and he knew that whatever it was, no matter how harsh the punishment was 
that he might have to bear, he could take it, and that he would like it, 
like serving them, like bending, like a pliant reed, to their every whim. 
For a while they were silent, except for the soft sounds of nylon; rubbing 
against nylon as they swung their legs and looked at the slut. 

"I see that the little girl is excited again. I am really starting to think 
that she spends far too much time thinking about sex. What shall we do with 
her? Perhaps some heavy whipping, my dear?" And with these words Sofie 
smiled at Ann, who mused for a moment, hand on her chin, before replying. 

"Yes, I think that a liberal application of the birch to the bared buttocks, 
back, thighs, and worm of a cock of the slave would be in order. Let us 
begin." 

Brent's cock throbbed even more as he heard the two of them saying these 
words, and though he knew that the punishment that he would get would be 
harsh, he knew that he could take it, and that basically it would excite 
him, especially since it would take place while he was wearing some items of 
female attire. He heard rather than saw one of them get up to get the rod, 
for they had made sure that he did not look higher than their feet as he 
knelt on the floor. He longed to touch his erect cock, that was still 
pushing with lust and passionate longing against both the nylon of his 
panties and the fabric of his skirt, but he dared not. Then he heard the one 
who had left to get the rod come back into the room and he knew that soon 
the next punishment of the night was to begin. He was hot and could hardly 
wait for the song of the rod on his bare and quivering flesh. 

He felt one of them lifting his skirt, and then pulling down his sheer black 
panties, and he liked the way that the smooth surface of the panties felt as 
they slid down over the cheeks of his ass, those cheeks between which the 
heels of two pairs of shoes had so recently penetrated, and which now were 
to redden and blister and burn beneath the thin rod that Sofie was swishing, 
experimentally, through the air. Brent heard the sounds of the instrument, 
and they excited him even more than he had been. His cock was really 
dripping now, and again he thought about how he wanted to play with it, and 
he moaned and sighed as he was careful not to look up, and he grunted with 
lust. 

Then he heard the thin cane whistling through the air, and then it was 
biting into the soft exposed flesh of his buttocks, and he grunted with the 
sting that it imparted to his skin, but he also felt a thrill of pleasure 
run through his aching loins at the pain that he felt. Again the rod came 
down, and then he felt some more pain, and soon he was being hit hard on the 
ass, so that the pain was so bad that his cock started to droop a little. 
But the one who was hitting himit was Ann, but he did not know that, as he 
still had not looked upsaw that his pleasure was starting to ebb, and slowed 
the force and the pace of the whipping, or rather the caning, that she was 
inflicting on him, not so much because she liked to give him pleasure, but 
because she knew that unless his cock was hard he would not be able to take 
as much pain as she was prepared to give. Ann bent and rubbed the warm pink 
flesh of his ass, and soon his cock grew full erect again as she rubbed his 
flesh, and he knew that soon she would begin to hit him again. 

And, sure enough, once again the cane hissed through the air, and as he 
heard the instrument coming down he tensed his ass, and then it hit him, 
sending a thrill of pain admixed with pleasure through his body. All at 
once, somehow, he was sexily aware of the feel of the bra that he was 
wearing, and of the smell and the feel of the rayon of which his blouse was 
made, and suddenly, perversely, he found that he wished that he were wearing 
perfume, expensive perfume, Joy or Shamade or Arpege. But then these 
thoughts were driven from his mind as the rod came down again on his ass and 
his buttocks were whipped until Ann was satisfied with their particular 
shade of red. 

Sofie, who was watching this latest phase in the evening's festivities of 
flagellation and cross-dressing, felt the moisture starting to flow more 
freely in her cunt, and she moaned a little, and reached under the skirt 
that she was wearing in order to touch her pubic mound through the thin, 
soaking wet fabric of her purple panties. She sighed with how good that 
felt, and she knew that she was so hot, from watching the punishment that 
Ann was inflicting on her slave, or rather their slave, that she would have 
to come at least once before she took her turn with the whip. 

She looked hard at the red ass of the slut, and she could not resist then 
pulling off her skirt, and then her panties, and then she was slipping first 
one and then two of her strong fingers into her wet, creamy, hot and 
dripping cunt, and she was sliding them in and out of her, thinking of a 
cock. She thought for a moment of the various dildos that she had, and 
wanted to get up for a moment and get one, and plunge it hard into the 
pulsing pink grotto of her cunt, but she was so far gone with lust that she 
knew she needed to come, and come long and hard, first. She was moaning 
loudly now, so much so that Ann heard her, and stopped hitting the slave, 
her face flushed with the exertions that she had been making. The two 
dominant women smiled at each other, and they sniffed deeply, getting hotter 
from the smell of their moist creamy cunts in the air, and they knew that 
pretty soon they would have to suck each other off. That would mean that 
they would have to forgo, for a while, the pleasures that they got from 
punishing their cross-dressing slut, but that could not be helped, and 
besides the pleasure of a warm female mouth and tongue on a wet twat was not 
to be dismissed lightly. 

Sofie was still finger-fucking her cunt, and Ann watched with parted lips, 
panting a little, and knowing that it would not be long before she was 
playing with her own cunt, as a prelude to the passionate sixty-nine in 
which the two of them, the two hot mistresses, were soon to indulge. 

Brent enjoyed the cessation of the whipping that he had been getting, and 
stayed quietly in position on the floor, and he too could smell the wet 
cunts of the two women whom he was serving, and he liked knowing that he was 
giving them pleasure, though he knew that part of the game that they were 
playing meant that they would not show it. 

"Baby, play with it, slip your hot fingers in and out of that creamy cunt. 
Mmmmmm, I know how good that feels. Play with your clit babes, play with it 
hard, make yourself come for me, will suck it. Do it baby, do it hard." 

Sofie was so hot that she could not find any words with which to reply to 
those of her friend, and she simply moaned more loudly. She shifted her ass 
more rapidly against the seat of the chair on which she sat, and she sighed 
with lust, and she knew that it would not be long now before she came and 
came hard. 

She knew that it was time to start playing with her clit, and she took her 
fingers out of her pussy, and licked them, liking the taste of her thick 
juices, and then she pulled back the skin around her hard clit, and she 
started to rub it hard, and she gasped with lust at the way that that felt. 
She arched her back, and her lush breasts, already swollen with lust, 
swelled even more, and Ann could tell that her friend was only seconds away 
from coming. And as Ann watched a deep flush spread over the upper half of 
the ripe body of Sofie, and she moaned and then the first spasm of pleasure 
hit her, and she was into all of it. 

She gasped, she shook, her head rolled around on her neck as if she were a 
puppet with broken strings, and she kept up the pressure on her clit, so 
that she kept on coming, on and on, sighing and moaning and crying out, 
softly, with the pleasure that was rushing in hot waves through her body. 
Ann's cunt was so wet that she started to touch it as her friend came, and 
she forgot, for the moment, about her slave. 

Brent's cock was really jumping now, and he rubbed it from time to time, 
being .careful not to get caught. But there was, at this point, little 
danger of that, for the two women who had enslaved him were now busy with 
each other, sighing and moaning with desire. Sofie's passion was starting to 
ebb, and she took her finger away from her clit, and she opened her eyes, 
and she smiled at Ann. 


THE END
