Step-Mother
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

"Lick the filthy sole of my boot, you lowly scum," said Sofia, raising the 
black leather that clad her right foot to the lips of her husband. He licked 
like the slave he was, with his hands tied behind his back, and she saw with 
satisfaction that his cock was hard as a rock. A small drop of juice gleamed 
like a pearl at its tip. 

George longed to play with his dick, to make it come, but he knew that she 
would punish him if he did that without her permission. She put down her 
boot so that he could lick the leather of the uppers, and she smiled .as she 
saw her footwear getting shiny with his spit. 

Then she kicked his head away, and she untied his hands. 

"You may play with your cock now, but you are not allowed to come until I 
say that you can. And when I tell you to, I want you to come onto my boot, 
and then you must lick it up, and if you fail in anyway I shall whip you 
severely." 

When his hands were free he began to stroke his cock, slowly so that he 
would not come until she let him, and he looked at the leather of the boot 
onto which he was going to shoot. 

Sofia stood and looked down at her slave, and she rubbed the nipple of one 
of her huge breasts, and she felt the juices starting to flow in her cunt. 
She knew that she needed some relief, and she thought that tonight she would 
allow him to suck her cunt, for a long time until she was satisfied. 

She toyed with her hard clit as he stroked himself, but still she did not 
say that he could come, and she loved the power that she had over him. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

The office hummed and crackled with the sounds of financial activity. Orders 
were pouring in over the phones, and the brokers were busy. George Prior sat 
in his lush inner office, and pondered the management of one of his bigger 
portfolios. He was trying to balance risk and reward, and the economic 
picture was uncertain, which made him worry. He was sure that he was on his 
way to an ulcer. 

He kept weighing the advantages of tax-free municipals versus blue-chip 
corporate bonds, and he was lost in tables, and his mind seemed to be 
nothing but a jumble of yields and basis points. Finally he happened to 
glance at the clock, and he saw that it was nearly four. He had a date, and 
he meant to keep it. 

He had gone out with Sofia the weekend before, and it had been a fantastic 
evening. The one thing that had been lacking was sex, for they had hardly 
touched each other. And yet he had been very aroused, and he sensed that she 
had been too, and he could not understand why they had not made it on that 
date. He sat at his desk, though he knew that he should leave, and he 
thought about her. 

He was in his early forties, and divorced a year, and he didn't get too many 
dates with women like her. She was maybe thirty-five, though she had never 
told him her age, and she was tall, over five-ten, and really stacked, as 
the saying goes. She wasn't slim, but then she wasn't fat either, and she 
liked to wear heels, which made her really tower over most of the people 
around her. He had met her at a party, and they had made the date for the 
weekend that had just passed. 

All through the evening they had flirted, but when she had gotten him really 
hot, and he had tried to kiss her, she had pushed him away, and said that if 
he came to see her the following Wednesday, in the late afternoon, she would 
show him a good time. He wondered if that meant money, but after talking to 
her she said that it did not, so he thought that it just must be her period, 
and let it go at that. So he sat in his office, horny as hell, and worked on 
losing enough of his erection so that he could walk out of the office 
without embarrassment. 

He managed to escape, and he hopped a cab, and in fifteen minutes or so he 
was at her apartment. When she let him in he gasped, for she was attired in 
a way that was extremely arousing, and which made him think that he might be 
in for some very bizarre entertainment. She wore a corset, a corset made of 
black leather-that is what he noticed first. It left her tits and her cunt 
bare, but she was wearing a pair of black, satin panties, so that it was 
only her ripe tits that were available for his lusty eyes. 

She wore no stockings, but she did wear a pair of silver shoes, that had 
very high heels, and were sandals, with thin straps. Her toenails were 
painted, and she was heavily made up, and she wore a choker ribbon, that 
matched the rest of her outfit. She smiled at him after she had let him in, 
and it was a sexy smile, but there was something else in it, something a 
little bit cruel, that was nonetheless exciting. 

She told him to sit down. 

She walked to him where he sat on the couch, and she smiled down at the 
bulge in his pants. She stood looking at him like that for about a minute, 
and then she rubbed her tits while he watched, until her nipples were hard. 
Then she took each one of her breasts into her mouth, and she sucked on her 
nipples for a while. 

He wanted to fuck her, or have her blow him, and he was aching with lust, 
but something kept him from jumping up and grabbing her. He began to feel as 
if he were in her power, as if he would give up anything for her, as if she 
could make him do things that he would never have dreamed of, all to allow 
him to taste her flesh. 

"Do you like my body, do you like my hard, big, hot tits?" she said to 
George, and he felt his cock give a huge jump when she said that. 

"Yes, I like them very much." He started to rise, and stopped only when she 
held up her hands, and looked angry. 

"Very well," she said. "If you like me so much you must prove to me that you 
are worthy of me. Today, since we do not know each other well, your tasks 
will be relatively light, but rest assured that they will get harder if you 
wish to continue seeing me. Are you ready for your first task?" 

She looked at him with a cruel and sexy leer of depravity, and waited. 

Thoughts raced through his mind, and he did not know what to do. He was a 
little scared of what she might do to him, for he was beginning to 
understand that she was dominant by nature, but she was so seductive that he 
knew that he had to at least find out what she wanted. 

"Yes, I am ready for my first task," he said, and waited. 

"Get down on your knees, and kiss the rug that I walk on, and I want to see 
that tongue of yours licking the shag. I want the carpet wet." 

He slowly got down on his knees, still fully dressed, and began to do as she 
had told him. He could see her feet as he licked the rug, and he could smell 
her. The odor, the unbearably sexy odor that hit his nose was a mixture of 
sweat and perfume and cunt, and it was driving him wild with desire. His 
cock was very hard, and he wanted to take it out, but he knew that he should 
wait for her to tell him that he was allowed to. So he just kept on licking 
the rug. 

"Stand up and strip, slave," she said. "You will address me as mistress from 
now on, and you will do exactly as I tell you. If you fail me in any way you 
shall be punished. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, mistress," he said, and took off his clothes. In a few seconds he was 
naked, and he knelt on the ground in front of her, and it was all that he 
could do to keep from playing with his hard cock. She looked at him, and 
smiled when she saw that a small drop of moisture was dripping from the end 
of his hard cock. 

"Does looking at your mistress make you excited, slave?" She waited. 

"Yes mistress I am very excited," he said, and waited, aching with desire, 
for her to tell him to do something. 

"Do I have pretty feet, slave?" She held out one of her shoes and wiggled 
her toes, and he could smell the odor of her feet. For a moment he did not 
answer, but just gazed at her toes, and he felt that he had never seen 
anything that was more erotic. Then he remembered the question that she had 
asked him. 

"Yes mistress your feet are very beautiful, and I want to lick them, and 
suck your toes, and kiss the leather of your shoes. But I know that I may 
not be worthy of doing that." 

She smiled at him. "I see that you are learning quickly how to talk to your 
mistress. Very well: you may worship my feet. First you must suck on the 
heel of my shoe." She held out her right foot, and moved the high, spiked, 
silver heel so that it was touching his lips. 

He did not say anything, but took the proffered object into his mouth, and 
began to suck it with a slow and steady motion. He liked the taste of the 
shoe that was in his mouth, and the closeness of her feet was driving him 
wild with passion. He licked and sucked the heel that she had given to him 
until it was nice and shiny. 

Then she took the heel from his mouth, and he wondered if she was going to 
have him suck the other one, but she had other ideas. 

"Now you may lick my toes," she said, and she held out the same shoe that he 
had been sucking, and wiggled her foot, and soon his tongue was running over 
her painted nails and the thin leather straps that covered them. He loved 
the smells that hit his nostrils as he sucked on her toes, and he started to 
want to play with himself. He kept thinking that he shouldn't, but he was so 
far gone with lust and desire that he started to jerk off. 

In a matter of seconds she kicked his face, not so hard that he was in 
terrible pain, but hard enough to let him know that he was in trouble. 

"What slave! Do I dare to believe what I am seeing! You are masturbating 
without my permission? You shall have to be spanked for that." And she sat 
down on the couch, and she ordered him to lie across her lap. 

He did so, and as he lay on his stomach he felt her warmth, and smelled the 
leather of her corset, and the odor of her cunt, and he waited for the first 
blow to fall while his erect cock rubbed against her bare thighs. 

She started to spank him with her bare right hand, with her palm open, and 
she hit him fairly hard, but the excitement that he felt far outweighed the 
pain. He was in her power, and it was that feeling of losing himself to her, 
and of being a slave, that he liked. It was so different from work, where he 
had to make decisions, where he was always under pressure. Here, in this 
world of slavery and female domination he could relax under the strong hands 
of his mistress. 

As she spanked him the force with which he was jammed against her lap by her 
blows rubbed his cock against her thighs, and he felt as if he were going to 
come just from the friction. He was scared of what might happen if he did, 
but he knew that he could not control himself much longer. 

She sensed his excitement, for she said to him "Is my slave going to come on 
his mistress' thigh from the spanking that she is giving him? I give you 
permission to come slave, but you must lick your sperm up, and then you must 
be prepared for more service, until I am through with you." 

"Yes mistress, I will do just as you say," he said, and closed his eyes, and 
simply let himself be lost in the world of the blows that she was giving to 
him with her experienced hand. 

It was clear, even to him, who was something of a novice in such things, 
that she knew what she was doing, because she varied the pace with which she 
hit him, and sometimes she would rub his ass so that it felt nice and warm. 

Then she stopped, saying, "All right slave, you may hump against my thigh 
until you come." He felt her rubbing his ass as he humped, and soon he felt 
that he was right there, right on the edge, and then he shot. 

For a few seconds he was lost to the outside world, and he felt as if he was 
pumping his whole being, his very essence, onto the smooth flesh of her 
thigh. She rubbed his ass until he was finished, and then she told him to 
kneel in front of her and lick his jism off her thigh. 

He had never tasted his own come, but he was surprised at how easy it was to 
lick it up, and he liked the way her flesh felt under his tongue. While he 
licked her thigh clean she leaned back and closed her eyes, and the smell of 
her cunt grew even stronger, and she rubbed her stiff nipples from time to 
time. 

She made him lick her thigh for a long time, but he did not mind, and he 
felt as if he would be content to worship her forever. Finally she pushed 
his head away, and told him to kneel again. 

He looked up at her, and she looked down at him with a smile of lust and 
sadism, and he knew that she would soon have to be satisfied. 

"You may now have the honor of cleaning my bare feet with your tongue," she 
said, and she took off her sandals and offered her feet to his waiting 
mouth. 

He started to suck her toes, and he loved the way that her flesh felt as he 
sucked them, and he knew that she liked what he was doing, since she leaned 
back again, and closed her eyes, and she started to rub her tits, and soon 
she could not keep her hands off herself, and she was starting to grind her 
hips against the fabric of the couch on which she sat. 

He licked her feet for a long time, and he started to think about what it 
would be like to suck some other parts of her, and he wanted to ask her 
about that, but he did not dare. Then she spoke to him. 

"Get up, slave, and go to the bathroom, and bring me that bottle of baby 
oil." He did as she asked, and soon was back with the required substance. 

"Oil my legs, and do a good job of it. I want my feet massaged with oil, and 
then my calves, and then my thighs." She looked down at him, and watched him 
begin the task that she had set for him. 

He rubbed the oil into her feet, and she flexed her toes from time to time 
as he did that, and she murmured to herself, and the smell of her cunt was 
very strong. She did not tell him that he could start on her calves, but he 
decided that he could risk doing that, and when he did she made no move to 
stop him. 

He spent a long time oiling her calves, which were supple and strong, and 
she moaned from time to time while he did that, and he knew that she was 
getting more and more excited. Hardly daring to believe that she was letting 
do it, he started to oil her thighs, and she lay very still while he did 
that, and she let him work all the way up to where her black satin panties 
hid her hot cunt. 

Finally she opened her eyes, saying, "OK, slave, I am going to take off my 
panties, and you may lick my asshole while I masturbate. But you must not 
touch my cunt. If you are a very good slave, then the next time that we meet 
you may suck my pussy, but for now just my asshole. I want you to play with 
your cock while you rim me, but you must not come." And she raised her legs, 
and slipped off the panties, and offered her asshole to his waiting tongue. 

He loved the gamy taste of her asshole, and he slipped his tongue into it, 
and he thought that he had found his true role at last: that of a slave. 

She just watched him rim her for a while, and then she pulled back the skin 
from around her clit, and she started to masturbate. She touched the tip of 
her clit very lightly with a wet finger, and she closed her eyes, and she 
gave herself up to the feel of her hand on her clit and the slave-tongue on 
her asshole. 

George waited tensely for her to come. He was masturbating, as she had told 
him to do, and though he would have thought that, since he had come so 
recently, he would not have much trouble holding back now, in fact he was 
very excited, and it was all that he could do to keep from coming. But he 
knew that he wanted to obey her as much as possible, and so he slowed the 
pace with which he jerked his dick, and went on rimming her. 

She was grunting now, and her hips were moving from side to side, and he 
knew that she would come soon, and he kept his mouth glued to her asshole, 
knowing that he wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible. 

She grunted, and made sounds like "Unh, unh, unh," and then she came, hard. 
Her hips arched up off the couch, and she practically threw him to the floor 
with the force with which her rising hips pushed his mouth from her asshole. 
She kept a finger hard against her clit while she came, and she came for a 
long time, and she loved the feelings that ran through her. Her orgasm 
seemed to go on and on forever. 

He kept masturbating as he watched her come, and it was all that he could do 
to keep from coming himself, but he did not want to disobey her, and so he 
played with himself slowly, holding back. Finally she stood up, and she 
looked down at him, and she smiled to see that he was still jerking his 
cock. 

"Do you like to play with your little trouser-worm, you dirty little boy?" 

"Yes mistress, I play with it all the time, and I want to serve you in any 
way that I can. May I come now? I am so excited mistress. Please may I 
come?" He looked at her, and fell to her feet, which were still bare, and 
covered with the oil that he had used on them, and he started to kiss them. 
She laughed, but did not tell him to stop. He licked her feet for a long 
time, and finally she told him to stand up. 

"You may come into my hand," she said, and held out her right hand near his 
hard cock. He worked his dick furiously, his face contorted with the effort, 
and in a few seconds he shot, all over her hand. She was impressed at the 
force with which he came this time, so soon after shooting onto her foot. 

"Lick my hand, slave," she said, and when he had cleaned it she told him 
that he could shower and dress. In about fifteen minutes he was once again 
the wealthy stockbroker that he had been when he had entered this apartment. 
It was nearly five-thirty, and it was time that he took the train and went 
home. 

Sofia had changed too, and now she wore normal clothes, and looked simply 
like a well-dressed woman that one might see on the streets of any city. She 
smiled at him, but did not say much, except, "Perhaps you would like to 
visit me this coming weekend? Shall we say Saturday, eight, here?" He 
nodded, and then she showed him out, and he was back in the bustle of the 
city. 

He grabbed a cab to the station, and when he got to the train he went to the 
bar-car, had a Scotch, and relaxed. He felt very good, and he realized that 
while he had been with Sofia he had forgotten the pressures with which he 
lived, and which were taking their toll on him, both physically and 
mentally. 

He thought of his former wife, who had left him because she said that he was 
not enough of a man for her, since he would not beat her when she wanted him 
to. In fact he now knew that he was a true submissive, someone who knew that 
the true role of woman was one of superiority. He felt his cock swell a 
little as he thought about the time that he had just spent with Sofia. 

Then he started to think about his children. Debby was twenty-three, and a 
nurse at the local hospital. She was still living at home, so that she could 
save money. She liked her work, but she kept talking about moving away when 
she had saved enough. He had lost contact with her, he felt, and somehow he 
did not care. All that he thought about when he saw her was his former wife, 
and he knew that he did not need to be reminded of that. 

His son, Cliff, was in his last year of high-school, and seemed as if he 
only cared about cars and beer. George did not want to think about his 
children, so he took a long pull at his drink. 

Finally the train pulled into the station of the rich community where he 
lived, and he lurched out to find his car, and drove home slowly. When he 
got there no one was in. He knew that Debby was at work, since she had been 
working the four to eleven-thirty shift recently, and he found a note from 
Cliff saying that he had gone to a friends to work on a car, and that he 
would be back late. 

He thought that he should not let his son run around so much, and wondered 
if Cliff would ever make a decent living, or any living at all. He fixed 
himself a drink, and settled down with the paper. After a few minutes he 
forgot his kids, and he stopped reading, and he thought about Sofia, about 
how she had led him into a world that he had never known, and from which he 
had no desire to escape. 

He fell asleep in his chair, and all that he thought about as he drifted off 
was her, her feet, the smell and taste of her asshole, her lush breasts. 
When he awoke, at ten-thirty, aching and with a bad taste in his mouth, he 
only had enough energy to take off his clothes and fall into bed. He did 
remember to set the alarm for six, however. 

As her father slept Debby Prior sat at the nurses' station on a quiet 
medical ward, and tried to concentrate on the paperwork that was her 
principal task this evening. There were no crises tonight, and she did not 
think that any were very likely to develop. But she could not keep her mind 
on her task, and she kept thinking about a young doctor, whom she had only 
just met. He was known only to her as Doctor Smith, and he was tall and slim 
and he seemed to be well-hung from the bulge that she could see in his 
pants. She led a much more active sex-life in her mind than in reality, and 
as she sat at her desk she felt herself getting itchier and itchier. She 
looked at the clock and she saw that she had an hour to go, and she wondered 
if she could stick it out without jerking off. But she was scared of her 
supervisor, and so she managed to stick it out, though she got hotter and 
wetter as she sat there. As she had thought it would be, it was a quiet 
night, and at last, after she had checked out with the new shift that was 
coming on, she ran to the nurses' locker-room. 

She kept a small dildo and some grease in her locker for just such times as 
the moment that she was feeling now, for she knew that she needed some quick 
relief. First she took a long shower, until she was sure that all of the 
other people who used the room had gone, and then she stepped out, and dried 
herself. 

Since there was no curtain on the stall, she had not dared to touch her hard 
clit while she showered, and she had stood turned away from the doorway to 
the stall, so that no one would notice that her nipples were hard. 

She dried herself quickly, thinking that she would have to take another 
shower before she went home. She sat down on the low bench that ran along 
the rows of lockers, and she raised her legs, and smeared some grease on her 
fingers. She rubbed it into her asshole, and worked a finger up there. She 
liked to put things in her ass while she played with herself, which is why 
she had a small dildo, and she found that she liked fingers in her cunt 
while the dildo was jammed deep into her ass. 

First she rubbed her clit for a while, and she got really hot from that, and 
when she was ready she worked the dildo up her asshole, and she moaned with 
pleasure when it went in. She worked it back and forth a few times, and she 
really liked the way that it felt when it was up inside her rear. Then she 
shoved it in, and leaned way back so that it would not fall out. 

She then took her left hand, and started to slide two fingers in and out of 
her tight pussy. She had fucked a few guys, but not that many, and she was 
still deliciously tight, and she was comfortably filled by her two slim 
fingers. She worked her digits in and out of her cunt for a while, and she 
was hot, and she felt the juices flowing freely from her snatch. She rubbed 
her nipples for a while with her right hand, but soon she started to use 
that hand on her clit. 

She pulled back the skin from around the little, hard, pink nub that was the 
seat of all of her pleasure, and she started to touch the tip of it very 
lightly, and she knew that she was very close to coming. She had her eyes 
open, because she really got off on watching herself when she masturbated. 
She had never had a woman, but she often thought about it, and she knew that 
it was only a matter of time. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Then, suddenly, she saw that there was another woman in the room. It was 
Nancy, whom she knew only slightly, and who worked on another floor of the 
same unit. Nancy was smiling at her, and started talking before Debby could 
speak. 

"It's all right, hon," she said. "I play with my pussy all the time, and I 
know just how good it feels. But it feels even better when a woman sucks a 
woman, and you don't have to worry about getting knocked up, or any of that 
stuff. How about it, hon? Ever had a woman?" 

Debby was blushing, and then she found her voice, which shook somewhat as 
she talked to Nancy. "Well, no, I haven't, I mean I haven't had a girl, 
ever, except I think about it a lot, and I don't fuck that many guys, and I 
am always horny, and I guess that, I mean I would like it if you, if we?" 
And she looked at the other nurse, whose smile was fading as lust possessed 
her slim body. 

Nancy was in her early thirties, and tall, with short, pert black hair, and 
she felt her cunt dripping already as she looked at the young hot bitch 
whose cunt was so hot. "Oh baby, let me suck you, let me lick that hot, 
juicy pussy," said Nancy, and in a matter of seconds she was down on her 
knees, and she was starting to lick the hot cunt that was so close to her 
face. 

She used one of her hands to work the dildo that was buried in Debby's ass, 
and then she buried her face in the steamy crotch that was in front of her. 
She loved the taste of the thick hot juices that flowed so copiously from 
the young nurse, and she lapped them up as if she were a cat at a bowl of 
cream. She felt the tight, clean cunt that she was sucking open like a lush 
pink flower under her tongue, and soon she was shoving her tongue into it, 
using her tongue like a small cock, fucking the cunt she was sucking with 
it. She reached up and put a finger on the clit of the young nurse that she 
was sucking, and she heard Debby starting to moan, and she rubbed the hard 
nub while she sucked. 

"Oh God, it feels so good, oh baby, do it to me, do it to me harder!" 

These words of Debby's really turned Nancy on, and she could hardly keep 
from playing with herself while she sucked. But she knew that if she did 
that she would have trouble concentrating, and so she held off from 
pleasuring herself with her skilled fingers. Besides, she knew that the 
other woman would want to suck her, and she thought that she could hold out 
long enough to wait for that. 

She felt Debby's body tense, and she knew that the young nurse was getting 
right to the edge, and so she worked her cunt really hard, and finally, when 
she lifted her mouth from the hole of the cunt that she was sucking, and 
instead took Debby's hard clit into her mouth, then Debby came. 

Saying "God, oh God, I feel so good!" Debby shook and shuddered as wave 
after wave of pleasure ran through her, and her orgasm lasted longer than 
any that she had ever had. The nurse who was sucking her knew how to keep 
her going, and it was only when Nancy grew impatient for her own pleasure 
that she raised her head from Debby's cunt. 

Debby smiled down at the woman who had just showed her how good one woman 
could make another feel, and when Nancy sat down, and stripped, and raised 
her legs, Debby knew just what she should do. 

She was down on her knees in a matter of seconds, and as soon as her mouth 
touched the wet cunt of the woman who had just sucked her she knew that she 
had found the kind of sex that, at least so far, seemed to be able to give 
her more pleasure than anything that she had ever done. 

She had never sucked a cunt before, but, both from all of her experience 
with herself, and from the sucking that she had just received, she knew what 
to do. Like Nancy, she began with the hole of the vagina itself, and she 
loved the juices that flowed from the cunt that she was sucking. They 
smelled and tasted tantalizingly different from her own, and she knew that 
she would have to come again before the night was through. But, for the 
moment, she concentrated on giving the nurse who had sucked her as much 
pleasure as was humanly possible. 

Nancy was rubbing her nipples while Debby sucked her, and her slim hips were 
writhing back and forth agains the rough bench on which she sat. 

"Oh baby, you suck so well, and I can't believe that you've never sucked a 
girl before. Oh God you sure know how to do me. Please don't stop!" And then 
Nancy was so overcome with the lust that was pouring through her body that 
she could not talk any more, and she just leaned back with her eyes closed, 
and she clamped her hands over her nipples, and she abandoned herself to the 
waves of pleasure that were threatening to erupt in her hot body. 

Debby kept her mouth glued to the hot hole that she was sucking, and then 
she reached up with one finger and began to play with the hard clit that 
belonged to the owner of the cunt to which her mouth was glued. She heard 
Nancy gasp when she did that, and her breathing seemed to come faster and 
faster, and Debby knew that the older woman was getting ready to come. 

To increase the pleasure of the woman who had initiated her into such a 
garden of sensual delights, Debby moved her mouth up a couple of inches and 
took the hard clit of the older nurse between her lips. She rolled it around 
with her tongue, and she felt the blood pulsing in it as she did that, and 
it seemed to swell just a tiny bit more under her tongue. 

Then Nancy arched her hips, driving her cunt into the face of the young 
nurse who was sucking her off, and doing it so well, like a real pro. Debby 
grabbed the firm ass of the older woman, now that she had the chance, and 
kneaded the firm cheeks of it as she drove Nancy wild with her skilled 
tongue. 

She slipped a finger around and into Nancy's asshole, and it slid in easily, 
so much so that she knew that the older woman had had things up there 
before. Nancy was moaning loudly, but there was no one else in the 
locker-room to hear her. The juices were really oozing from her fast, and 
she was starting to feel that the ache that filled her loins would soon be 
relieved. 

Debby increased the speed with which she licked and sucked the hard clit 
that was in her mouth, and under the skilled lashing that she was giving, 
Nancy came, and came long and hard. 

The soft, passionate cries of the slim nurse filled the room, and the smell 
of her pussy was very strong, and Debby loved the pleasure that she had 
given. 

Debby kept her mouth glued to the cunt that she had sucked to orgasm until 
the last spasms of its owner had died away, and finally she raised her head, 
and smiled at Nancy. 

"Your face is all covered with me, hon. Let me lick it off." 

With these words Nancy stood, and kissed Debby, and spent sometime licking 
off the hot cream from her cheeks. Both women knew that they could go on 
like this for hours, and as they kissed each felt the hard nipples of the 
other, and they were getting hot again, even though they had both come so 
hard so recently. 

But then Nancy said that she had to run, since she was working early the 
next day, and Debby realized that it was two in the morning, and that she 
should be getting home. So they agreed to meet soon, and Nancy gave Debby 
her number. 

When Debby got home she found that her father was asleep, as she had 
expected, but that Cliff was not home, and she knew that if he slept late 
for school his father would be angry. But there was nothing that she could 
do, and she was so tired that she went right to bed. 

Cliff was drinking a beer as his sister went to sleep, and he sat in the 
garage of a friend of his, with the friend and another guy. They were 
rebuilding an engine, and they had worked on it for seven straight hours, 
and they were relaxing, not caring that they were supposed to be in school 
the next day. 

Cliff took a long pull at his beer. "Damn, I'm horny," he said. "Last time I 
got laid was with some real pig that I picked up in this bar in the city. I 
went back to her place, and I fucked her a couple of times, and she was 
sweating all over the place, and when I left I spent the next few days 
worrying that I had a dose. I was too drunk to use a rubber, and I sure as 
hell hope I didn't knock her up, or if I did, that she can't find me. Hell, 
I sure could use some cunt." 

His friends nodded, and there was silence as they all drank. It was a 
weeknight, and they knew that to get any action they would have to go into 
the city, and they were way too tired for that. But anyone who had happened 
to observe them could have seen that all that they were thinking about was 
how they could get some cunt. 

Then Cliff snapped his fingers, and put down the can he was drinking from 
with a bang. 

"Shit, I clean forgot about what's her nameLinda. You know, that kind of shy 
girl who works real hard. She's in all of the smart classes, but I think 
that she is hot to trot. She came up to me today at school, and she gave me 
this note, and she blushed, and she kind of ran away, and when I read it, it 
said that she was real horny, and would I call her, and she said that her 
folks were away starting tonight, and that she had the house until the 
weekend." 

He dashed inside, and then remembered the sleeping family of his friend, and 
called her as quietly as he could. She was obviouly sleepy when she 
answered, but then when she heard who it was, and when he mentioned his 
friends, she perked up. 

She opened the door and the three guys gasped, since she was wearing only a 
pair of black panties. She hurried them in, and they could smell her pussy, 
and they knew that they had a hot one. 

"Sit down, fellas," she said. "Want to watch my cunt all opened up when I 
put in my dildo?" She did not wait for an answer, and she pulled off her 
panties, and sat down in a chair which she pulled over near to the couch 
where the three guys were sitting. 

She smiled at them, and spread the lips of her cunt with her fingers, and 
she was wet, and all of the guys felt like they were going to cream in their 
jeans just from looking at her. She shoved the dildo in her, and she looked 
at them while she worked it in and out of her. She closed her eyes in about 
a minute, and she worked herself faster, and then she shook, and she opened 
them again. 

"I want to see some cock, guys," she said, and she grinned as they unzipped 
their flies and started to play with their hard cocks. She knew that they 
would come quickly, and she also knew that she wanted some of that juice in 
her mouth, and so she started to suck Cliff, and then she raised her head, 
saying, "Come on and jack off on me while I suck him." 

She loved the way that his hard dick felt in her mouth, and she sucked him 
pretty well for a girl who had never done it before. She was really hot, and 
she gasped as she sucked, and she started to masturbate. 

Cliff had his eyes closed, and he started to shove his hips back and forth, 
as if the mouth of the girl who was sucking him was a cunt, and he were 
fucking it. He really got into it, and she loved the excitement that he was 
showing, and then she became obsessed with feeling his come on her face. 

"Come on baby, I want you to come on my face, and I want the other two of 
you to come on my body. I want a come bath, and then when you're ready we 
can fuck all night." And she jerked on Cliffs hard cock, and he knew that he 
was close to coming, like his friends. 

The room-was quiet, except for the grunts that the guys made as they worked 
their cocks. If it were not for the beer that they had drunk they would have 
come long ago, and even with the alcohol in them they shot quickly. 

Cliff came first, and his sperm poured out all over the face of the mousy 
girl who was sucking him, and she rubbbed it into her cheeks and her mouth 
and her hair with the hand that was not busy in her cunt. 

Then she felt the other two guys shooting on her back, and she reach behind 
her, and scooped up a fingerful of come, and she licked it off her finger, 
and she leered. Her cunt smelled very strong, and the three guys were amazed 
at how hot she was, especially since they had all though that she was one of 
those girls who don't think about sex. 

They needed to rest, and while they lay around and got ready for the next 
round she kept on palying with herself. None of the guys in the room had 
ever seen a thing like it, and soon their cocks were starting to rise again. 
They knew that they would probably get no sleep that night, but they didn't 
care. For a moment Cliff thought about his father, and how he would get in 
trouble if he got home after his father got up, but soon his rising cock put 
all thoughts like that out of his mind. 

The scene went on like that for most of the night, and it was nearly six 
when the three guys left the house where they had had so much fun. They were 
dead tired, and they all decided to cut school, and to sleep. 

Cliff sneaked into his room through the window, and he heard his father in 
the shower, so he stripped and got into bed, and he was asleep in a minute 
or so. 

When George looked in on his sleeping son he saw nothing amiss, and assumed 
that Cliff had gone to bed at a reasonable hour. He was tired, and he 
thought about the problems that he was facing at work. 

He had been involved in the initial sale of a stock, a new issue, that had 
risen so fast that the exchange had suspeneded trading in order to 
investigate. The results of the inquiry were not yet known, and George found 
that his stomach, already bad, was getting much worse. He knew that drinking 
just made his gut worse, and yet he found that that was the only way that he 
felt better. 

He could hardly read the paper on the way into work that morning, and he sat 
behind his desk when he got in, lost in thought. Finally he began to do the 
work that he was supposed to be doing, but he still had trouble with it. 

His mind, when he was not thinking about the trouble that he might be in, 
kept turning to Sofia. He wanted to call her, to see her before their date 
for the weekend, but in some sense the whole point of the relationship that 
was developing between them was that he was the submissive one, the one who 
bent like a pliant rod to her will. So, though he thought about calling her, 
he did not, and he knew that he would have to wait until Saturday. 

On the way home he found that he had drunk three Scotches before he was near 
the station, and even though he knew that he had had enough he had another, 
and was finishing it as he drew in sight of the lot where his car was 
parked. He drove home, and wondered about his children. 

As he expected, Debby was gone, at work, but then he heard loud snoring 
coming from Cliff's room, and he went to look in on his son. He saw him in 
the same state as when he had left in the morning, and then he knew that 
Cliff had never gotten up. 

"Get up, damn it!" he yelled, shaking his sleeping child by the shoulder. 

Cliff blinked up at him, and mumbled something about how he felt sick. 

"My ass you're sick. You're hung over, and don't expect any sympathy from 
me. If you don't shape up I really don't know what I am going to do with 
you. Shit, you disgust me." And with these words George left the room, and 
sat down to drink some more. 

Cliff, who after his father had left him was furious, grabbed a quick 
shower, and dashed out of the house. He did not know where he was going, but 
he knew that he did not want to stick around the house that was his home. 

George was pretty drunk now, and he started to think about Sofia, and he 
knew that he was going to call her, even though she was his mistress. 

"Hello, Sofia?" he said, when a panting voice answered. 

"Yes?" she said impatiently, "who is it?" 

"Islit's George, you know, your willin' littul slave. Hie." 

"You scum, you filth, I am busy, and you will see me on Saturday, and if you 
bother me again before we are supposed to meet, I will not see you at all." 

He started to speak, and then he realized that she had hung up. He lurched 
around the room, drunk and tired and horny, and finally he fell asleep on 
the rug, and snored loudly. He awoke at midnight, with a parched throat and 
a throbbing head, and he held his hair under the cold water in the bathroom 
for fifteen minutes. 

Then he flopped into bed, and then, though he was still drunk, he could not 
sleep, and he tossed and turned, thinking of her feet, and desperately 
hoping that she would not refuse to see him over the weekend. 

He heard Debby come in, but by then he was too tired to move, and he dropped 
off the edge into sleep as he heard her start to take a shower. 

And Sofia, who really had been busy when George had called, turned back to 
the little project in which she was engaged. Her slave, a young, slim woman, 
lay groveling on the floor in front of her mistress. A pair of cruel looking 
clips had been attached to her nipples, and cords attached to the clips, and 
the cords had been run through a pulley on the ceiling, and Sofia held the 
cords, and pulled them so that the nipples of her slave-girl were painfully 
distended. 

The girl was gasping with pain, and yet at the same time her breath 
indicated that she was very hot, as did the rich, musky smell that was 
coming from her hot, wet cunt. Sofia pulled on the cords, and watched with 
lustful delight as the body of the young woman jerked with pain. Finally 
Sofia, who wanted to see her slave scream and beg for mercy, pulled the 
cords just a shade too tight. 

"No mistress, please, it is too much. I can't take it, oh God, it hurts so 
bad! Please let up, please stop!" 

At these words Sofia threw back her head and laughed, long and loud. She 
pulled the cords even tighter, and listened fondly to the screams and cries 
and whimpers of the beautiful young girl who was totally in her power. Then 
she secured the ends of the ropes, which she had been holding, to a hook 
that was conveniently set into the wall, and she walked over to the ass of 
her slave, and she started to spank these rounded globes with a flat leather 
paddle. 

"If you are not quieter I shall gag you, and I shall not let you play with 
yourself for me. Is that clear?" And Sofia smiled cruelly down at her slave. 
The girl bit her lip, and fell silent, though it was apparent, from the 
tense and pale look of her face, that she was still in bad pain. 

There were no sounds in the room now but those that were made by the 
slapping of Sofia's paddle on the ass of her slave. Sofia watched, her face 
a mask of sadism and lust, as the firm globes of flesh that quivered under 
her paddle turned redder and redder. Soon the butt that she was hitting was 
rosy and sore, and only then, when she knew that her slave had really felt 
the blows of her wrath, did she stop. 

Then she freed her slave, taking the clips off her nipples, and she told her 
to kneel and kiss the high, black, leather boots that her mistress was 
wearing. The slave licked busily and the mistress smiled, watching as supple 
hide turned shiny with spittle. The sound that the tongue of the slut made 
as she licked her boots sent thrills of lust and sadism up and down Sofia's 
back. She loved knowing that this girl was in her power, knowing that she 
would do anything for her mistress, all for the pain and the sexual thrills 
that she craved. 

Sofia smelled the hot sex of the girl, and knew that the slut longed to 
touch herself, to stroke the hot cunt that ached with desire between her 
legs. She savored the struggle that showed on the girl's face, and she knew 
that when she gave her slave permission to masturbate the girl would come 
very quickly. Yet she wanted to tease the cunt as long as possible, and so 
she did not do a thing, but just watched in silence as her boots were 
cleaned. 

"I don't know why I am so good to you, but I am going to fuck you in the 
cunt with the spike-heel of my shoe. Sit on the couch, and spread your legs. 
You must not touch yourself, but you must come just from the feel of the 
heel of my shoe in your cunt, and the rough touch of my sole on your clit." 

The slave was on the couch in a couple of seconds, and she raised her legs 
and spread them, and she waited for the heel of the shoe to slide into her 
wet pussy. Sofia gazed down at the young woman who was going to degrade 
herself, and licked her lips with anticipation. 

She saw that the young cunt's pussy was dripping and hot, and she knew that 
she would not need to grease the heel of her boot, which was five inches 
long. She pulled up a chair, and sat down, and raised her right foot, and 
slid the thin heel of her boot as deep as it would go into the steamy pussy 
of her slave. 

The girl gasped when she felt it go in, and her tits, so large and firm and 
ripe, seemed about to burst, for her nipples, which had seemed to be as 
swollen as they possibly could be, grew even larger. She moaned, deep in the 
back of her throat, and she started to move her hips, to make fucking 
motions, and she started to hump the heel of the boot that was inside her 
for all that she was worth. 

"Oh yes, oh mistress, that feels so good, and I am going to come. Just a 
little more. Oh my God!" And then the slave closed her eyes, and she started 
to roll her head from side to side, and she knew that she was going to be 
allowed to reach her climax. There had been times when her mistress had 
stopped just at the point that they were at now, and these times had been 
awful for her, worse, much worse, than the pain that she bore. For she liked 
the pain, but the frustration of being so close and yet not being granted 
the relief that she needed drove her crazy. 

Sofia, whose own cunt was hot and dripping, slid the heel of her boot faster 
and faster in and out of the wet cunt of her slave. She wanted to see the 
slut come, and she loved the feeling of power that she had from the bizarre 
act that she was committing. She heard the girl moaning, heard her breathing 
coming faster and faster, and then she bent the sole of her boot toward the 
clitoral area of the slave-girl, and she smiled at the reaction that she 
got. 

Almost as soon as her sole touched the clit of her slave the girl arched her 
hips off the couch, and bit her lips, and gasped, and then her first climax 
hit her, and she was into all of it, shaking and shuddering as if she were 
sick. Sofia kept up the pressure with her boot, and she knew that the slut 
had two or three more comes left in her, and so she kept up the game that 
she was playing. 

The girl, who was not bound in any way, fucked the boot that was inside her 
hot cunt with wild abandon, as if there were nothing in her life any more 
but the need for sex, for pleasure, hot pleasure that rushed through her 
veins, on and on, as if to never stop. She loved the way that she felt, and 
she knew that she would never leave her mistress, that she was born to 
serve, to lick boots and assholes, to serve as a seat when her mistress so 
desired, to receive the kiss of the whip on her buttocks and back and 
thighs. Finally, despite the continued movements of the black boot in her 
cunt, the slave had had enough, and slumped against the couch passively, 
knowing that she now only wanted to sleep. 

Sofia smiled at the slut who had served her so well, and she knew just how 
deliciously tired the girl was. But Sofia, whose own cunt was hot and ready, 
knew that she needed the relief of the tongue of her slave. So she pulled 
the girl by her long hair, drawing her wet lips to the pussy that waited. 

It was the middle of the night, the early morning, and George had still been 
unable to sleep. He was pacing his room, and all that he could think about 
was his mistress, was the woman who had given him so much pleasure when he 
had served as her slave. He was sober now, and he knew that he should'sleep, 
but he also knew that the only way that he was going to sleep would be to 
take a pill, and then he would be to tired when he had to go to work in the 
morning. So he made his decision, and, even though it was after two in the 
morning, he dressed, took the car, and started to drive to the city. He 
throbbed with lust as he drove, and he kept thinking of her, of the way that 
she smelled when she was excited, of her feet, of her legs, and of the dark 
mystery that lurked between her thighs. 

He drove fast, and simply hoped that there would be no cops along the way. 
In about forty minutes he saw the skyline of the city, and he knew that he 
was almost there. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Cliff sat with his good old friends in the same garage where they had met 
the night before, and drank beer as always. They could hardly believe the 
luck that they had had with the mousy cunt the night before, but when they 
had left her in the early morning she had said that they could not come over 
the following night, since she had things that she had to do. Though they 
were a little bit irritated, they also knew that they did not want to look a 
gift horse in the mouth. Or, as it were, in the belly-mouth, hairy and wet 
and tight. 

The orgy of the night before had gone on and on and on, and they knew that 
they had, as they liked to put it, "a real live one." So tonight as they 
drank they were calm, and not one of them bitched about how horny he was. In 
fact, though they did not like to admit it to each other, they were really 
drained from the activities of the night before, and all that they really 
wanted to do tonight was to have a couple of beers, and then catch some 
sleep. 

They were too tired to even talk, and they lolled around in a semi-stupor, 
and yawned and stretched like sated jungle cats. And they smelled almost as 
grubby as the lions in the zoo. Finally, at about four in the morning, their 
little group broke up, and Cliff went home, and snuck in the window as 
always. But just as he was going into his room, he saw that the car was 
gone, and when he looked in on the bedroom where his father should have been 
sleeping, he saw that his old man had gone out. 

He did not know what to make of all this, and he knew that he would have to 
find out what was going on, but at the moment all that he wanted to do was 
sleep, and soon he was snoring, dead to the world. But he resolved to get up 
in time to talk to Debby, to tell her that their father was doing something 
strange. Then he rolled over, and he was snoring in a matter of minutes. 

In the city George parked the car as near to the building where Sofia lived 
as he could, and then he pondered the problem of whether he should just 
announce himself to the doorman, or if he should call her first. He sat in 
his car and smoked a cigarette while he thought about the problem. 

In the apartment Sofia sat in her chair, and let her slave suck her. The 
mistress loved to be sucked for hours on end, and her slave was well into 
her second sixty minutes of service. The blond head of the slave girl bobbed 
between Sofia's thighs, which were wet with her juices, and with the spit of 
her slave. 

Sofia was coming regularly, and each time that she did she would clamp her 
thighs hard around the head of her slave, and sometimes the young slut felt 
as if she were going to choke, but then she would think that it was such a 
nice way to go. And, usually, just when she thought that she was going to 
black out from lack of air, her mistress would loosen her thighs to let her 
slave breathe. After all, a slave who was unconscious could not suck cunt. 

Sofia held a thin whip in her hand, and from time to time, in between 
orgasms, she would lash out at the back of her slave, who took the pain 
quietly, and simply sucked even more enthusiastically on her mistress' cunt 
when she felt the whip hit her back. 

The juice that was flowing from the cunt that the slave was sucking was hot 
and creamy, and the slave loved the taste of it, loved the way that it made 
her mouth all gluey, just like a cunt.From time to time she would raise her 
head, and she would look at the thick bush of black pubic hair that gleamed 
with wetness from the juices that dripped from the cunt that was buried in 
it, and she would feel the wetness in her own bush, and she would shiver 
with lust. But she knew that she was not allowed to masturbate without the 
permission of her mistress, and so she would, at these moments, just bury 
her head back in the cunt that she was sucking. 

Sofia wore only the high boots with which she had earlier pleasured her 
slave, and she rubbed a hand over her firm, ripe tits, loving the way that 
her own swollen nipples felt under her hands. She loved being in control, 
loved knowing that she could make this ripe young slut do anything that she 
wanted. It was the control that she craved, the knowledge that she could 
make another human being, male or female, her slave, someone who would 
satisfy all the evil impulses that lurked inside her. 

Sofia was opened wide now, and she-wanted something more than the tongue of 
her slave for her hot cunt. 

So she stood up, pushing her slave-girl away, and she went quickly to a 
cabinet, from which she took a large rubber dildo. She sat down again, and 
while her slave watched with longing in her eyes, Sofia shoved the huge 
artificial cock deep into her hot and smoking cunt. She knew that the slut 
wanted some part of the action, but she also knew that she, Sofia, would get 
a great deal of pleasure from the desire that the girl showed as she watched 
but could not touch. 

"Do you like to watch me as I work my hot cunt with this rubber dick?" 

"Yes mistress, watching you makes me hot and wet, and I want to touch you, 
but I know that I am not worthy of such and honor." 

Sofia smiled at her slave's comment, and then she lay back and really worked 
her cunt with the huge cock. She was so wet that she did not need any 
grease, and she got nearly a foot of the long, thick dick up inside her. She 
threw back her head, and her eyes rolled, and she knew that she was going to 
have some sort of sex all night, and that she would sleep only when she was 
so tired that she could barely move. 

The sounds that the huge cock made as it slid in and out of her hot cunt 
were loud in the room, and the air was filled with the musky odors of the 
two hot cunts of the slave and the mistress. The slave girl, whose tits were 
swollen and whose long hair was swaying from side to side as she writhed her 
hips on the floor, started to masturbate, and her mistress was so hot, so 
completely overwhelmed by the feel of the hard dick that was so deep inside 
her that she did not notice what her slave was doing. 

Down on a corner that was near the building where Sofia lived, George looked 
at his watch. It was four in the morning, and he did not want to risk 
calling her at this hour. He decided that he would find a coffee shop that 
was open, and that he would kill time until around seven, and that he would 
call her then, when at least it was a sort of reasonable hour. He knew that 
she had told him not to call her, and that her wrath could be terrible, but 
he was so far gone in his feelings for her that he did not care. 

He walked about fifteen blocks, and he finally found a small diner, where he 
sat with some papers that he had brought, drinking coffee. 

There was no one in the place except a drunk who was sleeping in a corner, 
and the counterman and the cook, who obviously knew the intoxicated man, and 
were allowing him to sleep it off. George tried to busy himself with the 
papers that he had spread out in front of him, and in fact they really were 
material that he had to get to at the office. 

"Big deal, huh?" said the man behind the counter, when George looked up 
after half an hour of staring at the documents in front of him. 

"Yeah," he said. "I've been up straight through, and if I can make it until 
tomorrow night without sleep, I just might get this thing through." 

The counterman nodded, and then George went back to his work, and sipped his 
coffee. He was thinking of Sofia, of her feet in their high-heeled sandals, 
and of the way that it felt to be held in her lap and spanked. His cock was 
hard as he thought about her, and he knew that he would have to make a very 
strong effort to control himself while he was in the diner. He thought about 
going to the bathroom and jerking off, but then he thought that that would 
be too risky, and so he went back to the papers that were in front of him. 

He kept looking at his watch, and when it got to be a little after six he 
ordered some breakfast. The place started to fill with a few people on their 
way to work, and finally at seven he left, and going to a phone that was 
near the diner, he called Sofia. 

She was still hot, and her slave-girl had left half an hour before, and she 
lolled around the couch, not masturbating but thinking that she needed some 
more sex before going to bed. When the phone rang she was surprised, but 
picked it up. 

"Hello, Mistress Sofia, this is George, and I know that I am not supposed to 
be calling you, but I worship you and I cannot exist unless I see you soon. 
I will do anything for you, as long as you allow me the pleasure of serving 
you." 

She was silent for a moment, and he shook a little as he thought of what she 
might say. "Well, I am glad to see that my little worm has learned how to 
talk to me. It so happens that you may come and serve me, but I warn you 
that I shall be demanding, and that you will not be able to go to work." 

He could hardly believe his luck, and he grabbed the first cab that he saw, 
and in a few minutes he was at the door of her apartment. 

She had taken a shower after he called, and dressed for him. She was fully 
dressed, in a skirt that came just above her knees, but was slit all the way 
up to her crotch on both sides, and a blouse of white silk, that was cut so 
low that it barely covered the nipples of her lush tits. The skirt was 
black, in contrast to the blouse that she wore with it. 

She was heavily made up, and she reeked of expensive perfume. She had left 
her legs bare, since she liked that, and she knew that her slave did, and 
her feet were bare too, except for the thin chain that was wrapped around 
each ankle. She wore no bra or panties. 

The feel of the fabric of the blouse against her bare tits made her hot, and 
she felt her cunt, which she had washed only so recently, starting to ooze 
again, and soon the room reeked not only of the perfume that she wore but 
also of her cunt. She picked up a short crop, and sat and waited for him. 

She let him in, and smiled at him when she saw that his cock was already 
bulging in the front of his pants, and that a small wet spot had formed at 
its very tip. 

"So, my little worm, I see that you are excited. Very well, you may take off 
your clothes, and then I will attire you as I wish." 

He was naked soon, and she looked at him hard, and she took a collar of 
black leather, studded with brass, and she secured it around his neck. To 
the collar she snapped a leash, and then she took a pair of handcuffs, and 
secured his hands behind his back. 

"Forehead on the floor, slave, and lick my feet. I want you to suck each one 
of my toes until I say that you can stop. And not a sound, do you hear me, 
not a sound, despite the punishments that I may, for my pleasure, inflict on 
you." 

He did as he was told, and for maybe a minute she simply watched him as he 
licked her toes, and she liked the feel of his wet tongue on her feet. She 
raised the sole of her right foot so that he could lick it, and for the 
moment she held the crop loosely at her side. 

Then, as he continued to lick her feet, she raised the instrument and struck 
his upturned ass. He quivered from the force of the blow, but, remembering 
what she had said, he did not cry out. 

She started to hit him steadily, with strokes of moderate force, and she 
smiled to herself as she watched his ass turning pink from the attention 
that she was giving it. He kept licking her toes, and she was impressed by 
the amount of pain that he had taken. She stopped hitting his ass, and she 
pulled him to his feet with the leash that was hooked to the collar that he 
wore. 

He stood before her, and his cock was still hard, despite the beating that 
she had given him, and a drop of jism gleamed like a pearl at its tip. She 
knew that he wanted to masturbate, but that his hands were cuffed behind his 
back, and she loved the feeling of power that this situation gave her. 

"Does my dirty boy want to touch his cock, and make his little worm come on 
his mistress' feet? If he is a good boy, and he does what his mistress 
wants, then he can do that, and if he licks it all up, then he can suck his 
mistress for a long, long time." 

George did not answer, but his hard cock gave a jump, as if it were 
answering her words. He waited for her instructions. She was silent, and she 
looked at him with a cruel glare, and he knew that she was going to make him 
bear more pain before she allowed him to come. 

She took the nipple-clips that she had used on her slave-girl and attached 
them to his chest. They hurt terribly, but he bit his lips and he managed to 
keep from crying out, and he waited to see what would happen next. His cock 
was still hard as a rock, and she was still fully dressed, and the air was 
filled with the smell of her wet cunt. She did not tie any ropes to the 
clips, and she stood and looked at him, and she marvelled that he had not 
yet begged for mercy. She was beginning to think that she had found a slave 
whom she could live with on a permanent basis. Of course, she would continue 
to punish the circle of slaves that she had collected, but she began, in a 
perversely sadistic way, to feel almost fond of George. 

She hit him across the belly with her crop, and still he was silent. 

She wanted to see him come on her feet, but first she wanted to tease him, 
so she told him to sit on the couch, and then she took a broom handle and 
tied his ankles to either end of it. 

She went to the record player, and she put on a slow and sexy beat, and she 
went to her bedroom, and she put on a pair of boots, that came up to just 
below her knees, and had very high heels. 

She started to dance to the music, grinding her hips, and she took off her 
blouse, and her nipples stood out like little pebbles on her tits. She 
rubbed them, and, one by one, she took each tit into her mouth, and sucked 
on it for a while. 

He watched her silently, breathing heavily, and she knew that he was in 
pain, from the clips on his nipples and his handcuffed hands and the binding 
of his ankles to the broom handle, but his cock was as hard as it ever had 
been, and he had not complained. 

She moved very close to him, and she told him that he must not move, and 
that she was going to touch him with her tits. He tensed when he felt the 
smooth, hot skin of her tits touching his face, and she rubbed her nipples 
all over his cheeks, and he felt them getting even harder while she did 
that. 

Then she backed away, still dressed from the waist up, and she danced a 
little more. But she was getting so hot that she knew that it was time that 
she released him. So she took off all the things that she had attached to 
him, except the collar, and she held out her right foot, and she placed it 
on the couch right beneath his hard cock. She did not speak, but just nodded 
at him, and his right hand flew to his cock, and she knew that he was going 
to come, and come hard, in just a matter of seconds. 

She was right, for in about thirty seconds he grunted, and then he shot a 
flood of semen all over the top of her foot. She smiled as he pumped himself 
onto her toes, and she let him finish, until he was spent and gasping. She 
saw with satisfaction that he was so aroused that his cock did not go down, 
and he started at once to lick his come off her foot. 

She liked watching him do that, liked the feel of his tongue on her foot, 
liked the total subservience that the role that he was playing implied. 

Finally he had cleaned her foot to her satisfaction, and then she knew that 
she needed some relief for the aching pressure that had built up in her 
loins. 

She looked at him hard, and she took off the skirt, so that now she wore 
only her boots, and she stood up on the couch so that her cunt was level 
with his face, and she shoved her hips forward, almost smothering him. 

"Suck me slave, and you must do it until I tell you to stop." 

She moved to make it easier for him to suck her cunt, and then, when his 
mouth was where she wanted it, she held his head tightly against her, and 
she only allowed him brief gasps of air while he sucked her. 

She was really hot, dripping and open, and the smell of her smoky cunt hit 
him like a wave of raw sex as he started to eat her out. She moved from time 
to time, and he got to know when she wanted her clit sucked, when she wanted 
him to lick the hole itself, and when she wanted his tongue on her asshole. 

Her clit was hard and throbbing, and it seemed to George that it was bigger 
than the first time that he had been with her, but, in any case, it was very 
hard and throbbed under his tongue. She was coming regularly as he sucked 
her, and he knew that she could go on like this for hours, and he settled in 
to provide her with the pleasure that she craved. 

He wanted to play with his cock again, but he knew that he had to wait until 
she said that he could, and so he locked his arms around her ass, and sucked 
as hard and as skillfully as he could. She began to writhe against his face 
as her climaxes came and went, and then she began to moan with the lust that 
was running through her veins like liquid fire. 

He was surprised to hear the sounds that she was making, for these were the 
first real indications that he had had that she liked what he was doing when 
he served her. Of course, she had always been obviously physically aroused, 
but up until now she had played the game of pretending that she did not get 
any pleasure from him. 

Sofia was so far gone in the lust that was pulsing through her hot cunt that 
she did not even realize that she was making the sounds that came from her 
mouth. Her eyes were half-closed, and it seemed as if she were shaking with 
a fever. 

He did not know what had made him so bold, but he found that he had slipped 
a finger up her asshole, which he found let it in easily. She stiffened for 
a moment when he slipped his digit in, and then she simply continued with 
the pleasure that she was taking from his tongue. It was now after nine in 
the morning, and he had given up all thoughts of going into work. 

Finally she pushed his head away, and she slumped down on a chair on the 
other side of the room, and she was almost asleep with the exhaustion that 
she felt. He looked at her, and then she managed to get up, and she took the 
collar off his neck, and she led him to the bathroom. 

It was huge, and she told him that he could take a shower, and that she was 
going to lock him in the bathroom while she took a nap. He asked her if he 
could call the office, and she let him do that, without even complaining. 

When she had shut the door, after telling him that she would be back after 
he had taken a shower, to tie his hands and feet loosely enough so that he 
would not be uncomfortable, but enough to keep him from playing with his 
cock, he went to the huge stall and turned on the water. She stuck her head 
in the door. 

"You may jerk off in the shower, slave," she said, and closed him in again. 

He came like a shot under the hot spray, and as soon as he turned the water 
off she came back in, still wearing nothing but her boots, and she tied his 
hands behind his back, and she sat him on the open toilet seat, and led 
ropes from his ankles to one of the towel racks on the wall. 

He heard her shut the door to her bedroom, and he heard her take off her 
shoes, and then she settled into bed, and soon he heard the soft sounds of 
her distant breathing. He settled back, and he was so tired that, despite 
being tied up like that, and being seated, he fell asleep also. 

She was out like a light, and it was the late morning, and still she slept, 
and George did too, and he hoped that they had believed him when he said 
that he was sick, or rather he dreamed about that as he slept on the John. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Back at the house, Debby and Cliff were both in the process of getting up. 
She was in the shower, and when he heard her come out, Cliff threw on a pair 
of old jeans and met his sister in the kitchen. 

She was dressed to go shopping, and he saw that she meant to run some 
errands before she went to work at the hospital later that afternoon. 

"Guess what?" he said. "I got in at four this morning, and Dad's car was 
gone, and I am almost sure that he has not been home since then." 

Debby looked at him in surprise. They were fairly close, and they had both 
grown irritated with their father, even long before the divorce. Not that 
they had loved their mother any more: they just never could stand their 
parents. 

"I wonder what the fuck the old fart is up to. I sure as hell hope he isn't 
screwing up at work. I'd hate to have to pay rent some place." 

"Well, I think that the old shit may actually be seeing a woman." 

Debby looked at him, and she smiled, and then she started to laugh, and soon 
Cliff was laughing too, and they chuckled for a few minutes, while the tears 
ran down their cheeks. Finally they managed to control themselves, and they 
looked at each other, and it was all that they could do to keep from 
bursting out laughing again. 

"I'll be totally damned," said Debby. "I don't know if it's good or bad. He 
might get off our backs if he is seeing someone, but on the other hand he 
might bring her back here to live, which would fuck things up even more. 
What do you think?" 

"I'm not sure, first of all, if he really does have anyone. Except I snooped 
around his bedroom a little before I went to sleep, and I found a note with 
a phone number and the initial "S" on it. That's all. But I've got this 
friend who works for the phone company, and I bet that I can find out who 
that number belongs to if I buy him a few drinks." 

"Sounds good," said Debby. "How's things otherwise?" 

"Well, the guys and I found this chick, kind of homely, but hot as hell, who 
likes to get gang-banged. She really liked it when we came all over her. 
She'll do anything, and I'm going over there tonight. How about you-what's 
up?" 

"I'm getting it on with this chick at work, this hot nurse. Oh, I don't mean 
that I've given up guys, but I found out the other night just how much a 
chick can turn me on, and I'm going shopping for some lingerie today, just 
for her, and the guy that she said she'd bring along after work tonight. 
Need anything along those lines? Perhaps a silken camisole for the hot 
homely come-freak?" 

"Listen babes, the day that I buy a broad a fucking piece of silk underwear 
is the day that I give up being a man. I don't give a fuck: she wants it, 
she can buy it herself. Long as she keeps sucking my dick I'm happy." 

"Got ya. Look, see what you can find out about Dad, huh?" And then she got 
up from the table, and she went to the old car that she drove, and she went 
off to buy some flimsy things in black. 

Cliff snooped around the bedroom some more, and he could not find a thing, 
though he looked everywhere. Then he snooped on the top shelf of the closet, 
and a pile of books and magazines fell down. Most of them were filled with 
pictures of beautful, haughty women punishing the odd slave. He could not 
believe it, but there it was: his father was into being submissive. He 
laughed to himself, and took a couple of the magazines, and thought of what 
Debby would say when she saw them. 

As he thought about it, the possibilities seemed endless. He could see 
himself going to the local paper. "Local prominent stock-broker found with 
cache of perverted materials." That would make a good headline, he thought, 
and he looked at page after page of female dominance. 

He found that he was getting a little aroused, but then he threw the 
magazines aside, and he took a shower, and headed for the garage to meet his 
friends, and then to go to the house of the hot cunt who liked come all over 
her body. 

As he walked over he felt his cock starting to throb, and he knew that he 
would get his rocks off a few times that night. Finally he got to his 
buddy's house, and after taking a long pull at his can of beer, said "Hey 
guess what? My old man looks like he is into S and M. I found a shitload of 
kinky magazines: you know, whips and chains, the whole bit." They burst out 
laughing, and drank some more. 

Back at her apartment Sofia stretched, and looked outside, and she smiled 
when she saw how late it was. And then she thought of her slave, who was 
still bound in the bathroom, and she smiled again, but this time the smile 
was cruelly sexual. 

She stood up. and she went to a mirror, and she ran her hands over her ripe 
breasts, and she felt her nipples stiffen. She licked her lips at her 
reflection, and she started to get hot just from looking at herself. 

Then she went to the other bathroom in the apartment, the one that did not 
hold a bound male slave, and she took a shower, and she luxuriated in the 
hot, pulsing spray. She washed her hair, and then she blow-dried it, and 
then she looked at the time, and she thought of Connie, and she wondered if 
she should call her. 

Connie was a dominant woman, like herself, and she was stunning. She was 
tall and slim, very tanned and blond, and her tits were on the large side, 
out of proportion to her frame. She loved the dominant role, and a couple of 
times in the past she and her friend had punished slaves together. Sofia 
picked up the phone. 

"Hi honey. It's Sofie. How's the old whip-hand? Still cracking? Good. 
Listen, I've got this slave here, who is getting to be well-trained, and I 
thought that I might do him the honor of letting you help me in his 
punishment. Great. See you soon." Sofia hung up, and set about dressing for 
the role that she was to play. 

She looked at her collection of shoes and boots. She favored black, of 
course, the classic color of dominant footgear, and there were also red and 
gold and silver shoes, with a few other ones of odd color. She felt like 
sandals, for she got hot when she put her bare feet into a pair of sandals 
with bizarrely high heels, and when she felt the tongue of a slave on her 
toes. 

She selected a pair in gold, and she slipped them on. She was now naked 
except for her shoes, and she could not resist going over to the mirror and 
looking at her reflection. She raised each foot slightly, and turned the 
ankle this way and that, and she loved the way that her feet looked, and she 
felt her cunt starting to get wet. She knew that she did not want to wear 
stockings, but she also knew that a few carefully selected pieces of 
clothing would be good. So she mused for a minute, as she tried to decide 
what to wear. 

She wanted the feel of leather against her cunt, and so she put on a pair of 
black leather panties, which were bordered with silver studs. As she put 
them on, and as she felt the sensual hide touch her already moist pussy, a 
shiver of lust ran through her, and she could hardly wait for Connie. 

She thought for a moment, and she put on a pair of long, black gloves, and 
put some rouge on her nipples, and as she rubbed the make-up into her tits, 
she got hotter than hell, and she knew that she was going to go for a long, 
long time once Connie arrived. She walked into the living room, and she was 
getting very itchy, and she was thinking of punishing her slave before her 
friend arrived, when the buzzer rang and the doorman announced her. His 
voice sounded thick, and he was breathing heavily, and Sofia smiled, for she 
knew that Connie usually had that sort of an effect on men. 

She breezed into the apartment, and she was stunning. She wore sandals that 
were very much like Sofia's, except that they were black, and she wore 
seamed black stockings with them, and a wine-red dress that came to just 
above her knees. 

The dress was low-cut, and her firm, lush breast were almost fully exposed, 
and they were pushed up so hiigh that you could have stood a candle on them 
by the up-lift that she wore, the bra that only supported the undersides of 
her tits. 

She wore several bracelets, and she smiled at her fellow mistress, saying, 
"Darling, I am feeling deliciously cruel and sexual today. Where is the 
worm? Let us get started!" Sofia smiled, and she led the way to the 
bathroom, where George was seated on the toilet, and he looked at them when 
they came in, and his cock sprang in a matter of seconds to full salute. 

"Why the piglet is excited!" cried Connie, and she gave George's cock a 
playful slap. It was just hard enough to hurt, and it excited him greatly. 

"I shall untie him, and then you may punish him first," said Sofia. Soon 
George was released, and he was allowed to stretch for a few minutes, and 
then Sofia took hold of his hair, and she pulled him painfully by it into 
the living room. 

"Now, slave, kneel on the floor, and serve my dear friend, Mistress Connie. 
You are to obey her just as you obey me." 

George nodded, and tried to speak, but he was all choked up with the desire 
that he felt, and so he simply gazed at the women whose slave he was. 

"What, worm!" said Connie, "you have not thanked me for doing you the honor 
of punishing you. And for that you shall have to be punished. Come here." 

She sat down on a near-by armchair, and she told him to lie in her lap, so 
that she could spank him. He lay down right away, and the feel of his hard 
cock rubbing against her warm thighs, which were covered with her black 
stockings and her red dress, made him feel as if he were in heaven. 

She started to spank him, and the feel of her open palm as it hit his ass 
made him hotter and hotter. She was giving him a hard spanking, but he liked 
the pain, for it made him, excited, and he did not even have to bite his 
lips to keep from crying out. She was impressed with the amount of pain that 
he had taken, and she hit him harder, and felt no change in the hardness of 
the dick that was pressed against her dress. Then she stopped, and she held 
him on her lap, and then he felt her parting the cheeks of his ass with her 
fingers. 

"Ah, my dear, do you have some oil?" And she smiled at Sofia, who was 
watching the two of them, mistress and slave, with a glazed look of lechery 
and lust. 

Sofia just nodded, and she smiled then, briefly, and she went to get some 
grease, and when she returned she saw that Connie had taken a large dildo 
out of her purse. 

She handed the grease to her friend, and then the slave felt the fingers of 
his mistress starting to oil his asshole. She slipped one, and then two, and 
finally three fingers inside the entrance to his rectum, and she worked his 
ass hard, and again she was amazed that he did not cry out. Then she took 
her hand out of his rear, and she gave him a couple of slaps on the cheeks 
of his buttocks, sort of as if she were being playful. And indeed, that 
expression that she wore was one of cruel, almost mischevious delight. 

Then she pushed the head of the large rubber cock against the entrance to 
his asshole, and she started to work it into him. He moaned a little, but he 
took it all the way up without a sound, and she was impressed, and she was 
getting hotter and hotter from the torture, so cruel and yet so sexy, that 
she was inflicting on her slave. 

"Stand up, slave, and reach behind you when you stand and keep the dildo 
just the way that it is inside your asshole." He stood in front of her, and 
just doing that, being naked before her with his asshole violated by the 
huge cock that she had shoved into it, made him feel as if he had reached a 
new level of sensuous delight. 

She looked at him, and then she said, in a low, sexy, yet cruel voice, 
"kneel in front of me, still holding the dildo in your asshole, and kiss my 
feet." 

He did as he was told, and with one hand on his ass, holding the dildo in 
place, began to lick her shoes. He loved the mixture of tastes and textures 
that hit him as he worshipped her feet. There was the smell of the black 
leather of her shoes, with its faint taste of polish. There was the feel of 
her stockings against his tongue, and he felt himself getting harder and 
harder as he served his mistress. 

And then there was the odor of her feet, which was faint but present, and 
which seemed to grow stronger as he licked them. She flexed her toes as he 
licked her feet, and her breath came faster, and he could smell that she was 
excited. 

"Would my slave like to touch my bare flesh?" Connie smiled at him. 

"Yes mistress, I would be honored to." George raised his head while he 
spoke, and then bent once more in front of her. 

She raised first one foot, and then the other, and she took off her shoes, 
and she rolled down her stockings, which were the kind that stayed on simply 
from a band of elastic at their tops. Then she put her shoes on again, over 
her bare feet, and she flexed her toes, which were painted a bright shade of 
red. 

He did not need to be told to start once again to worship them, and he 
licked the flesh that was exposed between the leather straps with real 
pleasure. 

The smell of her cunt was stronger now, and she moved her hips from side to 
side on the couch. The dildo was still jammed up his ass, and she loved 
that, loved knowing that he would degrade himself for her. 

She was getting hot, and she wanted to see him come for her, to watch him 
jerk himself off onto her toes and the straps of her sandals, and then to 
have him lick up the come. 

"Is my slave excited?" she said, and smiled at him. 

"Yes mistress, I am very hot." He bent once again to her feet. 

"Very well, you may remove the dildo from your asshole, and then you may 
come on my right foot. You have thirty seconds." 

She looked at the watch that she wore, and he slipped the rubber dick out of 
his ass and his right hand flew to his cock and he started to play with 
himself, and he came in about half the time that she had given him. 

His eyes were open, and he aimed his swollen cock right at her foot, and he 
rubbed it against the flesh of her toes and the top of her foot as he came. 
There was a lot of semen, and he came hard, and he felt very good when it 
was over, despite the pain that he still felt in his asshole and his 
buttocks. 

He bent to her feet, and he began to lick up his come, and he choked and 
gasped a couple of times and then he had cleaned her feet. His cock showed 
no signs of going down, and he stayed bent before her feet, and he continued 
to clean them. 

"I see that your slave is well-trained indeed, Sofie, and I think that I am 
going to let him suck my tits." 

Connie stood, and she took off her dress, and suddenly she was naked, and 
she was wearing only the sandals that excited her slave so much. But before 
she let George suck her tits, she looked at Sofia, who was still dressed in 
the costume that she had put on for the occasion, and when the eyes of the 
two women met, they knew that their slave could wait for a moment. 

They tied him up loosely, and they left him in the living room, and then 
they went to the bedroom, but they left the door open, so that he could hear 
the sounds of their passion. 

"Oh baby, suck my wet cunt, and do it hard!" With those words Connie lay 
back and she raised her legs, and she spread the lips of her wet, pink cunt, 
and she pulled back the skin from around her clit, which stood up strong and 
throbbing with the lust that ran through her loins. Before Sofia could even 
bend her head to the steaming pussy that she was being offered, Connie had 
started to touch herself, and she was about to come. 

"Hit my ass, baby, hit me while I jerk-off," said Connie to her friend. 

Sofia smiled, and though she herself was burning up with desire, and though 
she longed to obtain some of the relief that her friend was getting for 
herself, she also loved to spank, and so she started to hit Connie's ass. 

For Connie was both dominant and submissive, and she liked to be punished 
from time to time, but never by a person, male or female, who had once been 
her slave. But Sofia, dominant as she was, had never fallen into that 
category. 

Sofia hit her friend lightly, and Connie moaned, and her head thrashed about 
from side to side against the bed, and she knew that she was ready to come. 
She was working her clit very hard, and it was obvious that she was 
inflicting some pain upon the sensitive little organ that was the seat of 
her pleasure, but it was also clear that she liked the pain that she was 
making herself feel. 

"Hit me harder, baby, lay into my ass." 

And after Connie said these words her friend was glad to oblige her, and 
soon the room was filled with the loud smacking sounds of open palm on 
ass-flesh. 

"Yes, that's so good, and I'm getting there, yes I am-oh baby, hit me, 
that's it, it feels so good, of course it does, oh shit, I'm gonna do it!" 

And then, as Sofia continued to hit the ass of her friend, Connie's hips 
arched up off the bed, and she kept her clit under her busy fingers, and she 
started to come. 

The first wave of pleasure ripped through her like a buzz saw through soft 
pine, and she grunted and moaned with the effort of coming. On and on went 
her pleasure, and Sofia kept hitting her friend for as long as she came. 

Sofia was impressed with the length of her friend's orgasm, and she herself 
was hot and ready to go. But when Connie's spasms had died away, the blond 
hot bitch fell asleep, and started to breathe deeply, and to snore. 

Sofia looked down at her friend, and she wondered if she would have to 
masturbate. Then she thought of George, and she thought that she would use 
him in some way or other. But, though she was so hot, she realized that she 
had not eaten since she had gotten up, and so she decided that she would 
eat, and leave their slave until later. 

George, who was still bound in the living room, had been very excited by the 
punishment that he had been given, and had been even more a roused by the 
sounds that he had heard coming from the open door of the bedroom. 

He longed for his mistress, or her friend, to come back, but then he heard 
Connie snoring, and he heard Sofia go into the kitchen, and he knew that he 
would have to wait. 

Though he was aroused, his mind began to drift, and he started to think once 
again about his work. The results of the investigation into the stock that 
he had helped to issue and that had risen way too fast were due any day now, 
and he was worried about what might come out. His worry was made all the 
more painful by the fact that he had not done anything, that he knew of, 
that was in the slightest way illegal. But he was beginning to suspect, as 
he conducted his own personal investigation into the situation, that 
something was very much amiss, and that it would look, at least at first, as 
if he had been involved in the scheme. 

First, from really studying the books of the corporation invovled, he 
realized that the accounting had been just within the law. They had taken 
the shortest possible depreciation times on everything that they could, for 
example, and so they had been able to write off huge, artifically inflated 
deductions against taxes, and so their earnings had seemed much higher than 
they actually were. 

There were many other things that were just inside the law, and he knew now 
that they had done everything that they could to make their stock look 
attractive. 

But everything that had to do with the books, though sleazy, was legal, and 
it was not the shady accounting that bothered him, at least not when 
considered alone. The problem was that it looked as if several large 
investors, who had available the kind of cash that is usually associated 
only with large institutions, such as banks and insurance companies, had 
been used to buy at carefully selected times, and this to run the price up 
artificially. If he went back, and looked only at the sale of large blocks, 
those over one thousand shares, he came across a pattern, that involved five 
or six investors, and millions of dollars. 

The stock had been offered at fifteen, and in three months it was selling at 
sixty, and he knew that it was fishy now. 

The problem was that he had gotten involved in the issue at a time when he 
had been doing so many other things that he had simply treated the stock as 
a routine matter. It was only when the price rose so fast that he had 
started to really think hard about the situation, but by then it had been 
too late to do anything but watch the trouble growing. 

But as he thought about these thiings he looked down at himself, at the 
ropes that bound him, and at his hard cock, and he thought of his mistress, 
and when he did that it was as if all of his worries had gone, and all that 
he thought about was the pleasure that he found in submission. 

It was such a contrast to his life, the role that he played. He could take 
orders, instead of giving them, and all his choices were made for him, and 
he did not care anymore about his career, at least not when he was in the 
world of female domination that he spent more and more time inhabiting. 

He felt his cock throbbing with lust, and he started to long for his 
mistress, for just the pain of her whip, for anything that would give him 
some sensation. But he listened, and he heard her drinking coffee in the 
kitchen, and he heard Connie snoring, and though he knew that he would be 
punished sooner or later he did not know when, and that fact made him worry. 
So then he tried to sleep, but he couldn't do that, and finally he just 
stared down at his hard cock, and waited. 

As Sofia drank her coffee she was aware, very aware, of the desire that 
pulsed in her groin, but for her there was a pleasure in waiting, and so she 
was in no hurry to begin the punishment of her slave. She liked feeling the 
way that she did, wet and hot, without doing anything about it right away. 
She knew that George would be longing for her, and that made the delay that 
she was imposing on him all the more pleasurable for her. Though she could 
hardly think about it, she was beginning to like him, for he served her 
well, and she was starting to want to have him on a regular, and maybe even 
a permanent, basis. 

He waited in the living room, and his cock was really aching now, aching for 
her touch, the sting of her whip, the smell of her feet, the taste of her 
asshole, and the juice that dripped from her wet cunt. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Cliff and his friends were in a bar where they sometimes went, and they were 
not getting their rocks off with the hot cunt who had loved the feel of 
their come on her flesh. She had not been home, and they somehow knew that 
their chances of repeating that evening were slim. 

"Fuck, that goddamn little twat should get her ass whipped for treating us 
like that. I think that when we see her at school we had better take her 
down to the locker room and fuck her until she drops." 

"Hell Cliff," said one of his buddies, "forget it. We had our fun, and 
besides it ain't worth thinking about it. She would have been a real pain in 
the ass if she wanted us all the time, and shit, there's lots of cunt 
around." 

"I guess so," said Cliff, and he took a long pull at the bottle of beer that 
he was drinking. Then the group fell silent, and they looked around the bar, 
to see if there were any women who looked as if they might want to be picked 
up. 

There were hardly any women in the place, and those that were there were 
with guys, or were so drunk and so awful-looking that even these sleazy 
cunt-hounds would not consider . them. 

Then Cliff snapped his fingers, and he started to talk again about the 
magazines that he had found in his father's closet. The guys he was with, 
who, like him were quite drunk, were cracking up as they thought about 
Cliffs old man bending to kiss the foot of a mistress. 

Then they decided to call it a night, since they were all tired, and Cliff 
got home around one. He was surprised that his father was not home, but 
after what he had found out it did not shock him the way his old man's 
initial absence had. He knew that Debby would not be home, and he wondered 
about what she was doing with the hot bi chick she had met, and who had 
introduced her to the delights that one woman can give to another. He got 
hot as he thought about that, and he started to think about his sister. 

But, though somewhere deep in his mind he lusted after her, he was too 
afraid of what he felt for her to let his thoughts dwell on her when he was 
sexually aroused, so he started thinking about women he knew, and he got 
hot, but he knew that he was so drunk that it would take him a long time to 
come, and so he did not bother to jerk off, but instead went to bed, after 
making himself a note to call his friend with the phone company the next 
day. 

At her apartment, Sofia finished her coffee, and she was so hot, now that 
she had eaten,, that she could not help slipping a hand down inside the 
leather of her panties, and running a hand over her wet cunt. 

She shivered with lust when she did that, and she knew that she would let 
her slave suck her cunt, and she knew that she might even fuck him, because 
she was so hot that she had to have a cock. She wondered if she should wake 
Connie, and she looked into the bedroom, but when she saw that her friend 
was still sound asleep she decided to leave her, and she went to her slave. 

Her eyes fell to his erect cock, and she could not help taking it in her 
hands, and giving herself the pleasure of pulling on it hard enough to hurt, 
and so as to cause him to feel pleasure. He looked at her, and the force of 
his passion made him strain against his bonds. He wondered what she would do 
to him. 

She untied him. "All right slave, you are going to suck me for a long time, 
and though I will allow you to breathe, for a short time when you must, 
other than for air you must not stop until I say that you can. I want your 
tongue all over my asshole and my cunt, and no matter what I do to you while 
you suck me you must not stop what you are doing." 

Then, picking up a leather paddle, she setttled down on the couch, and she 
took off her panties, keeping on her shoes, and she raised her legs, drawing 
her knees up to her chest, and she waited to feel his tongue on her twat. 

She shivered when she felt the warm, pink flap of flesh flick out from his 
mouth and slurp its way across her soaking cunt. At first he buried his head 
in her hole, and he licked the juices that flowed so freely from her. 

Though she held the paddle in her hand, she used her free hand to touch her 
clit, and when he saw her doing that he knew that she wanted his tongue 
there, and so he took her hard clitoris into his mouth. 

He sucked hard on the clit and on the folds of skin that surrounded it, 
drawing the soft package of flesh with its hard center into his mouth and 
rolling it around. She loved it, and her hips worked so hard against the 
couch on which she sat that he had trouble keeping on target. But he kept 
his head in position, and she reached her first orgasm. 

As she came her cunt contracted hard, and he kept her clit in his mouth, but 
as she came he shoved two fingers into her cunt, so that when her muscles 
squeezed they would squeeze against something. He liked to feel the walls of 
her pussy clamping on his hand. 

As he sucked her cunt she came three more times, and when he looked up as he 
caught a breath, he saw that her tits were swollen more than he had ever 
seen them, and that a deep flush had spread over her body. She smelled very 
strong, sort of musky and rich, and he wanted to do something about his hard 
and aching cock, but she had not said that he could, and he wanted to obey 
her in every way that he could. 

He bent his head to her crotch again, as he realized that he had not been 
sucking her, and that she might be angry with him for the break that he had 
taken. But she was so far gone in the lust that was running through her 
blood and heating up her loins that she had not noticed his failure, brief 
as it was. 

He licked her asshole for a while, and he loved the way that its taste made 
a gamy contrast to the thick juices that flowed from her snatch. She liked 
the feel of his tongue on her asshole, for she had always thought that the 
rimmer, as it were, is wonderfully subservient to the rimmee. She reached 
down and pushed his head with her hands, so that her asshole was jammed hard 
against his face, and she worked her hips, and she was high with the control 
that she was exerting over him. 

Then she felt the need for more attention for her hot cunt, and she shifted 
her hips, so that he would know what she wanted. He started once again to 
suck her pussy, and she was hot and wetter than ever. 

She was wide open, and this time he got three fingers inside her, and he 
worked them around and around, and she threw back her head and moaned. She 
made sounds that were primitive, that were beyond words, that were 
incredibly erotic and made the :ache in his loins grow even stronger. 

Once again he started to suck her hard clit, and he felt it throbbing hard 
underneath his tongue, and she was thrashing about now, working her hips 
from side to side, and she moaned like the bitch in heat that she was. 

He felt her hands on the back of his head, and she was holding him to her, 
and he felt as if he wanted just to crawl up into the wet cunt that he was 
licking, and return to her womb. And she was so wide-open now that he 
thought that he might be able almost to do just that, for he had added a 
fourth finger to the three that were already working around in her hot cunt. 
She was lost to the world now, and she did not even think of him as a slave 
any more, though indeed he was serving her. 

All that she cared about was the sensations that ran through her, along her 
frazzled nerves, and made her feel as if she were losing herself in a world 
of pleasure. She only noticed him when he stopped for breath, for it was 
only the absence of the attention that was being paid to her wet cunt that 
caused her to emerge, ever so slightly, from the paradise of lust in which 
she was. 

Her smell filled the air, filled the nostrils of her slave, and he was drunk 
with her aroma, and he wanted to smell it forever, and he knew that he would 
not wash his hands when he left, but that he would sniff his fingers for as 
long as her scent lingered on them. Finally, after an orgasm that 
practically wrenched her spine with its force, she pushed his head away, and 
she stood up, wearing only her sandals. 

She stood tall, and her ripe tits were still hard, and he knew that she 
could go on for a long time more, and he felt as if he were capable of 
serving her for as long as she wanted him to. She did not say a thing for a 
while, and he did not know what to do, so he just gazed at her feet, in what 
he thought was a properly subservient way. She wiggled her toes when she saw 
him looking at them, and she rubbed her cunt from time to time, and when she 
did that her breath hissed out from between her clenched teeth. 

"Do you want to fuck me, slave? Do you want to put your hard cock into my 
wet cunt, and fuck me for a long time. First I am going to have you jerk 
off, and then when you are hard enough you can fuck me, but you must not 
come inside me until I say that you can, and if you come too soon I shall 
spank you hard, and then you will have to get it hard again, and fuck me 
until I tell you to stop." 

Then she sat down on the edge of the couch, and she raised her legs as if 
she wanted him to suck her again, but then she told him that she wanted him 
to come on the cheeks of her ass. 

He moved into position, and she told him to start, and she looked at his 
hand as it flew along his shaft, and she listened to the sounds that it 
made, and she could hardly refrain from touching her clit as she watched 
him. 

"Is the hot slave going to come on his mistress' cunt? Is he going to shoot 
on her creamy, ripe ass? Where is he going to come?" 

He was going to say something, but only a low groan came from him as he 
worked his cock, and he felt almost ready to come, and his hand flew faster 
and faster, and then he tensed, and he held his breath, and he shot a large 
wad of hot sticky come all over her right buttock. She moved so that she was 
pushing her cheek hard against his spurting cock, and he loved the feel of 
her ass-flesh against the swollen purple head of his cock. 

When he had finished he thought that she was going to make him lick the 
semen off her ass, but instead she just smeared it into her skin, and then 
she made him lick the hand that she had used to do that. His cock drooped a 
little, and she wanted to fuck, so she gave him one of her tits to suck, and 
told him to hump against her belly until he got hard enough to fuck her. 

He closed his mouth around her swollen nipple, and he pressed his body 
against her, and, now that he was touching her like this after all that he 
had been through at her hands he felt much more excited than if he had held 
her in this way when they had first met. Her nipples, which had gotten a 
little bit less stiff, soon returned to their full state of hardness, and 
she was hot, and she wanted to fuck. 

By this time he was hard enough, and he knew from the way that she moved and 
from the sounds that she was making that she wanted him to fuck her. So he 
started to raise his body, and was about to let her guide his cock inside 
her, when she pushed him away, and told him to lie on the floor. 

He did so, and she squatted over his cock, and she took it in her hands, and 
she settled down on it, and she gave a sort of huff of pleasure as she slid 
it into herself. He was big, but she was wide open, and she sat down on it 
until her pubic hair touched his, and she sat like that for a few seconds, 
savoring the feeling of the dick that was inside her. 

She leaned forward, and she planted her hands on either side of his 
shoulders, and she started to hump. As she did so she bent her head to his 
chest, and she took little nips at his flesh, just hard enough to let him 
know that she was still his mistress. She rode him slowly, for she wanted to 
draw the whole thing out as long as she could, and she loved the feel of the 
hard cock that was buried so deeply inside her. 

He reached up a hand and found her clit, which was as swollen as it had ever 
been, and when he touched it she gasped, and she shook, and another orgasm 
ripped through her. She leaned back again, so that she was no longer bent 
over his chest, and she rubbed her nipples with one of his hands, and she 
played with her hard clit with the other, and she started to come almost 
continuously, her tall, lush body shaking passionately with the pleasure 
that ripped through her. 

She reached behind her, with the hand that she had been using to play with 
her tits, and she squeezed his balls, and he liked that, and he started to 
thrust up into her, having until this moment been passive, letting her fuck 
him. 

He wondered, for a minute, if she would mind him taking so active a role, 
but she did not say anything, but simply matched the rhythm with which he 
was thrusting up inside her. She was gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, 
and her cunt was riper and more odoriferous than ever, and her smells 
mingled with the smell of the semen that he had spilled on her ass. 

As if she were remembering her role as his mistress, she squeezed his balls 
harder, as if she were trying more to hurt him than to give him pleasure. He 
tensed as her nails dug into the soft skin of his scrotum, and then she 
really hurt him, and he could hardly keep from crying out. For, though he 
had tolerated a great deal of pain at her hands, he had never felt her 
torture his balls, and the pain that he now was feeling was worse, to him, 
than anything that he had ever felt before. 

She looked down at his face, and despite the pleasure that she was getting 
from riding up and down on his hard cock, she got even more satisfaction 
from the silent agony that crossed his face as she tortured his balls. 

She slipped a finger into his asshole, and she played even harder with his 
balls, and she laughed to herself as she felt his cock getting harder, not 
softer, from the punishment that she was inflicting on him. He was getting 
close to coming, she knew, and she wanted him to come while she hurt him. 
For that, for her, would be the ultimate test of her power, for her slave to 
reach orgasm from the pain that she gave him, the pain that she dealt out 
with exquisitely measured cruelty. 

He arched his hips higher and higher off the floor on which they were 
fucking, and it was as much from the pain that she was giving to him as from 
the pleasure that he felt as her hot cunt slid up and down along the thick, 
hard shaft of his cock. He was grunting now, moaning a little, and she knew 
both how much he hurt, and also that he was soon going to come hard, 
shooting another load of cream deep into her hot cunt. 

"Is my little slave going to shoot while his mistress tortures his balls? 
Does he liked it when she does that? He is a real slave, isn't he, and he 
likes that, he likes to feel the pain that his mistress gives him." 

Then she fell silent, and she watched his face, for she liked to watch men's 
faces when they came. He was gasping for breath, and she felt him starting 
to fuck at such a rate that she knew he would either come, or fall back 
exhausted. 

He tensed, and he held his breath, and he pushed his cock as hard as he 
could up into her hot cunt, and she felt him buck and heave, and then the 
first burst of his jism poured, or rather shot, into her wet cunt. She rode 
him until he was through, and while he came she continued to play with his 
balls. 

She got up off him, and she told him to shower, and then that they would 
talk before he left. She stood, naked except for her sandals, and she smiled 
as he walked, tired and spent, to the bathroom where he had only so recently 
been her prisoner. 

She sat down, and relaxed. She was satisfied, at least for the next few 
hours, and she knew that she would be too tired for Connie, who was sure to 
wake up hot and ready to go. But she was not really thinking about Connie. 
Rather, she was thinking about George. 

Of course, there was not a doubt in her mind that if they were to become 
involved to any real degree that she would continue in her dominant role, 
but she knew, all too well, that in a certain sense she need a slave as much 
as a slave needed her. For without the willing flesh to hit, without the ass 
that turned pink from the blows that she gave it, her life would be poorer. 

She was linked to her slaves, and she had found one whom she felt that she 
would like to keep around for a while. She heard the shower stop, and she 
waited for him to emerge from the bathroom. He came out naked, drying 
himself, and he looked at her, and she smiled, and patted the couch next to 
her. 

"Sit down, George," she said to him, in a voice that was very different from 
the one that she had used when she had talked to him in the past. He 
wondered what was up, and he did not know how to account for her change in 
attitude. 

"You know that a mistress and her slaves are linked together by a tie that 
is stronger than the rope that she ties them up with. For I need my slaves 
as much as they need me. And, when I am not playing the dominant role, which 
gets boring if I never drop it, I like to be with you. Of course, should we 
become heavily involved, I would still play a dominant role in essentially 
all of our sex, but we could be a normal couple as far as the rest of the 
world is concerned." 

He could hardly believe what he was hearing. She seemed to hold out to him a 
life that he had never even imagined he could have. To be with her, to serve 
her when she wanted him to, and not to have to sneak to her apartment in the 
middle of the night, begging to be let in: that would be heaven. 

He licked his lips, trying to think of what to say. He did not want to be 
too eager, too sure of himself, since, after all, she was his mistress, and 
he did not want to displease her. Finally he started to speak, in a soft 
voice, his lips trembling slightly. 

"I would be honored to enter in to a relationship with you-may I call you 
Sofia-and anything that you desire within that relationship, anything that 
it is in my power to do for you, that I will do. I would love to live with 
you, outwardly completely normal, but inwardly knowing that it was my duty 
to bend and kiss your feet, to do anything that you wish me to do." 

She smiled at him, and for a moment she seemed almost tender, almost 
girlish, as if he had just asked for her hand in marriage. But then her face 
hardened a bit, and she seemed more like the mistress that he knew so well. 

"Well, we shall certainly give it a try, and I think that I will want to see 
a great deal of you. Call me tomorrow, and we'll see what we'll do." 

He nodded, and, sensing that he was through serving her for the time being, 
he rose and made his way down to his car, and after removing a ticket from 
the windshield, he started to drive home. 

When he arrived Cliff was sleeping, and he turned in, and made himself a 
note to call the office, and to tell them that he was down with a virus, and 
that the doctor had said that he would be out of commission for a few days. 
He knew that they would take his word for it, and so he did not worry that 
he would be found out. He was worried, however, that, given the mess with 
the stock that was under investigation, they might think that he was guilty 
of something. But he was so obsessed with Sofia that he was willing to run 
that risk. 

He awoke early, and, making sure to cough and wheeze while he talked, he 
called his secretary, and told her that he was sick. She seemed to believe 
him, and she said that something had been going around, and she asked if 
there was anything that she could do. For, though he did not realize it, he 
was considered quite a catch around the office, now that he was divorced. 
After finishing the call, he took a long shower, and sat down to read the 
paper in his robe. He put a thermometer beside him, and knew that he would 
tell Cliff that he was sick. They would all think that he was sick! He was 
no fool! 

He knew that he could pull it off. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Nancy was just waking up, and she looked over at Debby's sleeping body, and 
that of the man, her lover Chuck, who snored between the two women, and she 
smiled as she thought of the night that had passed, the night that had been 
so filled with delights. 

Debby stirred, and then her eyes opened, and she smiled at the older nurse 
who had introduced her to the delights of being bi. The two women looked at 
each other, and they both felt their cunts starting to get wet, and I they 
knew that it would be a while before they dressed, and went about their 
business. 

"Baby, have you ever punished a slave?" said Nancy, and she smiled, with a 
look that was full of lust, and her new friend understood that Nancy liked 
to be submissive. Debby was silent for a few moments, and a host of 
different thoughts rushed through her mind. 

Though she had never fooled around with such things, she had had fantasies 
of being dominant, and she was almost afraid to think about how turned on 
she got when she thought about such things. 

"No, I never have been dominant, but I think I know what to do, and I think 
that I would like that." 

"Put on those heels of yours, and look in that drawer, where you will find 
some things." 

Debby rose, and slipped her bare feet into the sandals that she had brought 
with her the night before. She felt sexy in her shoes, and her cunt got 
hotter and hotter. She opened the drawer that Nancy had indicated, and she 
saw a collection of whips and paddles and other devices. She picked up a 
crop, and stood and looked down at the other woman, whose eyes were fixed on 
her feet. 

Her face hardened, and she and her friend both knew that they were about to 
begin an exciting game. "On your knees, slut, and lick my feet." 

Nancy was down on the floor quickly, and her wet tongue slipped out of her 
mouth, and she began to lick the leather of Debby's sandals, and from time 
to time she licked the flesh that her mistress' shoes left exposed. 

Debby looked down at her slave, and she felt as hot, if not hotter, than she 
had ever been. She stood quietly for a while, and she savored the feeling of 
power that she had, and she knew that she was cruel at heart, and that she 
had at last found the role that was closest to her true sexual nature. 

She kicked Nancy's face aside, and the other nurse gasped, and she groveled 
on the floor. She turned away from Debby, and she buried her face in the 
rug, and she raised her ass, and she waited. 

"Does my little slave want to be punished? I see that she is waiting to feel 
my crop on her ass. Very well she shall be whipped, but she is not to cry 
out, and she is to thank her mistress after each stroke." 

Debby raised her arm, and the first blow fell on the waiting ass of the 
slave. Debby felt a thrill run through her as a harsh pink line sprang up on 
the creamy flesh of the ass that she had just hit, and she loved the low, 
passionate voice in which her slave thanked her for the stroke of the crop. 

She started to hit her slave steadily, and the sounds that she was making 
with her whip caused Chuck to wake up, and he looked at what was going on, 
and he felt that his cock would burst from the powerful erection that he 
had. 

Debby looked at him, and she knew that he would have to be her slave too. 
She smiled cruelly at him, and while she did so the crop continued to rise 
and fall, making a pattern of thin red lines on the ass and on the back of 
the older nurse. 

"Does Chuckie like to see his girl being punished? But I have not given him 
permission to watch. He will have to bend, as she is doing, and she will 
have to let her boy-friend be punished to." 

Nancy raised her head when she heard these words, and she panted with lust. 

Chuck got down on the floor, and moved so that his raised ass was next to 
that of Nancy, and soon Debby thought that she had never done anything as 
erotic as whipping the two asses that were presented to her. Soon both of 
her slaves were whimpering with pain, and the sounds that they made just 
inflamed Debby's lusts even more, and she hit them harder and harder. 

Finally she stopped, and she ordered them to stand up. She could see that 
Nancy's nipples were hard, and she could smell that the cunt of the woman 
she had just punished was wet, and she also saw that the cock of her male 
slave was hard, and smiled at the drop of juice that gleamed like a pearl at 
its tip. 

"Alright. I want Chuck to lick my shoes." 

He started to do so, and Debby motioned Nancy aside, knowing that for the 
older nurse the absence of punishment was a cruelty in itself. She stood 
motionless, and she felt swept away with the sadistic lusts that filled her 
as she watched the tongue of this strong man licking her pretty toes. 

She flexed her toes under his tongue, and he moaned in the back of his 
throat when she did that, and she knew that he was very excited. She moved 
her other foot so that he could lick it, and soon both of her shoes were 
shiny with the spittle of her male slave. She wondered what to do next, and 
then she remembered reading about how a male slave often jerked off onto his 
mistress' shoe, and that then he was made to lick up the semen that he had 
shot. 

"Does my little worm want to play with his cock, does he want to come all 
over the shoes that he is licking? Answer me!" And after saying these words, 
she raised the crop, as if to bring it down on her slave with a hard blow. 

"Yes, I want to jerk my cock off onto your shoes, mistress," said Chuck, and 
he waited for her to tell him to begin. 

She nodded, and pointed at her right foot, and his hand flew to his dick, 
and he began to play with himself, and in a matter of a few seconds he 
groaned, and he shot all over her shoe. He lay at her feet, spent and 
gasping. 

"Lick it up, you scum," she said in a flat voice, and he started to clean 
her shoes from the seed that he had spilled on her. 

She loved the degradation that she had imposed on him, and the feel of the 
sticky sperm on her foot, combined with its smell and the sight of his 
tongue licking it up made her hot. She waited until he had cleaned her shoe, 
and then she sat down on the bed, and she took off both of her shoes. 

She told her slaves to kneel with their asses high in the air, and she went 
to get some jelly, and she smeared it on the heels of both of her shoes, and 
she worked them, one by one, into the assholes of her two slaves. 

She smiled as she saw the cock of her male slave starting to stiffen when 
she had worked the heel all the way into his asshole, and she could smell 
Nancy's hot cunt, and she knew that both of them were totally in her power. 
And her own cunt was hot, and she knew that they were going to spend a long 
time sucking her off. 

Then she got some tape, and she used it to holds the two pieces of footwear 
in their places, and she smiled to see the sight of two people kneeling 
before her with her shoes firmly in their assholes. She raised the crop 
again, and she whipped her slaves for a little while longer, and she loved 
the way that their bodies shook from the force of the blows that she rained 
down on them. 

She told them to roll over, and she looked down at the breasts of her female 
slave, at the nipples that were so swollen, so tender, so full of lust. She 
reached down and she tweaked them hard, and Nancy winced, and she bit her 
lips to keep from crying out with the pain that shot through her from the 
torture that had just been inflicted on her nipples. She grunted again as 
Debby started to really hurt her tits, and soon her creamy breasts were 
covered with red marks. She smelled very strong now, and Debby knew that her 
slave longed for some relief from the aching in her loins. 

"Does the slut want to touch herself, to make herself come?" 

"Yes mistress, I want to come, I want to make myself feel good, and I am hot 
from what you are doing to me." Nancy looked up at her mistress, and their 
were tears of pain in her eyes, and yet also there was an expression of 
desire on her face that was so strong, so full of longing, that it sent 
shivers down Debby's spine as she watched. 

She looked down at her slaves like that for a long time, and she knew that 
just looking at them like that, just making them wait to serve her, was in 
itself a kind of erotic cruelty. 

"If you want to masturbate, you will have to take a dildo up your ass, and 
then you will have to lick it clean, and after that I will put clips on your 
nipples, and then you can come." Debby looked at Nancy. 

Nancy just nodded, again and again, and she started to move a hand to her 
wet, hot cunt, but when she saw that her mistress was raising the crop 
again, to stop her slave from touching herself, she stopped. 

Nancy was told to sit on the edge of the bed, and to raise her knees so that 
they were touching her chest, and then she gasped when she saw that Debby 
had found the biggest dildo that she owned, the one that she could hardly 
get into her cunt, let alone her ass. 

Debby greased it, and then she took out the shoe that was still taped in the 
asshole of her slave. She worked two fingers in and out of her slave's ass, 
and she knew that she was open enough to take the rubber cock, but that it 
would be a tight fit, and that it would hurt. 

But that was what she wanted, and she smiled as she put the head of the 
dildo against the wrinkled, brown entrance to the asshole that she was about 
to violate. 

Nancy shut her eyes when she felt the head of the object touch her asshole, 
and then she moaned as she felt her mistress pushing it, so that it started 
to go in. Soon the first inch of the foot-long dildo was inside her ass, and 
it was so thick that she thought she was going to split apart. She hurt, she 
hurt very badly, but she knew that if she cried out, and screamed, and made 
a fuss, things would only get worse for her, and besides, she had not 
forgotten that she was to be allowed to play with her cunt after she had 
served her mistress. 

Slowly, oh so slowly, Debby worked the cock up the asshole of the slut who 
was her slave, and soon it was almost all the way in, and then Debby began 
to move it back and forth, and Nancy was whimpering from the pain. The cock 
was so huge that she knew she could not take much more, and Debby, knowing 
from her medical training just how much her slave could take, pulled out the 
dildo at the right time. 

She gave her slave the greasy, smelly shaft, and she let her lick it clean, 
and she could tell from the eagerness that her slave showed that Nancy was 
very hot, and that she was at that point where she would do almost anything 
just to get some relief for her hot and burning cunt. 

"Does my slut like the taste of the dildo that has been in her ass? Does she 
know what a little piece of shit she is, what a little whore? She likes to 
lick it, doesn't she, and she will do anything for her mistress. Come on, 
there's a spot that you missed." 

Nancy finally finished cleaning off the dildo, and then she grimaced as she 
saw the clips that were to be attached to her tits being brought out. They 
had cruel teeth, and their springs were very strong, and she could hardly 
keep from screaming as she felt first one, and then the other, being 
attached to her tits. Debby pulled on the clips, stretching the nipples of 
her slave, and she smiled, cruelly and lustfully, at the pain that showed on 
the face of her slave. 

"Go ahead, slut, and touch your cunt." And as Nancy's hand flew to her 
crotch Debby continued to torture her nipples, and soon the air was filled 
with the cries that were a mixture of pain and pleasure that Nancy made. 

She rammed a full three fingers into her wet cunt, and she slid them in and 
out of her so fast that it seemed that she would hurt herself. But the pain 
that she felt was only from the torture that was being inflicted on her 
nipples, and in her cunt she felt only pleasure, and she found that she was 
wetter than she had ever been and hotter too. She moaned, and her hips 
arched up off the floor, and Debby and Nancy both knew that Nancy was close 
to coming. 

She reached down her other hand, the one that was not sliding in and out of 
her hot cunt, and she used it to pull back the skin from around her clit, 
and she touched the tip of her hard little love-nub, and in a matter of 
seconds the first massive climax hit her. 

She shook as if she were in a fever, and she gasped, and she moaned, and her 
tits, despite the pain that they were feeling, swelled even more. And no 
soooner had that wave of pleasure died away than the next one hit her. 

As Debby continued to pull on the clips that were attached to the nipples of 
her slave the slut came and came again, until she was going through one 
almost continuous orgasm, one great release. When it was over Debby took the 
clips from the tits of her slave, for she knew that right after coming the 
pain would be too much for her slave. 

Debby turned to look at Chuck, whose asshole was still filled with the heel 
of her shoe, and she smiled as she saw how hot her slave was, and she 
reached down to where he knelt on the floor, and she gave the end of his 
hard cock a sharp flick with her fingers. She saw that a drop of juice clung 
to her fingers, and she shoved them into the mouth of her slave, and she 
smiled as he licked them clean. 

She knew that she needed some relief, since the erotic cruelty that she had 
been inflicting on her slaves had made her so hot that she thought that she 
was going to explode. She decided that she would let Chuck suck her off, but 
that first she would torture him some more. 

"Stand up, slave, and if you cry out I will hurt you so badly that you will 
not be able to move for weeks. I am going to allow you the honor of sucking 
my cunt, but first you must take the pain that I give you. You may grunt and 
gasp, and make soft sounds, but any screaming, any begging for mercy, will 
be severely punished." 

He nodded, and he looked down at his erect cock as her hand closed around 
it. She gave the hard, thick shaft in her hand a couple of jerks, and she 
smiled at the pleasure that crossed his face when she did that, and then she 
grabbed his balls and she twisted them hard. He gasped, and she saw to her 
satisfaction that he had not lost his erection from the pain that she had 
inflicted on him. 

She pushed on the shoe, that was still taped into his asshole, and she was 
as rough as she could be, and while she moved the shoe she continued to 
twist his balls, and to pinch his cock, and she laughed to herself when she 
saw that his cock was still hard as a rock. She knew then that he was a true 
submissive, one who got pleasure from the pain that she inflicted on him. 
She felt her cunt getting so hot and wet that she could not wait, and so she 
stopped hurting her slave, but she left the shoe taped in his ass. 

She lay down on the bed, and she raised her legs, and she spread the lips of 
her pink pussy with her fingers. Her smell was strong, and Chuck wanted to 
touch that soft cunt, to lick it, to taste its juices, but he knew that 
until she said that he could he would not dare to touch her. 

"Does my little jerk-off boy like my pink cunt, and does he want to suck it, 
and to make his mistress come? First he has to lick my asshole. Begin." 

He bent his head, and his tongue started to probe at the entrance to her 
rear. She loved the feeling of control that she got from the attention that 
her slave was paying to her, and she thought, for a moment, that he was 
indeed a reall ass-kisser. 

And he enjoyed the taste of her asshole, the ripe, gamy flavor that hit his 
tongue and assailed his nostrils as he -rimmed her. He made a stiff point 
with his tongue, and she moaned with pleasure as she felt him probing her 
asshole with it, and she knew that in a few minutes he would be granted the 
pleasure of her cunt. But for now she was content to have her asshole 
licked, and that went on for a long time, and she could tell from the way 
that he was gasping that he was jerking-off but she was too far gone with 
the lusts that she felt to tell him to stop. 

She did not want him to come, however, but she knew that he had come so soon 
before that there was not much chance that he would come again quickly. 
Finally she could not stand it, and she knew that she needed his mouth and 
his tongue on her twat. 

"Suck my hot cunt, slave, and if you come up for air too often I will put 
you in bondage and I will not release you for a day." 

He moved his head, and he took the whole area around her throbbing clit into 
his mouth, and he sucked it hard, and she gasped, and her hips began to 
twitch from side to side. She could tell that he knew just what to do with a 
cunt in his mouth, and she started to feel nothing but the pressure of her 
impending orgasm, and for the moment all of her sadistic thoughts seemed to 
have vanished, and in their place was nothing but pure lust. 

He moved his lips from her clit to the hole of her cunt, and he licked her 
inner lips, and his stiff tongue slid in and out of her wet cunt like a 
small, hard, hot dick. 

She was about to yell at him for not paying enough attention to her clit 
when she felt his fingers there, and she gave herself up to the pleasure 
that was about to sweep through her. His fingers touched her clit just the 
way that she liked it, and soon she was arching her hips, grinding her wet 
cunt into his face, and then she felt him use that hand that was not busy 
with her clit to grab her ass, and she moaned, and he knew that she was 
right on the edge. 

She gasped, and she shuddered, and she said "Oh God, that is so fucking 
good!", and then she started to come. On and on went the waves of her 
pleasure, and she knew that she had never come so hard or so well. He hung 
onto her cunt until she was done, and finally she pushed his head away. 

She smiled at her two slaves, and all of them knew that the game was now 
over, but that it would be repeated again. And Chuck, who was hard as a 
rock, and who had not had a chance to come after the sucking that he had 
given to his mistress' cunt, wanted to jerk off, but he thought that he 
would wait until Debby left. She looked at the time, and saw that she would 
have to get ready for the afternoon shift that she worked. 

She kissed her friends good-bye, and she said that she would call them, and 
after she had left Chuck and Nancy flew into each other's arms, and they 
fucked for a long time. Debby drove home, and she dashed into the house, 
said hello to George, nodded when he said that he had a bug, and after 
changing, she dashed out again, and went to the hospital. 

George was thinking about Sofia, and then he started to wonder about his 
son, and when he went to his room he saw that Cliff had left, apparently by 
the back door, so that his father had no idea where he was. George sighed, 
and suddenly the problems that he was facing at work hit him, and all of the 
lust and the joy that he felt when he thought about himself and Sofia 
vanished. He fixed a weak drink, and he sipped it, and he wondered what he 
would do if the whole mess blew up in his face. The problem was that he had 
no way to prove that the stock, when he had issued it, had been, to the best 
of his knowledge, free from any suspicion that it was going to be 
manipulated. He was gloomy, and he slumped down in his chair. 

Cliff had gone to a phone-booth, and he had called his friend at the phone 
office, who had said that he could get a name and an address from a number, 
and Cliff had arranged to meet his friend at a bar to get the information. 

His friend was late, and Cliff was starting to worry that he would not show, 
and so he sipped his beer, and looked over the tail that was in the bar. 
There was not much around, but there was a decent looking piece of ass at 
the other end of the bar from him. He smiled at her, and she smiled back, 
and he was going to go down to where she sat when his friend walked in. 

"Well, it's in the name of Sofia Jones, and it's in a nice part of the city. 
Here's the address. Look, I've got to run, and please don't let anyone know 
how you got it, since I could get in real trouble. See you." 

Before Cliff could say a thing, his friend was gone, and Cliff was now torn 
between investigating further, and trying out the chick whom he had spotted 
at the end of the bar. But when he looked down to where she was he saw that 
another guy had beaten him to it, and so he gulped his beer, and ordered one 
more, and started to think about his options. 

Of course, he could drop the whole thing. After all, the sex-life of his 
father really did not concern him, except insofar as it interfered with his 
own life at home, and he was tempted just to wait, and to see if anything 
developed. On the other hand, he thought that if he knew what was going on 
he might be able to use the information against his father, and that he thus 
might have some control over his old man, whereas up to this point in his 
life he had had none. 

He sipped the beer when it came, and he decided that he would let things 
slide for the time being, but that he would keep on the alert for anything 
out of the ordinary. He started to finish the beer that he was on, and then 
he was just drunk enough to keep on drinking, and suddenly it was very late, 
and he was loaded. 

He lurched home, and was happy to find that his father was asleep, and Giff 
soon went to bed himself, after remembering to drink a couple of glasses of 
water so that he would not have as bad a hangover as he might in the 
morning. 

Over the next month George got more and more involved with Sofia, and he 
managed to see her and keep up with his work, for, after playing sick for a 
week, during which time he was with her constantly, he found that he had to 
go back to work or risk being found out. 

He was still waiting to find out about the investigation that was being 
conducted of the stock that he had helped to issue, and the tension really 
got to him. In fact, he kept thinking that, were it not for Sofia, he would 
not be able to go on. But under her whip, and at her feet, he found a 
welcome relief from the pressures of his life, and he became her devoted 
slave. 

She, for her part, grew more and more used to him, and soon knew that she 
wanted to be with him for a long time. They had started to talk about 
marriage, and finally they had agreed to do it. They announced an 
engagement, and Cliff and Debby, when they found out, were upset, but knew 
that at this point there was not much that they could do about it. 

Cliff had indeed gotten around to checking out the address that he had 
obtained from his friend in the phone company, but he had been unable to 
learn anything, and when his father's life had gotten back to normal he had 
known that there was not much that he could do. Besides, as far as the 
outside world was concerned, the impending marriage was just what George 
Prior needed. 

Sofia, indeed, was a respected fashion consultant, and her marriage to 
George was socially good for both of the people involved. Finally, after a 
small ceremony, and a brief honeymoon, to Europe, where they had rented an 
old castle, in whose dark, stone chambers Sofia wreaked her will on George, 
they came back to the house where George lived, and Sofia moved in. 

At first they were careful not to let the children know what their 
relationship was like, but then Sofia began to feel more and more attracted 
to both Cliff and Debby, and she started to talk to George about getting the 
children involved in the games that the two of them were playing. George did 
not need much urging, since he wanted to see them punished, and he lusted 
after his daughter to some extent. Finally, one Sunday afternoon, George and 
his mistress found Debby at home with them. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Debby was lying in her room, and she was trying to read a novel, but her 
mind kept returning to sadistic sexual fantasies. After that night with 
Nancy and Chuck she had known that S and M offered a new area of pleasure 
for her, and she had started to meet people who shared her interests. She 
was becoming an expert, and she thought of going pro, but for the moment she 
held on to her job. 

Suddenly the door opened, and there was Sofia, and when Debby looked at her 
step-mother, her mouth dropped open, for the woman who had married her 
father was dressed as a dominatrix, in the very sort of attire that Debby 
herself favored. Debby was already hot from the thoughts of domination that 
she had been having, and seeing Sofia dressed the way that she was just made 
her even wetter, though she herself did not want to be punished. 

Her step-mother sneered at her, and poked her hard in the belly with the rod 
that she had held under one arm. Debby winced at the pain, and suddenly she 
knew that she was to be a slave. And she did not like the idea. She was a 
true dominant, someone who did not go in both directions, and she was afraid 
of the punishments that might be inflicted on her. 

She started to realize that her father was a slave to this bitch, and that 
in itself she found amusing, but now that it looked as if she were going to 
be a slave as well she was not very happy. She was slobbing around in jeans 
and a T-shirt, and she wore nothing else, no underwear or shoes, and the 
poke that she had gotten in her belly hurt her, and she was afraid of what 
might come. 

She was going to speak, to yell at her new mother, to tell her that she 
could do what she wanted with George, but that his daughter was off limits, 
but as soon as she started to move her lips Sofia walked over to her and 
held her mouth shut, and then she slapped the girl across the face hard, 
leaving a red mark where her palm had hit flesh. Debby gasped with the pain, 
and she knew from the force of the grip that held her face that she could 
not overpower this woman. 

"I can tell by the smell in the air that the little slut is hot, and I am 
going to punish her for it. The little cunt had better learn to mind her 
mother, and I am sick and tired of all the back-talk that I have to put up 
with." 

Debby trembled at the cruelty that she heard in Sofia's voice, and she knew 
that here was a woman who could match anything that she had done in 
punishing a slave. Sofia took the dirty T-shirt that Debby wore, and with a 
powerful motion of the arm that was not holding Debby's chin, she ripped the 
garment off the helpless girl. 

The mistress smiled as she saw the ripe tits of her slave, and she gave each 
of the nipples that stood out so far a hard pinch. Debby screamed, loudly, 
from the pain that was nothing compared to what she had inflicted on Nancy. 

"God, that hurts too much. Oh please stop! I'll suck you, or something, but 
please don't hurt me like that." And then Debby began to sob, and Sofia put 
her hands on her hips, and looked down at the crying young woman with a 
mocking expression. 

Debby could smell the leather that the mistress was wearing, the black 
leather of her boots and her corset, and the tan leather of the crop that 
she held, and she found herself getting a little excited from that, but the 
pain that she felt was still so bad that she had all but forgotten the hot 
wetness that she felt in her cunt. 

"So my daughter hurts, does she? Oh I am sorry. Perhaps she thinks that what 
I have done to her is cruel and painful. She should know then that what I 
have done to her nipples is just a taste, a mere fraction, of the punishment 
that I will give her if she does not stop sniveling. Take off your pants." 

Debby stood, and in a moment she was naked. Sofia pushed her on the bed, and 
told her to raise her legs, and she parted the pink cunt of her 
step-daughter, and looked at it coldly, as if she were a doctor. 

"So you are hot. Been thinking sexy thoughts? Well, I have not said that you 
could have such thoughts, and so you will be punished. Kiss the rod." And 
Sofia held the thin cane that she had brought along with her crop to Debby's 
lips. Debby knew that she could do nothing but obey, and so she ran her 
tongue along the cane, and she did that for a while, as Sofia watched to 
make sure that she kissed all of it. Debby knew how much pain such a weapon 
could give, and she shook with fear. 

"I fear that as an inexperienced slave you will make too much noise, and so 
I will have to tie you down for your training." Having said this, Sofia 
produced, from a large leather sack that she had put down near the door when 
she had come into the room, several lengths of nylon rope. 

She pulled Debby's arms back over her head, and she tied each of her wrists 
to the legs at the head of the bed. She thought for a moment, and she 
decided that it was not worth tying the legs of her slave. She raised the 
rod. 

It swished through the air, and left a red strip on the soft flesh of 
Debby's belly. Her whole body arched in the air when she was hit, and she 
moaned, and it was all that she could do to keep from yelling with all of 
her might. But she knew, both from what Sofia had said, and from the times 
that she herself had punished slaves, that it would not be a good idea to 
make much noise. 

Then the next blow came, and this one lashed across her breasts, and stung 
very badly. 

Again Debby shook from the blow, and again she almost yelled at the top of 
her lungs. 

Sofia smiled down at her slave, and she noted with satisfaction the two red 
lines that she had produced. She like changing the shade of flesh, and much 
of her excitement while whipping a slave was produced by the marks that she 
left in flesh. They were her brands, the evidence that she had hurt someone. 

The third blow came, and this one lashed across Debby's thigh, and she bit 
her lips to keep from crying out. Then Sofia tossed the rod aside, and she 
knelt over the body of her slave, her knees on either side of Debby's tits. 
She slapped the face of her step-daughter a few times, and she loved the red 
marks that her hand left. 

She reached down and pinched her slave's nipples, and she smiled to herself 
when she felt how hard they were. Debby was groaning with pain, but her cunt 
was also wet, though she did not dare to think about what that meant. For if 
she admitted to herself that she was getting pleasure from the pain that she 
was receiving, then she would have to face that she was as much a slave as a 
mistress, and that would be hard for her to take. 

Sofia reached behind her and dug her nails into Debby's cunt. 

Debby yelled this time, with noises of pure terror. Sofia looked disgusted, 
and she got up off the bed, and she dug around in her bag, and she found a 
ball-gag, and she strapped it into Debby's mouth. 

Then she resumed the cunt torture that she loved so much. After pinching the 
pussy of the slut who was her slave for a few minutes, and watchedwith 
delight as the bitch squirmed with pain, she produced two clips, and 
attached them to the lips of the slave-cunt that was giving her so much 
pleasure. To these clips she attached cords, and she stood, and she 
stretched Debby's cunt-lips painfully. 

Debby arched off the bed, and even with the gag that was in her mouth the 
pain made her sounds quite loud. Sofia felt her own cunt dripping, and she 
was delighted with the punishment that she was inflicting on her 
step-daughter. 

"Slave! George, where are you?" And George, naked except for the leather, 
studded collar that he wore around his neck, dashed into the room and knelt 
to kiss the feet of his mistress. She let him lick the leather of her boots 
for a while, and then she had him stand up, and she laughed with delight 
when she saw the way that he looked at his daughter. 

His eyes took in the ropes that held her wrists, the red lines from the 
blows of the rod that she had received, and stopped and bulged out a little 
when he saw the clips that were hooked onto her cunt. His cock was hard, and 
he knew that he had now seen one of his most secret desires become reality. 

He kept kissing his mistress' boots, and she watched him with a cruel, yet 
fond smile. He knew that she would let him come, somehow, and, though he 
hardly dared to .think about it, he was wondering if she would let him-or 
rather force him-to fuck his daughter. 

"Stand up, slave George. I want your daughter to see how a true slave takes 
the punishment that his mistress gives to him. She screamed from the most 
trivial pain, and so I was forced to gag her. Lie down on top of her, and 
let her feel your hard cock rubbing against her soft belly as I hit your 
ass." 

George did as he was told, and as soon as he was lying on top of his 
daughter, feeling her warm tits against his chest, his cock, which was 
already very hard, seemed to get even harder. 

Sofia raised her rod, and it sang through the air, and hit George's ass with 
great force. His whole body shook, but he did not so much as cry out, and 
Debby knew then that her father was not new to this kind of action. 

As Sofia hit her husband again and again, and as she grew hot from the way 
that his ass turned pink and hot, George grew more and more excited from the 
feel of his cock as it rubbed against the belly of his daughter. And Debby, 
now that she was not receiving pain, was getting excited from the feel of 
her father on top of her. His cock was rock-hard, and as it rubbed against 
her, and as his chest rubbed her tits, she felt her pussy getting gooey and 
hot. 

She almost came, but he wasn't quite touching her clit, and so she found 
that she was right on the edge, and hung up there. Sofia gave her husband a 
real beating, and all through it George did not make a sound, and his cock 
stayed as hard as a rock. 

Finally she stopped hitting her slave, and she told him to stand. He stood 
near his wife, and looked down at his helpless daughter. His cock was 
throbbing with lust, and a drop of juice gleamed like a small pearl at its 
tip. 

"Well, George, I think that you have earned a reward for the punishment that 
you have taken, and so I am going to let you have your cock sucked by your 
daughter. You may remove the gag from her mouth, and then she is yours until 
you come. I shall watch, and may from time to time hit her, but not so hard 
as to cause her to bite your dick. You may begin." 

With trembling fingers George unbuckled the gag, and he waited for a second 
as Debby worked her lips and her mouth. Then he knelt over her face, and she 
opened her lips, and took the purple head of his dick into her mouth. 

The pleasure of having a cock in her mouth was one that she had not given 
up, despite the dominant role that she had been playing before the tables 
were turned, and she knew very well how to give a good blowjob. 

She sucked hard, not, like many women, putting so little pressure on his 
dick that he could hardly feel it, and she loved the taste of the juices 
that dripped from his cock. She started to take more of his dick into her 
throat, and soon it was all the way in. 

"Suck your Dad's cock, slut, and suck it well, or the pain that you have 
felt will be nothing compare to what I will do to you." 

Debby intensified her efforts when she heard these words, and soon she was 
trying to match the motions of her father's cock to those of her mouth, for 
he was moving his hips, and fucking her mouth as if it were a cunt. The 
sounds of cock in mouth were very loud in the air, and soon George had his 
whole dick in, so that his hairy balls were brushing the lips of his 
daughter. She moaned, and all at once she was so excited that she hardly 
felt the pain that burned in her flesh from the tortures that she had 
undergone. 

Then Sofia raised her rod, and she hit Debby's thighs, just below her wet, 
hot cunt. Debby moaned, but she did not break the pace at which she sucked 
the cock that was in her mouth, and she was so hot that she thought she 
might be able to come if one, just one cut of the rod touched her hard clit. 
But Sofia knew as well as her slave how excited the slut was, and she took 
care not to give her the pleasure of coming. Sofia timed her blows so that 
the pain was relatively mild, for she did not want to risk damaging her 
husband's cock. 

George grunted, and everyone in the room knew that he was close to coming in 
his daughter's mouth. He tensed, and he held his breath, and then he shot. 
The first burst of sticky come went deep into the gullet of the bitch who 
was sucking him, and she swallowed all of it, in time for the next one, 
which hit the back of her throat just as hard, though was not of so great a 
volume as the first. 

George kept moving his hips until the last drops of juice had been pumped 
out of him, and when he rose slowly from the bed, and stepped down, his cock 
showed no signs of losing its hardness. He was extremely aroused from the 
incest that he had just committed, and the prospect of more, and of being 
punished by his mistress, and of seeing his daughter punished too, kept him 
hot. 

Debby's tongue flicked out, and she licked the last few drops of juice from 
the corners of her mouth. She lay quietly, but her body was aching with 
desire. She needed some relief for her hot, wet cunt, but she knew that she 
would have to wait until Sofia gave her permission. 

"I can see that the little cunt has had a cock in her mouth before. Well, 
now she shall have an asshole on her face, and she is to lick it." 

With those words Sofia sat down heavily on the face of her slave, and the 
leather of her boots creaked as she got into position. She took off her 
corset as she sat there, and now she was naked except for her high, 
gleaming, black leather boots. She knew that her slave wanted to suck her 
cunt, but she deliberately kept her hips in such a position that only her 
asshole was available to the tongue of her slave. 

Debby's tongue probed into the smelly asshole of the mistress who was 
sitting on her face, and then Sofia farted, and Debby was almost choked. But 
she kept on at the job of rimming that she was doing, and soon Sofia was 
moaning from the attention that was being paid to her asshole. 

She touched her hard clit, and she shivered with the feelings that rushed 
through her when she did that. But she did not come, for she wanted to draw 
out her pleasure for as long as possible. She continued to grind her asshole 
into the mouth of her slave, and she loved the feel of the wet tongue that 
was rimming her. and doing such a good job of it. 

She looked at George, and she saw that he was hard, and that he wanted to do 
something, to get into the action. She thought for a moment. 

"Hand me the dildo that is in my bag," she said, and waited for him. 

When he gave it to her she had him kneel over his daughter's belly, so that 
his asshole was facing her. He had brought her a jar of grease without being 
asked, since he had thought that it would be needed. He felt her fingers 
smearing the grease onto his asshole, and then she was working his asshole 
with her fingers, and he was hot, and he waited for her to put the dong 
inside him. 

She pushed it in hard, wanting to hurt him, and despite his high tolerance 
for pain he gasped as he felt it go in. It was not that it was so big, but 
rather that she had pushed it in with such force, not allowing the walls of 
his rectum slowly to get used to it. She pushed until it was all the way up 
inside him, and all the time that she was working the dildo up into the 
asshole of her husband she was grinding her asshole into the mouth of the 
girl on whose face she was sitting. 

She reached under and grabbed her husband's balls, and she twisted them 
hard, and then she grabbed his cock, and started to jerk it roughly. She dug 
her nails into the shaft, and he gasped with the combination of pain and of 
pleasure that he felt. 

He was very aroused, but since he had just come, in the mouth of the slave 
who was his child, his wife, or rather his mistress, knew that he would take 
a long time to come again, and that there was little danger that he would 
shoot from he attention that was being paid to his cock. 

She was enjoying the feeling of power that she had, and she knew, as she had 
known for a long time, that the role that she was playing, that of a 
dominant bitch, was just what she loved. Though she could get pleasure from 
gender sex with both men and women, nothing heated her up more than 
blistering the ass of a slave. 

Debby was having trouble breathing, and her ste-mother, who had turned out 
to be as cruel a mistress as Debby herself, showed no signs of shifting her 
position. Her ass was slimy and wet with the spittle of her slave, and she 
was enjoying herself. 

Debby was burning with desire. The sucking that she had given to her 
father's cock, and now the attention that she was giving to the asshole of 
her mistress, not to mention the excitement that she had felt when Sofia had 
burst into her room in the first place-all of these factors combined to make 
her hotter than hell. She longed for just half a minute to touch her clit, 
and she knew that if she were allowed that small pleasure she could come, 
and come hard. But she also knew that there was little chance that she would 
be allowed to come, at least not yet, and so she simply tried to do as good 
a job as she could on the asshole that she was rimming. 

George was moaning with pain and pleasure. Sofia was still pinching his cock 
and his balls, and from time to time she would move the dildo that was 
filling his asshole in and out. He was getting closer to coming now, and she 
knew that, having allowed him the pleasure of having his daughter suck on 
his cock, she would not let him do anything else but jerk off onto her boot 
when he was allowed to come again. 

But before she allowed him to come she knew that she needed a tongue on her 
cunt, and she decided that Debby was not worthy of that pleasure, and so 
George was elected. 

She pulled the dildo out of his ass as suddenly as she had put it in, and 
she ordered him to turn around, and to lick her cunt. And all the while he 
licked her pussy, which was dripping with thick, creamy goo, Debby was 
rimming Sofia's ass. 

She felt him slip a finger into her cunt, and then two, and then he was 
taking the whole area around her clit into his mouth, and he was sucking her 
just the way that she had trained him to suck her. 

He worked his fingers in and out of her cunt harder and harder, since he 
knew that she liked it fast and hard, and he almost bit her clit while he 
sucked on it. 

"Yes, worm husband, you're in your true role that of slave, and you are 
pleasing your mistress with your tongue. Suck me harder, and make me come, 
and no matter how I move, your mouth must not leave my cunt, or it will go 
hard with you." He sucked her even more intensely then, and felt her clit 
get even harder, and thought, for a moment, that it was as hard as a dried 
pea before the force of her climax meant that it was all he could do to keep 
his mouth where she wanted it. 

Debby could hardly breathe, but then the violent motions with which her 
mistress moved her hips gave her a chance for some air, and she went back to 
the rimming that she was performing with renewed vigor. 

Sofia lost all contact with the world around her for a few seconds, as the 
first wave of her climax ripped through her, and she shook so hard that the 
bed almost collapsed with the weight of the three bodies that were onp The 
dildo was still jammed up George's ass, and he was so busy sucking with his 
mistress' cunt that he did not notice it any more, except for a feeling of 
fullness in his ass. 

She came continuously for a long timei, and soon the smell of her pussy 
overpowered, that of Debby. George loved the thick juices'that were smeared 
all over his face, and when she finally got up, Sofia saw that his mouth was 
red and raw from the friction of her pubic hair against it. 

She took a look at Debby, whose arms were still tied, and she saw to her 
immense satisfaction that the cunt of her step-daughter was wet and open. 
She stood over her female slave, and she brushed the back of her hand over 
the wet slave-cunt. 

Debby shivered with pleasure when she: felt that, and she longed to come, 
but she did not dare to ask for that relief. Her arms were aching, and she 
desperately wanted to be released, both so that she could play with her cunt 
and to ease the pain. 

Sofia looked at the face of her slave, and savored the silent agony, the 
need for release, that it showed. She slapped Debby's tits hard, and as 
Debby winced, she reached down and started to play with her cunt. 

She had decided that she would let her slave come, and she had a reason for 
this, one that went beyond simply the pleasure of knowing that Debby's 
relief was completely in her power. She knew that if Debby learned to expect 
pleasure after the pain, if she knew that if she were a good enough slave 
she would be allowed to come, that then she could make her take more and 
more pain in the interests of pleasure. 

After a few seconds Debby arched her hips high off the bed, and she shook 
with a very intense orgasm. Though she could have come for a long time, if 
Sofia had allowed her to, she was granted only a minute or so of release, 
and then Sofia stopped, leaving her slave tied to the bed. 

She looked at her husband, at his massive cock, and though she toyed with 
the idea of having him jerk off for her, she decided that she would make him 
wait. So she tied his hands behind his back, clipped a leash to the collar 
that was around his neck, and led him out of the room, taking her equipment 
with her. 

Debby lay on the bed, her arms aching and her cunt burning, and she wondered 
how long she would be forced to lie there. It was late Sunday afternoon, a 
time when she normally relaxed, and she was helpless, and scared. And yet, 
despite the real terror of her situation, she was very aroused. She knew 
that the feeling of excitement that made her nipples hard and her cunt wet 
would stay with her, and that only a long bout of sex, whether alone or with 
someone else, would finally ease the tension that filled her body. She 
looked at the ceiling, and tried to think of something that would take her 
mind off her predicament. But all she could do was try to count the cracks, 
and there were not very many, and so she simply arched her hips into the air 
from time to time, and waited for something to change. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

She had heard her father and his new wife go into their bedroom, and she had 
heard them close the door, and she knew that they were not through with 
their games. She tried to sleep, and she fell into a state between sleeping 
and waking, and all that she thought about was how she could come. Vague 
sexual fantasies ran throgh her, and the air was filled with the smell of 
her cunt. 

Then she heard her brother come in, and she knew that this was her chance. 
She spoke when he walked past her door, which was closed, but not locked, 
since Sofia had thought that with her arms tied there was no need to fear 
that Debby would get loosed. "Cliff, Cliff! IN HERE!" 

He opened the door, and he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his sister 
naked and horny, her hands tied to the legs of the bed. 

"Untie me, please untie me," she said, and, though his cock was rapidly 
swelling, he did just that. 

"What the hell is going on here?" he said, and he could hardly control the 
mixture of rage and lust for his sister that he felt. 

"You won't believe it, but that bitch that Dad married is a dominant 
mistress, and she enslaves him, and apparently they have decided that you 
and I are to be slaves like Dad. The bitch tied me up, and I am not going to 
go into what the two of them did. But we have got to do something. I think 
that we should punish her. They're in the bedroom now, and she's probably 
whipping him, or shoving something up his ass, or having him come on her 
boots. What do you want to do?" 

Cliff was shocked for a moment, and then he grinned, and he started to 
laugh. He laughed for a long time, and the tears were streaming down his 
face, and he fought to control himself so that he could speak. 

His sister was furious at his reaction, for she could not believe that he 
was not angry at what had been done to her. He was, to some extent, but just 
the thought of his father doing what she had described cracked him up. 

Finally he found his voice. "So the old fart likes to get a rubber dick up 
the ass from some broad in high boots, huh? Damn me, I would never have 
thought that he would do anything that kinky, but then he always was sort of 
a wimp. I don't know. I mean, I can take both of them in two seconds, so I'm 
not worried about myself, and there's not much of a point in beating them 
up, since I would just get in trouble. I guess that you'll just have to move 
out. You're working, so do it." 

She glared at him as he spoke, and she slapped his face, and he grabbed her 
hand and looked at her angrily. "Look babes, like I said I can take both of 
them, and that goes for you to, and it is just too much damn trouble to 
avenge you, so cut out all the crap. Grab a few things, and pack a bag, and 
I'll drive you to some friend's house, and you can stay there until you find 
another place." 

She saw that he would not do anything but what he had said for her, and so 
she nodded and started to dress, and when she was dressed she started to 
pack. He stayed in the room, and told her to hurry. 

But what he did not know was that he had been speaking so loudly that his 
voice had carried, and that after his loud laughter Sofia had left George in 
the bedroom, locking the door, and had stood outside the door to Debby's 
room. She had heard everything, and a smile, a smile of lust and sadism, 
crossed her features. 

She knew, of course, that in terms of purely physical strength, she was no 
match for Cliff. But she stood, naked except for her boots, and she held a 
long bull-whip, made of supple leather, that had been kept well-oiled and 
had seen long use. And she knew how to use it, and she knew that a couple of 
hard cuts would send Cliff sobbing to his knees. 

She shoved the door open, and the two children of her new husband froze, and 
Cliff was cursing the fact that he had not locked the door when he had seen 
the ropes that had held Debby to the bed, when the whip snaked out, 
seemingly lazily, and lashed him across the tight T-sirt that covered his 
chest. 

He gasped, for even in the fights that he had gotten into he had never felt 
such pain. It was all that he could do to stand up, and he started to move 
toward her, and began to raise his hands, but it did him no good. 

She just smiled at him, and before he could take the two or three steps that 
would bring him within reach of her, she used the whips on his arms, which 
were almost raised to throw a punch. The whip cracked hard, and angry red 
welts sprang up on his forearms, and he staggered backward, and fell down on 
the bed. 

Then she took a step forward, and she whipped his chest a couple of more 
times, and his T-shirt was almost in rags from the whip, and his chest was 
burning like nothing that he had ever felt. 

He buried his face in his hands, and he started to cry, and she saw that his 
spirit was broken. She move quickly behind him, and she ripped what was left 
of the shirt off his back, and she pushed him on his belly onto the floor. 

He started to try to get up, and then she flicked the whip across his bare 
back, and he writhed with pain and slumped back to the ground. She planted 
the heel of one of her boots on the small of his back, and pressed until she 
knew that he really felt it, and then, with one smooth motion, she ripped 
his pants off, so that now he was completely naked. She used the whip a 
couple of times on his ass, and she smiled at the marks that she left there, 
and when there was no sound in the room but that of his tortured sobbing, 
she kicked him once, and let him lie. 

She looked at Debby, who was dressed, and she gave her just one cut of the 
whip, and that was enough to send Debby reeling backwards onto the bed. 
Debby started to cry , and Sofia smiled. Now they were both hers, and she 
could do with them as she pleased. She thought for a moment, and then she 
called George, and told him to bring a lot of rope. Then she remembered that 
she had locked him into the bedroom, and so she took the risk of locking 
Cliff and Debby in, and she dashed to get the rope, and she was back in a 
few seconds. 

She saw that they had not moved, and first she took the pair of handcuffs 
that she had taken from the bedroom, along with the rope, and she roughly 
secured Cliff's wrists behind his back. Then she dragged him up so that he 
was sitting on a hard wooden straight chair that sat at Debby's desk, and 
she tied him to it, so that he could hardly breathe, let alone move. She 
smiled at him, and then turned to Debby. 

She stripped her, and Debby made no attempt to resist the strong hands that 
were removing her clothing, and then she tied Debby to the bed, 
spread-eagled, and she looked down at her two slaves. 

She looked at Cliff, who had stopped crying, and she walked to him, and she 
took his face in her i hands, and she spat in it. Then she rubbed the 
spittle into his cheeks, and gave him a slap on them, and she laughed again. 

She walked to Debby, pinched her nipples, and grinned. Debby moaned, and 
then she sobbed quietly, and Sofia knew that she had them, and that they 
could not escape. 

"You: shall be bound here for a couple of hours, and then I will see what 
services you can perform for me, and perhaps for a friend of mine. I have 
left you both ungagged, out of the goodness of my heart, but I shall leave 
the door open so that I shall not fail to hear any screams or attempts to 
make so much noise that the attention of the neighbors might be attracted " 

She turned and walked out of the room, and then, jus't as she had passed the 
doorframe, she turned, .saying, "I do not want to hear a sound. No talking." 

Then she went to the bedroom, and she looked at George, and though his cock 
was hard, for she still had not allowed him to come again, she was too 
pissed-off at what had happened to care about him for the moment. So she 
bound him to a chair, though not very tightly, and she went to the phone. 

She thought about the dominant women whom she knew, and she thought about 
Connie, who had helped her punish George before, but then she thought about 
Vivian, and she smiled. 

Vivian was young, in her early twenties, and she was tall, and stood an even 
six feet in her stockings. She was not fat, but very big, with a huge ass 
and tits that had to be seen to be believed. And she loved to dominate, and 
she was a good friend of Sofia's. And, best of all, Sofia knew that Vivian 
was at the house of one of her slaves, and that she was almost within 15 
minutes of the Prior residence. 

"Hi, Viv? Hi, it's me, Sofie. Are you busy there? Oh, your slave is too 
tired for any more? Listen, want to come over? Great. See you soon." 

In less than a quarter of an hour the bell rang, and in walked Vivian, and 
she was the very picture of the sadistic, ball-busting bitch. 

She wore pumps with three inch heels. She towered in the room that she was 
in, and she was dressed in a normal dress, but she carried a large bag, and 
Sofia knew that there was other clothing in it. 

"Hi, honey? What's up?" And Vivian smiled at her fellow mistress, for she 
knew that Sofia would not have called her if there had not been something 
good to do. 

Sofia did not say a thing, but led the way to the room in which her two 
step-children were bound. Vivian smiled, and she walked to Cliff, whose cock 
was exposed, a place being left in the ropes that bound him just for that, 
and she gave it a hard pull. He was halferect, and had been getting harder 
and harder as the pain from the whipping that he had gotten lessened. He 
winced at the force with which she pulled on his cock, but he was excited by 
it, and she felt him starting to swell in her hand. 

"Well, my dear mistress Sofia, it looks as if this slave has the impudence 
to get erect. I shall help you with his punishment, and I shall not spare 
the bitch on the bed either. And I assume that your principal slave, that is 
your husband, is available as well?" 

Sofia disappeared for a moment, and returned with George, leading him by the 
leash that was attached to the collar around his neck His cock was hard, and 
he moaned with lust when he saw Vvian. 

"This is mistress Vivian, whom you, my husband, have had the honor of 
serving once before. Kneel, so that she may sit on your back as she changes 
her clothes." 

George did as she was told, and, while he watched, on all fours on the rug, 
Vivian took off her dress. Her huge, lush tits were supported from beneath 
by an uplift bra of black leather, into which were set silver studs, and her 
nipples were huge, and erect. 

She wore no panties, but just a garter belt, black stockings, and the pumps 
that made her so tall. She sat down hard on George's back, and he felt the 
warmth of her wet cunt, and the feel of her flesh against him drove him wild 
with lust. 

She slipped off the shoes that she had been wearing, and when the smell of 
her feet hit George he thought for a moment that he was going to come. She 
rummaged in her pack, and took out a pair of sandals with thin straps, and 
heels that were nearly four inches high. Then she took off her stockings and 
her garter belt, and she slipped the new shoes onto her naked feet. And all 
the time that she was changing she used George as a seat. 

She sat on him still, and she found a belt of studded leather, and she 
cinched it around her waist, and then she found a pair of long black gloves, 
and she slipped those on, and then, at last, she stood up. 

Sofia, who was wearing only her high, black boots, smiled at her friend, and 
both mistresses were hot as they thought of the punishments that they would 
inflict on their slaves. 

"I shall begin with the young man on the chair," said Vivian, and moved to 
where Cliff was in bondage. 

She untied him, and she sat down in the chair, and picking him up as easily 
as if he had been made of feathers, she threw him across her knee. At once 
she raised the open palm of her right hand, and she brought it down hard on 
his ass. He winced from the pain that he felt, and yet, at the same time 
that her felt pain, he was excited by the feel of his cock as he rubbed 
against his new mistress' thighs. 

She was a true artist, and just when she knew that he was having trouble 
with the pain she would stop spanking him, an; when she stopped she would 
rub his ass, which was pink and warm to the touch. She felt his cock getting 
harder and harder, and soon she knew that he was fully erect, and she liked 
the feel of his cock against her thighs, and loved knowing that he was 
excited, and that he was completely in her power. 

"Ah, my dear Sofia, the little boy has a hard-on. What shall we do with him? 
Honestly, I am punishing him, and I did not tell him that he could get an 
erection, and I do not know what I shall do with such a naughty boy." 

Sofia, who had told George to kneel at her feet while she watched Vivian 
working on Cliff, kicked her husband aside, telling him to stay down, and 
walked to where Vivian held her step-son on her lap. 

She parted the cheeks of his reddened ass, and she looked at his asshole. "I 
see that the little scum has a virgin ass. I think that his asshole needs to 
be stretched, so that I may use it for my pleasure in the future. May I use 
the shoes that you have temporarily discarded?" 

"Of course you may. I have always thought that a slave with a shoe up his 
ass is a sight to please the most jaded palate." 

Taking one of the pumps that Vivian had exchanged for the sandals that she 
now wore, Sofia greased its heel, and bent over Cliff, who lay quietly 
across the lap of the tall bitch who knew so well how to spank an ass. 

She parted the cheeks, and she slipped a greasy finger inside his asshole, 
and she could hardly get it in, and so she worked it back and forth a couple 
of times, until it slid in and out of his asshole more easily. 

Then she added a second finger, and he gasped with the pain that he felt, 
and she laughed as she saw him start to struggle. Vivian was quick to hold 
him down, and he simply moaned as Sofia worked her two fingers in and out of 
his greasy asshole. 

Soon the ring was stretched, and she pulled her fingers out, and slipped in 
the heel of the shoe. She worked it in and out, and she loved the way that 
the ass of her step-son looked with a high-heeled shoe jammed up inside it. 
He was gasping, but Vivian could tell from the feel of his hard cock against 
her thighs that he was just as excited as when he had been a virgin in his 
ass. 

"I think that it is time to see if he knows how to worship a foot," said 
Vivian," but first I think that you should tape the shoe in place." Sofia 
nodded, and once the tape held the piece of footgear firmly in place, Cliff 
was ordered to kneel in front of the bare but sandal-clad feet of Vivian. 

George still knelt in a corner. He was unbound, and he longed to masturbate, 
but he knew that he would not dare, and so he watched the torture that was 
being inflicted on his son out of the corner of his eye. 

Then Vivian saw that George was watching. "Send the little worm over there 
away, and lock him up. He is annoying in the way that he snivels so." 

Sofia nodded, and led George to the master bedroom, and simply locked the 
door, knowing that doing anything against her wishes was the thought that 
was farthest from his mind. 

She returned to the bedroom, and saw that Debby, who was still tied to her 
bed, was aroused, now that the pain that she had felt had died away 
somewhat, and her nipples were hard, and her cunt wet. She walked to her 
step-daughter and she pinched her nipples hard, and smiled when she saw that 
her action gave Debby much more pleasure than pain. 

Vivian had waited for her friend and fellow mistress to return, and she 
smiled at Sofia, and then turned her attention to Cliff. He knelt on the rug 
in front of her, unbound, but with the shoe that had been used to violate 
his ass taped firmly in its place. The smell of the feet encased in their 
sandals in front of him was strong, and Vivian's painted toes flexed as he 
looked at them. 

"Lick my feet, you scum, and when I raise them, you must suck the heels of 
my shoes. And you must not look up." 

Cliff started to do as she had told him to, but he hardly touched either her 
flesh or the leather of her shoes with his tongue. 

Sofia moved to the side of her friend, and she looked down at Cliff, with a 
mocking expression on her face. 

"She said to lick her feet, you scum, and I want to see your spit all over 
them. If you do not start doing a better job of it at once I shall bring out 
the bull-whip again." 

As soon as she said that he started to lick with vigor at the shoes in front 
of him, for he feared the pain that that whip could give him more than he 
had ever feared anything in his life. Soon her feet and shoes were shiny 
with his spittle, and she flexed her toes as he licked them, and the smell 
of her cunt was very strong. 

Vivian was so hot that she knew that she needed some quick relief, and she 
wanted to give it to herself. 

"Sofia, be a doll and bring me the crop from my bag, the one with that thick 
leather handle." Sofia found it, and she knew that her friend was going to 
rub her cunt with the handle of the crop while she watched her slave 
masturbate onto the feet that he had been licking. 

"All right slave, kneel and take your cock in your hand. You are to play 
with it, but you are not to come until I say that you can. And, when I tell 
you that you may shoot, you will have thirty seconds, and you must come onto 
my foot, and then you must lick my foot clean of the scum that you have 
spilled. If you fail to obey these instructions exactly as I have given them 
to you, you will feel my wrath." 

She extended her left foot, and he started to jerk his cock, and he did it 
slowly, holding back, since he knew that she would really hurt him if he 
came before he was allowed to. 

Her eyes were glued to the slave who was playing with his big dick, its 
purple, swollen head almost touching her foot, and then she took the handle 
of the crop that she had been handed by Sofia, and she started to rub it 
against her clit. 

She knew that she would take a few minutes, and she worked the soft leather 
of the crop against her clit, rubbing it slowly, drawing her pleasure out. 

She watched Cliff as he played with his hard cock, and she loved knowing 
that this young stud was her slave, would do anything that she told him to. 
He was panting as he beat his meat, and she could tell that he was fighting 
to hold back. She rubbed herself harder with the handle of the crop, and she 
felt herself getting closer and closer to exploding, to losing herself in a 
world of pleasure. 

She slipped two fingers into her cunt while she worked her clit with the 
handle, and she moaned, though she tried to show no pleasure in front of her 
slaves. She liked the way that her fingers felt as they slipped in and out 
of her hot cunt, and she liked the feel of her juices, and from time to time 
she would take her fingers out of her cunt, and then she would lick them, 
smacking her lips. 

Sofia was very turned on by the scene that she was watching, and finally, 
though she fought to control her lusts, she started to play with her clit. 
Vivian looked over at her friend, and smiled as she saw her fellow mistress 
masturbating. 

Then Vivian moaned again, and she shoved her fingers faster and faster in 
and out of her cunt, and she worked the handle of the crop hard against her 
clit, and then she was ready. 

"All right, slave," she said in a voice that was strained with lust, "you 
may come." She was so far gone herself with the lust that rushed through her 
that she did not note the time, and she had completely forgotten that she 
had told Cliff that he had only thirty seconds in which to climax. 

But she need not have told him that, for within ten seconds after she had 
told him that he could come, his hand flew faster and faster and he shot all 
over her foot. And, as he was coming, Vivian came too, and arched her hips 
off the chair on which she sat, and her tall, ripe body shook with the force 
of her passion, and she smelled ripe and sexy. 

Her climax went on for a while, and as she started to come out of it Sofia 
felt herself being swept away. She could hardly stand as she worked her wet 
cunt, and her high black boots creaked as she swayed from time to time with 
the force of the orgasms that rushed through her. 

Vivian, whose pleasure had died away after her slave had finished coming, 
watched with a smile as Sofia came so hard. Finally both of the mistresses 
were finished, at least for the moment, and then they made sure that Qiff 
licked up the semen that he had spilled on the foot that he had been 
worshipping. 

After he was done, Vivian and Sofia led him to his own room, and they tied 
him to the bed, firmly enough so that there was little risk of escape, but 
not so tight that there would be any problem with leaving him there all 
night. They locked the door, and took a brief break, but all that they 
thought about was punishing George and Debby. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

They drank some coffee, and smoked for a few minutes, and then as they 
looked at each other, and thought about what they had just done, and about 
the sadistic lusts that they were soon to satisfy, they rose to attend to 
their slaves. 

They went to Debby's room, and when they entered it the smell of her wet 
cunt hit them like a blow. She was still, of course, bound to the bed, but 
the scenes that she had witnessed only so recently had driven her wild with 
desire, and now she was swept away with the lust that ran through her veins. 

"Oh please, I will serve you, I will do anything, if you will only allow me 
to play with my cunt when you are done." And she looked at the two hot 
bitches who had walked back to her room with a mixture of lust and fear. 

"So the little slut wants to touch her cunt, does she?" said Sofia, smiling 
cruelly down at the girl who was bound to the bed. Then she turned to 
Vivian, who looked at Debby, and then back-handed her across the tits. She 
loved the way that they felt, with their stiff nipples, when she hit them, 
and she saw with satisfaction that Debby did not cry out, or even wince or 
whimper, when the blow hit her. She was so aroused that she felt nothing but 
pleasure from the attention that had been paid to her tits. 

"Untie her baby," said Vivian to Sofia, who was quick to comply. 

"On your knees, cunt," Sofia said, and watched with satisfaction as her 
slave grovelled on the floor in front of her. Both women were naked except 
for their shoes, and Debby, who now , from her position on the floor saw 
nothing but the feet of the two dominas, could smell the semen that her 
brother had spilled on Vivian's sandals. 

"Suck my heels," said Vivian, and she raised her right shoe, and smiled as 
Debby's hot mouth encircled its heel. Debby sucked the piece of leather, and 
she was thinking of her father's cock in her mouth, of how it had felt when 
he had come and she had swallowed it. 

She moaned with pleasure as she sucked on the shoes, and she felt her cunt, 
which she had thought could not get any hotter, burning as if it were on 
fire. She knew that she would come like a rocket in a couple of seconds as 
soon as something touched her clit, but she did not dare touch it herself, 
even though she was unbound at the moment. 

Vivian put her shoe down, and kicked Debby away. She turned as if to speak 
to Sofia, but both mistresses were so far gone with lust that words had 
failed them. 

Sofia took the dildo that they had used before and greased it quickly. 

"On your hands and knees on the bed, bitch," said Sofia, and she was 
surprised that she had been able to speak. As soon as the slave was in 
position Vivian and Sofia took turns greasing up her asshole, and then they 
each put a hand on the rubber dick, and they shoved it up her asshole. 

Debby gasped, but she did not feel much pain. Rather, as the dildo rubbed 
against the membrane that separated her cunt from her asshole, she felt 
herself getting closer and closer to the orgasm that she had been longing 
for for so long. 

But she knew her sexual responses well enough to know that unless she 
touched her clit she could not come, and she felt horribly frustrated. Then, 
as Vivian alone fucked the slave in the ass with the dildo, Sofia began to 
spank the ripe buttocks that were split by the hard shaft of the rubber 
dong. 

Soon Debby's ass was nice and red, and she did not cry out, and the two 
women who were training her knew that she was becoming a good slave. 

"She's getting nice and pink, hon. Hit her harder, and make that ass shake." 
Vivian, who had said these words, somehow finding her voice, smiled as 
Sofia's blows increased in force, making the flesh of the slave-ass that she 
was hitting dance and quiver. And still Debby, who had screamed only so 
recently from pain that was less than that that she was getting now, took 
all of her punishment in silence. 

Then Vivian pulled the dildo out of the ass of her slave, and she found a 
pair of clothespins, and she clipped them to Debby's hard nipples. Debby 
winced at that, but she did not scream, and then she was told to roll over. 

She lay motionless on her back, with the clothespins firmly on her breasts, 
and then Vivian sat down on her face, grinding her cunt into Debby's mouth. 
Debby did not need to ask what she was to do. She started to suck the wet 
cunt that was pressing against her. 

It smelled wonderful to her, smoky and hot and wet, and she lapped up the 
thick juices that flowed from it as if they were cream, and she a hungry 
cat. Since her arms were free, she managed to use her fingers as well as her 
lips and mouth and tongue on the twat that was sitting on her face, and she 
knew that Vivian liked it. 

Debby took the clit of the mistress who was on her face into her mouth, and 
it was the biggest clit that she had ever sucked, being around an inch and a 
half long. It was hard and throbbing, and Vivian started to shake, and the 
first of a long series of orgasms ripped through her body. 

Debby had taken the risk of slipping a finger up the asshole of the 
mistress, and Vivian had liked that, and Debby loved the way her tight ass 
felt as she fucked it with her finger. The juice was really pouring from her 
mistress, and she loved the way that it tasted, and she sucked as hard and 
as well as she could. 

She was lost in a world of hot twat, but she still had not reached her own 
climax, and she was very itchy. The pins were still clipped to her nipples, 
and she felt Sofia pulling on them from time to time, and she could tell 
from the sounds that came from Sofia, from the squishes and little moans, 
that her step-mother was playing with her cunt. 

Vivian rode the face of her slave for a long time, and when she finally rose 
from it her cunt smelled very strong, and her nipples were still hard, and 
it was clear that she was not yet sated. She looked at Sofia, who was in the 
middle of coming, and then down at her slave, who was not bound, but just 
lay in the middle of the bed. 

Vivian saw just how hot the cunt of her slave-girl was, and she smiled as 
she realized that Debby was now so well-trained that she had not touched her 
cunt. Then Sofia, still with a finger on her clit, took the clips from 
Debby's nipples, and she started to nip at them. 

She bit just hard enough so that Debby could feel what she was doing, but 
not so hard that she broke the skin, and after paying this kind of attention 
to Debby's tits, she started to work her way down her smooth belly. Debby 
could hardly believe what was happening, for if the progress of her 
mistress' mouth continued, she" would get a nip on her clit, and that was 
all that it would take to make her come hard, to release all of the energy 
that had been built up inside her. 

Vivian was watching, her huge tits heaving, and though she did not touch her 
wet cunt, she was stroking her huge, hard nipples. 

Sofia had worked her way down to the top of Debby's pubic hair now, and she 
moved quickly to her target, the cunt of her hot slave-girl. 

She bit hard at the erect clit that she found there, and Debby arched off 
the bed as she came, with amazing force. And Sofia just kept at her clit, 
nipping at it so hard that had Debby not been so aroused she would have been 
screaming with the pain that she felt, instead of moaning with rapture. 

Sofia wanted to see how long she could make her slave come, for she liked to 
keep her female slaves going for so long that they begged her stop, 
whereupon she would tell them that they had begged her to let them come, and 
that was what she was doing. But she had not counted on the degree to which 
passion had built up in Debby, and Debby just kept coming, no matter how 
hard and how long Sofia played with her clit. Finally, clearly impressed 
with the sexual capacity of her slave, Sofia raised her head, and Vivian 
rushed to kiss her fellow mistress, loving the taste of the juices that had 
been smeared all over her face. 

Then they left Debby, after tying her again to the bed, and they locked her 
in, and they went to find George. They let him jerk off for them, and after 
he had licked their shoes clean of his come, they sat down to rest, 
well-pleased with the activities that they had indulged in. 

Both women were dead tired, and so they decided to call it a day. It was 
early on Sunday evening, and Sofia sat and read in the living room, happy in 
the knowledge that her slave were safely locked away. 

Over the next month Cliff and Debby learned that they had no choice but to 
be the slaves that their step-mother wanted them to be, and they settled 
into their new role. Debby was made to quit her job, and Cliff to drop out 
of school, and they were kept in the house, to serve every whim of their 
mistress. 

George was clearly the slave who enjoyed the most of her favors, for she 
would fuck him from time to time, something that she never allowed Cliff to 
do. But she never sucked her husband's cock, though Debby did a lot of that. 

Besides Connie and Vivian, Sofia had other sadistic female friends, and they 
all enjoyed her slaves, and she theirs. 

George was cleared in the investigation that had been bothering him so much, 
and he thought, after that was all over, that perhaps now he no longer 
needed that submission that had been such a relief from the tensions at 
work. But it was now too late, for he had been so well-trained by the 
mistress who was his wife that he no longer enjoyed sex unless he was 
submissive. 

Cliff and Debby too were well-trained, and Debby, though she often thought 
about her life as a domina, never was allowed to go back to it. But she did 
tell Sofia about Nancy, and Nancy became almost another slave of the family. 

Many an evening and weekend were spent in punishing slaves, and Sofia grew 
very fond of Sadie, who was a mistress but did not physically fit the part. 
She was petite, just over five two, and very slim, with a lithe perfect, 
body. She had flaming red hair, and was very tan the whole year round. But 
she was as sadistic a bitch as had ever cracked a whip, and her small size 
only added to the excitement when she dominated a man who was so much bigger 
than she was. 

Sadie had a knack for bizarre costumes and devices, and she would come to 
the house time after time with something new. There was one evening that 
none of the people involved in it would ever forget. 

Sadie had said that she would be over, and Sofia had selected Cliff and 
Debby for punishment. George had offended his wife, and so he was locked in 
his room. The slaves, brother and sister, were locked in a cage that Sofia 
had acquired, and they sat in the center of the living room. Their hands 
were tied behind their backs, and a leather cock ring was on Cliff's hard 
dick. They were both very hot, for it was seen to it that they could not 
even masturbate except when they were allowed to. 

Neither one of them had been allowed to come for a week, and they were both 
very itchy, but they did not dare to' do anything about it. Sofia, who was 
wearing her favorite spike-heeled boots, and nothing else, sat and waited 
for Sadie. 

She breezed into the room, and she was wearing one of the most exotic 
costumes that Sofia, with her long experience in the world of domination, 
had ever seen. Her shoes were silver slippers, with high heels and the 
thinnest of straps. 

Her nails were red, and she wore a silver ankle chain around each of her 
slim legs. Her legs were bare, in that she was not wearing stockings, but 
she wore a thin chain of silver around each calf below the knee, chains that 
matched those that were around her ankles. Around the middle of her left 
thigh was a broad belt of black leather with silver studs, and she wore a 
red skirt that was so short that it barely covered her ass. She wore a 
silver G-string, and there was a small picture of a whip drawn in black over 
the piece that covered her cunt. 

Another black studded belt, thinner than that around her left thigh, was 
wrapped around her bare belly above the waistband of the little skirt. Her 
small, perfect tits were bare, except that a thin silver leather strap 
covered their small, hard nipples. She was heavily made up, and she carried 
a bag of instruments. 

When the door was closed she opened the cage, and let Cliff out. His cock 
was hard and dripping, and it swelled even more when she took off the 
leather cock ring. 

"On your back on the floor, slave. I am going to walk on your belly in my 
shoes, and you must masturbate for me, and I want you to come, and when you 
come you just have to keep playing with it until it is hard again, and then 
until you come again, and after that you have to keep playing with it, and 
I'll see about letting you stop." 

She stood over him, and she took off the skirt, and pulled the G-string deep 
into her cunt. She stood sideways on him. She watched both his face and the 
cock that he was pulling, and she stood with her full weight on his belly. 

When she saw his cock swell, and she knew that he was about to come, she 
extended one dainty foot, and took the come all over her silver slipper. His 
cock stayed hard, and he did not stop pulling on it, as she had commanded. 

She walked on his chest, and gave him the shoe to suck, and he licked it 
clean, Then she took off both shoes, and, still standing on him, she knelt 
so that she could put the heel of one of them into his asshole. 

As he jerked off she squatted over him, and she worked the heel of the shoe 
in and out of his ass in time to the motions of his masturbation. 

"Does my little jerk-off boy like to play with his cock while his mistress 
fucks him in the ass with his shoe?" 

"Yes mistress," he said, and she smiled at him. As she worked the shoe in 
and out of his ass, and as he continued to play with his cock, she started 
to pinch and squeeze his balls, and her fingers were painful, but he did not 
waver in the pace with which he jerked himself. 

She wore now the chains around her ankles and the tops of her calves, the 
leather band at mid-thigh, the silver G-string, the black leather belt 
around her belly, and the band around her breasts. 

She was very hot, and she took off her G-string, and she spread her 
cunt-lips, and stood over him, taking the heel of her shoe out of his 
asshole. 

"Suck the heel that I have put up your asshole, you little worm, and look at 
my cunt, and long for it. Isn't it nice and hot and wet? Wouldn't you like 
to touch it and suck it for a long, long time? I know that you like to lick 
my asshole, and I am sure that if I let you, you would like to lick my 
cunt." 

He never stopped playing with his cock while she talked, and then she took 
off the band that was around her nipples, and she rubbed her hard little 
tits. She tossed the silver band aside, and then she took off the black 
leather belt that had been wrapped around her belly, and she rubbed it back 
and forth in her wet cunt, and soon it was shiny with her juice. 

She turned around, so that her ass was toward his face, but she made sure 
that he could not reach her with his mouth. She took the leather belt that 
she had wet with her juices, and she wrapped it around the base of his cock, 
below where he was jerking it. She pulled it tight, and she pulled until he 
moaned with the pain, and then she backed off, and just when he thought that 
it was over she would tighten the belt around his cock again. 

"Is my little boy going to come again for mama?" she said, and she sat down 
on his belly with her legs straight out, and she rubbed he cunt all over 
him. He was close to coming again, even though he had come so recently, and 
then she started to whip his chest with the belt that she held. 

He moaned, and she hit him harder and harder, and smiled as she saw that the 
red marks that she left on his chest did not make any difference to the pace 
with which he was jerking off. 

Sofia was watching, and she got so hot that she wanted a tongue on her cunt, 
and she looked at Sadie, who beckoned her over, and then Sadie put her shoes 
on again, still standing on her slave, and she knelt down, and she started 
to suck off her fellow mistress. 

Sofia stiffened as she felt the wet mouth of the woman who was sucking her 
go to work on her clit, and then Sadie reached a finger around and she 
slipped it up the asshole of her friend. She worked the finger back and 
forth, and all this time she was pushing the heels of her shoes into the 
belly of her slave. And he was playing with his hard cock this whole time, 
and she loved knowing that he would not stop jerking off until she told him 
to. 

Debby, in the cage, was writhing and shaking with lust, but her hands were 
tied, and she knew that she could do nothing to satisfy herself until she 
was allowed to by one of the women who were dominating her. 

Sadie was working her mouth all over the crotch of the taller woman, and 
Sofia was gasping and moving her hips, and grinding her cunt into the mouth 
of the hot cunt who was sucking her. Then she started to come, and after a 
few minutes of continuous climax she pushed Sadie' head away. 

Sadie stood now on the chest of her slave, and she began to touch her hard 
clit and to jerk off while her slave watched. Sofia, though she was tired 
from coming, knew that she had some passion left in her, and then she 
thought about Debby who was still in the cage, and she let her out and took 
off the ropes that bound her. 

"Does the slut want to fuck her brother," said Sofia, and Debby, whose cunt 
was wet, just nodded. Sofia looked at Sadie, who nodded, and Debby was 
allowed to sink down onto Cliff's hard cock. 

Sofia moved behind her step-daughter, and she started to hit her back with a 
thin whip, and Debby just moaned and gasped as she rode up and down on the 
cock of her brother. 

Sadie had come a few times, and she still stood on the chest of her slave, 
whose body was covered with the red marks that her heels had made as she 
walked up and down on him. Finally she stepped off, and then she got 
completely naked, and she took a jar of oil from her bag, and she began to 
oil her entire body. 

Sofia watched as her friend did this, and she got hotter than hell very 
quickly, and then the two mistresses got so hot that they flew into each 
other's arms, and Sofia took off her boots, and they left the siblings to 
fuck on the floor. 

Debby put a finger on her clit, and she rubbed it hard, and she started to 
come as if she had not come for years instead of the week for which she had 
been deprived of her pleasure. And Cliff shot again, and Debby loved that, 
and he stayed hard as a rock, and she rode him for a long time, having seen 
that the two mistresses were so involved with each other that they could not 
be bothered with the training of their slaves. 

Sofia lay on her back, and Sadie oiled her large tits, and rubbed the huge 
nipples sexily and she loved the smell of the cunt of her friend, which was 
so differdnt from her own, and soon the two women were completely covered 
with oil, and they rolled around the rug, sliding into things, and biting at 
each other like animals. They moved into a sixty-nine and they loved the way 
that their greased flesh felt as they slipped against each other. 

They were both opened wider than they had ever been, and they moaned like 
the bitches in heat that they were, and they slid against each other, and 
they thought that they had never been so aroused. That is, afterwards they 
thought that, for at the time that they were touching each other they had no 
time to think. 

Debby just kept coming, and finally they shiftedposition, and brother and 
sister began to suck. 

Debby took her brother's cock into her wet mouth, and she loved the way that 
it tasted as she sucked on it, loved the flavor of his semen and the juices 
of her cunt. And he buried his face in her pussy as if he had not eaten for 
weeks, and her cunt was the first food that he had found. She was wide-open, 
and burning up, and she was gooey and smelly. 

He lapped up her juices, and he thought that he could suck cunt for as long 
as any woman would let him. And Debby was wondering if her brother could 
come again, since he had just come twice, but she saw no signs of softening 
in his hard cock, and she just kept sucking him as climax after climax 
ripped through her. 

She kept an eye on the two mistresses, however, because she knew that they 
would punish her and Cliff if they caught them sucking each other without 
permission. But for the moment they were safe, since the two women were 
writhing around like two demented animals as they sucked each other on the 
rug. 

Debby reached behind her and squeezed her brother's balls, and he grunted, 
and she could tell that there was at least a chance of a second coming. Or 
rather, a third. But suddenly she heard a noise, and she realized that Sadie 
and Sofia had seen what their slaves were doing, and that they were upset. 

"Into the cage with her!" cried Sadie, and Debby was locked in soon. 

As she cowered in her wire enclosure Sadie, her body glistening with oil, 
took a crop and poked at her slave through the mesh. She used some of the 
oil to grease it up, and she shoved it up the asshole of her slave, and she 
pushed it up so hard that Debby screamed in agony. 

"That's it baby, scream for mama, since you have been so bad that I doubt 
that you will be allowed to come again for a long time. Scream baby since 
there is no one who will help you." 

Then Sadie pulled the rod out of her slave-girl's ass, and she made her lick 
it, and then she let her out of the cage, and shackled her wrists to the 
outside of the wire mesh. 

Sadie got down to the task of whipping her slut of a slave, and she loved 
the way that Debby's body jumped and quivered from the cuts that she gave it 
with the rod. Finally she stopped, and led Debby to her room, and tied her 
to the bed, and left her. Debby, who had come enough so that she was tired, 
fell asleep quickly despite the pain of the last punishment that she had 
received. 

When Sadie came back to the living room she found that Sofia was torturing 
the balls and cock of her son. She had clipped a powerful clamp to the head 
of his cock, and to this was attached a cord, and she had tied him down to 
the couch, and was making him play with his cock while she pulled on the 
cord, causing him terrible pain. 

'Are you going to come, you pig? The sooner you come the sooner you can be 
tied up back in your room. But as long as you don't come I am going to 
punish your cock." 

Cliff moaned, and his eyes were closed as he tried time and time again to 
come. But he just could not manage it, and every time that he thought that 
he had almost made it he slipped away, back from the edge. 

Then Sadie, who was so far gone with lust that she forgot about her strict 
provision that none of her slaves were supposed to suck her cunt, sat down 
on his face, and he sucked her, loving the mixture of oil and cunt-juice 
that slobbered all over his lips. 

The stimulation of her cunt in hs face was what he needed, and at last he 
was there, and then he shot, hard, into the air. Sadie rode his face for a 
short while longer, and then she got up off from him, and the clip was 
removed from his cock, which was finally going down. 

They tied him down again, and they went back to sucking each other off. And 
so the evening ended, and there were many more like itMany years later, over 
ten, when Sofia felt that she was slowing down, Cliff and Debby were allowed 
to leave the house where they had been slaves. But they had been so well 
trained that they soon found another mistress. 

Her name was Andrea, and she lived in the town where Cliff and Debby had 
spent so much time serving their dominant step-mother. She was in her 
mid-forties when they came to be her slaves, and she had moved to the suburb 
where she now lived a couple of years ago, and had spent most of her time 
dominating her two nephews. But they had finally moved away, and she had 
sought new slaves through her connections. 

She stood in front of Cliff, and she smiled down at him, and she looked with 
cruel, sadistic satisfaction at the leather cock-ring that was secured so 
tightly around his hard and throbbing cock. He was licking her bare feet, 
first one and then the other, and she loved the feeling of power that she 
had when she watched him. 

She rubbed the skull-and-crossbones that was tattooed just above her right 
breast, and which was half-concealed by the leather bra that she wore. Her 
stiff nipples stood out in the holes that were cut into her bra, and the 
silver studs that edged its border gleamed sexily in the harsh lights. 

Her toes were wet with the spittle of her slave, and she raised her right 
foot slightly, so that he could take her toes into his mouth. She pulled up 
a chair so that she could sit while he worshipped her feet, and, beneath the 
leather of the panties that she wore, the panties that matched her bra, her 
hot cunt was very, very wet. She slipped a hand under her panties, and she 
rubbed herself, and she moaned with the pleasure that she felt, the pleasure 
that was increased each second that her slave licked her feet. 

The thin cane that she held in one hand dangled loosely from her fingers. 

Then, simply to catch his breath, Cliff raised his head from the feet that 
he was licking. She looked down at his face, and her expression hardened. 

"What, slave! Did I give you permission to stop licking my toes. You shall 
have to be punished, and if you complain too much your punishment will only 
increase. Turn around, and get that ass of yours high into the air." 

Cliff did as he was told, and he buried his face in the rug, and his raised 
buttocks waited for the first cut of her cane. Though he knew that the pain 
was going to be bad, he felt mostly pleasure as he thought of how it would 
feel. All of the extensive training that he had received over the years, at 
the hands and the feet of his step-mother, and the various mistresses who 
were her friends, had made him a true submissive, ready and willing to 
serve. 

He heard the swish of the cane as it flew through the air, and then he felt 
the sharp and stinging pain as it bit into the tender flesh of his ass. His 
whole body quivered from the force of the blow, but he did not cry out, did 
not so much as gasp from the pain that he felt, so well-trained a slave was 
he. 

She hit him hard and steadily, until his ass was red and burning, and, 
though from time to time he would bite his lips to keep from crying out, not 
once did he scream or yell or complain. And, despite the pain and the 
leather ring that was pulled painfully tight around it, his cock was still 
hard and long and thick and ready, and a drop of juice gleamed like a pearl 
at its tip. 

Then she stopped whipping him, and he kept his face buried into the ground, 
because he knew that to move without her permission was against the rules of 
the game that he was playing, which had become, for him, really the very 
life that he was living. He heard her breathing, and he could smell her 
cunt, mixed in with the odor of the leather that she wore. She did not do a 
thing for about a minute, and he knew that she was waiting to see if he 
would move, so that she could punish him again. 

Then, when he hadn't move, he felt the sole of her right, bare foot grinding 
against his neck, and, as his mistress kept her foot there, holding him 
down, he felt her greasing up his asshole. 

Then he felt the head of the dildo at the entrance to his ass, and, even 
though he was used to taking things up his asshole, he was not prepared for 
the size of the rubber dong that she was working up his asshole. He moaned 
with the pain that he felt, and she laughed just loud enough so that he 
could hear it, and he knew that she was enjoying his humiliation, savoring 
it like a conoisseur enjoying a bottle of fine Bordeaux. 

Finally the dildo was all the way inside him, and she slapped a piece of 
tape across the entrance to his asshole to keep the implement in place. Then 
he felt the familiar feel of a studded collar of black leather being placed 
around his neck, and he heard the leash being snapped onto it. 

"Bark like the dog that you are. Bark for your mistress, you little pig." 

He sent up a chorus of howls that would have done justice to a troop of 
hungry coyotes, and she spanked him a little while he yowled for her, and 
she loved the way that he looked with the dildo up his ass, and the collar 
around his neck, and the ring pulled tight around his cock. 

She was getting so hot from what she was doing to her slave that she knew 
that she would need some relief, and need it soon, for the aching and 
burning pressure that had built up in her cunt. She sat down, and she pulled 
off her panties, and she rubbed them over his face, and told him to lick 
them. 

He loved the taste and the smell of the thick juices that had oozed from her 
cunt, and had coated the inside of her leather panties, and he also loved 
the taste and the smell of the leather, and he sucked on her panties for a 
long, long time. 

Then she grabbed him by the hair, hard and painfully, and she pulled his 
face into her wet cunt. She did not usually allow her slaves the honor of 
sucking her off, but she was so hot that she was making an exception. But 
she was not going to allow him to stop sucking her until she was completely 
satisfied, and she and he both knew that that would take a long time. 

He started to lick at her cunt, and he alternated between the wet, smelly 
hole of her cunt, and her hard clit, which throbbed with passion when he 
touched it with his tongue. She was moaning, and very hot. 

Her eyes were closed, and one of her hands was underneath the leather of her 
bra, stroking her hard nipples, that felt to her as if they were going to 
burst with the desire that was running through her, consuming her, burning 
her up like liquid fire. Then she opened her eyes, and she looked down at 
her slave. 

"Lick my asshole, you little worm. Rim me, and rim me good, and you are not 
to go back to licking my cunt, like I know you want to, until I say that you 
can." 

She shifted her hips slightly, and then she felt his tongue on her rear, and 
she farted gently, having saved the gas for the moment when her slave would 
be allowed to rim her. He grunted, and she knew that he liked the foul gas 
that was in his face now. Then she felt his tongue probing up into her, 
licking her asshole. She knew that he liked the taste of her ass, and she 
let him rim her for a long time. 

But then the aching burning in her cunt was too much for her to bear, and so 
she told him that he could go back to sucking her off, and he dived back 
into her cunt itself. She was really steamy now, and the thick, rich juices 
were flowing oh so freely from her hot cunt. He was licking her busily, 
never lifting his head, though by now his mouth was sore from all of the 
licking and the sucking that he had given to the cunt of his mistress. 

She closed her eyes, and she started to moan, and though she was always 
careful not to show any pleasure in front of her slaves, now she was too far 
gone with desire to care. And so she let Cliff suck her off for a long time, 
and she thought about Debby, who was locked in the room where she was bound 
to the bed, and she knew that she would get good service from her two slaves 
for a long time. 

The suburb was quiet, and it was a nice night, and the lawyers and the 
doctors and their pretty wives and their children sat and watched TV, and 
cheered when a man was ripped in two with machine-gun fire, and mutterred 
about immorality when they saw the bikini-clad tits of the latest sex symbol 
of the jiggle show. 

EPILOGUE 

And Sofia, though she had slowed down as she grew old, and though her 
slaves, the two step-children who had served her so well, had left, still 
enjoyed being dominant from time to time. Though, of course, she still liked 
to dominate her husband, she had found a couple of young men who liked the 
dominant grand-mother figure that she had become. Her massive tits sagged a 
little now, but somehow that was just part of the fetish that her slaves 
liked. 

Jeff bent in front of her, and licked her toes. She looked down at his 
tongue on her shoes, and she sighed, and she rubbed one of the swollen 
nipples of her hard tits. Her cunt was wet, for he had been serving her for 
a long time, and the cruel clip that she had attached to the swollen purple 
head of his cock had not diminished the impressive size of his erection. 

To the clip was attached a cord, and she held it in her right hand, and she 
pulled on it from time to time, and she laughed as he winced when she did 
that. But she had trained him well, and no screams came from his mouth, and 
he did not waver in his task of licking on her toes. She held a riding crop 
in the hand that was not holding the cord that was attached to the clip on 
his cock, and she thought about whipping him some more, but her own lusts 
were overcoming her. 

She turned the crop in her hand, and she started to rub its handle against 
her hard clit. She sighed and gasped with pleasure when she did that, and 
then she stopped for a moment, and she took the clip from her slave's cock, 
and she ordered him to play with his cock while she rubbed herself with the 
handle of the crop. 


THE END
