Melissa's Bondage Debut
by A. De Granamour


Chapter One 

At thirty-one, Deborah Anders had attained the long-coveted post of 
personnel director of the Clorby Dineries, Inc., a chain of seven excellent 
home-type restaurants located in Marin County between San Leandro and 
Oakland. Philip Clorby, the founder, now in his early sixties, no longer 
took quite such an active part in his business and spent much of his time 
traveling and adding to his costly art collection, leaving operational 
management to his handsome blonde daughter-in-law, Gloria. His son Mark, 
much to the old man's disappointment, had decided to go into public 
relations and had his own agency, steadfastly refusing to take over the 
business. And fortunately for Deborah, Gloria Clorby was a dear friend and 
had even, on several memorable occasions, invited the striking brunette 
dominatress to her own bed for torrid bouts of girlfucking. 

To be sure, Gloria was a switch-hitter and the brief affair was really based 
on Gloria's curiosity and experimentation with pussy-rubbing and delicious 
love games with mouth and tongue, since her husband Mark was also an 
intellectual and would never have dreamed of putting his tongue against his 
passionate wife's clit. Four years ago, Gloria had been obliged to ask 
Deborah to stay overtime one Saturday night because everything had gone 
wrong at two of the restaurants in Oakland. At about two in the morning when 
things had finally been put under control and both beauties were exhausted, 
Gloria had driven Deborah home in her Lincoln Continental and then suggested 
a shower, a drink and bed in that order. And under the shower in the 
expensively tiled and mirrored bathroom of Mark Clorby's two-level 
ranch-type house in the Oakland hills, blonde Gloria had shivered with 
sexual delight as she saw Deborah's olive-skinned longlegged, high breasted 
body come bare. Putting her hands on Deborah's oval-shaped saucy asscheeks, 
she had forked her pert pink tongue between Deborah's lips and huskily 
murmured, "I've just got to fuck you, Deborah, you're so gorgeous I could 
eat you up!" 

Deborah hadn't minded at all, because she'd always despised men, ever since 
Tommy Nelson had tried to take her cherry at the high school prom as his 
expected reward for having squired her to that affair. An only child and 
left considerable money by her importer parents, Deborah had gone on to a 
girls' college where her year-older red-haired roommate Karen Johnson had 
initiated her into the sweet joys of muff-diving and cunny-grinding which 
could bring about hot come without any such annoying involvements as a male 
cock. But, just to show Deborah that even there a woman could have it all 
over a man, Karen had later during the initiatory period produced an 
amazingly realistic rubber dildo and herself had taken Deborah's cherry. 

Deborah had worked for the Clorby chain for seven years now, and although 
she had enough money from her inheritance so that she really didn't have to 
work for a living, she had purposely sought a job that would get her into 
contact with others of her own sex. She knew that the Clorby organization 
had a reputation for hiring only pretty young waitresses and training them 
intensively. So she applied, readily got the job and was within a year 
promoted to hostess of the restaurant in San Leandro where she had begun her 
Clorby career. And of course after Gloria had singled her out for pussy 
favors, Deborah's ascent on the ladder of executive success with the chain 
had been rapid. 

Deborah Anders was five feet seven and a half inches in height, svelte and 
lithe. She had a Eurasian look, what with her highset cheekbones, 
high-arching forehead, her delicately aquiline nose with thin, flaring 
wings, and a haughty, small mouth whose upper lip was riper and curled in a 
compelling mien of autocratic domination. Indeed, her exotic face had much 
to do with her success as a dominatress, and that was why she particularly 
relished her new post as personnel directress. It meant that she would be 
responsible for the firing and hiring all of the waitresses, female cooks 
and other female personnel (even girl busboys were used at Clorby's), and as 
a consequence she could involve those whose physical charms excited her in 
tests of compliance and submissiveness which would not only help them keep 
their jobs but most exciting of all give her burning lesbian passions all 
the outlets they required for her complete fulfillment. 

Since she lived by herself and was reasonably frugal in her living expenses, 
together with her inheritance she had saved a great deal of money and 
invested a good part of it in an elegant house on the outskirts of San 
Leandro. It was a kind of Gothic house, even to an attic, and there were not 
many neighbors near her, an ideal situation for Deborah in which to pursue 
her quest of tasty novitiate pussy. In the basement, she had reconstructed a 
kind of medieval dungeon, complete with a tall pillory, stocks with a low 
hard footstool in front of them and whose surface was studded with tiny 
hard-rubber spikes, a low padded-leather bench with attaching and buckling 
straps, and other devices calculated to heighten her carnal joys of 
conquering a timid but nonetheless novice. At times this dungeon was used 
for punishment, when one or another of the charming waitresses of the Clorby 
staff had complaints registered against them which required personal 
interviews with Deborah or again, as Deborah herself was eagerly 
anticipating, became the scene of operation for the interview itself with a 
newcomer to the organization who would have to prove her submission and 
humility to her dominating superior. 

Since the house was large and had two stories beside the attic, Deborah 
required a housekeeper, and so she had hired about a year ago (six months 
after acquiring the house and having it remodeled) a very provocative 
eighteen-year-old girl who had run away from her home in Des Moines a year 
ago, had actually got a job as a busgirl at one of the Clorby restaurants 
and then had been caught trying to steal from the cash register. Deborah had 
intervened, taken Louis Dalmar to her house and there given her no 
alternative. Either Louise would agree to work for her and be her slave, or 
else she would not only receive a prison sentence for theft but to begin 
with would have to endure a very severe spanking for her crime. The 
sullenfaced, pretty coppery-haired girl had grudgingly agreed to work for 
Deborah, and this April Thursday evening, indeed, she was down in the 
basement dungeon with her autocratic mistress... who was about to enjoy some 
immediate pussy-passion from her conquered slavegirl while at the same time 
imagining what it was going to be like when she finally got delicious, 
virginal Melissa Adams into her clutches. 

 Chapter Two 

After having served supper to her mistress, Louise had been given the order, 
"Go downstairs and prepare yourself, slave," and the sulky, voluptuous 
teenaged redhead had blushed, lowered her eyes and then deferentially 
murmured, "Yes, mistress." It had taken about three weeks to teach Louise 
how to be humble and how to address Deborah with the respect the dominatress 
wished, three weeks of bare-ass spankings, long and painful bondage 
sessions, isolation in a dark closet with only bread and water shoved 
through a pull-out panel at the bottom of the door, before she at last 
realized that complete obedience to every one of Deborah's sexual whims was 
the only way to save her pale-milk-skinned flesh from anguish in the many 
inventive ways Deborah had for punishing her prey. 

As a matter of fact, even now as Deborah sat in her study and quickly went 
over a number of employment applications whose writers would either be 
summoned for a private interview or else sent a letter of rejection because 
their background did not suit the Clorby hiring policy, enjoyed the savoring 
anticipation of knowing that her slavegirl was at this very moment kneeling 
on her palms with head bowed, naked except for spikeheeled black leather 
pumps, gunmetal-grey nylons and a cobwebby black satin-elastic garter, belt, 
and would continue to wait there humbly and in penitence until such time as 
she deigned to descend the narrow stairway leading from the butler's pantry 
down into the basement-dungeon and there begin Louise's expiation for those 
misdemeanors of which Deborah had adjudged her guilty this afternoon and 
early evening. 

There was, for example, the little matter of dropping a butter dish and 
cracking it while serving supper this evening. But that had been prefaced by 
what Deborah considered an insolent and snippy reply when she had entered 
her house at five-thirty after coming home from work, and still further, 
this morning, by Louise's sulkiness and lack of alacrity in helping her 
dress. Each one of these faults would be carefully ticked off and accounted 
for in the methodical and elaborate punishment seance which Deborah was 
already devising in her ingenious lesbian mind. Of course, a good sound 
spanking, on the naked, surprisingly plump and spacious cheeks of Louise's 
very tender and mobile ass. Then a little session on the bondage rack, 
blindfolded and gagged, and with weights dangling from the lips of Louise's 
pussy, held there by little rubberized clamps with rows of tiny spikes which 
gnawed and bit the sweet cuntflesh of her love-slave. And then of course an 
exercise in humility which usually comprised lying flat on the floor with 
her hands gripping Deborah's boots while she slithered towards her mistress 
and painstakingly licked each of Deborah's boots from toe to ankle until 
Deborah could see her own reflection in the gleaming kid which caressed her 
long elegant legs to midthigh. 

Deborah was wearing her dominatress costume now, for a separate closet 
adjoining her study room contained several such outfits. This evening she 
had put on a red kid bodysheath, which took her just at the beginning of her 
tits, had cutouts to expose the nipples which she had already tinted with 
purple lipstick and which of course Louise would later be permitted to suck 
and lick in gratitude for being let off the rest of her punishment, and then 
fitted her down to the hips, with a special web-panty attachment which 
gussetted her between her thighs and pressed delightfully snugly against the 
thick black muff of her sensual cunthole. Her long shapely arms were 
similarly encased to the shoulder in matching gloves, while her elegant 
mid-thigh-long kid boots with their five-inch spike heels elevated her to 
towering stature and made her even more autocratic than she was. Her black 
hair was cropped short, like a mans, and green eyeshadow accentuated the 
widely spaced, large gray-green eyes which had such magnetic compulsion when 
staring down at the quivering, genuflecting red-haired teenager or of course 
at some of the new employees who were either bein g interviewed or punished 
as the case might be. 

Lighting a cigarette and putting it into a long ivory holder, she studied 
the last folder in the pile, that of Melissa Adams, and her gray-green eyes 
narrowed and glowed with a lustful anticipation. In her mind's eye, she was 
seeing dark-brown-haired, sweet-faced Melissa stretched naked on the rack, 
perhaps wearing only gossamer-sheer black nylons up to her pussy, whose lips 
would be lewdly yawned apart by the obscene stretching of her legs on the 
apparatus, and whose beautiful big round closely spaced virgin tits would be 
standing up like marble globes waiting for the kisses of her little 
three-thonged tittie whip, which she also used with exquisite dexterity 
between a girl's hugely straddled bare thighs. Almost invariably, no matter 
how courageous a girl was, no matter how well she could take a spanking on 
the bare ass, when Deborah went to work on tits and pussy with her black 
shorthandled leather "persuader", as she whimsically called it, there was 
almost no one who could hold out and not agree tearfully to do anything in 
the world Deborah wanted, from licking her boots to licking her pussy and 
allowing herself to rub cunt to cunt in sweet tribastic surrender. 

Melissa Adams was twenty, about five feet six inches in height, but with a 
gloriously opulent figure. She had baby-pink skin, round supply thighs and a 
magnificent ass which comprised two upstandingly rounded, tightly spaced 
cheeks ideally made for spanking and whipping, pinching and goosing. There 
was no doubt that she was a virgin, according to the questionnaire she had 
painstakingly answered two weeks ago in Deborah's office. She lived with an 
elderly aunt near Jack London Square in Oakland, and she had two years of 
business college, and then the family fortunes had collapsed with the 
accidental death of her father and her mother's subsequent illness, partly 
caused by grief. Because of the lack of funds and the fact that her aunt 
lived on a small pension, Melissa had had to cut short her college and go to 
work. She hopefully thought of doing clerical work in the Clorby chain, but 
Deborah had cunningly persuaded her that she could make much more money as a 
waitress, especially with tips because she was so sweet and demure customers 
would be sure to tip well. 

She had been working for exactly a week, and already there were several 
complaints. Melissa got upset when she had too many orders given to her at 
one time, made mistakes in serving, and although she was patient and 
apologetic for her mistakes, she wasn't quite up to the Clorby standard. A 
good talking to would help, but Deborah knew perfectly well that once she 
got Melissa into her clutches here at home, she wouldn't be able to keep her 
hands off that juicy piece of virgin cunt. She had the wild hope that she 
might even be able to persuade delicious Melissa to come live with her as a 
second housekeeper so that she would share Louise's duties and thus both of 
them could be on hand to satisfy the raging lusts of the black-haired 
dominatress. 

She crushed out her cigarette now and closed her eyes for a moment as she 
thought of the delicious pictures which this thought evoked: both Louise and 
Melissa kneeling at her feet, both naked except for pumps and nylons and 
garterbelts, Melissa with her dark-brown hair flowing down almost to the 
middle of her back, with Louise's coppery tresses coifed into a single thick 
braid which was delightful to pull and jerk about to command the redhead to 
do this or that ignominious task of salutation and homage to Deborah's boot 
or pussy as the dominatress willed. Both of them at her mercy, Louise bent 
over a spanking stool with wrists and ankles tightly strapped and a wider 
strap buckled round her waist so that her bottom jutted out invitingly for a 
leather sole or perhaps a good whipping with a five-thonged martinet, while 
at the same time Melissa, blindfolded and sobbing with fright in her 
suspense, would be posed on her knees astraddle a square teakwood block set 
on a dais, her wrist drawn behind her back and bound to an iron ring set on 
the surface of the dais itself, her ankles equally ringed and cords tied 
around the hollows of her knees and thence round the block to immobilize 
her. This pose would thrust out both cunt and titties, but of course her 
tempting, juicy pinksheened ass was also vulnerable to whatever Deborah 
would plan. What delicious nights could be enjoyed with the possession of 
two such bodyslaves! 

Shivering with voluptuous anticipation, the black-haired personnel director 
of Clorby Dineries, Inc. abruptly rose from her desk and strode towards the 
door, en route to the dungeon. 

 Chapter Three 

Before entering the dungeon, Deborah Anders put on a black Venetian 
facemask, and armed herself with a thin, whippy cravache, whose short handle 
gave way to a fourteen-inch long tapering thong split at the very end to 
make two viciously flicking tips that would sting exquisitely and make 
Louise's naked body wriggle in the most fascinating gyrations. In her gloved 
left palm was the key to the basement door, and as she unlocked it, she 
smiled to herself to think of what Louise must be feeling at this moment, 
worrying about what the punishment would be and what would come afterwards. 
The little bitch had proved to be exceptionally passionate, once her 
sulkiness and resistance had been broken. Now she seemed to try to exert 
herself to escape lengthy sessions of spanking and preferred gamahuching or 
pussyrubbing to torturing moments on the whipping bench or over the spanking 
stool or in the pillory. 

This evening, however, Deborah had already decided that she was going to 
make Louise enact the fantasy of her anticipated first meeting with gorgeous 
virginal timid Melissa. She approached quietly and slowly, her eyes feasting 
on the sight of Louise's beautifully hollowed bare back, and of the 
occasional shivers which rippled through the almost naked body of the 
teenaged redhead. Kneeling on one's palms for a long time on the hard old 
stone floor of this basement-dungeon was, Deborah well knew, an enervating 
experience; it prepared Louise's psyche for total submission while at the 
same time terrifying her as the fanciful ways her mistress's ideas for 
causing exquisite lesbian suffering were conceived. As she came closer, she 
heard the girl catch her breath and then Louise stammered in an almost 
tearful voice, "I'm ready, dear mistress, for my punishment, and I ask your 
forgiveness." 

"It will be granted after you have been punished, not before, you naughty 
girl," Deborah hissed, "so now I want you to turn around and crawl forward, 
still with your knees on your palms, to my feet and then lick my boots 
nicely till I can see my own image in them. Be quick about it!" 

Louise gasped a quavery "Y-yes, m-mistress!" as she hastened to obey. Bowing 
her head as low as she could, she extended her dainty pink tongue and began 
to rub it lingeringly over the polished surfaces of the gleaming boots. When 
Deborah was quite satisfied with the degree of humiliation she had achieved, 
she sharply ordered, "Go to that chest, open it, and bring me the pear gag, 
the discipline corset, and those lengths of white felt cord, and hurry if 
you don't want your punishment doubled!" 

Louise's lower lip had already begun to tremble, and tears glistened in her 
dilated dark-blue eyes. It was evident that she had tasted the discipline 
corset before and had no wish to renew its acquaintance, nonetheless, she 
hurried to obey, and returned with the required articles of bondage. Then, 
at Deborah's harsh command, she stood up with arms held out in cross so that 
the discipline corset might be imposed on her pale-white skinned body. It 
was covered inside with scratchy horsehair, and it had been specially made 
by a leather-goods maker whom Deborah had met in Oakland about a year ago 
and who shared Deborah's love for bondage discipline, since the woman 
herself had two young nieces on whom she fitted her models and subsequently 
derived her own lustful joys from having them gam her pussy and rub with her 
on pain of good hard spankings on the bare behind. The corset took Louise 
just under her tits and went down as far as the tops of her thighs, was 
locked by snap fasteners and then cinched in at top and middle and hem by 
three narrow but very strong buckling straps. Finally, Deborah went behind 
the quivering redhead and carefully guided the gusseting strap between 
Louise's legs, which the girl obediently straddled wide to permit this 
maneuver. The strap was then pulled tight up against her cunt and chafed her 
asshole as well, locking into place with an extra large snap fastener 
located at about her navel. On the several previous occasions when Louise 
had worn this garment, she had made the mistake of trying to ease the 
agonizing scratching of that gusset-strap against her tender cunt and 
bumhole, and she had received a sound spanking and then been forced to wear 
it all night long while her arms had been tied high above her head to force 
her to stand on tiptoe, gagged and blindfolded until the next morning. 

The next order was for Louise to kneel and stretch her arms out behind her 
back as far as she could. This done, Deborah coolly stepped behind her 
quivering slavegirl and began to bind the strong white felt cords round and 
round the lovely naked arms from wrists to just beyond the elbow. Next, 
taking one of the cords, she bound one end of it to Louise's thick braid, 
and made the other end fast to the last binding at the girl's elbows. This 
forced Louise with a gasp of discomfort to tilt back her head and at the 
same time to keep her arms stretched painfully out behind her lest she tug 
cruelly at her scalp. Finally, another length of cord bound the redhead's 
knees together. 

The virtue of this discipline corset was that at the back it went down only 
so far as the chinkbone, thus leaving the redhead's naked asscheeks 
completely unprotected for its spanking or whipping. "Now then, you naughty 
girl," Deborah pronounced with savoring joy, "this is for being saucy when I 
came in the house this evening. You acted almost as if you were my equal, 
and you know that was a dreadful mistake, don't you now, Louise?" 

"Y-yes, m-mistress," Louise gasped tears beginning to run down her flushed 
cheeks. "I'll be good, I'm sorry, oh please, this hurts just like the 
dickens, please don't keep my arms tied like this, it hurts me!" 

"It's meant to, you silly little bitch! Now then, I'm going to give you 
twenty good hard spanks on the bare behind, and you're going to count them 
out and say thank you after each, you understand?" Deborah pronounced. 
Moving behind the softly sobbing culprit, she picked an oval-shaped leather 
paddle and dealt Louise a solid, resonant smack across the upper right 
summit of her clinching, pale-milk-skinned asscheeks. A wail of pain 
followed by a babbled, "One, th-thank you, m-mistress," was wrested from the 
redhead's trembling lips, as wildly about on her knees, while her arms 
involuntarily jerked, thus adding new torment by yanking at her own hair. 

By the twentieth spank, Louise was in tears and her bottom was a flaming 
red. She could not help jerking her arms each time the paddle landed with a 
resounding crack on her naked ass, and she was interspersing her cries and 
tears with abject pleas for pardon. 

By this time, Deborah was sexually excited, and she paused long enough to 
unfasten the gusseting strap of her own corset, and thus bared the shaggy 
black fleece and the soft twitching pink lips of her ardent cunt. "If you 
want me to remit any of your punishment, bend your head down and start 
licking my clit till I come, bitch. If you do it nicely, I might let you off 
the last of your punishments, but it's up to you," she warned the sobbing 
girl. 

With a frantic whimpering sob, Louise crawled to her domineering mistress. 
The bondage nuance of having her stretch her arms well behind her back and 
out, then affixing the braid of hair to her wristbonds had effected an 
excruciatingly painful pose. For Louise to bow her head and begin to gam her 
mistress as just ordered, it was necessary for her to tilt her arms upwards 
all she could so as to ease the painful traction on her scalp; but at the 
same time, this at once aggravated the muscular tension in her 
shoulderblades and upper arms, and the grimace of pain which at once 
appeared on her exquisitely lovely, sulky, sensual face enchanted the 
brooding dominatress. 

Very slowly, glancing nervously back to make sure of her posture, Louise 
raised her bound wrists behind her as high as she could, while at the same 
time approaching her trembling mouth towards the luxuriant black fleece of 
Deborah Anders' cunthole. The latter, straddling her legs imposingly, her 
gloved left hand on her hip, stared greedily down at the teenaged red-haired 
slavegirl, foreseeing that she would soon have before her, perhaps in just 
such a tortuous posture, the virginal and ingenuous Melissa Adams. 

Louise implanted a fervent kiss of homage on the fleshy vulva, and Deborah 
Anders sighed with gratification. "Continue, but slowly, slave," she hissed. 

In her right hand, Deborah Anders gripped the thick stock handle of her 
whippy cbonwhe, and amused herself by flicking the perspiring pale-milky 
back and shoulders of the genuflecting naked teenager. Louise gasped and 
squirmed uneasily, and pursued her gamahuching task with greater zeal than 
ever, fearful of the cruel kisses of this punishment implement which she had 
once endured on her titties and the insides of her thighs soon after she had 
come to work for the dominatress. Indeed, she had hysterically averred at 
that session that she would infinitely rather be spanked on the bare ass 
twice as hard rather than endure the biting, ferreting flicks of the supple 
leather whip on such tender regions of her girlish anatomy. 

Now, to Deborah's delight, she felt Louise's soft pink tongue rub over the 
rims of her cunthole, then veer to the top where the tip prodded the 
turgifying button of her clit. A low moan of pleasure escaped her, a sound 
which told the fearful naked teenager that her homage was satisfactory to 
her tyrannical mistress. Arching her back even more exaggeratedly while at 
the same time thrusting her bound arms up to the highest maximum angle 
possible, Louise pursued her obeisance with even more abject fervor. 

"Harder, faster, you little bitch!" the dominatress throatily purred as she 
directed a pernicious flick of the cbonwhe against Louise's naked left side, 
just under the ripe milky coral tipped tittie. With a groan, Louise replied, 
"Y-yes, ooh, m-mistress!" but her subservient answer was muffled and almost 
unintelligible because she had crushed her panting young mouth against 
Deborah's twitching, moist cunt-hole, while her tongue burrowed frenetically 
to prod the swelling module of her mistress's clit back into the protective 
cowl of soft sensitive pussy flesh, then let it spring back out, throbbing 
with growing excitement. 

Deborah smiled cruelly, understanding her slave-girl only too well, by dint 
of arduous and enthusiastic compliance, the girl hoped she would forget the 
other punishments promised. The black-haired despot savored keeping her 
captive in suspense, for it always added to her own pleasures, and tonight 
would be no different. 

Now, feeling herself drawn close to hot girl-come, Deborah leaned forward 
and with her gloved left hand gripped the thick coppery braid of her 
kneeling naked slavegirl and give it a cruel little yank, while commanding, 
"Suck now, suck my clit right into your mouth and love it up good or I'll 
give you twenty on your big titties with my persuader!" 

Louise groaned and squirmed, her eyes bulging and glassy with tears of pain 
and fear, and hastened to comply; the slushing sounds further excited the 
black-haired dominatress, and as she felt her clit being sucked into 
Louise's panting mouth and then caressed by the tip of that pert young 
tongue, she closed her eyes and shuddered violently, her superb titties 
rising and falling spasmodically, the nipples darkening and stiff with lust 
as she foresaw how gentle, shy Melissa Adams would be equally forced to such 
servile compliance. 

But her grip on Louise's braid was not relinquished; she continued to tug a^ 
it all the while the sobbing, whimpering naked red-haired teenager 
frantically sucked and licked in desperate effort to bring about her 
mistress's come so as to terminate her suffering. Purposely, Deborah Anders 
used all her self control to hold back from that blissful moment, and it was 
sweet torture for her to stand domineeringly, with legs obscenely spread, 
seeing, hearing and feeling her slavegirl's feverish submission to her 
imperious will. 

But at last the tensions had mounted to the very brink of her cunt's ardent 
abyss, and she uttered a raucous groan of pleasure as she felt herself drawn 
over the edge. With a last vicious yank on Louise's braid which drew a 
shrill cry of pain from the squirming naked captive, she achieved her hot, 
furious spend, and at once felt her slave lap and slush up the tangy juices 
of her come, a further demonstration of the complete degree of obedience to 
which she had compelled the teenager, and one to which she intended to force 
Melissa Adams as well. 

Languidly now, Deborah Anders strolled over to a loveseat near the door of 
the basement-dungeon, sprawled at her ease in it, and reached over to take a 
cigarette from the silver humidor, while her eyes contemplated, glowing and 
narrowed, the kneeling, naked, trembling figure of her penitent young slave, 
girl. Then she deigned to address Louise: "That was well done, slave. Now 
that you've been punished for your snippy attitude tonight when I came home, 
you have still two punishments left, remember? The one for being so sulky 
and not helping me dress promptly, and then for cracking one of my prize 
dishes. You are going to be here quite a while, I think." 

"Ohh, oh I beg of you, please let me off, oh don't s-spank me anymore, 
please, mistress," Louise sobbed, twisting about on her knees to face the 
seated despot, jerking uneasily at her bound wrists and momentarily 
forgetting that their least movement yanked her hairbraid and sent hot 
twinges through her tender scalp; instantly, her face twisted in a grimace 
of discomfort as she was at once reminded of the risk, and tears began to 
flow down her flushed cheeks. 

"Quiet, or I'll double your quota," Deborah Anders snapped. She was thinking 
about future evenings, with Melissa Adams added to this delightful scene. 
Two girls at once would give her endless opportunities for inventing 
elaborate bondage sessions, penances and punishments, for pitting one girl 
against the other in a contest whose result had only one end in view: her 
own gloating, sadistic pleasure and the certain distress of the loser. 

Louise subsided, but could not control her sniffles as she dolefully awaited 
her mistress's capricious decision as to what ordeal was next in store for 
her pale whitesheened twitching flesh. Her asscheeks were still swollen and 
a dark-red from the crisp twenty swats of the leather paddle, and the mere 
thought of more spanking made her perspire with agony-sweat, while her eyes 
were huge and blurred with tears as they fixed beseechingly on the haughty 
aristocratic face of the woman in the loveseat beyond her. 

For a long moment Deborah savored her cigarette, fully aware of the mounting 
anxiety of the lovely teen-aged girl beyond her, waiting so miserably for a 
sign of what was to befall her. Then at last she drawled, "Perhaps I would 
be inclined to let you off a little of your account if you would agree to 
help me with a new girl whom I want to have serve me here, Louise." 

"Oh, yes, I'll do anything you tell me to, honest I will," Louise babbled, 
her eyes enormously dilated as she strove to win even the slightest respite 
from her suffering tonight. 

"I'm sure you'll try. Well, we'll see, my dear. Now crawl here to me so I 
can untie your wrists and hair, then I'll get you ready for the second dose 
you've got coming," the dominatress at last decreed. Hastily, Louise crawled 
to the loveseat, then turned around while Deborah Anders bent to her and 
expertly untied the felt cords. Then she snapped, "Stand up and put your 
arms in cross and spread your legs." 

When the girl had quickly obeyed, she stared greedily at Louise's pussy, 
which was tightly snugged by the gusseting strap of the discipline corset. 
Beckoning her slave closer, she leaned forward to unfasten the snap, then 
ordered Louise to turn and tucked the strap into a sewn-on leather loop at 
the back of the cuirass, so that the girl would have no protection of either 
pussy or asshole for the ensuing chastisement. 

The next command was the worst of all: "Bring me my persuader, in your 
teeth, slave!" 

"Ohhhh! Oh I beg of you, mistress, please, not the per-persuader, "Louise 
tearfully groaned, wringing her hands as she clasped them before her in an 
attitude of prayerful petition. 

"Perhaps you would like double the number of spanks I propose to give you, 
then?" was the guileful alternative. 

Louise definitely wouldn't, and she sank down on her knees-again, a lesson 
learned at the cost of many a sound spanking to her voluptuous young naked 
ass-and hurried back to the chest from which she had brought out the corset, 
the pear gag and the cords. As she reached it, Deborah called after her, "I 
didn't use the pear gag, but I shall this time, so bring that too and 
hurry!" 

Opening the chest and with a last forlorn look back at the black-haired 
dominatress with the implausible hope of softening her heart, Louise reached 
down and hesitantly picked up the "persuader," with its six-inch heavy 
handle and a thin sinuous black leather thong about a foot long, split at 
the end into three cruelly pointed tips, each about 3 inches in length. 
Taking the handle between her teeth and holding the pear gag in one hand, 
she crawled back to her executioner, new tears rolling down her flushed 
cheeks. 

"Now, open your mouth," Deborah ordered, and when the teenager had obeyed, 
she applied the pear gag firmly, then attached the straps fixed to each side 
of the front of this device round Louise's neck. A third strap was attached 
by snapfastener from the middle of that reunited double strap at the back of 
the neck, over the top of the girl's head and Snapped into place against the 
protruding metal snap at the tip of the rubber gag. But to reinforce this 
and also to add to Louise's humiliation, Deborah Anders now reached behind 
the cushion propped up against the back of the loveseat and drew out a pair 
of white nylon panties, still soiled from her having urinated into them just 
after supper. Her nostrils flaring superciliously, she leaned forward with 
Louise still docilely kneeling facing her, and wound them round the girls 
mouth and tied them with a tight knot at the back of her neck, thus assuring 
the immutable placement of the gag. 

The reason for this gag was at once to be vouchsafed to the unhappy naked 
teenager. She had tugged the persuader out of Louise's mouth before imposing 
the peargag, laid it down on the arm of the loveseat, and now took it up in 
her gloved right hand. Louise's eyes grew huge with terror, and she 
recoiled, a stifled whimper exuding through the gag. "Now then, Louise, the 
black-haired imperatrix drawled with husky anticipation in her arrogant 
voice, "I'm going to test your submission. I want you to stand up, stretch 
your arms in cross and spread your legs as far as you can get them. You are 
going to get a dozen cuts of the persuader right up between your bare legs!" 

"Mmrrimff-ahhouhhmmihghghghgg!!" Louise wailed at this atrocious sentence. 
Her nostrils dilated and clenched, one could see the exquisite pulse 
throbbing in the soft hollow of her milky throat, and also in the erratic 
rise and fall of her superb naked tits-targets which, Deborah promised 
herself, would certainly not be neglected tonight. 

"Stop that silly noise! Now listen closely-twelve-and it could easily have 
been two dozen, do you hear me?" she chided the weeping girl. "Twelve, and 
you will count each one by stamping first your right pump on the floor, then 
your left. If you forget to do that, my dear, the cut won't count-be warned. 
Oh yes, one thing more-if you dare drop your arms to rub your pussy, the 
count will go back by two-remember that too, Now, are you ready?" 

Moaning and trembling, poor Louise resigned herself to the inevitable. Legs 
lasciviously straddled, swaying in her tortured suspense and enervation, her 
arms extended levelly on either side of her, she faced Deborah from about a 
distance of a foot, but the dominatress now gestured to her to move back a 
few inches, till she was assured of the range. "Get ready!" she hissed 
exultantly, then drew back the little whip and with a deft movement of her 
gloved right wrist, flicked it out between the milky thighs of her captive, 
drawing the handle upwards as she did so. The "Splatt!" which the three 
leather tips made against the perineal groove, that shadowy furrow 
connecting cunt and asshole, was one that titillated her own furious lusts; 
but even more did Louise's shrill muffled yowl against the gag. Conquering 
her agony and the instinct to rub the wounded region, the unfortunate 
redhead stamped first right foot, and then left, and, at Deborah's sign, 
resumed her straddled pose, arms wavering perceptibly, while floods of new 
tears poured down her cheeks. 

"That was one, and not too bad, my dear," Deborah purred. "Now spread your 
legs a bit more-ah, that's fine-and keep those arms straight in line, and 
stretched as far as you can-good-now then-" 

Fttwhttt-splatt! A second time, the little whip darted between poor Louise's 
shaking thighs, this time the three pointed tips bit diabolically against 
the girl's plump asshole rosette. 

"Ummahghhghmfmfmfuouuuuummmgg!!" Louise wailed, and dropped her hands at 
once, plunging them behind her to rub shamelessly the excoriated rosebud of 
her virgin asshole. 

"I'm ashamed of you, you naughty child," Deborah chided. "Now we shall have 
to start all over again-that move with your hands cost you two cuts, and you 
forgot to count, so you shall have thirteen instead of twelve. Now pay 
attention and try not to make those mistakes again!" 

Whimpering hysterically, poor Louise compelled herself to resume the lewdly 
vulnerable pose; all the while, the horsehair lining of the tight discipline 
corset chafed and rasped her belly and sides and back, but the ferocious 
burning of the persuader against her most intimate parts was almost 
intolerable. 

She managed, notwithstanding, to endure three cuts without repeating her 
instinctive gesture or forgetting to stamp her feet to count out the cut, 
but the next one which lodged right into the plump pink fig of her cunthole 
destroyed all her resistance. With a piercing shriek which even the double 
gag could not entirely muffle, she sank to her knees, one hand rubbing her 
cunt while the other strove frantically to ease the hurt of her puckering, 
swollen asshole which the thongs' tips had already nipped so perniciously. 

"Back into position this instant!" Deborah snapped, flicking the persuader 
against one of Louise's heaving naked titties, and attaining the sensitive 
nipple with one of the tapering little thongs, A wail of anguish followed as 
the girl struggled to her feet, eyes mad with pain, till once again, weeping 
desolately, she had resumed the ignominious, vulnerable pose as at the start 
of this ritualistic chastisement. 

Deborah comprehended that she had taxed Louise's endurance to the breaking 
point; there would be other times, even more delicious when her newest 
intended victim Melissa Adams would be here to share torments with the 
red-haired teenager. 

"Very well, I'll be merciful tonight," she decided. "But in return, not only 
must you promise to be whatever I tell you to with this girl who will be 
here one of these evenings, but in addition I am going to ask you to perform 
an act of special homage to me by way of thanking me for letting you off 
what you deserve, is that understood?" 

Louise nodded frantically, ready to promise anything if only the torture in 
her cunt and asshole could cease. 

"Very well, I have your promise. We shall see now how you keep it," the 
dominatress purred as she quickly untied the soiled panties, then removed 
the pear gag with its attachment of straps. Louise, exhausted and sobbing, 
sank down on her knees and bowed her head in token of complete submission. 

Deborah calmly turned her back on the trembling naked girl. "Now, reach up, 
open the cheeks of my ass and lick and kiss my bumhole, slave," she 
pronounced succinctly. 

"Ohh-pl-please-oh-I-I've n-never done that," Louise stammered, turning 
scarlet with mortification. 

"What's this? Is this the way you keep a promise? I will put you in the 
pillory and give you the persuader between your legs and on your titties 
till you bleed, you deceitful little slut," Deborah hissed. 

The threat sufficed; with a cry of fear, Louise put her trembling, slim 
fingers to the satiny globes of her mistress's ass, yawned them open to 
disclose the petulant pink cleft of her asshole, and then leaned forward, 
eyes closed, grimacing in revulsion, as she began her odious task.. a task 
which ended only when the dominatress forced her, after removing the corset, 
to perform sixty-nine with her till both achieved hot come.... 

Chapter Four 

It was Saturday evening, and Louise had been primed as to what would be 
expected of her tonight if she hoped to remain in Deborah Anders' good 
graces. 

Melissa Adams had been summoned to the dominatress' office late yesterday 
afternoon, where Deborah had gone over her record of employment since 
beginning, and lectured the shy, lovely virgin on the unsatisfactory nature 
of her work thus far. "I am seriously thinking of discharging you, Miss 
Adams, and of course you can hardly expect a reference," she remarked 
coldly. 

At this, the big dark brown eyes of the lovely novice had widened with 
anguished surprise. "Oh no, please don't fire me, I need the job so badly, 
Miss Anders," she stammered, fidgeting in her chair and twisting her fingers 
in her lap. "I-I need the money to help Aunt Margaret keep her place, 
please, Miss Anders." 

"Clorby isn't set up to give charity, young lady," the dominatress 
insolently retorted. "We expect good work for good pay and opportunity, you 
know." 

"But I just have to keep my job," Melissa was almost in tears. "Aunt 
Margaret is sick and she'll need an operation soon, and I have to help 
out-she took me in when my parents died-oh, please, Miss Anders, give me 
just one more chance!" 

The black-haired personnel director frowned and pretended to reject the 
idea, but inwardly her pussy-lips were twitching and moistening with the 
sweet relish of anticipation. "It's against my better judgment, Melissa," 
she said at last, "but if you are really sincere and mean what you say about 
trying hard to improve your work, I may give you that chance. However, your 
demerits thus far are really serious, and I cannot wipe them out and let you 
start all over again as if they had never happened, unless you agree that 
you ought somehow to be punished for them. In that case, I would give you 
your chance. Well, what do you say?" 

"P-punished?" Melissa quavered, eyes widening with surprise. "I-I don't 
understand." 

"But it's very simple. When you were a little girl and were naughty, didn't 
your parents ever punish you?" 

"N-no, not really. If-if you mean, spanking-no, they never did," Melissa 
confessed in a shaky low voice while her blushes made her even more 
deliciously tempting to the dominant lesbian. 

"Yet that, in essence, is what I want you to submit to, Melissa. It will 
show me a spirit of humility, and when you have had your punishment, the 
slate will be wiped clean. It's that or discharge, I'm afraid," she 
concluded with a harsh, quick tone, to compel the submissive young beauty, 
whose psyche she was sure would be readily conquered. 

Melissa bit her lips. She needed the job badly, just as she had said; but 
the notion of submitting to a childish punishment seemed too embarrassing 
even to consider. Yet finally, in a quavering voice that was hardly audible, 
she stammered, "W-will anybody know about it--I--I mean-if-if I agree to 
accept it, M-Miss Anders?" 

"No one, my dear, besides the two of us." 

"Very well." Melissa uttered a long sigh of distress, her face crimson to 
her temples. 

"You've made a wise choice," Deborah Anders smiled. "I'll expect you 
tomorrow night at my house about seven-thirty." 

And thus it was that, exactly at the appointed time, Melissa Adams nervously 
pressed the front door bell and waited. When the door was opened, she 
uttered a startled gasp, for instead of the dominatress, she saw a pretty 
red-haired girl standing before her. It was, of course none other than 
Louise, who was demurely attired for this occasion, so as not to shock the 
intended victim into immediate defiance and resistance. 

The red-haired teenager wore a skintight yellow satin frock, sleeveless, 
whose skirt descended to midthigh; her curvaceous legs were sheathed in 
off-black nylons of the sheerest denier, and her feet were pedestalled in 
four-inch-heeled red leather pumps. Under the frock, however, she wore an 
even more slinging fleshcolored latex bodysheath, a kind of corset, which 
covered her from titties to crotch. Deborah Anders had cut out the 
crotchpiece so that the lips and hair of her cunt were in plain view, 
accessible to her persuader... as well as to lips and tongue, for she 
intended to coerce Melissa into gamming Louise as a final proof of the 
former's complete surrender to her! 

As for the lovely dark-brown-haired victim-to-be, Melissa Adams wore a blue 
rayon dress, modestly cut at bosom and with skirt to her dimpled, suavely 
rounded knees, fleshtoned nylons, black suede pumps with only 2 1/2 inch 
heels. Her lustrous hair was coifed in a demure thick oval bun at the back 
of her neck, the hair pulled away at the front to leave her full higharching 
forehead bare. She wore almost no makeup save for pale-pink lipstick. Even 
her long curly lashes were natural, without the hint of mascara. Her aunt, a 
dour woman, was puritanical, and to this day, despite being twenty, Melissa 
Adams had not so much even been kissed by a member of the opposite 
sex-though by now she was secretly beginning to yearn for affection. Yet 
even so, the mere thought of undressing in front of a man and letting him 
put his prick into her tender pink cunthole made her blush furiously and 
bite her lips with the feeling that she was venturing into the scandalous 
and forbidden. 

"Miss Adams?" Louise asked. 

"Yes, I'm she. I-er-is-is Miss Anders in-she-she's expecting me." 

"I know. Yes, she is. You're to come with me, please," Louise said primly 
and turned to lead to way down the hallway and thence to a butler's pantry 
at the end of the house. Then, opening a door, she showed Melissa the way 
down to the basement-dungeon. "She's down here, I'll take you to her," the 
red-haired teenager explained, and began to descent the stairs. 

Melissa was more and more apprehensive as she went down the steps and found 
herself in a narrow hallway with several doors to her right and, directly in 
front of her, the main entry to the basement-dungeon. But Louise, who had 
her orders and knew perfectly well what she could expect if they were not 
carried out, left her no time for doubts or fears but ordered, "You're to go 
into this room, Miss, and put on the outfit Miss Anders has left for you. 
I'll stand outside and when you're ready, come out and I'll take you to 
her." 

"All-all right," Melissa quavered as Louise opened the first door to her 
right. It was a small windowless room, with only a couch and a chair; on the 
chair lay a dress box. Louise closed the door behind her, and Melissa 
hurried over to the box and opened it. Then she gasped aloud with 
incredulity, and began to blush furiously, a trait which Deborah Anders had 
already marked with extreme relish as a sign that here was an ideal victim 
for her lesbian-domination. 

Inside the box was a black silk tunic, extremely sheer, with very narrow 
shoulder-straps; a pair of yellow bobbysocks and a pair of dainty opentoe 
black pumps with low heels. Melissa stared at the outfit, and her blushes 
deepened; from outside, Louise, understanding the novice's surprise, called 
out, "You're to take everything off and put that on, and Miss Anders says to 
hurry." 

With a groan of humiliation, the beautiful brown-haired virgin began to 
undress. When she was naked, her body was breathtaking; the flawless pink 
skin glistened under the single but very bright ceiling light fixture; the 
jouncy broad ovals of her magnificent ass, with their deep wide cleft 
between which gave access to both cunt and asshole; the sumptuous firm 
big-nippled, wide-aureoled closely set titties high on her lovely chest; the 
graceful rondures of her thighs and arms and dimpled shoulders, together 
with her exquisite heartshaped face made her mouthwatering indeed. At the 
tops of her superb thighs, the thick dark-brown muff of cunthair completely 
hid the soft fleshy lips of her virgin cunthole. 

She put on the tunic and found that lowered just to hide her cuntmuff, 
leaving most of her bottom bare, the bobbysocks were a childish humiliation, 
and tears glistened in her eyes as she slipped on the pumps, then 
straightened and slowly walked to the door outside which Louise waited. 

But another surprise awaited her; Louise now handed her a pair of black 
hornrimmed spectacles and crisply ordered, "Miss Anders says you're to put 
these on. Now I'll take you to her." 

Hesitantly Melissa obeyed. At times she did wear glasses, a fact which the 
dominatress knew. Wearing them now and with her hair done up in the 
old-fashioned spinsterish bun contrasted violently with the exciting allure 
of her ripe young body in its immodest attire, and it was a contrast 
calculated to rouse Deborah's pussylust to its boiling point. 

Louise now opened the dungeon door and, standing behind the stupefied young 
woman, gave her a little push forward. Melissa uttered a startled cry: her 
eyes had just seen the stocks, the pillory, the whipping bench and spanking 
stool, and then, standing near the dais, was Deborah Anders in a black 
bodysheath, with cutouts for her lipsticked nipples, gloved and booted, and 
holding in her right hand an old-fashioned black wooden hairbrush. 

"Ohhhhh!" Melissa groaned when her eyes fixed on that menacing weapon of 
fustigation. Then, frantically, she glanced back at Louise, then faltered, 
"You-you promised nobody would know about this..." 

"And I keep my promise. Louise is my housekeeper and servant, and I assure 
you she has no chance to gossip with outsiders," was the dominatress' brisk 
reply. "You look really delightful, Melissa. I take it you are ready for the 
punishment I promised you." 

"Pl-please-c-can't she go away? I-I'm ready, I-I'll take it, only please 
send her away," Melissa pleaded, blushes setting their fiery mark on her 
cheeks and temples, even to her dainty little ears. 

"No, Melissa. The time has come for you to make amends for your disgraceful 
work." Deborah languidly moved over to the whipping bench, seated herself, 
then beckoned to the shamefaced young woman: "Now come over here and put 
yourself over my lap for a good sound spanking." 

"I-I beg of you-" 

"What's this? Do you want to be discharged without a reference? Do you, 
Melissa?" was the immediate threatening counter. 

With a sob of despair, crushed, the young woman slowly made her way towards 
the bench. Deborah, impatient to have the luscious virgin at her mercy, 
seized her by a wrist and dragged the gasping beauty across her lap. In that 
maneuver, Melissa's scanty tunic hiked up, exposing the splendid 
fleshy-firm, satiny pinksheened ovals of her voluptuous ass, as well as the 
intimate pink nook framed by the thick curls of dark-brown cunthair, and the 
lascivious ambery-rosy groove at whose end was the rosette of her virgin 
asshole. 

"Ohh please-please-n-not like this," Melissa was nearly in tears, and 
twisted her face round to the dominatress. 

Deborah Anders made a sign; at once Louise came forward, seized Melissa's 
wrists and squatted down to face the anguished captive, who uttered a cry of 
alarm and tried to struggle. Meanwhile, the imperatrix very calmly rolled 
back the tunic to expose that marvelous quivering, tightening ass and the 
lower back of her delectable victim, tucked her left arm round the young 
woman's waist, and, lifting the hairbrush, posed it greedily over the 
flinching assglobes. Then down it came with an angry, crisp Thwackk and 
Melissa uttered a squeal of distress and kicked up both feet, flailing them 
wildly in the air. A bright pink splotch marred the smooth virginal satin of 
that hitherto virgin ass, thus exposed and condemned for the very first time 
to the pain and ignominy of corporal chastisement! 

Chapter Five 

Slowly and methodically, Deborah Anders applied the hairbrush, alternating 
on the sumptuous ovals of Melissa Adams' velvety bare ass. First right, then 
left. After the initial spanks to each summit which left flaming marks, she 
continued the correction by beginning at the tops of the young woman's 
wriggling bare hips and working down to the base, then ascending to the 
tops. Melissa strove frantically to be brave and take her punishment without 
making a spectacle of herself. But she had never before been subjected to 
such burning pain, and this, together with the intense humiliation of having 
the younger girl hold her hands and watch her suffering, as well as the 
shockingly immodest exposure of her ripe, womanly body, soon drew wails and 
cries of suffering, interspersed with abject, sobbing appeals to be let off: 
"Ahrr-ohh, ohh M-Miss Anders, for G-God's sake, stop now! I-I promise I'll 
work very hard and be a good waitress, I promise I won't-oowwwwooouuuuuu!! 
Oh, it hurts, it hurts so, I beg of you, do please stop, I've learned my 
lesson, I won't make mistakes-ahrrrrreeeeeeouuuu!! Ohh, not there, ohh how 
it hurts-do stop, I beg of you to stop, Miss Anders." 

By thirty spanks, Melissa's wonderful virginal ass was everywhere marked, 
from the tops of her hips to the base of her oval bottomglobes, with burning 
red marks left by the resolute impact of the smooth-surfaced hairbrush on 
her tender virgin flesh. Her kicks grew more frantic, and she tried to 
twist, wriggle and roll off Deborah's lap, but the latter, hissing a command 
to Louise to get a stronger grip on Melissa's wrists and warning her that 
she would take Melissa's place if she dared let go, tightened her left arm's 
grip round the supple naked waist of the brown-haired penitent and at last 
clamped her booted right leg over Melissa's struggling naked calves. 

"Now, do you think you can obey me when I give you an order, young lady?" 
Deborah paused, pressing the hairbrush tightly against the shadowy groove 
between the throbbing, flaming naked asscheeks of her beautiful victim. 

Melissa's exquisitely poignant face-to which the spectacles added the most 
piquant nuance-was twisted with suffering; her nostrils dilated and clenched 
convulsively, her soft mouth was pitiably tremulous, her eyes were drowned 
with tears which rivuleted down her crimson cheeks, and her hips weaved and 
squirmed restlessly, the very feeling of that dreadful hairbrush pressed 
against her defenseless, tortured naked ass sufficient to rouse in her the 
most frantic desire to do anything to stop this torment to which she was so 
unused. 

"Y-yes-ohh! I-I'll do anything you want, just pl-please d-don't sp-spank any 
more," she sobbed. 

"I'm going to test your obedience, Melissa. If you fail, you can look 
forward to much more than that mild spanking," Deborah purred as she 
released her grip of the sobbing young woman. "Now stand up, take off that 
tunic." 

Melissa staggered to her feet, and at once began to rub her bottom 
furiously, forgetting the indecent exposure which revealed the thick hairy 
muff of her cunt to the enraptured dominatress. Then, bursting into tears, 
she dragged off the tunic, let it fall. 

Deborah also rose, and taking the sobbing naked beauty by the wrist, led her 
to the dais and made her mount it. Next, she was ordered to kneel astride 
the teakwood block. The dominatress made a sign, and Louise, who had been 
rehearsed in advance, hastened to bring white felt cords with which she tied 
Melissa's ankles to the rings set in the dais. Next, in spite of Melissa's 
piteous pleas not to be tied up this way, she proceeded to bind Melissa's 
wrists together, and made the cord fast to a ring set in front of the block. 
Finally, she bound the kneehollows and attached the ends of these two cords 
to similar rings set in the dais. Now Melissa was posed in the most 
lascivious way imaginable: on her knees, the black punishment block 
spreading her thighs so that the thick curls of her cunthair parted to 
expose the exquisite vista of her maiden twat; her bubbies heaving wittily 
and tautened because of this posture, and, behind, the wonderful full ovals 
of her matchless ass-scarlet and swollen from the hairbrush's kisses-lewdly 
distended so that the bumhole groove was obscenely displayed... thus access 
to the most tender regions of her virgin body was accentuated. 

At a sign, Louise mounted the dais, and then took off her frock, Melissa, 
even through her tears, could see the indecent cling and outline of the 
fleshtoned rubber latex sheath Louise wore, and then gasped as her vision 
cleared enough to perceive the dark-red muff of pussyhair exposed in the 
cutout of this sheath at the crotch, Louise now took her place right in 
front of the sobbing young woman, while Deborah Anders, seizing the 
persuader, positioned herself behind the victim. 

"Now, Melissa," she hissed sibilantly, "you are going to kiss and lick and 
suck Louise's pussy!" 

"OH NOOO! OH I COULDN'T EVER DO SUCH A FILTHY THING!" Melissa shrieked in 
consternated horror. 

But instantly the persuader flicked out, and the probing, tapering little 
thongs sent their keen tips right into the shadowy furrow between her 
scarlet assglobes. Melissa's body wrenched and twisted violently and a wild 
scream of pain tore from her. "AHRRRRRRREEEOUUUUU! Oh for dear God's sake, 
not there, oh stop, stop!" 

"You shall have it there till you do what I tell you to," came the 
imperatrix's gloating reply, and a second whisking cut of the persuader sent 
the tips of the thongs right up into the unprotected gaping cunthole. 

"EEEEEYAHHRRRRROUUUWOUUUUUUUAHH!!!!" Melissa's prolonged shriek was 
maddened, piercing, as she writhed and jerked frenziedly to get free, her 
beautiful titties bounding with the maddened effort, while her flaming 
assglobes jiggled in the most lubricious gyrations imaginable. 

"You had better obey, my girl, because I intend to whip you there till you 
do," was Deborah's sadistic promise, and a third stinging cut of the 
persuader followed, this one flicking right against the pouting pink rosette 
of Melissa's quaking asshole. 

Frantic with shame and suffering, poor Melissa tried valiantly to hold out 
against complying with this demeaning and degrading order, but half a dozen 
more flicks into her cunt and asshole at last broke her courage, and she 
screamed,' "AHRRROH, STOP, NO MORE, I'll do it, only give me time, Oh God, 
you're killing me!" 

"Quickly then, young lady!" Still another deft flick of the persuader shot 
up between Melissa's straddled bare pink thighs and found its luscious cunt 
target, till at last the unfortunate victim plunged her face forward, while 
Louise, giggling, reached over to plunge her fingers in the young woman's 
thick bun of dark-brown hair and arched her loins out to the virgin's 
salutation. 

"I want to hear those kisses and that sucking, Melissa," Deborah's voice was 
husky with passion, as she added a light flick of the persuader across the 
swollen cheeks of Melissa's burning naked ass. 

"Eeeyahhrr-ouu y-yes-ahh-mffghhh-ughh-slush-slurp-smackkk-ahh-I-I'm d-doing 
it-oh pl-please-oh don't w-whip me any more, 
please-slushh-smackkk-mffhghghgughh-smackk-" Melissa panted tearfully as she 
kissed and licked and sucked. 

"Enough!" Deborah Anders suddenly ordered, furiously envious of Louise. 
"Now, Melissa, if you are willing to do that to Louise, who is my slave, 
will you do it even more lovingly to me-or do I have to whip you a little 
more-this time on those fine big titties of yours and well in between your 
naked legs?" 

"Oh, noo, I'll do it, Pl-please don't whip me, I'll do whatever you say," 
Melissa babbled hysterically. 

"Very well, we'll see. Take the persuader, Louise dear, and get behind her. 
If she doesn't perform capably, I'll let you know when to whip her." 

Now Deborah replaced the redhead, who went behind the weeping captive, whip 
in hand. Arrogantly unfastening the gussetstrap to expose the furry black 
muff of her cunt, she reached out and loosened the bun of Melissa's hair to 
let the dark-brown tresses stream down the young woman's shuddering, 
beautifully dimpled, hollowed back. "Now begin," she murmured throatily, 
stepping up to the captive. 

Without more ado, Melissa, closing her eyes, pressed her trembling mouth to 
Deborah's cunt and began to gam her. Deborah murmured explicit instructions: 
"Not so fast, dear... ah, that's better.. now find my button with your 
tongue, that's lovely, now rub it back and forth, then press it back in and 
let it pop out-keep doing that-oh, you sweet bitch you, I'll teach you how 
to please me, never fear." 

Half an hour later, after Melissa had been released from the torture block 
and given a glass of brandy to revive her for the ensuing orgy, Deborah drew 
the weeping young woman onto her lap and cuddled one of her titties, while 
she made Melissa kiss her on the mouth and then delve in her soft pink 
tongue. "Now, darling, for the test of courage. I'm going to spank Louise 
too for being naughty, and you will share her ordeal-no wait, don't protest, 
or it will be worse for you, angel. Whenever you feel you want to love me, 
tell me so, and use all the naughty words you can think of." 

A few moments later, Louise, who had been obliged to remove her latex 
bodysheath and wore now only pumps, found herself tied down over the 
spanking stool, wrists and ankles tightly strapped. Melissa, naked but for 
pumps and bobbysocks, sat in the stocks, wrists and ankles locked in the top 
pair and bottom pair of holes respectively, her scarlet ass bearing down 
cruelly on the spike-studded stool. 

Deborah, removing her cuirass, and being naked but for boots and gloves, 
armed herself with the leather paddle, and began with Louise, counting aloud 
till she had given the weeping redhead twenty spanks. Then, returning to the 
terrified Melissa, she applied ten very slowly spaced spanks, five to the 
ripest sector of each bottomcheek, and then paused: "Now, young lady, do you 
have anything to say to me?" 

Melissa was crying so hard she could hardly speak, but a wicked pinch at the 
base of her left asscheek reminded her of her obligation and the danger in 
shirking it. "eeeooouahrrr-I'll talk, I'll talk," she wailed, trying to arch 
her burning ass off the diabolical stool. "I-I want to love you-" 

Smackk! Smackk! Twice the leather paddle, flashed out, each time landing on 
the ripe summit of the right asscheek. "I said to use naughty words, you 
pretty bitch, now obey!" Deborah snarled. 

Then she added a third spank which flattened over both clenching, swollen 
tortured assglobes. 

"EEEEEYAHRRR! I WANT TO SUCK AND LICK AND LOVE YOU UP, I WANT TO KISS YOUR 
PUSSY, I WANT TO RUB MY PUSSY AGAINST YOURS, PLEASE LET ME DO IT, MISS 
ANDERS!" Melissa screamed, inspired by the pain and the fear of even more. 

"And you shall, darling, all you like," Deborah crooned tenderly, as she 
released the naked sufferer and, an arm round her shoulders, led her, 
half-fainting, out of the dungeon and up the stairs to her mirrored bedroom 
with the huge low double bed. No sooner did she clamber into bed than 
Melissa, with a moan of eagerness, turned to her and, wriggling against 
Deborah, began to cuntrub, while her tongue feverishly probed the 
dominatress' mouth..... 

Melissa Adams is one of the best waitresses in the Clorby system. It has 
been a year since her punishment, and, with the death of her aunt two months 
ago, she moved in with her beloved mistress. She looks forward with ecstatic 
joy to the summons to the dungeon where she shares with red-haired Louise 
the cruel caprices of the lesbian imperatrix. She seeks always to endure 
more and more pain to prove her worthiness so that Deborah Anders will 
prefer her cuntrubbing and muffdiving in bed to that of her red-haired 
younger rival. 


End
