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B Turns to D Ch. 01

By: Marker33



Barbara was 29, married and had found herself surrounded by a very happy and comfortable life. She had many interests and friends. She had a loving and supportive husband whose income meant that she had no need to work. They made satisfying love on a frequent basis.

All the same, she wasn't quite sure why she kept imagining herself straddled across the thighs of a naked woman. She wasn't sure why she always appeared to be in the midst of an intense orgasm, with her head back and a deep moan coming from her lips. And there was no way that she was comfortable with the fact that the woman under her had her hands tied together to the top of the bed. 

Overall, she felt quite disturbed by this vision, but every time she thought of it, she felt warm inside. 

Barbara had never had any sexual experience with any women. She still hated communal changing rooms and the implicit comparisons that were made there. Not that Barbara had any need to feel embarrassed, being an attractive brunette, whose slim figure could still capture regular glances from strangers when she was out in public. She did not go out of her way to seek attention, never dressing outrageously, but she always liked to buy nice things for herself.

The thing had started just as an idle thought, that had seemed to pop randomly into her head, but as more and more time progressed, she found the image was becoming more and more compelling in her own mind and found herself filling in additional details as she let the picture linger in her thoughts. 

Pushing herself up the bed, letting her thighs slide to either side of the woman's face. Letting the woman's tongue lick across her clitoris, slowly at first, letting her feel the intense power of the wet flesh push against her most sensitive bud. Feeling the tongue move faster, jabbing against her, stimulating her to higher and higher ecstasy. Letting the girl roll her tongue across her nipple and squeeze it between her teeth, producing a sharp gasp of joy. 

She found herself more and more often, lying in bed long after her husband had gone to work, imagining that her fingers were a small wet tongue gently exploring the folds of her sex, until she felt herself coming with a small moan of pleasure. 

She still loved her husband, Steve, passionately and they still had glorious sex, but sometimes as she laid under her husband feeling him push inside her, she wondered what it would be like to be on top. 

Finally, after about two years from the first time she could remember thinking about the mysterious woman she finally cracked and decided to do something about it...

She set about planning how she could make it happen. She had said nothing to Steve, as she had always felt embarrassed about her vision, but now as she formed her plans, she decided it would be easier if he knew nothing about her plans. This would not be difficult as he worked regular hours and was never around during the day. 

She then began to think about who she would have. Steve and Barbara lived in a small street with a number of neighbours who were around during the day. There were three or four women who tended to be around as she was but there was one who she thought would be perfect. 

Sarah Hendle was a black haired woman in her mid thirties who was reasonably attractive but who was beginning to fade with age. She had also starting putting on a little weight. Not too much, but enough to signpost the way that her body was heading into middle age. 

Barbara wasn't sure why she had picked her; she certainly didn't look like the woman in her mind, but of all the people she knew she just thought that she could be her fantasy woman. 

She plotted her campaign carefully. She had waited a long time and was prepared to be patient. She was also very cautious, knowing that an embarrassing refusal could destroy her, costing her friends and possibly her husband. 

She started spending more time talking to her whenever they happened to bump into each other. She took care to always have some interesting conversation and tried to find out little snippets of information about her. Soon Sarah was coming round for morning coffee on an irregular basis and they would find themselves talking across a large number of topics. 

For Barbara, each session would end in frustration that she would need to relieve later on her own in her bedroom, but she was determined not to push Sarah too early. She found herself growing more and more obsessed about her friend and was finding her whole life was revolving around the coffee meetings. 

Gradually, the topic of sex began to appear on the agenda, slowly at first but then more regularly and to a greater and greater degree of detail. They gossiped about the rumoured sexual exploits of mutual friends, they discussed the merits of various sexual practices and had begum to share intimate details about their own lives.

Finally, Barbara felt that they had reached the point of no return and so that morning, she initiated the master plan. She had worked the detail out in her mind for weeks and weeks and had begun obsessing more about it than her fantasy. 

She had found herself shaking with excitement that morning as she got dressed and had needed to bring herself to orgasm, frantically jabbing at her clit, before putting on the new underwear she had bought for the special occasion. She wore a long flowing dark skirt to leave herself accessible for what she desperately hoped would happen. 

Sarah arrived at the usual time, dressed casually in a woolen pullover and tweed skirt. They took their coffee in the lounge and chatted over the usual topics. Gradually the topic came round to sex, as it now regularly did. Barbara asked Sarah if there was any act or fantasy that Sarah had always wanted to try out. Sarah smiled weakly. Although within the spirit of their previous conversations, this was a new area. "I do have one" she replied "but I'm not sure I want to tell you. Its not something I've ever told anyone". 

Barbara looked disappointed. Inside she was quite devastated, thinking that her long weeks of planning were coming to naught. "However" Sarah continued, "you tell me yours and then I'll tell mine". "Promise?" asked Barbara. Sarah nodded solemnly. 

Barbara took a deep breath and began. She told Sarah all about her visions and her need to take complete control of the young woman lying naked and bound on her bed. She told her how she needed to fuck that woman - she used the word explicitly - and take orgasm after orgasm from her. Sarah sat spellbound as Barbara described the depth and richness of her vision. 

Sarah gazed at her for a few moments and then shifting slightly to look directly into her eyes, asked the big question "And who do you think this woman might be?" Barbara paused, feeling her heart pounding wildly inside then answered "I'd hoped it might be you" 

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Sarah was sitting on the edge of her neighbours bed, dressed in only her bra and panties, feeling somewhat bemused. She had been surprised by Barbara's confession, but not to the point where she had felt the need to get up and walk out. Barbara hadn't heard her confession yet and while she didn't think it quite as extreme as this, she knew that if she ever wanted it to come to fruition she needed Barbara’s help. Fortunately, whilst she gave in to Barbara, she need not have to find the courage to speak her desire out loud. 

She had therefore nodded weakly in response to Barbara's bombshell and found herself being led upstairs where she had been told to undress and to wait. 

She had had plenty of time to look around the room. She had never actually been in Barbara's bedroom before, a fact that previously had had no significance. The room was dominated by the large iron-frame bed. There was a vanity table under the window and a couple of bedside tables. Apart from that the room was empty. Sarah gazed idly around the room, trying not to look at herself or think about why she was sitting on her friend’s bed wearing only her underwear. 

Barbara walked into the bedroom. She was dressed exactly as Sarah had last seen her, long patterned skirt and plain blouse on top. She gazed at her neighbour lying on her bed dressed only in her white cotton underwear. Barbara smiled and held up a long coil of rope, letting the end dangle onto the bed beside Sarah.

"Now I've only dreamt these knots so you will have to cut me some slack" she said "but I don't plan to cut you any". A small smile curled across her face.

She carefully tied Sarah's hands together and threaded the rope through the bars of the top bedstead. She then tied each of Sarah's ankles separately so that Sarah was positioned in an inverted Y position on the bed. 

Barbara felt her breath growing heavy as the sight before her started overlapping the picture seared into her mind. She felt herself growing very aroused just at the sight of this woman, dressed in only her underwear strung out before her. 

Sarah smiled at her aware of the effect she was having the woman standing before her. Secretly she was pleased that she had been allowed to keep her underwear on. She had not totally bought into the whole idea and felt that this at least provided a barrier between her giving in to Barbara's fantasy completely 

But, Barbara still had a number of plans to execute. The first was completed when with a swift flick of a pair of scissors; Barbara cut through the shoulder straps of Sarah’s bra and then cut the front in half. Sarah gasped and Barbara laughed lightly. 

"This is just part of the fun" she grunted. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Sarah's waist facing her toes, leaving Sarah only a restricted view of her back. She gently lifted up the front of Sarah's panties, pushing the lower blade of the scissors, against Sarah's stomach and began to cut slowly down towards Sarah's crotch. Sarah moaned as she felt the cool blade moving across her skin, she felt her barrier literally coming apart and gasped as she felt the scissors rasp across her pubic hair. 

Barbara continued to cut slowly through Sarah's panties. She was slightly ashamed at ruining clothes but found that the close proximity of her fantasy was driving her into a near frenzy of passion. Finally as she reached the gusset she cut sideways to let the cotton break and reveal Sarah's full glory. 

She leaned over to examine Sarah closely. "I've never seen a woman this close before" she muttered. She stroked her fingers across Sarah's mound, feeling her soft hairs. 

Sarah lay quietly uncertain of what was to happen next, knowing only that she was feeling very uncomfortable with the whole day. Barbara was now letting her fingers run lower, letting them linger across Sarah's slit, which was firmly closed and rather dry. 

This was in direct contrast to Barbara's whose she could feel was getting warmer, wetter and extremely excited by every minute that passed. She tried to move slowly, savouring every second of her experience. 

Gradually, she stood up and began to undress, taking off her skirt and blouse before undoing the clasp on her bra and letting her breasts slide into Sarah's view. Sarah almost subconsciously compared them to her own - slightly smaller, but still standing out, with the nipples highly prominent. Sarah tested the ropes for a second to see if there was anyway of breaking free, but Barbara had made sure that her plan would not be thwarted by faulty knots. 

Barbara slid her panties over her hips and let them fall to the floor. Sarah could see that they were damp and that Barbara was almost panting as she stood there. Her body was in superb condition with her stomach still flat and no sign of excess fat across her hips. 

She slid over Sarah's body, letting her clitoris spark against Sarah's hip. Her heat was evident with the wetness between her legs leaving a slight trail as she moved upwards. 

"Thank you" she mouthed as a small flutter of pleasure coursed through her. Sarah felt lips circle her left nipple and for the first time, felt something within her. She moved slightly in tune with Barbara’s touch and as Barbara sensed it, she licked more confidently and began to play with the nipple with her tongue. Idly she flicked the other nipple with her finger, smiling as she saw Sarah's body starting to react. She continued for a few moments watching the nipples harden and letting her tongue and her fingers rub across them.

Suddenly, she stopped and getting on all fours, she moved further up Sarah’s body until Sarah found herself with a nipple rubbing against her lips.

"Take it in your mouth and see if you can do better" Barbara gasped finding it hard to get the words out. She pushed it towards Sarah's mouth. Hesitantly, Sarah parted her lips and began to suck slowly. It was fully erect and as hard as a button. Sarah started to let her tongue slide around it and discovered that if she scraped her teeth across it, Barbara would shudder. Eventually, Barbara pulled herself upright and grabbing the rail of the bedstead pushed her thighs to either side of Sarah's head, revealing her sex to her friend. Sarah could see that she was in state of high excitement, with her lips swollen and her clit sticking out like a glistening red button. She found herself forced to lick and to suck on it as it was thrust directly into her face. She could feel Barbara orgasm after the merest of thrusts by her tongue and when she rolled her tongue across the clit, the whole bed shook as Barbara bounced in ecstasy. Sarah found she could hardly breathe as Barbara pushed against her face, grinding her clit against Sarah's mouth. 

She was crying with pleasure, gasping with every touch from Sarah and could feel herself orgasming so often it began to feel like a state of perpetual bliss. Finally, she pulled away, looking down at Sarah's face, completely stained with her juices and beamed in complete happiness.

"Now I will do something for you" she said and turned around. She bent over and began to lick Sarah. Previously, there had been no hint of passion but now there was some life and as she licked, Sarah felt herself becoming warmer. She was presented with Barbara in her face and found she could still reach her previous target with some extra dexterity from her tongue though she found it hard to concentrate as Barbara mounted a ferocious attack on her. She found an overwhelming orgasm building within her. As it built she found it more and more difficult to reach her own target and suddenly found herself tonguing Barbara’s asshole. 

She stopped but was told quickly to continue and so found herself pushing her tongue up her friend’s bottom as she, herself, was licked off. Just as she was about to fall over the edge, Barbara stopped and climbed off the bed. She quickly pulled on her clothes and sat at the edge of the bed to watch her friend come down from the orgasm she had never reached.

"I want you to come back tomorrow" Barbara said. "I promise I won't cut your underwear and I will promise that I won't finish as abruptly. And you still have to tell me what your fantasy is..."

"So will you come back?"

(To be continued...) 

B Turns to D Ch. 02



The next day, Sarah arrived at Barbara’s at the usual 10am. Barbara opened the door and Sarah walked in smiling, but looking anxious.

Barbara asked her if she was ok, wondering if perhaps the previous day's events had been too much and she was about to say goodbye.

"I'm fine" Sarah replied, but still looked uncertain. Barbara tested her mood again as minutes later she passed her a full coffee mug and they sat down in the lounge.

"I don't know" her lips lingered over the steaming cup for a second and then said quickly "I thought what you asked me to do yesterday was weird and I only did it to please you. But as I lay in my bed last night, I thought it over and over, I couldn't get your touch out of my mind and I am sure that I had your taste on my tongue. I had to get up in the night to have a drink before I could get to sleep."

Barbara raised a querying eyebrow. "Yes, drink. I needed a small gin to help me."

Barbara nodded. "and do you need another one now?” she asked, glancing over to where she kept her drinks.

"No this is fine"

"Good. So what have you decided?"

Sarah blushed "I want to do it again" she said quietly. "Like you promised me yesterday"

Barbara grinned widely. "Of course we will. But be patient. Did you make love to Jim last night?"

Sarah shook her head. "He was too busy and I had the thing buzzing in my head"

Barbara smiled. "Well, last night was one of our nights and it went just it usually does. But as I was lying there with Steve thrusting into me I found that I wasn't getting the same high as I had got earlier in the day. I still came but not like I did with you."

"I realised that part of it was the fact that I had you helpless before me and I could do what I wanted with you." Barbara shivered with delight. Sarah giggled at her friend's reaction. 

"So having me helpless turns you on?”

"Mmmmmmm".

Barbara refilled their coffee mugs and then put hers down on the coffee table. She was wearing a grey knee length skirt and a white lamb’s wool jumper. Sarah was sitting with a maroon skirt that fell to just above her knees. Complementing her skirt was a pink blouse and white cardigan.

She looked across at Sarah and told her to uncross her legs. Sarah looked blankly at her for a moment and then uncurled her legs. Barbara took a sip of her coffee and held the warm cup between her hands.

"Put down your cup for a moment" she said in a cool voice, "and move your knees apart. I want to see more of you."

Sarah turned bright red, but saw that her friend was serious and was staring unblinkingly back at her. She tried to stare back but couldn't and looked away. She moved them slightly apart.

"Further than that" said Barbara, "I want to see if you are wearing tights."

"You could just ask me"

"Its more fun this way" Barbara smiled "and interesting too"

Sarah eased her legs further apart, under Barbara gaze, until Barbara could see quite clearly up to Sarah's inner thighs and the thin band of material that covered the skin where they met. 

"So, why black today?"

Sarah was feeling extremely embarrassed by the questions, but she was also feeling something, not quite excitement, but not quite fear either, at being in this position.

"I always feel sexy in black", she answered.

"And stockings? I thought they were only worn by whores?"

Sarah was a little puzzled by this remark and she blushed at the accusation. "No I often wear stockings," she said, "sometimes tights aren't comfortable.

"And aren't as accessible", she added coyly.

"Hmmmmm" Barbara looked thoughtful. "Go and close the curtains"

Sarah got up and quickly pulled them together.

"Now come and kneel in front of me!"

"Quickly!" This remark caused Sarah to scurry across the room and kneel quickly before Barbara. Barbara sat there nursing her coffee, gazing down into the eyes of her friend before her.

She told her to part her legs again and to pull her skirt up to her waist. Putting down her cup, she leaned forward and slipped her hand between Sarah’s thighs, letting her finger tips caress the silky material that held Sarah's sex inside. Sarah gasped and automatically pulled her knees together trapping Barbara's hand. 

Barbara glared at her until her legs were pulled apart back into their original position. She relaxed and began to stroke Sarah gently with her fingers. The stress of trying to maintain the position with the wonderful sensations that were bursting from between her legs was almost too much for Sarah and she desperately tried to keep from falling over. 

Barbara smiled down at her. "There are many ways of being helpless, I think. I suspect that you may be feeling rather helpless now. Am I right?"

Sarah nodded desperately. Barbara laughed lightly and pulled herself back into her seat.

"Stay like that" she ordered.

"She walked out of the room, leaving Sarah kneeling in front of her seat, wondering how she had got herself into this position.

Barbara returned a few minutes later with a fresh cup of coffee for herself. "Its funny" she said to the room in general, "I spent last night wondering if I could use my voice - like rope - to bind you. It seems to be working but I don't really understand why"

"You must either like doing what people say... but you've never appeared like that before... Do you always have the curtains shut first, I wonder?

"Or you must be prepared to obey me, but I don't understand why? There cannot be any fear of me, so you must want to obey me for some reward. Are you expecting a reward from me for your continued good behaviour?"

Sarah knelt saying nothing. It was a similar conversation that she had been having in her mind and one which she had as yet failed to rationalise.

"Well, continued Barbara, "assuming that you are happy to continue this delightful interlude - and I assume by your silence that you are - Let me explain some rules to you. I was hoping that we would arrive at this position and I thought this through as I lay in bed this morning."

"It turned me on so much, I had to touch myself until I came" she added as an aside.

"1. Whilst you are in this house, you will do whatever I say. And that includes if others are around"

"2. If I give you a command it remains in effect until I say otherwise, even if you leave the house before it has been completed"

"3. Unless, otherwise busy or instructed, you will always kneel in this position in front of me"

In return, I promise not to order you to do anything which will jeopardise your public reputation."

"Do you agree to these rules?"

Sarah nodded.

"No you must agree verbally"

"Yes" she answered quietly.

"Yes, what" asked Barbara

"Yes, Mistress" she answered in a whisper.

Barbara felt a jolt of lightning go straight through her body, electrifying her every pore.

"What did you say" she asked

"Yes Mistress" mumbled Sarah, who was now scarlet.

Barbara felt stunned. She had just been looking for the words "Yes I agree". Being called Mistress was well beyond what she had planned.

"Sarah", she asked quietly, "how are you feeling at the moment? Are you ok with this?"

Sarah smiled up and nodded. "Yes. I am feeling scared and embarrassed, but I am also feeling joy inside and a sense of peace and well being"

Barbara smiled. "So be it - Rule 4 You will address me as Mistress at all times in private."

"Now take off your top and your skirt. I want to look at this slutty underwear you are wearing."

Sarah quickly slipped off her cardigan, took off her blouse and pulled her skirt over her head too. Barbara looked down at the woman before her.

She was left in black matching lingerie, with a lacy pattern on the front cups of her bra, obscuring her nipples. Her garter belt and panties had the same pattern woven into them, with her pubic hair clearly visible through the crotch. 

To Barbara’s eye, her breasts looked as if they were sagging slightly and there were certainly some signs that her stomach was hanging over the garter belt. But overall, she thought it was a very pleasing sight before her.

"Turn around and bend over. I want your face on the floor and your rear in the air"

Sarah complied and Barbara found herself staring at an attractive pair of buttocks, sheathed in black. She squeezed them slightly and began running her fingers across each cheek, running them up and down the seams of the panties.

"So these are obviously not your normal type of underwear" she mused "when do you usually wear these?"

"No Mistress, I wear these on special occasions"

"Such as?"

"Sometimes when we go out"

"Or sometimes when you stay in. Do you wear these when you want sex?"

Sarah nodded. 

Barbara smiled "So you came here wanting sex then."

Sarah blushed furiously and nodded. "Yes, after yesterday, I hoped, even expected that we would continue"

Barbara smiled warmly "and of course we will my dear" and her voice turned colder "but you will not wear for me what you wear when you have sex with your husband. Your sensibilities may not be offended but I will not tolerate such slutty behaviour. Take them all off and put them in the corner. You will not wear than inside my walls again.

"When we are finished today, you may carry it home"

She smiled wickedly at Sarah's obvious protestations. "And if someone sees you then you will just have to wrap it all into a small ball"

Sarah nodded and unclipped her bra. She let it fall away at the front, letting her breasts fall free and revealing two very erect nipples. She swiftly unclipped her stockings from the garter belt and rolled them down her legs. She then unclipped the belt before easing her panties down over her hips and letting them slide to the floor. She fell back down onto her knees.

Barbara gazed at the woman, now complete before her and smiled coldly.

"Now, this afternoon, you will go out and buy something to wear for me. Your husband will never see you in it and you will choose something you think I will like. Is that clear?"

Sarah nodded.

"Good"

Barbara stood up and watched the naked woman below her, her breasts wobbling slightly.

"Now I am fully clothed and you are naked at my feet."

"Do you feel helpless?

Sarah nodded.

"How helpless?"

Sarah gazed up at her. 

"Mistress", she replied, "I feel that I am subject to your every whim. I can do nothing without your say so and I am completely here to serve your pleasure."

"Good" said Barbara, lingering over the moment. "Now let’s go upstairs. I've left the rope out on the bed...."



B Turns to D Ch. 03



Over the next few weeks, Barbara settled into enjoying her new routine. She discovered the heightened eroticism of having a lover who was prepared to obey her every command. She spent most of her time away from Sarah thinking about her, the picture in her mind increasingly of the girl kneeling helplessly in front of her. She had also instructed Sarah to start going to the Gym with her on a regular basis and was sure that the woman was looking fitter and with a healthier body tone.

Sarah too was finding the whole thing increasingly intoxicating. She had under Barbara’s instructions, bought some lingerie to wear for Barbara. She kept it secret from her husband, keeping the garments deep in her underwear drawer. She had bought a variety of items, all in white. She was puzzled why Barbara refused to let her buy any other colour. She was also slightly intrigued by Barbara's attitude. She seemed to enjoy seeing Sarah dressed in her revealing clothing but never appeared in similar things. Whilst not wearing really un-sexy sets, Sarah thought that Barbara’s could be considered functional at best.

One day, whilst kneeling in front of Barbara in an extremely revealing half cup bra and thong, she broached the subject.

"Mistress, may I ask a question?"

Barbara nodded.

"Well, I am kneeling here in extremely sexy undies, which turn us both on. Why do I never see you wearing similar? Do you just keep it for your husband?"

Barbara shook her head. "What you wear is for sluts. You are my slut! So we can enjoy whatever you wear. I like seeing you in your sluttish underwear, but I would never dream of wearing similar." 

"But Mistress, do you never wear anything sexy for your husband?"

"Never, stockings and the like are for whores and sluts"

Sarah felt tears in her eyes; she felt that the statements were directed at her.

"What’s the matter?" asked Barbara. "You know that you are my whore. You are my slave. You will do whatever I say"

Sarah nodded, still with tears in her eyes.

Barbara looked at her and told her to slip her fingers between her legs and pushing the thong aside to push her fingers inside and play with herself.

Sarah obeyed and Barbara found herself moved by the sight of her neighbour/slave, masturbating with tears pouring down her face.

"The power I have" she murmured.....

She leaned over and kissed her slave delicately on the cheek. "I am so glad we found each other and we are going to have such fun together", she murmured,

"But you need to remember who you are. Keep touching yourself. I want to see you orgasm in front of me."

Sarah let her fingers move lightly across her. She could feel herself becoming more aroused and she managed to stop the tears.

Barbara moved behind her and unfastened her bra. She smiled as she eased the bra straps from Sarah's shoulders and watched it slide down across her thighs. 

She grasped both Sarah's nipples between her fingers and felt them harden against her touch. Sarah moaned slightly and began to rub herself a little harder and a little faster. Barbara squeezed her fingers together and listened to the gasp of pain. 

"Now, now… I think that you are still enjoying my touch. But doesn't it give a little edge to the pleasure you are feeling from between your legs" Barbara whispered into her slave's ear.

She pulled slightly, watching the nipples stretch out and smiling as she heard a small squeal. 

Barbara wondered how much her neighbour could take and pulled harder. Sarah cried out but her fingers could still be seen buzzing across her crotch. 

Barbara released her fingers and watched the nipples flick back to their normal position. Feeling extremely horny, she knelt beside Sarah and began kissing her left breast. She let her tongue lazily glide across the smooth skin and eventually circle around her nipple. She took it completely between her lips and then after a few seconds of lingering kisses, bit sharply down.

Sarah screamed and bucked, but Barbara wouldn't let go. She maintained the pressure for a few seconds and then released her grip. Sarah was shuddering and gasping for air. It was clear that this was not due to just the bite, as savage as it had been.

"You've orgasmed, you slut" Barbara chided her.

"You obviously liked my 'kiss'".

"Mistress, it was so intense. It was a mixture of extreme and unyielding pain, mixed with an ecstatic pleasure. What with the pleasure I was giving myself it just sent me across the edge"

Barbara giggled. "I thought you would like a little pain. I tested you out and you seemed to want some more. Now that we know where you stand on that, we can try a little more on a future occasion.

"Now, you have had an orgasm and your Mistress is feeling very sexy. I want you to peel off my panties and bring me off."

"Yes Mistress" Sarah bent her head and pushing it under Barbara's skirt, reached for her Mistress's underwear....


Later, when they were both fully recovered and Sarah was ready to go home, she turned to her neighbour and repeated her earlier question.

"Please, don't be cross with me but I would love to know why you don't have any sexy underwear. All I have seen you in has been perfectly functional, but surely sometimes when you undress in front of your husband, you want to wear something more attractive."

Barbara sighed. "Sit down again, my dear. We obviously need to talk."

They chatted for an hour as Barbara explained to her that she had never worn anything risqué and how her instincts prevented her from wearing anything that she considered to be slutty. It was clear that this included most of the items that Sarah wore on a regular basis and particularly the ones that she wore for her Mistress. Sarah found it hard to reconcile the fact that she was encouraged to dress up for what appeared to be a very prudish Mistress. She also found it difficult to understand how Barbara could be so puritan in this way when she had so clearly liberated one aspect of her life.

Finally, Sarah managed to persuade Barbara to come on a shopping trip with her. She promised to take her only to department stores where they could browse anonymously but she hoped that she would return with more than they left. Barbara agreed, extremely aware that the balance in her relationship had tilted and she was determined to regain the supremacy.


They met up the next day to travel into town in Sarah's car. It was a rather cool day and Barbara decided to wear tights over her white cotton panties. She also sported a knee length pleated skirt and a long overcoat. Sarah in contrast was wearing a knee length black leather skirt and matching jacket. She was wearing stockings as she demonstrated to Barbara as she climbed into the driving seat and her eyes glinted as she told her mistress that she was wearing her favourite thong.

Barbara felt all jumbled inside. She was feeling very aroused by the woman beside her and knew that with one command could move easily into Mistress-Slave mode. But she was also feeling very nervous at the shopping expedition that they were embarking on and very worried about what any people that they met might think.

After a car journey, chatting about everything except the purpose of their trip, they arrived and having parked the car, Barbara found herself outside her favourite department store.

She felt her face flush at the thought of what was going to happen. Another part of her was telling her she was being ridiculous. There was no shame in a grown woman going into a store to buy underwear for herself, but this part was very small and couldn't hope to break past the years of self-conditioning that Barbara had put herself through.

"When we are finished here, you will suffer for what you are doing to me" she growled.

Sarah laughed happily "If you punish me whilst wearing the results of this trip, then I won't complain"

They wandered in. Sarah stopped before the lingerie section. "Before we go in, I want you to look at some of the customers browsing around. Ignore the men; we don't know what their partners look like."

"Unless it is for themselves" she added with a small snigger.

There were about eight women wandering between the aisles, obviously looking at the garments. Two were with men. Six were on their own whilst a couple of men, on their own, browsed quietly.

"Look that that couple", she pointed to a young couple. "That’s a very lacey bra that she has there and is that a thong on the rack below? If she buys that, is she a slut?"

Barbara shook her head.

"But if you were wearing it?" Sarah left the question unsaid.

Sarah nodded at a young woman. She looked to be in her early twenties and was made-up and wearing a tight t-shirt and hipsters. "Slut or wife?"

Barbara watched her for a bit as she looked through the rack of bras before finally settling on a padded black one that she felt comfortable with. 

Barbara watched a middle aged woman, examining the corsets, before pulling out a pink one with matching panties. Barbara smiled, "Slut" she said quietly. "But I take your point"

She signed heavily, "What do you think I would look good in?”, finally admitting defeat.

"Something lacy", Sarah replied, grinning. "Something that shows off your body to the best effect"  

They spent the next hour browsing amongst the aisles, until finally Barbara was finished. Sarah was carrying her choices and took them to the counter for them. They both watched as the sales assistant scanned in five pairs of panties (assorted styles), three bras, three matching garter belts, five pairs of stockings, a thong backed teddy and a satin corset that Sarah had practically got onto her knees to beg Barbara to buy.

Barbara paid for it all, thanked the assistant, let Sarah pick up the bags and headed for the exit. Barbara grinned at Sarah, "So what was the Sales Assistant thinking?"

Sarah laughed "Slut, of course. Particularly as every piece you bought was black and lacy"

Barbara laughed. "Well, I think it is appropriate for the Mistress to wear black. Black is all about control."

Sarah looked at her "So why have you only worn plain white until now?"

"Exactly" 

Barbara let Sarah drop her off at home, telling her to come over the next day. She hurried inside and went straight up to her bedroom. She laid all the purchases out on the bed and quickly stripped off. She carefully picked up a packet of the stockings and unwrapped them. Carefully, she slid one onto her leg and pulled it slowly up her leg, over her knee and up her thigh. She repeated this on her other leg. She ran her hands across her thighs, feeling the difference in touch from the thigh clad in black stocking to her pale pink skin. She let her fingers linger, enjoying the difference in sensation from tights. Here her legs were covered but she was open. She let the fingers slide over her pubic hair, but with great restraint, pulled them away and jumped to her feet. She took a garter belt and slid it around her waist, fastening the clip so that it was secure with the four straps hanging loosely around her body. Carefully, she attached each to the tops of her stockings, straightening them where necessary.

She looked at herself in the mirror, standing face on with her legs slightly apart; she was looking like a male fantasy figure. Her nipples were erect and were sitting on two perky breasts. The garter belt was emphasising the swell of her hips, with the shadow of her sex framed in the centre.

"Mmmm, seduction, in reverse" she said quietly as she took a pair of panties from the bed. She held them up in her hands for inspection. She saw a small lacey triangle at the front and a very thin strip of material behind. "Ah, the thong of thongs", she smiled “just was a reformed slut needs"

She put them on, feeling them grip to her body and slide into her crevices.

"Well, if I look like a slut, I'd better start to act like one" she sighed to herself, falling backwards onto the bed, knees wide apart, letting her hands start to explore every part of her body...... 



B Turns to D Ch. 04



As time passed, Barbara and Sarah's relationship grew and deepened. Barbara became more and more used to having Sarah around and was becoming more and more comfortable with her sexuality and her kinks.

The whole thing was still conducted well between the hours of 9 and 5 and there were no suspicions from either husband that their wives might be closer acquaintances than they appeared. Barbara took to wearing her "Mistress" underwear more and more regularly enjoying the feel of it beneath her clothes, but fastidiously would change before her husband returned into her plain white bra and knickers, that she had always worn in the past.

Their sex life remained as regular as ever, though Barbara would sometimes get an extra thrill as she lay on her back, Steve thrusting between her legs, thinking how earlier that day, Sarah had been bound helplessly, forced to kneel facedown, wrists tied to her ankles and Barbara ruthlessly licked her to orgasm after orgasm.

She felt herself becoming more aroused through the vision than by the feeling of her husband pounding himself relentlessly inside her.

Eventually, she felt him spurt inside her and kissing her on the cheek rolled away from her. It was the usual routine and she now found herself asking why she had found this satisfying for so long. It was clear to her now that she needed more than this and decided that she needed to push the boat that she and Sarah sat in, further out into the sea of life.

Next morning, she found herself sitting at the table with a piece of paper in her hand. She had split the paper into two columns, marked "Barbara" and "Mistress Barbara". She was currently assigning adjectives to each column. "Barbara" currently had "Married", "Quiet", "cotton" and "frustrated" against it. "Mistress Barbara" had "free", "confident", "In control" against it and Barbara was deciding or "Lace" or "Leather". She smiled and added them both as Sarah knocked on the door. The door was open, so as usual, she came in and knelt in the hall, waiting for Barbara to come. This was part of their usual routine now. Sarah knocked so that Barbara knew she was there. If Barbara had a visitor, she would lock the door so that Sarah would know. Sarah would kneel, arms behind her back until Barbara came to find her. She had once spent all morning there without Barbara acknowledging her presence and Barbara had been very pleased that her slave had completed the test without a single complaint.

But today, Barbara called her through and asked her to sit at the table with her. She still considered Sarah as her friend, actually, her best friend now, and wanted to share her current situation.

Sarah listened carefully to Barbara’s story, smiling at little at the image of the previous night’s sex. She then looked at the list. She grinned. 

"You've got a problem" she said. "You seem to have outgrown your current life."

Barbara nodded.

"You've moved into a space that you would never have dreamed of, a few months ago. But you still have a lot of baggage that you need to decide if you are going to get rid off."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you are still a wife first and a Mistress second. You keep everything within its box and try to keep things separate. You are now finding that this is a strain. You need to become happy with you, you want to be and this will give you the confidence to become that person."

"For example, although you are my Mistress, you have never done anything that you think will upset me. You are in control, but you have never exercised true control."

Barbara nodded. "I do think that I am in control but I always make sure that I am not forcing you to do anything that you would not wish to do."

Sarah smiled "That's right and I love you for it. But you are nowhere near my limits. I have found since I have kneeled at your feet that there is an extremely submissive woman within me. I crave your control."

Sarah took the piece of paper and wrote on the back "Sarah" and "slave sarah". Under the Sarah column, she wrote "Married", "Happy", "Sexy" and "Velvet". Under the slave column she wrote "bound and bliss", "loved and humiliated", "hurt and fucked", "no limits"

Sarah looked at what she had written and smiled. "This is me ", she said "I am not perfect and I'm certainly not free of hang-ups, but I think I am clear in my mind about you and me"

She gave the list to Barbara and asked her to read it out loud.

Barbara read through the first column and began the second. She faltered over the F-word, not quite able to say it properly.

Sarah smiled. "Mistress, you must break your in-built taboos. You still have some, but if this is to work, you must break them yourself. I can no longer help you and remain your slave."

She fell to her knees.

"Mistress, this slave would like to go home now and leave you to think."

Barbara nodded and her slave stood up and left the room leaving her Mistress deep in thought. 

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Barbara sat perfectly still in her wooden upright chair watching the man before her whimper. 

"Please, Mistress, don't whip me again" he begged, tears dripping onto his flushed cheeks. He was completely naked apart from a pair of steel handcuffs that adorned his wrists keeping his hands bound before him.

His back was crises-crossed with tight red lines and he trembled as he knelt before Barbara.

She said nothing, but looked down at him impassively. She sat in her lilac dress, her back straight as she could managed with her hands clasped on her lap. Her dress allowed no room for a bra and her nipples could be seen pushing through the thin material across her chest. Her dress was cut deeply up one side and a stocking top could be clearly seen along with a slight slice of exposed thigh.

"Thwack"

She flinched as the whip sliced through the air and cut the man's back again and he screamed in agony. 

"Quiet, you fucking wimp".

The woman who had been beating the weeping man stepped forward and roughly thrust a pair of panties into the man's mouth.

She grabbed a gag from a nearby table and pushed that into his mouth too, clipping it together behind his head. 

"There, now we will have the last ten in silence"

Barbara watched in silence and in awe. She had never imagined such brutality and she imagined that, if this followed the previous examples, this weeping man would shortly get dressed and be booking for a further session at some future time.

Barbara had spent a couple of days following her chat with Sarah, agonising over what to do. She had eventually decided to seek out a dominatrix and discuss her situation with her. The only ones she had been able to find advertised their services via various discrete channels and she had found herself ringing one up and asking if she could seek some advice.

Mistress Angela lived about twenty miles away and had been very friendly to Barbara. She was actually quite impressed by Barbara's approach and was willing to pass on advice and also to show Barbara some of the people who visited her.

She asked that Barbara help her out with a few non-sexual activities. Barbara made it clear up front that she did not want to be involved in the scenes and also that she was interested in Domination only. She did not fancy losing her control. Angela agreed but insisted that Barbara should not be fully clothed during any scene that she observed. Equally Barbara was not prepared to be naked or exposed to any of Angela's visitors. Eventually, they came to the compromise that Barbara should wear no underwear, wear stockings but would be allowed other clothes, provided that it was plain what she was (or was not wearing) underneath.

Angela explained that one of the key principles was that the Dominatrix was always in control. This included the clothing and Angela felt that if Barbara was fully clothed that this would imbalance the power balance during the scene. It was therefore important that Barbara was seen not to be fully clothed.

Barbara had been at Mistress Angela’s for three days now. She had observed many of the clientele and had been surprised at many of their requests and the manner in which they were treated.

Barbara had learned many lessons, though she still wondered how she could carry them out.

She had watched men being bound, whipped on their backs, chests, legs and most painfully across their genitals.

She had watched some being dressed up as maids and schoolgirls and put across Mistress Angela's knee and soundly spanked. She had watched them worship Mistress Angela, kissing her boots, licking her heels. She had seen them collared and chained to a variety of objects, chairs, and a wooden horse, hung by their wrists or ankles.

She had watched Mistress Angles push dildos into their orifices and strut around with a dildo strapped to her waist which she had thrust up a variety of squealing males.

After she saw the whipped man out (with a promise of a repeat performance within four weeks, Angela turned and smiled at Barbara. 

"My next client is a little bit special and I think it is time that you got a little involved."

She smiled at Barbara's shocked look.

"Yes, I know that we agreed that you would just watch, but I think you have seen enough now. If we are to break your repressions, we must do it before you leave.

"I think you have seen enough now to get the general idea. You will help me and follow my general suggestions.

"Just a few thinks to remember.

"1. You will have no direct sexual contact. I have never had sex with a client and you're not about to start.

"2. You will have to use appropriate language. I know you have difficulty swearing, but you need to have mastered this. A cock is called a cock. If the client is a fucking wimp then call him one. 

"3. Be firm. You do not need to be polite and never worry about going over the top. They love it. I know you worry about going too far and hurting them or their feelings, but the safe word takes care of that. If they say their safe word then stop, otherwise go hell for leather."

Angela laughed and seeing Barbara's face smiled at her.

"Listen, I've been doing this for nearly ten years. I know what I am talking about."

Barbara nodded.

Angela moved in front of Barbara and clasped her hands.

"I know you are worried" she said softly "but get through this and everything is easy. These people are good clients and if things get too much for you, we can stop and they will understand."

Barbara's eyes bulged at the words. Her mind spun around "They". 

"How many?" she thought.

Angela giggled, reading her expression.

"Don't worry; they are just a married couple. They are both submissive and come to me for a little humiliation to spice up their lives."

"I understand they go and play various scenes at home afterwards."

"Now come with me and we will find you some clothes"

Thirty minutes later, Barbara found herself in front of a mirror looking at herself. She found herself looking at a beautifully made up woman with long flowing hair framing a body wrapped in soft black leather. This started as straps across her shoulders, supporting two bra cups which were nearly pushing her breasts, - tits, she mentally corrected herself, up to her chin. It followed her body down through sleek lines before breaking loose around her hips, diving down to end in a smooth curve just across her belly button. Four straps hung down, hugging tightly to her hips and thighs, ending as connections to two stockings and framing a tight black thong. Just below the knees, the stocking were obscured by a pair of black shiny boots that reached up and across her thighs.

She turned round to view the rear seeing the thin line of the thong splitting her ass and watching the lacing snake up the back of her corset to a neatly tied loop at the top. 

In her right hand was a multi-stranded whip and she tried it out flicking it against her other palm. She felt its tiny sting across her fingers.

She felt severe and glorious, all at the same time. This was one of Angela's outfits and she had seen her in it a number of times. It was slightly too small for her, but they had both agreed that would be more advantageous than not.

She saw Angela's reflection in the mirror and turned to smile at her.

"You look wonderful", Angela told her, coming to inspect her work. Angela had done the make-up and hair for Barbara and had also helped her into the outfit.

Barbara turned and beamed at her. Angela was wearing a black leather skirt, black stockings and heels. She looked severe with her lips dark red, contrasting her raven black hair.

She had told Barbara previously, that she dyed her hair as she thought it finished off her image. She suggested that Barbara would find black hair useful adding that in her opinion, Mistresses always had black or blond hair, though she found the darker option by far the more effective.

She smiled back at Barbara and asked her if she had ever tried water sports. Barbara shook her head, saying she hated boats. Angela laughed and shook her head. Barbara grinned ruefully, realising she had been set up and asked what Angela meant.

"When you need to pee, do you always go to the toilet?"

Barbara nodded, still unsure where the conversation was going.

Angela grinned at her naivety. "Say, you are caught out in the woods with no toilet for miles and you need to go, what do you do?"

Barbara flushed, "I try to keep it in until we get back."

Angela pushed "So you have never once, needed to go in the woods or somewhere and had to go behind a tree and pee?"

Barbara nodded, "Just a couple of times" she admitted.

Angela smile widened "Well, I don't need to do that. If I was going in the woods, I would take a mobile toilet with me"

Barbara looked blank, but knew the answer was coming.

"I might take Phillip or I might take Karen...." Angela let her words die off.

Barbara just gazed at her, still uncomprehending.

"Fuck, Barbara! Do I have to draw a picture?" Angela glared at her.

"I would make them kneel in front of me and I would piss in their mouths."

Barbara turned pale and felt slightly sick at the image in front of her.

"Water sports is playing with water. Well today, the lake those boats will be sailing on will be mine and yours, my dear."

"If you can do this, then you will be well over your taboos."

Barbara had to sit down as she felt completely overcome. Angela sat beside her and clasped her shoulders.

"Listen", she said softly, "I think you can do this. You are not a straight laced lady, you have come here of your own volition to learn and this will set you well on your way. My clients want it. In fact, they crave it and you can do this."

"Now come with me and we will get set up" 

A little later, Barbara and Angela were sitting in front of a couple. They had just arrived and were standing in front of them, heads bowed. Angela had just finished explained who Barbara was and the part she would be playing in their activities.

Barbara took the time to examine the couple in front of her. They were both quite young; in their mid-twenties she guessed and were about the same height. He had light brown hair and blue eyes and was wearing a pair of black trousers and a loose fitting grey shirt. She was blonde with greenish eyes and was wearing a pair of tight denims and a polo shirt. Barbara thought her breasts looked small but that she had a nice curve to her hips.

The couple was introduced to Barbara as "slave" and "slut", but Angela told her that she could call them what ever she wanted.

Angela told slave to undress slut. She stood quietly as he pulled the shirt over her head revealing a pink, sheer bra. Barbara could easily see the nipples poking through and guessed her to be a B cup. 

Slave undid the buttons and eased her jeans down. Within a few seconds, she was standing in front of the two women, displaying matching panties, where Barbara could just detect the pale fuzz of pubic hair. She also thought that she could see a small damp patch too but she wasn't sure if that was not just wishful thinking.

Meanwhile, slave had been told to strip. He quickly removed his shirt, unbuttoning it to reveal a clean chest. He bent over and pulled off his trousers to reveal a pair of white briefs within which the bulge of an erection could be clearly seen. He looked at Angela and after a brisk nod from her, pulled them off, letting his cock burst out as if gasping for air.

Angela stood up. "I will take slave next door for a while" she said. "You can play with slut. We will come back in a bit for some four play" She smiled at her pun.

As she pushed the naked slave out of the door, she turned and winked at Barbara "Remember what I told you"

Barbara waved and turned to examine slut. Having met the pair, she was determined to go through with it and see how far she could push herself.

She stood in front of slut.

"I don't know what you normally do with Mistress Angela" she said coolly, "but I expect you to address me as Mistress. You will do exactly what I say and you will do it quickly and without hesitation. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress"

Barbara nearly swooned with pleasure. This was the first person apart from Sarah who had addressed her in this way. She felt the rush of power within her.

"I am going to hurt you and I plan to humiliate you. I will have you in tears and begging for me to stop, but all the time you will be begging me quietly for more."

She smiled cruelly at her slut.

"Tell me though. Why is a woman so young and so beautiful coming here? Did slave make you come here?"

"No Mistress. I made the original suggestion."

"Oh?"

"Yes Mistress. I just love the thought of losing my control to a stronger person. Slave could not provide that strength and was uncomfortable with me seeing another man. Therefore I started coming here."

"On your own?"

"Yes, Mistress. After a bit I persuaded slave to come to and he did and found he enjoyed it too. Now we always come and see Mistress Angela together. It has been about three years now."

"So who has fucked you?"

"Just slave and Mistress Angela, Mistress"

"No-one else?"

"No Mistress. We are perfectly happy together."

"And has slave fucked anyone else? Has he ever fucked Mistress Angela?"

"No Mistress. Just me. Though Mistress Angela does use her strap-on up his ass."

Whilst they were talking, Barbara had strapped two leather cuffs onto slut’s wrists and attached them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. She was fully acquainted with all the props in the room having watched Angela use them. With a quick pull, the chain sprang taut and slut found her arms being pulled high above her body.

She ran her fingers around the bottom edge of her bra. She pulled it up, exposing slut’s breasts and pinched her right nipple gently. The woman gasped and looked up at her.

Barbara held the left between her finger and thumb and pulled gently and firmly. slut squealed as Barbara continued to pull. Barbara maintained the pressure, ignoring slut's pleadings to stop. She finally let go and watched as the nipple sprung back to its original form.

"That was just to show you that I am not soft" She remarked, "and I am bisexual, so by the end of this afternoon, you can add me to your "fucked by" list"

She said this very casually but was still burning inside.

She wandered over to a table and picked up her multi-thonged whip. She swung it thoughtfully through the air before bringing it back to before the chained woman. 

"You crave this don't you?" she said quietly.

"Yes Mistress" came the almost inaudible reply.

"Then you shall have it."

Barbara flung back her hand and began to flog the woman mercilessly. She aimed the blows all across the front of her chest, letting the blows rain down across her breasts. Slut screamed and moaned, crying in agony as she jerked around trying to avoid the blows, but with Barbara listening carefully, never uttered her safe word.




B Turns to D Ch. 04



"So far, Angela was right" Barbara thought and she stopped her whipping and laid down the whip. slut sobbed but stood still. Barbara moved behind her and kissed her shoulder. slut stopped sobbing and waited to see what would happen next.

Barbara started rubbing her hands across her panties and whispered to her.

"I bet the only people who have ever slipped your panties off have been about to fuck you. I always think it is one of the most intimate things that can happen to a girl."

She slid her hands around the waistband of the panties and slowly pulled over the woman’s hips letting them slide to the floor.

"Mmmm" she said, letting her hands run across the smooth bare skin. "You have a lovely body. So tender, so available. So mine..."

She went away for a moment, coming back with a pair of ankle cuffs which she quickly fastened and a two foot spreader bar which she attached to one cuff and after kicking sluts legs apart connected to the other. She then loosened the chain, unclipped the bra and locked the wrist cuffs together behind her back.

Barbara helped her to her knees and pushed her head down. She looked at her slut, now helplessly positioned on the floor, her rear in the air with her legs held forcibly apart and with her head firmly against the floor.

Barbara looked at the sordid scene before her and smiled; she was reveling in her power and let her finger run down the line between sluts ass cheeks. There was a gasp as it ran over the little crinkled hole and then a moan as it slipped between her lips, just gently running inside and finally a sob as it pulled out nudging against her clit as it did so.

"You have taken a plug before?" Barbara asked.

"Yes, Mistress"

"Small Medium or Large"

"Medium Mistress"

Barbara selected a butt plug from the selection and applied some lubricant. She then knelt behind slut and positioned it over her ass hole. She slowly applied pressure, watching the plastic toy disappear slowly into the hole. She watched fascinated as sluts hole appeared to grow larger to accommodate the thing. Finally, it reached the widest girth, accompanied by some grunts, and the rest was greedily sucked in.

Barbara then recovered her whip and proceeded to whip slut’s ass until it burned red. For good measure, she added a couple across slut’s pussy to finish.

slut was screaming and crying and begging for mercy by the end, but Barbara was remorseless.

She stopped for a sip from her glass of water. She and Angela had drunk quite a bit whilst waiting for their "guests" and so had not needed any for a while. Now, she was feeling a little bit thirsty, even though at the same time the water from earlier was now making its presence felt within her body.

She still wasn't sure that she would be able to pee, but the surge of excitement from the absolute power she commanded still drove her and she turned slut onto her back.

"Now then slut, I need to piss. I see no need to go to the toilet when you are here. I expect you to open your mouth and swallow all my pee. Is that clear?"

Barbara could see a mixture of revulsion and excitement on sluts face. She nodded though and Barbara squatted over her. She pulled her panties away from her and concentrated on letting her bladder relax. For a few moments, nothing happened and then a brief spurt came out that went over sluts chin. This seemed to free the dam and suddenly a great stream of golden liquid burst from between her legs and soaked sluts face. With a judicious adjustment of her hips, Barbara got most of the stream into slut's mouth and watched as she tried to swallow it all. In actual fact, most went all over her face, neck and chest. After a few moments, the stream stopped and Barbara let her panties slide back into place and stood up. She looked down at the helpless woman below her. She lay their quietly, gasping for breath, still heavily cuffed, her body soaking from Barbara’s urine.

Barbara bent over and released her cuffs. She threw her her own panties and told her to dry herself with them. slut got slowly and painfully to her knees and began to wipe her face with her panties. Barbara smiled at the scene and was wondering what she should do next when Angela knocked and entered, slave following on all fours being dragged by a leash.

Angela smiled and asked Barbara what had been happening. She was concerned to see slut seemingly out of bondage. Barbara smiled and told her that slut was just cleaning up her face. Angela raised an eyebrow quizzically and Barbara winked back. Angela burst into a huge grin and told slave to kneel. 

"May I borrow slave for a moment?" Barbara asked.

"Yes. Are you going to pee on him too?"

slave's ears pricked up. 

Barbara shook her head and told slut to take her sodden panties over to slave. He was instructed to wrap the panties around his cock and wank off to them. Barbara explained that for every ten seconds that it took for him to come; she would whip him once across his genitals. She also told him to articulate out loud what he was thinking about as he tried to come.

She told him to make sure that all the semen ended up wrapped in the panties with none escaping.

slave began to quickly rub the panties up and down his shaft. He talked incoherently about licking Barbara's pussy whilst being whipped and being taken from behind by Angela and her strap on. After about thirty seconds, his face tightened, his body spasmed and he slumped slightly.

Barbara told him to wipe his cock clean with the panties and told slut to take them and to show her the stains. The front of the panties was thickly covered in his sperm. As a final instruction she told slut to let slave lick some of his come from the panties before putting them on herself. 

She smiled at the sight of slave kneeling with his penis now drooping with patches of his own semen clustered around his lips and with slut standing in her sheer panties which were clearly sodden and were stained with small globules of come. slut was told not to remove the panties until that evening and then both were told to get dressed and see themselves out.

As the door closed, Angela beamed at Barbara and gave her a big hug. "You were marvelous" she told her prodigy. "I don't think either has ever gone as far as that before."

Barbara smiled dreamily back. "Yes, I was wasn't I?" She turned her head to lean into Barbara and let their lips meet. Angela parted her lips and they kissed deeply and languidly.

Barbara pulled away from her and murmured, 

"Now, where is that strap-on of yours? I need it inside me now" 



B Turns to D Ch. 05



Barbara had settled back into her normal routine again, after her "holiday". Although, she had not gone to the extremes she had found herself involved in whilst away, she was now feeling extremely comfortable with her status. Inside, she considered herself a Dominatrix now. 

Sarah and she had never discussed the details, but Sarah was aware of subtle changes in Barbara's manner. She also seemed far less self conscious and more confident.

They also spent far more time as Mistress/Slave than neighbours. Although, from time to time they would still sit around the kitchen table drinking coffee.

Currently, they found themselves in just this situation. Sarah had just spent half an hour licking Barbara's pussy, kneeling before her with her hands tied behind her back. Barbara had held a small whip in her hand and had swiped at Sarah whenever she had felt her flag. This had resulted in a number of orgasms for Barbara and none for Sarah who was now sitting feeling extremely aroused but not daring to ask for relief.

They were discussing a party that was taking place on the Thursday night. It was being hosted by a neighbour and all of their friends were going. Barbara was breaking the news that she would be unable to attend as her husband, Steve, was away that night with his work. 

Sarah couldn't see this as a problem and suggested that she come on her own. Barbara was reluctant, as everyone else would be in couples and she would always be the odd one out. Sarah spent ages persuading her without success that once the party got going and she mingled that no-one would care.

Barbara wasn't sure if her husband would be happy with her going on her own. 

Sarah hooted, "Can you hear yourself. You've got me wrapped round your little finger, you can do anything you want and you are worried about what Steve might think"

"Why don't you come wearing your dominant mindset? Then you won't be worried about being on your own. You can just act confident and aloof"

She jumped up from the table and got to her knees in front of Barbara. "Mistress, I am begging you to come to the party. Please come."

"And you don't have to arrive on your own. You can go with Jim and me", she continued.

Barbara smiled at her slave. "Alright then. I will. It sounds like a good idea, but you realise because of how you asked me, you will be my slave all the time we are there. I will maintain our rules and won't embarrass you in public, but you will be under my control."

Sarah nodded, excitedly. They had never done this before and it sounded fun. She was still feeling extremely aroused. Barbara could see this and with a wave of her hand told her she could bring herself off using just one finger.

Sarah smiled in gratitude and began to rub herself with her right middle finger. She let it slide between her slit and run up and down to her clit. She let it rub her clit furiously. Barbara watched her desperately try to maintain her composure and try to hold Barbara’s eye as she slide across the line to orgasm and crumpled in a heap with a dopey smile on her face.

The following evening, Barbara got dressed for the party. Although it was not a formal evening, she decided to get into the spirit of it. With Steve, being away, she required no subterfuge and after a long lingering bath, laid out a selection of lingerie. She decided to go for a lacy high cut thong with matching garter belt. She decided against a bra and after a wander through her closet, picked a dark navy one piece dress that came down just above her knees. "There was no reason to look like a complete slut", she thought to herself.

She pulled the dress over her head and smoothed it down checking, that it fitted well. She bent over in front of the mirror to check that no panty line could be seen and checked that the garter straps were not visible.

She was just adding some make-up when the doorbell rang and she stopped to go and let Sarah in. She let her come upstairs to talk as she applied her lipstick.

When she was ready she turned to look at Sarah. Sarah was sitting on her bed wearing a jumper and matching ankle length skirt. 

"Right, we need to be quick." Barbara said briskly or Jim will wonder what is happening.

Sarah giggled "I don't think so. He is used to me being late"

Barbara smiled "Ok, but we should be quick anyway. Take off your skirt."

Sarah quickly unhooked the button at the back and let it slide down her legs. As it hit the floor, she stepped out of it.

She stood in a pair of white satin panties. 

"No hosiery?" Barbara asked.

"The skirt is warm enough" said Sarah

"Ok, well you won't be needing any panties tonight either. Take them off"

Sarah quickly pulled them off. She bent to pick up her skirt.

"No, leave that there for the moment. I am not mean. I will swap your panties for something else that I want you to wear for the party. Just to remind you of our relationship at all times."

Barbara picked up an object from a drawer and held it out in front of Sarah. It was about 4 inches long, but almost arrow shaped and pink.

"Do you know what this is?"

Sarah nodded "I think it is a butt plug or something similar"

Barbara smiled. "That is correct. You will be wearing it for me tonight. It is not too large but it should remind you of its presence at all times."

"Now bend over and hold your cheeks apart for me."

Sarah knelt over the bed and with each hand pulled on her bottom to expose her ass hole to her Mistress. She trembled slightly with the excitement of the thought of what was happening.

She felt something cold pushing against her hole and for a moment, she felt herself squeezing to prevent it getting in.

Barbara laughed and told her that if she resisted it would begin to hurt. She tried to relax and felt the thing going further inside her. It was a weird sensation, the penetration felt different to that in her pussy and she tried desperately not to squeeze back. Pain was building up as it was pushed further inside her but then with almost a plop, the pain eased and the thing got sucked inside.

"That was just the wide bit getting past" said Barbara. "That’s always the worst of it, I'm told"

She smiled "Are you feeling ok. Legs a little wobbly?"

Sarah nodded.

"Oh and you will probably feel like you need to go to the bathroom too"

Sarah nodded again.

"Yes, I feel like I really need to go"

"That feeling will go away, though you may need to go at certain stages during the evening. Remember this, you are forbidden to touch this all night. You may go for a pee but that is all. Is that understood?"

Sarah nodded, already feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"Very well, stand up and put on your skirt"

Sarah followed the instructions, felling very strange already. The plug was already making its presence known and she could feel it following her movements.

Barbara grinned at her. "I am going to enjoy watching your face tonight. One last thing. It is undetectable in most situations, but if you have to really bend over, don't let anyone stroke your ass. They'll feel the bottom sticking out if they do"

Sarah looked shocked as Barbara giggles and said "Well, it’s up to you to avoid that."

"Let’s go"

****

Barbara was really enjoying herself. She had already made lots of friends and had found herself to be one of the centres of attention. Even with people she already knew, she was finding them to be different than before. Being Barbara, rather than just Steve's wife as she tended to be when she went out, was a lot more fun than she had expected.

What also helped was her new attitude. She felt very confident in her environment and was generally treating the people she met in the same manner as the people that she had met at Angela's. She tended to adopt the superior position immediately, letting people work for her attention and favour. And of course, her outfit did not hold her back either. She was clearly one of the best looking women there and this attracted attention not only from the men. 

Rose, the evening's hostess, had been across to talk to her and to size her up. Rose was in her mid fifties and had been recently divorced. She was new to the area and this party had been arranged to let her meet some of her neighbours and new friends.

She was a striking woman, but what Barbara (and most of the other women) had found most interesting was the appearance of her two sons. Both were around six foot tall and were classically handsome with blue eyes, strong faces and athletic frames. They were both with good looking women, but it was clear that these were just dates for the evening rather than girlfriends. 

As she talked to Rose, she saw one looking across in her direction. He saw her looking back and smiled. She smiled back, returning his gaze until he broke eye contact. 

As she moved away from her hostess, she smiled to herself. Previously, she would have looked away and blushed immediately. Not anymore.

She was drinking wine that evening, but was tending to nurse her glass to avoid drinking too quickly. Over the course of the evening, she kept her eye out for Sarah. She seemed to be enjoying herself too as she mingled with other guests. Barbara could see though that she was having the occasional problem as she would sometimes be walking quite gingerly. But this was just for a moment.

She wandered over and quietly asked her how many men she had been groped by.

Sarah turned and smiled when she saw who it was "Oh just about three I think"

"Mmmmm. I bet they think they know what you are wearing or not as the case may be.

"But I'll bet all of them are wrong."

"And what about you, Mistress", Sarah said. Her voice falling to almost a whisper.

"Oh none. I don't think any of them dare" Barbara laughed. "When you get to know them, they are all pretty pathetic really"

She raised her glass to Sarah and wandered off again.

She met Sarah's husband, Jim in the dining room, filling his plate from the buffet which had been laid on.

He looked up as she approached and smiled at her. 

"I was just getting something to eat" He picked up a plate and offered it to her. "Would you like some?"

Barbara smiled back and took the plate carefully from his outstretched hand. She carefully filled her plate form the buffet table, taking a little of the cold meat platters, a little of the salad and carefully adding a little of the sauces to her plate. Jim led the way to a couple of armchairs and they both sank into them, eating as they made small talk about the party and the people that they knew who were here.

After a while, Barbara was aware that Jim's eyes were spending more time staring at her legs than at anything else in the room. She smiled to herself and carefully rearranged them, letting the hem of her skirt rise. She let Jim drink in the view and then looked across at him, catching him staring at her. Jim looked up at her, blushed and muttered something. Barbara beamed at him and told him that she was flattered.

"I'm sorry but I've got to say that you are looking stunning tonight." Jim said, recovering his composure somewhat.

"I don't think I've seen that dress before" he said, adding "and I've got to say, I don't think I've seen you wearing something quite like that before?"

"What do you mean" asked Barbara, letting Jim dig his own hole.

"Well, it’s not the type of clothing you normally wear" he continued.

"Why, what's different about me", Barbara asked innocently.

"Well, you look fantastic in it" Jim said, realising as he said it where this conversation was going.

"Not, Not that I mean you don't normally look fantastic, but the dress is a little more revealing than you normally wear and I don't think I've seen you in black before"

"Well, I've decided to try black out. For parties, like this, I've decided that I will only wear black" Barbara purred, rearranging herself so that for a brief instant, Jim got a flash of her stocking tops.

She could see Jim react to both her words and to her movements. "God, I am seducing my neighbour's husband" She thought, "A neighbour who I've brought to this party with a plug up her ass."

She felt herself becoming aroused and wondered if her nipples were poking through the fabric.

"I find that it makes me look less naive and more sophisticated." she added to Jim. She leaned over to Jim and let her mouth hover close to his ear. 

"I find too that men prefer sophistication in a woman of my age rather than naivety. Don't you agree?"

She could see that her words and her position were having an effect on Jim as he was finding it hard to reply coherently. He had to resort to just nodding his head.

"I also find that sophisticated ladies are like good expensive chocolate" she continued, moving her body nearer to her prey. "The content is so much better than the wrapper."

She stuck out her tongue and pushed it discretely into Jim's ear and let it circle languidly around. She stroked his chest with her other hand, hoping that Sarah was nowhere near and said quietly "And we are full of imaginative ideas."

She pulled back, looked him straight in the eye, smiled and stood up.

"Could you get rid of my plate please? I think I should go and see if there is anything else happening tonight." She walked slowly out of the room, making sure that he could watch every step of her rolling hips.

She didn't look back but as she reached the hall, she could hear Jim hurry up behind her. She turned slowly to see him stop before her. She smiled and arched her eyebrow. "Sorry, I thought we were finished"

Jim stood before her, clearly unable to take his eyes off of her and unable to say anything.

Barbara slowly lifted her hand and placed her palm across his groin. "Well, you may not be able to speak but I think I can get the message", she grinned, letting her hand move slowly up and down the strained length of flesh pressed against his trousers. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

Jim gasped at the obscenity, hardly it expecting to hear it from his impeccable neighbour. Barbara watched his face turn red.

Barbara leaned across and pushed her lips against his ear and whispered "You want to get inside my panties. Don't you?"

Jim hung his head but nodded quickly.

Barbara ran her fingers down his chest, letting them rest again just over his hard groin. 

"Well, not tonight, my dear."

"Tonight is quite impossible, for a variety of reasons." She looked at him with a twinkle in her eye, "and you can't get inside something that is not there."

She kissed him on his lips, long and lingering and then patted his cheek. 

"Come and see me tomorrow. Let’s say 2pm prompt. Save all that goodness in your pants for me then."

She moved away from him. "So that means no sex for you tonight. Ok?"

Jim nodded dumbly.

"Off you go home now. I don't want you playing with anyone else here. Get yourself off to bed. I will find Sarah and send her home in a bit. Obviously I will wait until she has finished whatever tryst she is in"

They both laughed and Barbara patted his rear and sent him on his way.

****

Chuckling at the situation, she had managed to create; Barbara went back into the lounge and found herself face to face with one of her hostess's sons.

"Hi, I'm Adam" he gazed into her eyes, his own glinting.

"Hello. Barbara" she replied shaking his outstretched hand.

"And what’s a good looking woman like yourself doing here" he asked smiling.

"And what’s a good looking man like yourself doing using tired old lines like that?" she retorted laughing.

They both laughed.

Barbara asked what had happened to the two women that she had seen earlier. Adam explained that they were cousins who lived nearby and had come to support his mother.

"Well they both looked gorgeous" said Barbara and cheekily asked if what his family rules were on dating cousins. 

Adam grinned and suggested that there were no rules. He added though that he didn't fancy either of them, particularly as there were more attractive catches around.

Barbara giggled, finding herself quite taken with this young man who looked to be around ten years her junior.

She asked if she was one of the more attractive catches.

"You are the angel fish amongst the herring" he answered and pretended to throw his net over her.

Barbara blushed slightly, overwhelmed by the passion she saw before her. "I'm a married angel fish" she said, thinking inside how hypocritical she felt.

"Everyone has commitments" Adam replied, "And it is important that we do. Otherwise where would be the reason for living?"

He leaned over and kissed her, letting his lips linger on hers.

"Can I ask you a question" he asked.

"It depends" Barbara answered, feeling slightly defensive

"I'll ask and you can decide to answer or not"

"Go on then"

"That black fabric surrounding your exquisite legs. They are stockings aren't they? I can always tell."

"How can you tell?" asked Barbara, slightly puzzled at his perceptiveness.

"A woman walks slightly differently in stockings to tights. More sensuously. I believe it is due to the fact that her bare inner thighs tend to rub together."

Barbara giggled again thinking how ridiculous this sounded, but had to acknowledge that he was right.

"And I'll bet your underwear is black. You act like a woman wearing black"

Barbara looked blankly. 

"I always believe that strong women wear black. You strike me as a strong woman. Not that that is not unattractive." he added hastily.

"Weaker women tend to pink or other such colours."

He looked at her with his head cocked to one side. "Black?"

She laughed and told him that she would not answer that.

"Well I will just have to find out for myself"

Barbara said nothing but just stared at him. She found herself staring into a pair of unblinking cool eyes.

They both stared for what seemed like an eternity before Rose, the hostess appeared at Adam's side.

"Adam, dear. What are you doing?" she asked.

He broke away to look at her. "I'm just chatting to Barbara." he said, taking a long sideways glance at her. 

"Well it looked like you were getting into one of your staring contests" his mother retorted.

"And I am surprised that you have found someone who is prepared to play your childish games." She looked at Barbara. 

Barbara introduced herself as a new neighbour.

"Hello, my dear. Have you come on your own?"

Barbara nodded. 

"I am surprised. Where is your husband?"

Barbara explained that Steve was working away that night and she had just decided to come along on her own to be sociable.

"Indeed..." Rose's eyes flashed.

She wandered away and Adam looked at her.

"I'm sorry about my mother" he replied. She is just a little old fashioned. She thinks that married woman should never be seen out on their own.

He grinned "Now, I like to see some sorts out on their own. It makes it more of a challenge."

He left the statement hanging in the air. Before Barbara could respond, Rose came back and asked Adam if she could speak to him.

Barbara let him go and watched him go to a corner where Rose was obviously giving him a dressing down. 

Barbara took a deep breath and walked over. Rose had her back to her and as she approached she could hear words like "slut", "married" "shameless". Adam was talking back, but was clearly at a disadvantage.

"Excuse me" Barbara tapped Rose on the shoulder.

"If you are talking about me it is only fair you say it too my face."

Rose spun round.

Barbara looked her in the eye and said quietly so that only Rose and Adam could hear. 

"I am married, though that is no business of yours. I love my husband deeply but if I wanted to fuck your son and he wanted to fuck me then we would do it whether you approved or not, you bitch!"

With that she turned on her heels, blew a kiss to Adam and walked out. As she reached the door, she turned and said to Adam "By the way, you were right. On all counts." and with that she turned and marched out.




B Turns to D Ch. 05



Sarah caught her at the door and they left together. They both went back to Barbara's who once she was in the front door, felt her legs give way beneath her.

"Wooooh!" She said. "What a bitch! I'll have her for that."

Notes to readers.

There are a further three chapters to complete this tale. They are in various stages of writing and editing. Please bear with me over the next few weeks as I complete them without rushing them and ruining the theme.

Thank you for your kind words on my efforts so far.

M



B Turns to D Ch. 06



Authors Note - Sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter out. Life sometimes intervenes. Thanks for the feedback and the encouragement. The last two parts are written and will be out soon.

This takes place the day after Chapter 5.

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At two o'clock exactly, the doorbell rang. Barbara opened the door slowly and smiled brightly as she saw her "guest" standing looking somewhat nervously around. 

"Come in" she said and moved aside to let him into her home. She shut the door behind him and moved passed him to stand before him in the hall.

"Are you alright?" she asked, "You are looking slightly pale."

Jim smiled weakly. "No I'm fine" he answered. "I am just worried that I might have been seen coming over."

Barbara laughed gently. "Who cares? We are neighbours. What is the problem?" She turned on her heels and headed up the stairs.

"I just need to do a few things. It would help things along if you could just take off your clothes for me now. I'd like to see the whole you when I come back down in a minute. Ok?"

As she got to the top of the stairs, she knelt down and peered down the stairs. Jim was still standing there, looking up at her, not saying anything and standing completely motionless.

She turned and came back down the stairs slowly.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. "I thought that you had popped over this afternoon to fuck me. I have obviously embarrassed you. Perhaps, it would be best if you just left and I'll find some other way of satisfying myself this afternoon."

Jim reddened and finally managed to find some words. "No, I want to stay" he muttered. "I just didn't expect to have to take off my clothes at the front door."

Barbara squeezed his cheek gently. "Well, if you want to stay, it’s my house, my rules. Is that clear?"

Jim nodded.

"Well get down to it!" Barbara said harshly, "Or just leave. We're not playing at shy little virgins."

With that retort, she headed back up the stairs, smiling to herself as she saw Jim struggling to unbutton his shirt whilst at the same time pulling it out of his trousers.

Five minutes later, Barbara appeared at the top of the stairs to see Jim standing naked in the hall below. She smiled down at him, delighting in his obvious reaction to seeing her again. 

"Judging by your not so little friend, I guess that you like my outfit" Barbara cooed. 

"As I come down the stairs, I want you to get to your knees, with your legs wide apart. Put your hands on your head and don't let them move."

Jim stared at the black leather clad goddess stepping carefully down the stairs, her boots stepping carefully onto each stair step as she moved slowly towards him. His erection pointed skywards, as he watch her breasts ripple under the shiny leather of the basque she was wearing and it twitched slightly, as he stared at the tiny leather triangle disappearing between her legs.

Barbara stopped in front of him and swiftly pulled a leather collar from behind her back and slipped it round his neck, expertly buckling it at the back.

"Now then, Jim." she smiled. "Ready for a fuck?"

"You bet!" he smiled.

"Well, you need to prove to me that you deserve to get access to my body. It’s pretty special and I don't want to get a sluttish reputation for just letting anyone have me, now do I?"

"No I suppose not" Jim replied puzzled, not really bothered what reputation she had. The blood coursing through his body was driving most rational thoughts out and he wanted to think about nothing more than having her on the bed or anywhere else. All he could think of was this and driving his raging tool hard inside her.

Barbara giggled, knowing exactly what he was thinking. She composed herself and resumed.

"Well, the only way we can avoid that is to play my rules and to ensure that you are good enough to get inside my panties.

"Now, here are my rules. You will now do everything that I tell you immediately and without question. Any delay or outright refusal will be dealt with appropriately. You will address me always as 'Mistress'. I will call you what ever I wish."

She produced a pair of handcuffs. 

"Now you have two choices. You can put these on, with your hands cuffed behind your back. By doing this, you signify your acceptance to my rules.

"Or you can get up, get dressed and leave my house. Your choice... but it is the last choice you will ever have with me."

She patted him on the head, smiling wickedly.

Jim quickly took the cuffs and after a moment worked out how to cuff, first, his right wrist and then his left, whilst holding them behind his back.

Barbara looked down sternly at her prisoner. 

"Slave!" She barked. "Lick my boots. Lick them carefully and be sure not to dribble."

She stood and watched as her new slave, tentatively began to dab his tongue and lips at her left boot. After a few moments of watching this, she began to get bored and told him to stop and to follow her upstairs.

After two hours, Barbara knew that she had another slave ready to be trained. He lay bound and gagged in front of her; his asshole was plugged by a black rubber plug that she had spent an extremely long time easing inside, savouring his gasps and moans as she had pressed it further and further inside.

He had also been taught to treat her with the proper respect and had been able to serve her a cool glass of wine in the manner that she expected. It had taken ten painful lessons to achieve it and Barbara was not certain that he would be able to sit down for a while as she had used each lesson as an opportunity to test out her newest riding crop on his tender buttocks.

She unbound him and after receiving further appropriate thanks from him, let him get dressed and go home, telling him to come back at the same time the following week. She giggled to herself as she wondered how he would keep his bright red ass to himself.


She knew that both Jim and Sarah would not share their secret with each other and she found it incredibly erotic to know that she had both under her complete control.

She spent the next month teaching Jim how to be the slave that she wished whilst having many exquisite sessions with Sarah, each with her secret knowledge adding a little extra spice to each encounter.

Eventually, she decided to move to the next step.

Prior to Jim's regular session she invited Sarah over. Sarah normally went to the gym at this time but was told to rearrange this. Sarah arrived and Barbara quickly took her upstairs and stripped her naked, placed wrist cuffs on her, gagged her and then led her into the closet and hooking her cuffs onto the coat rail. 

"Now, stay here and do not make a sound, no matter what happens.” she commanded. "If you disobey me then you will be severely punished.”

"Do you understand?"

Sarah nodded vigorously.

"Good, I will leave the door open slightly so that you can see what is happening."

Twenty minutes later, Sarah was astonished to see her husband, naked and being led around the bedroom on all fours by a leash attached to his collar.

She watched in shock as her husband proceeded to let himself be fucked in his ass by her Mistress, wearing a huge strap-on and begged to be caned. She tried not to moan as her arms grew tired as she hung from the rail. Finally, after watching her husband/fellow slave being strapped to the bed and seeing her beloved Mistress bounce up and down on top of him for nearly thirty minutes, pinching his skin and slapping various parts of his naked body, she was relieved when Barbara gave the command for him to come. She watched enthralled as his face screwed up and his body shook as he came inside her Mistress, who after a moment of high passion, slid off his body. She saw him being untied and told to collect his clothes and go. 

A few minutes later the front door slammed and then Barbara was there, opening the closet, smiling triumphantly at her.

She unhooked Sarah and pushed her to her knees. 

"It’s starting to drip out of me," she said as she undid the gag, "I want you to clean me out."

Sarah shuddered but immediately went to work with her tongue. She began by scooping up the trickle that had begun to slide down her Mistress's leg. Barbara shook slightly and moved back to sit on the edge of the bed, letting Sarah follow still keeping her tongue working hard. She let her tongue move closer to Barbara's cunt, letting it lick the traces that were beginning to stick to her hairs around her labia and then letting her tongue linger across Barbara's clit, in exactly the way she knew her Mistress preferred; slightly firm but light and always flicking.

Barbara felt a second orgasm coming, pushed by Sarah's physical actions but enhanced by the mental triumph she felt. She was delighting in the fact that she had just fucked this woman's husband's brains out and now was having her mind blown by her trained tongue. A tongue, she reminded herself, that she had trained herself.

She felt herself slipping across the edge, away from reality and into pure bliss and as she did, she squeezed, letting Sarah get a large wad of come straight into her mouth. Sarah tried not to choke and gamely continued working her tongue whilst swallowing the additional load.

After a further few minutes, Barbara told her slave to stop and lay back; letting herself recover and come down from the dizzying heights she had reached. Finally, she put on her dressing gown and told Sarah to make her a coffee. She used the minutes whilst the coffee was being made to compose herself. Sarah brought the hot cup carefully into the bedroom and knelt at Barbara's feet as she sat and sipped at the coffee.

"So..." she mused, "How are you feeling, my dear."

"I don't know" Sarah replied. "I was surprised when I saw you drag a man into your bedroom and shocked when I realised that it was my Jim. But then I realised that you are my Mistress and you can do whatever you want with me. If you choose to fuck with my husband, I am not sure that I can complain."

Barbara smiled, "But are you not cross with me for being unfaithful to you?"

"No, Mistress" Sarah answered immediately, "I am just your slave. You can do whatever you want with me or to me.

"I know that this was a test for me and I know that it proves to me just as much as it proves to you the power that you have over me. I didn't realise how strong your grip was over me, Mistress. I love you deeply and want to be with you and care for you and everything."

Barbara felt tears welling inside her and moved away so that Sarah could not see her face.

"I love you too, slave. And I am grateful for your devotion.

"Now get dressed and go home."

She pulled her slave to her feet and kissed her deeply.

"But do not tell Jim that you know about him and me. I want that to be just between us for the moment. I can't imagine that he will be quite so understanding."

Over the next few days, Barbara twisted the screw on both Jim and Sarah. She took great delight in fucking Jim senseless and then sending him home. She had told Sarah that she was to fuck Jim every night too and enjoyed listening to the stories from a man who had been fucked senseless being forced to come time after time for his wife in order to avoid any suspicion. Sarah too was enjoying her time as she and Jim were having more sex now than they had had in a while.

Finally, one day, Barbara told Jim that he was not to have sex with Sarah for a week as she told him she was jealous of his wife. She told Sarah that she was to fuck him every night. Barbara chuckled as she thought of the conflicting commands she had issued and she knew that one of them would be punished the next day for their failures.

She summoned Jim across the next day and interrogated him on his previous evening. He smiled triumphantly, telling her that he had managed to stay celibate. Barbara quizzed him closely and found that he had managed to drink two bottles of wine that had rendered him virtually insensible and despite Sarah's most intimate attentions had managed to avoid any sexual relations.

Barbara patted him on the cheek and praised his ingenuity, whilst making a mental note to avoid giving him too much alcohol in the future.

She then stripped him naked and after teasing his cock for a few minutes, gagged him, shoved him in the cupboard and with the same warnings as she had given Sarah previously, shut the door.

Half and hour later, Sarah arrived, looking pale and ashamed. 

Barbara quizzed her downstairs and after finding out that Jim's tale was true, sent her upstairs to her bedroom where she was told to strip and kneel in front of the bed. Barbara went into the spare bedroom and put on her leather catsuit and taking her crop, marched into the bedroom. 

She forced her slave down across the edge of the bed, positioning her so that her ass was sticking up and clearly visible through the crack in the door. Barbara wondered how hard Jim was now as her would be able to clearly see his wife's pussy as she spread her legs at Barbara's command. Sarah squealed with pain as Barbara began to slice the crop through the air, landing heavily and accurately on her soft cheeks, each blow eliciting a further yelp of pain.

After ten, she paused and bending over Sarah so that Jim could see her own leather clad curves, she pushed a finger inside Sarah and gasped in mock astonishment at how wet Sarah was. At Barbara's direction, Sarah slipped back onto the floor and opened her mouth to suck her juices from her Mistress's outstretched hand. 

At Barbara's questioning look, Sarah replied (as she had done many times before), "I love your touch Mistress. Whether it is pleasure or pain, it makes me lose my control and I start to need to come."

"Not today" Barbara replied harshly. "You don't deserve to."

"Now, get your clothes, get dressed and go. I don't want to see you until tomorrow. Be grateful, that those blows were on your behind and not anywhere more painful."

Sarah quickly gathered her clothes, got dressed and left. Barbara went downstairs leaving her "audience" where he was and enjoyed a languid cup of coffee. She smiled at the situation she had just engineered. Now she had two slaves, husband and wife. Each knew that the other was a slave of the same Mistress, but neither knew that the other knew. She felt that she was going to have a lot of fun over the next few weeks.

After a while, she released Jim and told him to get dressed and to go home. She told him that he was not to say anything to Sarah, unless he wanted his wife to find out about him. She instructed him to return in a week. He was to not have sex or drink any alcohol during that time.

A week later, Jim returned, looking slightly worried. He immediately confessed that he had had sex twice in the previous two days. His wife had mercilessly seduced him, slowly and very sexily stripping in front of him and them sitting on top of him and plunging herself onto of his erect cock. She had slowly thrust on top of him until he had come.

Jim's worst fears came true. Ten minutes later, he was stripped and bound to the side of Barbara's bed and was viciously whipped on his ass and thighs by Barbara's favourite flogger. His screams of agony and pleas for mercy being muffled by a large rubber gag that had been stuffed into his mouth.

An hour later, having shown the sobbing man out of her front door, Barbara was fucking herself on a large rubber dildo, strapped onto the face of her other slave, who was tied down onto the bed.  

"Fuck!" she thought to herself as an orgasm began to rise through her, "I love this life."



B Turns to D Ch. 07



Barbara was a young housewife with a loving husband. She was an attractive woman who used to have to too much time on her hands. She and her husband had a normal, regular sex life. 

Barbara was a good wife, she looked after the household and her husband. The house was always clean and tidy, she cooked well and always satisfied her husband's sexual desires. She dressed prettily and had a cupboard full of beautiful clothes. 

But she was more that just a good wife, she was a highly sexual woman, to whom, sex twice a week, normally lasting little more than five minutes was not enough. She had another cupboard in the spare room. This was full of beautiful clothes too, leather corsets and catsuits, rubber skirts and other such attire. She also had a locked box that when open revealed a glittering array of whips and crops, gags and other such items. Barbara had a secret that she kept from her husband. She was a powerful and highly sexed dominatrix who owned two devoted slaves.

For a while, she had spent most days, enjoying the attentions she felt she deserved from them. For a while, she had enjoyed them individually, each not being aware that the other knew that they were a slave. This had resulted in some delicious scenes where she had sent each home plugged or redden by a good whipping, delighting in the efforts each had made to avoid the other finding out.

Now, both knew about each other and Barbara wanted more. She was fed up with pretending to be a housewife when her husband Steve came home. She wanted to live her new life to the full everyday.

Steve had never shown any interest in BDSM. He never really showed any interest in any sexual adventurism and until now Barbara had not been inclined to include him in her new life. However, she decided that now, he needed to be involved or he needed to be out.

She spent a few days making some plans and then when he came in one evening, she sat him down at the kitchen table and began to talk.

"Steve," she started, "We need to talk. Over the last few months, I have become somewhat concerned over our sex life. I cannot continue in a marriage that means that once or twice a week as we go to sleep, you pull up my nightie and slip inside me until you come. I need more than that. I am a sexy woman, who needs far more attention than that. You need to change and if you are not prepared to then I want a divorce."

Steve looked stunned. "But I never realised there was a problem," he said, "I thought you were happy".

"Oh Steve, I used to be happy, but I know that there is more to sex than just a quick fumble. I want to be cherished, I want you to seduce me, caress me and arouse me slowly and then make love to me for hours and hours."

"But... I thought I did all that?" he replied, looking shocked.

"I know you think that and I know that it is not enough for me." Barbara replied, “So I have decided that if we are going to continue together, then I am going to have to teach you how to do the things that I desire.

"So if you still love me and want to stay with me then you must let me take control of our love life.

She looked at him intently. "Well, what do you think?"

Steve looked very shocked. "Well, I don't know. It all appears very sudden, but if it means staying with you, of course I will do anything you wish"

Barbara smiled warmly and kissed his cheek. "Good come upstairs with me then."

She led him up the stairs and paused at the door to their bedroom. She pulled a scarf which was lying across the door handle and blindfolded him. She led him into the room and then stripped him naked. She smiled at the small flaccid cock, hanging between his legs. She reached down and fondled his balls for a moment, enjoying the gasp that he couldn't help but emit.

She then pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed his wrists together.

"What’s going on?" he yelped.

"You are doing what I wish" she replied harshly. "Now, just shut up and do as I say". 

She removed his blindfold and he gasped as he saw the newly built cage sitting in the corner of the room. It was built into the corner of the room and went from floor to ceiling. From the walls, the wall of the cage came out about 30cm and then was met by a further caged wall which crossed at an angle to the room to meet the other cage wall. This central wall faced directly into the middle of the bedroom and had a door hinged in the middle of it.

Barbara grinned at her husband. I have had the workmen in today. It is my ultimate fantasy to have you caged inside this and that fantasy is about to be realised now. She pulled her husband to his feet and dragged him over. Opening the door she pushed him in and attached his cuffed hands to a hook hanging from the ceiling. 

She shut the door and listened with great satisfaction to the click of the latch. 

She turned back to her husband, naked, hands pulled high in the air. "One final thing" she said, "I had a small hole made in the door. She pushed her hand through and wiggled her fingers so that he could see it. "This is for you to stick your cock and balls through so I can play with them should I choose". With that she grabbed his balls and pulled on them forcing him to shuffle towards the cage door. Gradually, she pulled his balls and his cock through the hole and then pulling a plastic strap that was threaded around the hole, looped it around the base of his cock. She produced a small padlock and used this to lock the loop in place, holding his balls (plus cock) immobile.

Barbara laughed gently and then spoke softly. "I bet you are in a bit of a state now. You were looking forward to a nice evening meal, a little bit of TV and then bed. The last thing you were expecting was your wife to stick you in a metal cage and then trap your balls in a little vice"

"Well you had better get used to this, because this is your place in our life now. You said you would do anything I wished and this is what I want. Now, in three days, you will get to choose again. You can have a divorce or you can remain with me. Don't decide yet, as there is a long time to go before we are finished."

With that, she fell to her knees and began to lick his balls. Steve moaned as he felt his wife's skilled lips and tongue go to work on his tender balls. He tried to jerk away but they were firmly stuck and he dared not move for fear of doing some injury to them.

Barbara let him sweat for a few more moments and then with a little nip of her teeth, she gave one last lick and stepped away. 

"I will be back in thirty minutes", she said. "Then, I will whip you." 

Steve's evening was one of ongoing pain and torment. His muscles ached from having to stand immobile for so long. Although Barbara had said 30 minutes, she waited an hour before returning. An hour that passed agonizing slowly. To make matters worse, Steve could see the alarm clock beside the bed and he had spent the first 15 minutes, mentally trying to make it go faster. He had spent the second fifteen minutes watching it edge nearer and nearer to the 30 minute mark. His relief when it reached the 30 minutes was intense, but this made the misery even worse when there was no sign of Barbara returning. Now every second was painful. He had relaxed thinking his ordeal was over and this made every passing moment much more miserable. He lost all sense of time, feeling his muscles tighten and the strap around his balls tighten and rub against him.

When Barbara returned, after well over an hour, she found her husband, virtually sobbing with exhaustion and snivelling quietly to himself. Not even the fact that Barbara had changed into her favourite leather corset and boots, cheered him up. Barbara unlocked his balls and unhooking the cuffs dragged him out of the cage. He fell helplessly to the floor.

"On your knees, ass in the air" Barbara shouted at him, determined not to lose the momentum. 

He struggled into position, Barbara dragging and pushing him until he was about right. She then produced a cane from under the bed and proceeded to slowly and methodically, whip his ass and his legs. He screamed piteously as the first lash struck him skin and collapsed on the ground. Barbara dragged him back to his whipping position and told him that that stroke would not count as he had moved.

Steve was virtually in tears and shaking as Barbara ruthlessly punished her husband. She tried to remain emotionless about the whole thing but found it difficult not to feel total elation at the position she found her self in.

After ten strokes, she laid the whip down and sat on the edge of the bed, and pulling her tearful husband close, gave his a long embrace. "You've done well" she said, "I know it feels like I have been brutal and you are unable to cope but I can see some inner strength there and some potential." 

"Now, let's continue"

She pushed him onto the bed, face down and walked out of the room for a moment or two. When she returned, her hips were swaying and a large rubber dildo was swinging between her legs. Steve could see this and moaned.

Barbara saw the look in his face and grinned. She came close to his face, holding his chin in her hand.

"Darling" she whispered," I need to fuck you up the ass with my little friend. I like it and I know you are going to love it. All my slaves love a good ass fucking."

"All of them" she murmured as she pushed a pillow under his stomach and pushed her cock against his anus. 

The scream was horrendous as she brutally pushed herself inside. There was no lubricant on the dildo so progress was slow and clearly very painful, but Barbara loved every delicious scream. She realised that she was in danger of becoming a very cruel woman. But she thought, he is my husband so deserves whatever I choose to give him.

After a slow painful progress, she finally felt his muscles relax and she began to fuck him to her usual rhythm. She moaned with pleasure as she felt him spamming beneath her. He was beginning to give into her and she was convinced with a little bit more guidance that divorce would not be his choice in a few days.

Finally, she came violently, her clitoris giving into the relentless pressure of the dildo bouncing against it. She thrust deeply inside and stopped, letting her husband/slave feel the full depth of her dildo. She unstrapped it and pulled herself away, leaving the dildo deep inside him.

Feeling very breathless, she turned him over and began to suck his cock. It quickly went hard and she ran her tongue around his glands. This was the first time she had ever done this and she enjoyed the sensation and the look of astonishment on his face. Under her extremely expert tongue and hands, it was only a matter of moments, before he came, spurting thick semen into her mouth. She smiled up at him and swallowed, licking every drop. He looked back at her, giving a weary smile. 

Barbara looked back at him and, without saying anything, unlocked the handcuffs from his hands. Steve smiled gratefully, thinking that his ordeal was over. Barbara just looked at him and shook his head. Grabbing him painfully by his hair, she dragged him off the bed and pushed him back into the cage. 

"Now, you will stay there for the rest of the night. I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight. If you make any noise, I will gag you and I will probably whip you again. Just you sit there and think about the rewards that you can have for being a good boy."

With that, she locked the cage door and walked out of the room, heading for a lovely hot bath.

She left him locked in the cage all night. But she was considerate and made sure that the room was warm all through the night. As she lay in her bed, alone, she could hear her husband moving around within the cage trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep on. She was actually quite impressed. After the initial tears, there had been no trouble. He had not shouted at her or protested when it was clear that he was staying there all night. He had just looked a little sad and had curled up, sitting/crouched on the floor within the limited space that the cage afforded.

She fell asleep thinking of what she had planned for the next day.

When Barbara awoke the next day, she could hear her slave moving around. She lifted her head sleepily to see him holding the bars staring at her. She lay, savouring the moment. This was the first time ever that she had woken up with a slave in her presence waiting to serve her, even if he didn't know that yet.

Barbara felt a little tremor of excitement course her body and she gave herself a little rub just to start the day nicely. She got out of bed and flicked open the cage door.

"Get out of there and go and get me some breakfast. I want hot fresh buttery toast and a nice cup of tea. Bring it up in five minutes. Go!"

She lashed out at him with her foot as he scurried to the door. 

Later that morning, Sarah knocked at the door. She had been told by Barbara what was happening and had been told to come over as a neighbour not a slave. 

Steve by this point was hunched on his hands and knees in the hall, carefully cleaning the skirting boards. He was completely naked, but was wearing a new set of red stripes across his back. He gaped as he saw Sarah walk in and tried to hide. Of course, Barbara was having none of this and she kicked him until he got back to doing his little job.

"I've decided to take charge of this house" Barbara told Sarah in a deadpan voice "and this little fuck is now going to do whatever I say. Aren't you?"

She directed this query at her naked slave who nodded and said in a very low voice "Yes Mistress".

Sarah laughed and asked if he was completely broken in. 

"Surprisingly well so far" Barbara said nodding at the welts on his back. "I've had to teach him a few things and I expect these lessons will need some reinforcement, but so far so good.

"He still needs a lot of practice on the basic arts of pleasing a woman. Would you like to try him out."

Sarah nodded. 

"Ok go into the lounge and strip off. Usual position. I will bring him in in a minute. "

Barbara watched Sarah go into the lounge. Once the door was shut, she grabbed Steve by the arm and pulled him to his feet.

"Listen carefully, slave" she said "you are going to make my friend come at least twice. If you don't manage this in the next twenty minutes then you will be back in the cage for the rest of the day."

Steve told a deep breath of air and nodded.

"Now, you are not going to get the pleasure of seeing her. Put on this hood."

Steve drooped slightly but held his head up to let the blindfold be put on. He was getting used to the various pieces of strange clothing his wife seemed to own and was becoming slowly aware that his wife clearly did a lot of things that he had no knowledge or experience of.

He let himself be lead into the lounge and was pushed down onto the floor. After a moment, he felt a pair of warm thighs straddling his body. Then he felt something hot and wet being pushed against his face. He began to lick furiously, directly all his attention at the wet folds of flesh which he felt were dangling in front of his mouth. He felt the body on top of him start to move slightly, pushing back against his face and he thrust his tongue out and felt it press between the flesh. He let his tongue explore for a moment and was rewarded with a small shudder. Using this advantage he began licking this spot, flicking his tongue over and over it, hearing a moan of pleasure from above. The thighs tightened across his body and he felt them move up and down. 

This continued for many moments as his tongue licked and he sucked all that he could feel in front of his face. He felt the body tremble slightly and heard a loud moan of pleasure. 'One!' he thought and increased his efforts. He thrust his tongue in harder and dared to nibble the flesh before him between his teeth. After an age, he stabbed with just the right pace and direction and was rewarded with a loud shriek of pleasure and being almost smothered as the body pushed down desperately against his face. Finally, the thighs rose and he was left lying on the floor, gasping for air.

A moment later, the blindfold was removed and he found himself looking up into the face of his wife, he checked himself, his Mistress and a very flushed neighbour.

Barbara smiled down at him. "You did well there, my dear. A pity that you never did more of that with me. You clearly have a hidden talent that I am going to have to exploit."

"Now off back to your cleaning."

He went back into the hall, strangely pleased with himself at the praise he had received.

Barbara whispered to Sarah "He's hooked. He's mine."

It came as no surprise to either of them, when the following night, Steve knelt before his beautiful wife and begged to become her live-in slave for ever. Barbara whipped him for daring to suggest such a thing and then accepted submission. To her delight and his misery, she then spent the rest of the evening with him chained inside his cage blindfolded as she fucked her two other slaves until the early hours of the morning. 



B Turns to D Ch. 08



Barbara smiled politely as she passed Rose a cup of tea. The cup was sitting daintily on its saucer, both made of delicate china. She looked across at Sarah to make sure that she was listening politely as Rose explained to them why she had moved into the area. Sarah offered around the biscuits, adding to the perfect coffee morning scene.

Rose explained that after the death of her husband three years previously, she had felt the need to break away from the area that she had lived in and make a fresh start. Her two sons did not live with her but came up to visit on quite a frequent interval. Barbara glanced over at Sarah as Rose talked. Sarah nodded imperceptibly back to her glance.

Barbara smiled to herself and lay back in her seat, listening to Rose speaking about her sons, whilst reliving her own more intimate memories of each of them. Over the last few weeks, she had enjoyed attention from each. She didn't think that either would submit to her but she had enjoyed some very interesting lovemaking with both of them, individually and as a pair. 

She phased back into the conversation, pushing her thoughts to the back of her mind, letting the delicious memories of their beautiful bodies and large cocks slide back into the recesses of her mind. 

Rose had moved onto discussing their mutual neighbours. They discussed the various merits of each family before finally coming back to their own situation.

"I am so glad that I accepted your invite today" Rose murmured. "I was very surprised to receive it, I must confess. I thought that we had hit it off badly at our first meeting and I must admit that I didn't think things had got much better since."

Barbara laughed "Well you did form an unpleasant opinion of me"

Rose blushed slightly. "Well, you did come over in shall we say, a very overpowering manner. The manner in which you were dressed at my party was rather extreme and I did think that you were the type of women who shall we say, likes to have a lot of close male friends."

Sarah sniggered and Rose turned to her. "Well, when a woman dressed in the fashion that Barbara did that night, it does imply a certain style to her life"

Sarah smiled and turning to look at Rose directly said "Well, I can assure you that I've never seen Barbara chase men around."

Rose smiled. "Well I must take your advice on that. Though I have got to say, my opinion has changed since then, particularly today."

Rose was wearing a blue flower-patterned dress. The skirt reached well below her knees with a closed neck. It fitted her age more snugly that it fitted her body. Barbara reckoned on size 16 rather that the slimmer and smaller sizes that both she and Sarah wore. 

The other two women wear wearing similar two piece outfits, both in knee length skirts but with Barbara wearing a plain white t-shirt and Sarah, a plain yellow blouse.

Barbara smiled, slightly coolly "So what have I done to impress you then." 

"Well, you have a lovely home, so well looked after. You dress nicely and are extremely polite."

Barbara glared at her. "So you wouldn't call me a slut anymore or a whore? Like I think you were telling a few people last week."

Rose stumbled her words "What!..No.. Of course not. Where did you hear..."

Barbara cut her off with a dismissive wave. "It doesn't matter, my dear. I'm sure that we will both discover the real side of each others character as we get to know each other better. Now drink your tea and let’s relax."

Rose looking much discomforted, leaned back into her seat and took a long sip of her tea.

Sarah leaned over and asked if she would like a refill. Rose nodded and Sarah took her cup and went through to the kitchen to refill it. 

There was a moment of silence as Barbara looked at Rose and Rose could not look back. Within a few seconds, Sarah had returned with the cup and gave it back to Rose. Rose quickly took another sip and put the cup on the table beside here. 

"I'm sorry" she said. "I think I'm feeling a little dizzy. I'm feeling very light headed"

With that comment, she tried to stand up and fell back heavily into her chair unconscious.

Barbara grinned at Sarah. "I thought the bitch was never going to succumb"

"I had added the sleeping pills to three cups of tea, Mistress" replied Sarah. "I was starting to think that she was immune to them"

"Well, she's done for now" said Barbara. "Help me get her upstairs"

With great difficulty, the pair pulled the sleeping Rose up from the chair, and carried her across the hall and up the stairs. They took her into the spare bedroom and laid her on the bed.

"Right, time for you to go now, my dear. I can deal with this myself from here. Get yourself ready for this evening. I plan to fuck your brains out in a manner we have not tried before."

She kissed Sarah deeply and watched her leave the house.

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Rose moaned and stirred in her sleep. A moment or two later her eyes slowly opened as if the light was too strong. She blinked and shook her head slightly to clear her mind. 

"I'm glad you are awake. I was starting to worry that you were not going to come round in time and that I would have to wake you."

Rose tried to turn round but for some reason could not move her hands. She tried to turn her head in the direction of the voice but found things all still very woozy.

She tried to focus her eyes and became aware of someone standing in front of her. She was wearing a pair of black patent leather shoes and a black one piece swimming costume. As Rose's vision cleared she saw that the costume was very shiny and had some buckles around its waist. It was also clearly not made of Lycra, leather too she guessed.

With a gasp, she suddenly realised the figure before her was Barbara, who was leaning forward. She had a cane in her hand.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

Barbara moved her face close to hers. "You fucking bitch" she spat the words in her face. 

"You thought that you could say all the things you said about me to my friends and then you thought that a nice cosy little tea party with me would mend things.

"Well I am not like that. I don't forgive so easily. Perhaps in the past, I would have just brushed it off, faced the humiliation of having to sort things out with my friends and then got on with things. But no longer!!

"I'm none of the things you said, Whore or Slut. I don't even chase men. They come to me.

She laughed, "They come for me too. I am a Dominatrix. I am your Dominatrix now. You belong to me, you pathetic village gossip! But, I promise you, this is something that you will never dare to gossip to anyone."

She paused for breath and continued. "You may not realise it now, but you belong completely to me. Your body is at my every whim. You are my slut, my whore."

Rose struggled to get up. She realised that her hands were pinned together somehow behind her back. She also seemed to have something round her neck. She tried to sit up, to see her hands and to look down towards her neck.

Barbara pushed her back onto the bed. "Don't you dare move again or I will use this on you." She swished the cane through the air and let it strike the side of the bed, hard and.

Rose jumped with fright as the cane thudded dully into the sheets next to her.

With a heart stopping moment, she suddenly realised that she was naked too.

Barbara laughed gleefully. "Are you just realising your predicament? I know that the sleeping drug takes a few moments to wear off completely but I guess with all the adreniline that must be pumping through your body that you will be back to normal shortly. Let me explain."

"You are lying naked in my spare bedroom. Your hands are secured behind your back with a pair of my best handcuffs. Around your neck is a leather slave collar. It says 'Property of Mistress Barbara" on it. I've destroyed the clothes you came in. Particularly that ugly dress you were wearing. My dear, even a woman of your age can do better.

"Whilst you were asleep, I've had a good look at your body. It is actually in better condition than I thought. You were a little hairy though, so I have shaved you."

She smiled at the look of horror growing on Rose's face. "My slaves don't have pubic hair. I like them neat and tidy down there."

Rose started to struggle again and she suddenly felt a searing pain across her thigh. She cried out.

"Stop struggling!" Barbara said in a very quiet voice.

She leaned close and spat on her face. "You are my slave. You are my slut, my pain slut, my toilet slut and any unpleasant-task slut that I choose you to be."

"You will learn that you should not have crossed me."

Rose shook her head defiantly. "You can't do this to me. You have kidnapped me, you have assaulted me and I will ensure that you are arrested."

Barbara laughed. "I don't think so. I think that within a week I will have you on your knees in front of me, mouth open as I squat and piss in your mouth."

Rose looked appalled at her. Barbara just smiled back, revelling in the look of horror on her victims face. 

"Right, we have just a few minutes. Let me explain what is going to happen now. I have mentioned to a couple of my friends that I have a slave who is prepared to do absolutely anything. She will go to any lengths of depravity for their pleasure. Now, that slave is you! I know you don't think you are suited to the role, but I know you will do your best without complaining."

She smiled down at the woman before her, Barbara's saliva oozing down her cheek.

"Now, I know that you will do your utmost to please my friends. You will do everything that they want. You will do it without complaint or protest, either verbal or body language."

Rose shook her head. Barbara giggled with anticipation. "Oh I think you will. Now you will need to wear this."

She walked over to the sideboard and brought back something black. "This is a hood to go over your head. This will protect your identity. That's not for your benefit, by the way, but for mine. Don't worry it has holes for you to see and breathe."

She pulled it over Rose's head and secured it at the back. She checked to see that it fitted well.

"Now, this is a gag. This will stop you saying anything to my friends.

She showed her captive the gag. It was shaped like a large O, with a hole in the middle.

"Look, this will still let you breathe, but more importantly it will keep your mouth wide open. "

She paused "Just in case, it is needed I guess."

Rose tried to struggle but another sting of the cane persuaded her to stop. She was not too concerned though as she expected that the arrival of Barbara's "friends" would give her a chance to get free.

Barbara looked at Rose, hooded and gagged with her mouth pressed obscenely open around the rim of the gag.

"Now, two final things. I won't be in the room, but I will be watching on my secret camera which I have had fitted. It will be recording everything. You and I know that it is there, my friends don't. Secondly, if you fail to perform to their satisfaction. I will come back into the room and remove your hood. Trust me, you don't want me to do that - so perform well. Remember, if you do well, then only you and I will know about this."

With a parting pat of Rose's ass, Barbara left the room. Rose was left lying on the bed, shivering slightly from the cold and also from the fear of what was going to happen next.

Eventually, the bedroom door opened and Rose heard two people coming in. They were talking excitedly as they came in. With a horror, Rose realised that the two friends were her sons. She moaned with terror and panic.

Tom slapped her ass. "Stop struggling, bitch", he shouted at her.

Her other son, Adam, looked at her. "Your Mistress tells us that you are a fucking pain slut and that you will pleasure us in any way that we choose. Is this correct?"

Rose lay there stunned. Incoherent thoughts were buzzing through her mind. If she shook her head, she would be exposed by Barbara and would never be able to talk to them again. If she nodded, then they were both going to do "things" to her."

Adam slapped her face. "Well, fuckwit!" he shouted "Are you?"

Rose nodded. She couldn't bear to have the hood taken off now. 

Tom laughed excitedly and began to unbuckle his belt and pulled it off.

"Kneel with your face down, you fat bitch", he cried and began to beat her ass with the belt. Rose screamed in agony through the gag, sucking in air desperately as she felt the repeated slicing of the belt cut through her skin. 

The pain was terrible. Tom showed no mercy or consideration for the woman prostrate in front of him. He ignored the screams and laughed as she struggled trying (but failing) to get out of the way of the brutal blows.

Adam watched with a faint smile on his face, quickly stripping off his clothes and he approached Rose from behind, he his holding his erect cock in his hand.

"Move aside, Tom", he muttered. "She is mine now". He spat on his hand and rubbed the spit across her asshole. He climbed onto the bed and after a brief moment to orient himself, jammed his cock up Rose's ass. Rose reacted as if a red hot poker had been shoved up her, and nearly jerked her body off the bed. Adam was ready for this and held her hips tightly. He cuffed her across the face, telling her to be still as he began to fuck her swiftly and roughly.

Rose was screaming and crying. Her ass felt as if the poker had turned into a large steel knife and was cutting into her. Large tears were coursing down her face and soaking the bed. After a few moments, but what appeared to an eternity to her, Adam grunted and she felt him come deep inside her. He pulled out and left her lying motionless on the bed. 

He pulled on his clothes and shaking his head, gestured to Tom. They both quickly left the room.

Barbara quickly came into the room and release Rose from her bonds. She held her in her arms and stroked her hair gently. Rose looked up and her and began to sob again.

Barbara smiled and kissed her gently. "You belong to me now, my dear Rose". 

She said nothing else and just continued to stroke her. Rose continued to sob quietly in Barbara's arms.

After an hour spent in silence with Barbara just holding and stroking Rose, she finally laid her on the bed and prepared a hot bath for her. For the next two hours she bathed and pampered Rose. Finally, as they sat in the bedroom, Rose wearing some spare clothes that Barbara had gone and collected for her, they talked.

It became clear to Rose, that although Barbara was now regretting the barbarity that she had subjected Rose to, she was determined that Rose would be hers and that she was prepared to use the knowledge that only they had to blackmail Rose.

"I want you as my slave. You have seen both extremes today. I can be harsh but I can also be extremely loving and I have blown away all your taboos today. Having been fucked up the ass by your son, means that nothing else can possibly come close.

"Go home now, get a good nights sleep. Cry if you wish again, but tomorrow at nine be back here, ready to serve"

Rose stood up, "Yes Mistress" floated across the room as she walked to the door.

Barbara lay back with a satisfied smile on her face. She had had her revenge on the unpleasant woman and had increased her stable at the same time. She flicked the cane round idly as she let her mind drift thinking about what she might be able to do with two females and two males.

She was brought back to reality from her pleasant day dreaming by a knock on the door. Sarah entered. She had a very solemn look on her face and Barbara could tell instantly that something was wrong.

"What’s the matter?" she asked. "Have you managed to get the tape copied?"

Sarah nodded. She looked like she had tears forming. 

"I can't believe what you have just done" she said. "It was utterly horrible and was something that I never expected from someone like you."

Barbara looked back at her astonished.

"I loved you" Sarah began to cry. "You looked after me, I enjoyed the control that you laid on me and the things that you made me do"

"You were cruel but always loving and I knew that you would never hurt me."

"But you have gone too far. The woman that I've watched on the video is not the mistress that I served a few months ago. I think that you have changed and I don't think that I like the changes."

Barbara stood up and hugged the woman. "Sarah, I'm sorry. I love you too and you know that I would never do anything that you didn't like"

Sarah hugged her but then stepped back. "I'm just not sure any more though, if I can believe you. Don't you realise that what you just did is wrong. I think that when it was just you and me, that things were nice. I enjoyed serving you and being completely in thrall to you.

"But as you have collected some more slaves, particularly Steve, your self control has begun to erode. You are starting to forget where a reasonable line is and I am starting to fear that one day you might, out of spite, do something like that to me. 

"I want a caring loving mistress, not a cruel vindictive bitch.

"I'm going now. Your tape is next door. Don't come over. Give me some space and time to decide what I want to do. And please leave Jim alone at the same time" 

She kissed her gently on the cheek. "I'll speak to you soon." and she turned and walked out, closing the door gently as she left, leaving Barbara, standing dumbly in the middle of the room with a tear rolling slowly down her cheek as she thought about what she had just lost.

The End