4 comments/ 77514 views/ 6 favorites Helen's Slave Ch. 01 By: VivianeGreen Liz was so shocked at what Helen and Alex were asking her that she almost dropped her glass on the floor. The couple was staring intently but trying not to pressure her with their faces, making for awkward expressions. Liz didn't notice, as she could not look either of them in the eye for a moment. "I'm sorry," her eyes stared at the table, "I must not have heard you correctly." "Yes, you did," a matter of fact statement typical of Helen. "Meet us here, at this time, or don't." Helen slipped Liz a card with a list of time, place, and all sorts of instructions on dress and preparation. The very last item Liz's eyes scanned over was titled "safeword: ___", followed by the words "don't forget it!" That told Liz she had definitely heard them right. "Any questions?" Alex asked. "Can we negotiate this first?" Liz wanted to make sure the things she really didn't want to do would not be included. Unfortunately Helen and Alex did not grant her such a privilege. "Be there or not," Helen reiterated, a sweet smile spreading into her soft voice. "No more questions." Then, to Alex, "it's time to go." As Alex stood to leave he smiled at Liz then gave all his attention back to his wife. Liz thought she had heard him whisper, "Yes Mistress," but she couldn't be sure. As they stood up to go Liz was reminded how tall 5'9 was looking at Alex, and how short 5'3 was looking at Helen. Helen kissed Liz on the cheek and let her hand brush over Liz's arm before she left. Three days to decide meant three days of apprehension and an anticipation that drove Liz so fucking insane that her cunt stayed sopping wet the whole time, and any reason and logic she had as tools to help her decide against this in the beginning of that period was worn down by a curiosity made all that much worse by her perverted imagination. She hurried out to obtain just the type of short and tight skirt black the card told her to wear. Liz had no idea if the outfit was more Helen or Alex's idea. The card was typed. She just hoped to God she'd be able to prove herself to Helen, to please Helen with her total surrender and complete submission. She felt more wetness coat her labia as she slipped on the ridiculously high black heels she was ordered to wear. Am I really going to do this? She wondered. I shouldn't. I can't. I have to. If she didn't show up they would never give her another chance. There were things in that card that scared Liz, including the instructions to prepare herself anally. The horrifying idea that she would not be able to control her reactions and endure the pain in silence if commanded, thus risking displeasing her Mistress and Master made Liz realize how much she wanted this, on more than one level. She did everything the card told her with more pleasure than she would have thought possible. The address the card indicated looked from the outside to be a leather club, and Liz wasn't surprised. "Can I help you?" The leather-clad bear at the front desk took in Liz's long black hair and green eyes. He ran is own eyes down over her voluptuous breasts, past her full stomach, with hips that said she was supposed to be a little thinner than she was, and down her plump legs to the feet straining in those ridiculous black heels that she clearly was not femme enough to pull off. He looked like he wanted to say, "What the fuck are you doing here, Dorothy? Kansas is that way" but his demeanor was very gentle. "I was told to go to room 107," she said, only able to look at the floor. "You must be Helen and Alex's slut? They told me about you. I'll take you there." They must have told him that was what she was, their slut. It made Liz's gigantic nipples hard to hear it and sent a wave of pleasure down through her already wet pussy. She followed the man a short distance to the right. "This is it," he said. She went inside and he locked the door from the outside and left. Liz quickly found new instructions typed and sitting on a chair, along with a full red rose with thorns. Next she noticed a series of implements and prompts lining the walls. She read the card. "Strip down to your bra and panties, but leave the heels on. Put the rose between your teeth—careful of the thorns—then get on your knees and face the door," was all it said. Liz obeyed the command. As she tried to make herself look as humble as possible Liz imagined what her Mistress and Master would be like when they entered the room. What would their demeanors be? What would they wear? Would they work together, or would one of them top the other? She anticipated a simply delicious entrance. Five minutes. Liz shifted her body on her knees. She realized this position was not the most flattering for her physical features—as she'd been there many times before. Would they even approve? Or would they laugh at her and tell her to leave? The anxiety was overwhelming, and that's when Liz heard the door creak slowly. Just opening it was taking them forever. "Fucking get it over with!" Liz screamed in her head before she caught herself. That was the wrong attitude. Let them tease her if they wanted—it was only for anticipation, after all. Or so she guessed. Liz had never actually been a sub before. She had only read about it and thought about it: a lot. "Close your eyes," Helen's soft, seductive voice. Then she heard nothing but their footsteps coming closer, until Liz felt them standing less than a foot from her. Still they said nothing for a long moment, during which, Helen took the rose from her mouth. "Open your eyes." Liz did but she felt Helen's hand slap her hard. She wanted to moan but held back. "Acknowledge my commands!" "Yes Mistress" Helen quickly answered. "I am so sorry Mistress." Helen started to walk around Liz's body, and Alex followed her. "Let's see if you did what we told you?" "It looks like she did," Alex answered. Liz took this as a sign that they would be equal tops, but Helen would be the sterner of the two. "So it does. Does she meet your approval?" Helen asked her husband. "I don't know," he was taunting Liz. "I'd have to inspect her further." "Lean forward slut," Helen demanded. "Yes Mistress." This time Liz remembered. She was so nervous, so filled with anticipation, she was ready to snap to action as soon as commanded. Helen dropped to her knees behind Liz. Liz felt smooth, delicate hands gently moving her panties aside. Then Liz gasped as Helen quickly inserted her fingers into her ready and willing cunt: stretching the taunt skin, making her sore and satisfied at once. Liz was not sure how many of Helen's fingers were in her cunt. However many there were, she grasped them tight. "This cunt is ready to serve," Helen informed her husband. She's nice and tight too, lots of reason to play. I think I might stretch her out a little." Helen thrust her fingers as far into Liz's cunt as she could get them, and slowly pulled them almost all the way out before filling her again. Liz didn't want Helen to ever stop fingering her, but she heard "feel for yourself," and soon larger, rougher fingers were fucking her. Both sets felt good in different ways: the sweet pain from such delicate digits, verses gentle caressing from rough ones. "She's really wet!" Alex exclaimed. "She must enjoy being out slut." “I do Master!" "Was I talking to you whore?" He shot. "Did either of us give you permission to speak?" Liz nodded her head "no" hard and fast, but it was too late. “Not even done being inspected yet, and you've already earned yourself a beating," he scolded. "We'll take care of that in a moment," Alex taunted, "right now I want to see if you did everything we put on that card or not." Alex generously lubed two of his fingers, as well as Liz's ass, and worked them inside of her. Liz bit her tongue to stifle her moans. "Can you take Master's cock in here?" He asked. His tight leather pants had shown what Liz guessed to be a typical bulge, so she guessed: "Yes Master," and hoped she was right. Alex removed his fingers. "I think she'll do," he scuffed at his wife. "Yeah, she'll do." Helen brought a collar with a ring on the front to Liz. There was a St. Andrew's cross against the back wall. Master told Liz to crawl over to it. When she stood against it, waiting to be secured to it, hoping she would be. “Take off your bra and hand it to me,” Mistress held out her hand. “Yes Mistress,” Liz answered, tentatively. Liz removed her bra, showing Helen and Alex her plump breasts and absolutely gorgeous, light pink nipples. “Now hand me your soaking panties,” Mistress commanded. "Yes Mistress.” Mistress shoved the panties in Liz's mouth and told her to keep them there. Liz forgot to nod, so Mistress slapped her face hard, on both cheeks to remind her. Both Master and Mistress secured Liz to the cross. They selected a leather strap to punish her with. Helen ran it across her back and then showed it to her. When she told Liz to kiss it, Liz fervently obeyed, moaning to let Helen know how much she loved this. Then Helen and Alex took turns landing the strap across Liz's back, ass and upper thighs. Helen worked her over quickly, lashing Liz without any time between strokes. Her blows stung more than Alex's, and caused Liz to cry out more. Alex was more sensual with the strokes, taking more time, and making sure Liz had no idea where the next one would land. When they finished Liz's back, ass and upper thighs were screaming with welts. Her body had grown tense, breathing labored, eyes full of tears. They had not gagged her, preferring to hear her moans, cries and screams, as well as all the verbal indications of gratitude. When Mistress removed Liz's panties from her mouth and asked if she had learned her lesson, Liz answered emphatically "Yes," and "Thank you Mistress. Thank you Master," and "I'm so sorry Mistress and Master." Liz was elated. The pain and pleasure were more than she had ever known she could feel, and somehow the pain endured her to them as much as the pleasure. She wanted to be punished when she failed them. She wanted to be theirs. Helen told Liz she had endured the first part of her punishment well, but that it wasn't over. She grabbed Liz's collar and led her over to the bed. She threw her on it, demanding Liz lay on her back. Soon four hands were quickly tying all of Liz's limbs to the bed. They stepped back and admired their work. Master went and got a blindfold and put in on his slave. Liz felt a searing pain on her left breast that she immediately identified as wax, then another on her stomach. Alex was holding the candle, while Helen held the rose at the base, but Liz didn't know that until—whoosh. The rose's stem landed across Liz's thighs, thorns embedded in her flesh. The next, her stomach, the next her breasts, while Alex brought the wax down lower, alternating direction with the stem, which had by now lost quite a few thorns but not all. Both the wax and the crop hurt most when they landed on her nipples. The pain from each was so sharp and quick that Liz panicked. She had to remember to breath. She had to stop her mind from racing and just concentrate on feeling the pain, not sure where it would come next. It was over in a very short time. Helen and Alex knew that Liz could not take anymore pretty soon. Helen begun to pick the thorns out of Liz's skin, while Alex scrapped off the wax. Next Liz heard and felt the spreader-bar attached to her ankles. And she knew a second later why. A riding crop was coming down over her spread pussy. The blow wasn't nearly as hard as the others had been because Helen knew what it felt like to get your pussy whipped, and she started light, gagging Liz's reaction and letting it guide the strength of her blows. Helen answered Liz's moans with a sweet compliment: "I love how you sound when I hurt you; love the noises you make, how you can't hold it back but you struggle anyway." “Thank you Mistress,” Liz managed between gasps. Liz had wanted to submit to Helen for as long as she was able to remember, maybe since they had met. Helen was such a good friend and such a caring person that Liz fell instantly in love with her, longing to worship her and to serve her, but always figuring that if she voiced these needs Helen would either be so shocked she'd never speak to Liz again, or would laugh right in her face. Liz longed to receive a command from Helen, knowing anything that Helen told her to do she would do as well and as fast as she was capable. Anything Helen asked of her was instantly granted, and she wanted to tell Helen why but she just couldn't risk that friendship. "Spread her lips and let my get at that slutty clit." Helen told Alex. Master held Liz's slippery lips open so that Mistress could spank her swollen clit. Mistress spanked Liz's clit a little lighter. She was amused by the way Helen tried so desperately not to protest, to endure it well. "Do you like this?" Mistress asked her. "I like anything you choose to do to me, Mistress!" But Liz wanted to say no and get Helen to stop. Her clit was on fire from the short stinging blows that fell again and again. Still she knew she did like it, despite the fact that it hurt so much. Helen then removed her clothes: slowly. Liz was amazed at her beauty: her slender body and small perky breasts that were just big enough to have curves. Liz guessed they were a size B and she loved them. The pert nipples begged for her mouth, but Liz didn't dare ask for anything. Helen's cunt was just as perfect. Her public hair was trimmed, not shaved, and thus she still looked like a woman. She could see the inner labia protruding just a little: teasing her. Helen showed Liz a vibrator, and sat on her stomach, facing away from her. Her ass was round and supple. And her asshole was the perfect dark pink, and nice and tight. Liz immediately felt Helen's hand slapping her cunt again. She heard the vibrator humming first, then, without any pretense to being gentle, Mistress immediately rammed it vibrator straight up Liz's hungry, burning cunt. Helen fucked her harder, faster than Liz thought she could take. Then Liz felt Helen's tongue across her clit. "Don't you dare cum, slut," Master demanded. Liz held back the orgasm already building. It was even harder to do after she saw Alex's fingers disappear inside Helen only a few inches away from her face, knowing she couldn't do anything to assist him. Still she was able to smell that musk: the sweet scent of vanilla and spice, and she wanted Helen really badly. "Yes Master." Mistress came hard but didn't stop licking Liz's clit. At the same time Liz felt ecstasy and pain. Mistress climbed off of Liz and stood over her. “Now let's see if you can open for Mistress,” she said. As Helen started fingering Liz she asked, “Are you a horny slut for me?” “Yes Mistress.” “So horny you'll open right up for me, won't you?” Liz moaned in reply. Helen met no resistance to her two, three fingers sliding up Liz's soaking cunt. It was like water gushing over a fall: Liz was so wet! “You can take another, can't you?” “Yes Mistress.” “You can take it all, can't you?” “Yes Mistress.” Liz could not believe how many of Helen's fingers could fit in her tight cunt. With Helen's thumb no longer on her clit though, she was forced to concentrate on how well Helen stimulated her g-spot, which was very. Helen didn't pull back but didn't push too fast either, and with enough patience she was able to get her whole fist inside of Liz, who screamed at the insertion, but then found that Helen's slightest movement made her tremble and shake: close to that orgasm she wasn't allowed to have. When Liz didn't think she could take anymore, she had to cum, Mistress took her fist away. Liz groaned in protest, but they ignored her. They both removed her shackles. Helen sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. "Get on your knees and I'll show you how to thank me," Mistress commanded. "Yes Mistress!" Liz quickly dropped to her knees. She was in a trance and full with gratitude. All she knew was to obey, to strive to please them. Mistress grabbed the back of Liz's head, and greedily pushed her face against her own cunt, demanding she not spill a drop. Liz hoped, prayed, that she would please Mistress this way. Master came up behind Liz. "Does she need some help?" he asked his wife. "She could use a little, but not too much." Liz felt Master's hand come down hard on her ass. He told her what to do to his wife to make her scream. And he asked if Liz was doing it right. If she was he didn't hit her so hard. When Helen came, she roughly held Liz's head in her cunt. Then it was Master's turn. He stripped and let Liz see his tone chest and abs, his rock hard tiny nipples and average sized but extremely beautiful cock. "Be a good cock sucker for Master," Mistress demanded. Soon she got excited to see Liz suck his cock. "Fuck her face, Alex!" she told him. "Harder!" Liz was tearing up and gagging on Alex's cock, but neither of them wanting to displease Helen, so Alex gladly ignored Liz, who appreciated that fact quite a lot. Liz's mouth was so full of Alex's sweet cock, the head tickling the back of her throat, over and over again. She felt completely used and completely free. "Now, stop," Helen demanded after a few minutes. Alex did not seem to want to but he pushed Liz away, hard, so that she fell back on the floor. "Face to the floor slut," Helen demanded. Liz obeyed at once, though the floor was so uninvitingly cold and hard. "Yes Mistress." Mistress leaned down beside Liz. "Spread your legs." "Yes Mistress." "Alex keeps asking me if he can fuck me in my ass," Helen informed her slave. "I told him I couldn't take it. But you can take it for me. You can endure a little pain for your Mistress, can't you?" "Yes Mistress," Liz answered quickly but not enthusiastically, "if it's for you." Liz felt the cold lubed fingers pushing against her. "Relax," Mistress said. Liz did and Mistress slid her fingers easily inside. She felt uncomfortable but her clit didn't stop throbbing. Mistress kept working her fingers inside of Liz, until she felt it was enough. "Come here Alex." "Up on your hands and knees," Helen said to Liz, who obeyed at once. The floor was so hard against her knees that they already ached. Helen rubbed the lube over Alex's cock, making him hard again. He pushed his cock against Liz's opening, forcing it inside but not too quickly. "It hurts!" Liz protested. "Can you take it for me?" Mistress asked so sweetly. "It would please me so very much." Liz answered the only way she could "Yes Mistress." And Alex pushed his cock in a little more, causing Liz to cry out in pain; now more, now more, until he was all the way inside of Liz. Liz gritted her teeth and groaned. He pulled out a little and pushed back in. Too much! Liz thought, this is just too much! I can't take it! I have to use the safeword now! No! She fought herself, For Mistress. To please Mistress and Master. Yes. Whatever you want. Yes, no negotiations. Alex begun to fuck Liz as hard as he wanted, and that was pretty hard for her. "You're pleasing me very much!" Master encouraged. "You're pleasing me very much as well," Mistress told Liz, Then got back to licking Alex's balls. Both of these compliments gave Liz strength to endure it for a little longer. "I'm going to cum in your tight ass very soon," Master added. That thought was all the encouragement Liz needed. "Thank you Master," she answered, and braced herself for the hard and fast end. Helen reached down and pulled on Alex's balls while she licked them. He came instantly. Liz squeezed Helen's other hand; the one Mistress had given her to hold very tightly. She heard Mistress say "ow" and pull away. "I'm so sorry Mistress" Liz said through labored breathes, and then let go to clench her fists as her sides, and concentrate on Alex cumming in her ass. Helen's Slave Ch. 01 "You've been such a good slave this whole time," Helen told Liz. "I'm going to reward you." And Liz was allowed the soft bed again: carried by both Mistress and Master. Helen brought two vibrators, handing one to Liz, and lay next to her. Liz's cunt hurt from all the teasing, but Helen was gentle with both her tongue and the vibrator, and got her to cum quickly and hard. Alex stood over them and watched. His cock semi erect again. As the two women pleasured each other he thought about his and Helen's plan to ask Liz to co-top him with Helen soon. Helen's Slave Ch. 02 *This story is dedicated to non-monogamous lovers everywhere. And more importantly, the couple who inspired this tale. I can only dream...* Alex walked up to the stern looking man at the front door of the leather club he and his wife frequented, and said, "I was told to go to room 107." He was already wearing the collar his wife had first collared him with. The man played the part and answered, "you must be Helen and Liz's bitch?" He knew Alex's name—recognized him as one of the few men frequently led in by a leash—but Helen had asked him not to use it. "Yes," Alex answered simply and humbly. The man led him in and locked the door behind him. Helen and Liz had left a note on a chair right next to a cock ring: "Strip, make yourself hard and put this on." Alex lay on the bed and masturbated until he was hard enough to put the cock ring on. A few days ago was the first and only time that Helen had ever let Alex top anyone else. He had no idea how much he'd love to give up his will to his wife, but when she'd finally had enough of his constant need to control everything, and took his masochism to the limit, he found such sweet release in letting her be in charge. Alex remembered the first time Helen had beaten him: her stern voice, her absolute certainty that it was what they both wanted, needed. "I am not putting up with your incessant negativity anymore," Helen had declared, before sharply hitting her wooden hairbrush against the dining room table. Alex had been sulking after a huge fight, pretending to read his book. He was completely startled by her resolve, as well as the presence of the brush. "Honey, we can't do this anymore." "I know." He was so sad, just wishing he hadn't said the things he had, and that they could stop fighting all the time. Alex always gave into his depression like this, wanting to be saved from it, wanting...he had no idea what. "I can make you feel a lot better this time," she told him. "But you have to trust me that I know what that will take. Do you?" Alex was beginning to understand what she meant to do with that brush, and he begin to wonder if it might not actually help, so he told her he would trust her: she'd know when to stop. It took a lot longer than Alex had thought it would, but she met his tender spirit and flesh with such skillful love that he practically begged her to do it again. Helen confirmed her suspicions with that experience. And she gave Alex a gift he would never have the courage to ask her for. "From now on you will do everything I say when I say. I am in charge of this house, and you will obey my rules: both sexual and domestic. And when you break them you will accept my correction with complete submission and humility, is that clear?" Alex had to close his eyes and shudder. He never imagined that even his own wife would turn him on so much. He had no choice, nor did he want to answer in any other way besides, "Yes, my beautiful wife. Yes my powerful Mistress." After that first night he had felt so safe, so loved. He feel asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, for the first time in years. The next night was the first time Alex got fucked in his ass. Helen decided he needed to demonstrate his complete submission, so she went out and bought a collar and leash for her slave, as well as an official paddle, wrist cuffs, a blindfold, a gag and a small strap-on. When she came home he was kneeling on the floor by the door, waiting for her as she instructed. She told him he would refer to her as "Mistress" whenever she deemed appropriate, and he gave himself to her, letting her collar him right then and there. Alex had to stop himself from cumming just thinking about it before he had even slipped the cockring on. Then he got on his knees. He never needed to be told to wait for Helen on his knees. She had allowed him this pleasure every night since that time a few months into their marriage when she had made him oh so happy. The key turned in the lock, and Alex cast his eyes down and clasped his hands behind his back, as his wife always expected. Neither woman greeted Alex. Liz—in her crotch-less crimson and black corset—showed him the nipple rings they were going to make him wear. They looked to Alex like they would pinch...a lot! Helen was wearing a low-cut dress that looked like it belonged on a streetwalker—blue material that looked like plastic, with a black strip down the right side that Alex thought was probably Velcro. The hemline didn't leave a lot to be desired either. She knew he loved it when she wore thigh-high stockings with a garter belt, and suspected she told or asked Liz to do the same just to tease him. Alex thought about having his face roughly pressed inside the women's thighs: being forced to pleasure them. "Get up," Helen demanded sharply. When Alex stood up she gripped his wrists and surprised him by chaining them to the shackles that they must have had attached to the ring in the ceiling, although Alex did not see it when he first came in. Immediately Liz stepped in front of him. Alex cried out in shock as she pinched his nipples until they were hard and sore, and attached the clamps quickly. Alex had been right: they did pinch like hell. He held back a scream. Then Liz dropped to her knees. She began to lightly flick her tongue across Alex's cock: teasing him. She smiled up at him, then soaked her fingers in that lube Helen had handed her. She quickly thrust two fingers inside of Helen's slave's asshole. Lucky for him, Helen had demanded he wear a butt plug for an hour a day, just in case she wanted to make him bend over and take her strap-on. "Can you take Mistress in here?" Liz asked, giving Alex back his own words. She pressed down on his prostate sharply, and Alex moaned in reply. "I don't understand." Liz asked Helen if she would please show their whore her "cock". Helen went and got an eight-inch strap on—larger than the 6 1/2'' one Helen usually fucked him with—and showed it to her husband. "Turn about 's fair play," she said in reply to the shock on his face. "Yeah but...I thought you were the only one who penetrated me." The hurt in his voice was not lost on Helen. It was just that that was exactly the wrong thing to say to her. She did not put up with any suggestion that her control over him was not complete. In the course of their marriage any sign of disrespect, or feelings of control over their sex life had earned Alex the most severe of punishments, and now was no exception. Helen locked eyes with Alex. "Bring me the whip," Helen commanded Liz, still staring directly into her husband's eyes. "Yes Mistress," she answered, and hurried to obey. The fire in Helen's eyes scared even Liz. "Putting aside the obvious reasons why you know that statement was wrong, do you honestly think that you get a choice in the matter, when I have obviously decided what will happen to you," Helen snapped? Alex answered, "No Mistress," completely defeated, but Helen ignored him and continued. "In the course of our marriage, have I ever giving you that choice?" "No Mistress." "So why would you think you I would grant you a say now?" "I'm sorry Mistress," Alex panicked, "I should not have questioned you." There really was not much that Alex could say. He knew Helen was not going to have any mercy on him—never did—and there was no way to take back what he had said anyway. Liz handed Helen the whip, and she moved behind Alex. "Honestly, slut"—she cracked the whip and landed it across his shoulder blades, causing Alex to cry out—"don't you know by now that I own you?" "Yes Mistress," Alex cried out. "If I want you to get fucked by another woman, you will do it!" She landed the whip again, lower. Alex understood by now what happened when he questioned or disobeyed his wife. Once he had flat out refused to wear a chastity belt to a dinner party. As soon as he had said "no" to her, Alex knew he would regret it. He even got on his knees and begged her to forget that slight, telling her how very sorry he was, and "... please just make me wear the chastity belt as long as you want, but please don't hurt me too bad, Mistress!" But she just waited for his whining to cease, and then told him in a low voice, "Lay over the side of the bed, right now!" Alex knew there was no use arguing, and did as he was told. Helen caned him hard over his pants, and then put that chastity belt on and made him wear it for two days. When she took it off she had him in tears, begging his Mistress to please let him cum, because he was just so frustrated. Helen licked Alex's angry welts, and only let him cum if he could get off by rubbing his cock against the sheets while she pummeled him with her strap-on. Alex needed to cum so badly that this actually worked. Then she made him lick the cum off her sheets, and sleep with his arms shackled to the foot of her bed, telling him that was her house and her bed, he was her slave, and using her things was a privilege that he could easily lose. "Say it!" Alex repeated her words and repeated that she was in charge and he liked it that way. He really did too. Alex was as apologetic as he possibly could be. His body was on fire. Helen really knew how to work him over fast. She never had to take very long to punish him. Helen's punishments were never sensual. And though the pain always mixed with pleasure, she could be counted on to make them painful and to the point. Liz was getting so hot thinking about the way Alex surrendered everything to Helen: the way he begged to be vulnerable to her. "Helen please, stop giving your attention to that undeserving whore," Liz begged, "let's try to have fun despite him." Helen stopped whipping Alex when she heard that. She was going to stop anyway, because she could tell that he was getting to the point where he couldn't take anymore. "You're right," she answered, dropping the whip on the floor, "he doesn't deserve my attention, and here I have this gorgeous women I could be kissing." The women stood by the bed, where Alex could see them, and begin to kiss and tease each other, moaning and sighing, and making Alex's hard on pure agony for him. Their kisses were so gentle and sweet that it wasn't at all like watching Helen beat or tease, or insult Liz. The way they slowly stripped and caressed, the soft kisses, the playful licks, tickles, nibbles, laughs... Alex realized he was watching his wife make love with another women, and it drove him crazy not to be able to join Liz in pleasuring his Mistress. Maybe both of them kissing her sex, tongues occasionally brushing past each other? Maybe one of them teasing her nipples while the other made love to her clit and vagina? Still, he knew he was not needed, not even wanted in that bed. As he was soon painfully reminded, they didn't even need his cock, the one thing he had that Liz could never give Helen. But Helen asked, so sweetly, "Liz, honey, will you please go get that strap on?" And of course Liz did: who could say no to Helen? And when she came back with that cock hanging from her torso, Alex saw that the dildo was not a substitution for him—it was something else entirely—something Helen wanted instead. He felt a pang of jealousy and had to remind himself that his Mistress did not answer to him, as he did to her. Besides, he wasn't just a slave or a cock to her. They had been through so much together, and Helen had always stood by his side—through financial problems, depression, deaths and more—and nothing, not even another lover could take her love from him. Helen asked Liz to fuck her from behind, on her hands and knees facing Alex, and Liz enthusiastically agreed. "Watch me fuck your wife," she teased, "she wants me real bad. Can't you see it on her face?" Alex resigned himself to the knowledge that he was pleasing his wife by letting himself be used by them. And he reminded himself, this was his idea. He shut his eyes but Helen told him to open them again. "That feels so good," she said, speaking to Liz but looking directly at her husband. Still, there was loving reassurance in her eyes while Helen let Alex know how much she enjoyed Liz. Helen and Liz did not rush their love making for Alex's sake. Every sound was pure torture to that bound cock. They took as long as they wanted before turning their attention to him. "Liz," Helen said, "Do you think it might be time for you to fuck our insolent slut?" Liz moved behind Alex. "I don't know," she answered, running her hands up and down his sides, kissing the welts on his back, "I think it depends on how much he wants to please you." This coaxed and fast and emphatic "You know I want to please you so much Mistress! I'll do anything!" from Alex. Besides, Alex needed some sort of touch—any—his cock was throbbing with the pain of being too full of blood. The desire and simultaneous jealousy were wearing on Alex's emotions. He wanted Liz far away from his wife, but then he wanted to watch her lick Helen's pussy again. He wasn't sure anymore if this was a good idea, but he decided to give all his doubt up to Helen's will, as he always had. "I'll go slow," Liz soothed, "but you have to tell Mistress Helen how much you love being her slut the whole time." "Yes Mistress," Alex answered. "Look at her and tell her how wonderful she is; how much you love being her husband and her slut!" Liz was trying to please Helen through Alex. It worked. Helen was very pleased with both of them. "Oh Helen, I love being your bitch, your whore, your slut, your fuck toy!" he told her. "You know I do. You know I absolutely adore you. I surrender my will completely. I'm your slave and you're my Mistress, for as long as you will let me serve you, and please make that forever..." Helen found it hard to keep herself composed while watching her husband taking Liz's cock in his ass, because she said he would, and telling her how much he loved submitting to her will. Her eyes were getting glossy, but she held it together and stared straight into her slave's eyes. Liz didn't hurt Alex too bad, not worse than the whipping his Mistress so generously gave him earlier. After a little while Helen came over and removed Alex's cock ring. "You may cum, slut," she told him before she dropped to her knees. Her love inspired her to do something he really loved. She deep-throated him—something she rarely did—and between that and the prostate stimulation, Alex was breathing so hard and loud when he cried out his orgasm that both women kept going, hoping he would cum just as hard again, which he did. Helen and Liz unshackled Alex and helped him to the bed. They lay him down and rubbed his wrists where the cuffs had pressed into his flesh and made it red. And they kissed him softly, and held him close while he calmed down. Then Alex needed a few moments to rest and they gave it to him, leaving him resting on the bed while they walked towards the door. "Liz? I saw how focused you were on serving me this time and the last," Helen said. "Alex and I talked it over, and we thought that you might like to be my slave as well?" "You'd have to come to me whenever, however and where-ever I told you to at the moment I told you to, of course. And you would have to completely surrender your will to me whenever I took you under my control. Do you want some time to think it over?" Liz did not need anytime. She had known that she'd wanted to serve Helen for years. "No," she answered, "I want to be your slave, Helen, please?" Helen smiled at her then. "On your knees," she softly commanded. Helen retrieved the collar she had secretly brought with her, as well as the extra leash. "I promise to keep you safe and respect your limits whenever you wear my collar," Helen said sincerely. "I promise to completely surrender my will to you, and to serve you to the best of my ability, whenever you grant me the privilege of wearing your collar," Liz answered. Helen buckled the collar behind Liz's head, and Liz felt a wave of ecstasy wash over here. She was so happy she could not believe it! Helen returned her affection with a huge, and attached the leash to Liz's collar. She retrieved her male slave and lead both of them out of the club by their leashes. They were both very happy that Helen's car was not parked very far away. They just hoped not many people would see them like this. Of course, Alex was more used to the humiliation, having suffered it many times. Helen dropped Liz off at her car, handing her a beeper that only she knew the number to, and telling her any time it went off Liz had 15 minutes to call her, or she would be punished. She made Liz kneel right there on the ground and removed the collar, releasing her for only two days of agonizing freedom. Alex signed, sitting in the passenger's seat, wearing her collar was a familiar and comfortable feeling. "I'm very happy you found a woman to please you too, Mistress," he told his wife. "I hope she and I will make you very happy, and that she is a good slave for you." "Thank you slut," Mistress answered. "Once again you have demonstrated your complete and utter trust in me, and your obedience. You will be rewarded for your devotion." To be continued... Helen's Slave Ch. 03 Helen's Slave Ch. 3--Painslut *If you are offended by lesbian sex or power games, please do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy.* "Come here you slut. Come to my office now!" "But Mistress, I'm at work." "What is the rule then slut?" "I...I have 15 minutes to answer your call Mistress. I have to go anywhere you command me at any time you want." "Are you going to defy your Mistress' orders?!" "No Mistress." "Then do as I say. Make an excuse to leave. Now!" "Going to lunch," Liz called as she raced out the office door. "But we're ordering...out!" Her secretary called back. "Come in," Liz entered Helen's office and shut the door, looking at her feet she waited her Mistress' instructions. Helen got up from behind the desk and walked over to Liz. Placing her face right next to Liz's, she whispered: "you'll be punished tonight for your hesitation. I think you'll find, I'm not a merciful disciplinarian." "I'm so sorry Mistress," Liz whispered back. "I don't think you understand how sorry you'll be if you show me this type of disrespect again." My husband's out of town, and I've gotten so worked up thinking about what I'm going to do to you tonight that I can't concentrate on my work." Liz moaned softly when she heard Helen say this. "Are you my slut?" Helen grabbed Liz's hair in a bunch and twisted hard, so Liz had to stand on her tiptoes. "Yes Mistress!" "Then wait for me to sit back down, then crawl to me on your hands and knees and service your Mistress." "Yes Mistress." Helen let Liz go and slowly strutted back to her chair. She left it out from her desk and waited for her slut to come over and lick her pussy and make her cum right there. Liz did just as she was told. And Helen had to suppress her moans so as not to be heard. Then she told Liz to get up and go back to work, and that she was expected to report to Helen again at seven. Liz was so worked up she found it hard to leave the intimacy they had just shared and be forced back into reality. "Yes Mistress," but her mind was still with Helen, between Helen's soft, warm thighs. "Pizza huh?" Liz grabbed a slice and went back to her desk. "But I thought you--" "I'm really hungry today," Liz cut her secretary off as she walked away. The lights were off in Helen's house, and the door was propped open. Liz entered with fear, thinking someone might have hurt Helen. "I was going to torture you *before* you earned your punishment." Her sweet Mistress' voice; Helen breathed a sigh of relief, even at the harsh words. "Before I turn the lights on, I want you to hear exactly what I'm going to do to you. Then you can leave if you want, and I won't know until you're gone. But if you leave, you can't come back. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "First I'll carry out your punishment. I'll put you over my knee. I'll start out with my hand, then move on to my wooden brush, and I'll finish your spanking with a few strokes of the cane. That's what I have to do to you because you hesitated to obey me earlier today." "Then we can get on to the torture I'm going to put you through just because I want to see how much you can take for your Mistress: test your devotion. I want to make a pain slut out of you, just because I want to see you suffer. I'm not going to tell you what this will consist of. But please understand that this is going to hurt worse than anything you've ever felt. However, you might get pleasure out of it: not the goal but it's permissible. And know your compliance endears you to me." "Are you still here?" Mistress asked after a few moments. "Yes...Mistress." "I'm going to turn on the light now." "O...k...Mmmistress." Liz was trembling from what she knew and what she guessed Helen was going to do to her. "Strip and get on your knees." When Liz had complied Helen locked the collar around her neck. "Now," Helen sat on the couch, "come here my naughty slut." Liz stood by Helen's right side as instructed. She noticed that right on the other side of Helen, on the couch, there was a round, wooden paddle--just like a ping-pong paddle with the string cut off. She trembled. "When you do not show me your complete obedience and respect you'll be soundly punished for it. I'm going to show you right now just exactly how soundly. I do the exact same thing to Alex when he needs to be reminded to respect me. Now lay across my knee and I'll give you the spanking you deserve. You can count on that, slave." "Yes Mistress. I am so sorry Mistress." Mistress Helen proceeded to teach slut Liz some respect. Helen started off with her hand and increased the--at first bearable--stinging slaps in even increments, all over Liz's ass and upper thighs. The warm up itself made Liz groan and involuntarily move her ass out of the way of the blows. "Stop that at once, you insolent slut," Mistress demanded in mock-horror. "Accept your punishment with some humility! You've already earned yourself 5 more with the cane. If you don't stop moving away I'll make it 10!" "Thank you, Mistress," Liz answered humbly, "I crave your correction, Mistress." Helen recommissioned the spanking, keeping on until Liz's ass was a deep red. Liz raised her ass to meet every blow, though she had no idea how she was able to as her flesh wanted to avoid the pain. Helen could really give a hard hand spanking; Liz loved how strong her Mistress was. Everything about Helen absolutely impressed Liz to the core. Helen asked if Liz was alright, and if she was able to continue on to the paddle now. Liz said she was, though her voice was shaky. Helen didn't at all hold back--she was a strong disciplinarian for Alex, as well as a dominatrix--and Liz found herself learning a new lesson: how much punishment can really hurt! The whipping Helen and Alex had given her tied to the St. Andrew's cross a few weeks ago was nothing compared to this. In fact, that had been so sensual and sweet, and this was not at all like that. The paddle was worse but it didn't last as long, as Helen herself was anxious to move onto the cane and find out how Liz handled it. Helen had Liz bend over a kitchen chair and put her hands on the seat. From this angle she beat Liz's ass with the paddle for a good five minutes. By the end Liz was moaning and crying, and Helen herself forgot to breathe. The site of her new slave's punished ass, and the sound of her cries of pain were so arousing that Helen began to anticipate the next blow as much as Liz, if only for the cries it would incur. Helen was a sensual and loving Domme, but also a sadist. She would never hurt her slaves beyond what they could handle--and had never had either of them use a safeword--but she got wet when she saw their tears and the signs she had punished them, and heard their moans; groans; cries; screams; and when they begged. Before Helen and Alex discussed her taking on Liz as an additional slave, she had told him for years about her fantasies of doing the things she did to him to a woman. Alex was into it, but because of their careers neither of them could take a chance inquiring in the s&m community. Even if they were careful there was that chance that the other woman would know them and eventually out them to their employers. They took quite a chance on Liz. But she was transparent: Helen saw right through her to what she wanted. Still, she had almost had a panic attack working herself up before going to meet Liz for the first time at the club. She thought Liz would reject them, and worse, expose them. But Liz had been just so perfectly devoted--as ever--and just so beautiful, kneeling there with that rose stem in her mouth. Helen knew she had been right in that moment, so right, that Liz was going to make them both very happy. "I'll give you a break from punishment, my pet. Come over here and let me hold you for a moment." Liz felt the comforting voice wash over her, and she slowly rose her tender body and mind and came over to Helen, who was sitting on the bed and waiting with open arms. Liz let Helen wrap around her like a blanket. Helen had nowhere for all her love to go except into her slave's lips. She kissed Liz like she had when they were making love right next to her tightly bound husband. Only this time was better, because it was just them to witness their affection. Helen let herself get lost for a moment, in a vanilla lover so far removed from her submissive. That devotion in Liz's eyes always brought the tenderness right out of her. Why had it? She wasn't naturally tender. She wasn't tender very often at all, unless it was with Alex after a scene. Helen lay Liz down on the bed. She needed to make love to her now, to give pleasure instead of pain. Liz did as she was told--did it for her Mistress, and not for herself--and found herself carried away in that love, so open and honest, and frightening. Helen's tongue was gliding over the smooth cum Liz had leaked all over the bed and down her own thighs. She moaned in response to Liz's moaning, and her pussy responded to Liz's sounds of pleasure as well. Finally she knew if she continued she would not be able to reach her goal for the night. Between a first and second orgasm, Helen removed her tongue and slapped Liz's open pussy lips quick and sharp. Liz moaned in surprise. Helen got up and retrieved some black cloths pins from a drawer. "Now Liz, my lovely and devoted slave, Liz," Helen began, looking sweet and innocent all the while, "I'm going to show you what it's like to be a painslut. Do you want to be Mistress' painslut?" "Yes Mistress." But Liz was terrified of cloths pins. She had tested them out on her own flesh and knew they pinched like nothing else. Helen told Liz to lay in the middle of the bed, and lied her limbs to the four posts by shackles that were never removed. She then put a red handkerchief in Liz's right hand, and told her if she waved it that would be their safesignal. Liz said she understood when asked, so Helen proceeded to blindfold Liz and then to gag her with a ballgag. She would have gagged her with a gag that held her mouth open if her husband was there and if he had been a good boy for her and deserved such a reward. Next came the cloths pins. Helen slapped Liz's right breast until the nipple swelled up, and then she put a cloths pin right underneath the areola on the right side, catching a lot of skin. Liz gasped, and the sound informed Helen that it hurt more than Liz had anticipated. "Is my baby OK?" She whispered close enough to Liz's ear to lightly caress the folds. Liz nodded, so Helen attached the next clothespin to the top of her left breast. She smoothed over Liz's taut tummy, and put another cloths pin on her inner left thigh, right up close to that gushing, that sopping cunt. Helen continued again on Liz's right breast, this time pinching the skin on both the left and the right side of her areola, pinching over the nipple. Liz cried out--Helen knew it would be a lot to endure. "It's OK," she soothed back in Helen's ear, "you're doing OK. Baby's being so good for Mommy." Liz's clit almost exploded in orgasm. How long had Helen been carefully dancing around that one word? Liz meant to show Helen she could say it again, and again and again, because it made Liz feel so helpless and loved. She moaned and tried to move her head towards Helen, let her know what she needed right now. But Helen knew, she always knew. Helen kissed Liz's forehead and rubbed her arms, and then it was time to really hurt Liz. "Baby, can you endure a couple cloths pins on your pussy?" WHAT? Liz shook her head violently "NO"! But Helen whispered so sweetly in her ear, and reached down to stroke her throbbing clit at the same time. "You've been so good up to this point baby. You won't dream of disappointing Mommy, would you? It's just a little pain, baby. It would make Mommy so happy if you would just let her put a couple cloths pins on your pussy lips. Can you do that for Mommy?" Liz put her head down on the pillow Helen had given her, and thought about this for a few seconds. Finally she lifted her head and nodded a short "Yes," defeated by her love for her Mistress. She knew she was about to go further in her submission to Helen than she ever had before. Helen slowly applied the first pin to Liz's spread, left outer labia. She cried out in pain, cried in pleasure, cried from love that Helen had pushed her to this. Helen held back her own tears "just one more baby, you're doing so good for me," and attached the sixth cloths pin to Liz's right outer and inner labia. Such a sharp cry was never heard in her house! Helen was scared for Liz for a moment, and thought out removing the clothespin but she was afraid that Liz would be disappointed with her for not following through, so she held off for a second longer, and tried to calm her voice. "Are you OK?" She whispered in as soothing a tone as she could muster. Liz nodded her head and cried out from under the gag "Yes Mistress." Helen was glad that Liz could not see anything, or else she would have been startled by her Mistress' tears. She allowed herself to say, "I'm very proud of you, slave Liz," and moved herself past it by picking up the riding crop. "But I'm about to teach you what a painslut is." With that Helen brought the crop down on Liz's pussy, and the cloths pins made the punishment that much worse! Liz yelped. "Oh baby, go ahead and scream!" Helen instructed, "it turns me on so much when you scream!" She brought the crop down another 5 times, then moved to Liz's aching breasts. She brought the crop down right next to Liz's cloths pins in all three locations. Liz cried out again and again, and it made Helen that much more wet. Finally, it was time for the wax. Helen surprised Liz with a drop of wax on her stomach, and then moved the wax to her upper thighs and back over her tummy to her breasts. Helen played with her toy like this, dripping the wax from her neck to her upper thighs for what seemed to Liz like forever, and then finished by splashing the whole pool of wax unto Liz's belly. The response was such a reward for Mistress Helen: just the type of scream she liked to hear. "You want more?" Helen coaxed. "Yes," Liz mumbled from under her gag. "Yes?" "Yes Mistress." "Are you my pain slut now?" "Yes Mistress." "Good girl," Helen removed the first clothespin from Liz's inner labia. She screamed in response, and Helen moved onto the next one, slowly removing all four of them, savoring the pain. She then rubbed the soar flesh where the pins had pinched her lover. Helen untied her slave from all four post. She took out her gag and took off her blindfold. Liz took a moment to adjust to the light, so Helen took advantage and slapped her. "Look at me!" she demanded. "Who's my little pain slut?!" "I am, Mistress." "Then flip over!" Liz did as she was told, completely lost to the sensations of pain that Helen had visited upon her. Helen refastened the restraints and put the blindfold back on. But now she wanted to hear Liz's responses clearly, so she left the gag off. She brought the multi-stranded, short whip over and said nothing. She began to twirl in in her hand, and then brought it down in wide circles over Liz's back, ass and downwards over her pussy. This time she could hear Liz groans clearly. "Oh baby, it hurts, huh?" Helen mocked Liz as she cried out. Liz's back was becoming a nice pink color to match her already punished ass. The blows to her pussy were becoming more and more painful. Her body was drenched in perspiration, and her Mistress was mocking her! She broke down and cried like a little girl. "You're enduring this so well for me," Mistress soothed. Suddenly Liz knew she could continue to endure it. She gathered herself again. "Almost done baby. Your Mistress has just one more thing to take care of, and then I'll give you such a sweet reward, baby, I promise. But now It's time to finish your punishment with the cane. You remember? How Mistress had to punish her slave for her hesitation?" "Yes Mistress." But Liz had completely forgot about the caning until now. "I think since you were so good I'll reduce the extra to 3 instead of 5," Mistress said, "and that will bring us to 13. Are you ready?" "Yes Mistress." "Count the blows and thank me for them." "Yes Mistress." Liz was not at all prepared for her first caning. She thought it would be endurable. It wasn't. It was just too painful. The very first blow put tears in her eyes--more tears--so many tears in one session. How cruel was her Mistress! "One. Thank you Mistress." But Helen didn't hear gratitude in Liz's voice. She heard pain, real emotional pain. So she stopped the scene right then. She untied Liz and removed her blindfold, then she climbed into the bed with her and kissed her gently. "What's wrong?" She practically begged her lover. But Liz felt too embarrassed to tell her. "It's ok," she tried again. "You could have used the safeword at any time. You know that, don't you?" "But you like seeing me cry. And I thought I was OK with that, but, there was just so much emotionally for one session. It was too much!" "OK, it's OK." Helen answered. "The scene's over. You're right. It was too much for one session. I should have seen that. It's just that, you excite me so much that I wanted to experience all of that with you as soon as possible. I'll go slower from now on, I promise. We can just make love, or lay here, or do whatever you want. The most important thing is that you're alright. Liz, you know I love you, don't you?" "You do?" "I really do." "I love you too, Helen." Liz held her lover close. "I'd like to make love. I think we're both worked up." "Good," Helen answered, "I was wondering if you'd like to try something new?" "What is it?" "I'll show you," Helen retrieved a double-ended dildo. "I thought we could make love to each other with this?" "Sounds good to me, if you let me eat that sweet pussy first!" "Only if you let me eat your's!" Helen and Liz quickly moved into a 69 position, with Helen on top, as always. They came together, and when they looked up, their mouths were covered with each other's juices. Liz crushed her lips against Helen's and kissed her in a frenzy. But Helen broke the kiss, saying, "I need to be fucked now, and it seems you do too!" "Yes Ma'am!" Liz was feeling loved again. It let her be secure in her submissive role. But she wasn't about to forfeit control just yet. She took the double-ended dildo in her hands and gently inserted it into Helen's aching cunt. She put it in further and further, then slowly backed out and rammed it in. "That feels so good," Helen responded between moans. Liz continued this treatment of her lover until she got her to pant quick and short. Then she stuck the other end in her own pussy, holding onto Helen's shoulders as they knelt on the bed. They fucked each other hard, so hard they couldn't balance, and fell over onto Liz's back. She moved her legs out right and then pushed against Helen's thrusts hard. The two women wrapped their arms around each other and kissed each other's faces and necks as they made love. "I love you Helen," Liz flipped them over and got on top, trusting against her in much the same way she thought Alex would have fucked her. "I love you so much. I've always loved you, Helen, always Mistress, always." "I love you too, Liz," Helen answered. "I love you as Liz and as a slave." They came with tongues entwined, then feel asleep in each other's arms. *To Be Continued*