1 comments/ 34807 views/ 1 favorites A Rude Awakening Ch. 1 By: WillowPuss The day started innocently enough, but it seemed as if there would never be an end. Lynn was going to London to meet a woman she had met in a chat room. The woman and her husband were over from America for the summer and had rented a flat. Lynn was going to show Ann some of the sights whilst the husband was at work. Rather than miss each other by meeting at a station, Lynn was going to the flat. All that she knew was that Ann's husband was something 'high up' in the City and was visiting the London office for three months. This was Ann's first time in London and Lynn was really looking forward to showing her new friend around. The flat was in one of the nicer parts of London, and Lynn was pleased she had decided to dress up a little rather than donning jeans. As Lynn rode the lift to the top floor, she nervously ran her fingers through her hair and smoothed down her light, button down, summer dress. Ann answered the door with a smile and suggested they have a drink before setting off. It was rather early in the day for Lynn to have a drink, but not wishing to appear rude, she accepted with a smile. Ann said that she would show her round and Lynn sipped her drink whilst following her friend. The flat was certainly lovely, with large rooms and a wonderful view of the river. The drink made Lynn's eyes water … it seemed so strong, but she valiantly sipped away at it like the polite guest, but found her head was spinning slightly as the tour was nearing its end. Ann took her glass from her and led her towards a large bookcase running along one wall, saying there was just one more thing Lynn HAD to see. Ann pulled at a book and was astonished to see the bookcase slide along the wall to reveal a hidden staircase. She felt Ann nudge her in the back and found she had to start climbing to prevent herself from falling forward and hitting her shins. At the top of the stairs, Lynn was amazed to find herself in a sort of rooftop conservatory. What really took her aback though was what this room contained. It looked like a cross between a bedroom and a torture chamber crossed with a gym. She turned to speak to Ann but found that she was alone, and that the entrance to the staircase was now a sheet of glass. She rushed forwards and tried pounding her fists on the place she thought the stairs were, but her blows just echoed back at her. Her head, already spinning slightly from the strong drink, began to pound in time with her fists and Lynn could feel her panic rising. She examined the glass carefully for some clue as to where the exit might be, but every pane looked the same. When she looked closer she saw that the glass was thick and each pane was double glazed, so even if she screamed, nobody would hear her. Lynn wandered around the edge of the room, keeping her back firmly to the contents. True, she had often fantasized about such rooms … had even gone into sex chat rooms and role played at being a slave – but that was all done with her mind from the comfort of her own living room. At times, her visits to the chat room had left her wet and feeling horny, but she hadn't been there for weeks now … not since her husband had caught her. Lynn suddenly felt a change in the air and span round. She let out a gasp and opened her mouth to scream as she found herself faced with a man. He was tall and looked down at her with a smile on his face as he quickly clamped a large hand round her throat, choking off any scream before it even formed. "So, catkins, My slut, My slave … you thought you could hide from Me? Me, your Master – who owns you?" Lynn's mind raced as she struggled to come to terms with what this meant. The name catkins was the one she had used in the sex chat room. It was unknown to any but those who used that room. In one of the role-plays she had been a 'slave' to an American. Surely this couldn't be him? She had been so careful not to let any of them know her real name, and the only location she had ever given out was London. This man just couldn't be him? Her eyes widened and she tentatively said "Al?" The man spun her around and roughly pushed her away. Lynn was unbalanced and fell forward, her arms going out in front of her in an instinctive movement. There was a bar, similar to those found in park that kids do somersaults over, in her way and Lynn found herself doubled over it from the pelvis, all the breath knocked out of her. As she struggled to catch her breath and right herself, she felt an ankle being gripped and forced to one side and a strap being placed around it and snapped into place. Lynn started to really struggle but soon her other ankle was gripped and fastened. She was now bent double over a wooden bar and couldn't move her legs from the side supports that were placed about four feet apart. She started to demand that she be released immediately. How dare he … her protests were cut off as Lynn felt a stinging blow land on her upturned backside. She cried out in surprise, pain and indignation. She had not been spanked since she was a young child As she was about to speak again she heard his voice, "How dare I? You ask" SMACK! "You dare to demand?" SMACK! Another blow landed and Lynn let out a piercing scream. "How dare you even consider speaking my name!" WHACK! This last smack was harder than the rest and Lynn found herself fighting for breath. She felt her dress being lifted to expose her. Lynn flushed red as she thought of what she was wearing – just a scanty silk thong – which meant this man was able to see both cheeks of her rather large arse. If this was Al from the chat room, he had often joked about how long it would take him to spank her so that every inch of her cheeks was red. SMACK! Another blow landed and the sharp crack of flesh on flesh could be heard above Lynn's gasps. SMACK! SMACK! Lynn begged him to stop between her sobs. SMACK! "Use My name, slave," he said as he bought his hand down again, "and I may consider it." Lynn took a breath and tried again. "Please Al, please stop and let me up." SMACK! SMACK! Two more blows came in quick succession. "You showed such promise, but I see that you have forgotten all that I taught you." SMACK! "Now try again." Lynn's head was thumping from all the blood rushing there and her arse felt as if were on fire. She tried to speak but found her mouth has gone dry. She frantically worked her tongue in an attempt to get some moisture in her throat, but before she could speak, more blows came. "DO AS YOU ARE COMMANDED, SLAVE!" he yelled, each word being emphasised by a further resounding smack. Lynn managed to gasp, "Please Master, please stop and let me up." Lynn heard him laugh and felt him stroke her flaming arse. "That's better," he said quietly, "but I can see I will have a lot to do to get you back to where you were, my little pet." Lynn felt him lean over her and braced herself for what might happen next. To her relief, he grasped her shoulders and pulled her upright. She felt giddy and disorientated as the blood flowed normally once again. Lynn closed her eyes in an attempt to stop the room from spinning but snapped them open again when she felt his hands on her breasts. Instinctively, she put her hands up to pull his away and cried out in pain as he grabbed her fingers and began to squeeze them together. It was an unequal struggle and soon Lynn found that he had forced her arms down and then behind her back. Her shoulder began to protest as he forced her arms upwards. Lynn felt cuffs being applied and slumped in defeat. A short chain was attached to each cuff, fastening them together. This had the effect of forcing her arms to stay in that position. She felt his hands leave her and wondered frantically what on earth would happen next. She heard him move away from her and open a door. Sounds of rummaging came to her and she tried to remember all the long chats they had had, but in her befuddled state, couldn't recall any details. Suddenly, she felt his breath on her neck and heard him whisper in her ear, "You WILL learn, little one, even if it takes all day." Lynn turned her head to glance over her shoulder and felt something cold go round her neck. He was applying a collar to her. Lynn shuddered as memories of cyber space came flooding back. She felt her arms being jerked upwards even more and heard a click as a chain was attached from collar to cuffs. This had the effect of thrusting her shoulders back further and making her breasts thrust forward. She knew that she must work at keeping her arms high up her back or else pull the collar against her throat. Al went round and stood in front of her and grinned. He checked that the collar was on tight, but not too tight and Lynn shuddered. "I see you remember this, my beauty," he said, and without thinking Lynn nodded her head and almost choked herself. "I don't hear you, my pet." Lynn swallowed and managed to say, "Yes, Master." "Good girl," he said as he patted her head. He began to stroke her hair and then suddenly caught a handful. "Now listen my slut slave. I am going to release your legs, but you WILL do as you are told or face the consequences. Is that clearly understood?" Lynn managed to whisper "yes" and then gasped as the chain joining her cuff and collar was pulled sharply. "Yes what?" he hissed? "Yes Master" she croaked and the breathed a sigh of relief as the chain was released and the pressure eased on her throat and shoulders. As she stood there regaining her breath, she felt the ankle shackles being released from the uprights of the bar. At last she could close her legs. As she went to move, she felt a sharp tap on her leg and heard him say, "Stay still slave. I don't recall telling you to move." Lynn felt his hand travel up he leg to her thigh and gave a shudder. He laughed and then pinched hard on her inner thigh, "Not yet, little one. Not yet!" Lynn was turned round. Her hands still bound behind her, and a metal leash was fastened to the front of the collar. "Follow," she was commanded, and felt a tug on the chain. She began to take a step forward but was bought up short by an open handed slap to her face. Lynn was stunned and then felt herself being pulled down to her knees. "I didn't give you permission to walk, did I bitch?" Lynn looked at Al and saw how cold his eyes were. She trembled at the sight and remembered to stammer a "No, Master" as his hand came swooping down towards her upturned face. The hand stopped short and rather than strike her, patted her on the head. Lynn watched as his eyes lost their cold, hard look and saw it replaced with a warm glow. She tried her best to shuffle forward on her knees, but got herself tangled in her dress and fell flat on her face. She lay there, winded, and then felt herself being gently lifted to her feet. Al brushed her down and then spoke aloud to himself, "What a silly master expecting my little pet to crawl in a dress! Don't you think so?" Lynn didn't know how to answer, or even if she SHOULD answer. She thought it best to remain silent and dropped her head. "What's that?" she heard him continue, "Remove the dress? What a good idea!" Lynn stood there, blushing furiously, as he began to unbutton the front of her dress from the bottom up. He used one hand to do this whilst the other held the chain tight so that she had no chance of pulling away. With each button, his hand stroked the next bit of exposed skin. It seemed to take forever for him to undo all the buttons. The dress at last lay open and he slipped it from her shoulders. As he did so, he also slid off her bra straps, pulling them down as far as her shackled arms would allow. He stood back to admire his handiwork, taking stock of her half exposed breasts. Lynn continued to look at the floor, flushing crimson with embarrassment. She just couldn't believe this was happening to her. She vowed that the moment her arms were freed she would fight back, no matter what the consequences. Al must have sensed a change in her and tightened his grip on the chain, pulling her closer until her face was just inches from his. "Don't even think about it, sweetie!" and laughed as he stepped back slightly. "Actually," he added with a smile playing around his lips, "It might be fun if you DO try something!" Al reached round and undid her bra, pulling it down at the front. Free from restraint, her breasts plopped forward and the bra fell to her waist, only being held up by her bound arms. Lynn gasped as he pinched first one then the other nipple. These were not gentle pinches, but were firm and hard. After a few pinches Al began to pull at the nipple and twist it. Lynn felt tears forming in her eyes as wave after wave swept her body. Her breasts felt as if they were on fire. After a while, Lynn found that she no longer felt pain so much as heat. Heat seemed to be flowing through her body and, to her shame, she felt her clitoris give a lurch. It seemed to twitch with each tug at her nipples, as if invisible threads attached them. The pulls got quicker and so did the tension in her pussy. Before long Lynn felt herself getting wet, and she prayed that it wouldn't show. Al carried on pinching and pulling and twisting at her breasts and Lynn began to pant. Without warning, she felt Al's hand between her legs. She cried out as his nail scratched lightly along her lips and shuddered as a small orgasm overtook her. "You are very wet, my precious," he said, "but I don't remember telling you to cum. And please don't deny that you have – I saw the exact moment in your skin." Lynn remembered from the chat room that this was considered a 'crime' and warranted punishment. She began to mumble an apology but was rewarded with a stinging backhander and was told that she must only speak when directly addressed. Al dragged her roughly backwards and then with a mighty twist and push sent her sprawling face down on a bed. Lynn felt her now sodden thong being tugged down her body and removed. An ankle was tugged to one side and the cuff was fastened to something. Then the other leg was yanked and fastened. Lynn's legs were spread so wide she though she were being torn in two. Before she had time to gather her wits she felt her legs being raised into the air. She was being pulled upside down by her ankles. Soon she was totally inverted, her head resting on the bed, relieving a little of the strain on her ankles. Lynn wondered what was coming next when she felt her wrist cuffs being released from the chain binding them together and to her neck. At last she could move her arms and she instinctively put them on the bed, either side of her head to help take her weight, leaving behind her dress and bra. Lynn wasn't allowed to rest for long before her arms were pulled downwards and to the side. She heard the SNAP of the cuffs being fastened to something and realised that she now resembled the letter X. Lynn gave a muted scream as she felt herself moving away from the bed into thin air. Eventually, the movement stopped and she heard Al move away. His legs swam back into view and he seemed to be pushing some kind of metal frame before him. She saw him fasten this to the floor and then felt a hand on one ankle. Al seemed to fasten the ankle cuff to part of the frame and then release whatever it was fastened to before. The same thing happened to the other ankle, and then he moved down to her wrists. Al held her shoulders and seemed to flip her over. Now that she was the right way up, Lynn saw that there was a huge metal circle within the frame, and she was attached to this circle. She could also see that there was a pulley system that she had obviously been attached to previously. Al came round and faced her. As she was slightly raised off the ground, their eyes were on the same level and he seemed to be looking into her soul. He smiled and reminded her that she needed to be punished for speaking without permission and also for daring to cum without permission. Lynn's stomach seemed to tie itself in a knot as she wondered what on earth could be coming next. She watched Al walk towards a freestanding cupboard and open the doors. Lynn gave a shiver as she wondered just what he kept in there. Al soon made his selection and walked back towards her, his hands behind his back. The tension seemed to mount as he just stood in front of her. "Now, my pet," he said with a smile that never quite reached his eyes, "the length and severity of your punishment is entirely in your hands. During this little 'exercise' you are not to make a sound except to answer my direct questions. Is that clearly understood?" "Yes Master." Lynn congratulated herself that she had obviously done something right as she was rewarded with a smile and a stroke on the cheek. Al bought his other hand round and unclenched his fist. Lynn's eyes widened as she saw what looked like the letter Y made of fine chain. At each of the three ends there was something that looked a bit like a crocodile clip. Oh my goodness, she thought, these must be clamps. As if reading her mind, Alex nodded at her and reminded her that she was not to utter a sound. For every sound she made, the punishment would be increased. He started on her left breast first, preparing her nipple by pinching and pulling it. Lynn concentrated on breathing … in … out … in … out. She clenched her teeth together as the first clamp was applied. The initial pain was intense and it was all she could do to stop herself from screaming. Lynn forced air back into her lungs. Breathe Lynn, she chanted to herself, breathe. Once her breathing was under control, Al started on the other nipple. Pinch, pull, pinch, pull, clamp! Lynn bit down hard on her lip and tasted blood. She must not scream; she must not scream. Beads of sweat began to form on her face in the effort not even to whimper. Eventually, the searing pain gave way to a dull ache. And she found she was able to breathe normally. All this time, Al had been watching her face intently for her reaction. He seemed satisfied with what he saw and stroked her hair, smiling warmly. He suddenly let the remainder of the chain drop and Lynn's eyes widened in shock as the weight of the chain falling pulled her nipples sharply. Her breath hissed through her clenched teeth and she fought hard to regain control of herself. Al bent down and picked up a small towel, using it to wipe the sweat that was now coursing down her body. He carefully wiped her breasts, running his nail along each of the nipples as he did so. Lynn's body gave a lurch as the pain intensified and then receded once more. Once she was in control of her breathing, Al told her that he was going to move her – she was not to worry – just relax. Before being moved, Lynn felt the press of bars along her outstretched limbs as supports were fastened into place on the metal circle. A wide leather belt was placed round her waist and pulled tight. Before she was able to work out what this meant, Lynn felt herself moving from the vertical to the horizontal and her head swam a little as her ears adjusted to the new position. One thing Lynn was grateful of was the fact that the chain attached to the nipple clamps now rested on her body and so the drag on her nipples disappeared. Al moved up to her head and looked down at her face. "The preparation is almost complete, my precious. You are doing well and I am pleased." Lynn managed to give a weak smile of relief but then immediately wondered what was going to happen as Al moved back down her body towards her feet. With a sudden jolt she remembered the third clamp. Oh god, no! Please, no, she thought. Her body jerked as Al ran a finger up her crack. Lynn's legs were spread so wide by the restraints that he had no trouble in standing between her legs. Lynn reminded herself to keep calm and not to make a sound, but found it increasingly difficult as Al started to play with her clitoris. Eventually, he seemed satisfied and reached for the chain. Lynn clenched every muscle in her body as she tried to prepare herself for what she though would follow. The pain as the clamp was applied was enormous and she shook with effort as she tried not to cry out. Tears began to form behind her tightly closed eyelids. A Rude Awakening Ch. 1 Lynn felt herself being moved again and felt the dull ache of the nipple clamps get sharper as gravity pulled the chain downwards. She felt Al standing in front of her and forced herself to open her eyes. Her vision was blurred by the unshed tears and she blinked rapidly to clear them as she heard Al say, " You have done very well my own one. As you have done so well, I will let you rest a little before I commence your punishment." It was all she could do to stop herself calling out as she saw Al walk away from her, and flinched as he turned back to say, "Don't go away now!" and laugh mirthlessly. He disappeared from view and Lynn was left suspended and alone. She began to ache and wanted to relieve the tension in her body. She tried to move but found that, although she could move a fraction, the slightest movement made the frame tremble and caused the clamps to bite. She gave a sigh and willed herself to be a still as possible, praying that this was all a bad dream and that it would soon be over. (To be continued) A Rude Awakening Ch. 2 Lynn wasn't sure how much time had passed before she saw Al walking towards her once again. It could have been minutes or hours, as time seemed to have stood still. He smiled at her, stroking her cheek and said, "You have done so very well, little one, that I am going to cut your punishment time down to just one minute. What do you say to that?" Lynn cleared her throat and managed to croak, "Thank you, Master." Her mind reeled. If being bound to a circular metal frame with clamps biting into both nipples and her clitoris wasn't the punishment, then what was? She watched in apprehension as Al plugged an electrical lead into the side of the frame supporting the circle to which she was attached. Al went and sat on a nearby chair and picked up a small black box. Lynn watched as his fingers hovered over a dial. She was jolted back to reality as Al reminded her once again that she must not utter a sound. For every sound she made, he would increase the punishment. What on earth did he mean? she thought, but no sooner had the thought formed than she found out. She felt her legs rising and her head sinking as she was moved from the vertical to the horizontal once again. Then it was back to the vertical – like some crazy seesaw. Lynn found that this wasn't too bad and she could just about cope with the pull on her nipples each time her body righted itself. This happened half a dozen times and Lynn was just about to congratulate herself on coping when she found that, after the next horizontal phase, rather than returning to the vertical, her body continued to move backwards and she was going head downwards. Soon she was at 45° and gravity began to pull her breasts down towards her chin. The movement of her body started to increase in speed and the bite of the clamp on her clit was such that she gave a moan. Al immediately stood and pressed a button on the control box. Lynn was left suspended upside down. "Did I hear you moan, bitch?" Al said in a voice that was so quiet that it was all the more menacing. Lynn managed to give an answer, "Yes, Master. Sorry, Master." "You will be," he said as he returned to his chair, "You now have 70 seconds to go." Lynn took a deep breath as the wheel began to turn again. One circuit, two circuits, three … Lynn found that by controlling her breathing, she was able to control the waves of pain. She counted the seconds. A circuit lasted about 10 seconds … she had done four – only three more to go. Just as she congratulated herself that she WOULD get through this without making a noise, the speed increased. The wheel seemed to be going much faster and Lynn lost her breathing pattern. The first circuit at the increased speed was completed, but Lynn found herself panting and gasping – unable to gauge when to breathe in to control the pain cause by the pull on the clamps. She somehow remained quiet during the next but then lost all sense of timing. The next fall backwards seemed so sudden and unexpected that before she knew it, a scream had formed and escaped her throat. Once again the machine stopped. Al came over and squatted down so that he was able to look into Lynn's sweat drenched face. "You know what that means, don't you?" he asked coldly. Lynn swallowed and whimpered, "Yes, Master. I am so sorry, it won't happen again." Al tugged at her hair and laughed as he said, "Very well, my pet. I can see that you are trying, so I will only increase the time by 50 seconds this time – your time now stands at 65 seconds." Lynn remembered to thank him as she inwardly groaned. Another minute plus to go … she didn't know how she was going to survive. Al disappeared from her view and she heard him sit down. Lynn took a deep breath and willed herself to face what was coming. The machine started slowly but soon gained speed. It seemed to be going faster than ever and Lynn found herself panting and running with sweat in an effort not to cry out. Tears began coursing from her eyes, flying off in all directions as she spun over and over. Everything became a blur and Lynn found herself drifting – no longer sure of which way was up. Things started to go dark and all she was able to hear, or sense, was herself gasping for air. She began to feel really sick and felt as if she needed to pass water. Just as she thought that she couldn't control herself any longer, the machine came to rest. Lynn's head told her that she was still moving, but the lack of pull on the clamps told her otherwise. Al swam into view, smiling warmly. He patted her arm before moving down towards her feet and releasing the clamp from her clit. Lynn was shocked by the surge of pain she experienced as the blood began to flow once again and she just managed to stifle a scream. Her entire body shook from the effort. Al came into view again and reached over her to release the first nipple clamp. Lynn screwed her eyes tight shut and clamped her jaws together to ensure she didn't utter a sound. Finally, the last clamp was removed and Lynn felt the blood throbbing back into the tips as she heard the tinkle of the clamps and chain landing in a heap on the floor. At last she managed to open her eyes, to find Al staring at her intently. "Are you ready to resume your role as my slave, precious? Think carefully before you answer." Al spoke to her gently and began to rub her nipples. Lynn felt warmth invade her entire body and found she wasn't really capable of coherent thought. "Yes. No. I don't know…" her speech trailed off as Al moved down and stood between her legs. He began to rub her mound, occasionally running a fingertip up between her lips. Lynn felt her body begin to respond and heard Al ask her again, "Are you ready to resume being my slave?" Lynn didn't know what to think or say. She wanted to be set free but she didn't want this wonderful feeling to end either. "You may speak freely, willow." Without thinking, Lynn breathed a "Oh yes, Master. Thank you" and then heard herself telling him that she needed to cum. That she couldn't wait much longer. "I know you can't, my sweet – but you will NOT cum until I give you permission. Remember that … wait 'til I say." "Yes, Master, I will try" "No, precious … you WILL wait!" Al began to flick at her engorged clit and then slid a finger inside her. Lynn started to shake. A second finger was inserted and then Lynn felt his thumb at her anus. Lynn began to moan as she was being pushed ever closer to the edge. When Al's free hand commenced really playing with her clit, Lynn began to yell, "Please Master, pleeeease … " There was no response from Al and Lynn thought she would burst – so great was her need for release. As the pressure reached crunch point, Lynn began to buck uncontrollably against the restraints. Not a second too soon, she heard Al say, "Now, little one, cum for me now!" Lynn's body responded as if floodgates had been opened and she felt a terrific shudder overtake her. Wave after wave of intense orgasm gripped her and she began to scream as his continued pressure sent her crashing over the edge. Lynn was totally unaware of events happening around her; so intense was the sensations racking her body. She vaguely sensed a change in her position but was still so disorientated that she couldn't decide which direction was which. As her body was still in the throws of the after shocks of her orgasm she felt her arms being released from the chains that had held them. They now hung loosely at her side and she looked at them in puzzlement, almost as if she wasn't sure what they were doing there. Then she felt hands at her ankles and her legs being moved together. A voice reached into the fogs of her brain. It was telling her to get ready to stand, but she couldn't work out quite what they meant. As her waist belt was removed, Lynn found that her legs were unequal to the task of supporting her and she crumpled to the floor. The mere movement of her thighs against each other caused another spasm and she lay there gasping in pleasure. Seconds, or was it hours later, she just couldn't work that one out, she heard Al saying something about resting. Lynn felt herself being lifted and carried away from the wheel. Soon she sensed herself being lowered and wondered what would happen next. She really didn't care. She was totally spent. She sense she was back on the bed and felt Al stroking her face, crooning quietly, "Sleep now, willow, sleep." ---000--- Lynn gradually drifted back to full waking state and wondered for a moment where she was. Hew body felt as if she had just played a tough game of hockey and she went to stretch her aching muscles and sit up. For a horrible moment, she experienced blind panic as she found she was unable to move her limbs more than a couple of inches. Then her brain kicked in and the events of the morning came flooding back to her. She was locked in a secret room above Ann's flat in London. Her 'friend' Ann, whom she had met on the Internet. Lynn wondered if Ann was really her name – were she and Al really married. How many times had Lynn's husband told her that you could never really know a person until you had met them? This was her own stupid fault – she had always been far too trusting; always taking people at face value; believing all they told her. Lynn heard a sound and snapped her head round to locate the source. She saw Ann standing beside the bed fiddling with the chain fastening her ankle cuff to the bedpost. Before Lynn could draw breath to speak, Ann moved and released the other ankle, then quickly moved to release Lynn's wrists. "I will help you sit up, but take it slowly" said Ann in her soft melodious voice. Lynn sat on the edge of the bed feeling a little light headed. Ann was back, sitting on the low stool. She looked calm and poised, sitting there in a slip-on cotton summer dress, her body beautifully tanned. Lynn could stand it no longer. "Why? Why didn't you tell me? Why are you part of this?" Before Ann could answer Al appeared, and Lynn watched in amazement as Ann immediately sunk to her knees. "That, dear willow," Al said, in a matter of fact voice, "Is easy to answer. She was doing MY bidding. I instructed her every step of the way." Lynn was speechless. She looked down at Ann and saw she was gazing up at Al with something approaching worship reflecting in her face. Lynn was drawn back to looking at Al as he continued to speak. "You two had already become friends, sisters in submission, in sexchat. You shared secrets; you opened your heart. It may have started as a game, a pastime for you, but it was clear to us that you have a truly submissive nature, and it pained us when you stopping visiting. My treasure missed her English friend terribly, and you were getting there as a submissive – so we set about finding you. It was only a matter of searching out the site you had mentioned as to treasure in your chats … and Ann began searching all of them, I took over when she needed to rest. Eventually we found you and the rest, as they say, is history." Lynn was stunned that anybody would go to so much trouble. She admitted to herself that she HAD missed her friend treasure, but it had only taken about ten days before Ann came into her life. Although she had not share the sort of intimacy she had with treasure, and Lynn blushed at what they HAD shared, she and Ann had found they had much in common. Over the weeks, a real friendship had grown, or so she thought. As if Ann had read her thoughts, she placed a hand on Lynn's knee and said simply, "I DO like you – I wasn't pretending. Everything I told you about myself IS true." Lynn didn't know what to say, and flinched slightly when Ann rose from the floor and came to sit next to her on the bed. Ann withdrew slightly, looking hurt. Lynn looked down at her own naked body and blushed. Once again, it was as they could read her mind, as Al said, "treasure … strip! It is a little insensitive to be clothed when your guest is naked. Willow – don't be so self-conscious about your body … we think it is beautiful. Lynn almost laughed at this last comment, as it would have been the last adjective she would have chosen to describe herself. Ann stood and slipped her dress over her head. Lynn was amazed that she had been naked under the thin material. Ann laughed and said, "Master doesn't like me wearing panties, and I don't have much of a bust … I envy you yours!" Ann sat on the bed again and put an arm round Lynn's shoulder, cupping her left breast in her free hand. Lynn gasped at the touch of another woman and Al said sharply, "treasure – manners!" Ann dropped her hand and apologised, looking very shamefaced. Lynn found her mind wandering, trying to sort out all the information that had been forced upon it so recently, but was bought back to the present by Al's voice, "OK, you two … you had better get going. Be ready for my return – I will give you an hour. DON'T keep me waiting." On that note, he turned and walked away. He moved so silently that it seemed that one moment he was there and the next gone. Once he was out of sight, Lynn couldn't help but ask all the questions that were crowding her mind demanding attention. Ann laughed and said that all would become clear soon, but they really ought to go and shower and get ready. They must NOT keep Master waiting. Ann stood and grabbed Lynn's hand, pulling her to her feet. Ann led the way to what Lynn had thought was another huge cupboard off to one side of the huge room. Once there, Ann slid open the door and Lynn gasped as she saw a luxurious bathroom. She eyed the half-sunken bath with longing, but Ann led her firmly to a large shower in one corner. Ann told her to hold her hair up off her shoulders and quickly turned the jets on, soaking Lynn. Just as she was enjoying the flow of water on her aching body, the water was turned off and Lynn found Ann applying a thick lather all over her. Lynn started to protest, but was told to hush as it would be much quicker this way. Soon Lynn was covered in soap. She found that she quite enjoyed the sensation of Ann's hands sliding over her body. Lynn closed her eyes for a moment to savour the many new signals being given by her body, but snapped them wide open as she felt something cold against her skin. Ann was holding an old-fashioned cutthroat razor against her underarm and Lynn instinctively flinched. "Don't move!" Ann cried, "Master would never forgive me if I cut you!" Lynn opened her mouth to speak, but Ann placed a finger on her lips and was told to hush; that it was 'Master's orders'. Lynn sighed and allowed her mind to wander as her friend quickly and skilfully shave all the hair from her armpits. Lynn had meant to do that herself this morning, but had been running late, so had left it. Lynn trembled slightly as Ann knelt and began to shave her legs. This wasn't so bad, Lynn told herself – she could cope with this, though it did feel very odd being in the shower with another woman. She had hated showering with the girls at school after their games lessons. They all used to stare at her enormous breasts and make comments about them. Lynn had always been big breasted and had hated it. Lynn was rudely awoken from her daydream as she felt Ann's hand on her mound. She gave a startled yelp and went to move away. Soon she was back into a corner and Ann's hand was still in place. "Please don't move Lynn," she begged, "I really must get this done without the slightest nick on your skin." Lynn glanced down at her friend's frightened face and sighed, "OK, but why do you HAVE to do this," she asked in genuine puzzlement. The answer she got was one she half expected by now, "Master wishes it." As Ann made a start on shaving every hair from Lynn's mound, Lynn asked another question, "Do you do EVERYTHING Al tells you to?" "Gosh! Don't call Master that. Not here! Unless we are in public, He is always addressed and referred to as Master." "Hmmm, that's as maybe, but do you always do as he asks?" "Yes," said Ann in a voice that sounded surprised that her friend need ask such a question. "He would never ask me to do anything beyond my capability. Not without training." Finally, Ann had finished and asked Lynn to follow her. She led her to the bath and asked her to sit on the edge with her legs apart. "WHAT?" asked Lynn, in a state of shock. "I need to finish shaving you," said Ann. "Please, Lynn, I have to finish." Reluctantly, Lynn did as she was bid and tried not to think too closely about what Ann was doing as she knelt between her open legs. Finally, Ann was satisfied and began to run a bath. She set out soaps and oils and told Lynn that she could bathe – but warned her that she only had 15 minutes. Lynn sank gratefully into the warm water, and wasn't that surprised when Ann stepped in to join her. Lynn quickly washed herself, wincing as she hands brushed against her sensitive nipples. Ann saw the wince and said that she had some cream that would help. When it came to washing her labia she gasped – she felt so swollen, though she had to admit to herself that her newly shaved mound and lips did feel good. All too soon, Ann pulled a level and the water began to drain. Lynn stood and Ann handed her a huge fluffy towel. "Pat, don't rub," warned Ann, "You will be a little tender, still." Soon Lynn was dry and Ann handed her a small jar of cream. "Rub this into your nipples," she said, "It will help a little." Lynn tried and gasped as her nipples began to tingle and then feel as if they were on fire. Pleasant warmth that soothed soon replaced this feeling, and she smiled gratefully. Ann beckoned her to follow and invited Lynn to lay face down on a raised padded table. Lynn frowned in puzzlement but soon did as Ann suggested when she was told that Ann would give her a quick massage. Ann started on her shoulders and Lynn sighed as her muscles un-knotted themselves. Ann moved her wonderful hands down to her back and Lynn found that she could quite easily fall asleep. This feeling was short lived as Al's voice boomed out, "TREASURE! WHAT do you think you are doing? Did I tell you to give willow a massage?" "No, Master" stammered Ann, spinning round and dropping to her knees. "I got carried away. I am sorry Master." "Not good enough. Fetch me the large paddle." Lynn struggled into a sitting position and watched as Ann went to the cupboard she has seen Al at earlier. She saw her friend return carrying what looked like a large hairbrush with no bristles. Ann knelt and offered the paddle out to Al, who took it casually and then barked; "Position!" Ann got to her feet and then bent double, her hands grasping her ankles. "Turn round, I want willow to see this." Ann shuffled round until her back was towards Lynn. "Spread" Out came the next answer and Ann immediately spread her legs, giving Lynn a view of her pussy. Lynn looked away in embarrassment, but turned her head back when she heard Al say quietly, "You WILL watch, willow, or else I will continue until you do. I want you to watch and learn." Al swung his arm up and bought it down with a whoosh. The crack as the paddle landed on Ann's upturned backside sounded like the starting pistol of a race. Lynn heard Ann grunt and gave a muffled gasp. A second after the sound of the smack came Al's voice, "NOT". He finished his slowly spoken sentence, emphasising each syllable with another smack. "UN TIL I SAY SO" He stood back to admire his handiwork and Lynn heard Ann say, "Six, thank you master." Lynn looked in horror at her friends flaming red arse and was about to speak when she saw Ann glance at her with a smile on her face and give her a wink. "OK treasure, you may sit down if you wish," Al said in his normal, gentle speaking voice. He chuckled as Ann stood and said, "Thank you Master, I think I would prefer to kneel. (To be continued) A Rude Awakening Ch. 3 Lynn still couldn't quite believe what she had just seen. This had been played out often enough in the chat room … but she didn't honestly think it truly happened. Once again it was if Al could read her thoughts as she saw him smile and say "Oh, yes Lynn. People do live like this. AND enjoy it. Ask my little treasure here – she will tell you." Lynn looked quizzically at her friend who nodded emphatically, a broad grin on her face. Lynn switched her attention back to Al as he continued, "Now, you didn't seem very sure when I asked you before, but now that you are rested, I will ask you again. "Are you ready to resume your role as my slave?" Lynn looked confused and kept opening and closing her mouth. She just didn't know what to answer. The thought intrigued her, but she just couldn't see herself leaving her husband. Still she hesitated and Al interrupted her thoughts by adding, "I can see that still you waiver. No matter, I will ask again in a couple of hours and see if you have made your mind up then. In the meantime, treasure will give you the massage I had arranged for you. Just you lay back and enjoy it." Lynn watched as Ann rose to her feet and went over to a trolley. As she began to wheel the trolley back towards the table on which Lynn sat Al rose from his chair. "I think, dear willow, that you should wear a blindfold for this. It will heighten the experience and save you from distractions around you." Lynn didn't quite what to make of this, but thought that nothing too bad would happen with Ann there. She gave a slight nod and was told to close her eyes. Lynn shivered as the padded leather blindfold was strapped tightly around her head and cut off all light. She sat very still, rather afraid that, if she moved, she would fall. A hand on her shoulder caused her to jump violently, but she quickly regained her composure as she heard Ann's voice say, "I am going to help you lay down on your front." Lynn allowed herself to be guided and was soon back in the position she was in when Al had suddenly appeared. Once again, Ann began by working on Lynn's shoulders, but this time, she used some kind of warm oil. Lynn lay there and tried to work out the smells that where invading her nostrils, but found that though some seemed very familiar, she couldn't seem to put a name to them. The oil seemed to be soaking into her body and caused her skin to tingle slightly, though not unpleasantly. Ann moved and began to massage down the length of one arm, then the other. Soon she began on Lynn's back and Lynn gave a sigh of contentment. She jumped a little as she felt another pair of hands touch her body and went to sit up. Ann gently, but firmly pushed her back down and told her to relax, to "Go with the flow". Lynn sank back down and tried to relax as hands ran up and down her body. One set seemed to be working down her back towards her arse while the other set were working from her ankles to her hips. After a while of feeling nothing more than the slight pressure of hands on her now warm skin, Lynn totally relaxed and felt she could quite easily drift off to sleep. She was not entirely convinced that she hadn't as she felt her shoulder being shaken and Ann's voice telling her to roll over. Lynn was helped onto her back and told to relax. She heard the sound of matches being struck and panicked slightly as her brain went into overdrive wondering what was about to happen. She heard Ann give a little laugh and heard her say "Don't panic, I'm only lighting some candles." Lynn sank back into the padding and once again the hands began their work. Her shoulders and feet were first and soon Lynn felt as if she were drifting once more. The candles gave off a heady perfume and as Lynn breathed deeply and evenly she felt as if she were floating on a cloud. She made no effort at resisting as her arms were placed over her head and just marvelled at the sensation of hands working both arms at the same time. This was bliss and Lynn wished it would never end. She let her mind go blank as the hands now moved to her body. When they ran over her breasts and touched her nipples, the sensation was electric and Lynn moaned in pleasure. All too soon the hands had stopped their wonderful work on her breasts and had moved down to her shins. Lynn sighed, this was nice, but she felt she wanted her breasts touched again. Maybe she would rub them herself … Oh my! She couldn't raise her arms. It was if they were made of lead. They moved about an inch and that was it. Her brain tried to make sense of it, and it was a few seconds before she realised that the wrist cuffs had been attached to the table somehow. She tried her legs with the same result and began to pull at her fastenings with some urgency. This time it was Al's voice she heard at her ear, "Just relax and enjoy. Relax and enjoy. Relax and enjoy … ". Lynn tried to let her mind wander but found that she was now fully awake. She heard little puffing sounds and guessed that the candles were being extinguished. Soon the hands started their travels again. This time it was her stomach and hips. Every so often a hand would brush against her smooth mound and Lynn had a hard task in trying to decide whose hand it was, Ann's or Al's. She had an even harder job trying to sort out which one she HOPED it was. She began to feel excited despite herself and tried to rub her thighs together to relieve the growing ache. As if this was a signal they had been waiting for, Lynn felt her legs being drawn apart. The table must have a split in it. Just as it began to get painful, the movement stopped and Lynn felt her knees begin to rise and move slightly to the side. This left her wide open and Lynn gasped a little as cooler air greeted her hot pussy. The hands were now moving down her legs from her knees towards her open lips. Once in a while a finger would graze against her lips and send shudders through Lynn's body. She could feel the ache worsen and began to feel very wet. This was awful. This was wonderful. It had to stop, I must never end … contradictory thoughts crowded her mind, each vying for attention and Lynn found herself panting and moaning as her need increased. All too soon the hands stopped and Lynn let out a long sigh, which turned quickly into a gasp as she felt a tongue run up her lips. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! She tried to lift her hips to meet the tongue but was in such a position that she couldn't move more than a couple of inches. The tongue continued to explore the outside of her lips and Lynn was hoping that it would soon go to where she needed it most – her ever-growing clit. "YESSSSSSSSS", Lynn cried as at last the tongue flicked across her clitoris, playing with the hood. Although she felt she ought not be enjoying this so much, Lynn couldn't help herself and all thought of her husband and the fact that Ann was probably watching were pushed from her mind. The sensations her body was experiencing were just too delicious. Lynn was soon jolted back to reality as she felt hands on her breasts. From the direction they were moving, they belonged to somebody standing at her head, and from their size they belonged to Al. But … that meant … OMG! It must be Ann whose tongue she had been enjoying. Lynn started to thrash about as much as she could, yelling for them to stop. She heard Al give a chuckle. "Stop? Why do you want it to stop? You were REALLY enjoying it before you realised it wasn't me, now weren't you? Hmmm?" Lynn digested this thought slowly, savouring the memory of how she had felt before she realised it was Ann who was giving the oral sex like a connoisseur savours a wine. If she was totally honest with herself, then, YES - she had been enjoying it. She could hardly deny it – her wet sex told a different story. She sighed, gave a mental shrug of the shoulders and answered Al in a low voice, "Yes, I was." Al gave his low chuckle again, it was like water gurgling down a drain, and said, "Good! Now just lay back and really FEEL your body." Lynn gave a slight jolt as the slow licking began again, and then seemed to melt into the table. Ohhh goodness, it felt so good. She had received oral sex before, but never quite like this. This was somehow different. It was as if Ann could read her mind and know instinctively when to suck, when to flick and when to circle. Lynn could feel herself rocketing upwards and was soon gasping and panting with the need for release. Al noticed the change in her breathing pattern and told her she was free to orgasm whenever she wanted to in this session. Lynn didn't need telling twice and with a huge shudder let her body release her juice. Every other time she had received oral sex, this had marked the end and she had come back down to earth - but not this time. She had just regained control of her breath when she felt a finger in her vagina. It began to circle and push, circle and push … but never quite far enough, or strong enough. Lynn felt herself being bought slowly to the boil, but each time she had almost got to the point where she would get some relief, the heat was lowered until she was quietly simmering again. On and on this went until Lynn could bear it no longer and was begging to be fucked. Again she heard the gurgling chuckle and could hear Al's voice musing aloud, "I think she is ready for stage two now." Lynn's mind couldn't really take it in … stage two – there was more to come? The feeling would be better than this? She felt a slight difference in the finger's movements, and wondered if Ann had changed fingers – this one felt a little thicker. Or perhaps Al was now finger fucking her? She didn't know, she didn't care – she just needed it to be done harder, more insistently. As she was lost in this thought, she sensed a slight difference in the air around her face. It smelt differently and it seemed to be warm. She knew the scent from somewhere but … where? She began to feel really dry and licked her lips. Before her tongue re-entered her mouth something seemed to settle on her face. The smell got more intense and she tentatively poked her tongue out further. What on earth was that? Then she realised – Ann was positioned with her pussy over Lynn's head. That familiar smell – it was the heady aroma of a woman ripe for sex. She was in a quandary. She had often wondered, in a far off corner of her dreams, what it would be like to lick another woman. Just a short while ago she herself had been teased to orgasm by Ann. Dare she return the favour? Maybe Al would grant her release from her own growing need if she could get Ann to orgasm? She gave a lick, just a tiny one and heard Ann give a noise like a far off purr. Lynn herself was rewarded by Al's finger pushing further and faster. Encouraged, Lynn set to her task with a vengeance. She tried to picture what she herself enjoyed so much and began to alternate between licking over and around the clit with small flicks of the hood. Ann was getting excited and Lynn felt the tiniest amount of juice drip from her. As she moved her tongue towards Ann's dripping hole she felt a finger slide up her own arse. This drove Lynn into a frenzy … she felt her own need to orgasm rise and so wanted Ann to feel the same. Her tongue and lips began to work with urgency, as she instinctively knew that she would not be granted release until Ann had climaxed. She didn't have to wait long before she felt Ann give a shuddering jolt and then a long groan. She knew that now was not the time to stop – how often had she herself been denied a really long climax before her husband had stopped, thinking that his work was done? At last she got Ann bucking and screaming with delight. Lynn hungrily licked all the flowing juice from the pussy over her face, as she herself was finally released by Al's fingers finding her G spot and pressing on her clit at the same time. Soon both women's yells and moans were joined in some type of harmony. She sensed, rather than felt Ann roll off her. Lynn gave a huge sigh and began to climb slowly down from the new high she had reached. Lynn felt a mouth brush hers and heard Ann whisper in her ear, "Thank you. That was good." She allowed a smile to cross her face as she revelled in the aftershocks of her second orgasm in under thirty minutes, before she heard Al say "Get the things ready for stage three." Lynn wondered idly what else could be in store for her. Surely her body couldn't take another huge orgasm? She twitched as a hand began to play with her breasts. They were small hands, so they must be Ann's. Every time they passed over her nipples, she felt her engorged clit give a little lurch. Soon she felt her need beginning to rise once again. She was so lost in this feeling that she hardly felt her legs being moved. Part of her mind wondered why they seemed to be now pointing upwards, but the main part was feeding from her growing need. It seemed to be the only thing she could think of. Although she had just enjoyed two marvellously big orgasms, she wanted more. She yearned for more … she NEEDED more. Lynn didn't have long to wait until she felt a firm bite on her throbbing clit and she yelped in surprise. That hurt. Before she could say a word, a hand slapped down on her lips. That really DID hurt and Lynn cried out in pain and indignation. Another landed; then another. Soon the smacks were coming too quickly to notice each individual strike and they began to merge into one. The pain seemed to have stopped, being replaced by wonderful warmth. Lynn began to suck and hiss as this new sensation drove her back up that magic mountain. As her juices flowed from her, Lynn's brain seemed oblivious of anything but the core of her existence now - she wondered vaguely what was happening as Al and Ann attached clothespins to her labia and then taped her outer lips to her legs. This left her even more exposed and she gave a yelp as another smack landed. This time it caught her full on the clit and Lynn half expected her body to explode. More smacks found their target, and Lynn began to grunt – not in pain, but it seemed to be about the only noise she was capable of giving voice to. She felt her body take over, rising to meet the hand as it came down. Oh god … she wanted this so badly. The blows stopped and Lynn almost cried in frustration until she felt fingers at her hole, spreading her juices back towards her anus. Then she felt her arse hole being rubbed slightly and something being pressed in. Oh it felt big. She couldn't take it, but she so wanted it. She thought she heard Ann's voice coming at her from some far away place, telling her to totally relax. Huh! It was in … whatever it was, was inside her. The only thing she had ever had up her arse before was a finger. This was bigger than that, much rounder and harder, and ooooh it felt good. She had just adjusted to this sensation when she felt the thing begin to move. She had a vibrator up her arse! This was all wrong … no … it was so good. Could something that felt this good be wrong? Did she indeed care anymore? All her brain told her was that her body was being assaulted by something powerfully good. She seemed to take giant steps up that the mountain now. She had never been this high and the air seemed to be like some drug. The more she had the more she wanted. Her need was soon fulfilled as a finger entered her vaginal opening. Then another joined it. Then Al, or was it Ann, moved the fingers in a scissors motion. A small portion of Lynn wanted to know who was now in her, but it was swamped out by the main part of her saying that she really didn't care WHO it was … she needed them. A third finger joined in. Lynn heard herself screaming in some voice that wasn't hers at all. The fingers seemed to be going in all directions at once and Lynn found herself thrashing her head from side to side as if she had an annoying noise in her ears and needed to be rid of it. She found herself begging, "Fuck me, Oh god, FUCK me … pleeeeeeeeeease, j j just f f f fuck m m m meee." Any semblance of coherent thought and speech was abruptly cut off and a hand started to play with her clit. No higher, thought Lynn, I just can't go any higher. There was no release in sight as Lynn seemed to climb higher than ever. Suddenly, without warning a vibrator was held firmly over her clit. That seemed to break Lynn into little pieces and a sound like an animal in its death throws rang out from her mouth. This was the biggest orgasm she had ever had. Wave after wave came crashing down on her, like some winter storm along the coast, the wave driven onto the rocks with such force that their spray was lifted high into the air, only to crash down in a swirling mass. Surely this was it? Her body could take no more. Then without warning, a finger started to press inside her and there she was, flying again. No noise now. No breath to speak with. A voice broke through … whaaaaat…? BREATHE? Oh yeah – she remembered that … she gasped in some air to her lungs, like a drowning man gasps as his head bobs above the water. Then the finger again … and again; and yet once more. Lynn couldn't move; couldn't speak; couldn't even breathe any more…. Lynn couldn't understand it. Had Ann joined her on the table? Why was she wrapped in a blanket in Ann's arms? Lynn went to move but found her body ached so much that it was all she could do to open her eyes. Oh, the blindfold was off. When did that happen? Lynn shifted slightly and the movement caused Ann to release her and sit up. She heard Ann say, "Just lay still awhile. Gather your senses before you try to move. I will stay right here with you." Once more Lynn was forced to work out what had happened to her – the last she could remember was the delicious torture of multiple orgasms. She must have been carried over here to the bed again. She groaned and lay back with her eyes closed.