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Birching Miss Birch Pt. 01

By: The_Technician



An autocratic and abusive office manager, known by all who work under her as "The Mad Bitch," is retrained during a weekend "Wilderness Bonding Experience" and turned into a submissive slave, lily.

Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story- eventually- gets to a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn't your preferred genre, you might want to skip this story. Also, all sex is F/f, so if you want M/F or M/f, this isn't your story.

I said "eventually," because I am currently in the process of writing another book under the Wayne Mitchell name and my editor has told me to spend more time developing the plot situations. I'm testing it out in this story. There is absolutely no sex in the prologue, so you can skip that if you want and the story still makes sense. Once it gets to the good stuff, it stays good to the end.

The story is in three parts. Each part stands more or less on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous parts.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2015 by The Technician.

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

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Prologue (The background information nobody ever reads)

When Gustaf Otto Birke boarded the boat that would take him to America, he was certain of two things. One, he would escape the terrible circumstances that all Germans found themselves in following their terrible defeat in "The Great War," and two, he would become  an American.

His brother had emigrated to the new world in 1908 before the war, and both he and his children, especially during the war years, were subjected to great teasing and distress because of their German heritage.

Gustaf knew what his brother and his family had gone through and was determined that he, and his family, would "fit in." His children and grandchildren would not have to face the teasing and humiliation that his nieces and nephews had faced.

The war had interrupted his plans to join his brother but, meanwhile, his conscription into the intelligence branch of the German army gave him the chance to learn American culture and perfect American English. He would not have the problem of a German accent in his new land. 

And he would not have the problem of a German name. Gustaf now knew that whatever name he gave at immigration would be his name in the new world. So, he would not just transliterate his name from the German to the English alphabet and spelling, as did many immigrants. He would translate his name from German to English when he declared himself to the immigration clerk. And so it came to pass that on May 05, 1919, Gary Birch left Ellis island to begin his new life in America.

Had he been more acquainted with American slang, he might have reconsidered his name choice. If he had done so, perhaps his great-great-granddaughter, Amanda, would have turned out slightly differently than she did.

Chapter One of Three 

Amanda Jo Birch was shaped by her strict German heritage but even more so by her name- or perhaps more specifically by the cruel corruption of that name which plagued her as she grew up. Amanda Birch always told people, "Call me 'Maddy,'" and most used that name. But throughout her school years, behind her back- and sometimes even to her face- she was referred to by her classmates as "Miss Bitch." 

As is often the case, it's difficult to say if her acerbic approach to life was the result of the teasing, or the teasing was the result of the angry way in which she approached life and the people around her. Most likely it was a combination of both.

In grade school, "Miss Bitch" was primarily because when teased, she didn't resist or respond to the person teasing her, but instead sought out some weaker or more vulnerable girl upon which to unleash her anger.

Later, as she began to grow into her name, her classmates changed their taunt to "The Mad Bitch." She proved more than worthy of that name by opening multitudes of social media accounts under a variety of names and then using them to post snarky or even malicious comments on her fellow students' pages. Everyone suspected that it was actually her, but no one- including the police when they became involved- were able to prove anything. 

Regardless of what began her spiral into bitchiness, by the time that Maddy Birch graduated from college and entered the business world, she was, in fact, a real, 24-caret, "bitch." Her innate German determination and drive enabled her to rise quickly to middle management level where she just as quickly stagnated because the employees under her did not seem to respond as expected to her autocratic and brutal management style. 

Those who were unfortunate enough to work under her did not know that they were continuing years of tradition when they referred to her- when she could not hear them, of course- as "The Mad Bitch." But the name now suited her perfectly.

No other office manger wrote up people for minor violations of the company dress code. No other manager reported those who took a little bit longer than usual lunch hour to celebrate a co-worker's upcoming marriage or childbirth. But the Mad Bitch did.

Her behavior and personality became so well-known that it soon became the general practice throughout the entire company to refer to her at all times as "Miss B," and let the other person fill in either Birch or Bitch in their own mind.

Four years had now passed with Maddy as office manager and she was starting to get desperate. She knew very well the standard business rule of "before five to stay alive." If you did not move upward within five years of entering a particular level or position, you were effectively locked into your current position for life.

Upper management was open only to "young, up and coming talent," not old, stagnated people who had reached the peak of their ability. Four years had passed. She had one more year to prove herself, or her dreams of reaching the heights of the business world would be forever lost.

It was, of course, not her fault- nothing ever was. It was the fault of those ungrateful slobs who worked under her. They did not appreciate her skill and power and did not do what she demanded of them. They were holding her back.

The final straw was when she was accidentally included on an email that circulated throughout her office. Attached to the email was a colorful image showing a caricature of her in an exaggerated leather dominatrix outfit with a whip in her hands. A speech balloon from the stocking-clad image said, "The beatings will continue until the morale in this office improves." The signature on the image in very ornate script was "The Mad Bitch."

For several minutes after she opened the email, Maddy sat at her desk trembling. She had to bring the office under control, or all was lost. She immediately closed her email program and began searching the net for some miracle program or technique that might save her doomed career. There were hundreds of possible programs and retreats intended to improve an office environment, but none of them seemed to be what she needed. Then she saw the ad from "Wilderness Bonding Experiences."

There were two things about the ad which immediately caught her attention. The first was the claim in bold font across the top of the page, "Turn your office around in a weekend- your company in only seven days." The second was in much smaller type and located near the bottom of the screen. In barely contrasting font it said, "Now a Subsidiary of KMartin Enterprises." Wilderness Bonding was owned by the company for which Amanda Birch worked!

The next Monday morning at the general management staff meeting, Maddy floated an idea to upper management. "I understand," she began, "that we have recently acquired a division that does team bonding training in a wilderness area in Kentucky."

She waited until the proper faces had turned toward her and continued, "I was thinking that perhaps we should use one of our properly working areas to test out their system. Then, if we have a problem somewhere, we have already vetted the process."

She had prepared several different arguments intended to convince upper management to select her office for the test. But before she could begin any of her prepared presentation, her boss surprised her by heartily agreeing with her suggestion.

"That is a very good idea, Miss Birch," he bubbled. "And since it is your idea, I think that you and your office should be the ones to test out this process. We can have temps and the night shift cover your workload for a couple days while you are all gone."

He then leaned close to the regional supervisor sitting next to him and said, "Sometimes it's handed to you on a silver platter. I've been wracking my brains trying to figure out how to get her and that office into some sort of intervention and training for almost nine months."

He coughed slightly to cover his next words. "It was that or fire her outright without clear cause. She is starting to be a real pain in the ass. I'm pretty sure this training is going to be another fiasco for her, but it will solve things for me one way or the other."

The man next to him laughed, "And I've been trying to find a way to shut down that program so we can sell off their land. It overlooks a lake and is right next to a national park. We could subdivide it and make a killing. Her going down in flames gives you the excuse to fire her, and having them fail at turning her office around could be just the excuse I need to close out the program."

Maddy, however, heard none of this as she inwardly rejoiced that she had an opportunity to whip her subordinates into shape. Give them a weekend in the wilderness alone with her, and no one would ever question her authority again. 

Her moment to savor this victory was cut short, however, by her boss's curt order, "Make sure you sell this to your section, Maddy. From everything I've read, the people have to want to do this or it won't work."

'That might be a problem,' she thought to herself. 'Anything that I propose will immediately be rejected by those clowns... except Darla.'

Darla Lewis was her personal assistant. She had been with Maddy for nine years- since the first day both of them came to work for the company. "I am hitching my wagon to your star," Darla had said to her that day. "You've got the degree and the proper background. It also looks like you have the looks, the connections and the right skin color to move up. You can go far, and you are taking this fat, little black girl from the projects all the way to the top with you." 

Darla then tilted her head and turned it slightly so that it appeared that she was looking at Maddy with just one eye. With Maddy's full attention, she said, "You promise me that you will always take me with you, and I promise you that I will do whatever it takes to get you there."

Maddy knew that Darla was possibly starting to regret her choice, but she was still intensely loyal and had helped smooth out more than one incident in the office before it boiled completely out of control. Darla would sell it to the rest of the office. Maddy could count on her.

In fact, Darla not only "sold it" to the office, she made all of the arrangements, including arranging for child care for any of the single parents in the office. The company was going to pay for everything, and as an added bonus, not only would the Friday and Monday travel days not count against vacation time as it did in some companies, the office staff would receive one extra vacation day for each day of the training, including the Saturday and Sunday. Both of those items were Darla's ideas and she sold them not only to the office staff, which was relatively easy, but also to the upper echelon in accounting that would have to approve the expenses.

It took a month to put it all together, but the Wilderness Bonding Experience was finally in place. Darla even suggested that it would be better if they used a bus to travel to the site together. Maddy presented that to upper management as her own idea, but Darla was the one, of course, who made all those arrangements, too.

So one Friday morning in September, Darla, Maddy, and the entire office staff which worked under her boarded a 40-passenger bus headed for a small town in the mountains of Kentucky. Darla, in her typical efficient style, distributed an "In Case You Have Never Been To Camp Before" memo telling everyone what to bring and what to expect. She even reminded them that early fall in the mountains can be a bit nippy so they should bring proper clothing for outside activities.

Darla and Maddy sat alone in the front row seat across from the driver for the long drive. As was often the case when they were alone, Darla had let her speech slip into the ghetto dialect of her youth, "Miss Birch," Darla told her as they got close to their destination, "there's a whole lot o' shit goin' on here that you ain't 'ware of. I've got connections wit' other secretaries and assistants and I know what's goin' down."

Maddy looked at her with obvious concern on her face as she continued. "You gonna have to trust me on this. I know what's got to happen, and it will get you dat promotion by the end of the year."

"OK, I guess," Maddy answered."But you really should have let me know sooner."

"You might not have agreed to come if you knew the complete parameters of the program that is planned for this intended bonding experience," Darla replied. Maddy was somewhat taken aback as she realized that Darla's home-girl language had suddenly morphed into perfect English.

Darla's face also suddenly lost its perpetual smile and wide eyes. "I learned long ago," she said, "that Phi Beta Kappa and Magna Cum Laude don't mean shit if you're just a fat little black girl from the projects. If I was white, or at least pretty by white standards like Halle Berry, I might have had a chance. But after I graduated, there were no job offers for a flat nosed, big-lipped African beauty like me."

Her eyes were now boring into Maddy's as she continued, "I decided that the only way to make a difference for those coming up behind me was to grab onto somebody's white ass and ride his or her coattails to the top. An executive assistant ends up making most of the decisions anyway. I thought you had the potential to go all the way, and you do... if you would just stop being a Nazi Bitch and treat people right."

Maddy's mouth and eyes were now wide open. She was about to put Darla back in her place, but was interrupted by the swoosh of air brakes setting and the hiss of the front door opening. "Everybody out," yelled Darla. "Your bonding experience begins now."

Maddy was still trying to say something as Darla pulled her out of the seat and guided her down the steps to the ground. A tall, athletic-looking black woman was waiting for them, along with several other equally athletic men and women. All were wearing form-fitting jeans and sweatshirts with the Wilderness Experience logo over their hearts.

"Good to see you, Darlene," the tall woman said.

"We're both a long way from the projects, aren't we Jessie?" Darla replied. "Everything set up?"

"You and the Mad Bitch are out in the solitude cabin," Jessie answered. "You will be out there totally by yourselves so no one can interfere. We'll do the team building with the rest of the office here at the center until you join us Sunday night."

"Wait a minute!" Maddy sputtered in anger. "What do you mean we'll be separate? This whole thing is about getting the office to recognize my power."

Both Darla and Jessie laughed, and Darla replied, "No, Miss Bitch. This whole thing is about saving my ass- and Miss Jessie's. And to do that I have to save your ass... among other things."

She pointed down a long path. "You and I are going out to the solitude cabin for a little management training. While we're gone, your office is going to learn how to work together and how to be the best office in the company."

She then smacked Maddy on the rump of her designer sweat pants and said, "Now grab your things and get your skinny white ass moving."

Maddy turned to directly face Darla ready to tell her off, but the look on Darla's face immediately cowed her and she picked up her briefcase and travel bag from the row of things set out by the driver and began walking down the path in the direction Darla had indicated. Darla picked up her suitcase and a rather large duffle bag and followed her down the path.

The cabin was almost a mile away. The walk was long, but not overly difficult since the path was paved and smooth. Maddy was even able to wheel her suitcase behind her on the path. When they got to the cabin, it was locked, but Darla produced a key from her pocket and let them both in. 

The sign above the entrance said "Solitude," which matched the isolated setting for the cabin. The interior of the cabin was small, but relatively modern. In the large front area, there were two beds- a double and a single- a small table with four chairs, and a huge, stone fireplace. A door behind the beds was open revealing a small, but modern looking bathroom taking up one corner of the cabin. A small, but complete, kitchen area, took up the other half of the back of the cabin.

Darla set her suitcase and large duffle bag down near the fireplace and walked back to re-lock the door behind them.

"You really don't think anyone will be trying to get in, do you?" observed Maddy.

Darla laughed and answered, "No, I am making sure that no one can get out." The laugh left her voice- and her face- as she turned to Maddy and ordered, "Now strip!"

"What?!" Maddy screamed. "No! I will not strip. Why should I?"

"Because deep down, you know that you want to," answered Darla softly but firmly. "You gave me a copy of your encrypted password file in case your computer drive ever crashed. You didn't give me the password to open it, but I have the same password program on my computer."

Darla shook her head slightly as she spoke, "It didn't take much to guess your username and password. Your whatever-grandfather's immigration papers hang on the wall behind your desk, and you look at them every morning like they were a Picasso."

"User name," she said, "Amandah Birke- German version of your name." She then spelled out, "M-a-y-0-5-1-9-1-9" and laughed. "I signed in as you and got all of your other user names and passwords, including your personal ones that you never use at work. Then I checked out ALL of the sites you have been visiting."

Maddy stood sputtering, "How could you?!"

"I had to," Darla replied, almost yelling. "You were going down in flames, girl, and you didn't even have the brains to know what was happening. You never even realized that the whole purpose of this weekend was to give them sufficient cause to fire you... and to close out my friend, Jessie's, program."


Birching Miss Birch Pt. 01



She huffed again in anger and spat out, "I had to do something."

Darla turned Maddy so they were standing face to face. "When I first looked at the sites you were visiting, I thought you really were a God-damned sadist because that matched up with how you have been treating the people under you. You have a very interesting internet history. You spend most of your evenings visiting a lot of sites showing women tying up women... and spanking women... and forcing women to orgasm. At first, I pictured you getting yourself off staring at those images imagining that it was me beneath your lash."

She laughed again, this time very deeply. "But then I found your chat logs, and your electronic diary."

Maddy was starting to cry.

"You aren't a sadist," Darla growled. "You're a pain-slut who is afraid that people will find out about you, so you act like a bitch in public and masturbate to pain-slut porn in private. That's why you act like a bitch and push everyone away!"

Another sarcastic huff of breath showed her anger. "But it's all an act. You weren't trying to dominate or bully them. You were afraid they would dominate you... but at the same time you craved it. You wanted it. You needed it. Because in the depth of your soul, you are just a natural born pain-slut."

"No. No! That isn't true," whimpered Maddy.

"All these years that you have been pushing and provoking people you have been secretly hoping that someone would finally snap and fight back... or even enslave you. And the reason that you treated the women under you even worse is that you were secretly hoping that it would be a woman who finally revolted against you."

"No, No, that isn't true," Maddy repeated. This time her voice was much softer.

"I thought I could push you to the top by being the power behind your throne, but I was wrong. For you to get to the top, I need to be the Dominatrix over my Sub."

Once more, Maddy whimpered, "No... no... that isn't true."

"If it wasn't true," Darla snapped, "You wouldn't be taking off your blouse right now."

Maddy looked down at her hands which were unbuttoning the last of the buttons on her blouse.

"You're a pain-slut in need of a Mistress," Darla barked out. "And I am going to correct that."

Her voice got stronger and louder, taking on a tone Maddy had never heard before as she ordered, "Now strip... and that means everything including your watch, rings, and earrings. I want you naked, kneeling at my feet like the submissive slut you really are."

Maddy sighed and kicked off her sandals. She slowly slipped her blouse off her shoulders. Then she began removing her sweat pants... then her blouse... then her bra. Her jewelry came next. Finally she was standing trembling in just a pale blue pair of panties.

Darla stared at her for a moment and then walked over to the large duffle bag she had brought to the camp with her. She returned with a black leather crop and stood there in front of Maddy slapping it softly against her hand.

She said nothing, but Maddy gave a soft moan and slowly lowered her panties to the ground.

"Because I had to convince you to finish stripping," Darla said sternly, "there is a punishment due before you kneel before me. Put your hands on that chair."

Maddy did so and a loud smack resounded as Darla raised a welt on her ass with the crop.

"Now you may kneel," Darla said, and Maddy sank to her knees on the floor at her feet. 

Darla said nothing for several moments. But during that time, for some reason, a slight smile appeared on Maddy's face as she knelt before her Mistress. The thought, 'I'm actually happy this is happening,' ran through her mind.

Maddy had reason to be happy. All of the anxiety and fear that had plagued her for so many years was suddenly gone. A sense of peace flowed over her as she looked up into the face of her new Mistress. 'It's true,' she said silently to herself- or at least she thought she said silently.

"Repeat that loud enough for me to hear it clearly," ordered Darla. "Slaves don't keep things from their masters!"

Maddy remained silent in shock that she may have expressed those inner thoughts out loud. The crop once again descended on her ass. "What did you say?" asked Darla. "Shout it out loud and clear or I will beat your ass until it bleeds."

"I said, 'It's true,'" answered Maddy loudly. "It's true. I'm a natural-born pain-slut. All the mean things that I've been doing to people all these years have all been so they wouldn't find out."

"But I found out, didn't I?" said Darla with an evil-looking smile. "Now I know the truth about you. You are nothing but a natural-born pain-slut. And the truth about me is that I am a natural-born Mistress who would love to give you all the pain and humiliation that you can ever stand. We are going to make a great team from now on, my little lily-white pain-slut."

Darla stepped slightly backward and sat down on a chair that she had pulled out from the table. 

"This weekend is just the beginning," she said softly, but sternly. "In the days and weeks to come, I am going to use a system of reward and punishment to turn you into my perfect slave. And I am going to train that perfect slave to be a perfect manager when she's in public and a perfect submissive when she is home alone with me or with my friends."

Maddy remained silent with her head down as Darla continued, "We are going to start tonight with a true combination of reward and punishment." She lifted Maddy's chin and asked, "As you masturbated to all those images and videos on those nasty web sites you were visiting, which one turned you one the most?"

When Maddy only stared back at her in confusion, Darla laughed and said loudly, "What kind of punishment turns on my little lily-white pain-slut the most?" She paused before continuing, "I am letting you choose your first punishment as a reward."

Maddy still looked confused so Darla said, "You still don't get it, do you? You are my slave now, and I am giving you the reward of being able to cum while I punish you. What did you see on line that really popped your cork?"

She paused and added, "We're are going to recreate that live...right here...tonight."

Maddy slowly stammered out, "A spanking... a naked spanking... naked over the lap of a Mistress... a naked Mistress... a naked, black Mistress... ... with a leather paddle."

"My, my, my," responded Darla. "You are juicing up just telling me that." 

She laughed again with a deep laugh that seemed to go right through Maddy. "And this is your lucky night, cause I have a chair, and I have a leather paddle in my bag. All this black Mistress has to do is get naked and beat your ass purple until you cum all over me."

Darla laughed again, but this time it almost sounded like a normal laugh. "This is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me, but I think we are both going to really enjoy this."

She stood up. "You stay right there, lily- I like that name. That is what I will call you from now on, 'lily,' for lily-white pain-slut slave. Now, lily, you stay right there on your knees- and try not to drip on the floor too much while I get ready."

Darla walked over to the closets which were built into the side wall of the large cabin and started hanging up her clothes. When she was standing naked, she came back and got her suitcase and duffle bag. Additional clothing from the suitcase was also hung in the closet. A matched set of black leather bustier, gloves, and boots as well as an assortment of whips, paddles, and restraints were pulled out of the duffle bag and laid out on one of the beds.

Maddy alternated between looking at the growing puddle on the floor between her knees and the array of leather instruments on the bed. Finally, Darla returned and stood in front of her. She was totally naked and her black skin shone slightly in the soft light of the cabin.

She was a "large woman," but there were no folds of fat hanging from her body. Instead her body was rounded- large, but also very fit. There was obviously a lot of muscle under those curves. Her pubic hair was not shaved, but her extremely tight curls concealed neither her large labia nor her prominent clit.

She pulled a chair over in front of Maddy and sat down. "Put your skinny ass over my lap," she ordered, and Maddy fell forward onto all fours, crawled over to the chair and lifted herself over Darla's lap.

"First order of business," Darla said as she patted Maddy on the ass, "is to teach you the proper position for this." She spanked Maddy really hard once with her bare hand. "I want nothing but your fingertips and the tips of your toes touching the ground."

Maddy immediately went into the described position. "And I want you across my lap so that your hip bones are on my right leg and the middle of your rib cage is on my left leg."

Again, Maddy shifted so that she was in the proper position. "And finally, I want your ass turned up as far as you can turn it so I can see the pink of that dripping cunt of yours."

Maddy arched her back trying to rotate her ass upwards. "More than that!" Darla commanded. She emphasized her command with another hard smack of her bare hand. "More than that!" Another smack.

Darla repeated the command- and smacks- three more times before she was satisfied. "How many strokes do you think you deserve with this paddle?" she asked as she tapped the leather paddle lightly against Maddy's upturned ass.

"I don't know," whimpered Maddy.

"I tell you what," Darla replied. "There are 32 people in the office, not counting you and me. Let's keep this simple. How many strokes do you think you should get for each person in the office?"

"Th... th... three?" stuttered Maddy.

"I was thinking two, but three it is," answered Darla. "You are going to count each stroke, and if you miss one, I start over. The proper way to do that is to give the count and then thank me for it. That means you say, 'One. Thank you, Mistress Darla. Two. Thank you, Mistress Darla.' all the way up to 96."

She tapped Maddy ass slightly harder with the paddle and asked, "You got that, lily?"

"Yes," Maddy answered.

Darla slammed the paddle very hard into Maddy's ass and said, "That should be 'Yes, Mistress Darla.' That is what you are to call me from now on. If we are alone, it is 'Mistress Darla.' If we are in public, like at work, it is 'Miss Darla.' You and I will know that Miss is short for Mistress." A light tap with the paddle was followed by, "You got that, lily?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy answered.

"Good," Darla replied. "We are starting now. Remember, you lose count and we start over."

She then brought the paddle down smartly on Maddy's ass. It wasn't an overpowering blow. Darla knew that it was just the first of 96, and she had promised lily that she could cum from the spanking. Pain-slut or no, beginning with overwhelming pain would not bring about sexual pleasure.

Maddy- lily- dutifully counted each stroke. Darla was afraid that perhaps the rising pain would make it difficult for her slave to stay on track and give the proper count in the proper fashion, but that was not the case. The pain was not overwhelming lily-pleasure was.

Years of suppressed submissiveness was bubbling up from the depths of Maddy's being with each smack of the paddle. As slave lily she was now free to be the submissive slut she was born to be. Each slap of the paddle against her skin sent waves of pleasure throughout her body. That pleasure seemed to flow from the heat of her ass cheeks to between her legs from where it radiated out to the rest of her body.

By the time she said, "Forty-eight. Thank you, Mistress Darla," she was vibrating and quivering on Darla's lap.

"Don't you dare cum, lily, until we reach 96," Darla ordered. "You are my slave now. I OWN you. I own everything about you- and that includes your orgasms. You will cum when I say you can, not before."

Maddy continued to shiver and shake on Darla's lap. Her motions were practically throwing her body off of Darla's knees, but somehow she kept her orgasm under control.

Slap! "Ninety-three. Thank you, Mistress Darla."

Slap! "Ninety-four. Thank you, Mistress Darla."

Slap! "Ninety-five. Thank you, Mistress Darla."

Slap! "Ninety-six. Thank you, Mistress Darla."

"NOW you may cum!" Darla barked out and Maddy's body spasmed and shook. Her back arched so greatly that both her hands and her feet were pulled from the ground so that she was balanced on Darla's lap. Actually, she was balanced on Darla's right leg, furiously grinding her pubic mound into Darla's muscled thigh.

She screamed and rocked in that position for a couple of minutes before totally losing control of her body. Her arms and legs flailed wildly as she tumbled to the floor. She lay there on her back thrashing and screaming until the intense orgasm finally subsided and she lay panting in a puddle of her own sweat and cum.

Darla laughed and said, "I guess that removes any doubt in either of our minds about whether or not you are a natural-born pain-slut, doesn't it, my lily-white pain-slut slave?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy answered. "It does."

"Stand up and let me look at you a little closer," Darla ordered, and Maddy drunkenly wobbled to a standing position.

"Hands on your head," Darla snapped. "Feet a little more than shoulder-width apart."

Maddy did as ordered.

"Pull your elbows back as far as you can so they are even with your back."

Maddy adjusted her posture.

"If I tell you to present yourself," Darla explained in a firm voice, "this is the position you get your ass into. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla."

"I see that you shave your armpits," Darla said matter-of-factly, "and you trim the hedge a little."

Maddy blushed slightly at that intimate description of her personal hygiene.

"But I want you as smooth as a baby's ass," Darla continued. "For now, I am going to shave you properly, but once we get back, I am going to make arrangements for permanent hair removal. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla."

"I like the sound of that," Darla laughed. "Do you like saying it, lily?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," she said, her face coloring deeply at the shame of that admission.

Darla just laughed even louder in response. "Get your white ass up on that bed. Take the covers down so we don't get them wet or messed up and I am going to cut the grass."

Maddy pulled the covers from one of the beds and lay back on the sheet. "Scootch your white ass down so your legs are bent over the end of the bed at the knees... and spread those legs so I can get at your hairy cunt."

Maddy did as instructed. Meanwhile, Darla again went over to her duffle bag and returned with a small electric hair trimmer, a can of shaving cream, and a package of razors. "This is actually a mustache and beard trimmer," Darla said, "but your cunt beard isn't much different than a man's face beard. Once we get this trimmed back, I will shave off the stubble."

The buzzing of the trimmer filled the cabin for several minutes. Darla whistled to herself softly as she worked. When it was finally silent, Darla said, "The trees are felled. Time to clear the land."

She shook the can of shaving cream violently for a few moments and then sprayed a goodly dollop into her hand. As she rubbed the white foam into Maddy's cunt she said, "This is menthol. It will start feeling a little cold in just a bit and might sting a little but it works best for taking off the stubble."

She looked up at Maddy's face from between her legs. "You know, I used to do this in my momma's beauty shop. Most of the time we did this and the intimate waxing in a back room, but once in a while we would have someone who wanted it done right out there in the main shop. There was one girl- a skinny white girl just like you- who wanted it done in chair number one, right up there by the front door. Local kids would see her come into the shop and would gather at the window waiting to see some white pussy. She always turned red as hell and said that she was soooo embarrassed, but by the time we were done, she would be flowing like a fountain."

She ran a finger through Maddy's slit, causing her to gasp loudly and then moan. "I bet you would do this on the sidewalk out in front of the shop." Darla laughed when Maddy's cunt spasmed around her finger in response and juices again began to drip from between Maddy's pink, nether lips.

As Darla was wiping off the leftover shaving cream with a towel, someone knocked at the front door. Maddy automatically started to bring her legs together, but Darla slapped the inside of her thigh and said, "You don't cover up unless I tell you to cover up. You just lay here on the end of the bed with your cunt hanging out like a good slave while I let LeRoy in."

LeRoy was a very thin, very black, man who looked like he was somewhere between fifty and a thousand years old. He had the leathery, weathered look that many black men take on early in life and then carry unchanged for many, many years. "Good to see you, Darla," he said as he came in the door.

"Good to see you, too, LeRoy," she replied. Then she turned toward the bed and said, "LeRoy here is an artist with the needle. He's going to mark you for me- just an outline for now. Later we are going to go down to his shop and he will fill in the color and shading. What I want will take several trips downtown, but when we are done, it will look like solid gold lettering on the surface of your skin."

LeRoy set a small black bag down on the floor between Maddy's legs and pulled out a small tattoo gun and some other supplies. He rubbed what felt like Vaseline onto the skin just above Maddy's cunt and then began drawing on it with what looked like an eyebrow pencil. After a few moments he called Darla over.

"Is this exactly what you want?" he said. Then he laughed and added, "Make sure you check the spelling. There ain't no autocorrect in my needle gun."

Darla ran her hand lightly over Maddy's skin as she spelled out, "P-r-o-p-e-r-t-y o-f M-i-s-t-r-e-s-s D-a-r-l-a." She patted Maddy's cunt and asked, "Does that sound right to you, lily?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," was the immediate response.

"Lily?" questioned LeRoy. "I thought her name was Amanda."

"You done fo'got yo' own heritage, boy?" Darla said, slipping back into her ghetto talk. "The name yo' momma gave you don't mean squat to da Master. I'm her Mistress and she's jus' a lily-white pain-slut. So, her slave name is lily."

LeRoy responded with a laugh. "Then maybe," he said, "I need to put some crossed lilies behind the wording once you bring her into the shop."

"Make me a drawing," replied Darla, "and give me a price. Maybe we will do that."

"Only add about $300 to the cost of the tat." he said. "Then he patted Maddy's mound, looked up at her with a smile, and said, "I ain't cheap, but I'm worth every penny of it."

Maddy gasped slightly at the noise as he turned on the tattoo gun. She gasped even louder as the buzzing needles first touched her skin.

LeRoy was indeed very good. He was also very fast. "Simple outline like this don't take much time at all," he said as he wiped down the new tat. "And I used the smallest needles so irritation should be minimum. By tomorrow morning, it shouldn't even be red."

"Sounds good," Darla said. "And I'll settle up for the cost of the outline when I bring her in for the start of the coloring."

"That also sounds good," LeRoy replied. "But there is still the matter of reimbursement for my travel."

"Ah, there is that, isn't there LeRoy," Darla laughed. "Lily here will take care of that like we agreed."

Maddy suddenly realized what Darla might be talking about and started to lift herself up from the bed. Darla pushed her back down and said, "You just stay where you are, lily. LeRoy is already in the right position to collect his travel pay."




Birching Miss Birch Pt. 01



LeRoy stood up and lowered his pants to the ground. His body may have been wire thin and old looking, but his prick was thick and plump and ready to go. He lifted Maddy's legs up into the air and set them on his shoulders as he pushed forward and entered her in one swift move.

"God, she's wet and ready," he said as he slammed into her. "She must have been getting off on the pain of the needles. She'll probably cum all over my hand while I am doing the color fill-in."

He continued to thrust in and out of her for several minutes before suddenly shuddering and slamming himself into her one last time. As he stepped back and began to pull up his pants, Darla said gruffly, "What do you say, lily?"

"I don't know what you mean," she answered.

"What do you say," Darla continued, "to someone who has given you something."

"Oh," said Maddy. "Thank you, Master LeRoy."

"It's just Mister LeRoy," he replied, "but you are very welcome."

"Don't worry, LeRoy," Darla said. "She'll get it right when she gives you your tip after each layer of the coloring."

With that, LeRoy collected all of his equipment back into the black bag and departed. After Darla had re-locked the door, she returned to where Maddy was still lying at the end of the mattress. "You just stay there where you are, lily," Darla said. "You have to learn that you don't go nowhere unless your Mistress tells you to go there. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy automatically responded.

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Birching Miss Birch Pt. 02



An autocratic and abusive office manager, known by all who work under her as "The Mad Bitch," is retrained during a weekend "Wilderness Bonding Experience" and turned into a submissive slave, lily.

Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story involves a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn't your preferred genre, you might want to skip this story. Also, all sex is F/f, so if you want M/F or M/f, this isn't your story.

In this second part, Mistress Darla has a hard time finding a punishment to balance out the reward in lily's slave training. Then Mistress Darla conducts a rather special kind of employee evaluation. 

The story is in three parts. Each part stands more or less on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous parts.

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Chapter Two of Three 

The Mad Bitch, Maddy Birch, was now just slave lily. She was lying on her back, naked on the end of the bed in an isolated cabin at a campground owned by "Wilderness Experiences." Her legs were bent at the knees with her feet on the floor, and she was waiting silently for her new Mistress's next command.

Darla Lewis, her administrative assistant, was that new Mistress. She had discovered that Maddy wasn't the sadistic monster most of her employees portrayed her to be. Instead, Maddy was actually a pain-slut who was too afraid to admit what she truly was. Darla had taken that choice away from her, and was now training her to be her willing slave.

Darla crawled up onto the bed on all fours. Her naked breasts hung down like large melons hanging from a vine. "Let's see now," she began. "I gave you pleasure by spanking your white ass. And LeRoy gave you pleasure with his tattoo needles." She laughed as Maddy turned slightly red at the thought that she had been turned on by the pain of the needles.

"And you," Darla continued, "gave LeRoy pleasure by letting him fuck you." She paused and cocked her head to one side. "I think it's time someone gave me a little pleasure don't you? And since you're the only one here besides me, lily, I guess that is going to be you."

Darla then swung her leg over Maddy's chest. "As a matter of fact," she said with a chortle as she pressed her cunt tightly against Maddy's mouth, "I think I deserve a lot of pleasure."

It was almost twenty minutes later before Darla shuddered in orgasm as Maddy desperately licked and suckled at her cunt. It was another ten minutes before Darla finally gave a deep sigh and said, "I guess that is about enough for tonight." She then rolled off of her new slave and stood up on the floor next to the bed.

"There is a bunch of wood out back, lily," Darla said. "You go out the kitchen door and bring in enough to last the night while I get some food out of the freezer for you to cook for our supper."

Maddy stood wearily to her feet and staggered as much as walked through the small kitchen and out onto a large concrete pad behind the cabin. On the other side of the pad was a large stack of firewood. She could only carry two or three pieces at a time and it took many trips before Darla finally said, "I think that's enough for tonight. I'm going to take a shower while you get that fire going. Then, you wash the stink and dirt off your skinny white body and get into that kitchen and make us some supper."

Fifteen minutes later, Maddy was standing, still naked, in the kitchen preparing a meal. As the food was finishing, Maddy set two plates on the table. "No, no, no," Darla said emphatically, "you don't eat with me. You serve me, and then, if there's any left, you eat by yourself over at the counter while you clean up the dishes."

Maddy sighed heavily and put the second plate back in the cupboard. She served Darla her supper and stood at the counter while Darla ate. At one point, Darla lifted her partially empty coffee cup into the air and coughed slightly. Maddy immediately hurried over and refilled the cup from the pot which was sitting on the warmer of the coffee maker.

When Darla was finished, she called Maddy over to the table. "You did very well, lily," she said. "So I am going to give you a reward. You have three minutes to masturbate yourself to climax."

Maddy's eyes opened wide and she sputtered, "What?"

"If you don't want to," Darla said, "that's up to you, but remember, you can only cum when I tell you to. And you now have only two minutes and thirty seconds to rub yourself into release."

Maddy dropped to the floor on her back and began rubbing her slit with one hand and her breasts with the other. She was almost there when Darla shouted, "Time's up!"

Maddy lay whimpering on her back on the floor. "OK," Darla said, "I will give you another minute to finish up, but next time I give you permission to masturbate, you had better drop to the floor and get busy or I won't let you cum for a month. You got that?"

Maddy had already returned to her frantic self-ministrations as Darla was speaking and her answer of "Yes, Mistress Darla," was screamed out in a loud, long, orgasmic moan.

Darla stood over Maddy as she lay on the floor panting in recovery. "It's getting late," she said. "There are three places, lily, where a slave like you might sleep. If I am displeased with you, you will sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed. If I am pleased with you, I will let you sleep in your own bed. And if I need you to take care of my needs, I will have you sleep with me. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy dutifully replied.

"I'm pleased with you tonight, but we have a big day tomorrow, so I need to just sleep. You eat your supper and clean up this kitchen right. Then we are going to bed. I'm sleeping in the big bed. You get the smaller one over in the corner."

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy again replied.

Later, after she had eaten and the kitchen had been cleaned up, Maddy walked out into the now darkened main room of the cabin. "Before you go to bed," Darla said, "you put another log or two on the fire. And you make sure that fire doesn't go out overnight. If I get cold, your ass is going to get very warm."

"Yes, Mistress Darla."

Twenty minutes later, both were sound asleep-Darla under two blankets and a warm quilt, Maddy under just a thin sheet.

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At first, Maddy had been upset that Darla had taken her blanket, but she soon realized why as she woke up cold and shivering. It had only been a little over an hour, but the fire was not much more than embers and flickers. Suddenly wide awake, she jumped from her bed and began adding wood to the fire. After several minutes, the fire was once again blazing and the room was again becoming warm and toasty.

As she crawled back under her thin sheet, Darla's voice came out of the darkness, "You let that fire get down too low," she growled. "If I get cold like that again, I'm going to warm myself up by birching your ass."

Maddy's gasp of intaken breath was immediately followed by a long low moan.

"Shit, lily," Darla said with a laugh, "that ain't a threat for you, is it? You would actually like that." She snorted another short laugh and said, "But I do hate being cold."

She sat up in her bed, "I'll tell you what, my lily-white pain-slut, if you make sure that our fire never gets low again tonight, I will string you up naked in the woods tomorrow, and use a birch whisk on your ass until you cum from the pain."

Darla paused for several moments while she watched Maddy panting softly as she also sat up in her bed. "Do you want me to do that, lily?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy replied softly.

"Then you make sure that fire stays bright and warm all night," Darla replied, "and I will do that. But if you don't, I will find something that hurts like hell that you don't like."

Maddy was sleeping on the floor next to the fireplace when Darla woke Saturday morning. The fire was still burning brightly and the cabin was more than sufficiently warm. Being so close to the heat of the fire, Maddy's skin was covered with a thin sheen of sweat.

"Rise and shine, my lily-white pain-slut," Darla called out, and Maddy jumped to her feet.

"I kept it burning all night," she stammered out. "I even went out and got more wood. I tried sleeping without the sheet, but the fire still died down too much before it woke me.

"So I moved over here next to the fire," she babbled out, "and with my body all sweaty, as soon as the fire dies down, I start to feel the cold."

She looked up at Darla like a puppy waiting for a treat and said hopefully, "I did everything you said I had to do."

"Girl," Darla responded, "you are one screwed-up white lady. You must have one hell of a lot of sexual fantasies bottled up inside you just begging to get out."

She laughed slightly and continued, "OK, I'll birch your white ass like I promised, but first things first. You get some breakfast for both of us. Then, after you've got the kitchen all cleaned back up, we will go for a walk in the woods."

Maddy threw two more logs on the fire and scurried into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. By the time Darla had finished her morning routine, coffee, eggs, and sausage were awaiting her on the table.

As Darla sat down at the table, she said, "lily, you go clean yourself up." As Maddy started toward the bathroom, Darla added, "Take those razors and shaving cream with you. Make sure that you are smoother than a baby's ass by the time you get back here." 

About fifteen minutes later, Maddy returned to the kitchen. She started to get her breakfast off the stove, but Darla called her over and ordered her to present herself. Maddy stood in front of her Mistress with her legs slightly apart and her hands on her head.

Darla reached out, ran her hand over Maddy's sex, then slid her fingers all the way back between her legs and up between her asscheeks. She pressed on Maddy's rosebud with her index finger and Maddy's legs trembled slightly while a moan escaped her mouth. 

"You're dripping wet," Darla said derisively. "Are you always like this?"

She laughed and asked, "What did you do, wear a pad or tampon all of the time?"

"Not every day," Maddy replied. "Only when I was playing out my fantasies in my mind."

"Which was probably every day," Darla said derisively. She then held up her hand and ordered, "Clean my fingers!"

Maddy hesitated slightly, but then leaned forward and sucked the digits into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue slowly over Darla's fingers until all taste of herself was gone, then opened her mouth and let Darla remove her hand.

"You may eat now," Darla said firmly, and Maddy slid her eggs and sausage out of the pan and onto her plate. She stood at the counter watching Darla as she ate quickly, before hurrying to clean up the kitchen.

When Maddy was finished in the kitchen, Darla said, "I have something for you," and walked over to retrieve something from her large duffle bag. It was a bright red dog collar.

"I was going to use the black one," she said, "but I think red suits a slut like you better than black."

Maddy's face reddened slightly, but she raised her chin so that Darla could attach the wide strip of leather around her neck. Darla then reached into her duffle and brought out a ten-foot chain dog leash. She clipped it to the front of the collar and said, "Pick up the duffle."

Once Maddy was holding the duffle bag, Darla tugged slightly on the leash and said, "Time for our walk."

The morning air caused Maddy's nipples to immediately stiffen and the path was cool against her bare feet. A short distance from the cabin, the asphalt path gave way to a dirt trail. Luckily, there was a carpet of fallen pine needles covering most of the trail, so it was still comfortable on her feet.

"We have to get out of the pine trees," Darla said in a cheerful voice. "There is a stand of birch just over the next rise."

At the top of the hill was a small clearing. On the other side of the clearing, the thin, white trunks of a multitude of birch trees reflected the morning sun. At the edge of the clearing, Darla ordered, "Set down the bag and walk into the trees and bring back two dozen birch branches. They have to be the end of the branch, at least two feet long and about as big around as your little finger on the thick end. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy replied.

She had to step carefully among the birch trees. Unlike the forested area around the cabin, this area was not covered with pine needles and there were many small plants and young birch trees growing from the ground.

Breaking a small branch from a birch tree was not as easy as Maddy thought it would be and it took several minutes of tugging and twisting to removed each branch. She broke apart several of them in her struggles to remove them and ended up having to pull off almost three dozen branches to have two dozen good ones.

When Maddy brought the bundle of branches back to Darla, her Mistress handed her a small knife and said, "Cut off all the small twigs and peal the bark off the branch. And make sure that you cut as close to the branch as possible. I don't want any spikes cutting up your ass- at least not this time. If I want to cut your ass, I will use a single switch and leave the stubs on it."

It was nearly an hour later before Maddy had completed her task to Darla's satisfaction. Darla then chose the eighteen best switches and used coarse twine to bind them tightly together at the thick end creating what looked like a small, very stiff brush or broom. "A whisk doesn't hurt nearly as much as a single switch," Darla explained, "and it is much less likely to break the skin. But I don't want you overly marked up this week. Besides, this is supposed to be a reward, not a punishment."

Darla then reached once again into her large duffle bag and brought out several lengths of rope. She directed Maddy over to the edge of the clearing and had her stand between two of the large birches that were about six feet apart. Darla then used a forked stick she picked up off the ground to hold the rope slightly above her head as she tightened it around one the trees. She did the same at the other tree with another piece of rope. Another piece of rope was tied to the base of each tree.

"Looks like we are ready for you," Darla said as she wrapped restraint cuffs around Maddy's wrists and ankles. She then tied the cuffs to the ropes with some sort of a slip knot. She pulled each of the ropes taut with a heavy grunt and Maddy was stretched tightly between the trees.

"You don't have to count these," Darla said. "I'm just going to keep whipping until you cum or beg me to stop."

With that she began swinging the whisk against Maddy's ass and thighs. Maddy yelped slightly on the first strike, but followed that with an intake of breath that sounded more like a moan. She continued to yelp and moan as blow after blow slowly turned the flesh of her ass a very bright red.

Soon she was no longer yelping, but moaning and crying out in passion with each strike. Her legs, and then her whole body, began quiver and tremble as a tremendous orgasm slowly built within her. She was now crying out "Uh, uh, uh," with each blow and thrusting herself back almost as if she were fucking the whip as it smashed against her ass.

Finally, with a scream that probably echoed for miles, she yelled out her release. For several moments she danced and thrashed in her bonds, and then hung panting and moaning, repeating softly, "Thank you, Mistress Darla. Thank you, Mistress Darla. Thank you, Mistress Darla."

"Time for a little pain to show you who's boss," Darla said. This time she didn't reach into her bag, but instead her pocket. She held up a rather thick rubber band in front of Maddy's face. "Now, you wouldn't think that this could be very painful," she said, "but in the right hands, and on the right place, it will really get your attention."

Darla then pulled the rubber band taut between two of her fingers and pulled one portion of the band back with her other hand. She set her fingers on either side of Maddy's left nipple and let go.

There was a loud "Snap!" followed by a much louder scream. Darla laughed, but then Maddy once again gave a deep moan as she inhaled.

Darla looked at her in puzzlement and then repeated her actions on the right breast. Again there was a loud "Snap!" followed by a scream- this time not quite so loud. But the moan that followed the scream was deeper and clearer.

Darla repeated her actions several times. Each time it was "Snap!" scream, moan. After a dozen or so repetitions, Maddy's legs once again began to quiver and tremble. Eight snaps later, Maddy once again yelled out in orgasm.

"Damn," said Darla with a low laugh."This is going to be a lot harder than I thought. I thought I could break you into being my perfectly submissive slut-slave by a combination of pleasure..." She rubbed Maddy's clit and Maddy gave a deep moan. "... and pain," She once again snapped the rubber band on Maddy's nipple. Maddy gasped loudly, but then again gave a deep moan. "But you are so into pain, that I don't seem to have a punishment to balance out the reward."

Darla reached into the duffle that was lying on the ground next to the trees from which Maddy hung. "Then again," Darla said, "I hadn't even thought about having to use this." She laughed, "I only brought it along because it is always in my goodie bag."

Darla held up her hand to display what looked like an oversized candle lighter with a large plastic horseshoe on the end of the long barrel. "The insides of this started out as a stun gun," she explained. "But a friend of mine modified it for slightly different use."

She held the handle sideways so Maddy could see two small dials in the side, "You see these two knobs, lily?" She said. "This first one," Darla turned the small knob with her finger. "is the setting. This second one," Darla also turned that knob, "is the multiplier.

"If I put the multiplier on 1 and the setting on 0.5, I have one-half. If I turn the multiplier to 10, I have 5." She turned the setting dial to maximum. "With the setting on 1 and the multiplier on 10, I have 10.

"Now, if I have the setting on 1 and turn the multiplier to 100, I have 100... And if I turn the multiplier to 1000, I have 1000." She laughed a deep and disturbing laugh, then said, "You really don't want to know what happens if I turn the setting to 10,000."

She suddenly put the prongs of the horseshoe against Maddy's breast and pulled the trigger. "Aiiiiieeeeee," screamed Maddy. "No!" she screamed. "Please, no! Please don't!"

Darla laughed again, "I think I have found the punishment to balance out the reward. If you do what you are supposed to do, you get reward." Darla again rubbed Maddy's clit and then gave her a quick snap of the whisk. "But if you don't obey me exactly and immediately..." She turned both the setting and the multiplier dials to maximum and pulled the trigger. Sparks arced from prong to prong on the horseshoe that was right in front of Maddy's face.




Birching Miss Birch Pt. 02



Although the terrible device was almost a foot away from Maddy eyes, she lost control of her bladder and urine poured onto the ground beneath her feet. "I think we are ready to begin," said Darla with a smile. "Let's get you back to the cabin."

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When they arrived back at the cabin, Darla said curtly, "Get your briefcase." Maddy immediately hurried over to her stuff and brought back her Halliburton attache case.

"You do like the top-of-the-line stuff, don't you, lily?" Darla sneered as she opened the aluminum case. Inside was a stack of personnel folders and Maddy's ultra-thin laptop.

"You intended to finalize the employee evaluations while you were here, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy responded.

"Well, I like top-of-the-line stuff myself," Darla said as she again pulled something from the duffle. "This here is a top-of-the-line stuff, state of the art, remote-controlled anal plug with vibrate and shock capability and a connection for an external lead to a clit clip."

"In case you're wondering how I can afford something like this on my salary," she said as she held it up in front of Maddy's eyes, "I helped test it for my friend, W. I can tell you from personal experience that it feels really good at low voltage, and it hurts like hell in the upper ranges." She held up a small remote, "And I can control style, amplitude, and duration of the pulses from here."

"Lay face down on the end of the bed," she ordered, "and spread your ass cheeks."

Maddy did as ordered. Darla squirted a small amount of lube directly on her rosebud and said, "That isn't just to make it slide in easier. That lube helps conduct electricity." 

Then Darla ordered, "Scoot your ass back just a little so I can get to your clit." She reached between Maddy's legs and clipped an electrode to her pleasure nub. The wire of the electrode inserted in a jack on the bottom of the anal plug. Maddy gasped slightly as the clamp pinched her clit.

"Now it's time for a little review of your performance reviews," Darla said as she pulled the small table over in front of the bed. "You sit here at the table on this chair," she said, "and I will lay here on the bed and critique your performance. If you get something right, you get pleasure."

She pressed one of the buttons on the remote in her hand and Maddy moaned softly as very light electrical impulses tickled her clit while the anal plug vibrated within her. 

"But if you get it wrong... like you often do," Darla continued, "then there will be punishment."

She pressed a different button on the remote and Maddy yelped as both her ass and her clit received a significant shock.

Darla lay on the bed sorting through the stack of performance reviews. "Did you even know," she asked, "that part of your performance review in November is based on how well you handle your reviews of the employees under you?" She gave a short huff and answered herself with, "Of course you didn't. Getting your office turned around will get you noticed, but the bean counters higher up only see these pieces of paper- and yours, so you need to get these right."

"We can skip mine," Darla said as she set one of the folders on the table. "In case you haven't read the files you downloaded to your laptop to work on this weekend, I'll point out that I've already edited mine." She laughed slightly. "You were pretty close. You already said that I am very good at my job and one of the big reasons the office works as well as it does. You have now added that we work so well as a team that you cannot imagine ever working without me. I provide great insight and ideas that enable you to properly manage your responsibilities and you consider me to be irreplaceable."

She looked up at Maddy and said forcefully, "That guarantees you can't get rid of me as I push you up the corporate ladder."

Darla then leaned forward and set the rest of the stack of folders on the table in front of Maddy. "Let's start with Rachel," she said.

Maddy looked at the screen of her laptop and reported, "I said that Rachel was a qualified employee, but lacked drive and determination as shown by the fact that she was consistently slightly late for work." As soon as the words left her mouth, she yelped and then gave a short scream.

"Wrong!" said, Darla. "Have you ever talked to Rachel? Do you know why she is sometimes five or ten minutes late?" Darla huffed and continued, "She's a single mother. Her husband died in an auto accident four years ago. She doesn't leave home until the kids are on the school bus. Sometimes the bus is late, so she is late."

Maddy said, "Oh?"

"Here's what you write," Darla commanded, "Rachel is a qualified employee that shows drive and determination as shown by the fact that despite being a single mother who has great responsibilities at home, has not missed a day of work in the past two years."

Maddy typed furiously on the laptop in front of her. "I will edit your grammar and spelling, as I always do," said Darla, "and put these corrected reports on the company network when we get back."

Darla leaned back against the pillows on the bed and said, "Next is Twila."

Maddy picked up the folder and entered the employee number into her computer. She sat looking at Darla with a mixture of question and fear on her face. "Well? What did you say?" asked Darla.

"I said that she is good, but slow." Maddy answered. Again there was a yelp and a scream. "But she IS very slow," she said as if pleading with her Mistress.

"How many times have you ever had her redo anything that you asked her to do?" snapped Darla.

"Never," answered Maddy.

"And who does everybody else go to so she can proofread their reports?"

"Twila," answered Maddy.

"What does that tell you?" asked Darla. She had once again sat upright and her eyes were widening as her voice became very loud and forceful.

"I don't know!" snapped Maddy. That outburst was followed not by a yelp, but by a loud, piercing scream.

"Think about it," said Darla. "What is it that is actually slowing down her work?"

After a long silence, Maddy answered, "Perhaps she should be head writer in the office with the proofreading she does for the rest of the office as a part of her job description. That way her production would not look slow."

And so it went through the stack of personnel folders. Occasionally, when Maddy read her evaluation statement, there would be a soft buzzing and she would moan with pleasure, but most of the time, her statement was followed by a loud yelp or scream.

Finally, they were down to the last folder. "I saved this one for last," Darla said, and then she asked, "What did you say about Ramone?"

"I said that he was rude and overbearing and approaching being in violation of the company sexual harassment policies," Maddy answered. "And in the comments to HR, I recommended termination because of obvious personality flaws."

Maddy tensed waiting for the expected shock to her ass and clit, but nothing happened. "You're not wrong," Darla said. "Ramone is a sexist pig. ... But you're not right either. What he does in the office is the result of bad management, not just his lack of character and maturity."

Maddy looked at Darla with confusion. Darla continued, "Have you taken him aside and talked to him? Have you warned him? Have you suggested any of the courses that HR has available to help him understand what is or is not acceptable behavior?" She paused, but when Maddy did not answer, she continued, "No, you haven't done any of that because that would require you being forceful and you are a spineless lily-white pain-slut."

Maddy stammered, "Then what should I do?"

"Change your recommendation to HR. Note the problem and say that you will have a followup report in six months. Then do what you are paid to do! Be a manager. I will be your spine and you will do what you are told to do because I have commanded you to do it."

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy said softly.

"That was a good day's work," Darla said. The buzzing of the anal plug could be clearly heard and Maddy braced herself against the tabletop as pleasure flowed through her from the vibrations and the tickling of the very light pulses to her clit. 

After several minutes, Darla said, "You put all your stuff away properly and then you spend the next hour giving me my reward for all the hard work I have done in making you into a proper manager."

Maddy stood on very wobbly legs and gathered up the folders. By the time she had placed them- and her laptop- in her expensive briefcase, Darla was waiting for her, naked, on the bed. She crawled up onto the bed and nuzzled between her Mistress's legs, lapping slowly and gently as Darla sighed, "That's the way, lily, slow and steady wins the race."

Maddy continued her slow ministrations as Darla guided her higher or lower. At one point, Darla reached down and put her hands on her head and said, "Let's see if you can get that tongue all the way down to the back door for some rim action."

Maddy stretched her tongue farther and farther until Darla finally sighed and said, "Yes, my lily-white pain-slut, that's what I want."

When Darla was finally sated, she ordered, "Clean yourself up and take out the plug. Then go make us some supper." She waited until lily was standing next to the bed and added in a soft, but firm voice, "lily, you can have tonight off for whatever you want to do... as long as you stay here and stay naked."

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy replied.

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Birching Miss Birch Pt. 03



An autocratic and abusive office manager, known by all who work under her as "The Mad Bitch," is retrained during a weekend "Wilderness Bonding Experience" and turned into a submissive slave, lily.

Slave lily is a natural-born pain-slut, so this story involves a lot of pain and humiliation. If that isn't your preferred genre, you might want to skip this story. Also, all sex is F/f, so if you want M/F or M/f, this isn't your story.

In this final part, slave lily learns the importance of doing favors for others. Completing those favors, however, involves more than a little pain and humiliation. 

The story is in three parts. Each part stands more or less on its own, but makes more sense if you have read the previous parts.

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Chapter Three of Three

Amanda Birch- once called Maddy or The Mad Bitch, now called slave lily- was given the evening off by her new Mistress, Darla Lewis. Surprisingly, there was a very good wifi signal available at the remote cabin. So after Maddy/lily had brought in a sufficient amount of wood from the stacked piles behind the cabin, they both connected to the net- Darla to catch up on her mail and to post on a dominatrix web site that she had a new slave. Maddy to check in at several of the websites that had fueled her fantasies for so many years. On one site, she posted "I have found a Mistress at last."

She signed into her favorite site, and minutes later was slowly stroking her breasts with one hand while sliding a finger through her slit as she watched a video of a Mistress flogging a bound slave. Her hand was just starting to dig deeper into her cunt when Darla's voice commanded, "Don't you dare cum without my permission, slave!"

Darla got up from the bed where she was lying propped up on a pile of pillows. She stood in front of Maddy and said, "Listen, lily, when I said that you couldn't cum without my permission, I didn't mean just while I had you over my knee. I own you now. I own what you do and what you say. And I own your orgasms. You don't have one unless I tell you that you can. You got that?!"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy whimpered.

She went back to watching the videos from the website, but kept her hands on her thighs, occasionally digging her fingers into her thighs while giving out a strained moan. Several hours later Darla announced, "Time for bed. And you remember to keep that fire nice and warm all night."

Maddy crawled over to the head of the bed and knelt silently staring with puppy dog eyes and a pleading expression on her face. 

"What's the matter, lily?" Darla asked with exaggerated sympathy in her voice. "Do you need to cum before you go to sleep?"

Maddy said nothing, but shook her head yes. Her face was beet red from the embarrassment of admitting her internal needs.

"I tell you what," Darla answered, "I could use a good cum myself. If you take me over the top with your tongue, then you can lie in front of the fire and rub yourself all night if you want to. Does that sound like a good idea to you, lily?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy gushed. Her happiness was very obvious on her face.

"Then you stay right there while I get myself ready for bed," Darla replied. "Then when I get back you can put your tongue to work where it matters most. And remember, when I get close, I expect you to do a full rim job before you take me over the top."

"Yes Mistress Darla," Maddy replied.

Maddy knelt obediently beside the bed while Darla did her bathroom routine. Maddy could hear Darla using the toilet and suddenly thought, 'I hope she wipes herself clean.' She had already decided that she would do whatever she was ordered, regardless, when she heard the sound of the shower. "Thank you, Mistress Darla," she said softly.

A few minutes later, Darla emerged from the bathroom and lay back on the bed. Maddy had pulled the sheets and covers down and had re-distributed the pillows across the bed. Darla said nothing, but spread her legs and tapped her mound lightly, as if calling a dog to a treat.

Maddy quickly scrambled up onto the bed and pressed her lips against Darla's hairy cunt. She licked lightly for several moments and then used her lips to pull slightly on Darla's prominent clit. She could feel that large nub engorge with her ministrations.

Darla began to move her hips slightly as Maddy continued to lick and nibble. She gave out a heavy moan when Maddy pulled the clit into her mouth and suckled heavily. "That's it, lily," she said.

Maddy worked her face deeper into Darla's cunt, licking and slurping and nibbling with her lips. She wiggled her face from side to side and Darla responded by bucking against her with her hips.

Darla was very close to climax when lily remember that she had been ordered to also service her rosebud. She moved her tongue deeper between Darla's legs and began thrusting into her ass. She would push as deeply as she could into the rosebud, and then flick the tip of her tongue around the edges of Darla's dark eye.

Darla was now bucking and thrusting almost hard enough to bring her rather substantial body up off the mattress. Suddenly, Maddy felt Darla's hands grasping her head and pulling it upward. Darla pushed her face forcefully into her cunt. She needed no other encouragement and began licking and sucking intensely until Darla arched her back thrusting herself even more tightly against her face and screamed out a long ecstatic groan of release.

Maddy kept licking softly until Darla finally said, "That's enough, lily. You can go back over to the fire and get yourself off now."

Maddy did exactly that. She crawled over to in front of the fire and flopped over onto her back with her legs bent and spread. She rubbed furiously for only a moment before throwing back her head and gasping in climax.

Darla chuckled from the bed. "This is the way it is going to work, my little lily-white pain-slut," she announced. "Each time you build up the fire, you can have one orgasm. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy responded as she curled up on the rug in front of the fire. "I will keep the fire burning brightly all night."

"I'll bet you will," Darla laughed. "I'll bet you will."

***

When Darla woke Sunday morning, the cabin was more than comfortably warm and the room reeked of sex. Maddy was sleeping peacefully in front of the fire. Her feet were resting on the step in front of the fireplace with her legs spread out so that the glow of the fire reflected off her wet cunt.

"That girl is almost insatiable," Darla said out loud to herself with a slight laugh. "One of these days I'm going to have to see what it takes to wear her out."

She then shouted out, "Rise and shine, lily. Get your white ass into that kitchen and rustle me up some breakfast."

Maddy rose groggily to her feet and murmured, "Yes, Mistress Darla." Then still half-asleep, she stumbled into the kitchen to make breakfast. The sizzle of bacon and the occasional yelp from the spattering grease striking skin filled the kitchen while the sound of a shower running came from the bathroom.

By the time Darla was finished with her shower, Maddy was finished with the bacon and eggs and had them, two slices of toast, and a steaming hot cup of coffee, waiting on the table. Darla nibbled at the toast and tasted the coffee before announcing, "It's OK. You can eat now. And then go get yourself cleaned up."

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About a half-hour later, Maddy- and the kitchen- were sparkling clean. Darla was sitting at the table wearing a pair of jeans and one of the camp's polo shirts. She looked up as Maddy came into the room and picked up a crop from the table. She used it to call her over to stand alongside her. Once Maddy was standing next to her, Darla reached up and slowly rubbed the leather flap of the crop across Maddy's nipples.

Maddy responded with a soft moan as Darla said, "Today, I'm going to teach you your first lesson in getting ahead," She tapped a nipple lightly with the crop and continued, "You are always demanding things from everyone, yet you never give to others. That's why no one will go out of their way to help you. If you do favors for others, they do favors for you."

Maddy stood silently next to the table as Darla continued, "This morning you are going to do a favor for Jessie, and this afternoon you are going to do a favor for an old friend of mine. Then tonight, we are going to meet with the office staff for the wrap up of this weekend."

She reached out with the crop and smacked Maddy on the ass and said, "Put on your collar and leash and meet me outside." 

Maddy scampered to retrieve her collar and leash from the mantle of the fireplace. By the time she got to the door of the cabin, Darla was already striding down the path. Maddy ran after her, holding her leash out in front of her until she caught up and placed the end of the leash in her Mistress's outstretched hand.

"You see," Darla said with a laugh as she slowed her stride, "once you give someone what they truly want, they are bound to you." Then tugging slightly she added, "... almost as if you had their leash in your hand."

Maddy reddened as she realized that what Darla said was true- at least about her. Darla had given her what she truly needed- someone to dominate her sexually- and now she was bound very tightly to her new Mistress.

Darla continued to walk briskly down the path, but unlike the previous day when they had continued straight out the path to the birch trees, today she turned at the first intersection on the trail. "This leads to the pond," she said. "Jessie needs someone to finish getting it ready for winter." She looked back at Maddy and smiled before saying, "And that's where you come in."

They walked in silence for several minutes until they came to a small lake. A large flat raft and another with a small diving board tower on it had been pulled up onto the shore. A couple dozen canoes were stored upside down in racks under one of two large picnic shelters. The other shelter contained a large number of picnic tables set almost on edge so that snow would not accumulate on their tops through the winter.

"Looks like everything is already ready for winter, doesn't it?" asked Darla.

Maddy looked around, not sure what to say, and then stammered, "I guess so?"

"Don't guess," said Darla sharply as she smacked Maddy on the ass with the crop in her hand. "Use your eyes. What doesn't look ready for winter?"

Maddy slowly scanned the beach and the lake, then suddenly said, "The floats marking the swimming area are still in the water?"

"That's right," Darla answered. "When the lake freezes it will crush them."

Darla turned Maddy so they were eye-to-eye. "So what do you think we need to do next?" she asked.

"Bring them in?" answered Maddy.

"No," Darla replied, once again smacking Maddy on the ass with the crop. "What we need to do next is to gather up a lot of firewood and build a big fire."

Maddy looked at her for a moment with a very confused look on her face, but then said, "Yes, Mistress Darla." 

"Actually, what you need to do is more carry than gather," Darla said with a laugh. "There is a big pile of wood over there on the other side of that shelter. Bring it out here to this fire pit close to the shore and stack it up for a fire."

Maddy made a dozen or so trips from the woodpile to the fire ring before Darla said, "That ought to be enough. Now gather up small branches from the ground to use as kindling."

After Maddy had done so, Darla produced a lighter and a small block of fire starter from her duffle bag. "Always be prepared," she said as she handed it to Maddy.

Soon the fire was beginning to crackle and grow hot and Darla asked, "Do you know why I had you make a fire?"

"No, Mistress Darla," Maddy answered meekly.

"Think, my little lily-white pain-slut. Plan more than one step ahead of your feet. Why would YOU need a fire out here next to the lake?"

"To stay warm?" answered Maddy.

"It's a little cool out here, but you're almost sweating from the work of gathering up that wood. You don't need it to stay warm... unless you get really cold."

"No!" Maddy exclaimed, suddenly realizing what Darla intended. "That lake is fed by mountain streams. It would be cold in the middle of the summer." Her eyes were wide and her voice was shaking slightly as she begged, "Please don't make me go into the water, Mistress Darla."

"Someone," Darla said forcefully, "has to go out and detach the two lines that separate the swimming area into three sections. Then someone has to hold onto the main float line while it is reeled in so it doesn't tangle."

She pointed to Maddy with her crop. "That someone is you." She then laughed and said, "And yes, that water is damn near freezing. But it isn't very deep. You can probably walk all the way across it now that it is almost at winter depth. But just to be safe, and because a good Mistress like myself should be concerned with the safety of her slaves, you are going to be wearing a life jacket and a safety line in case you get too cold or something like that."

"Please, Mistress Darla," Maddy whined. "I don't like cold water. Couldn't we just pull the float lines in and then reel them up?"

Darla didn't say anything, but instead reached into her duffle bag and retrieved the shock stick that she had demonstrated to Maddy the day before. Maddy stood and quivered silently in front of her Mistress for a moment, but finally bowed her head and said softly, "Yes, Mistress Darla."

Maddy put on the life jacket and Darla led her down to the edge of the water where sat a small trailer with a large metal reel mounted on it. Darla explained, "It is very simple. You wade out to the main float line and detach the separator section. Then you hang on to it and I will reel you back to shore as I wind up the float line on this reel. After we finish with that one, we move the reel over to the other segment and you go back into the water for the second section."

Darla ran her hand over Maddy's head, almost like she were petting a dog. "After that you can go over and warm yourself up by the fire before we bring in the main section. You got that?"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy replied, "But..."

"But what?!" Darla snapped.

"May I put more wood on the fire first, Mistress Darla?" Maddy begged. "Otherwise it might be burned down too low by the time we've finished."

Darla laughed, "OK, lily, you can put more wood on the fire. And stack a couple more pieces next to the fire ring so you can build it up again when you need it." She petted Maddy's head once again and said, "See, you are starting to think ahead. You're learning."

A few minutes later, the fire was heaped high and several logs were stacked nearby. "Let's go," ordered Darla, and Maddy began wading out into the water. She shrieked slightly from the cold as she first stepped into the water and continued to yelp and gasp with each step as she slowly waded out to the main float line that marked the swimming area. The water was not quite waist deep, but as she walked, the icy liquid splashed against her sex, causing her to both yelp and moan.

"My God," Darla yelled from the shore, "even this is turning you on. I should have called you insatiable rather than lily."

Maddy was shivering slightly when Darla finished reeling her back to the shore. "Get the next one and then you can warm up by the fire," Darla said as she and Maddy pulled the reel trailer over to the next segment.

This time Maddy did not yelp quite as much as she waded into the water, but because the water was deeper, more of her body was in the icy water and she was shivering continuously by the time she had disconnected the line and almost violently by the time Darla had her reeled back onto the shore.

"Take off the life jacket and get over by the fire," Darla said.

"Thank you, Mistress Darla," Maddy chattered out as she scampered over to kneel next to the fire. Soon she was no longer shivering as she slowly turned in the sand on her knees to allow the warmth of the fire to penetrate her body.

"I will let you say when you are ready," Darla said as Maddy relaxed and stopped shivering.

Several minutes later Maddy said, "I'm ready, Mistress Darla. May I build up the fire again before going back into the water?"

"Of course," Darla answered and Maddy responded with an automatic, "Thank you, Mistress Darla."

This time, Maddy did not have to wade out into the water, but instead had to merely walk around the shore to the other end of the float line, disconnect it, and then allow Darla to reel her across the lake as she wound up the line. The disadvantage to this was that it pulled Maddy on her stomach through deeper water with the result that she was almost totally immersed in the water.

Consequently, she was once again shivering violently as she was reeled up onto the shore and scampered over to the fire as soon as Darla gave her permission. Again, she knelt as close to the fire as possible as she warmed her body. But this time, as she began to relax, she spread her legs slightly and slipped one hand into her slit. The other hand was rubbing her breast and tweaking her nipple. She looked over at Darla and said hopefully, "May I, Mistress? May I, please?"

Darla laughed a deep laugh and answered, "OK, lily, you may cum. It is your reward for doing a good job. In fact, you can cum as many times as you want in the next thirty minutes."

"Thank you, Mistress," Maddy groaned as her hand went deeper into her cunt. She continued to stroke herself for several minutes until she finally gasped out in orgasm, then she sat on her knees facing the fire with her legs very wide and continued to stroke herself softly for the rest of the half hour.

"Time to go back to the cabin," Darla finally said. "Shovel some sand over that fire to make sure it is smothered and then put your collar and leash back on."

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy responded.

A few minutes later they were retracing their steps back to the cabin. When they got there, Darla told Maddy, "You clean yourself up and then fix us some lunch. After lunch you can have an hour for whatever you want to do- as long as you don't cum."

"Yes, Mistress Darla."

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Darla spent the hour after lunch relaxing, almost napping, on the bed. Maddy spent the time kneeling in front of the fire. Her knees were widely spread, as they had been on the beach, and she was slowly stroking her body and occasionally running her hand through her slit. "Remember, you don't cum unless I allow it!" Darla barked from the bed when Maddy began to moan softly.




Birching Miss Birch Pt. 03



Maddy didn't answer, but instead closed her eyes and slowed her hands and fingers so that they were barely moving. At the end of the hour, Darla announced, "Time to do a favor for W," and then took her suitcase out of the closet and placed it on the bed.

"Let's see what we have in the goodie box, shall we?" Darla muttered as she began pulling items out of the case. "Get your white ass over here," she barked loudly and Maddy quickly jumped to her feet and hurried over to Darla's side.

Maddy's eyes widened slightly as she caught sight of the very shiny, somewhat large, metal bikini that Darla was holding. "You know what this is?" Darla asked as she approached.

"I think it's a chastity belt," answered Maddy. "I've seen pictures on line." She paused as she looked more closely at what Darla was holding. "But it seems a little larger and there's something strange about the cups."

"There is something strange about this whole device," Darla replied with a laugh. "That's because it is much more than just a chastity belt." She held up the two pieces in her hand and said, "This is a Model 37, Programmable Edging Teaser, which will be marketed as the PET 37. According to W, it is capable of taking you to the very edge and keeping you there for days. But we are going to primarily be testing its manual override mode this afternoon."

She handed what was apparently the bottoms of the device to Maddy and ordered, "Put this on." She then laughed and said, "It says to be sure to lubricate the probes to insure easy entry, but I think you have more than enough lubricant already flowing. Just smear a little of that back onto your asshole so the anal plug slides in a little easier."

Maddy squatted down slightly and pushed her hand through her slit and back over her rosebud. Her fingers were slick with her cunt juices and easily entered her ass. After repeating that action several times, she pulled the metal bikini up over her legs until the two dildos were just touching her cunt and asshole.

"What are you waiting for?" snapped Darla. "Shove it in!"

Maddy did so with a slight gasp. "Sorry, Mistress," she said. "They're cold."

As she was slipping her arms through the metal bands which supported the top piece, Darla came up behind her and pulled the waistband of the bottoms together tightly. A soft click indicated that she had somehow locked it in place. A moment later, the top was also squeezed shut and locked in place. Then Maddy felt Darla's fingers grasp the bottoms as if she were connecting something, which is exactly what she was doing. The batteries in the dildos powered the entire system and a small cable connected the bottoms to the tops.

"How's that feel?" Darla asked.

"OK, I guess," Maddy replied. Then after a short paused added, "Mistress Darla."

Darla held up a remote control and explained, "This controls the PET. The bottoms work about as you would imagine. The dildos can vibrate..." She pressed a button on the control and Maddy moaned slightly. "... or move..." Another button was pressed and Maddy's moan increased in volume. "... or deliver a shock from mild and stimulating to severe and painful." Two more button presses caused Maddy to once again moan and then shriek in pain.

"And of course," Darla said with a chuckle, "all of those functions can be programed by the remote or by any smart device."

She held up the remote so Maddy could see it clearly. "But there are several devices on the market that can do all of that," she continued. "What makes the PET 37 unique is the automatic programming which senses a woman's state of arousal and automatically does what is necessary to take you to the very edge without ever allowing you to cum."

She laughed her deep laugh and touched another button on the remote. "And that is only the bottoms. The top is absolutely unique in what it can do."

Maddy gasped as something that felt like small rollers suddenly turned very slightly and pulled at her nipples. "There are two 'manipulator bars' on the end of each bra cup," Darla said as she tapped her finger lightly against one of the metal cups that covered Maddy's breasts. "They can turn slightly to pull on your little tittie tips like they are now." Darla pressed a button. "Or they can really stretch out those nubs."

Maddy squeaked as the device pulled painfully at her nipples. "They also move slightly side to side, sort of like someone rolling your nipple between their fingers." Darla pressed another button and then asked, "Does that feel like someone's finger playing with your nipple."

Maddy gasped slightly and answered, "Yes, Mistress Darla. It is almost like someone is tweaking my nipples with their fingers."

"Good," Darla replied. "Then it's time for us to go for another walk."

Maddy's collar was still around her neck, so all Darla had to do was attach the leash and pull Maddy toward the door. As they started up the path, Maddy stopped suddenly and gave a groaning intake of breath.

"Ah, yes," Darla said. "It will be in automatic mode as we walk. I will switch it over to manual when we get to Echo Peak."

Darla walked quickly up that path with Maddy following behind her, struggling against the continuous arousal of the PET 37 as she walked. Occasionally, Maddy would yelp loudly as the PET shocked her cunt, ass or breasts to bring her back from the brink of an orgasm. Once, after the manipulator bars in the breast cups pressed together to squeeze her nipples painfully, Maddy whined softly, "This isn't fair."

"No this isn't fair," Darla replied with an overly exaggerated emphasis on the word fair. "Fair is where you win blue ribbons for pigs and pies." She snorted and continued, "This is life... your life as my little lily-white pain-slut slave!"

"Yes, Mistress Darla," Maddy replied in what she hoped was a very obedient tone of voice.

The path went through the birch stand where Darla had tied Maddy only the day before and continued winding its way up the mountain until it ended at a large, flat area on one side of the mountain near the top.

"This is Echo Peak," Darla announced. "That cliff behind us and the valley in front of us work together to create echos." She then yelled, "Hello!" out toward the valley below them. "Hello, hello, hello, hello..." echoed back. "You can hear that for sure back in camp, maybe even in town," she said with a smile. "And luckily for you, you don't even have to be standing right at the edge."

Darla pulled Maddy back from the steep dropoff to the back edge of the flat area against a sheer rock wall and once again yelled, "Hello!" If anything, the returning echo was louder than when Darla had yelled while standing right at the edge of the cliff. 

Darla pointed to the ground and said, "You are going to stand here by the wall, while I stand over in the center of this ledge and see what echoes we can create." She paused a moment and then ordered loudly, "Present yourself!"

Maddy looked at her blankly for just a second before remembering and putting her body into the position which Darla had specified. Her hands were on her head with her elbows pulled back; her back was very straight; and her feet were spread a little more than shoulder width apart.

"A little slow on the uptake, lily, but I won't punish you this time," Darla said softly. "I think the PET has you a little distracted."

Darla pressed several buttons on the remote and smiled. Then she said, "But you are about to become a lot more distracted."

Maddy's eyes opened wide and she gasped loudly as the vibrators in both the dildo and the anal plug sprang to life. In the quiet of the mountaintop, it almost sounded like two angry wasps buzzing around her. Then the dildo began to pump and squirm inside of her.

"Ahhhh" she groaned out, and Darla said sharply, "Remember, slave, you may not cum until I say you can."

Maddy's only response was another intense moan. She then gave what sounded like a combination of a grunt and a moan as the nipple stimulators began moving. The small rods holding her nipples squeezed slightly tighter and then began rolling in and out and moving from side to side at the same time. The effect was as if someone were rolling her nipple between their fingers.

Her legs were starting to quiver and her voice was becoming a series of low grunts, "Uh, uh, uh, uh," that were in time with the thrusting of the dildo within her. Those thrusts were synchronized with the movements of the nipple rods, so it was difficult to know whether it was the stimulation to her cunt or her breasts that was exciting her the most.

Her eyes were growing wider and wider. Her legs- and her entire body- were beginning to shake. She was right on the verge of a powerful orgasm when suddenly Darla pointed the remote at her and pushed one of the large buttons near the top of the device.

Maddy's scream echoed through the mountains, "AIEEE! AIEEe!, AIEee, AIeee, Aieee, aieee..."

"I'm sure they heard that one in camp," Darla said with a laugh. Maddy was now on her knees on the hard ground. 

"Present yourself!" Darla commanded, and Maddy struggled to rise and get into the proper position.

Darla said nothing, but pushed a different button on the remote and the stimulation of the dildos and the nipple bars began once more. Again, she waited until Maddy was right at the brink of orgasm before unleashing the electrical torment that pulled Maddy away from that desired climax and release.

This time the scream was not quite as loud, but it still echoed through the valley. The third time the scream was even less loud, and the fourth time there was barely an echo.

"Interesting," Darla said quietly as she once again activated the dildos and the nipple bars. "It's starting to get late," she observed. Then she walked up directly in front of Maddy and said, "This time you may cum... when I tell you to. There will be no shocks, just pleasure."

Soon, Maddy as again shaking and quivering as the PET 37 drove her higher and higher. "Hold it off! Hold it off!" Darla commanded.

Maddy was now wailing continuously as if exerting a tremendous amount of effort for some important task. "Please," she said weakly. "Please, let me cum. I can't hold it back any longer."

In response, Darla held up her hand with her fingers spread. "On the count of five," she said and then began closing the digits of her hand one at a time starting with her thumb. Maddy's wailing grew louder and louder as the pinkie, then the ring finger, then the middle finger closed. 

When the pointer finger finally closed, a new scream echoed through the valley. This time it was not an "Aieee!" of pain, but rather an "Aaaaahhhhh!" of orgasm that reverberated from the adjacent peaks.

"That one," said Darla, "I'm sure they heard in town."

Maddy was now on her back on the hard ground, her body thrashing and convulsing in one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. "Time to go back to the cabin and clean up for our closing banquet," said Darla softly.

As Maddy wobbled to her feet and held out her leash to her Mistress, Darla said, "I'm setting this on level one for the rest of the evening." Then Darla took the leash and led her back to the cabin.

"W says this is totally waterproof," Darla said when they got back, "but I'm taking it off of you so you can shower and wash the dust and stink off yourself. Besides, I want to put it in its charger for a while so it will be at full power for tonight and tomorrow."

An hour later, they began walking back to the main camp. Darla was wearing her jeans and a camp shirt. Maddy was wearing a loose-fitting dress and sandals. It looked a little inadequate for the evening chill, but not so much as to cause a great deal of notice. Besides, it set her apart as someone "above" the others.

When they got to the main lodge, the rest of the office was already gathered. There was a roaring fire in the lodge's huge fireplace and everyone was talking loudly. When Darla and Maddy entered the room, everything suddenly became quiet.

"Don't worry," Darla said loudly. "Things have changed. Miss B is now just Miss Birch. She will be a good manager from now on." She laughed slightly and added, "And Jessie tells me you are no longer a bunch of squabbling children."

Despite Darla's assurances, the room remained quiet until everyone was directed to go through the serving area to pick up their meals. Once the people were again seated and eating, the noise of conversation slowly began to again fill the room.

After everyone had eaten and the plates and table service returned to the kitchen, Jessie stood up at the head table and said. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached the end of this experience. It is time to look back and see how we each have changed. We are going to go around the room and each of you will say what the most important change has been in this weekend."

Most of the people said something like, "I learned better ways to communicate with my fellow employees and how to better handle minor conflicts." Twila said that she had not realized how much the rest of the office appreciated what she did for them.

Ramone's comments were the most surprising. He stood very nervously and said, "I never realized that what I thought were funny comments were being taken as sexual attacks. I'm sorry if I upset any of you. If I say something I shouldn't in the future, just tell me. Eventually, I'll figure out what is OK and what isn't."

As Ramone was speaking, Darla looked over at Maddy and raised her eyebrows. Maddy just lowered her eyes in response. When everyone had finished, Darla stood to speak. "I am going to tell you all the absolute truth," she began. "The jerks in upper management thought this weekend would be a failure and that nothing could turn our office around. In fact, they were going to use the failure of this weekend to fire me, Miss Birch, and about half of you. But you have shown them- and yourself- that you can change. All we have to do now is go back and put these changes to work, and your jobs- and mine- are secure."

There was a huge round of applause, but then Twila raised her hand. "Darla," she said, "that is all fine and good, but in our discussions here it became very apparent that a lot of the problem is from the top... yes, I mean Miss Birch. She wasn't here with us. Most of us are afraid that when we go back, she will still be the same and all of this will be for nothing."

"Good point!" Darla said emphatically. "And two things have changed that you don't know about yet. One, I am calling most of the shots from now on. You all know that I am fair and know what I am doing." There was a murmuring of approval to Darla's comment. "And two, from now on I control The Mad Bitch, not the other way around."

There was a large, collective gasp at the public use of the name by which almost everyone in the office privately referred to Maddy. "How can we be sure of that?" asked someone from the back of the room.

Darla turned to Maddy who was seated next to her and ordered in a loud voice, "Present yourself!"

Maddy jumped to her feet and in one, smooth motion dragged her dress over her head and placed her hands on the top of her head. The glow of the fire in the fireplace reflected from the bright metal PET 37.

"No one must ever know of this!" Darla said firmly. "If this becomes known, it all falls apart. But The Mad Bitch is dead. Meet my new slave, lily."

Maddy's face colored a very deep red as the room began applauding and screaming. When things returned to relative quiet, Darla said loudly, "You will tell no one of this! You will call her Miss Birch or Miss B."

She looked around the room and rapidly made eye contact with each person there before continuing, "You will treat her with respect or you will answer to me! Amanda Birch is still your boss!" Then she smiled and finished with, "But if you have questions or need something done, you come to me!"

The room again erupted in applause and Darla turned to Maddy and said, "Put your dress back on and sit down." Jessie then stood and announced that the last item of business for the night was a group picture and that everyone should stand behind the head table.

After the picture, everyone was told that they could remain at the lodge for snacks or return to their cabins. Most stayed until late in the evening. Darla and Maddy also stayed. Many people came up to speak with Darla. They acknowledged Maddy sitting next to her on the couch, but their conversation was with Darla.

It would have been difficult to have a conversation with Maddy anyway. Her eyes seemed almost glazed over, and she periodically took deep intakes of breath. Her face was flushed and at times she held her arms very tightly together. It was almost as if she were on the brink of orgasm and was struggling not to climax in public- which is exactly what was going on.

The next day, Maddy wore the same dress- and the same expression on her face- as they traveled home. Darla once again sat up front in the seat across from the driver where the leader of the group should sit. Maddy sat alone, moaning and quivering, in the back of the bus.

***

Just before Christmas, Maddy was moved up into a supervisory position that had opened up due to a retirement. Her boss made the announcement to the office and added, "You know, a couple month ago, I was ready to fire her and about half of this office. And James over in acquisitions was ready to sell off that camp. But now you are the most productive and efficient office in the company. And there is a backlog of clients waiting to go through the wilderness turnaround experience."

He then turned to Darla and said, "And Jessie says that the secret to turning around an office like this is to talk to the second in command. I'm making sure that you stay with Amanda Birch from now on." He laughed slightly, "Besides, Maddy often says that she wouldn't know what to do unless you told her."

"I just give her some suggestions once in a while," Darla replied. "It's not like I'm the master and she's the slave taking orders."

The supervisor said something else, but it was drowned out by the laughter of the entire office.

Finally he just shook his head and said, "Things really have changed around here, haven't they?"

"That they have, Mr. Arnold," Darla said. "That they have."

***

Epilogue (A section nobody reads that wraps up the loose ends in the story.)

Six years later Amanda Jo Birch was named a vice-president of the company. Darla Lewis was still her administrative assistant. Maddy's rise to such a level was the subject of several articles in well-known magazines and more than a few segments on morning news shows.

There were also several articles about Darla. One of which was entitled, "The Power Behind the Throne." Darla, herself, became a news story for a short while after the release of a book entitled,"Behind Every Powerful Woman Is An Even More Powerful Secretary."

The book was written under the pseudonym, Sara DeWille, and the cover of the book showed a drawing of a black woman of Darla's approximate size and shape standing on her desk in full dominatrix attire holding a black leather whip in her hand. An interviewer asked her whether she was, in fact, the basis for that book. She laughed and replied, "You will have to ask Sara that question. Only she knows for sure."

No one ever asked Sara because no one knew who she was. The book had been written anonymously and all royalties went to a scholarship fund for black female business management students. Those few who recognized that Sara DeWille was an anagram of Darla Lewis apparently kept that information to themselves. 

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