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Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 01

By: Calandria



'What on earth have you had that done for?' my mother was not at all impressed by my freshly-pierced tongue, when my friend Cindy and I sat down to supper at the kitchen table, and she spotted it when I self-consciously touched it with my forefinger.

'Don't know, Mum,' was my honest answer, but, when we were alone, Cindy said, 'Don't be coy with me, you dirty cow, you just want to give better blow-jobs, don't you?' 

I really hadn't thought about that, in truth, and even less what she went on to say: 'It would make for sensational clit-flicking, you know!' I slapped her miniskirted arse, and told her to behave herself. But it did set me to thinking – just a little!

The fact of the matter was that my friend Darren, who wasn't really a boyfriend, but we had sort of hung around together since school, had suggested I get my tongue done, and I just liked the idea – I don't know why. 

Just about then, I suppose a couple of days later, a job offer came through. I had been kicking my heels at home for weeks, on the dole, and a decent job, even if it meant finding a flat in the city, was too good to miss. I accepted.

As I packed to leave home for the first time in my eighteen and a bit years, and move to the flat I was going to share with a new workmate, Laura, in West London, I started to get more selective about my clothes than I had ever been before. If I was going to be seen out in London, I thought, I ought to look sophisticated. Then I paused, and smiled to myself. It wasn't that, was it? My tastes had changed – completely.

Shoes were my major preoccupation, I knew. I just couldn't go out in anything that didn't have really high heels – the higher the better, I couldn't explain it, and it drew snorts from my mother whenever she saw me – or, more often, heard me – clicking down the stairs in four inch stilettos. I loved strappy stilettos with metal heels, and if they had platform soles as well – so much the better. I had also taken to wearing a silver anklet, with a dangly bit, which I knew drew attention to my feet, and to painting my toenails bright reds or blues. My long slim legs were not at all bad, I knew, and I was going to make the best of them. I had also taken to wearing very tight, knee-length skirts, the tightest I could buy. I should have liked to have had an occasion to wear an evening gown with a skirt so tight I could scarcely walk. 

I ended up throwing out more clothes than I packed, then, suddenly, sat down on my bed and wept. I didn't know what I wanted to do at all. 

That evening, Cindy came to see me before I left, and cheered me up a lot, telling me she'd come to see me in London, then she took me on one side, held my hand, and said, 'Look, Diana, what I said about your stud, that was a joke. I know where you're coming from, really. I've seen your taste in shoes change, and it's part of the same thing. You're a pain-slut, aren't you?'

I took offence at that, and started to protest, until she shut me up, 'There's nothing wrong in that,' she said, 'more people than you think are into that sort of thing.'

Before we parted she kissed me, full on the lips, and I let her push her tongue into my mouth, until its tip touched against my stud. 

'Mmmm,' she murmured, and held me against her just too long to be decent. I wondered if her comment about 'clit-flicking' had been altogether disinterested.

'Make sure you come down and see me, darling,' I said.

I met Laura when I arrived at my new home, and liked her straight away. She was a petite blonde, with a Scots accent, and was dressed, although it was midday, in silk pyjamas, her long hair tied up in a French knot. I saw straight away that she sported a pierced lower lip, and thought I detected a tongue-stud too. Was it too much to hope that we were of like mind?

'Love the shoes,' she said, when I had introduced myself, and sat down on the sofa. I was, by now, so used to wearing heels that I was surprised when anyone commented, and looked down – I was wearing black patent stiletto sandals, with straps that wound several times around my slender ankles.

'If you're into that sort of gear,' said Laura, without further preamble, 'I'll take you to a shop you'll just love this afternoon – I buy lots of stuff there.'

Without waiting for a reply, she went into her room to get changed, and returned, transformed, by which time I had dumped my gear in the room I had been shown was mine, and freshened up a bit after the journey. I was still wearing the tight grey skirt and silk blouse I had travelled in. Laura appeared, in a tight leather miniskirt and thigh-length, spike-heeled boots. Her top was also leather, laced across her ample cleavage. She wore huge silver hoops in her ears, and now had her long blonde hair loose, falling to her waist. The effect was very Gothic.

'Come on, we'll go and have a pub lunch – I often do on a Saturday,' she said.

The music in the pub she chose precluded much conversation, but everybody seemed to know Laura, and she seemed at home as she guided me around the streets of the trendy quarter where I was going to live.

We walked into a largish shop in a back street, and Laura was immediately grabbed and embraced by a huge, effeminate-looking guy in his fifties, whom she introduced as Mo.

Mo in turn presented us to a young girl, dressed in a long cotton dress, whom he called Fifi. She sat us down on an overstuffed sofa while she finished dealing with another woman in the dim recesses of the store, then she returned, whispered something quickly to Laura, then pulled me to my feet, and twirled me around.

'Hmmm,' she mused, and then went back to Laura, whereupon they had another whispered conversation, before the girl retired to the back of the store.

'What's going on?' I demanded to know, not unreasonably.

'Fifi says she has just the thing for you, and wants to know if you'll be offended,' said Laura.

'Oh?'

'I told her I didn't know, but that you seemed nice,' she smiled.

Fifi came back with a box. 'Come on,' she said, and held out her hand to me. 

I followed meekly, and Laura came too. We entered a big dressing-room, with racks of clothes, and mirrors on all the walls. Laura sat down, and Fifi told me to undress. I wriggled out of my skirt and unbuttoned my blouse. I was down to bra and panties. 

'Those too,' she said.

'Eh?' I was suddenly unsure of what I was doing here, but obediently unhooked my bra, slipping it off my shoulders, and slid the white cotton panties down over my hips and off. I felt doubly naked, stood there in front of two strangers in this brightly-lit room. 

'Now,' said Fifi, and produced a garment the like of which I hadn't seen before from the box. It was a black satin whale-boned corset, which she now offered up to my body, and buttoned up the front. It was designed to incorporate a half-bra, so that my firm young breasts perched on the platform of the garment, my thrusting nipples left free. It was arched in the back so that my buttocks were also free, and had long garter straps which hung down for attaching stockings. I did a twirl around and thought it looked wonderful, but I had a big surprise coming. Laura got to her feet, and at a nod from Fifi, took hold of a string at the rear of the garment, while Fifi grasped another. They heaved for all they were worth, and I felt myself constricted almost beyond belief. I gasped with the pain as my already narrow young waist was restrained and tightened still further.

'Oooh,' I cried, as they tied off the strings of the corset, but I knew then that I should want to wear it many more times, and felt warm juices oozing within me.

'I'll take it,' I said, 'and please put my things in a bag – I'll wear it home.'

Laura and Fifi exchanged looks, and I knew they would accept me into some kind of 'inner circle' at that moment. 

'I don't want to pry,' said Laura, 'but are you OK – I mean financially?'

I had some savings, so I nodded, and that was a signal for them to find me all sorts of things. I learned that Laura had a party coming up, and I told them about my fantasy about an evening gown with a skirt so tight I could hardly walk. No sooner had I mentioned it than Fifi produced a long white silk halter-necked gown, completely backless, with a pencil-slim skirt that I could only get into by means of a long zipper. When I put it on, I was unable to do more than mince along.

They produced more skirts, dresses and tops, and several pairs of stockings, but I pronounced myself happy with the shoes I already had.

As we were getting ready to leave, Fifi said, 'And accessories? Anything I can get you?'

'I don't think so,' I said, as I had lots of jewellery, but Laura had other ideas, and whispered something to Fifi again, who grinned and trotted off, her dress swishing around her legs. She was back in seconds, with a small box, and took off the lid, while Laura deftly undid the buttons of my blouse, before I could protest. 

As I watched, she took from the box two small gold items. I had read about them, but never seen anything like them before. They were nipple clamps! She took my right nipple between thumb and forefinger, and drew a gasp from me, as the pain hit me, then, before I could react, she had placed and tightened the cruel little clamp down on my tender nipple. I cried out with the agony of it, but a heat flooded my pussy as shee did it, and, when she repeated it on the other nipple, I was close to orgasm. She connected the two clams with their own little gold chain, and I had yet more expense.

'Now you're a real pain-slut,' said Laura, as we left the shop, 'tomorrow, I may take you to meet somebody – but first, more preparation.'

Back at the flat, I enjoyed walking around in front of my bedroom mirror in my new corset, wearing a new pair of stockings, my heels, and the excruciating nipple-clamps. I masturbated in front of the mirror, and had no sooner slipped two fingers in between my wet pussy-lips, than I came, a huge orgasm wracking my body, my knees buckling, and juices oozing from my cunt.

I looked around, as soon as I was able to see anything at all, and Laura was leaning against my door-post, her skirt around her waist, both hands attending to her completely hairless mound. One was parting her labia, whilst the other was submerged deep within her cunt. Her mouth was open, and eyes were hooded, as she brought herself to a trembling climax.

When we had both finished, she came up behind me, and took me in her arms, then led me to my own bed. 'I like my new flatmate,' she said.

'Me too.'

We stripped each other naked, and Laura looked at me critically, then announced that I should have to be shaved. I rummaged around and found a razor, and let Laura shave me, which she did with infinite care, removing every vestige of hair from my mound, labia, and arsehole. I told her I fancied having more piercing done, and she said we should have to go together, but that, for the time being, I had other things to learn. I wondered what she was talking about, but she wouldn't be drawn.

'Let me tell you what I have planned,' she said, after she had spent a while on the telephone, 'I'll cook us a meal tonight, then you can sleep with me, or by yourself – just as you please. Tomorrow morning you are going to meet Gary – he's a friend of Lou's. How's all that sound?'

We sat in our robes and ate a delicious meal of steak and salad that Laura cooked, then watch television for a while. I felt a bit awkward after what she had said, and went to the bathroom, combed out my long black hair, and put on my best long cream silk nightgown, and was just turning back the covers, when Laura put her head around the door. She was dressed in a short, red nylon nightgown, her hair loose around her pretty face. 'Don't you want company, then?'

'I thought you'd never ask.'

She slid in beside me, and our bodies entwined, I felt her busy, slender fingers questing between my legs, parting my lips, seeking out the little bud of my clitoris. I moaned when she found it, and took one of her rosebud nipples between my teeth, under the nylon of her nightdress. She sighed, and pushed my head downwards, over her flat stomach, so that I was soon running my tongue into the groove of her sex. I held her labia apart with both hands, and, for the first time, used my tongue-stud as my friend Cindy had suggested. It had the desired effect on Laura, at least, and she writhed in ecstasy as I alternately flicked with my tongue, and bit at her hardened nub. Then I plunged my tongue deep into her soaking cunt, and simultaneously sought her arsehole with my finger, thrusting deep within her, as she returned the favour in a perfect '69' position. I came explosively, at least three times, as her tongue and fingers did their magic, until I could take no more, and we lay exhausted in each others' arms, and slept until daylight woke us.

Sunday in London. I wondered where I was, until the smell of coffee got me out of bed.

In the kitchen, Laura had coffee and toast on the go, for which I was grateful.

'We're going this morning, you said?' I queried.

'Yes, we try to make the most of our day off, Diana.' She sat down with her coffee cup and looked at me over it. 

'I just don't know if you're ready for the scene, you know,' she said, finally.

I looked a question at her, and she said, 'Look, we're into some things you may or may not understand.'

'Would you like to spell it out, Laura?'

For an answer, she stood up. 'It was dark last night, so you couldn't see me, right?'

She slid her robe down from her slim shoulders, and showed me her back. It was the first time I had seen it, and it was criss-crossed with fiery red welts, from just below her shoulder-blades to her buttocks.

'He did that to you?' I asked, in horror. 

She put her hand on my arm. 'Yes, and I asked him to. So now perhaps you understand?'

'Phew,' I exclaimed, 'I need to get used to this.'

It wasn't as if I didn't know of the existence of such things – I had seen magazines, read books even, but it was a leap from self-imposed restraint – or was it? Laura was talking to me.

'Look, Diana,' she said, 'go and have a think about it. If you want to come with me, I think I can explain to Gary that you're not really ready to participate yet, and we can have a nice day anyway – it's up to you, darling.'

I went and sat in my room, idly sorting out clothes for a while, and hadn't decided anything at all an hour later. Laura popped her head round my door.

'Come on then, if you're coming,' she said.

'What do I wear?' I asked, all of a sudden certain I was going with her.

'Today, loose skirt and blouse, no underwear, heels,' she replied, quickly.

'No underwear?' I echoed.

'Forbidden,' she confirmed. Oh God, what was I getting into?

I put on a silk blouse, pleated black miniskirt, and a pair of the metal-heeled stilettos I loved. With my freshly-shaven pussy, I felt doubly naked under the flared skirt, and my breasts jiggled under the silk off the blouse. I felt I was walking down the street completely exposed to view, and the feeling was exciting me, or was it the knowledge that I was heading into a world of restraint and punishment? Whatever it was, I was wet through by the time Laura had driven us the two miles or so in her little Ford.

We arrived about eleven, and the house was a well-kept terrace house on a quiet street. Laura rang the bell, and a tall man came to the door. He was in his early forties, I guessed, and had jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. Laura introduced him as Lou, and he took her arm, immediately asking after her back.

'It's fine,' she said, 'I look at it in the mirror every night.' With that, she kissed him, brushing her hand over the front of his trousers suggestively.

'Come on,' he said, 'let's meet the rest.' He led us into the living room, and there were three people sitting there. One got up from an armchair, a man about Lou's age, somewhat less handsome, thanks to a once-broken nose, but exuding a sense of power and authority through his grey eyes and strong chin.

'Gary,' he introduced himself, 'and you must be Diana? Laura told me about you yesterday. I am pleased to meet you.' He seemed almost formal.

The other two remained seated, and were introduced as Jack, a younger guy with wavy blond hair, and Talia, an exotic-looking girl with dark olive skin, who was wearing a fishnet body-suit, through which her brown nipples jutted shamelessly. Jack was toying with one of them, his arm over her shoulder.

'Let's go and have a drink on the patio, shall we?' suggested Gary, and the two who were on the sofa, got reluctantly to their feet. I saw that Talia was quite naked under her suit, and was almost tempted to touch her – she was so beautiful I could scarcely take my eyes off her.

We trooped out on to a terrace, in the sunshine. The house was much bigger than it appeared to be, and Laura seemed to know her way around sufficiently to get the drinks.

Gary engaged me in conversation as soon as we were outside with drinks in our hands.

'I suppose Laura has told you what we get up to, yes?'

'Something like that.'

Without further ado, he lifted my skirt, and put a probing hand on my shaven mound.

'Yes,' he said, 'I see you have come prepared.'

'I....I don't know,' I said, 'I don't think I want to be punished,'

'Ha,' he said, 'but Laura tells me you have worn nipple clamps, and a corset.'

'Well, yes, but....'

'But, nothing,' he said, 'and speaking of butts, do you take it there?'

I was too shocked to answer, and just stood and looked at him.

'Never mind,' he said, 'we'll leave that for now, but I think we should introduce you to the crop.'

He called Talia over, and she pecked Jack on the cheek and came over to stand by us.

'Talia,' said Gary, 'take Diana to the box-room, will you, darling, and get her ready. I'll join you in a moment.

Talia's beauty so stunned me that I was ready to follow her anywhere, and she wore heels even higher than mine, making her hips sway and her buttocks work together as she walked up the stairs in front of me, her black hair down to her waist behind her. She had almond-shaped eyes, and full lips, and she turned and kissed me when we entered the box-room, which was really just an empty bedroom, with just some cupboards against one wall, and mirrors against another. She unbuttoned my blouse, drawing no protest from me – I would have let her do anything at all – then pulled down my skirt, so that I was naked except for my shoes. She held my hand, and stood back, looking at me admiringly.

'You are very pretty,' she said, then she opened the cupboard, and took out a cushion, which she placed on the floor.

'You may kneel on that,' she said, and I did so, but when I squatted on my haunches, she said, 'no, you must kneel up, please.' Suddenly, I was terrified, like being in the dentist's chair before the dentist comes into the surgery. 

The door opened, and Gary came in.

'The crop, please, Talia,' he said, and Talia again went to the cupboard, handing him a riding crop.

'I hope you can be quiet,' he said to me, 'or I shall have to gag you, and I prefer to hear you moan just a little. This time you will get only six, unless you misbehave. Please count down from six, and thank me for each one.'

He stood back and whipped me hard across the back, and I felt a horrible stinging pain.

'Oh,' I cried, then 'six, thank you.'

Then there was a whoosh through the air again and another awful searing pain. 

'Five, thank you.'

Crack! And the pain was less this time, perhaps on a fleshier part, perhaps merging with a new sensation, a warmth spreading through my cunt as I started to feel the true nature of his punishment. He worked lower with each stroke, hurting me more as he got to my tender buttocks, but I remembered to thank him for each stroke, and never did more than moan – moan which, as he finished, spoke more of the welling orgasm which accompanied my writhing with each stroke of the crop. As he finished, I came, and clutched at Talia's near-naked closeness as I did so.


Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 01



'I know, my love,' she said, wiping away my unbidden tears. Gary had left us, striding out of the room, and Talia helped me dress before I made my painful way down to join the others for lunch.

Laura didn't seem to want to look at me as we had a drink before lunch, but when she learned I harboured no grudge, we all got along fine again, and she offered to rub some oil onto my sore back afterwards. I accepted gratefully, as sitting still was difficult. But for now, I still couldn't take my eyes off Talia, who was sitting opposite me at lunch, and the sight of her dark nipples protruding through the wide mesh of her top was mesmerising. She fixed me with her cats' eyes: 'Perhaps you would like me to sooth your back after lunch?' she said. I looked at Laura, because she had already offered, but my flatmate inclined her head and smiled knowingly, so I agreed.

When we left the table, Talia took me by the hand and led me back upstairs, her meesh-encased body lithe and irresistible as she preceded me.

For the second time today, she undressed me, but this time more slowly, running her long fingers over my whole body with a light and delicate touch that sent shivers through my very core. I sat on a narrow bed, and Talia sat beside me. I couldn't resist reaching out and cupping one of her breasts through the black mesh of her suit, and found it firmer even than my own eighteen-year-old ones, and when I pulled gently at the long, hardening nipple, she let out a little moan off pleasure. Thus encouraged, I bent down and took her nipples, one-by-one, between my teeth, biting and sucking, my tongue-stud doing its bit, and she began to squirm around, putting her arms around my neck, and trapping me with a long, mesh-clad leg, which she threw around my waist. She was breathing rapidly, and I thought she may be about to cum, but she used a supreme effort to push me away a little.

'Hey, I was supposed to be tending your stripes, remember?' she said.

'I know, but you're so beautiful,' I said.

'Do you think so?' She turned around and moved her hair out of the way, so that I could unzip her garment. Then we were both naked, and lay, without moving, in each others' arms for a while, just enjoying the sensation, before she reached into her bag, and found the oil she needed for my back. It was indeed soothing, and incredibly sexy, to have this gorgeous creature ministering to my wounds, and I didn't object when her fingers strayed down below the lowest welt on my buttocks, and into the crack of my arse.

'Have you had........I mean, have you been taken there?' I wanted to know.

'You mean have I been fucked in the arsehole?' said Talia, 'of course – lots of times.'

I felt like an innocent virgin, although I had been having sex for three years at least.

'What's it like?' I asked.

'Painful at first, wonderful when you get used to it,' she said.

She smeared more oil on her forefinger, and sought my anus, knowing that was what I wanted, and very slowly inserted her slim finger, her long nail scratching protesting tissue, as she went deeper, ever deeper, right up beyond my sphincter. Even the slenderness of her finger was causing me pain – God knows what a huge prick would do, I thought, but as she pushed away, and wiggled the finger, I gradually relaxed my muscles, and started to feel the pleasure of this new invasion of my body. She gently withdrew her finger, and I felt a new sensation as she started to work in two fingers together, and, to distract me, she was kissing me at the same time, probing my mouth deeply so that I could hardly breathe, her tongue showing her fascination with my stud.

After a few moments, when she felt my arsehole had had enough, she decided it was time to transfer her attention, and exclaimed, 'Why, Diana, you're absolutely wet through!'

She pushed me, almost roughly, back on the bed, and plunged head-first into my soaking pussy. Her snaking tongue went straight into my cunt-hole, lapping up the oozing juices she herself had created, and she diddled my clit with a long-nailed finger as she did so. I came again and again, never having known such ecstasy, and was screaming with sheer joy, when the door opened, and in walked Gary. Without a word, he grabbed Talia's long black hair, and pulled her off me, throwing her bodily to the floor.

'My turn, slut,' he said, and his zipper was down, a huge cock brandished like a weapon in his hand, before I had the chance to speak. 

He simply drove into me brutally, filling my cunt as it had never before been filled. I have always tried to give pleasure, as my friend Cindy and I had discussed, by contracting and relaxing my cunt-muscles in time with the rhythm, but his sheer size, and his brutal urgency, made this impossible. He just pounded into me, his balls slapping against my arse, growling like a wild animal, then shouted, 'Yes!' and came in a violent hot stream, right into the neck of my womb.

He pulled out, wiped his cock on the sheet, zipped himself up, and left.

'Wow,' I said, 'that was Gary, then.' 

Talia laughed. 'He gets like that, from time to time, but he's a nice guy, really.'

Laura and I went home and I slept like a log. It was work next day, and a new job needed all my concentration.

Laura and I were to work together, that was how I'd found the flat. We set off in her car, our pact made not to mention our weekend activities in the office, but I was in difficulties when I discovered that Gary also worked at the same firm, and so did Lou, so that I kept seeing them both in the corridors. To be fair, they both treated me quite civilly, and simply nodded an acknowledgement when I passed them on my way to and from one of the offices. Of Talia and Jack, I saw nothing, and when I asked Laura, she told me she had no idea where they worked.

On the Wednesday, I saw Laura having a chat with Gary in the corridor, and asked her in the car on the way home what they had been talking about.

'He wants me to do something for you,' she said, but wouldn't be pressed any further. 

After dinner, while we were watching television, she said, 'Come in to my room, Diana, will you?'

When I followed her in to her bedroom, and sat down on her bed, she went to her bedside table, and took out a tube of lubricant and a small box.

'Open your legs, darling,' she said to me, then, 'oh dear, still wearing panties!' 

Tut-tutting, she helped me peel off my black lace panties, saying she had given up wearing them since she had started seeing Lou, and that Gary would frown upon them. I had an idea what she was going to do, and obediently opened my legs as wide as I could, exposing my arsehole to her, so that she could smear a good quantity of lubricant around the puckered entrance. Then she took a small butt-plug from the box, and carefully pushed it, wiggling gently, as Talia had done with her finger, into my anus. I was almost faint with a heady mixture of pain and pleasure as the plug hit my sphincter, and I writhed and bucked so that she had difficulty in directing her push as I felt a great orgasm welling up on me.

'Oooh,' I cried, and Laura dived urgently back into the drawer and re-emerged with a lifelike rubber dildo, which she plunged hard into my cunt, so that I was now doubly impaled. I screamed as the mighty orgasm overtook me, and shook in Laura's arms. Later I had to apologise, as I had drawn blood on her upper arm with my fingernails as my climax hit. She left the butt-plug in place, buried deep in my rectum, saying, 'Try to keep it there for the night. If we want you to wear one all day, we'll have to get you one with a harness, but that's the only one I've got. Later, I'll get you a bigger one,'

'A bigger one, oh shit!' I said, already stretched, I thought, to the limit.

The next day I tried for the first time going to work without panties, and felt very self-conscious, in a flared skirt, even though it was of a decorous length – what if it were to ride up during a meeting? I had already eschewed the bra, except for platform types, which left my nipples free, and the only underwear I now wore was a flimsy garter belt which held up my black stockings. I always wore, of course, the highest heels I could walk in. I was starting to feel like a real pain-slut now, the memory of the plug still physically insistent in my anus. I thanked my lucky stars that my work that day kept me well occupied, but still felt that the other people in the office were seeing me naked every time I got up from my desk.

That night, Laura was as good as her word, and summoned me to her room to fit a larger butt-plug. I was terrified after the pain the first one had inflicted, but need not have worried. The new one she had bought was smoother, and more tapered, and, with the benefit of the lubricant, and her gentle hands, I felt it stretch me only slightly more than the first one. Again I climaxed as the plug passed my sphincter, and knew now just how much I should love to be fucked in the arsehole. When I told Laura so, she said that she too enjoyed it more than anything, and just talking about it had made her hot. She had me insert a small anal vibrator into her own dark channel, and when I switched it on, she thrashed about, in the throes of a mighty and immediate orgasm, biting my shoulder painfully as I held her.

We slept together that night, our bodies entwined in a knot, my arsehole filled with the new plug, my excitement only just below the surface, so that when I awoke in the early hours, I found that my fingers were lodged in the inner lips of my pussy, and I masturbated myself back to sleep. I never let go my hold on Laura's naked body all night, however, one leg between hers, and an arm around her slim shoulders. 

In the morning, she told me that she had arranged a party for that Friday night, at our flat.

In her car, on the short journey to the office, we talked about the party, and who had been invited: I asked if Talia would be there.

'You really have got a bit of a thing about her, haven't you?'

'What makes you think that?'

'Oh, come on, I wasn't born yesterday. I've seen the way you look at her, and she is beautiful.'

'I find her fascinating,' I admitted.

That night, Laura again invaded my arsehole with the plug, and this time replaced it with the vibe she had had me use on her the night before. I writhed and screamed, so that she was afraid I should attract the attention of neighbours, and she told me quite sternly to be quiet as I was in the throes of my climax.

Friday came around, and we had an early afternoon departure from the office – time to prepare the flat for the party. As we did so, I again asked my flatmate who we were expecting. She told me that she had asked all the people from last weekend, plus two couples from our own building – 'you've got to ask them,' she said, 'or they'll surely complain about the noise.' 

After we had got all the food and drink organised, the carpets rolled up out of the way

and furniture stacked in the passageway to make room for dancing, we went to our rooms to change.

I stripped off my work-clothes of skirt and blouse, and stepped out of my shoes, reflecting just for a moment on how little I wore these days, and wondering whatever I should do when winter came around. I clipped on a heavy gold waist-chain I thought would look nice if and when I was undressed at some stage during the evening, and put on a matching anklet, and tight, broad gold amulet on one upper arm. Long gold pendants, which brushed my shoulders, were my choice of ear-rings, and a broad gold collar completed my jewellery. None of the gold was real, I knew, but who cared?

I went to the wardrobe, and took out first a pair of exquisite shoes. They were needle-heeled, platform-soled, gold creations, with five-inch heels and wrap-around ankle-straps. I stepped into them, and took out my dress – the one I had chosen for just this evening. I slipped the smooth, thin silk over my head, and it whispered over my body, needing a wriggle to allow it to fall past the broadness of my hips. I struggled to fasten the hooks behind my neck, and then reached down to encase my legs in the pencil-slim skirt, by pulling down the long zipper. When I had done so, I looked in the mirror, turning this way and that. The image I saw was one of pure sexuality. My nipples were outlined, jutting against the thin silk, and, when I turned around, my back was completely naked, right down to the very start of the crack in my buttocks. The signs of last weekend's whipping, though fading, were still evident on my pale skin. I could hardly walk, in the tightness of the skirt, but this just heightened my excitement. I took infinite care with my hair and make-up, and then went to see how Laura was getting on.

First of all she took a look at me, and said, 'Wow, you really do look sensational, darling!'

Then I had time to look at her. She had chosen a short peach chiffon dress, with a stiff flared skirt, puffed out by petticoats, mid-thigh length. Its neckline was fantastic, plunging to her very navel, and a narrow gold chain across her ample cleavage demonstrated quite clearly that she was wearing nipple-clamps. Her shoes were very similar to mine, but with cords than wound right up to her knees.

'If we don't get ourselves fucked tonight,' I said, 'I shall start to wonder if we might have invited the wrong people.' She laughed.

At nine o'clock, Gary and Lou arrived, Lou parking his BMW outside, and no sooner had they got themselves a drink, than the first of our neighbours rang the bell.

'Hello, come in!' said Laura, and ushered in a very young couple I'd never seen before. She introduced them as Val and Mark, who lived above us. Mark was shortish and darkly handsome, wearing chinos and a black tee-shirt, whilst Val was petite and vivacious, and was dressed in a long Indian cotton skirt and a peasant blouse. They looked nervous and ill-at-ease, especially when they saw the way we were both dressed, but cheered up a bit when they started chatting with the two men, both of whom were dressed in a similar fashion to Mark.

Another clang of the doorbell announced our neighbours from the flat below, quite different-looking types. Trevor looked like a student, with an unruly mop of brown hair and spectacles, and wore blue jeans, which seemed to be his uniform, and Mandy wouldn't have looked out of place touting for business in Kings Cross. She was a bottle-blonde of about average height, with a heavy bust and long legs, which she displayed under a minute miniskirt. Above that she wore a tight tank-top, leaving her midriff bare. Her shoes were fairly dreadful clunky-heeled platform-jobs, and she wore far too much make-up. 'We're not the only ones looking for a fuck tonight,' whispered Laura, chuckling.

We had all been sat around talking for some time, nobody really interested in dancing, when the sound of another car told us that the other two had arrived. Jack came first, having left Talia to get the wine out of the car, and I couldn't help noticing – for the first time – that he was a very attractive man, with dashing blond good looks and a tan complexion. Talia followed, and all eyes were fixed on her as she came into the flat – she was, I guess, just that sort of person. She wore a white satin corset, cinching her tiny waist to next-to-nothing, the top of which was no more than a platform for her firm, dark-tipped breasts, which could be seen beneath a transparent white bolero jacket. Around her waist was a layered, flared semi-transparent white cotton miniskirt, which barely covered the tops of the white stockings that encased her long, slim, tanned legs. Elegant white heels completed her ensemble, apart from an array of matching white bead jewellery. Her hair was taken up in a French braid. I saw our neighbours' eyes follow her everywhere she went, and was flattered when the dancing started and Mark wanted to dance with me.

He might have looked suburban, but his cock was far from dormant, as we wriggled through a slow number, and he whispered in my ear, 'You're not wearing much under that dress, are you?'

'Nothing at all,' I confirmed, and his erection stiffened perceptibly. 

'I suppose we couldn't........?' he started

I didn't fancy him a bit, and tried to put him off gently, 'Perhaps another time.' I gave him the chance to find a seat without showing his tented trousers to all and sundry, then found Laura, who was deep in conversation with Jack.

'Come here, darling, will you,' she said.

I obeyed, and she put her slim arm around my shoulders.

'Jack tells me he wants you to go and spend the weekend with them. Would you like that?'

I didn't want to sound too eager, and disloyal to Laura, but there was nothing I wanted more at that moment, and I tried to contain my excitement.

'Yes, OK,' I said, 'shall I come tomorrow morning, after I've helped Laura clean up?'

'That would be great,' said Jack, in his unusually deep voice, 'but we'll collect you for lunch at one.' 

I was excited, but was still going to enjoy the rest of the party.

Gary seemed to have been waylaid by the voluptuous Mandy, and her husband, Trevor, was gazing myopically at Laura's cleavage, as both couples gyrated on our makeshift dancefloor. For my part, I had been claimed now by Lou, who was a good swap for the puny Mark, and his very masculine nearness, and slight smell of tobacco and aftershave was just what I needed. 

After half an hour, he said, 'I don't think I can take much more of this, Diana, do something for me, will you?' I knew exactly what that was, when he gently pulled me out on to the quiet balcony, which overlooked a bit of wasteland, and, before I knew it, his magnificent shaft was in my hand. I knelt in front of him, and caressed it lovingly, then put my lips to his crown, and let my tongue stud play softly over it, taking a few drops of pre-cum from the tip. He grunted with satisfaction as I took his length gradually into my mouth, deeper and deeper, finding his balls with both hands, and fondling them in a way I knew he would like. My tongue ran the long length off his rigid rod, and I took him way down into my throat, struggling not to gag, then sucked him hard, as he groaned, and bucked his hips in response. When I felt him close to coming, I rammed my forefinger unerringly up his arsehole, and he shouted, 'Arghh,' as he shot his load of hot spunk deep into my throat. I swallowed every drop, and licked him clean, before zipping him back up.

When we returned, Jack was dancing with the pretty little Val, and I almost felt a pang of jealousy, but the more so when I saw that her husband Mark was grappling with the lovely Talia, who, in her heels, was a full six inches taller than he. Laura disappeared, at some point, with Trevor, in the direction of her bedroom, and I was pretty sure that my own room was utilised by Mandy and Gary during the evening. The party broke up around three, and was voted a success, in that nobody called the police, threw up, or broke anything important.

We had no chance of a long lay-in next morning, Laura and I, but Mandy dropped in to help clean up, so everything was ship-shape by the time the doorbell went at a quarter–to-one. As I picked up my grip, Laura told me she had arranged to spend the night with Lou, and I wondered if she would find out about our blow-job the night before, or if she would mind.

When I got out to Jack's car, an elderly Audi, I saw that Talia was sitting in the passenger seat, dressed, as I was, in the warm weather, in a cotton print sundress. Her hair was still done up in last night's French braid.

We chatted about the party as we drove to their home, and Jack surprised me by telling me they had invited our neighbours Val and Mark to lunch the next day, Sunday.

'I think they might be soul-mates, at heart,' he said, without elaborating.




Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 01



When we arrived at their trim apartment, a cold lunch was already prepared – they had gone to a good deal of trouble – and we were able to sit down to it as soon as Jack had opened a bottle of Rioja.

'We are very lazy at weekends,' said Talia, when we had finished eating, 'and have a little siesta. Perhaps you'd like to join us?'

I agreed, and Talia showed me the bathroom, which adjoined their bedroom. I left my grip just inside the door and freshened up a bit, splashing water on my face. When I turned around, Talia was still there, watching me.

'I don't know about you,' she said, 'but I'm more comfortable in silk. Have you brought a nightie?'

I had, and we both pulled off our dresses, and slipped nightgowns over our heads. Talia's was short, scarcely covering her pussy, mine floor-length and clinging, the soft silk caressing my body like a lover.

She led me to their huge bed, where Jack was already installed, in just a pair of boxer-shorts, his bronzed, well-muscled body looking very good against their pale blue satin sheets.

'Come on,' said Talia, 'sleep now,' and pulled me down onto the bed between them, cradling me in her arms. I found I was still tired from the previous night's revelries, and dropped off into a dreamless sleep at once.

When I awoke, I didn't have a clue where I was, and Talia had to restrain me for a moment. 'Hey,' she said, 'hello, darling!'

Coming around quickly, I looked into her gorgeous eyes, and pulled her closer, finding her firm buttocks with one hand, and revelling in the press of her sharp nipples against my own breasts. Jack was snoring lightly behind me.

She whispered so as not to wake him, 'Jack is desperate to fuck you, you know, Diana.'

I didn't know, and said so.

She went on, 'But I want you as well, and perhaps even more urgently.' 

As she spoke, she became strangely diffident, and was tracing the marks of my whipping with her fingers. She carried on hesitantly, 'Last week, when you were....when you were, er.......' 

'When I was whipped?' I suggested.

She nodded.

'When you were whipped, I got envious, and knew then that I wanted you to do the same to me. Nobody else – you!'

I saw then that Jack was awake and listening to the conversation, and wondered what he thought of the idea, but soon got my answer when I saw the bulge in his boxers. The idea excited him beyond belief!

I had never even thought of whipping anyone in my life, and said so, but there was something about Talia's body that compelled me to do anything she wanted, and the hardness of her nipples was now matched by a wetness I felt when I probed with my hand through her neat, hairless crack. Her clit was as hard as her nipples, standing to attention under the secrecy of its hood, and her cunt was a drenched cavern I longed to get my tongue into. We kissed for a long time, then she said, 'Come on, it's time!' and stood up, helping me to do likewise. Jack sat up on the edge of the bed.

I told her to kneel on the floor, as I myself had been made to kneel just a short week ago, and asked Jack if he had a belt.

'I can do better than that,' he said, and, going over to the wardrobe, took out a thin, supple cane about a metre long, and gave it to me.

'But this will hurt terribly,' I said.

'Yes,' said Talia, 'I want you to hurt me, Diana.'

'Kneel up,' I instructed, as sternly as I could, and pulled her nightgown off over her head. Her incredible olive-skinned beauty was revealed, her firm breasts standing proudly out, as she put her hands behind her head.

I tested the cane, and felt its weight in my hand, then stood back and let fly with a stroke across her upper back. She remained completely, eerily, silent, her lips compressed in a line, as a red wheal appeared on her back. I took aim again and lashed her a little lower down, and this time the faintest gasp escaped her as another red mark showed on her back. I continued, and with each stroke, I got a little more response, both from Talia, and from Jack, who had moved around behind me, and was massaging my breasts through the thin silk of my nightgown as I whipped her.

By the time I reached the sixth blow, and had got down to the top of her buttocks, she was writhing, and I asked her if she had had enough.

'Oh no, Diana,' she gasped, 'one or two more please, I'm cumming!'

I lashed her fiercely twice more across the arse, and she screamed as her orgasm hit, writhing now on the floor.

Meantime, I dropped the cane, and Jack lifted me onto the bed, pulling my nightgown up and off in one movement.

'Diana,' he said, 'I've wanted you ever since I first saw you.'

I wanted him too, but suddenly knew where! Pushing him away, I turned over and grabbed a pillow, pulling it under my stomach. Then I opened my legs, and reached behind me with both hands, pulling my arse-cheeks apart as wide as I could. He couldn't fail to understand what I wanted, and now Talia, still whimpering a little, had joined him on the bed.

'Wait,' she said, and I heard the bedside drawer open. She was getting a tube of lubricant. I had been prepared to take my chance without it, but she knew it was foolhardy, and she now smeared some around my still-virgin anus. Jack then commenced to push, gently at first, at the portals of my arsehole, then, on a whim, suddenly thrust his cock straight into the hot, wet depths of my unsuspecting cunt, and growled deeply as he did so. He withdrew as quickly as he entered, and resumed pushing at my arsehole, more rapidly now, until I was moaning with the twin emotions of pain and pleasure as he passed my sphincter, and plunged fully in, to finally take my anal virginity. I felt an ecstasy, a terrible, coursing pain, as he pounded my arsehole with his big stiff shaft – but it was over too soon, and his stream of hot spunk invaded my bowel as we both came at once. I was only then aware that Talia had had her fingers deeply embedded in the innermost recesses of my cunthole all the while.

I knew I should never be the same person again after this experience. 



Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 02



We sat around before lunch that Sunday, Talia, Jack and myself, in their trim house, having a pleasant drink, awaiting the arrival of our - their- guests, my neighbours, Val and Mark, whom they had invited to lunch.

I was wearing the original 'little black dress,' but it was a silk one, very short, with a modestly high neckline. My nipples poked at the plain black silk in what I thought was an alluring way, and my unfettered breasts jiggled when I walked.

Talia had, deliberately, I was sure, chosen to wear a backless cotton print sundress with a halter neck, which showed the stripes from the caning she had had me give her the night before. I asked her if they were sore, and she looked at me with her almond eyes in a way she had I found difficulty in reading. Then she came and kissed me, lingeringly, letting my tongue dart into her mouth, so that she could savour the feel of my silver stud, while she let her hand drift lightly over my hardening nipples.

We broke off as the doorbell rang. It was Val and Mark, the latter in a cool pair of cream chinos and a striped shirt, and Val, clearly making an effort to compete in some way, wearing an almost transparent apricot organdie blouse, through which her sharp, almost adolescent-looking breasts were the very visible objects of her obvious self-consciousness. She crossed her arms across them as soon as she had been introduced, causing Talia to admonish her, 'Don't cover yourself up, darling,' she said, 'you're beautiful!' 

Val seemed as if she didn't know where to look, and I took in the rest of her. She had worn a miniskirt, but it was too tight for our tastes - my flatmate Laura and I had discussed this, and decided that short skirts had to be loose and allow access - we were in agreement with 'O' on this. She had done her best, though, and had done well with her shoes, I thought, wearing four inch stilettos, which enhanced her pretty legs.

We all sat down to drinks, and Talia must have been thinking along the same lines as myself, because she started talking about clothes, and complemented Val on her blouse, then asked her if she always went without a bra.

'No,' she said, 'but I've noticed that you do, and - well, I'd like to be like you, I think.'

'We don't wear any underwear,' I said, 'unless you count a garter belt sometimes.'

'Don't forget the corsets,' reminded Talia.

'There's that,' I conceded, and Val looked a bit puzzled. I continued, 'Some of us are into restraint, and like to wear tight corsets sometimes - things like that.' 

'But you don't wear panties?' asked Val.

'No.'

'With skirts that short?' She pointed to the dresses Talia and I wore, and I flipped back the hem of my dress just enough for her to glimpse my shaven mound.

'Wow,' she said, and Mark, who had been enjoying the conversation, was now breathing a little more rapidly. He was sitting next to me on the sofa, and I couldn't resist letting my hand rest gently against his thigh, as if by accident.

'I couldn't help noticing you shave,' said Val.

'We all do,' said Talia, as if she was talking about dozens of people, and not just three of us, 'it's much sexier.'

'I should like to shave as well,' said Val, 'would you like that, Mark?'

'Sure,' said her husband, currently more interested in brushing against my thigh.

'Come on then,' said Talia, 'Jack's the expert, let's go to the bathroom, shall we?'

She stood up, and led Val off out of the room and up the stairs, with Jack trailing behind, leaving Mark and myself on the sofa.

Mark pulled my face around to his and kissed me hard, and I opened my lips, letting him probe with his tongue, as a hand cupped my breasts through the silk of my dress. He was gasping with desire, and his hand went straight down from my tits to the hem of my skirt, whose flimsiness offered no resistance. His fingers were at my slit in seconds, parting my lips and thrusting into the moist depths of my cunt. I opened my legs in response to his probing, and, at the same time, felt for his erection, which must have been painfully constricted within his tight trousers. I unzipped him, and released what I saw was a magnificent weapon, quite out of proportion to his smallish stature. I couldn't resist taking him in my lips immediately, and had no sooner taken the precum from his tip, and allowed him to plunge his huge shaft deep into my throat, than he shuddered convulsively, and came, in huge, thick, hot spurts, which wracked his whole body.

When I had swallowed it all, licked him clean, and zipped him up again, he apologised to me for his indecent haste, but I told him I found it flattering, and said that no doubt we should make up for it some time soon. I meant it, as his cock was going to be worth waiting for.

The other three came back downstairs, laughing, and Val sat down next to her husband, whilst Talia and Jack headed for the kitchen. As they did so, Talia looked over her shoulder and said, 'Come and give us a hand, Diana, will you?' 

I joined them in their quite spacious kitchen, and said, 'Well, how did that go?'

'OK,' she replied, 'we both wanted to fuck her, I think,' Jack was nodding emphatically, 'but all she can talk about are my stripes. She's a real submissive, I think.'

'We should be able to oblige her,' I ventured.

'What about you, anyway?' asked Talia, 'shag him, did you?'

'How crude can you get?' I joked, 'no. He's a sharpshooter, if you know what I mean. But boy, what a cock!'

'Poor you,' said Talia, and Jack looked as if he only half understood the conversation.

'After lunch,' she went on, 'we might be able to introduce Val to some of the practices she would enjoy, eh?'

'Sounds good to me,' said Jack, who I knew had taken a fancy to the vivacious little brunette.

We had a cold lunch, consisting of several imaginative dishes Talia had prepared, and all sat around talking happily, but the conversation was never far away from sex, and Val and Mark were curious about the lifestyle our loose group enjoyed, particularly where the aspects of punishment and bondage came into it. We talked around the subject a lot, without actually being very specific, until I decided it was time to be a bit more direct.

'Val,' I said, 'you've shown a lot of interest in our lifestyle, and you've been shaved. Talia says you have looked at her marks. Let me ask you something. Would you like to be whipped?'

She looked at once startled and excited, and blurted out, 'Oh yes!'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes, I'm sure.'

'You know it hurts?'

'I suppose so.'

'It hurts a lot. And you still want to be whipped?' I needed to be sure it was what she wanted.

'Yes.'

Jack stood up and walked over to one wall, drawing back a blue curtain, which revealed a wooden St. Andrew's cross, set into the plasterwork, ringbolts in its extremities, carabiners dangling from them.

'See,' he said, ' we are well prepared.'

Talia now stood and extended a hand to Val, then led her upstairs, saying, 'Come on, I'll get you ready, darling.'

I busied myself clearing the table, and was helped by a jumpy Mark, whose nervousness I helped dispel with a lingering kiss.

Jack was rearranging sofas and chairs, and soon Talia preceded Val back into the room. She had stripped Val and dressed her in a long black transparent negligee, tied at the waist with a cord. She had leather bonds at her wrists and ankles, into each of which was let a metal ring, and she wore a leather collar.

'I think she should be gagged,' said Jack, 'it's Sunday.'

'I'm afraid so,' said Talia, 'the neighbours, you know.' She produced a strip of material, and, forcing the girl's tongue back, gagged her and tied it around the back of her head.

Then she stripped off the negligee, and we all admired her nakedness before she was spread-eagled against the cross, facing the wall, her wrists and ankles clipped to the rings. 

'Who's going to whip her?' asked Talia.

'Why not you?' I suggested.

In answer, Jack handed her a riding crop, and she walked up behind Val, asking, 'Are you sure you want this, Val?'

Unable to speak, Val nodded, and Talia ran a hand through her newly shaven slit. As if to confirm her desire, she was soaking, juices running down the insides of her thighs.

Needing no further invitation, Talia stepped back and the sound of the crop flying through the air was a soft 'whoosh' - then a stinging 'crack' as it fell on Val's unmarked, tender young skin. She writhed in agony as first one blow then another rained on her back, each one lower than the last, raising red welts in a pretty pattern. 

She screamed silently against the restraining gag, and bucked and heaved as pain and ecstasy mingled, and when Talia thrust a hand roughly into her open cunt, she knew beyond doubt that Val had had an almighty orgasm whilst being whipped.

She was taken down, with Jack's help. There were two sofas, and on the larger of the two, I was sat with Mark and now Talia, whilst Jack took the weak-kneed and sore-backed Val to the other to tend her wounds and comfort her.

Mark was enormously aroused by the sight of his wife being so cruelly whipped, and Talia could hardly wait to release his erection, now that I had told her about his cock. 

She had him in her hands - both hands - almost before she had sat down.

'My,' she said, 'what a big boy!'

He had already been playing with my pussy before she arrived, and I now pulled his head down, so that he could lick the length of my crack, whilst Talia took his prodigious length deep into her throat. He flicked at my clit with his tongue, and I felt an instant orgasm welling up, and abandoned myself to it, closing my eyes. When I surfaced, I saw that Jack was buried up to his balls in Val's sopping cunt, she kneeling on the floor, he behind her, as she growled animal growls again and again.

I knew then I needed a prick inside me, and now! Grabbing Mark by the hair, I said, 'Sorry, Talia, my turn,' and pulled him across to me. Talia, darling that she was, helped guide his mighty tool home, into my waiting fuckhole, where I gripped him and released him with my cunt-muscles in a way my mother never taught me, driving him into a complete frenzy, until he shot his hot load of creamy spunk right into the very centre of my soul.

I apologised again to Talia, but she said she had cum just watching Mark and me, and that was after she had had an orgasm whilst whipping Val.

I went back to my flat that Sunday evening with Val and Mark, and was surprised to find Laura had visitors. She was having a drink with our other neighbours, Mandy and Trevor. We had obviously quite a bit to tell each other.



Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 03



I had spent a wonderful weekend with Jack and Talia – Val had submitted to us during a day of passion – and I had come back home to my beloved Laura. She was talking to our neighbours Mandy and Trevor when I arrived, and quickly included me in the conversation, first asking about my weekend.

When I told them that Val and Mark had been our guests as well, it seemed to give Mandy an idea, 'Why don't you all come down to our place? We could lay on a bit of a party later this week. Now we all know each other better, it will be interesting, won't it? Ask Louis and Gary, of course, Laura.' She looked from one to the other of us conspiratorially, and said, 'We'll be off now – see you tomorrow, and you can let me know what you think, eh?'

When she had gone, I looked at Laura, and said, 'Well? You don't like her much, do you?' 

'And you?'

'Not a lot. But Gary fucked her at our party, and you seemed to get on with Trevor.'

Laura coloured up a bit. 'That's true, ' she said, 'let's see what the boys have to say, anyway – it might be fun, eh?' 

Next day was Monday, and I knew Laura would be seeing Gary and Louis at the office, so I waited until lunchtime, then asked her what they had said.

'They're all for it,' she said, 'but Gary wants a word with you this afternoon. Will you go up to his office?'

Gary was quite senior in the firm, and I was a bit worried by this, but didn't have any choice if he wanted to see me, so I went and knocked on his door in thee early afternoon.

'Come,' said his efficient voice.

I opened his door diffidently, and slid into his big office.

'Close the door, Diana,' he said, and regarded me coolly. I shut the door, and he came around and turned the turnbolt to lock it. 

'I understand you've been fucking around with Talia and Jack.' It was a statement, not a question.

'I....I didn't know I needed your permission,' I said, and it sounded sarcastic as soon as I'd said it.

He slapped me hard across the face. 

'We'll see about that, you little slut. When I've punished you, you can bring me this new slut, the little one – this evening, to my home – is that understood?'

'I don't know if she can.........' I started

'Just see to it,' he said, 'the punishment you are going to get now will be nothing compared to what you will get if I don't see her at nine thirty, after dinner. Now strip.'

I was trembling with fear and shame, but his dominant male presence was exciting me just the same, and I unfastened the waistband of my skirt, letting it fall about my feet. I only had to unbutton my silk blouse, slip it off my shoulders, and I stood naked on his carpet, in nothing more than a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals. He looked me up and down, and turned me about. 

'The marks of your last whipping have almost gone,' he remarked, 'kneel on the floor, hands behind your neck.'

I obeyed, and saw him go to the cupboard, and take out a narrow leather belt, one end of which he wrapped around his right hand. Without warning, he lashed me with it, across the small of my back. It stung terribly, and I bit down on my lip rather than cry out. He struck again, harder still, and lower down, and the pain was almost unbearable, mingling with an indescribable ecstasy, as I felt that I alone knew the true joy of pain and pleasure combined, that in some way I was dominating my torturer by my very acceptance of his punishment. When I screamed, he knew it was a scream of lust, of fulfilment, as a cataclysmic orgasm overtook me, and he threw down the belt, laid me face-down across his desk, and ploughed his erect cock into me, ramming it deep into my cunt in one great thrust, then cumming immediately in a huge eruption which heightened my domination of him.

He somehow knew that I had his measure, but maintained his position of stern insistence whilst I dressed, and said, as I left, 'Nine thirty, then.' I just nodded.

When I got home, I was glad to hear Val or Mark moving about upstairs, and went straight up to see if it was her. I was in luck. Mark was due to go to a meeting that evening, so Val was free.

'I've nothing to wear,' she said, predictably. I said I doubted that would be a problem, and something in my tone must have warned her what may be in store.

'Look,' she said, 'I know what I said about wanting to be....well, you know..' She was lost for words, but I told her not to worry. 

Laura and I later asked her down for a light dinner, and she toyed with her food, then I suggested she dressed simply in a sundress – it was a warm evening – whilst I slipped into a silk blouse and pleated miniskirt I knew Gary liked.

I borrowed Laura's car, and we were soon outside Gary and Louis' home, Val shaking like a leaf. I led her up the path and rang the bell, and the door was instantly answered by Gary himself. He showed us into a room off the passageway I had never been in before, and said, 'Get the new slave ready, Diana, please. Everything she is to wear is on the bed. When she is ready, bring her to the lounge – you know where that is.'

I looked about me. We were in a small spare bedroom, sparsely furnished with a single bed and a couple of chairs. On the bed were laid out a variety of things, which Val was regarding with horror.

'It's probably not too late to run away,' I told her, but she shook her head, and unfastened her dress behind her neck, letting it slide over her hips to the floor. When she stood in just her heels, I could see that thee livid marks of yesterday's whipping were still fresh, mainly on her back, where the crop had been concentrated. I ran a finger along one welt and she winced.

'Hurt much?' I asked.

'Yes,' she confirmed, but took hold of my fingers and kissed them, looking at me from under lowered eyelids, 'but it did something to me, you know.'

'I know,' I said, and helped her take off her shoes.

On the bed was a black corset, which I held up to her and tried for fit. It was perfect.

'How the......?

'How did he know your size?' I supplied, 'God knows, 'but it does seem to fit, eh?'

She buttoned the cruel whale-boned garment up the front, then I stepped around behind her and told her to breathe in while I tugged at the lacing and constricted her fiercely within the confines of the harsh corset. When I had done, her waist, already tiny, was reduced even more, and her breasts seem to burst out on the platform of the top of the corset, which thrust them upwards, leaving her hard little nipples bare. I knew that the ultra-tight lacing exacerbated the pain from her wounds, but her largely unmarked buttocks were left uncovered, pushed outwards by the tightness around her waist.

I had to help attach the seamed black stockings to the garter straps off the corset, and then it was a question of finishing touches. There were four more items left. One was a pair of nipple clamps, a delicate silver pair, connected by a thin chain, and Val looked at them apprehensively.

'Never had these used on you before?'

'No,' she said, 'don't hurt me.'

I smiled and tweaked a nipple between thumb and forefinger, making her cry out sharply, then quickly put on one of the clamps, tightening it down hard. She gasped with the pain, and let out a half-scream when I repeated the dose on the other nipple, connecting the two.

'You'll get used to them,' I said, and picked up another item from the bed. It was a pair shackles for her ankles, connected by a short, heavy chain. I knelt in front of her and clipped them in place. There remained a pair of handcuffs, which I quickly clipped on to her slender wrists. She was, by now, trembling with fear, so, as I put the last item, a collar, around her lovely neck, I kissed her as gently as I could, and took up the attached leash, leading her out into the passageway, and to the lounge.

When I led her into the lounge, Gary was stood by a table, now dressed in a silk robe, in the waistband of which was tucked a leather whip. Val's eyes went straight to it, and widened.

'Ha,' he said, 'so my new slave likes to be whipped, eh?'

'No, no,' she said, 'I'm frightened.'

'Look at this,' he said, and pulled me roughly over to the table, bending me over it, and lifting my short skirt, so that Val could see the bright red marks of that afternoon's punishment I had so recently enjoyed. I felt my juices surge again at the memory of it, and, shamefully, at the thought of watching him inflict the same on my friend.

He now signalled to me to pull her down over the table by the leash, and, when I did so, her naked buttocks were exposed between the corset and the stocking-tops. He pulled the whip from his waistband, grinning to me, and saying, 'This is new – let's see if it works.'

He stood back and flicked it experimentally at her behind, and the thin leather strand just played across her white cheeks. She flinched just slightly.

'Hmmm,' he said, 'seems about right,' and, stepping back a little further, flicked much harder, lashing her hard across one cheek, raising an angry wheal.

'Oooh,' she moaned, and he moved in and felt her crack.

'Oh my,' he said, 'she's soaking wet. I think she likes this.'

'No,' she said, 'I can't take it.'

'Yes, you can,' he said, and whipped her hard across the other cheek, now drawing tiny droplets of blood along the track of the red welt he had raised.

She screamed with agony, and writhed about on the table. I was also finding myself getting excited beyond belief, and my hand was in my pussy-lips as he struck again, lower down, almost at the crease at the bottom of her buttocks. She shrieked again, and this time, Gary knew that she could take no more – that the agony and the ecstasy were coming to their inevitable climax in her young body.

He simply opened his robe, revealing a massive erection, and plunged it deep into Val's sopping cunt, right to the neck of her womb.

'Fuck me well, now, you fucking bastard,' she shouted, and somehow, by power of will I had never suspected in her, made him hold off until she had made good her screaming climax, before she would allow him his turn to cum.

'I've just been dominated,' he said, ruefully, and I turned around to see that Louis had slipped quietly into the room, and had watched the last few minutes' proceedings. He was now seriously regarding me as I stood there with one hand under my skirt, the other supporting me on the edge of the table.

'I don't think you need to do that yourself,' he said, smilingly. Quite gently, he pulled me to the large sofa, and dragged me down with him, locking his mouth onto mine. I let my tongue-stud arouse him more, if that were possible, than he already was, and his hungry hands were travelling up under my thin silk blouse, crushing my breasts, kneading them, as I tugged at his belt, and fought to get into his slacks. He was wearing no underwear, and his huge prick sprung out like a wild animal when I got his fly unzipped. I let my hand play along its prodigious length, then, never taking my eyes from his, licked the precum from his tip, grazing the engorged crown deliberately with my silver stud. He moaned, and shoved his hand hard into my cunt, which made me gasp. But then, he picked me up bodily and threw me over on to my stomach, parting my legs brutally with his knees.

'I want your arsehole, slut,' he said.

'Oh yes,' I heard myself saying, 'take me there, Louis, please.' And I reached behind me and parted my cheeks with both hands, helping him to find his way into my near-virgin hole. I had only been taken there the once, by Jack, who was much smaller and less brutal than Louis, and knew this was going to hurt, but wasn't prepared for the awful pain as he tore into my tender anus, ripping past my sphincter in a sheer blend of agony and ecstasy I could never have described. I thought I should pass out as he drove his entire length right into my secret depths, grunting with his own pain at my tightness, his hands cupping my tits as he started to drive in and out, his inward stroke reaching to the limits of my bowel. 

I shouted foul obscenities at him, which only excited him more, and he suddenly tensed, stiffened, and I almost thought he had had a heart attack as he convulsed when he shot his hot load deep within me.

'Oh God,' we said, simultaneously, as he withdrew, and both laughed. He held me tightly for a while.

Next day, I was surprisingly fresh, and Laura remarked at lunchtime that I looked very bright and breezy. 

'My arse hurts like hell, though,' I said, ' I feel like I shat a melon!'

'You're so fucking crude sometimes,' she said, 'anyway, I think it's a myth that men like tight little arseholes. Show them a great gaping cavern, and they go wild.'

'You should know,' I said, being catty, and she threw her empty can at me. 

On the way back to the office, we discussed our forthcoming party, and Laura opined that Mandy would go down well with the men. 'Gary said she's "all pierced up" whatever that means, and Louis can't wait to have a look for himself. Perhaps we can get her to do a strip?'

'I don't know,' I said, 'but what about Trevor? He doesn't seem very sophisticated or anything.'

'Trevor?' she said, 'you'd be surprised, darling. He's a stayer, that one, I can tell you.'

Wednesday evening came around, and we had prepared Mandy's flat for the party, with Val's help too, long before anyone was due, so that we could give due consideration to our respective wardrobes, something which we all regarded as of utmost importance.

We helped each other choose our outfits for the evenings, and Mandy was at first an amused onlooker as we did so, showing astonishment when none of us wore underclothes of any description. We all went up to Val's and were unanimous in selecting from her limited choice a new dress she had bought, a sheer, clinging, cream net creation with a pattern woven into it that tantalisingly covered her nipples and pussy, but revealed much more than it concealed. With a pair of gold stilettos and a gold chain around her waist she looked stunning. Laura chose for herself a 'harem-suit' consisting of long sleeved top and baggy trousers, in completely transparent peach cotton. She had rouged her nipples, so that they could be seen at all times, and it would be hard for anyone talking to her to take their eyes off them. If she chose to open her legs upon sitting down, she could display her pussy for all to see. For my part, I apologised to all and sundry and again wore my white silk gown – the one I wore to the previous party – in truth it was the only one I possessed. It was completely backless, so that it showed of my red welts – of which I was very proud – and I loved the restraint I felt when I was zipped into the skirt and wore my highest heels. My breasts jiggled against the thin silk as I minced down the stairs to Mandy's flat.

At first, we had to dissuade her from wearing panties. 'You'd be on your own,' Laura pointed out, and when she slipped out of the ones she had been wearing, we saw that she had, indeed, been pierced, as well as tattooed. She sported a heavy silver ring in her clitoris-hood, and two more in her outer labia, as well as a long pendant in her navel. An elaborate tattoo featuring a floral pattern adorned her mons, which was clean-shaven. We all approved. When she took off her bra, and her breasts, which were on the large side, were free, we also saw that she had a dull metal ring hanging from her left nipple.

'What do you think, then?' she said, looking from one to the other of us, slightly challengingly.

I was the first to speak, 'I think you're lovely, Mandy,' I said, and I'm sure we're all envious of your.........your decorations.'

The others murmured their agreement, and we tried to find something for Mandy to wear. There was nothing remotely suitable in her wardrobe, but I exclaimed, when I poked my nose into her lingerie drawer, 'Look, this should do the trick,' and swept out a long, sheer black nylon nightgown.

'I've just the things for you to wear under that,' said Laura, to a doubtful-looking Mandy, and skipped out of the door. When she came back, a few moments later, she was holding a pair off black lace, open-crotch panties, and a black silk platform bra.

'You out-tit me by miles,' she said, 'but that shouldn't matter – this just pushes them up a bit!' 

Mandy wriggled into the panties and we made the bra fit her, then she shook the diaphanous gown down around her curvaceous body. She had the same pair of real 'fuck-me' shoes she had worn to our party, and we couldn't have improved on them. She was a voyeur's dream.

Gary and Louis soon showed up, and were already supplied with drinks when Jack and Talia appeared. Talia was wearing the same black fishnet bodysuit I had first seen her in, and was again naked under it – she had had to wear a cape to make the short journey from where they had parked the car – but we all immediately noticed an innovation. She wore a heavy silver chain around her waist, and to it was attached a much more delicate one, looping down between her legs, and disappearing into the mesh of her catsuit. When she kissed me in greeting, I reached down and gave it a little tug.

Her eyes widened, 'Oooh,' she said, 'careful, I only had it done the day before yesterday.'

'Did it hurt?' I asked. 

'Yes, a little,' she replied, 'but I came there and then! I'll show you later, if you ask me nicely.' Her hand lingered on my nipples, which she always liked, and she kissed me again, then we went to get a drink. As she her hand left my nipple, I saw that she had added a further exotic detail. The long nail of her forefinger she had had perforated, and a silver ring inserted, from which hung a thin silver chain about three centimetres long, with a small stone at its end. It must have been inconvenient, and I mentioned it to her.

'Yes, but I think it's sexy, don't you?' she said, so that was an end of it.

It was a relaxed evening, at first. All of us knew one another, but Mandy seemed on edge, and not just because we were in her flat. We all danced to a variety of music, the men having difficulty hiding their excitement at the girls' exotic costumes, even though they were, by now, familiar with the scene. 

When we stopped dancing for a snack, I asked Mandy what was troubling her.

'I feel kind of an outsider,' she said, 'you've helped me dress like you, and I seem to turn the guys on OK, but you all seem to share something I can't. I know you're all into BDSM and that, and Trevor asked me to be his slave – but I just told him not to be stupid, he couldn't dominate the cat!'

I smiled and looked at her husband, who was sat on the sofa with Laura. He had his arm around her shoulder and was toying with a pert, rouged nipple through the transparent material of her top. Her hand was on his thigh, and creeping towards a growing erection, readily apparent under his slacks.

'Maybe not,' I said, 'but he's not exactly undersexed, is he?'

'No, ' she agreed, 'he's far from that. But he'd never punish me, and I think that's what I really want.'

'Are you sure that's what you want, though, Mandy? You're not just saying that because all of us are submissives?'

'No, darling,' she said, 'I've thought long and hard. The mere sight of your stripes turns me on, and the thought of being whipped makes me cum just imagining it. Do you think Gary, or Louis.............?' She left the sentence in the air, and kissed me on the cheek in an embarrassed way, before going to fill her glass.

I went and had a quiet word with Louis, whom I thought was the likeliest candidate, then sought out Mark, who pressed me to him as we danced, kneading my buttocks through the silky tightness of my dress. When I glanced over his shoulder, Mandy was dancing with Louis, stood a little apart from him, gyrating slowly, her hands sliding up and down the lissome curves of her body, first cupping her ample breasts through the black translucent gown, then running down to her panties, tightening the gown around them, so that the opening in the crotch was clear to see. The ring in her clitoris-hood glittered briefly. Other couples now stopped dancing to watch her, spellbound, and Louis also stopped and let her continue dancing alone. 




Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 03



She slowly, infinitely slowly, pulled the hem of the gown up until it reached her panties, then hooked her thumbs into their waistband, and eased the flimsy garment down and off, letting the gown fall back into place. Then she suddenly dropped onto her knees, spreading them apart, and again slowly lifted the hem of her gown, until it was around her waist. Grabbing a cushion from the sofa, she put it under her head, then, pulling her gown roughly up to her waist, she reached behind her and parted her lovely round arse-cheeks with both hands, as widely as she could, thus opening her dark and obviously well-used arsehole for all to see. Her eyes took in the whole of the room, as if to make sure they were all looking – nobody could take their eyes off the spectacle!

But her husband now bent down and whispered something to her and she nodded, then her got up and took Louis to one side. Louis held out his hand to Mandy, she took it, and was helped to her feet.

'Where?' demanded Louis.

'Right here,' she replied, firmly, and Louis started to take off his belt, but she stopped him, putting a hand on his.

'No,' she said, 'I want to be whipped properly.'

Louis turned to Laura, 'What have you got upstairs?' he asked.

For an answer, she slipped out of the door, and returned, minutes later, with a carpet-bag, which she set down on the floor in front of Mandy. 'Take your pick,' she said.

Mandy chose a riding crop – one I knew well - and Louis took it from her, then told her to kneel in the middle of the floor, holding her long hair up above her shapely neck.

Her mouth was slightly open as she did so, her breath coming in shorter gasps than was normal, and I longed to check her pussy – I was sure she was dripping. Louis must have been reading my mind, because he said, 'Let's just see if you really want this, shall we?' and, crouching beside her, pushed his hand brusquely between her legs.

'Wet through,' he said, 'the slut's soaking.'

Then he stood back up, swished the crop through the air a couple of times, then brought it down hard across her white and tender back. She cried out as she felt the stinging lash, and Louis said, 'You only wanted this because it hurts, you slut, so don't let me hear you make a noise.'

Then he lashed her again, lower down this time, and a red welt appeared along the line of his stroke. She moaned quietly, and was choking back sobs by the time he had struck her four of five times.

'Can you take more?' he asked, and, as she nodded, and he turned his attention to her round arse-cheeks, I felt Trevor's breath on my neck, and his erection pressing into my own near-naked buttocks. His hands were cupping my tits through the loose thin silk of my dress, kneading my engorged nipples. I glanced around, and saw that Laura was sitting beside Mark on the sofa, his leaping cock in her hand, whilst Jack and Val were watching the whipping intently, his hand massaging her pussy for all he was worth. Of Gary and Talia there was no sign at all.

Trevor breathed in my ear, 'Diana, I want you, can we go and do it, like now?'

'OK,' I agreed, and taking him by the hand, led him to what I knew to be Mandy's spare bedroom, When we got through the door, the first thing we saw was that one of the pair of single beds was occupied by the naked forms of Talia and Gary, in a perfect '69' position, her legs spread wide, so that we could see the thin chain which snaked along beside her pussy, connecting her clitoris-hood with the silver chain around her waist. Gary's huge cock was deep into her throat. We stopped at the doorway, and were about to creep out again, when Gary, sensing our presence, despite his occupation with Talia, looked up, and said, 'Come in, you two, join the party!'

Trevor nodded, and sidling in, pulled me into the room, going straight for the zipper which encased me tightly into my skirt. In a trice he had me standing in just my stilettos, and I fell on him, tugging at his waistband. There was something very appealing about Trevor, with his owlish, student-type looks, but his erection was what I was after, and I gasped at his sheer length when I released it from his fly. He had a long, thin, circumcised tool – and I do mean long. Nowhere near as thick as Gary, who was currently plunging his weapon into my lovely friend Talia's wet cunt, he more than made up for it by sheer length, and I cradled it in both hands, then gently took the crown in my mouth, letting my tongue-stud play over it in a way I knew would drive him wild.

I was right. 'Diana,' he said, 'I have wanted you to do that to me since I first met you. But more than anything, I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you until you can't take any more.'

Showing a side of his character nobody could have suspected, he threw me down on to the bed, and plunged his huge, rampant length without warning straight into my moist cunt-hole, right to the neck of my womb. Although it was thin, the sheer length of it was hard to cope with at first, but I gripped him with my agile cunt-muscles, and gave him the added pleasure I knew he wanted as he drove in and out, slapping his balls against my arse as he reached the end of each mighty thrust. I moaned with the sheer joy of his fucking, but he was far from done, and, without leaving me, turned me over athletically, and kneeling behind me, shafted me whilst cupping and kneading my tits, a position I love. He took a hand off my breasts, and used it now to massage my clit, and an instant orgasm welled up within me. I came in a huge wave, shouting his name as I did so, and was dimly aware that Talia and Gary had now finished, and that Talia was kissing my lips, seeking my tongue-stud with her own snaking tongue, as Trevor continued his marathon pumping.

Now he turned me over again, and withdrew, to my disappointment. But just when I thought he was about to cum, he sought a new home for his prick, and such was his hardness and staying-power, that my still-tight arsehole presented no obstacle to him, even without lubrication. It hurt a lot as he forced his entry into the puckered hole of my anus, but I relaxed as his long thin member passed my sphincter, and he slowly started to drive in and out once more, knowing he couldn't take me too quickly. Pain and pleasure now merged, and Talia, turned around on the bed, letting me lick her dripping, so-recently fucked pussy, dwelling on her newly-placed, still-sore ring. She tasted wonderful, and having a dick in my arsehole was as much as I could ask. I came again, and could tell that Trevor was, at last, nearing his inevitable climax. Reaching around behind him, I rammed my long-nailed forefinger up his arsehole, and he cried out, stiffened, and fired his load of hot, creamy spunk, straight up into my bowels.

Gary, who, totally spent, had been sitting in an armchair watching the proceedings, said, 'I must be getting old, I think!'

We all went back in to the lounge, and the party started to wind down. After all, tomorrow was a working day.



Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 04



Life in our apartment went on as normal, if that were possible, for a week or two after the party at Mandy's. Laura and I spent the following weekend with Gary and Louis, during which Gary persuaded me to have a ring put in my clitoris-hood. He called Talia, who took me to her tattoo-shop the following evening to have it done. In truth, it hurt quite a lot, but having Talia there with me was a comfort, and the process gave me a strange surge of excitement, even though I knew I should have to eschew any sexual activity for a few days, at least, until the soreness subsided.

When we were having dinner one evening, I said to Laura, 'Can we talk?'

'Of course, darling,' she said, a sliver of pizza poised halfway to her mouth.

'Look,' I said, 'this is a bit difficult, but there's something I need to talk about, and you're the only real friend I've got.'

She smiled, and said, 'Name it.'

'You know I'm a submissive, and.......'

'And,' she interrupted, 'you need to be dominated. Darling, do you think I haven't thought about it? I know you by now, almost better than you know yourself. I love having you here, but all good things must come to an end, and we must find you a Master. I shall talk to Louis - he knows a lot of people.'

We left it at that, and I heard Laura having a long telephone conversation later on that evening.

Next day, in the office, my intercom buzzed, and it was Louis, summoning me to his palatial office.

'Come in, Diana, and take a seat,' he said, from behind his huge desk. He regarded me quietly for a few moments, and then said, 'I shall be sorry to lose you.'

'But...but....,' I started.

He put a hand up to silence me, and smiled.

'I know, I know, but you are not leaving the firm. Laura has spoken to me, and I have made an arrangement for you I trust you will like. This afternoon, you will be sent for.'

'Sent for!' It sounded chilling. I hardly knew what to expect, and ate my lunchtime sandwich in a state of nervous excitement. Neither could Laura enlighten me - or maybe she didn't want to - as to what was to happen to me.

About three-thirty my buzzer sounded, and a voice told me to put my coat on and report to Reception. I did so.

I was met by a liveried chauffeur, who showed me out to a large black Lexus with smoked rear windows, and opened the rear door for me in silence. He closed the intersecting window, precluding conversation, and I was driven for not more than ten minutes, to somewhere in the City, I guessed. We drew up outside a large glass-clad edifice, and the door was opened for me. I got out, and walked in through electronic doors, and straight into a lift, up to the twelfth floor. I was in a state of nervous tension when I was shown into an office bigger than that of Louis, and infinitely better appointed. Expecting a man to greet me, I was more than a little surprised when the most elegant lady I had ever seen stepped out of a closet in front of me. She was tall, about 1.75 metres, and slender, and had platinum blonde hair swept up in a French knot, accentuating her classical, high-cheek-boned features. She wore a plum-coloured business-suit with a pencil-slim skirt, and a simple white silk blouse. Her slim nylon-clad legs were supported on elegant heels. Diamonds glittered unostentatiously - but unmistakeably - from several fingers, her ear-lobes, and a pendant at her swan-like neck.

'So you are Diana,' she said, sitting down behind an enormous desk, and regarding me coolly for perhaps half a minute without saying anything further, while I shuffled nervously from one foot to the other. Her steel-grey eyes bored into me like gimlets, and then she continued, 'I am Helen Barrington, owner and managing director of the company. Louis is my branch manager, and has sent you here - that is all you need to know about me, I think. I can see you were surprised to find yourself faced by a woman - I know why you are here.' She almost smiled as she said this, but paused again, to let her last remark sink in. I was, indeed, taken aback, and couldn't imagine being dominated by a woman, but this was about to change, dramatically.

Suddenly standing up behind the desk, she said harshly, 'Undress!'

I was shocked by her sudden change of attitude, and fumbled as I struggled to rid myself of my jacket, then even more as I fiddled with the buttons of my silk blouse. I felt more embarrassed than I would have thought possible as I bared my breasts in front of the watching woman, but she tapped her desk impatiently as I was again all thumbs trying to release the waistband of my tailored, pleated skirt. I was of course wearing no panties, something I was by now well used to, but, as the weather had now grown cooler, I had taken to wearing stockings and a satin suspender-belt. My naked, hairless, pussy was, however, completely exposed, when I dropped my skirt, and I was left standing in my stilettos, black stockings and garter-belt. I had never felt more vulnerable in my life.

She regarded me critically, sitting back down as she did so.

'Turn around!' she ordered, and I obeyed.

'Bend over!' she said - again I did as she instructed, wondering if she was about to strike me, but she said, 'Stand up, and get dressed.'

Her unblinking grey eyes were still on me as I did as she told me, and I was more nervous than ever. 

As I finished buttoning my blouse, she came around her desk, and motioned me to sit in a leather armchair, then sat down herself in its twin, facing me, her eyes still unnervingly on mine. 

'I make you nervous,' she said. It was a statement, not a question.

'Yes,' I agreed.

'Why?' she asked.

'I don't know,' I confessed, 'but I'm scared of you, I think.'

'Then we have the basis of the kind of relationship I have in mind,' she said.

I was less sure. I could envisage myself being enslaved by a dominant man - in fact, it was what I had been dreaming off, but a woman? Then again, this was no ordinary woman - her eyes, her very presence, had an effect upon me I couldn't begin to understand.

'When were you last whipped?' she suddenly asked.

'Oh, two weeks ago,' I replied, hardly able to remember when Gary had beaten me with his belt.

'Yes, ' she mused, almost to herself, 'you are virtually unmarked.'

She continued to regard me silently, which I found terribly unnerving - it was all I could do to sit still, and I dropped my eyes from hers.

As if that were a signal, she spoke again, 'You are not, I have to say, apparently very well prepared. I will not, at this point, go into specifics. I simply say to you that I have need of the services of a beautiful young woman like yourself, twenty-four hours a day. Should you decide to come to me, your life will be mine, to do as I wish with. You will live by my rules, many of which will seem harsh, even cruel. Go now - I want your answer tomorrow at this time.'

I was bursting to ask questions about where I should live, what work I should do, after all - 24 hours a day! But Helen Barrington, stood abruptly, extended a hand to me so that I was practically obliged to follow suit, shook hands with me formally, turned on her elegant heel, and left, to be replaced immediately by the chauffeur who had brought me there. He ushered me back into the lift, and I thus made my way back to my office, my mind doing somersaults.

I could hardly wait to get home and talk with Laura, but, in the event, she wasn't a lot of help, merely telling me to follow my own impulses, which, I suppose, was what I was going to do. I went to bed that night with Helen Barrington's grey eyes boring into my skull, and found that I was masturbating myself to sleep, day-dreaming of stroking those wondrous long, slim legs as she looked disdainfully down on me. I awoke next morning knowing what my answer had to be.

I had difficulty working that morning, so excited was I about the prospect of being in the company of Helen Barrington once more. After snatching a bite of lunch, I asked the receptionist to get me Ms Barrington's office on the telephone, and she gulped, and said, 'Are you sure, Diana?'

When I was put through, her crisp voice simply said, 'Yes?'

'It's Diana,' I said, 'from yesterday. The answer is yes, please.'

'Good,' she said, 'you'll be sent for.' The phone went dead, and I was left staring at the silent instrument, wondering what I had done.

Half an hour later, my buzzer went, and I was summoned to reception, where the same silent chauffeur waited for me. Fifteen minutes later I was stood in front of Ms Barrington's huge desk, while she conducted a business call, in a language I was unfamiliar with, but sounded like Japanese. As I stood there, she crossed her long legs, clad today in shiny nylons, as she reclined in her luxurious chair, and I found myself unable to take my eyes off her shapely form as her skirt rode up and she smoothed it back down with her long, long fingers. I knew now, beyond doubt, that my decision was the only one for me. Louis knew me, and had known what I needed.

Her conversation ended, she turned her attention to me, and pushed a sheet of paper across the desk to me.

'Sign this,' she said, 'it's an agreement that you will be with me for a week, after which you have an option to leave - or I to ask you to.' She smiled briefly, passed me a Mont Blanc pen, and I signed, without reading.

She sat back down, and regarded me, as was her way, I was beginning to find out. I was not invited to sit down, so remained standing, a little awkwardly.

'Diana,' she began, 'you have signed to pass at least week with me - hopefully much more - and I can only tell you that it will be like nothing you have ever known before. You will experience a great deal of pain, and, I think, much pleasure. I set much store by ritual, and expect you to follow my rules. You will both live and work with me, but your work will not be exacting - just answering the phone for me, and filing. At home, you will have no housework, cleaning or cooking to do, as you will have a personal maid. Your rules are set down on the sheet of paper I have had typed up for you - here you are.' With that she handed me a typewritten sheet, and buzzed her intercom.

Within seconds, a pretty little Asian girl wearing a tight black mini-dress came and escorted me to a small office next door down the corridor, comfortably but simply furnished. I sat at the desk to read my 'rules.' I was horrified by some of them, at first, though others were already second nature. The sheet read:-

DIANA - HOUSE RULES

1.You will keep your body clean and free of all body hair at all times.

2.You will maintain physical fitness, and work out in my personal gymnasium daily.

3.You will wear no panties at any time, neither will you wear trousers.

4.You will address your Mistress as 'Mistress' except when other people are present, when 'Helen' is appropriate.

5.You will not sit down in the presence of your Mistress unless told to do so.

6.You will not look your Mistress directly in the eye.

7.In the home, you will always wear one of the gowns which will be provided - nothing else.

8.You will be provided with a collar, which you must wear at all times.

9.You will be provided with ankle- and wrist-cuffs, which you must always wear in the home. When your Mistress is at home, your ankles will always be shackled.

10.Your maid will assist you, dress you and do your hair and make-up, but she will not enter into any conversation with you regarding your life in general

I sat, and read it all again, and again, and then the door opened, and thee Asian girl entered, 'Ms Barrington wants you!'

I followed her into the huge office, and she left me facing the desk, and withdrew quietly.

'Well,' said Helen.

I cast my eyes down obediently enough, I thought, 'It didn't say anything about....about punishment, Mistress.'

'I know it didn't,' she said, 'we can't go putting everything in print, can we?' 

She got up and came around the desk and I felt her tall, perfumed presence, then she slowly lifted my skirt, raking my thighs lightly with her nails. 

'Bend down, over the desk, dear,' she said, and I saw her stilettos as she moved around beside me, then she pulled my skirt right up over my waist, and I saw her out of the corner of my eye, picking up a long office ruler. 

Without preliminaries, she lashed it hard down across my naked buttocks, causing me to writhe and scream.

'Quiet,' she said sternly, 'another sound and you'll get twenty instead of ten.'

'Oh,' I moaned, and, by the time the vicious ruler had landed six times, I was sobbing quietly, squirming, and bucking as the warmth in my arse was now being matched by a new heat that was starting to build deep within my cunt. 

Helen paused to finger my slit, and, withdrawing her sticky fingers, held them to her nose and smelt my juices, then put them into my own mouth or me to lick clean.

'You're a dirty bitch, aren't you, Diana?' she said

'Yes....yes, Mistress,' I remembered to say.

She struck me four more times, and, when she was satisfied, told me to go and tidy myself up in her en-suite bathroom.

When I came back, she was sat at her desk again.

'There,' she said, 'that didn't count as a whipping, but I shall whip you, or have you whipped, every other day, more-or-less, for the time being, I think. Now you must go home. I will send for Donald.'

I protested that I should need to collect my things from my flat, but she waved away any protests I could make, and told me everything I could possibly need was at her home.

The chauffeur, Donald, whisked me off in the Lexus to an isolated mansion off Hampstead Heath, and as we drew up on a gravel drive, a girl in a maid's uniform trotted out to open my door.

'Hello, I'm Astrid,' said the pretty pony-tailed blonde, in a short black skirt, black stockings and black stilettos, 'you must be Diana. I am your maid.'

She showed me upstairs in a quite palatial house, to a high-ceilinged room, with a four-poster bed, from the roof of which, ominously enough, I noticed there hung a steel chain with a snap-link at its end. Otherwise the room seemed normal enough, with many wardrobes, all with mirrored doors, and an en-suite bathroom equipped with all kinds of toiletries and perfumes. 

Astrid pointed to one big wardrobe, and said, 'There are all the gowns you must wear in the house. On the bed are your collar and the cuffs you must wear in the house. I will help you with your collar.' She had a trace of an accent.

I sat on the bed and she got out the collar, which was beautiful, studded with diamonds, and made of silver. It fitted quite snugly around my neck, and had a small ring at the front, to which I assumed my Mistress could attach a leash if she wished.

'I will leave you to put on the cuffs,' said Astrid, and went out. They were all quite heavy silver, and snapped closed around my slender wrists and ankles. Each had a silver ring set into it, so that they could be attached to something.

I turned my attention to the gowns I was required to wear when in the house. I only hoped we never had visitors, as each of them was transparent, or at the very least, translucent. They were all floor-length, with long sleeves and high necks, covering me completely, but leaving nothing to the imagination. I put on a rose-coloured one, and a pair of matching high-heeled mules, then took my time over my hair and make-up.

Some little time after I heard a scrunching of gravel, which announced the arrival of a vehicle, Astrid knocked at my door, and came in, with a box.

'It is time for you to go down to Mistress,' she said, and set the box down on the bed beside me, producing from it a short length of chain, snap-links at either end, which she used to shackle my ankles. Thus hobbled, I let her show me the way down the stairs, which I negotiated with some difficulty, to Mistress Helen's lounge.

She had changed out of her business suit, and was now dressed in a long, flowing, white silk gown, of a Grecian style, which matched her hairstyle. She was standing by the fireplace, where a log fire was burning, her arm draped along the mantelshelf. Vivaldi was playing on a good hi-fi system.

'Diana,' she said, 'you look more like a slave should now. Come.'

She sat down on a white leather sofa, and when I made to sit beside her, she waved a finger at me, and pushed out a cushion on the floor at her feet.

'You sit here,' she said, and I obediently got down on the floor.

'Now,' she said, 'let me explain. When we don't have guests - like tonight - we eat here, but when we entertain, we eat in the dining room, and you are allowed to sit at the table.

'But am I still to be dressed like this?' I asked, appalled at the idea that others would see me as a submissive, and so exposed.

'Of course,' she said, 'my guests will be aware of your role, and some will be invited to share you with me, and to participate in your punishment too.'

As she said this, she was stroking my hair, and her other hand moved down to toy with my nipples through the thin material off my gown. Then she bent to kiss me, and I let her feel my tongue-stud, let it rasp along her own tongue as she snaked it into my mouth. She roughly pulled up her skirt, the silk swishing as it rode up her long, slim legs, past her shapely knees, and I nestled in close to her, gently pushing her thighs apart, questing up them, seeking her fleshier upper thighs. Her legs now parted, almost involuntarily, and a moan escaped her aristocratic lips as I reached her hairless pussy-lips, which were puffy and moist with secretions. I fingered them, and parted them with two fingers, then found the warmth of her cunt with two fingers of the other hand, which I immediately thrust deep into her ready hole. She screamed out loud, in as extreme a reaction as I had ever heard, and her nails raked my back through my gown as she came with the force of a tidal wave. I couldn't believe either the suddenness or the primeval force of her orgasm, after no more than a rapid touch, and she was smiling down at me.

Helen rang a little bell she had on a coffee table, and trays were brought to us by a maid I hadn't seen before, with well-prepared salads and a variety of fruit. It was a shade uncomfortable eating at my Mistress's feet, but I should have to get used to it. When we had finished, she called for her maid again, this time telling me that her name was Gala. Gala appeared with a tray, and from it, Helen took a silver-studded leash, which she clipped to the ring in my collar.

'I know this is unnecessary,' she said, 'but you must get accustomed to ritual.' With that, she stood, and led me, my chains clanking, up the stairs, to her enormous bedroom.

Once there, she released my leash and ankle-chain, and told me to undress, a matter of seconds.

'You will come to bed with me now,' she said, slipping out of her dress, which fell to the floor with a silken swish, revealing her lean, fit body, with small breasts and a tiny waist. She sat on the edge of her bed, and Gala appeared from nowhere, brush in hand, to tend to her hair. 

Minutes later, she enfolded me within her embrace between cool silk sheets. She was a surprisingly generous lover, and when she massaged my clitoris, it was for my pleasure, pure and simple, as if she knew I needed to cum. Cum I did, in great waves of sumptuous orgasm after orgasm, as first she finger-fucked me to my climax, then, she went down and drove me to a frenzy of ecstasy with her tongue. I cried out to her, 'Oh, Mistress, I love you, yes, yes, yes!'

When she had finished me, I started on her. She was still lapping my cunt, running her tongue the length of my crack, when I got myself into a '69' position and pulled her labia wide apart. She moaned as I flicked her clit with my stud, and grabbed my head with both hands, dragging me forcibly tight into her, so that I could hardly breathe.




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I plunged my tongue deep inside her, and she again came in seconds, writhing and bucking her slim hips, and screaming loudly, as if I had hurt her.

Then, just as suddenly, she pushed me roughly away across the bed, 'Now go to your room. I'll see you in the morning.'

I got out of her bed, and, picking up my gown, made for the door. As I emerged into the corridor, Gala was there, silently hovering. I shuddered as I saw her. Her eyes were almost as black as her raven hair, and her skin was alabaster-white. She was thin and sinewy, with muscular limbs. She led me to my room, without a word, opening the door for me to enter, and closing it quietly behind me.

I went to bed naked, revelling in the soft feel of thee silk sheets in the warm room, and slept well, but was rudely awakened when my door opened suddenly. It was still dark.

'What - what's going on?' I spluttered, 'what time is it?'

'It's six-thirty,' said a harsh voice I recognised as that of Gala, 'and time for your punishment.'

She flicked on the light, temporarily dazzling me, strode up to my bed, and seized my wrists in a bony hand, reaching up and pulling down the overhead chain with the other.

In a trice, she had clipped my wrists by the rings in my cuffs to the snap-link at the end of the chain, and had pressed a button whose existence I hadn't known of, by the side of the bed. A low whirring noise ensued, and my arms were drawn upwards, until I was forced to follow them, and ended up in an extended kneeling position on the bed, my arms high above my head. It was acutely uncomfortable.

I heard, rather than saw, the sultry maid open a cupboard, and take something out, then she was close behind me, running an exploratory hand down between the cheeks of my arse.

'Nice,' she said, then without warning, there was a harsh swishing noise, and I felt a terrible sharp sting as she struck my lower back. I shouted out, and she responded by roughly stuffing a thick wad of damp material into my mouth. Then she lashed me again, lower down, and I didn't think I could bear it. I writhed and threw myself around under her awful lashes. She gave me only five of the terrible strokes, but the pain was so fierce, I doubted I could have taken more without fainting.

'Now you know what a real whip feels like,' she said when she let me down, and took out my gag, 'and next time we may well rub salt into your wounds, instead of this!' She was anointing me with soothing oil as she said this, and I twisted around, to see that I had gained a few bright red stripes where she had struck.

Within a few minutes, she pronounced herself satisfied, and said, 'Right, I'll send Astrid up with your breakfast - she can dress you too, then Donald will take you to the office.'

I put on a robe, and Astrid appeared with a tray of fresh rolls, orange juice and coffee, telling me to ring for her when I had finished. I hadn't noticed the bell-push by the headboard.

As soon as I summoned her, she came, and laid out the clothes she thought I should want for the day in the office - they coincided nicely with my taste; a pleated skirt, silk blouse and stockings, with patent heels.

Soon after Donald had delivered me to the office, my buzzer sounded, and Helen's voice summoned me to her office. Once there, she had me stand in front of her desk and lift my skirt, to show her the new stripes Gala had given me.

'Very pretty!' was her verdict, 'we must make sure you are whipped regularly, Diana.'

I must have looked unhappy at the prospect, because she said then, 'Is there a problem with that?'

'No Mistress,' I said, 'it's just that I don't like Gala doing it - she's so.....I don't know........so sullen. I wished it were you whipping me.'

'Come here,' she said, and rose from her seat, walked around the massive desk, and took me in her arms. She kissed me tenderly, then held me at arm's length, and said, 'Look, I shall not be home tonight, I have to go to Stockholm for a meeting, but I'll be home tomorrow afternoon early, and we are having guests for dinner. I have told Gala to leave you alone tonight, but I want you to do something for me.'

She walked back around and sat down at her desk, opened a drawer and took out a box, handing it over to me. When I opened it, I gasped. It contained a huge butt-plug, complete with a leather harness.

'But it's too big,' I protested.

'Nonsense,' she said, ' bend over the desk!'

'What, now?'

'What, now, what?'

'Oh sorry, Mistress,' I said, 'I had forgotten.'

She was already behind me with a tube of lubricant, had my skirt up around my waist, and was smearing the gel around my arsehole in liberal dollops, talking as she worked it into my anus.

'Tomorrow night we have a special guest who will want to use you there, you may be sure. If you are very good, I may well let you whip Gala as a treat, something I know she craves more than anything. Would you like that?'

Her words, and the thought of the evening's entertainment in prospect, was taking my mind off the pain Helen was about to inflict upon me. It wasn't that my arsehole was virgin territory, but the sheer size of the plug was terrifying, and I felt I should never be able to accept it inside me when she started to introduce it into my reluctant portals. But Helen wasn't without experience in these matters, and, with the help of the gel, the mighty plug wormed its way up, up, past my guardian sphincter, until I thought it would split me in two, and my legs wriggled and squirmed against one another as the fierce pain was joined by a thrilling new sensation which started deep within me, and gave rise to a shortness of breath, a speeding-up of my pulse so dramatic I felt I would surely pass out. I came, and screamed, only then realising that my Mistress had all four fingers of the hand that wasn't pushing hard on the plug deeply embedded in my sopping wet cunt.

'Oh, Mistress,' was all I could say, as she fitted the leather harness about me. 

'Keep this in place until tomorrow evening,' she said, 'I'll come to the office from the airport, and you can go home with me. Have a nice evening tonight, dear.'

I had difficulty in walking around with the butt-plug in place, and it was even worse sitting down, but I gradually got used to it, and the day passed without further incident.

Next day, still wearing the fiendish plug, Astrid dressed me, and I was driven to the office again by the silent Donald. Soon after lunch, Helen arrived, and rang for me. She looked as fresh as if she had just been on holiday, instead of at a hectic business meeting, dressed formally in a business suit, and silk blouse.

'Help me file a few papers, Diana, then we can go home,' she said. I was surprised, as it was so early.

In the car, on the way home, she was unusually talkative, and asked me if I was happy being with her. I said I was, and she said, 'If you are still with me at the end of your week's trial, I think I shall have you branded. Would you like that?'

'But wouldn't that hurt terribly, Mistress?'

'Yes, for a time, but it would pass. Cattle are branded all the time.'

I didn't know if I should protest at being compared to livestock, but decided to let it pass - I found the idea somehow horribly fascinating, anyway.

When we got home, Helen told me to go and take out the butt-plug and undress. She said Astrid would be sent to bathe and dress me.

I wandered about my heated room naked for a while, revelling in the freedom of being without the huge plug in my arse after so many hours of being effectively fucked by it.

Astrid came in her maid's uniform and ran my bath, turning on the Jacuzzi jets for my added pleasure. I spent a long time soaking in it, and when I invited Astrid to join me, she slipped out of her little black maid's dress, and stepped daintily into the big triangular tub beside me. Her lithe body, devoid of any hair, and with almost no breasts, was like a child's, but for quite prominent nipples, which were hard under my fingers. Her mouth yielded softly when I kissed her, and she moaned quietly when I felt between her slim legs under the warm water, and she opened herself to me with complete abandon. She came convulsively, in mere seconds, and said, 'Oh, Miss Diana, thank you, thank you!'

Unsure of the house rules, I asked her if she would be allowed to sleep with me, and she said that she thought it would be alright, looking really pleased at the prospect.

When she had helped me dry myself, she brushed my hair, and did my make-up, then told me it was time for me to dress. I asked her what Mistress Helen wanted me to wear, and she looked surprised.

'Why, your evening gown, of course,' she said, 'you must always wear one of them, even when there are guests.'

I was surprised by this, expecting to be allowed to wear something special, but let Astrid put out for me a long translucent pale green gown, which hid no detail of my body. I let her shackle my ankles, stepped into a pair of stiletto-heeled mules, and clipped a silver chain around my waist.

'You look wonderful, Miss Diana,' said Astrid, and helped me down to the dining room, where Mistress Helen and her seven or eight guests were waiting.

Helen looked completely transformed from the business-woman I knew, and was dazzling in a long white silk dress, backless, so that just the hint of the start of the cleft of her buttocks was visible. And I was astonished to note the fading but unmistakeable marks of a whipping on her elegant back. I thought she had worn the dress deliberately to draw attention to them.

All eyes turned to me as I joined the people stood around. All the rest were dressed in more-or-less formal evening attire, so that I felt very vulnerable, and when we sat down to eat, myself at my Mistress's side, she took my leash from her reticule and attached it to my collar, as if to reinforce her ownership of me. The conversation was, however, like that at any dinner table, until we relaxed over coffee. Then Helen clapped her hands and Astrid appeared, in her maid's uniform, leading in the shackled and handcuffed naked figure of Gala, slim and arrogant-looking, despite her chains.

'My maid Gala has displeased me in several ways recently, and must be punished,' she announced somewhat theatrically, 'please chain her to the wall.'

At this, Astrid led Gala to one wall, where two ringbolts were placed above head-height, and attached her to them by her cuffs, facing the wall, leaving legs shackled.

Now Helen stood, pulling me gently up by my leash, and led me over to just behind Gala. 

'Fetch the tray, Astrid,' she said, and the blonde responded by producing a large tray with an assortment of whips and paddles.

'Choose!' said my Mistress, and I picked up the riding crop - a whip I knew well enough.

'A good choice,' she approved, and to Gala: 'Are you ready?'

'Yes Mistress Helen,' she said in a clear voice.

I stood away, and lashed her across the shoulder blades. She scarcely flinched, even though I thought it had been a sharp stroke.

'What's this, a kindergarten?' one of the female guests, a woman in her forties dressed in black velvet, demanded.

'Much harder,' responded Helen, 'you must hurt her, Diana, or it will not have any effect. What's more, you will be next!'

Summoning up more strength, I drew back my arm, and thrashed her middle back, bringing up an angry red welt. But there was still no response from the stoic Gala.

'Here, let me show you,' said Helen, and taking the crop from me, gave it a quick twirl in the air, then brought it swishing down between the two marks I had made, with vicious force. Gala cried out, a sharp, 'Oh,' as the crop fell and her body writhed in her bonds. Helen handed me back the crop without a word, and I copied her action as best I could, picking up her technique. When I had administered ten strokes, I felt I was meting out real punishment, and had Gala bucking and dragging at her chains, and even crying real tears.

'Stop for a moment,' ordered Helen, and pulled forward a man she had introduced as David. 

'You can see if she is enjoying it, if you like,' she smiled.

With some alacrity, he stepped up and thrust his hand between Gala's legs.

'A bit damp,' he reported, 'but I think she needs a bit more!'

I took up the challenge and lashed her again, across the fleshier meat of her buttocks, and the red wheals that resulted even showed tiny pin-pricks of blood coming to the surface. She was now moaning in agony by the time I had whipped her three times in quick succession, each time a little lower down, and, unbidden, I thrust my own free hand between her legs, to find her crack now oozing with her abundant juices.

'Give her two more on the insides of her thighs,' ordered Helen, 'and that will do.'

I complied, and knew that these last strokes hurt her more than any others. She was sobbing when Astrid unclipped her chains, and I was almost too fascinated watching her being carried to a couch by David, to be aware that Helen was pulling me away by my leash. But she led me off to another couch, and forced me to my knees on the floor, then unclipped the shackles from my ankles, and kicked my legs apart, roughly yanking my gown up to my waist. She dropped to her knees behind me, and put the flats of her hands on my arse-cheeks, pulling them wide apart.

'What do you think, then, Kurt?' she said, to a tall figure whose shadow was now looming over me.

'I like,' said a deep, heavily-accented voice, 'she has been well-prepared, I think.'

He took Helen's place, and I felt an exploratory hand trace my crack from the ring in my clitoris-hood, where it paused and gave a little tug, as if amused, then through the dampness of my slit, up to my waiting, expectant arsehole, where he immediately plunged in two fingers, right to their very limit.

'Yes,' he breathed, 'I shall enjoy your arsehole. But first you should see what you are going to get.'

He stood up, and walked around, unzipping his trousers as he did so, and pulling out the most massive cock I had ever seen. I had scarcely taken in the fact that he was dark-skinned, by no means negro, but probably with some African blood - I was quite terrified by the sheer dimensions of his mighty weapon, which I felt sure would tear me terribly. He played with it in front of my face for a few seconds before resuming his position behind me, whereupon, Helen came back and sat on the sofa by my head.

'Now perhaps you see why I had you wear the plug?' she said.

'Yes mistress,' I replied, as Kurt spat on my arse, then started to push at my delicate anus with his great thick shaft. I wriggled and twisted around to try and help him as he thrust at the entrance with the doubtless tender crown of his cock, then he was past the first agonising penetration. I saw the wisdom of what my Mistress had said, and found that she was stroking my hair, enjoying the sight of my arsehole being violated by this tremendous organ. Now she kissed me, and I returned her kiss with great joy, letting my tongue stud play over her own snaking tongue as I felt the awful pain in my arse worsen, and turn to near-unbearable agony as he took my anal sphincter by storm. Then he was right inside me, and Helen said, 'Control him! Hold him!'

She knew how to give true pleasure, and conveyed it to me, as I now cupped her breasts with my hands, through the thin silk of her dress, feeling the taut, erect nipples that watching me being taken had brought about. My pain was still acute, as his enormous length and width filled me totally, but I was on the verge of a mighty orgasm too, and knew that it couldn't be controlled long. 

I yelled, 'Kurt, give it to me, NOW, you bastard!' 

To order, he stiffened, and I felt his huge wad of hot spunk shoot right into my bowels, as my own orgasm overtook me in a great scarlet storm.

When he had pulled out, my arsehole was on fire, and Helen cradled me on the sofa, where I was only dimly aware of Gala being vigorously fucked by David beside us.

After a time, my Mistress said quietly to me, 'Go now, Diana, and take Astrid to bed with you. Sleep well!'

I could hardly believe that she was giving me permission to do what I really wanted, and, letting her fasten my shackles again, I shuffled meekly from the room, extending a hand to my maid as I reached the door, so that the young blonde came with me.

Once in my room we both slipped into short silk nightdresses, and I took her in my arms.

When I awoke, sunlight was streaming through the shutters, and our limbs were still entwined. As it was Saturday, we lay together for a long time, enjoying each others' bodies to the full, and I brought her to climax two or three times, just with my fingers.

'Oh, Miss Diana, I so want to become a slave like you,' she said, 'I long for the day when the Mistress will allow me to be punished.'

'You are still very young,' I replied, 'just enjoy learning for now.'

She went to fetch me breakfast, and I slumbered a while longer. When the door opened, I was in for a surprise. It was not Astrid, but my Mistress, wearing a black corset, elbow-length lace gloves, high black stockings, and stilettos. Her breasts were perched atop the corset, which was no more than a platform. She carried in her hand a bull-whip.

'You wanted me to whip you, instead of Gala, didn't you?' she said, 'get up, and strip!'

I did as she told me. 

'I'm not going to tie you up, or chain you - you should have learned to be still for ten strokes. Kneel!'

I knelt.

'Hands behind your head, and hold your hair up!'

When I had complied, she stood back and I heard a fearsome howl as the whip's long lash flew through the air, then felt the terrible pain of its kiss on my upper back. I bit my lip, and tasted blood in the effort to stem my cry. Again there was the awful swish and crack as the fiendish weapon struck me, and my torture started to grow into that dimension beyond pain, where agony becomes ecstasy, where reality stops and fantasy takes over. A monstrous orgasm blotted out the pain of the next three terrible violations of my flesh, and I heard myself pleading with my Mistress not to stop punishing me, but she threw down the whip and took me in her arms, and pulled me on top the bed, where I grabbed her beautiful platinum hair and forced her mouth into my cunt, so that she lapped my juices, then I eased her into a '69' position so that I could do the same to her, finding my Mistress's pussy the sweetest I had ever tasted. We both came more than once. 

The rest of the weekend passed without incident, and Helen had to go off to one of her meetings on the Monday.

When I got to the office on the next morning, my buzzer went, and Helen's voice asked me to come to her office. When I got there, and knocked, her voice bade me enter.

I did so, and the room was in total darkness.

'Close and lock the door, then put on the light,' said her voice.

I did as she told me.

Blinking I looked across to her desk, and there was Helen, silk dress around her waist, bent over her desk, showing the lovely globes of her bare arse to me, wearing nothing below the waist but her heels. She looked back at me without changing her position, and lifting a slim cane from the desk beside her, waved it in my direction.

'You can give me ten strokes, Diana,' she said.

I was more than a little surprised, but she said, 'Come on, girl, don't you think I want to be hurt sometimes, too?'

Shrugging, I took the cane from her. It was a wicked instrument, which I knew would hurt a lot, so I went easy on her, but she protested immediately; 'Do it properly - or don't you think I can take it?'

I lashed her with a vengeance, and wrung an 'Oh' from her elegant lips. When I had got halfway, I felt her lovely pussy, as was normal, and she was certainly wet, so I carried on, counting to ten, whipping her arse and inner thighs ferociously, and raising pretty red welts on her soft flesh.




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When I had finished, she thanked me almost formally, and said she had to go to another meeting. I was dismissed.

That evening, in the car, when I thought we were on the way home, she said, quite suddenly, 'Your week is up, Diana. Are you going to stay with me?'

'If you'll have me Mistress,' I'd already decided.

'Good,' she said, 'then we'll go and collect Gala and Astrid and go to the Chapel.'

'The Chapel?'

'You'll see.'

Donald drove us home, and Helen told me to wait in the car while she went and fetched the two maids. Ten minutes later we were on the road again, complete with the two maids, in their normal uniforms. I was still dressed in everyday working clothes - today a burgundy silk miniskirt, white organdie blouse and stilettos.

We arrived at an old stone building which indeed looked like a Wesleyan Chapel, and Helen produced a key. I was told to wait in a cold lobby, reading some magazines, whilst everyone eels disappeared, down some stairs.

After what seemed an age, but was probably three quarters of an hour, Astrid, came clicking upstairs in her heels and had me follow her back down, telling me to take care on the old staircase. We went through a huge wooden door, and what I saw terrified me half to death. There was a huge lattice-work steel brazier, filled with red-hot coals, whose heat filled the chamber, and which was being maintained at a high temperature by Donald, who was pumping away with a pair of bellows. Helen was seated nearby, holding a huge lantern, the only light in the place, and Gala was arranging two or three irons in the fire. Set in the wall nearby were several rusty old ringbolts, whose purpose I could easily guess at.

As I entered, Helen got quickly to her feet, and, without a word, produced two pairs of handcuffs from her handbag, and rapidly secured me, with my back to the wall, so that I could see every detail of what went on in the brazier.

'But....but....you can't.....I mean, I won't....it's not - it's not, oh, oh, Mistress!'

'Now, Diana,' she said, 'I've told you - yes, it will hurt for a time, but I shall be so proud of you. Now let me have a look at you.'

She walked up to me and turned me this way and that. I had read 'O' and always expected to be branded on the buttocks, I suppose, so I was surprised when she chose the inside of my upper thigh. She showed Gala the exact spot, then went and sat down. Astrid was crying quietly in the corner, I noticed.

I watched with horrible fascination, as the skeletal Gala took an iron from the fire, inspected the end to see that it was satisfactorily glowing red, then approached me with what seemed like evil pleasure. She looked for a moment for the terror in my eyes, but I was determined to give her back haughty pride, then she rammed the iron hard into my thigh. I screamed so loud I feared it must surely have been heard outside, and then all was blackness.

When I woke up, I was on the stone floor, Helen cradling my head, Astrid applying a ready-prepared dressing to my brand. Gala was sobbing, to her eternal credit, in the chair vacated by the Mistress, and Donald was nowhere to be seen.

'Now you are really mine, Diana,' said my Mistress.



Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 05



Don't read this if you're under 18. I decided to move the 5th part of the 'Diana' saga into the Lesbian section, as no men appear in the story, although it is still BDSM oriented. It will, however, make more sense if you've read the other 4 parts. It's all fantasy. 

I was established now as Helen Barrington's principal slave, and my place in her household was secure. I proudly wore her brand on the inside of my upper thigh.

Gala had been sent away by Mistress Helen to work for a friend in Sweden, so I was left with the meek Astrid as a companion and maid.

One evening, I let Astrid prepare me, as usual, for the evening, observing our house rules, by wearing a long transparent gown, and having my ankles shackled, as I knew that my Mistress was due home, and it was a part of our essential ritual. As Astrid finished putting my hair up, I heard the scrunch of tyres on the gravel outside, and hobbled down to greet my Mistress with her favourite vodka and tonic. She bade me sit at her feet, and then summoned Astrid.

When the maid came in, she was wearing her uniform, a black mini-dress and high-heeled sandals, her long blonde hair loose.

'Astrid,' said my Mistress, 'how old are you now?'

'Twenty, Mistress Helen,' she said.

'I think you may be ready to become a slave. Would you like that?'

'Oh, Mistress Helen, there's nothing I want more in the world!'

'As Gala has left us, there is a vacancy, and I am inclined to offer the position of maid to Su-li, from my office.' 

I remembered a slim little Asian girl scurrying about with files in the office.

While Astrid served us with dinner for the last time, my Mistress allowed me to stroke her silken thighs, and outlined her plans for Astrid and the new maid, and told me the part I should be playing in their training. Astrid had been her servant for two years, so she knew what being a slave entailed.

After dinner, she told Astrid to go with me to Gala's old room, which was now to be hers. I shuffled off with her, my ankle-chains dragging along the floor as usual when my Mistress was at home.

We opened up the room, and I inspected the wardrobe. Gala had been smaller and thinner than Astrid. I reported back to Mistress Helen that we should have to go shopping for a lot of things she would need, and she gave me the day off the next day to take my new companion-slave into town, furnishing me with cards so that I could find the appropriate shops. 'It's important you get everything there, my dear,' she said, 'I'm sure you understand.' 

I told her I understood, and she added, 'And while you're in town, go and have done that which you know I want you to have done, my dear, won't you?'

I looked at my Mistress, knowing full well what she wanted me to have done, and wondering if having Astrid with me would help me summon up the courage to have it done.



Next morning, Astrid was revelling in not having to dress as a maid, and skipped around in a summer dress as we waited for the taxi to take us into the West End.

As we went up the stairs to the exclusive boutique in a back street off Sloane Square, a minor film-star came down carrying a huge bag. When we got into the shop itself, it resembled a high-class drawing-room, but with racks of clothes visible along one wall. An effeminate man fussed around us and took Astrid's measurements.

'I have been advised of Ms Barrington's requirements, of course,' he said, waving a fax at us, 'perhaps you would like to go and have a coffee now I have your measurements?'

We readily agreed, and tripped off down the stairs to find a coffee bar.

I sat at a table near the window in a smart little Italian espresso bar, while Astrid was fetching our coffees, when I suddenly saw a familiar face.

'Good God,' I yelled, 'It can't be!'

'Diana, bloody hell,' said my oldest friend, Cindy.

'What the hell are you doing in the big city?' I asked her.

'Looking for work, mainly,' she said, 'but look at you – you look........well, different!'

'I am different,' I said, and introduced Astrid, telling her to get another coffee for Cindy, who noticed instantly that I had commanded her to do it.

'So what's going down, then?' she asked, 'last I heard, you were living with some girl, going to lots of parties and stuff.'

'A whole lot's happened since then, Cindy. I remember you once told me something about myself. Cast your mind back – it was so true!'

She fell silent, obviously remembering well that she had once told me that I was a 'pain-slut' but not wanting to say any more in front of Astrid.

'Look,' I said, 'we've got to go, but take my card, and come and see me in the office tomorrow afternoon, and I'll try and get my boss to talk to you.'

We left, to collect all our parcels from the boutique. There were too many, as it happened, to cart around all day, so we decided to leave them until later, and, after buying Astrid three pairs of ultra-high stilettos, we took another taxi to Paddington, where the shop I dreaded visiting was situated.

It had a black, forbidding frontage, with garish signs offering tattoos of all kinds. Astrid held my hand tightly, sensing my fear, as we entered, and a huge black man sized us up, then ushered us through into a surprisingly clean and clinical back room. My only previous piercing had been my tongue, a couple of years ago, since when I had been branded on my upper thigh, so that I knew nothing could compare to the pain that had given me – that at least was a comfort. My Mistress had remarked that my clitoris was protuberant and suitable for piercing, and that she would like me to have a ring placed in it, and she was not to be denied.

I was directed to a chair such as you see at the dentist's, and my legs placed in stirrups, by a businesslike platinum blonde in her forties, who was at first intrigued to find that I wore no panties, then visibly fascinated by my deep, cruel brand, which was scored into my upper thigh a few inches below my pussy. She couldn't resist tracing the edges of it with her forefinger, and said, 'That's pretty, but it must have hurt like hell!'

'It hurt,' I confirmed, 'and I think this will too, won't it?'

'Yes, for a moment, but it's exciting, as well.' She parted her white housecoat, pulled aside the gusset of a pair of silk French panties, revealing a neatly shaven mound. Dangling from within the inner folds of her pussy-lips could be seen a short chain of three or four silver links. Having shown me her secret, she flipped her housecoat back in place, and smiled. I felt better, and half-turned to see Astrid looking fascinated as well.

The older woman showed me several rings, and I chose one I thought my Mistress would like, then she had to ascertain that my clit was suitable for the operation. As she fingered my pussy, her long, well-manicured nails playing around my labia as I watched, I found myself getting excited, and the effect on my clitoris was instantaneous. I heard myself saying that I didn't want any anaesthetic, but then I also heard myself scream when the piercing instrument invaded my most private part, giving me the most awful, agonising, wonderful pain I could imagine. I came violently, bucking and writhing in the chair, alarming the woman as she fitted the silver ring in my clit.

'No sex for four days, at least!' she told me, and gave me some antiseptic cream to put on.

As we went out, Astrid told me that she had been turned on tremendously by the proceedings, and also that it was her greatest ambition to be branded, 'like me.'



I was sore as hell that night. We didn't need to prepare as usual for our Mistress, as she had made one of her trips to Stockholm for the night, and Donald, the chauffeur, delivered Su-li to the house, bearing an envelope addressed to me in Mistress Helen's elegant script.

It contained a single sheet with instructions as to what she expected for Su-li, and another sentence tacked on to the bottom.

The slim little Asian was trembling when she presented herself to me, and the Mistress had told me to be stern with her, so I led her to her small room, and told her to strip.

'Completely?' she asked.

'Completely.'

She stepped out of her trousers-suit and white cotton panties. She had worn no bra under a cotton shirt, and needed none, as she was virtually without breasts, almost boyish, but had nice prominent nipple, centred on quite large, dark aureola. I took one between my thumb and forefinger, watching her face, and her eyes closed, her mouth dropping slightly open as she gasped. Involuntarily, she tried to push my hand away, and I swatted the protesting arm away with my other hand.

'Remember you are our servant now!' I told her, pushing her away to get a better look at her. She had a luxuriant pubic bush.

'You will shave that off immediately,' I told her, 'it is disgusting, and you may not wear panties in this house.'

I showed her the bathroom, and left her with a mirror, scissors, foam and a razor. Whilst she was carrying out the operation, I sorted out the clothing Mistress Helen had decided she should wear. She had decreed that she should be dressed in a more revealing manner than Astrid had been, as she was going to be offered to some of our house-guests, and the Mistress's plan was that she would become a slave like ourselves in the near future, as she was already over twenty. 

For general household duties, she had decided that Su-li should wear a black silk flared miniskirt, very short, with a garter-belt and seamed black stockings her only underwear.

Her top was to be a totally transparent black nylon blouse, buttoned down the back, with long sleeves and a high neck, so that her nipples were entirely visible at all times. Her long black hair was to be left loose, and came down to her waist. On her feet she was to accustom herself to the highest stilettos-heeled sandals we could find.

I was further instructed to tell Su-li that, if she transgressed in any way, she could expect to be physically punished by the Mistress, or by one of us. She was to be given the option of leaving immediately if these arrangements were not to her liking. When I added this, she looked at me with a shy smile, and shook her head. 

There remained the last of my Mistress's instructions, and it was the hardest for me to carry out. After being out all day with Astrid, I now had to go to her room and whip her. My orders were specific. She was to be given ten strokes with the riding crop, between her shoulder-blades and her buttocks, leaving marks which would be clearly visible in the morning, 'when she will be inspected.'

I went and picked up the cruel leather crop from my room, then went next door to find Astrid sat in her nightgown, brushing out her long blonde hair.

Dropping the crop to the floor, I came up behind her, and bent down, kissing her neck, at the same time easing the spaghetti-straps of her gown down over her shoulders, and fondling her lovely firm breasts. Then I lifted the heavy mane of her hair and let it fall in front of her, and took hold of her by one wrist.

'Come, my darling,' I said, 'It's time!' 

As she stood, the silk of her nightgown whispered to the floor, in a pool around her feet, and I led her to the centre of the room. When I threw a cushion on the floor and told her to kneel on it, she realised what was in store for her, and looked up at me with huge blue eyes.

'Oh, Diana,' she said, 'you're going to whip me, aren't you?'

'Yes, darling, Mistress Helen has ordered it.'

'Will you hurt me?' She was trembling.

'Yes, darling,' I said.

'Oh, Diana,' she said, 'I....I don't know what to say. I'm frightened but terribly excited. I've wanted this for so long.'

'Don't talk any more,' I told her, picking up the crop, and running it around her breasts and neck, so that she could feel it, see it.

I touched her nipples and they were hard, standing out, as were mine, at the thought of what I was about to do.

The crop whistled as it flew through the air and there was a sharp 'crack' as its wicked leather thong seared the tender upper back-flesh of Astrid's Scandinavian skin. She cried out, 'Oooh,' and I told her she would have to learn to be quiet, then immediately lashed her again, lower down, raising a second satisfying welt on her young back. This time she merely gasped, and I went on with my task, making a pretty pattern of stripes down across her back, and causing her to writhe, so that I wondered if I should have tied her up. I paused after six, and asked her if she could take four more and she answered clearly that she could, so I knelt beside her and put my hand between her legs, which I had learned by now was standard practice. I found to my satisfaction that she was wet through, and when I continued whipping her, now across her lower back and buttocks, her gasps of pain had changed noticeably to moans of sheer pleasure, and I knew she was in the throes of an almighty orgasm. But when I had finished, she surprised me still further by telling me that she had cum not once, but three times, while I was flogging her. 

Afterwards, I tended her stripes lovingly with soothing oils, but there was no doubt at all that the Mistress would be able to see them when she returned from her trip at midday the next day. I told Astrid to put on her soft silk nightgown and get into her satin sheets, and then I went and slipped into a similar gown of my own, and returned to join her. My sore clit meant that I couldn't let her near my pussy, but I paid plenty of attention to hers, before we slept entwined together, two slaves with one Mistress. 



Next morning, Donald was available to take Astrid and myself to the office, so we left Su-li, now in her new maid's outfit, in charge of the house.

'Fuck knows what the meter-reader's going to think of her uniform!' I remarked, and started Astrid giggling, on our way to the office.

My morning was taken up with showing Astrid around the office and introducing her to the filing system, and we were both summoned in to see the boss when she arrived at midday, looking cool and businesslike in her power-suit. 

'Come here, Diana,' she said, without getting out of her huge leather chair, and when I got to the side of her desk, she casually lifted my short skirt's hem with a ruler.

'Mmm,' she murmured, 'nice! Is it sore?'

'Yes, Mistress,' I confirmed.

'Well, we'll give it a couple of days, and then decorate you, shall we?' she smiled. 

She turned her attention to Astrid, and told her to take off her blouse. Her back was almost raw from the whipping I had given her, stripes merging where they crossed.

'You were a little hard on her for the first time, Diana,' she said, 'perhaps you have forgotten how much the crop hurts?'

'Oh no, Mistress,' I said.

'We'll see,' she said sternly, 'I must go away again tonight, and shall not be back until the day after tomorrow. Then we shall make up for lost time, and remind you what real pain is like!'

I quivered a little, but more really with anticipation of the joy that I knew my Mistress's punishment would bring me, then I remembered that my old friend Cindy was due to come and see her, an mentioned this to her. She seemed pleased, and questioned me closely about her. Did she have any close family? Was she pretty? Slim? Above all, what were her attitudes to life? I took that to mean sex. Not a thing about her work experience. After a while, when Astrid had gone back to work, my Mistress confided in me as never before.

'I am an indulgent woman, Diana,' she said, 'and very, very rich. I make enough money in international business deals so that I can have the lifestyle I want, and surround myself with beautiful young people, especially young girls. Now go, and return to work, I will see your friend Cindy – maybe she will be suitable.'

I saw Cindy arrive through the glass partition of my office. She was dressed to kill, in a tight jersey knit dress with a little jacket over it, and high heels which I knew my Mistress would view favourably. When she left, about twenty minutes later, I called out to her through my open door.

She sidled towards me and whispered, 'I think I got the job! She's going to write to me.'

At that moment, someone came along the corridor, so Cindy turned and left, but as I watched her heels click down the passageway, her hips swaying, to the exit, I had a feeling we'd see more of her.

Before Mistress Helen left, she came into my office and asked me how Su-li was getting along. I had to reply that I hadn't really had time to assess her yet, but that she seemed keen enough. She seemed satisfied with my reply, and left, telling me that she would be back in a couple of days, and that I was in charge of the house.

Donald took Astrid and I home at the end of the day's work, and left us in the porch to go home to his wife. I let us in by the front door, and was greeted by a sound with which I was very familiar. It was, without a shadow of doubt, the sound of fucking! I told Astrid to be quiet, and we both took off our shoes, and crept upstairs. As we got to the spacious landing, the sounds, the 'oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard! Oh, pleeeease! Yeees! Oh, yes, fuck me you bastard,' got louder – they came from none other than the Mistress's bedroom! I glanced around at Astrid, who was smirking, and we crept on, until we could see into the room. There, her slim nylon-clad legs over the burly shoulders of a huge black guy in blue overalls, was Su-li. The guy's hairy black arse was as naked as the day he was born, and was pumping away fit to split her in two, right there on the priceless silk coverlet at the edge of Mistress Helen's four-poster bed.

I looked around at Astrid, and she had a handkerchief in her mouth to suppress her giggles, but I was too worried about the Mistress's reaction, and its consequences for our new servant, should she find out. I signalled to Astrid that we should withdraw, and we crept away, and slid soundlessly into my room along the landing. There we sat quietly until we heard Su-li ushering her conquest out down the stairs. When we heard the sound of the front door, I told Astrid to go to her room, though I'm sure she was listening.

I went downstairs.

'Su-li!' I called.

She came rushing out of the kitchen, looking flushed.

'Oh, Miss Diana, I didn't know you were back from work. You're early, aren't you?'

I ignored her question.

'Su-li,' I said, 'Mistress Helen may well give you to guests of her choice, at times of her choice, and in places of her choice. You do not have the right, as her servant, to abuse your position. The Mistress has put me in charge of the house until she returns. What am I to do with you?'

She looked down at her pretty feet, but said nothing. I took her by the wrist and led her into the library. Mistress Helen had given me no express instructions to punish the girl, but I felt that her transgression could not go unpunished.

'Bend over the back of the sofa,' I told her, and she did so, whimpering slightly as her lovely rounded buttocks were displayed, framed by her narrow satin garter belt, when I whisked her little silk skirt up around her waist. I went to the wall, where the Mistress kept several whips and other items on a rack, and selected a slender, flexible, leather paddle, which I knew would sting deliciously, and make an excellent 'first-time' instrument.

It whistled sibilantly through the air, then made a crack as it struck her tender, olive flesh, and she cried out, 'Oh, oh, oh, no, please, Miss Diana, no!'

'Yes, my dear,' I said, 'you should have expected this a few minutes ago, shouldn't you?'

I lashed her again, just below her puckered little arsehole, and she started to sob.

'Two more,' I said, 'then perhaps you'll have learned something?'

When she didn't reply, I took hold of her hair, and asked her again.




Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 05



'Yes, Miss Diana,' she said, through her tears.

'And do you deserve two more strokes?'

She didn't at first reply. 

'Well?'

'Yes, Miss Diana,' came a little voice.

'Then ask me for them. If you're ever to be a slave, you will need to!'

'Give me two more strokes, please, Miss Diana.'

I struck her twice more, across the upper thighs, causing her to writhe on top of the sofa. Then I told her not to move, and felt her newly-shaven pussy. She had a neat crack, with concealed inner lips, and they were wet through, though how much of that was the black worker's cum and how much her own secretions was impossible to tell.

I told her to go and make the Mistress's bedroom look as if nobody had been in it.

'Thank you, Miss Diana,' she said, and no more mention of the incident was made. When, days later, my Mistress noticed that Su-li's arse still looked red, and asked why, I replied that she had been lax in her housework, but was now forgiven. 



Our Mistress returned, first of all, to the office, straight from the airport, looking tired after a transatlantic flight. She lost no time in calling me into her office.

'I am having Donald take me home now, Diana, to get some rest – these trips are very tiring, you know. Tomorrow is Saturday, however, and we shall have a special evening. I have written and invited your friend Cindy. If she wants to work for me, she will have to be initiated, won't she?'

I looked at her a little uncertainly. Cindy belonged to a time in my life before I had been 'initiated' as she put it.

When we got home, our Mistress had already gone to bed, suffering, no doubt, from jet-lag, and we didn't see her until midday next day, when, however, she looked fresh as a daisy, sitting in her favourite chair, and smiled when she saw Astrid and me returning from a brief shopping expedition.

'Ah, good,' she said, 'I can give you two – and little Su-li – your presents, that I got you in New York.' She rang a little hand-bell, and Su-li came clicking in on her high heels, her hips swaying.

'First you, dear,' said Mistress Helen, to the little Asian, 'open your blouse!'

She unbuttoned the transparent black garment, and her almost flat, boyish, chest was revealed, with its big, brown aureola so prominent, her nipples puffy and swollen.

'Come closer!' ordered our Mistress, and, when she did so, she put the palms of her hands on the girl's breasts, and then kneaded them slowly, tweaking the growing hardness of her nipples. Letting go with her right hand, she reached down into a bag beside her armchair, and fished out a velvet covered box. Almost before she opened it, I knew instantly what it contained. She took out a pair of exquisitely-crafted gold nipple-clamps, connected with a fine gold chain. 

'This will hurt, at first, my dear,' she told Su-li, 'but you will grow accustomed to them, and learn to enjoy the pain.'

When she tightened the first clamp down onto Su-li's right nipple, the girl screamed, and the Mistress slapped her hard across the face.

'Be quiet, or you will have to be gagged!' she told her sternly, and continued with the other clamp.

When she had finished, and Su-li had fastened her blouse again, we admired the effect. The fine gold chain was clearly visible under the transparent material, linking her lovely nipples.

'They hurt terribly,' she said, with tears in her eyes, but when I kissed her better, there was an urgency about her embrace which I instinctively knew had to do with arousal, and as I felt her grind her pubis into my thigh, I knew she was well on the way to an orgasm.

It was Astrid's turn for a present, and our Mistress bade her approach.

'Turn around, girl,' she said, and, when she presented her arse to her Mistress, she told her to raise her skirt to her waist, and open her arse cheeks.

'Mmm,' mused Mistress Helen, and produced another box, longer one this time, from her bag.

From it she took a thin, silver-coloured cylinder, about six inches long, and a tube of Ky jelly, which she used to anoint the cylinder.

Astrid was, meanwhile, looking over her shoulder with some apprehension, and her eyes grew wider when thee Mistress said, 'Relax as much as you can, dear,' and, without further ado, pushed the cylinder slowly up Astrid's virgin anus.

She gasped at first, then shrieked with pain as the offending instrument invaded her anal sphincter, wriggling its inevitable way deep into her bowel.

'This is a special rectal trainer, my dear,' said the Mistress, and taking a remote control from the end of the box, pressed a button.

'Oh, oh, oh, oh, argh, argh!' moaned Astrid, 'No, no, I can't, I really can't stand it, please, Mistress, please, pleeeease!'

'It grows inside her,' smiled Mistress Helen to me, 'I tried it, and it's wonderful, really! It's amazing what they can do these days.'

But Astrid was sobbing, her arsehole violated for the first time, and the Mistress eventually took pity on her, and reduced the cylinder to a manageable size.

'You can wear it like that for the afternoon,' she said, 'that's the idea.'

It was my turn, and I couldn't wait to see what she had bought for me.

Like the other two, I had to approach her, and raise my skirt. She had another velvet-covered box, smaller this time, for me. When she opened it, I saw it contained a short silver chain of three links. One end had an elaborate screw fitting, and from the other hung a claw containing a stone which looked like a ruby. It was very pretty, and must have been about four inches long. The Mistress unscrewed the top link and deftly fastened it onto my clit ring. She told me to stand up and walk about, and when I did so, the effect was amazing. The chain was heavier than it looked, and pulled at my clit in such a way that I felt I should be in a state of permanent sexual fervour.

'I hope that will remind you that you are mine,' said my Mistress.

'Oh yes Mistress. Thank you,' I said.

As I walked, I felt the chain swing around, brushing the insides of my thighs, touching the brand of my Mistress, of which I was still acutely aware. At first I wondered if it would do me any damage, but I knew that my Mistress would have made sure that this wasn't the case, and found out later that she had bought it from a New York store which specialised in supplying esoteric articles such as this.



We now had to prepare for the 'special evening' our Mistress had planned, and Su-li had some temporary help in the shape of a catering company, who sent two young girls to prepare the food. I noticed with amusement that they couldn't take their eyes off Su-li's nipple-clamps, every time their paths crossed as they set up the tables.

I was still intrigued to know what was so special about the evening that was in store for us, and got my first intimation when I was asked by Mistress Helen to help her with the table settings.

I immediately noticed that all of the twenty-four people to be seated around the big dining table were women! Amongst them, apart from my old friend Cindy, I found that my old flatmate Laura had been invited, as, it appeared, had our friends Val and Mandy, although their names were disguised as 'Valerie' and 'Amanda.' I was disappointed not to see the lovely Talia represented – she had always been a great favourite of mine back in the days when I had shared a flat with Laura – but I still looked forward to seeing some of my friends again, and wondered what they would make of my new lifestyle as Helen Barrington's slave. 

I decided to ask my Mistress what Astrid and I should wear, for this special evening.

'Yes, my dear,' she said, 'I'm glad you have asked. As my slaves, I should normally have you shackled, but it wouldn't perhaps be appropriate tonight. I will, however, dress you both, if you come to my room at eight.'

I glanced at my gold Cartier watch – an earlier present from my Mistress – it was already seven, so that we had barely time to go and shower and make-up before presenting ourselves.

I showered, thoroughly perfumed myself, had Su-li put my hair up in a French twist, rouged my nipples and labia, and slipped into a robe, then went to my Mistress's room, where Astrid was already sat waiting, while Mistress Helen, resplendent in a gold, fur-trimmed negligee, rummaged around in the wardrobe.  

Eventually pronouncing herself satisfied, she draped two long, diaphanous garments across her bed, one black, one white, then went back to her wardrobe and returned 

with a large box, which she also placed on the bed.

'Diana,' she said, 'you first!' 

I stood in front of her and she looked me up and down.

'I'm glad to see you put your hair up, my dear,' she smiled, 'that way it won't be in the way.'

My eyes widened when I realised the implications of that remark, and remembered that she had promised to punish me upon her return.

She plucked from the bed a long black nylon gown, completely transparent, with long sleeves. She slipped it over my head, and I had to wriggle my arms into it – they were a tight fit. But it was quite backless, right down to the start of the crack between my buttocks. The skirt snugly fit about my legs, and when I looked in the mirror, the silver chain hanging from my clit glinted through the thin black nylon.

My Mistress completed my ensemble by taking a wide silver collar from thee box on the bed, and clipping it around my neck. It had a ring set into it at my throat, and to this she clipped a diamond studded leash about a metre long. 

'There, my dear,' she said, 'a pair of your highest black stilettos, I think, and you'll be ready.'

'Thank you, Mistress,' I said, 'I feel wonderful.' And I really did.

It was Astrid's turn. Mistress Helen summoned her to stand by her, then whisked off the bed a long, white silk gown, which she slipped over the slim Scandinavian's blonde head. She had to wriggle her way into the tightness off the garment, which fitted her like a glove. When she was finally encased in it, I gave a low whistle.

'My God, Astrid, you look good enough to eat,' I said. Her gorgeous young body was outlined in thin silk, so that every detail could be seen, the shape of her breasts and buttocks profiled as if she were naked, her leg-movements restricted by the tight skirt.

'I trust your cylinder is still in place?' enquired Mistress Helen.

'Of course, Mistress!' said Astrid, not daring to glance in my direction. I had chided her for taking it out of her anus during the Mistress's absence, and she had put it back in, with my help, just an hour before.

'Good,' said Mistress Helen, and reached for her handbag.

Almost instantly, Astrid's eyes widened, and she gasped, 'Oh, oh, oh, no, Mistress!'

'Yes, my dear, you will learn to enjoy taking much bigger things up there shortly, you may be sure!'

But Astrid was now biting her lip, grasping the arms of the chair she had been sat in, but writhing around.

'There!' said our Mistress, grinning, 'I've set it to pulse for a few minutes. Try to relax and enjoy!'

'Oh, but Mistress, the pain is terrible, it's so big. I can't take it!'

Mistress Helen moved over and took the girl in her arms, kissing her full on the lips, and Astrid responded readily. It was, I thought, the first time she had been kissed by the Mistress, who wasn't much given to such shows of tenderness.

Watching, I started to be aware that her cries of pain were mutating into something else, as her Mistress's caresses combined with the erotic fire that was being ignited in her arsehole, and doubtless spreading to her vagina.

But suddenly, Mistress Helen pushed her away, and thrust a hand in her handbag.

'That's enough,' she said sharply,' we don't want you staining your gown, do we? I've turned off the pulse and returned the size to just a little more than normal. I've a collar for you, like Diana's, and then you can both go and put on some shoes. Our guests will soon be arriving.' 

As soon as Astrid was equipped with her collar, we both left, our leashes dangling in front of us, Astrid's steps restricted by the tight skirt. When we had stepped into our stilettos in our respective rooms, we reported back to our Mistress's chamber, and helped zip her into her long black velvet evening gown. Apart from the fact that she wore needle heels, and that beneath her gown she was tightly restricted in a satin, whale-boned corset, and wore nothing else, it would not have been possible to guess at her proclivities.

I helped her put finishing touches to her make up, and she asked Astrid to pour us all dry sherries from a crystal decanter. A buzzer sounded, and Mistress Helen leaned over her bedside cabinet and pressed a button. A small television screen high on the wall flickered into life, and we watched black and white image of Su-li opening the door and welcoming guests – two women from whom she took fur wraps, leaving them standing in long evening gowns. One was blonde with long hair, the other dark-skinned with short hair, but I recognised neither.

'They are starting to arrive, then,' said our Mistress, 'we should go down and greet the guests.'

She stood, and picking up our leashes, led us slowly out and down the wide staircase to the spacious entrance hall.

There several women were already stood around while Su-li plied them with trays of drinks. I didn't recognise any of the beautiful women there except Cindy, who had arrived early, and looked at me in astonishment when she saw me at the end of a leash, wearing my utterly transparent gown, the chain hanging from my clit glinting in the light of the chandelier. She gulped as she approached, but then my Mistress spoke softly to her: 'It's good to see you here my dear. I know you are surprised to find that your old friend Diana is now my slave. I think she will tell you she is happy with the arrangement.'

I took my cue, 'I am very happy, Mistress Helen,' I said.

Cindy looked from me to my Mistress and back again. She had had her hair cut and styled, and wore long, heavy pendants in her ears. When she kissed me, I noticed that, like myself, she had had a tongue-stud fitted, and she let it graze my lips – she wanted to tell me. She wore a long red satin dress with a deep slit up one side.

I could tell that she was unsure of how to address Mistress Helen, and still surprised by what she had seen, but then the Mistress unclipped Astrid and myself from our leashes, and I was free to talk to my old friend more freely.

She was fascinated. 'I always knew you were a slut,' she said, grinning, but, well....?'

'You don't know the half of it,' I said.

'I can imagine,' said Cindy, wow!' She sat back in an armchair, and, just then, Laura appeared, and I was able to introduce my old flatmate to my oldest friend.

Laura had encased her petite blonde form in a long tube-dress, which consisted of nothing more than a lot of brown rings, about an inch in diameter, sewn together. It covered her from neck to ankles, but her nipples poked through the rings on the end of her firm, pert breasts. She had made the concession of wearing a pair of red silk panties under the dress, and they were tied at the sides by red silk bows, which projected through the rings of the tight dress at her hips. Her feet, as usual, were in a pair of ultra-high stilettos. 

No sooner had I finished introducing her to Cindy, than our two friend from the block emerged from the cloakroom to join us. The voluptuous Mandy, with her impressive tits perched on the platform of a ferocious looking white satin corset, had Cindy's eyes popping out of her head. From her left nipple hung her trademark dull metal ring, and this could be seen clearly through her transparent bolero top she wore over the corset. Around her waist was cinched a little silk skirt, and I said to Cindy, 'Just wait till you see her other piercings!'

'I can't wait!' she said 

The rather more sophisticated Val, her long brown hair soft and pretty, was dressed in a long white gown, vaguely 'Greek' in style, fastened at the shoulders with big gold clasps, open down each side from armpit to floor, joined only by two gold clips each side, showing clearly that she wore nothing beneath. I knew from past experience that Val's breasts were lovely, sharp and firm, with long, hard nipples, and they now stuck out, jutting so prettily against the thin material of her gown.

Val could scarcely contain herself when she saw me, and all her natural reserve cast aside, she flung herself at me, and enfolded me in her arms, my Mistress looking on in amusement. Val then held me out at arm's length, and said, 'You look ravishing, darling – and what's with the chain?' She looked pointedly at my mound. 'Is it your clit that's pierced? Didn't it hurt terribly?'

'Yes,' I said, 'it's my clit, and it hurt for a while, but it's very exciting, and reminds me off my Mistress.' I went on to introduce Val, Laura and Mandy formally to Mistress Helen, who then showed them to their places. After she had done that, she pulled me to one side and asked me about Val.

'Laura's nice,' she said, 'and I suppose Mandy might be fun, but your friend Val is absolutely gorgeous. Can I have her?'

I had an instant flash of jealousy, but understood, and felt much the same way about Val anyway, but had to tell her that she was, so far as I knew, happily married.

'You can't win 'em all,' she sighed, fondling my arse through the thin nylon of my gown.

We all took our places at the huge table, and Helen stayed on her feet, tapping a glass to get everyone's attention.

'Good evening, ladies,' she said, quietly, 'and welcome. I hope you will all enjoy the simple food and good company. I think all my guests enjoy similar pleasures.' She paused, smiling. 'After the meal, I have a modest entertainment laid on for you, consisting of two brief items, and then we may dance. I hope it will be to your liking.'

I looked around, and, for the first time, saw that a low stage had been erected at one end of the dining room. On it was a low couch, upholstered in red velvet.

I had Cindy at one side of me, and Astrid at the other, whilst across from me sat Laura and Val.

Conversation ebbed and flowed as we ate, and seemed to centre on fashion more than anything, but I was merely fascinated by the novelty of sitting down to dine with a table-full of beautiful and desirable women, many of whom were dressed in exotic and revealing costumes. More than once I caught flattering stares in my own direction, causing my nipples to harden and the damp warmth between my legs to spread. I was acutely aware of the chain hanging from my clitoris, whose weight seemed to increase as I became more aroused. When we had finished eating, I felt Cindy's hand stroking my thigh, and my chain felt as if it suddenly grew to double its size.

'I can't wait to join you in the office, darling,' she whispered, 'I'm so turned on by all of this.'

'What are you going to do there?' I asked her.

'Oh, just computer stuff,' she said, 'but your boss told me I may well get the chance to come and join you at her house if I want.'

'I didn't think you were into .......well, into the sort of things I like, if you know what I mean?'

She lifted her hand from my leg and took my hand under the tablecloth, putting it on her own thigh, nestling under the slit in her heavy satin dress. Her flesh was warm to the touch, and firm, silky-smooth. She turned her head to look at me, and her lips were slightly apart, her tongue edging its way along between her white teeth, conscious of her new stud.

I looked at her pretty, familiar face, and found her eyes hooded, her breath coming just a little shorter. At that moment, the lights were dimmed, and a bright spot shone on the stage. Our attention was focussed on a lithe, feline figure which emerged from the door behind.

As the spot picked out her face, I saw the slanted eyes, the erotic lips, that could only belong to my friend Talia! I shot a look at my Mistress, and she was looking at me pointedly in the gloom, with a look that said, triumphantly, 'I can do anything!'




Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 05



Talia was wearing a long, slinky velvet dress, which fitted her slim body to perfection, and she danced to a 'A Whiter Shade of Pale' arousing the whole gathering without removing a stitch. Then, when, the music changed to 'Je t'aime,' she slowly lowered her zipper and shrugged off the dress, revealing what first appeared to be a set of normal bra and panties – that is, while she had her arms crossed over her breasts. When she slowly took them away, it was clear that it was a platform bra, and her large, rouged nipples, were exposed. She played with them for a while, then approached the nearest members of the audience – they happened to be Laura and Mandy, sat across from me. Laura took Talia's right nipple in her mouth and sucked, bringing a look of total ecstasy to Talia's face. 

So far our total attention had been directed to Talia's breasts, and it was only when she danced slowly back across the stage to the extended version of 'Je t'aime' that she deliberately diverted the audience's gaze to her silken crotchless panties, opening up their lace-fringed orifice so that the spotlight could pick out her naked, shaven pussy. 

Cindy insistently pushed my hand up her leg towards her pussy, and it was then that I found she was wearing no underwear.

'Cindy!' I whispered, what's happened to you?'

'You're one to talk!' she said, breathlessly, and impelled my hand hard into her cunt.

She was soaking wet, and Talia was now sitting on the upholstered couch, her legs spread wide apart, so that we could not only see the glistening pink of her pussy, we could see her dark, cavernous cunt, as she thrust two fingers deep within, then withdrew them and sucked off her own juice. She turned her attention to her arsehole, which, knowing Talia as I did, I knew wouldn't be long delayed, and she now plunged no less than three fingers into her rectum, right to their very utmost extremity, a look of utter serenity on her face as she did it.

Cindy was on the verge of a mighty orgasm, and shook as I found her erect, engorged clit, theen drove my fingers deep within her fuckhole. 

'Oh, oh, Diana,' she moaned, 'I'm cumming, NOW!' And her whole body convulsed as she let herself be ravaged by the tumultuous storm.

The curtain came down on Talia, and Mistress Helen stood up.

'I promised you two items, ladies.' She paused for effect. 'The second is really merely a routine, a ritual, part of my daily household regime. For reasons I will not go into, one of my slaves must be punished, and I propose to administer her treatment with your good selves as witnesses. Perhaps many of you will enjoy the spectacle.'

With a shock I realised that it was me she was talking about. Cindy must have felt me tense sharply, and knew instinctively that I was the subject.

'Oh Christ, Diana, what's she going to do to you?' she asked.

'Whip me,' I replied, as my Mistress, put her hand on my shoulder and said, 'Come, dear, it's time!' 

She clipped my leash onto the silver ring in my collar again, and I was led out, around the table, to the two steps up to the stage. I was pulled gently onto the stage, and paraded in front of the audience, now acutely aware of the lewd chain depending from my clit, which suddenly felt as if it weighed a ton, and glinted as the spotlight was focussed deliberately on it.

I wondered if I was to be tied up, but this was seldom my Mistress's method, and she spun me around, and told me to kneel on the red velvet couch, where Talia had so recently sat. I now knew why I had been dressed in the backless gown, as I was effectively naked down to the crease in my buttocks. 

Mistress Helen came around in front of me and, with the spot trained upon our faces, gave me a long, lingering kiss, inserting her tongue in my mouth hungrily, feeling for my studded tongue. Then she clicked her fingers, and Su-li appeared, holding a tray. From it, she took a single-strand, leather whip, a cruel implement I knew hurt a great deal.

She swished it through the air for the audience's benefit, and it made a frightening whistling sound.

'Hands on your head!' she ordered, and I complied.

The next swish was for real, and the wicked lash curled around my shoulder blades, stinging fiercely. I gasped, but knew my role.

'Thank you Mistress,' I said as clearly as I could.

She took aim and 'crack!' The awful thong fell a little lower down, and I could see the very end of the red welt it had left, curling around my flank to the side of my breast with the tip of the lash.

'Thank you, Mistress.' I could hear the audience gasp as I was struck – it was something between sympathy and lust, perhaps, who could tell?

The next stroke was more ferocious still, and I cried out in pain, as the dreadful sting of the lash transported me into that world where pain and ecstasy intertwine, where love for my Mistress starts to make her whip the most desirable thing on earth.

'Thank you, Mistress,' I cried out, 'please give me more.'

I don't think the audience could believe their ears at this, when I thought about it afterwards, but my Mistress whipped me viciously three more times. Some time, probably after the second stroke, my upwelling, insistent orgasm finally overtook me, and I almost blacked out as its sheer power blew me away. When, later, I got the chance to look at my back in the mirror, it was prettily striped, criss-crossed with red welts. She now made me sit on the couch, showing my wounded back to the audience, and beckoned to Astrid, who hobbled up to the stage in her tight skirt, running her hands up and down her slim body like an experienced stripper. There were clucks of approval as Mistress Helen handed her a jar of salve. 

She made a great show of anointing my back with it, and I really enjoyed her attention. She looked up at Mistress Helen, who nodded briefly, and she moved around to allow me to turn and face the audience. This done, she slowly pulled up the hem of my gown, revealing my glistening pussy. Obediently, I parted my legs, and, using the first two fingers of my right hand, parted my labia as wide as I could. My heavy silver chain trailed through my crack, but the dark steaming hole of my cunt was picked out by the spotlight, and Astrid dropped to her knees, straining the tightness of her skirt, which revealed her curves as though she were naked. She crept between my legs, and buried her face in my sopping pussy. I seconds I was nearing another climax, and this time the audience could not fail to be aware when I came. Astrid first plunged her long tongue deep into my cunt, then grabbed my chain between he teeth, pulling gently at my throbbing clitoris. I screamed as I came and my juices flowed copiously onto the velvet of the couch. There was a ripple of applause from the ladies around the table.

When, after a few moments to regain our control, we stood up, Helen led us from the stage, she said to both of us, 'You can both sleep with me tonight, girls, you were wonderful there!'

I felt very good after that, and determined to give Astrid as much pleasure as I could.

Dancing started, but I was too exhausted to do anything other than watch, as my friends enjoyed themselves.

I thought about Cindy, and Val, and Laura, and Mandy and Talia, above all Talia! How had Mistress Helen spirited her in to do her act? And would I see her again?

It had been quite an evening, and not a man in sight! Did that make me a lesbian? I really didn't know – nor care. I just longed for my Mistress's embraces.



Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 06



Everybody in this story is over 18, and you should be, too! It follows on in the sequence of stories about Diana, and is pure (or not so pure) fantasy. 

*

My life took a wholly unexpected turn in early spring that year, one that I could never have foreseen, or wished for. I was summoned in to see my Mistress one gloomy morning, rain beating against the windows, and she informed me, in a matter-of-fact voice, that she had an incurable disease, and had been given three weeks, at the most. She was going to a 'retreat' she said, in Sweden, where nobody knew her, to die in peace. She wanted no visitors, and would inform me of her last wishes by letter. Her will was in the hands of the company's solicitor.

I left her office reeling at the news, unable to take it in. My dear Mistress, whom I loved with all my heart, would be snatched from me so cruelly – I couldn't believe it. But after sobbing for an hour in my office, the door firmly locked, I went and knocked again at her door. No answer. I tried the door, and it swung open. Helen Barrington was gone, together with her briefcase and her coat. I rang reception, and was told that Donald, the chauffeur, had taken her to the airport.

When I got home, Astrid and Su-li were both shattered by the news as well, and I was in a daze for the next couple of weeks. I invited Astrid into my bed, and we made love, but almost mechanically, our grief at the impending loss of our beloved Mistress so hard to take. It was on a Saturday morning that the fateful message came through – I was asked to go into the office and meet our lawyer, Ms Templeton, at eleven, as Helen had died. I dressed in a sombre business suit and had Donald pick me up in good time. When I got to the office, the middle-aged but well-groomed Ms Templeton, surprisingly clad in a grey Armani suit, peach silk blouse and heels, greeted me with pleasant efficiency, and I ushered her into the conference room.

'Shouldn't the directors from City be present?' I asked, assuming that she was bringing bad news about Helen.

'No,' she said, 'I am carrying out Ms Barrington's last instructions. First of all, I have to inform you officially that she passed away peacefully last night.' She let that sink in, before continuing, 'It is my duty to inform you of the contents of her will.'

'Me?' I said, 'why me? Has she no family?'

Ms Templeton looked at me in a manner which seemed to say, 'shut up and don't interrupt again!' But she was too polite to say anything like that, and merely waited for me to stop, then said, 'Ms Barrington has, in her last will and testament, bequeathed her entire estate to Diana Carter – yourself, in fact, on one simple condition.'

I was completely and utterly bowled over. I just couldn't take it in at all, and it was only as an afterthought that I thought to ask what was the one condition.

'That you do not marry,' came the answer.

I was still in shock as Ms Templeton handed me a large envelope, then took her leave and left me to read the contents. It was a letter in Helen's beautiful, flowing hand.

My Darling Diana,

I am so sad to leave you like this, of course, but maybe it is for the best – I could never face growing old, anyway.

I leave you everything I have, as I have no family worth mentioning, and you are so dear to me. I know you will cherish my beloved Astrid, and carry on your good work with Su-li. I think you are perfectly suited to take on my role, both in the business and socially. I hope you will change nothing more than details for at least the first year you are in charge of the household. You must insist on being known as 'Miss Diana' at all times, and punish harshly any infractions. You will need to engage another slave as Astrid moves up a place. I suggest your old friend Cindy, who is already on our staff, but she must be made aware of the change in relationship, and I think this can only be done by a certain strictness in the way you treat her. I have almost always managed without recourse to male company, and Donald has been at my command, as he will be at yours, should any need arise.

In respect of my business dealings I have left matters in good order, I think, and you will not be called upon to do more than attend a few meetings, sign letters, and interview staff from time to time. The executives at City will deal with day-to-day matters admirably.

It remains for me to bid you farewell. I have loved you as a slave, and as my best friend

Your loving Mistress

Helen

I read through it twice, with tears staining the paper, then folded it and put it back in the envelope, called Donald, and asked him to take me home.

It wanted a bit of taking in. On the next Monday, I went through all the papers with the Company Accountant. I was extremely rich – rich beyond my wildest dreams.

I called Astrid into the office, having avoided telling her anything all weekend, and told her to sit down. I told her everything, and she just sat with her mouth open, listening. When I had finished, I half expected her to storm out, have a fit of temper, or something, but she calmly said, 'Congratulations, Mistress Diana,' and walked over to my side, standing beside my chair. I ran my hand around her smooth, slender thighs, and she bent down to kiss me. I let her insert her tongue in my mouth, feeling the tip of it encountering my silver stud, then I pushed her gently away, and told her to send Cindy in to see me.

'She isn't going to replace me, is she, Mistress Diana?' she said, her eyes wide.

'No, darling, of course not. You will be my number one slave and Su-li my personal servant - I leave you to tell Su-li, would you? If Cindy is satisfactory, she will be my second slave.'

Astrid tripped out of the office, a smile now on her face, but I called her back at the door.

'Jealousy doesn't suit you, Astrid. I shall have to punish you later.'

'Yes, Mistress Diana,' she said, and curtsied prettily.

Cindy looked around the door five minutes later.

'Hi, Di!' she called, brightly.

I set my face as sternly as I could. I was going to have to get used to this.

'Sit down, Cindy.' She sensed a change in our relationship without my having to say anything else.

'What's wrong? What's happened?'

I told her. She listened, her mouth dropping open as I moved on from Helen's untimely death to the part where she had left me everything, and looked about her with a new understanding at the palatial office we were occupying.

'Wow!' she said.

'You understand, I think, that we cannot be friends again, Cindy, don't you?' I said.

She nodded dumbly.

'It doesn't mean I think any less of you, and it's important you know that. It's just that my role has changed dramatically. Do you understand?'

'Yes.'

'Yes, Mistress!'

'She looked at me and paused to think before replying, 'Yes, Mistress.'

'Mistress Helen suggested that I offer you a position as one of my slaves. Do you want that?'

'And if I don't accept?'

'You go on working here in the office, and no hard feelings, Cindy.'

'I'll give it some thought, Mistress.'

She left, and I thought I had detected a touch of irony as she uttered that final 'Mistress.'

It was no surprise, then, when she called me later, and politely declined my offer, and I was secretly relieved, but wondered whom I should invite to take the position, until Astrid made a suggestion in the car on the way home.

'What about the girl who did the striptease at Mistress Helen's last show? You know, Mistress, the one in the long velvet dress. Would she be interested? I think you know her, don't you?'

God, I thought, Talia, if only! I just daren't believe she would want to come, but if she did, I'd be so happy. I was surprised that Astrid had suggested her – maybe she had wanted to show me that she wasn't jealous after all. I leaned over and kissed her as Donald turned into my driveway.

'I may not need to punish you after all, darling,' I said.

'Oh, Mistress, I think I deserve to be punished, really,' she replied.

Remembering my late Mistress's customs, I called Su-li as soon as I got in and had her lay out my evening clothes for me. A long, flowing grey silk gown, halter-necked and backless, with a pair of silver stilettos, was the sum-total of my apparel for the evening, and as the little Chinese maid was straightening the dress on my bed, I checked to ensure that she was correctly attired. She wore, as usual, a black silky miniskirt, white peasant blouse and black patent stilettos.

'Come here, girl,' I told her, and when she did, I pulled down the elasticated top of her blouse.

'And where are your clamps?' I demanded.

'I…I thought you wouldn't insist, I mean now that Mistress Helen………' she didn't complete the sentence. 

'Su-li. In the evenings, when I am in the house, you will wear nipple clamps at all times. Is that understood?'

'Yes Mistress!'

'Then fetch me the crop.'

'Yes Mistress.' She walked over to the wardrobe, and took the long leather crop from where it hung, and then bent over the arm of the couch, raising her skirt.

'No, my dear, stand up, and take off your blouse!' I told her, and she turned and looked at me with eyes like saucers, but did as I told her.

'Stand by the bed, and hold on to the post,' I said, and she did so, her arms now reaching above her head, long mane of black hair trailing down her back to her waist. I caught it up, and threw it over her shoulder, so that the white flesh of her back was presented to me, then I took aim and lashed her hard across the soft tender flesh of her upper back, just below her shoulder blades. She flinched and let out a small cry of 'oh' as I saw an angry red welt appear, the serrations of the crop now indented prettily on her young skin. I thrashed her again, enjoying my role more with each stroke, feeling the warm dampness between my legs that I knew was even now reflected in what Su-li was feeling, as the agony of the whip mingled with an ecstasy no-one who hasn't felt it can understand.

When I judged she had had enough, I told her to get dressed, and go and find Astrid, whilst I changed. 

Astrid's arrival was heralded by the clanking of her chains. She hadn't forgotten to shackle her ankles in the approved manner, and I saw that she had put on the regulation transparent gown that slaves were required to wear whenever the Mistress was at home.

'I love you, Astrid, you are a very good slave,' I told her, 'and I know you will serve me as you served Mistress Helen. I shall not punish you tonight.'

She looked almost crestfallen at that news – there was, I knew, nothing she looked forward to more than the ritual of a whipping – but I had just punished Su-li, and was tired after an exhausting day, so I rang for Su-li to serve us dinner, then invited Astrid into my bed for the night.

The next day, I left instructions for Su-li to move all my things into the Mistress's suite, and resolved to try and solve the problem of another slave. 

I called Louis, at our City office, once my boss, but now, bizarrely, my junior, thanks to Helen's testament. He promised to have a word with Talia for me that morning, and seemed to think it was only a question of money.

Sure enough, my phone rang an hour later. It was Talia.

'Can I come and see you?'

'When can you make it?'

'I'm free – whenever you like.'

'I'll see you at three then, if that's OK, Talia.'

By three o'clock I was installed in what had been Helen Barrington's enormous office, and felt conspicuous, sat behind the vast teak desk, when Astrid, who acted as my secretary during the day, brought in Talia, dressed in a grey pleated skirt and matching jacket, over a black silk blouse. I took in her black seamed stockings and ultra-high heels, but it was her eyes, with their feline sensuality, that always did it for me with Talia – the eyes, and her natural, lithe, graceful body, which no clothes could ever disguise. I couldn't see her, not for a moment, without wanting her, wanting to penetrate her hot, demanding cunt with my tongue, to feel her forcing her way into my anus, to have those sharp, pointed, firm breasts in my grasp, to………..

But my imagination was running wild, and Talia was patiently waiting while I pretended to be taking down a telephone message, all the time studying her over my 

unnecessary half-moon glasses.

'Hello, Talia,' I said, 'thank you for coming in.'

'That's OK. I believe you want to talk to me about a job?'

'Talia,' I said, 'it's more than a job, and when I've told you what it entails, you may not want to come.'

'Louis has told me what has happened,' she said, helpfully.

'So I've no need to tell you the background, then,' I said.

'No.'

'This might sound pompous, Talia, but my new position here, and the terms of my late Mistress's will and testament, require me to take on an additional slave. I know absolutely nobody I would rather have than you.' I paused to let that sink in, and Talia shuffled about on her chair. 

'I will detail the requirements of the position, then you can either decide to go immediately, or, if you are interested, you can ask me any questions you wish.'

'You are certainly a very different Diana from the one I knew a few months ago,' smiled Talia.

'Not in every way,' I replied, 'but I've had to change a little, yes.' 

I became businesslike, and started to read from a list I had prepared:-

'If you accept the position, you will be one of two slaves, living with me at my home, and coming to work with me as and when I so wish.

You will dress according to my wishes at all times, but never wear underclothes.

When I am at home, your ankles must be shackled, and you will wear a long, transparent gown from a selection which will be provided.

You will have few domestic duties, as a servant is provided for that purpose. You may occasionally be required to discipline her, and participate in her training.

You will be provided with luxurious accommodation, an excellent wardrobe, and a negotiable salary. 

You will be expected to sleep with your Mistress when so required, otherwise, you may sleep alone, or with your fellow slave.

We do not normally have male company, but should you feel the need, my chauffeur Donald will be only too pleased to comply.

You will submit to punishment as decreed by your Mistress, or by anyone designated by her, or to whom she sees fit to loan you.

You will refer to your Mistress in private always as "Mistress Diana." '

I looked up and saw that Talia was looking at me, her cat's eyes slightly narrowed, lips slightly apart, not really giving much away.

'Well?' I said.

'I will come to you, Mistress Diana,' she said, slowly, 'you may do with me as you please.'

I looked at her and smiled.

'You have nothing to fear from me, Talia. Please go now, with Astrid, who will show you to your office.'

I rang for Astrid, and, when she came, told her that Talia was joining us. She seemed quite pleased. I saw neither of them until I got home that evening, as Donald took them home at the usual time, while I stayed on to sign letters and attend to more paperwork.

When I got home, Su-li was fussing around, eager to please me, and had already prepared my clothes for the evening.

'Thank you, Su-li,' I told her, and I'm sorry if I was harsh with you last night.'

'Oh no, Mistress Diana,' she said, in a small voice, 'I live for the feel of your whip. Please look!' She quickly unbuttoned the white silk blouse she was wearing, and I saw that she had her silver nipple clamps tightened down hard onto the long nipples which jutted from her tiny breasts.

'You may kiss my pussy, Su-li,' I said.

'Thank you Mistress,' she replied, and immediately got down on all fours beside the couch I had sat on the shuck off my office shoes. I opened my legs, and pulled her head up between them so that she was instantly devouring my hungry sex. I caressed her silken hair as her tongue found my hardening clit, flicking and lapping alternately, then she plunged it as deep as she could, deep, deep into my soaking cunt, and I pulled her hard into me as she brought me to a surging climax.

Then I pushed her gently away. 'I want your tongue pierced in the next week, Su-li, and you might as well have your clit-hood done while you're at it, OK?'

'But….but, won't it hurt, Mistress Diana?'

'It hardly hurts at all, my dear, and, anyway, I thought you liked pain?'

She grinned, and curtsied prettily as she left my room.

While I dressed I thought about what I ought to do to stamp my authority on the household. I had one idea: I would have something done that had been pending for some time. I would have Astrid branded, and, while I was at it, Talia could be marked too.

I put on another elegant long gown, this time a burgundy creation open at the front down to the waist, and went down to inner, which Su-li had told me was almost ready.

My two slaves were already there waiting for me, and we ate in peace, and then retired to the lounge for coffee. There, they sat on the biggest couch, one either side of me, each content to be silent for a while, until Astrid finally spoke.

'Mistress Diana?' she said softly.

'Yes, darling?'

'You said you would punish me. It's been a long time since…….' She let the sentence hang, but I knew she hadn't been whipped since Mistress Helen fell ill, and that she needed pain, probably more than I did.

'I'm still better at taking than giving,' I said, 'I'm not sure I'll make a very good Mistress.'

'Oh, Mistress Diana, you will!' said Astrid, 'please let me show you what Mistress Helen used to do to me.'

I wasn't sure I wanted to follow all Helen's methods, but Astrid had asked, so I decided to let her show me. Wearing her long translucent blue gown, hr ankles shackled together with a short, heavy chain, she stood, and called for Su-li to fetch a large jug of water. She quivered with anticipation until the little Asian returned, then she took the jug from her, held it up head-high and tipped it down over her body, making sure it drenched her dress thoroughly. Putting the jug down she smoothed her now soaked gown around her slender body, so that her breasts and hip-bones stood out sharply against the completely transparent material.

'Get me another jug!' she told Su-li, and the girl scurried off. 

Again Astrid tipped the contents over her gown, and now she shuddered as her whole body was moulded by the sopping silk. Running her hand up and down her body in ecstasy, she said, 'Please pull down the chains, Mistress Diana.'

I reached for the handset and pressed the buzzer to control the chains which would descend from the ceiling. Meanwhile, Astrid had shuffled over to the sideboard, hampered by her shackles, and returned, with a singletail whip between her teeth.

'Please strip me now Mistress,' she said, and I slipped the straps from her shoulders, and dragged the soaked gown down over her hips and off. Her naked body glistened wet under the lights, and the whip would sting all the more. She was shivering as I cuffed her to the overhead chains, though whether entirely from cold, or whether from anticipation of the pain and excitement, there was no way of telling.

'I'm going to hurt you,' I told her.

'Yes, Mistress Diana,' she said, 'hurt me!' Her eyes beseeched me.

I stepped back a pace, an allowed the whip to whistle through the air so that he could hear it before she felt it, and heard a sharp intake of breath. I came up to her and kissed her, letting my studded tongue linger in her mouth, then stood back again and whipped her, the long thong snaking around her back, causing a lovely red stripe to appear as it did so. She squirmed under the lash, as I gave her stroke after stroke, making sure she never knew where the next was coming. The singletail would do no lasting damage, but made a pretty pattern of red welts when I laid it on hard across her buttocks, and reddened her belly and breasts when I attacked her more sensitive parts. 




Diana's Dark Desires Ch. 06



After a few minutes, I heard her give a long, drawn-out, 'ooooh!' and when I was about to check if she had cum, I saw to my amusement that a stream of her juices was oozing visibly down the inside of her thigh. She had, in fact, 'squirted!'

I turned to look at Talia, and saw that her gown was up around her waist, and she had both hand between her legs, her mouth open, eyes shut, her whole body shuddering, in the obvious throes of an orgasm.

I took Astrid down, and told Su-li to wrap her in a robe. Then I whispered to her that she was to take Su-li to bed that night.

'Oh, Mistress Diana, I had hoped to sleep in your bed.'

'Would you deny Talia, on her first night?' I asked her.

'No, of course not,' she smiled.

'By the way,' I said, 'you're both going to the Chapel on Friday.'

She did a double-take at that, knowing its significance, and held onto the table for support, but then recovered and said. 'Thank you Mistress, I'll be very proud.' 

When Astrid had gone up to bed, I had time alone with Talia – we were, for a short time, not Mistress and slave, but old friends again, reliving times past, when we had first met, and our wild parties at Laura's flat.

But Talia's shackles were a reminder of our new relationship, and I think she liked the idea of being my slave.

I took off her ankle restraints when we went to bed, and we both donned short silk slips when we climbed into my capacious bed, between the satin sheets. Talia flipped lithely around into a '69' position without having to be asked, and was soon toying with the ring in my clit-hood, while I had three fingers buried deep in the velvet tunnel of her anus, which I knew she adored. Her tongue lapped expertly through the soaking pool of my vagina, which had been eagerly awaiting attention ever since I had whipped Astrid – even before that, if truth be known, when I had seen her lovely body encased in wet silk. When she plunged her tongue hard into my fuckhole, I cried out and raked her slim thighs with my long nails, as a massive orgasm finally overtook me.

We slept in each others' arms until my alarm woke us at seven.

At breakfast, I announced that it would be nice to have a 'restraint day' – and that I would see that we all dressed accordingly. I whispered instructions to Su-li, and went to my room to comply.

By the time I had fished out all the clothes I needed, Su-li was back, having attended to my slaves, and I asked her to lace me into the stiffly whale-boned black satin corset I had put on. When she had done so, my waist was reduced nicely, but I could hardly breathe. My breasts exposed, but were pushed up and only required the gold nipple-clamps I was now fixing in place, connected by a fine gold chain. I cinched seamed black stockings to the garter straps of my corset and stepped into immoderately high stiletto-heeled, platform-soled shoes. Then I wriggled into one of the knee-length black skirts Helen had had specially made for her slaves, so tight it was almost impossible to walk normally. I slipped on a silk blouse, then I had a sudden thought, and told Su-li to go and fetch the slaves to me. When they came to my room, I thought they looked gorgeous in their 'restraint' gear, but told them both to take their skirts off again and handed them each a set of Chinese cunt-balls.

'Here,' I said, 'wear these all day – should be fun!'

When we trooped out to the car, my pussy was tingling at the sight of my two slaves, mincing along in their hobble-skirts, on their high heels, knowing they were in as much discomfort as I was. Discomfort, I thought, could be very sexy.

I saw very little of either girl during the day, and Astrid had to go to the dentist at closing time, so I rode home with Talia. She was silent most of the way, but, just as we neared home she said, a bit shyly, 'Can I say something, Mistress Diana?'

She was glancing towards Donald, so I took the hint and pressed the button to raise the partition between us.

'Thank you,' she said, 'but walking around like this, I've got so fucking horny, I just wondered if………..well, if you could do anything for me when we get home – that's if you don't mind, of course!'

I laughed. 'I should think I can do something to help, darling. Come to my room, will you, as soon as we get in?'

I had an idea – something I had picked up from my late Mistress – which I thought might well do the trick.

When we got to my room, and wriggled out of our skirts, I told her to strip, while I fished around in my drawer, my back to Talia. I found what I was seeking - a box of drawing pins, and scattered them liberally on the glass surface.

I also found a big strap-on dildo, and stepped into its harness, still in my corset, by which time Talia was naked but for her shoes.

'Kneel in front of the table,' I told her, and when she did so, she saw what I had done. Her eyes widened when she realised what I was about to oblige her to do.

She knelt, looking at me anxiously over her shoulder, as I tightened the strap-on's harness.

Kneeling behind her, I pushed her torso hard down onto the table, and she gasped as the myriad pins bit into her tender flesh. I parted her legs and, crooking my forefinger, thrust it into the hot moistness of her vagina, pulling out the Chinese balls which she had worn all day.

Brutally, I thrust the big plastic cock straight into her now-vacant cunt, deep as it would go, right to the very limit, and heard her gasp again at the force of my penetration. But I was only seeking to lubricate the artificial member, as I knew which hole it was that Talia favoured, and withdrew slowly, then speared her gaping, waiting arsehole, which she had offered to me, stretching the globes of her buttocks wide apart with both hands, simultaneously pressing her body hard down onto the cruel, lacerating pins, and sliding her body gently back and forth to exacerbate the effect.

She screamed, whether from the pain, or the ecstasy, or a combination of the two, she couldn't even tell me later, but I drove the whole length of the big dildo hard and deep into her tunnel, which seemed alternately to grip and then release the artificial cock. My hand went to my pussy as I fucked her, and I teased my clit until it was rock-hard. 

'Oh, Mistress Diana, I'm cumming!' yelled Talia, and I knew that I was, too, when a long, drawn-out moan signalled her climax, and she couldn't even find the energy to get up from the cruel table-top I had prepared for her.

Eventually, I gently pulled her away, and helped her pick off the pins which had stuck into her flesh, then fetched antiseptic lotion for the many little wounds all over her body.

'That was wonderful, Mistress Diana, thank you!' she said, and we kissed for a long time before I told her to go and dress.

Friday evening. I had warned Donald to be prepared to take us in the limousine to the Chapel that evening, and gave Su-li instructions to prepare the two slaves for their special event. I was determined to maintain my late Mistress's insistence on ritual, which I knew heightened sexual tension for all concerned.

I dressed with a great deal of care myself, not wishing to look like a stereotype of any kind. After fussing for a long time with my make-up, I decided on a Lagerfeld dress, a short white chiffon affair, with a full, mid-thigh-length skirt, light as a summer breeze, which I wore over white stockings held up by a white satin garter belt, my only underwear. I brushed my hair until it shone, left it loose, and put on a pair of long white satin gloves. The mirror told me what I wanted to know – I looked every inch a lady, even if my stilettos may have been a little high.

After a while, the clicking of their metal stilettos on the tiled floor announced the slaves' approach, and I answered Su-li's knock with a brisk, 'Come!'

I had a good look at the two slaves, and liked what I saw.

They were identically prepared, their hair pinned up in French twists, their make-up carefully applied.

Both wore long, sheer black nylon gowns, with halter necks and fur trim at the hem, tied behind their necks with bows, which revealed every detail of their young, slender bodies beneath. They each wore a broad leather collar with a heavy metal ring set into it, and matching wrist and ankle cuffs. Glinting under their gowns could be seen heavy silver waist-chains. In Talia's case, as she had a clit ring, Su-li had connected the loose end of the chain to it with a shorter, fine loop of silver chain – a charming touch, I thought.

I thought they both looked lovely, and told Su-li she had done well, and that she could come with us to the Chapel. Then I gave each slave a full-length mink coat to wear, as we should have to cross the street when we reached the Chapel, but for the time that we were not in the public eye, I clipped a silver-studded leather leash into each of their collars, and prepared to lead them out to the waiting limo, carrying a heavy bag I needed. 

When we got to the car, I checked with the faithful Donald that he had everything prepared at the Chapel.

'Yes, Mistress Diana,' he said, 'it's all ready – and, by the way, you look ravishing, if I may say so.'

'You may, Donald, thank you,' I said, thinking I should have to give him some sort of reward later.

When we parked opposite the Chapel, the girls wrapped their coats about them, and I threw a stole around my shoulders, as we trooped across the road. When Donald had locked us into the cold old stone building, I led us down into the ancient crypt, once again clipping the girls' leashes into the rings on their collars. Our heels clicked resonantly on the uneven stone floor, but it was warmer as we descended the staircase.

The reason was soon apparent, as Donald flipped on the light. Talia's eyes widened and she started to tremble when she saw the brazier, its purpose all too obvious, hot coals glowing red, irons projecting upwards at angles. Astrid knew all too well what was in store, and was surprisingly calm.

On my instructions, Donald had suspended a wooden beam right across the crypt, just above shoulder-height. Into it were set, at intervals, metal rings, from which he had hung snap-links.

I took the slaves' coats from them and pushed them into position under the beam. With Donald's help, I clipped their wrist-cuffs to the snap-links, so that they were each presented, crucifixion-style, just in contact with the floor.

I moved behind them, and flipped open the bows on their gowns, which fell to the floor in a whisper of thin nylon, leaving them naked and defenceless. I then told Su-li to clip their ankle-cuffs to the floor-rings which coincided.

I turned to Donald, to tell him he had done well with the arrangements, and noticed that hi mouth was open, poor lamb, and he was having difficulty concealing an erection that tented his trousers.

I rummaged in my bag, and found what I was looking for.

'You first,' I told Astrid, and made her gasp as I seized her nipples and applied the standard nipple-clamps, screwing them down hard, until she groaned. Then I hung a heavy weight on the connecting silver chain.

'That will help concentrate your mind,' I said, then went on to give Talia similar treatment, before I took my bag around behind their backs, deliberately out of their line of sight.

I took out my favourite, long, thin, leather crop, and, without warning, lashed Astrid hard across her lovely back.

'Oh,oh, Mistress,' she cried, in shock, and, before what I had done had time to register, I did the same for Talia, who was similarly surprised. Then I came around in front of them and whipped both of them twice, hard across the tops of their breasts, until I saw tears spring from Astrid's eyes.

I threw down the crop, and kissed them both in turn, and then said, 'Are you ready?'

'Yes, Mistress Diana,' they replied, almost in unison, and I went to the brazier, where I found an iron which bore my initials 'DC' with the image of a riding crop below it. It sizzled nicely as I took it out of the coals.

Although my own brand was on the inside of my thigh, I wanted to mark my slaves' buttocks. I checked to see that the brand wasn't actually glowing red, waited a few moments, and then thrust it hard against Astrid's tender flesh. She screamed and passed out instantly, as, a few moment later, did Talia, when I repeated the treatment. Gently, I took them down, and lay them face-down on couches I had prepared, and applied gauze antiseptic dressings. 

There was a spare mattress in the corner, and, smiling, I told Donald, who had helped me lift the girls down, 'They're going to be out for a while. I think you and Su-li can let off a bit of steam, while I go get a coffee?'

She was helping him pull out the mattress as I left the crypt.