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For Love, and Money Ch. 01

By: mollyj



Chapter 01: The Chicks Aren't Free

Beth was quite happy, as she drove to work in her new car. She had picked it up at the garage where she stored it. It was a real drag she couldn't drive it home when she visited her parents. There was no way she could tell her parents she could afford a nicer car than they could.

Beth would be driving for an hour, to get to her job. Her new sports car could get there, much faster than she was driving. She enjoyed the drive. She liked to take her time.

The estate was tucked into the mountains. Fifty miles from the city. The estate was quite large. There were no neighbors, for many miles around. The estate was gated and guarded. It was like a completely different world.

Once she entered the estate, her world would change. Beth loved her job. To say she was a prostitute, would be accurate. The term did little to describe her job, at the estate. It would be more, accurate to say, she was a professional sex slave.

She would turn twenty one, this month. She still did not have the courage to tell her parents, about her job. She wanted to tell them. She also wanted to share some of her wealth, with them. They struggled over finances, so much. She wanted to say.

"Here's a few thousand dollars. I make more money than dad does."

At first, it was all about money. At an early age, Beth decided she would not live in poverty, like her parents. At an early age she became aware of the fact, she had a gold mine between her legs. She earned her first money, from sex, at eighteen. Right after her high school, graduation.

She had only waited that long because of her parents. She had never been able to defy them. They completely ran her life. They were quite strict.

She let her uncle, play with her tits. He gave her a fifty-dollar bill. The money was exciting. The sex act was not. Beth didn't find any sexual pleasure, standing next to her uncle, as he played with her tits, and masturbated.

One day, her uncle said, he would give her, a hundred-dollar bill, if she would use her hand on his penis. Beth was fascinated, feeling it swell as she jacked him off. She watched in amazement as he ejaculated all over her hand. He said he would give her another fifty, if she would lick it and her hand clean.

It was her first taste of semen. The taste excited her. She loved the salty taste, of the sticky liquid. Beth loved the money more. Her uncle became a regular source of income for her.

Her biggest problem at the time, was how to hide her wealth from her parents. Her lusty uncle was spending about two hundred dollars a week, using her to get him off. At first it was hand jobs. It progressed to blow jobs in no time at all.

Her uncles fondling and sexual play did have an effect on Beth. She would leave her uncle and go directly to bed. She would masturbate through the night.

Her hand brought her pleasure. It didn't bring her satisfaction. She knew she would have to lose her virginity soon. The sexual fire in her vagina demanded it.

Beth had no intention of giving it up for free. Beth gathered her courage one day. She stood close to her uncle.

"I know you want more of me, than my mouth."

"Yes. I do."

As he spoke, he slipped his hand between her legs. He stroked her vagina.

"How much will you pay me, to come to your bed? I'm a virgin. It only happens once."

Her uncle smiled, as he continued to fondle her between her legs.

"I'll give you a thousand dollars to be the first one."

Beth's head reeled at the thought, of that much money. Beth now knew she had sold herself cheaply. At the time it was more money than she could think about.

The event was more exciting in her mind than the act was. Beth had been excited all week waiting for her overnight with her uncle.

She was supposed to be overnight with her friend. Beth had paid her friend to cover for her. Her friend sold out cheap. Beth spent twenty dollars for her cover story.

Her uncle began to play with her body the minute she entered the room. Beth's passion was high before she got there. Her uncle's hands and mouth, raised it higher.

Beth felt as if she would be raped before she could sit down. Beth used her hands on her uncle's erection just to give herself some time to relax. She was mostly apprehensive about the mechanics of sex. She had been told all of her life losing her virginity would be painful.

Beth fended off her uncle's lust as long as she could. She managed to consume enough alcohol to relax. Beth stood up and smiled, at her uncle.

"I'll get ready for bed. I'll be right back."

Beth had brought a sexy baby doll nightgown. Her lust began to build as she changed into the sexy outfit. Up until this minute her relationship with her uncle had nothing to do with sex for her.

The only sex in the act was her uncles. For Beth it was mechanical and profitable. Beth stood before the mirror in her baby dolls. As she viewed herself in the mirror it became sexual for her.

Beth was in full sexual arousal. She flushed with excitement and vaginal secretions. Her panties were wet when she had entered the room. Her uncle became enraged with lust at the sight of her. He was not gentle. It was more like rape than seduction.

Beth was glad he was into oral sex. He rudely stripped off her damp panties. He had her on her back, on the couch, almost immediately.

He licked her and kissed her between her legs. He really had no idea, how to arouse a woman with his mouth. Her uncle's desire was to taste her cunt and lick her maidenhead before he took it. Beth became more aroused, as she received her uncle's mouth, on her open vagina.

Her uncle was going to take her, right then. Beth pushed him back as she rose up on her knees.

"Do you think I'm pretty, uncle Bob?"

Beth took off the baby doll top.

"Do you like my tit's?"

As she spoke, she crawled up into her uncle's arms. She put her tits in front of his face. Her uncle orally assaulted her tits. He came almost at once as she masturbated him.

Beth lowered her head. She took his softening erection into her mouth as she sucked his last spasms. She licked him and her hand clean.

Beth took his hand and led him, to the bedroom. Beth took his clothes off. She climbed up to him on her knees.

"I'm so excited. I have to touch myself."

Beth lay back on the pillows as she masturbated with her legs open. Her uncle's lustful gaze excited her. Beth was already aroused when she started her masturbation.

Beth began to moan and rock her hips. She was close to orgasm, when her uncle's lust took control. Her uncle climbed up, between her legs. Nothing could stop him. Neither his nieces fear nor her fragile maidenhead. He took her virginity in one full thrust.

Beth felt the small pain from the torn piece of skin. The stretching of her vagina was quite uncomfortable. She lost a lot of her lust with the intrusion of the erection into her virginal vagina.

Beth found no passion in the act. She was happy when her uncle ejaculated in her. It was over quite fast. Beth had expected a night of sex. When her uncle had expended his lust his energy went with it. Her uncle slept through the night. He even missed her masturbation, next to his sleeping body.

CHAPTER

Beth was lightly stroking herself, as she drove. She wasn't raising her passion. She was just enjoying the pleasant sensations. Her passion would rise, when she got to the estate. She loved her job. She loved the money, more.

Beth drove, as she thought about the road that led her to this job. After her thousand-dollar night, her uncle was not so generous. He didn't want her overnight. Beth could always stop by his house and walk out with a hundred dollars for a blow job. Or, two hundred dollars for a quick fuck. A quick fuck was all her uncle was up to.

It was just after she turned nineteen, she found out about the varsity house parties at the university. Women were allowed in free. They could drink as much beer as they wanted.

There was always a blow job room in the back. It was understood, that the women in it would give a blow job, for fifty dollars. Beth spent most of her Friday and Saturday nights, sitting in the back room stripped to the waist. She would drink enough to get tipsy, then go to the back room to make her money.

There was no sex in it, from Beth's point of view. She would stay half drunk and perform for the boys. Sometimes she had to work to get them off. Most of the time she was finished in no time at all. Occasionally they came before she could get it into her mouth.

Beth would wash the taste of semen out of her mouth with beer and wait for her next fifty dollars. Beth could count on five hundred dollars a night. Some nights she made over a thousand.

It all changed when she met Rick. Rick entered the room. He looked around at the young women in the room. Beth knew he was not just one of the students. He was dressed well, and he was not drunk.

After surveying the women, he walked up to Beth. Beth knelt up, to open his pants.

"You're selling yourself cheap. Get dressed. I'll pay you, five hundred dollars, to have dinner with me, right now. If we have sex, after dinner, I'll pay you another, five hundred dollars. If you agree to work for me after our dinner, I'll give you a another thousand dollars."

Beth had a shadow of fear in her eyes, when she looked up at Rick.

"Nothing strange, weird, or kinky. It's straight up, business. You can make much more money working for me, than you can giving blow jobs here. Are you hungry for some real food?"

Rick held out his hand. Beth felt good about taking it, as she raised up to her feet. Beth dressed quickly. That was the last fraternity party she ever went to.

Beth had dinner with Rick. She had gentle sex with him. She left with a new boss and two thousand dollars. It was the first real sex she ever had. She was in heaven as Rick brought up her passion. She found the pleasure she had been sure came from sex.

After her first meeting with Rick, she spent every weekend at one of Rick's party houses. She got a thousand dollars a night for just being there. She split any money she made, turning tricks at the house, with Rick.

She usually made, five thousand dollars, a night. Some nights, with tips, she made ten thousand dollars. Laying on her back at the party house, was good for a thousand dollars. Five hundred for her, and five hundred for Rick.

Rick arranged for a cover job. He supplied her a bookkeeper, and a foreign bank account. Before she was nineteen, she was making more money than her father. Most of her income was tax free.

Her job at the party houses was usually light and easy. Her primary job was entertaining the customers. She walked around, the party house naked. She flirted with the men and some of the women. Hand jobs were part of the service.

They were free, although most of them produced a tip. She kept the tips. She only shared the money with Rick from the tricks she turned. That all changed soon. One night Rick ordered her to his home instead of the party house.

That usually meant, he had a special customer for her to escort and fuck. She loved the special customers. They took her to the best restaurants, to the best hotels, and they paid the best.

Beth was nearing the estate. Her passion was rising. She began to actively masturbate. Just remembering that night with Rick, was more exciting than any of the sex she had at the party houses. She sometimes got a little shuddering orgasm if the men took enough time with her. They rarely did.

None of them were ever like the orgasms she had that night. Rick met her at the door. He was alone. He was dressed casually. He escorted her to a back room in his plush house. Rick and Beth had a nice meal with light easy talk.

After dinner, Rick took her to the den. Through the meal he had fed her wine. In the den, he served her an alcohol drink. It tasted good, and went down easy.

"I've asked you here tonight, to discuss your job. You've been riding the gravy train on nothing, except your sweet innocence. When you started you looked and acted like a girl. As you know, that alone is worth a lot of money."

Rick began to kiss her and to fondle her intimately. Beth had always been aroused by Rick. Rick spoke firmly.

"Strip. Take it all off."

Beth complied. She stood naked in front of Rick. Rick pulled Beth down onto her knees in front of him

"You no longer look like a girl. You no longer act like a girl."

Rick squeezed Beth's tits, firmly.

"These tits belong to a young woman."

He fondled her ass.

"This ass and these thighs belong to a real woman. Your cute and innocent days are over. You no longer fit in at the party houses, you have been working at."

Beth began to cry softly.

"I have other houses. They're whorehouses. You'll still make good money. You won't make as much money as you have been making."

Beth continued to cry. She did not want to be just a common whore working in a common whorehouse. She liked the elegance and class, of the party houses. And, their rich customers.

"I also have a few specialty houses. You would make as much money in those specialty houses as you are making now. The work is harder."

Rick held her close, as she cried.

"Tonight I'm going to give you a special job interview. If you pass the test you will be working in my specialty house. If not, you'll work in my whorehouses and escort services. Or, we'll part company."

Beth was in tears, as she spoke.

"What do I have to do?"

Rick stood up. He stripped to the waist. He spoke with a smile

"It's simple. You do exactly what you are told to do."

Ricks eyes were glowing brightly. He was breathing heavily. The look in Rick's eyes scared Beth. He was no longer bright and easy.

Rick walked up to Beth from behind her. He slipped a ball gag into her mouth. He bound her hands behind her back. Rick pulled Beth to a small stage area. He turned on stage lighting.

"First, your screen test."

Beth was lying on her side. Rick walked around her with a camera, taking pictures.

"The tears are good."

Rick pulled her up, onto to her knees. Beth was flushed with sexual energy. She had begun to flush when she was bound and gagged. She got hotter as Rick snapped the pictures. Rick stroked her wet vagina.

"You're on first base. You like being on stage."

Rick circled her, continuing to flash the camera.

"You are entering the world of master and slave. I'm the master. You're the slave. Your first lesson is, your master is in charge. You will first, learn respect. You will then learn obedience."

Rick pushed Beth onto her stomach. He beat her with his belt. The beating had no sexual overtones. Rick was methodical in his lashing.

He concentrated on her ass. He also covered her back and upper thighs with bright red splotches. Beth screamed behind the gag. She kicked her feet. She tried to roll away. Rick put his foot on her back. She was unable to do anything but scream and kick.

Rick pulled Beth's hair away from her face. He walked around her taking pictures. Rick pulled Beth back up onto her knees. He took more pictures. Rick placed a collar around Beth's neck.

"Now you will learn obedience."

Rick walked around Beth's kneeling crying form. Rick used the whip, as he spoke out harsh commands. He applied one lash for each command.

"Sit up straight. Hold your shoulders up. Push your tits out. Legs apart."

Beth complied with each command. With each lash she got more aroused. The tears began to subside. The moisture was moving from her eyes to her vagina.

Beth had never been aroused like this before. Rick took more pictures. He knelt down and stroked her vagina. Beth's vagina was wet, and open.

"It looks like you are still on the gravy train."

There was nothing gentle about Rick that night. He was hard and harsh. Rick kept her passion up with the whip. He took her passion from her wither she wanted to give it to him or not.

Beth had several powerful orgasms that night. She was subjected to Rick's will. Throughout the night Rick took pictures of Beth. He photographed her in various restraints and forms of bondage. Rick used the whip to obtain her obedience.

Her first whipping, would leave bruises. After that, the whip was used to produce welts. Bright red welts, that photographed so well.

Beth was still turned on in the morning. Beth masturbated several times that day just thinking about her night of bondage with Rick. That week, she waited for her first night at the specialty house with a certain amount of fear. She was sexually excited all week long.

Beth was nearing the estate. Beth was also nearing her orgasm. Beth slowed the car down as she sped her masturbation up. Beth was still shuddering from her small pleasant orgasm when she pulled into the back of the estate. She parked in the employee's parking space.

Beth smiled, as she looked around. The employee's cars were as classy as the client's cars would be, when they began to arrive in a couple of hours.

She had time to get something to eat, get a hot tub, and visit the beautician before she was on duty. The evening would be catered. The kitchen was always filled with wonderful food. Beth ate well then headed for the hot tub.

Beth slid into the hot tub. She was still sexually charged. Tonight she would be on display. Beth always got more excited, when she was put on display. She was sure the first night with Rick would not have been as exciting if he was not photographing her job interview.

Beth began to masturbate as she remembered her first night, at the specialty house. She was on display that night. The specialty house was set up with the theme of a slave auction house. The slaves were auctioned off as the clients arrived. Beth was a new girl. They auctioned off the new girls later in the evening.

Beth had been dressed in a costume that night. Costumes became a regular part of her job, every since. She had been dressed in a garter belt and red silk stockings. Her heels were black. They buckled around her ankles. She was dressed in a plain white bra and panties set. Her skirt reached modestly to just above her knees.

The skirt was slightly flared. It did nothing to emphasize her hips or her ass. Her blouse was a short sleeved plain white blouse. The blouse was conservatively cut. Both the skirt and blouse buttoned up the front. The outfit was complete with the addition of a modestly wide black leather belt.

Beth had been sent onto the floor to serve drinks while the first slaves were auctioned off. Many of the regular girls had regular customers. Those women were sold for the night early and cheap.

Beth endured the grasping hands of the customers, both male and female. As the evening progressed the crowd became larger.

Without warning two barely dressed large men grabbed Beth. They drug her onto the stage. Beth struggled. She was no match for the two men. Beth was put on the stage before the slave trader.

"Leave me alone. Get away from me."

The two men held her struggling form. One man grabbed her hands by the wrists. He pulled her arm's up so that she had to stand on her tip toes. Her mouth was even with the man who was holding her arms up. He seemed to do this without effort.

The other man went behind her. He lifted her skirt, then slashed her with a whip. The man holding Beth up muffled her scream with his mouth. His tongue filled her mouth as she screamed.

The slave master spoke crisply, with a voice of contempt.

"One. You will only speak when spoken to."

Beth was crying softly as the man lowered her arms. Her head was bowed. The slave master spoke, with contempt in his voice.

"Give me your belt."

"Please don't."

The two men repeated their earlier performance. This time the man in the back slashed her ass twice. The slave master spoke


For Love, and Money Ch. 01



"Two. That was for speaking out of turn."

The man in the back slashed her ass three times.

"Three. That was for not obeying my order."

Both times she was whipped, the man holding her kissed her lewdly. His mouth muffled her high-pitched shrill screams.

The slave master held out his hand as he inquired.

"Do you want to see how high I can count?"

"No sir."

Beth removed her belt with her head bowed. She handed the belt to the slave master. He folded the belt in half and slapped his hand with it. It made a loud noise. He smiled evilly.

"Take off your skirt and blouse. I'm going to give you a spanking with your own belt. Do it slowly."

"Please. No."

Beth found her hands, in the air. She was on tiptoes as the man with the whip raised her skirt. He slashed her ass four times.

"Four. That was for speaking."

The man behind her slashed her ass five times.

"Five. That was for not obeying my order."

Beth was released to face the slave master again. She was crying. Her cheeks were wet. Beth's vagina was wet. The pain in her ass faded, as the sensations in her vagina increased. Beth's ass was on fire. The heat radiated from her ass igniting her lust. Beth was wild with sexual need.

Beth was as excited from the act of striping in front of a room full of people as she was from the submission and pain. Beth's tears began to dry up. Her eyes sparkled with lust.

Beth removed her skirt and blouse. As soon as she did the two large men took control of Beth's arms. They encased her wrists with padded restraints. Her wrists were snapped together. A rope on a pulley was attached to her bound wrists.

The rope was pulled up, drawing Beth's hands above her head. The slave master walked behind her. He beat Beth's ass with her own belt then returned his attention to auctioning slaves.

Beth was filled with frustration. The tears rolled down her cheeks. They were tears of want and need. Beth was excited by it all. Mostly, she was excited by her public exposure. And, the pain that brought her delight.

The slave master auctioned off two more women. He returned his attention to Beth. He walked around her, smiling as he did.

"This will never do. It looks like she dressed for her mother."

There was general laughter from the audience. Beth blushed. The slave master produced a pair of scissors, then cut Beth's bra straps. As he cut each one he peeled the bra cup away. He left Beth for a moment allowing his customers to gaze at her in her bondage.

He cut the side of the bra, causing it to fall away. He then cut the sides of Beth's panties and pulled them from between her legs. The slave master walked behind Beth. He slashed her several times with her belt. He was leering at her as he walked back in front of her.

"That was just for fun. My fun."

Again, there was a round of laughter.

Beth was left hanging in her nudity, before the crowd.

The slave master auctioned off two more slaves. The house was filled with the energy of passion and the smells of lust. The slave master returned his attention to Beth.

"You will be worth more with a little detailing. The two large men returned to the stage. They dressed her in a severe corset. One man held the corset onto her. The other one pushed the stiff wires under her breasts. The under wires held her breasts up and out. One man held it in place while the other one laced it up."

He pulled hard on the laces as he worked. Beth's waist was cinched much smaller than it was used to. Beth at first had trouble breathing. It took her a while to adjust.

The slave master cut her garter belt from her. The men attached her silk stockings to the corset. The men took turns slashing Beth, with their whips. The slave master spoke, when they were done.

"That was just for fun. Their fun."

Again, there was general laughter.

"There is one more thing to do before I start the auction. I'll demonstrate her passion. A cold slave is of little value."

The slave master gave a signal. The two men, released Beth's arms. Her arms were tingling. She rubbed them for a moment, before the two men again captured her.

They led her one on each arm. They took her to a short padded T-bar, mounted into the floor. They sat her onto the bar. Her ass hung over the bar open and free. They balanced her as they spread her legs

Both men took liberties with her tits and her mouth. The men, supported her as they positioned her on the bar. The T-bar took her weight. A naked female slave knelt between her legs. The woman licked and sucked, Beth's open vagina.

Beth was already hot. She was soon in the throes of passion. The woman orally masturbated her. The slave master walked behind her as he used the whip on her naked ass.

Beth was wild with lust. She was rocking her hips. She screamed profanities as she she found her orgasm in waves. The whip brought her pain, and raised her lust. Her mind and body were in spasms of pure pleasure. Her face was contorted by her lust.

"As you can see, she's a hot number with the addition of the whip. This is her first night. Tonight, she must be claimed and used on stage. Ladies and gentlemen I will start the bidding at five thousand dollars."

Beth was kept in a state of full arousal by the woman between her legs. The bidding continued. Beth was as excited about her value as she was by the woman's mouth. The bids continued to climb.

"It seems we have a record bid for a slave. I pronounce the slave sold, for eight thousand five hundred dollars."

The winning bid was from a couple. They walked on stage. The woman beat Beth's ass as the man pushed the female slave from between Beth's legs. Without a word or warning he buried his erection into Beth's open vagina. The woman behind her screamed at Beth as she used her whip.

"Fuck my man, bitch. Suck him with your pussy. Make him come."

Beth didn't know how to follow her orders. She reacted to the stimulation with waves of orgasmic pleasure. Beth was not sure how long she was in heaven, before she passed out.

Beth was revived with cold clothes, rubbed over her body. Her lapse did not end the show. It only gave her a brief respite.

Beth was forced to accommodate the woman with her mouth. The man used his whip on her as she used her mouth on the raging woman.

When the woman was satisfied she spoke aloud.

"The bitch is on the house. Use her well."

Beth was strapped onto her stomach, on a bench that held her torso up and pushed her ass out. Her legs were pulled open, and secured to the floor. Her wet open vagina was available for them all.

"She has been beat enough tonight. Use only light switches."

Beth was used without stop for the rest of the night. She had several intense orgasms, before she passed out. The attendants were unable to revive her. They used cold cloths. Switches were used on her. The switches roused her, but did not awaken her. Beth was totally satisfied. She was exhausted everywhere.

The house doctor assured them she was all right. She was just asleep. Beth slept sounder that night than she ever had. She awoke the next morning rested and refreshed.

The only thing left from her ordeal were the bruises across her ass. The healing balm she was bathed in worked wonders. She was back to work the next weekend. The sex had been exciting. The money she had made that night had been even more exciting.

Beth was getting close to her orgasm as she lay back in the hot tub. Beth felt someone, enter the hot tub while she was masturbating. Beth did not stop her hands or open her eyes. She had no idea who was in the water with her. Knowing someone was watching her get off, added to her excitement.

Being watched always excited her. She was climbing towards release. She wished she was on stage. Beth wished that there were a hundred people watching her instead of one.

Beth opened her eyes. She saw her audience. A pretty young woman watched her with smiling eyes. Beth had seen her before at the specialty house. Beth rose up out of the water. She sat onto the padded rail around the tub.

She was performing for the young woman. Beth thought the only thing missing was a hot red ass from a fresh lashing. She knew without it her orgasm would only be so good. Pain was a necessary ingredient for a blinding orgasm that would take her whole body to heaven.

Right now she was satisfied with a smaller piece of cake. Beth wanted the woman between her legs. That should be no problem. Beth remembered the woman's public punishment on stage at the specialty house.

She remembered the glazed look of lust in the woman's eyes as she preformed her orgasms before the crowd. Beth was near her peak when she commanded the young woman.

"Get your slut mouth over here, and get me off."

The young woman bowed her head.

"Yes ma'am."

Beth leaned back with a smile. She opened herself to the submissive woman. Beth felt a small thrill of energy as she ordered the woman to her task.

Beth was used to receiving orders not giving them. Beth found pleasure in her superior position over the woman. Beth became aware of the presence of several people outside of the hot tub who were watching.

Beth's passion rose with her awareness of the audience. Beth wanted to perform for them. Beth pulled the woman's face to hers. Beth slapped her as she spoke harshly.

"Put some life into it bitch. I don't want your kisses. Fuck me with your face."

The woman returned to her task with much energy. Beth's orgasm was powerful. Her orgasm started with the slap to the woman's face. Power and control had never been a part of Beth's sex life until now.

Beth's orgasm rolled across her body. She pulled the woman's face up then slapped her again. Beth was greeted by an intense pulse of pure pleasure as she did.

Beth was sexually satisfied for the moment. Her desire to perform was not. Beth Pulled the woman's face up and slapped her again. The woman's eyes were glazed with excitement and lust.

"Are you hot?"

The woman tried to bow her head. Beth held her by her hair. She watched the woman's eyes lower, when she answered.

"Yes ma'am. I'm hot."

Beth pulled the woman out of the water.

"I'll let you get off as soon as you've had your spanking."

Beth saw the young woman's eyes light up. Beth rolled the woman over onto her stomach on the padded rail.

"Keep your hands where I can see them."

Beth spanked the woman with hard slaps. The woman was hot. She wanted relief. The woman looked at Beth with flirting eyes as she begged.

"Please, let me use my hands."

The woman wet her lips, as she smiled at Beth.

"I'll treat you so nice. I'll lick you and kiss you. I'll do anything you say. Whip me. Slap me. I'm yours to command."

Beth pulled the woman's face up. She slapped it again. Beth felt waves of pleasure as she dominated the young woman. This time her pleasure had no sexual overtones. Beth slid back into the water.

"Get off for your audience. And, for my pleasure."

The young woman performed for Beth with her eyes and her hands. She raised her passion in full view of the people who had gathered around to watch. The woman was on stage, yet she preformed for Beth alone.

Beth looked the woman over. Up until now the woman had been a generic woman in her mind. As Beth watched, she found herself attracted to the woman as an individual.

Beth found her quite pleasing to look at. She saw that the woman's passion was equal to her own. Beth crossed the tub. She stood up and slapped her again.

"Fuck for me, bitch. Give me your passion with your mouth."

Beth lowered her face to the woman's face. The young woman brought herself to climax. She put all of her passion into Beth's mouth as she kissed her. She had a lot of passion to share with Beth.

Beth lay back relaxed. She wondered about what had just happened. She had never thought about being dominate in her sex life before now.

She had never thought about being dominate in any of her life. She had to admit to herself she enjoyed the experience. She also had to admit to herself she was more than a little attracted to the woman.

As she relaxed she felt the young woman slip back into the water. Beth opened her eyes. She looked at the smiling woman who lowered her eyes as she spoke.

"May I serve you in any other way mistress?"

The words excited Beth.

"Yes, you little slut, you may serve me a drink. You will attend me in my bed tonight when our duties are over."

The woman beamed as she exited the tub to walk to the bar.

"Yes mistress."

Beth said to her self, I think I have just picked up a stray puppy. I'll train her.

CHAPTER

Beth left the hot tub a little light headed. She headed towards the beautician's station. Beth relaxed and let her work. Beth never knew how she would be made up, or how she would be dressed. She specialized in stage work. The only thing she knew about tonight, was that her work on stage would be filmed.

When Rick had moved her up to the estate, it was the first time she had heard of it. Rick explained that the estate was the nicest house he had. The estate was a primary filming location.

They filmed erotica, specializing in bondage and discipline, through the week. On the weekends, they filmed individuals and couples for their private collections.

Rick had explained people paid a lot of money to act out their fantasies and have it filmed. Some of them wanted a private filming. Some of them wanted a public filming. Rick did the public filming on Friday nights. The audience paid a lot to watch.

On Saturday nights Rick filmed on closed sets. Beth was prepared to be on stage both nights this weekend. Doubles were always hard on her. Bruises on top of bruises, were hard to heal. Bruises were now a normal part, of her life.

Beth was dressed in an English period piece right out of the 1850's. She was tightly laced into an old style corset, with no adornment. Beth was used to the severe narrowing of her waist. She was comfortable with it.

Beth's dress was linen and cotton. It was a fancy dress, for that time. It was the dress of young nobility of that day. The only part of her costume that was out of period, was her silk stockings and heels, that were buckled around her ankles.

Beth continued to drink. Her best performances happened when she was a little tipsy. She never drank unless she was going on stage.

Beth was escorted into the main room. The film director had Beth put into bondage. Her hands were pulled behind her. The attendant, secured her hands together.

The director ordered a wide leather collar placed around her neck. The crude slave collar looked out of place, with her elegant dress. As Beth was put into bondage, the director instructed her.

"This is just for the audience. You will mingle. By the time we are ready to shoot, you and the crowd will be hot."

Beth mingled in the audience. Her bondage made everyone quite bold. Beth was pawed, mauled, and petted by both men and women. 

Beth was sure the audience was hot. There were sex acts going on all around her. She, also knew she was hot. Her vagina was open. Her hips rocked against any hand between her legs. There were enough hands between her legs to obtain an orgasm before she was called to the stage.

"Quiet on the set."

The main room was flanked on either side, by soundproof rooms. The rooms had picture-windows looking onto the set. Beth was escorted to the film stage. There was another young woman in a period costume. Her dress was plainer than the dress Beth wore. The material was courser. The general noise of the room died out as the director spoke.

"You are the lady. She is your maid. This is a one shot film. There will be no retakes. The plot will unfold. Just become your characters."

Beth was placed on the set. The other woman was placed slightly behind her. They were both facing a middle-aged man in good condition. He was sitting on a large chair. He was also in a period costume. The scene began with the male actor's dialog.

"It is such a shame that my brother, your husband, died such a tragic death. I have inherited his whole estate. I have agreed to take you, and your maid, into my house. Otherwise you would be penniless and on the streets."

The man motioned Beth to him. Beth approached the man. He began to unbutton the little pearl buttons on her blouse.

"It's worse than that. The estate is bankrupt. You still owe the solicitor his fees. If I don't help you, you'll be put into debtors prison. I'll buy you as an indentured servant. The results will be the same."

The man glared at her.

"I own you and your maid."

Beth was totally into the part. Her eyes filled with tears.

"Please sir, I beg of you. I and my maid have lived a chaste life."

The man unbuttoned her blouse, then pushed it off her shoulders. He was grinning as he slapped Beth on the face.

"Your first lesson is you do not speak, unless you are spoken to. If I want to hear you beg, I'll order you to beg. If I order you to beg, you will do so."

He pushed the top of the corset aside. He sucked both of her tits, one at a time. Beth screeched, as he bit each nipple before he released them. He slapped her again.

"The proper response is, 'yes master.' I am the master of this house. I became your master when you entered this house."

The man continued to undress Beth.

"I have called all of the servants, to witness your arrival. They will watch you submit to my authority."

The man removed the outer layer of her clothes. He was using his hands to sample her charms.

"You'll present your maid to me. You may retain your under garments as you are a lady. Your servant shall be presented to me naked as befits her station. Disrobe her for me."

Beth was blushing from her near nakedness in public view. Her eyes were filled with shame and defeat.

"Yes master."

Beth turned to her maid. She reached for her buttons. The maid pulled back.

"Please mistress, I'll die of shame."

Beth reached out and slapped her. There was anger in her voice.

"A servant, is no better than her mistress. You shared the good times with me. You will now share the hard times as well."

The maid was crying and struggling. Beth turned to the man.

"Master. May I beat my servant? Sir."

The man smiled, as he handed her a slender whip. The whip was more like a switch than a whip. Beth turned to her maid.

"You ungrateful bitch."

Beth used the whip to bring bright red welts to all of her exposed skin, except her face. The maid was crying and pleading.

"Please mistress, I'll do it. Please stop."

Beth paused. She spoke with menace, in her voice.

"Get up here. Stand straight. Bow your head. Remember, your station."

The maid walked back to her original position. She did not fight Beth, as she disrobed her. Beth stripped the maid naked before her new master.

The maid's head was bowed in defeat and shame. Her bright red blush spread across her face and shoulders. Beth pulled the crying woman up close to the man.

"May I present my maid for your inspection?"

The man played with her tits.

"Lets see what else I've inherited from my dear brother."

The man handled the maid intimately.

"Pretty and innocent."

He laughed aloud.

"Tomorrow she'll still be pretty. She'll no longer be innocent."

The man stood up grinning.

"Your mistress, is not the mistress of this house. I'm the master of this house. My wife is the only mistress in this house."

The man pushed Beth into the seat he had just vacated. He pulled her forward, and pushed her back into a semi reclining position. He roughly pulled her plain panties off her. He spoke to the maid with menace in his voice.

"Serve your lady. I'll beat you until your lady sings her pleasure."

He pushed the maids head into Beth's open crotch. Beth took hold of the maid's hair. She held her in position as the man went behind her. He used his whip. His whip was not a switch. The heavy whip left bruises as he applied it to the kneeling maid's ass. He began to lash the maid, soundly.




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The maid was first reluctant, then eager, to please her lady. The maid's ass was covered with a pattern of welts. They would be purple before long. Beth rose to a small satisfying orgasm that was both visible and audible.

"Now you dear lady will pleasure your maid, because it pleases me. I'll also beat your ass until she sings. You'll see that she is passionate for me."

Beth slid off the chair onto her knees. The man pushed the crying maid down into the chair. Beth used the switch on her thighs.

"Open your legs to your masters view, and to my mouth. You will be hot when my master takes you."

Beth put her head down. She began to masturbate herself as she worked.

"As will I, master."

Beth brought the maid up with her hand. Her masters whip brought her off. The maid was singing out her orgasm, as Beth began to sing her own song of lust.

The man pushed the maid onto the floor, as he sat in the chair smiling.

"Now you will show all of my servants your loyalty to me. Your master."

Beth rose to her feet. She pulled the maid up with her. The man released his erection. He was stroking it. He held his whip in one hand and his erection in the other hand.

Beth pushed the maids head down onto the man's erection. The man used the whip as he fucked the maid's mouth. Beth held the maids head. She used her maids mouth, and her hand, to raise the mans lust. The man used the whip, as he stroked himself into the crying maid's mouth.

Beth watched the man's lust rise. As her masters lust rose, she pushed the maid away. She smiled at the man as she sank to her knees before him.

"If my servant has not pleased you, I'll beat her. I'll please my master before all of his servants. I pledge myself and my maid to your service, and to your wife's service. My mouth is in service to my master. My ass is in service to my masters whip."

Beth lowered her head onto his erection. She used her mouth, and one hand, on her masters erection. She used the other hand on herself between her legs.

The master used his whip on her ass, and her back. The master did not use the whip long. Beth's expert handling of the man brought him to a shuddering orgasm.

Beth was pleasantly aroused. Her orgasm would come later. She now concentrated on her masters pleasure. Beth loved the taste of fresh semen. She drank her master's offering.

"Cut. It's a wrap. It was beautiful. Next scene one hour."

The director's words startled Beth back to reality. For Beth the scene had been real. She was almost disappointed as she was brought off stage and attended to.

A healing balm was used on her bruised ass. Beth received praises from everyone. Rick came up to her.

"Babe, you're still on the gravy train."

Beth relaxed with a smile. The young woman from the hot tub slipped up to her. She nestled under her arm. Beth pulled her face up. She kissed the young woman tenderly.

"Have I found a stray puppy?"

The young woman licked the back of Beth's hand.

"Yes mistress you have."

CHAPTER

Beth looked up at Rick as she cuddled the woman.

"She's mine. I think I can afford a personal maid by now."

Rick laughed.

"Right now you can have anything you want, but my nuts."

"Right now I just want to be alone with my puppy."

Beth took her puppy by the hand, and headed for her apartment. It wasn't actually her apartment. She reserved one of apartments, whenever she stayed over at the Estate. Actually, it was a small cabin.

The cabin was only a short distance away from the set. It was quite secluded. The cabin had been catered. There was a full selection of food and deserts to snack on. There was also a fully stocked bar.

Both women filled a plate and got a drink. Beth sat on the couch. Her puppy sat next to her. They ate for a while in silence.

"Are you really a stray? No family?"

The young woman replied, with a sigh.

"I have an apartment. When I'm gone it's empty. My parents want me to come back to their home, with their rules. They want me in long skirts with barrettes in my hair. I have grown up much faster, than they wanted me to."

The young woman cuddling up to Beth as she slipped under her arm. Beth sat back sipping her drink as she cuddled with the woman.

"You do have a name, don't you?"

"It makes no difference to me. Who I was as a child, is not who I am now. I'm just a stray. If you bring a stray puppy home, you get to name them. Until you pick a name, I'll answer to Spot."

Spot licked the back of Beth's hand. She cuddled back further, under Beth's arm.

"I just want someone to be faithful and obedient to."

Beth quietly ate, drank, and cuddled with her puppy. Before Beth was ready, there was a knock on the door. A voice spoke without waiting for the door to be opened.

"Beauticians call. Five minutes."

Beth sighed as she heard the message. She turned to her puppy.

"If you'll be both faithful and obedient to me you have a home."

Beth kissed the woman passionately. This kiss was defiantly sexual by nature, as was Beth's intimate inspection of the woman with her hands. The woman was receptive and subservient to all of Beth's wishes. Beth played with her puppy for a while then sighed as she rose.

"Come, puppy come."

Beth arrived at the beauticians station with Spot in close attendance. Beth was made up in a tight corset. The corset was cut quite low. The corset left her breasts uncovered. The corset bottom was cut high so that it just touched the slopes of her ass and thighs.

She retained the same shoes and stockings. Her only other adornment was a wide lace choker with a large cameo at the center of her throat. Her hair was put up in a bun at the back of her neck. The bun was held in place by an ornate silver clasp.

Wisps of hair fell around her face. Her forelocks hung free like reigns, at the sides of her face. Beth was dressed in a long flowing white robe. The dress clung to her body. It was tied at the waist.

When the beautician was done, Beth spoke to her.

"I want my puppy groomed. Beth pulled Spot into the chair. She pulled her puppies hair out from her face."

"Its too long. Shag it back. Taper it no longer than her collar. Bleach it white. Then, dye it black. Leave two spots of white, one on each side. Not in the same place or the same size. You know, like puppy spots."

The beautician laughed.

"Sure, like puppy spots? It's okay with me, if it's okay with her."

"As my mistress wishes."

"I'll leave her here, while I go to work."

Beth laughed as she left.

"I think she's house broken."

When Beth arrived the director again sent her out to mingle with the audience. This time he sent her out without being in bondage. When Beth went out into the crowd she was besieged by compliments and raves.

The well wishers were quite free with their hands. This time their caresses were softer, not so crude. Beth thought to herself, If they wanted me excited, they would have sent me out in bondage.

Beth mingled, for just a few minuets, when she was escorted to the film set.

"Quit on the set."

The noise in the crowed room died to silence. The lights were dimmed in the audience area. The lights on the stage brightened.

The set was still in period. The scene was of a bedroom with a fireplace, and a small armless couch next to a low table. The bed was enormous, with large columns on all four corners.

The man was dressed in a silk robe and slippers. He was lounging while drinking. The two women were ushered onto the set by a servant.

"As you have ordered, master."

Beth stepped into the lights. Her maid was in close attendance behind her. Her maid was dressed in a thin robe. She was naked underneath the robe.

The maid's, wrists were bound together behind her back. The robe was tied together, by a rope at the waist. The robe was not wide enough to overlap by much. Every time the maid moved the robe gaped open. Alternately, reveling her naked charms then covering them again.

The man pointed to the floor in front of him. Beth helped her maid kneel down. Beth knelt along side of her before her new master. The man, openly fondled Beth, then her maid. Beth was smiling demurely. The maid was crying.

"You do not seem upset about your new station."

"It does not seem like a bad station to me. I am a lady, in a very well respected house. I have a maid who obeys me. It seems like a high station to me."

"Your station will not seem so high tomorrow. My wife will arrive in the morning. I'll be gone hunting. You will obey her, as you obey me."

"I will obey her every wish, and command. My maid and I, are at her complete disposal. As to obeying you, or her, it is all I have ever done. My maid is somewhat reluctant. You know young women have a natural apprehension, about fulfilling their duties as a woman. I'm sure you'll ease her mind, and relieve her of her burden."

Beth spoke, with an evil smile.

"The little tart is a snotty bitch. She thinks she's above her station."

As Beth spoke, she untied the rope holding her maids robe together. She pushed the robe off her shoulders.

"Other than pretty, she's of no value. When you tire of her you can sell her. I'll get another maid for you. One that is as fresh as this one."

Beth stood up. She removed her robe. She found the thin whip. She looked at her master with her head bowed.

"With your permission master."

The man nodded.

Beth wound her maid's light robe around her bound arms. Beth switched the maid across the ass, as she commanded her.

"Crawl to your new master."

The maid screeched, as Beth used the whip across her bare ass. Her tears flowed down her cheeks. The maid crawled to her master. She knelt before him with her head bowed, as she softly cried. Beth switched her on the ass several times as she spoke.

"Kneel up. He wants your tits. You'll give them to him."

The maid knelt up. She offered her tits to her master's mouth. He suckled on them. He nipped her tender nipples with his teeth.

Beth was smiling sweetly.

"A young woman responds better with a red ass. If it is her master that turns it red, she will obey faster."

Beth pulled her maid up. She laid her maid over face down on the man's lap. Beth kissed the man with passion.

"I present my maid for my masters use. Everything I have is for my masters use. I pray my master spend his lust on my maid, then give his passion to me."

The man intimately inspected the maid. He spent much time, with his hand between her legs.

"She is pretty, but she is cold. I'll warm her up."

The man spanked the maid, raising large red splotches with his large strong hand. He paused from his punishment only to stroke and stimulate the bound woman on his lap.

Beth was on her knees in front of the maids face. She has holding, her head up. She kissed her lewdly. Between kisses she smiled, as she spoke.

"Your master is going to fuck you. You'll please him. You will learn your station."

The man pushed the maid, off his lap.

"Fill her mouth with your lust. Then, I'll heat her up properly. She's virgin tight. I'll see that she is smooth and slippery, with her need."

The man took no time at all to fill his new servant's mouth with his seed.

Beth served him a drink. Beth posed herself and her maid as he watched. Beth saw that he was finished with his relaxation. She lay herself across his lap.

"It is well that a lady also know her place, in her masters house."

The man spanked her ass a few times. He picked up his stout whip, with a smile.

"A lady sometimes tends to reach beyond her station. I'll teach you your place in this house. You'll not forget it."

The man systematically beat Beth's ass with the whip.

Beth's passion was already aroused by being on stage, performing publicly. The whip raised her lust. The pain transmuted into raw sexual need. When the man was finished, he pushed her onto the floor.

"Get her ready. Then serve me her innocence."

"Yes master."

Beth pulled her maid onto her feet. She propelled her onto the bed. Beth crawled up next to her. She rolled her bound maid onto her back. Beth pulled her up near the head of the bed. 

She propped her maid up so the man could watch her. Beth pushed a pillow under her ass. The pillow raised her vagina up. Her maid was now more available. And, more visible.

Beth climbed off the bed. She retrieved the rope from her robe. She tied one of her maid's legs, to the foot post. Beth untied the rope from her maids robe. Beth tied the other leg, to the other foot post.

Her maid was now bound, in her proper position. Her arms were securely bound behind her prone body. Her legs were open. Her maid cried, in her vulnerability. 

Beth was smiling as she used the switch on her maid. She used the switch on her maid's tits. Beth paused to suck the red striped tits to erection. Beth stroked her maid's vagina between lashes.

"If you do not please your master with your passion. You will please him with your screams."

Beth worked her passion up. She used the whip as she worked on the girl. Her maid caught fire. She was returning the wet passionate kisses. Beth and her master watched the maid's vagina bloom open.

"Your tart is properly warmed, sir."

The man crawled between her legs. Without ceremony, he pushed his erection into the mouth of her vagina. He pushed up against the fragile membrane, that guarded the entrance to her grotto.

Beth pinched her maids tits, harshly.

"Beg your master for his cock."

Her maid was crying. Her face was flush. The maid's vagina was open and yearning. Her vagina was more ready, that she was. The woman sobbed, as she pleaded.

"Please, master don't do this. Please don't."

Beth slashed her tits with the switch and a harsh commanded.

"Ask for his cock. Beg for it."

The maid sobbed in her pain.

"Please master, give me your cock."

The man pushed his erection past the thin barrier. He filled her virginal vagina, with his erection. The man fucked without regard to the maid's pleasure.

She was tight and wet. The slippery smoothness of her tight vagina, was all he needed from the woman below him. He roared in pleasure, as he found his orgasm. He filled her up with his cock, and his seed. She endured the fucking. She cried for the rude loss of her virtue, and from the pain of the lash. She was also into her role.

Beth helped the man lay down. She untied the maids legs, and her arms. She put her maid's mouth, to her wet vagina.

Beth was breathing hard. Her eyes were sparkling with lust. She used the maid's face to masturbate with as she spoke breathlessly.

"My masters passion will grow again tonight, I'm sure. I'll be ready. I'll be ready for my master's whip. I'll be ready for my master's cock. It made me hot, watching my master use my maid. I'll please my master in a thousand ways. I'll please your wife tomorrow. Like I'll please you tonight. See the bruises on my maid's ass? Put the same kind on my ass. I'm yours. I'm ready."

Beth pushed the maid away. She left the bed, to retrieve the man's whip. Beth untied her maid's legs from the bed. She pushed her maid up, to the head board. She knelt between her maid's legs. She turned to the man with her head bowed. She kissed the whip, before she handed it to him.

"I'll kiss my maid while you use your whip, because it amuses you. I know it does."

The man knelt behind Beth's upturned ass. Beth lowered her head, to her maids still open vagina. The man took great delight in whipping his brothers wife. He knew he would get great pleasure out of fucking her.

He stroked his semi erect cock as he took pleasure in the power he had over both woman. His cock began to expand. It filled his hand. His passion was aroused. He used his cock, as an instrument of domination. He pushed Beth over onto her back. He knelt up between her open legs. He leered down at her, as he pushed his erection into her.

Beth was alive with lust and passion. The pain in her ass had changed into pleasure. She was wild with her lust. She took her pleasure from her masters erection.

She writhed and moaned, as she rocked her hips. The muscles in Beth's vagina, began to milk her master's erection. Her vagina was alive, as she pulled and sucked his sensitive cock.

The master reached his orgasm before Beth reached hers. Beth almost did not get hers. Her master's orgasm took the last of his energy. Beth was shocked back to reality with the loud sound of the director's voice. 

"Cut. It's a wrap. It was perfect."

Beth was led off stage. She snapped at the attendants.

"Leave me alone, all of you. I'm done for the night. I'm tired. I want my puppy and my bed. Go away."

Beth found her puppy at the beautician's booth. Her hair had been styled and bleached. Her head shone stark white in the bright light. Beth took spot out the door. She spoke over her shoulder as she left the beauty station.

"I'll bring her back tomorrow. You can finish it then."

Beth left the swirling energy of the film studio. She knew the rest of the night would be an orgy. The later it got, the kinkier it would become. Beth went directly to bed. She let her puppy lick away her frustrations.

Beth's puppy brought Beth relief. Beth's puppy loved her work. Beth's passion was relieved by her new pet. She ate some food, then cuddled with her puppy. Beth and her puppy fell into a deep sleep.



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Beth woke refreshed. Her puppy was already up. Spot had ordered coffee and pastries. Beth got up and had a quick shower. She walked into the front room, as naked as her puppy was. The women had coffee without conversation.

Beth's puppy sat close to her hunched over her coffee cup. She occasionally reached over and licked her mistress's hand. Beth felt easy with her.

"Off to the hot tub. Then to the kitchen for a real breakfast."

Beth led the way, as her puppy followed. Beth's puppy was happy and frisky. If she had a tail, it would be wagging.

Beth spent the day with her puppy. They had breakfast, then went to the day spa. Beth was withdrawn. Spot relieved Beth's tensions in the spa. Her ministrations were soft and gentle.

Beth received pleasure. She thoroughly enjoyed it. Beth found no roaring orgasms, just gentle pleasure. Beth took her puppy for a walk.

The estate had hiking trails, and horse trails. Beth went to the horse stables. She was intimidated by their size. Beth decided that horses were nice to pet as long as there was a fence between her and them.

Beth was quiet as she walked. Beth realized that for the last two years she had done nothing other than work. She had no social life. In fact she had never gone to a dance or had a date since she left high school.

Every date she had been on was a job. She had never been on a date, but she had been to the finest hotels and restaurants in the city.

She had even flown in an executive jet to go to dinner and dancing. She had never taken any time for herself. Beth was sure she needed some time away from the grind. Beth felt comfortable with her puppy. Beth spoke out of the blue.

"I'll call you Ann. I've always liked the name." 

"That's fine by me. I'll come, when you call no matter what name you use."

Beth had enjoyed her day off. She could not remember having one, since she had gone to work for Rick. As the day began to fade, Beth thought about her work. She was filming on a private set tonight. She always did better, when she was on display. The fact that this would be on film helped, but it was not the same.

Beth headed to the hot tub for one more soak before she went to the beautician. She looked at Ann's stark white hair.

"You'll look so much better when the beautician has finished your hair."

Rick arrived. He sat on the side of the tub.

"I watched the rough footage from last night's shooting. You were great. I like it better without a script. It comes out natural. It seemed real."

"It was real for me. I wasn't pretending. I was in old England last night."

"That's what makes you a natural. That's what will make us both rich."

Rick drank with Beth and Ann for a while. Beth noticed Ann drank little. She spent more time holding her drink than she did actually drinking. Beth liked her puppy.

"I was quite surprised at the role you developed last night. It was not like you. You did it well. Many times a woman starts young as a submissive. As she matures she becomes more dominate. Last night was different. You were both submissive and dominate. It was a nice balance. He dominated you and you dominated your maid. It's different."

"Dominating someone actually turns me on. But nothing has ever gotten me off, like the pain. I have orgasms without it. If I want to soar, someone will have to beat my ass."

"You'll get that in spades tonight. You have a full plate. You have private assignments at seven, eight, nine, and ten o'clock. You're on set, at eleven. No public stage tonight. Other than mingling in costume between dates, you are behind closed doors tonight."

Beth thought about it for a while

"If you want me hot for the film, put me in bondage while I mingle."

"No problem there. Oh, by the way. Your first date wants you as a dominate. I thought we would see how it turns out for you. She doesn't know it, but it will be on film. Spy cameras. Not good enough to save. But, good enough to review."

Beth went to the beautician station. She relaxed while the beautician worked. The Beautician dressed her in a tightly laced, leather corset. The garment was more like a wide garter belt.

The corset went from the bottom of her ribcage, to the flair of her hips. She wore red silk stockings and very radical red heels. The outfit was covered by a bright red latex dress that zipped up the front.

The beautician, had to get help pull the dress together and getting it zipped up. The dress covered her breasts completely. The dress came to her mid thighs, showing the tops of her stockings.

Beth had never worn latex before. The dress conformed to every part of her body. She was soon sweating under the dress. She and the dress became one in a very short time. The dress moved with her. It conformed to every curve on her body.

Beth's nipples became hard from the pressure of the smooth slick latex, that encased her body. The dress did not conceal, anything. It even displayed the top of Beth's pubic mound. She was covered and naked at the same time. Beth made arrangements for Ann's spots. She left her puppy in the care of the beautician.

As Beth left the beauty station, the beautician handed Beth a rather long thin red leather whip. Beth's mood changed. She looked herself over in the mirror. She looked at the whip in her hand. Beth decided she looked good.

The whip felt good in her hand. Beth felt a surge of sexual energy, and excitement. She felt dominate. She thought to her self, I really do want to beat some ass tonight.

Beth went out on the floor. She mingled with the crowd in her dominate costume. The attitude of the crowd was different. Beth's attitude was different. People looked at her with awe. Most did not have the courage to touch her.

Beth glared at the people as she walked around. She took drinks from people. She handled several people quite intimately. Beth felt in charge. Her attitude was one of superiority and contempt.

One man, who seemed a little drunk, walked into her personal space. He stroked his hand across her rubber encased breast. Beth slapped him hard enough to step him back.

Beth slashed him across his shoulder as she glared at him. Beth defied him with her eyes alone. He mumbled something as he faded into the crowd. Beth felt good. Beth would have put someone between her legs, if she could figure how to get the dress open and then closed again.

Beth was filled with energy. The energy had a sexual overtone. It was not sexual in nature. Beth was primed and ready, when the attendant came for her. He delivered her to a large suite.

The couple was waiting for her. They stood up as she entered. They both wore robes. Their smiles faded as they looked at Beth. She was raging. Beth's eyes were like coals.

Beth surveyed the situation. She walked up to the woman without a word. She opened the woman's robe. The woman was, also, dressed in red latex.

Her dress was more severe. It was more like a jacket than a dress. It covered her from her arm pits to her flaring hips. She wore red latex panties that covered her crotch and the expanse of her well rounded ass.

Her leg's were covered by tight, thigh high, boots. The boots had radical heels, raising her up to the same height as the man.

Beth stepped up to the man then opened his robe. He had nothing on underneath except for a pair of flesh colored latex shorts. The shorts held his erection close to his body.

His erection was evident, but completely covered. The shorts were cut narrow in the back, leaving his ass cheeks mostly bare. Beth took off his robe. She placed him on his knees, before the woman.

Beth slashed his ass with her whip.

"Lick your mistress' boots."

The man leaned forward. He licked the tops, of each of her boots. He started, to straighten up. Beth slashed him twice. Once on each ass cheek.

"I did not tell you to stop."

The man lowered his head. He returned his tongue to his task. Beth seated the woman on a plush chair. Beth knelt next to the woman. She kissed her. 

"You must first act like you are in charge. A costume without an attitude, is of no value. Hold your head up. Look at the simpering fool at your feet. He's a maggot."

Beth kissed the woman again.

"You have a whip. Use it."

The woman smiled as she sat up. She lashed the kneeling man with her whip.

"It feels good, doesn't it?"

The woman was smiling deeply as she slashed the man again. She spoke down at him.

"Lick my boot's, asshole. Make them shine."

Beth went back, to stand behind the man. She looked at the woman, seductively as she unzipped her dress to the waist.

"I'm sure we'll have need of the dildo and his tongue before we are through."

Beth slashed at the man.

"Show your mistress your erection."

The man rose to his feet. He peeled down the tight latex shorts. His erection sprang free from it's containment.

"That piece of meat, and his tongue, are the only things of value he has."

Beth knelt down next to the woman glaring at the man.

"Put that away. We will let you know when we need it."

The man rolled his shorts up. He knelt before his mistresses with his head bowed and his eyes lowered. His erection was still full.

Beth became a tiger. She attacked the woman. She demanded the woman's passion. She rose the woman up to a fever pitch then commanded the man

"Take her panties off. Put that slimy tongue to work."

The woman's eyes were sparkling. The man rolled her latex panties off her hips with some difficulty. The man leaned his head down to her crotch. Beth took hold of his hair. She held his face close to his mistress' open cunt.

"Smell your mistress. Smell her heat. That cunt is your mistress. Worship your mistress with your tongue."

Beth released his head. The woman's eyes widened as the mans tongue went to her open vagina. Beth nibbled at her ear as she whispered into it.

"Use your whip. Make him do it right."

The woman became wild with her lust. She lashed at the man between her legs. She screamed at him.

"Make me cum, asshole. Do it right you low life scumbag. Do something right, asshole."

Beth removed her dress with great relief. She went to the bar and poured herself a stiff drink. Beth was in no way sexually excited.

She was however, sparkling with excitement. She enjoyed watching the woman take control of her man. The woman pulled the mans head up. She glared down at him.

"I'll beat you, until I cum."

The woman pushed his head back down. She beat his back and ass. She was smiling deeply as she did so. Beth watched the woman try to control her passion to prolong her session.

The woman could no longer hold herself back. She became enraged with her lust. She slashed at him. She used his face to masturbate with. The woman achieved a full vocal orgasm. She was wild with lust as she rocked her hips against the man's face. Her orgasm was full and deep.

Beth left her little time to recover. Beth walked back to the woman. She knelt next to her.

"You don't own him yet. Make him strip."

The woman slashed, the man.

"Get naked. Asshole."

The man rolled the latex from his body. He knelt before his mistresses. Beth rose up slashing him across his back.

"Show your mistress your tongue."

The man raised his head. He kept his eyes lowered. He stuck his tongue out. 

"Have you had his tongue?"

"Yes. I mostly use his tongue."

Beth slashed the man.

"Show your mistress, your erection."

The man pushed his erection out towards his mistress. 

"Have you had his cock?"

"Yes I have. Many times. I make him lay down. I fuck myself with it."

Beth went over to a drawer and removed a set of wrist restraints. She returned to the kneeling man. She pulled his arms behind him. She secured his wrists together, behind his back. Beth slashed him again.

"Show your mistress your ass."

The man turned, on his knees. He lowered his chest to the floor. Beth returned to kneel beside the woman. Beth kissed her. She caressed her breasts.

"Have you had his ass?"

The woman blushed.

"No, I haven't."

"You don't own a man until you take his ass."

The man began to protest. Beth became enraged as she slashed at him. She screamed down at him.

"You belong to your mistress. You have no value, except to please your mistress. Your tongue belongs to her. Your cock belongs to her. Your asshole belongs to her. If she does not own your asshole you are of no value. You are nothing but a piece of shit... Does your asshole belong to your mistress?"

The man, paused for a moment.

"Yes. It does."

Beth slashed him.

"Tell your mistress."

The man was red in the face as he spoke aloud.

"Mistress, my asshole belongs to you."

Beth handed the woman a dildo, and a small jar of grease. The woman's eyes were sparkling as she greased up the dildo and the man's ass. Beth slashed at the man.

"Beg your mistress to take your ass."

"Take my ass mistress, it's yours."

The woman became excited with her lust. She slashed at the kneeling man as she masturbated. She was grinning broadly as she knelt behind the man. She pushed the dildo into his ass.

The pain caused the man's erection to soften. He received no pleasure from his ass fucking. His mistress received much pleasure from fucking his ass. She masturbated as she fucked him. She brought herself a small orgasm. She needed more. She pulled the dildo from his ass.

She rolled the man over onto his back. His erection had returned when his mistress had massaged his prostate with the dildo. She mounted him, fitting his erection into her open wet cunt. She slowly fucked her man.

She used her man like a dildo. She was totally into her own pleasure. She took no regard for the man under the erection. The woman found two very intense orgasms. She released his hands, then returned to her seat.

"I'll watch you jack off for me. Don't spill a drop. Catch it in your hand."

The man knelt before his mistress. He masturbated for his mistress. It took little time before he was ejaculating into his hand. His eyes sparkled with excitement. The woman spoke with contempt in her voice.

"Eat it all. Lick it up. I use your cock. Your sperm is your own."

The man complied. The woman was in heaven as she watched.

"Make your self useful. Get me a drink then come lick my boots. Make them shine."

Beth smiled at her as she bent down and kissed her on the cheek.

"I think you have it down. You're on your own from here."

Beth stood before the man. Her voice was filled with contempt.

"Serve your mistress well."

Beth left. She did not bother to put on a robe. She walked down the hall in her heels. Her hand still held the whip. Her eyes defied everyone. She was satisfied with her power. She had received both pleasure and excitement from it.

There had been no sexual pleasure involved. Yet, she felt as if she had just been fucked by a pro.

CHAPTER

The feelings of power evaporated, as soon as she was back at the beautician's station. From that point on, Beth had no say as to her dress, or her assignments. The last orders that she had given that day, other than in her work, were to the beautician regarding Ann.

When Beth arrived, she saw Ann reclining under the hair drier. Beth was still a dominate in her mind as she looked down at Ann.

"You look good on your back in bondage. I had something different in mind, but bondage is bondage. Hold onto the arms of the chair. Do not let go."

Beth played intimately with Ann. Beth stroked her wet vagina.

"You seem so up tight."

Beth called the beautician, to her.

"My puppy seems to be frisky. Tie her arms to the chair. Get someone, between her legs. I expect her to attend me at the shooting tonight. I want her eyes filled with devotion, not lust."

"Yes ma'am."

The beautician then took over Beth's life. Beth was stripped. She was sent into a small shower. The beautician spoke, as she steered Beth into the stall.

"You smell like a football player. Latex is so nasty."

Beth washed quickly, then returned to her captor. Beth was dressed in a simple bra and panties set. She had on a garter belt, holding up her silk stockings. Her outer clothes, were simple peasant clothes. She looked like a tavern girl of old.

Beth was dressed in a simple peasant blouse, that left her shoulders bare. Her skirt was long and full, made out of rough linen. Her last piece of apparel, was a wide cloth choker with a cameo on it. The beautician, bound her hands behind her back.

Beth was escorted to the crowd. This visit to the floor was totally different, than her last visit. This time she was besieged with hands and mouths. She was roughly passed around like a toy. Beth was excited almost at once. This excitement was sexual. Her body became sensitive to every touch.

Most of the touches were course and vulgar. The crude caresses did not arouse her. They were a part of her excitement. Some of her assailants were softer, and more intimate.

Those caresses roused her passion. Most of the intimate caresses were accompanied by intimate kisses. Her passion was also raised, by intimate whispers promising wicked things.

Between her bondage, her abuse, and the constant intimate arousal Beth was on fire. She knew, she would soon be begging for relief.

The attendants rescued her from the pawing masses just in time. Their rescue, did not ease Beth's insistent need. A ball gag was placed into Beth's mouth just before she was escorted into a large suite. This time, there was only one person waiting for her.

He was stripped to the waist. He looked as if he needed no lessons in dominance. He carried his whip with confidence, and practiced ease. He looked her over, with a leer.

"You have been sent to me for punishment."

He tuned his back on her, as he served himself a drink. He spoke with his back turned from her.

"Your mistress, does not like your attitude."

He turned around. Beth was in tears. She tried to protest her innocence. The gag muffled her pleas to muted noises. The man walked around her, as he drank. The man stepped up to her and tore her blouse open. He dipped his head to sample her breasts. 

"A woman with a snotty attitude has not been fucked often enough." 

The man tore open her skirt. Beth was now, clad only in the simple bra, and pantie set. Her skirt was on the floor. Her blouse bunched onto her bound arms.

The man slowly, and deliberately, caressed her breasts through the thin cotton material of her bra. He held her close as he slowly explored her ass with his hands.

"I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth. If you say anything except to answer my questions, I'll slap you."

He looked down at her.

"Do you understand, what I have just said?"

Beth nodded her head. The man removed her gag. He kissed her with his passion, and his tongue. She accepted his kiss. She did not return it.

"First your punishment. Then your cure. When you leave here you'll have no thoughts, except for service to your mistress."

"Yes master."

The man slapped her. He spoke harshly.

"That was not a question. You will learn to obey your orders, exactly."

The man sat down. He pulled Beth to her knees in front of him.

"A servant should be naked for her punishment. The man produced a sharp knife. He cut the bra away from Beth's body. The man played with her tits almost gently."

"Are your tits sensitive?"

Beth blushed.

"Yes master, they are."

He cut the panties away. He began to fondle her ass, as he kissed her passionately. Beth was aroused. She was ready to fuck.

"Is your ass sensitive to my touch?"

"Yes master, it is."

"It'll be more sensitive when I am done."

The man pulled the bound servant onto his lap. He began to spank her ass. His blows were hard and firm. He did not spank her long, when he threw her onto the floor.

He assaulted her mouth with his erection. He pumped a few times, then exploded with his ejaculation. Beth was disappointed. She worked at not showing it.




For Love, and Money Ch. 02



Beth lay on her side, as he recovered from his orgasm. She rolled up onto her knees. She smiled, a mischievous smile.

"I was much naughtier than that."

Beth turned around. She lowered her torso, onto the rug. She left her ass in the air. Beth spoke clearly from her position of servitude.

"I still have an attitude about your wife. She's a bitch."

"You filthy slut. How dare you speak of your mistress like that."

The enraged man slashed at Beth's ass as he berated her. Beth's lust rose to the same pitch as her passion. Beth's cunt was open. Her hip's rocked in her need. The man beat her and cursed at her.

Without warning, he sank onto his knees. He pushed his erection into Beth's open willing vagina. The man began to fuck Beth with power. His lust was full. Beth meet his thrusts with her own. She began to get into the rhythm as the man began to ejaculate. Beth moaned.

"No."

He pulled himself from her. He untied her hands.

"Leave. Now."

Beth barely kept her cool. She wanted to scream at him.

Beth walked back to the beauticians station, in fury. She was ranting as she stormed into the station.

"Fucking asshole. Someone should cut his dick off, and shove it up his ass."

Beth went to the bar. She pulled out a bottle, at random and drank deeply.

The beautician kissed her on the cheek.

"That bad, huh?"

"Worse."

The beautician steered her to the shower.

"Try cold."

Beth did not try cold. She turned the hot water up as high as she could stand it. She masturbated in the shower. Her orgasm was functional. It would hold her until she got some real sex. Beth said to her self; Bummer. Great foreplay.

Beth came out of the shower and was again captured by the beautician. She set Beth down at a table filled with food, and drinks.

"Eat. You wont get another chance for a while."

The beautician went to work with a blow drier as Beth ate. Beth felt a touch on her arm. Beth looked up. Ann was standing along side of her. Ann didn't say anything. She just smiled, leaned down and licked Beth's hand. Beth ruffled her hair and continued to eat and drink.

Beth took two stiff drinks, as the beautician finished her hair. She led Beth to her station. Without a word, she started on Beth's make up. Beth let her work as she calmed herself for the next session.

The beautician laced her into a corset. She dressed her in silk stockings, and high heels. She pulled a set of thin leather panties onto Beth. The panties completely covered her crotch and her ass. Beth knew, when her vaginal juices dampened the leather it would give off a powerful smell.

The smell would be musky and deeply sensual. Beth loved the smell of damp leather. The smell alone, was a powerful aphrodisiac for Beth. Considering how often she was dressed in leather, Beth was sure she was not alone in her love of the aroma of leather dampened by a woman in heat.

The beautician added a wide leather collar. The collar had a ring attached to it, in the center of the collar. Beth's wrists were encased with padded leather cuffs. A chain, about six inches long, was attached to each wrist then attached to the collar. 

Her hands were free, but with limited reach. Both hands were held near her face. Her hands could cover her breasts. She could not reach any further down. Beth kissed Ann deeply.

"Sit. Stay. Be a good puppy. I'll play with you after work."

Ann licked the back of Beth's hand.

"Yes Mistress."

Beth was led onto the floor. The crowd was engrossed by a sex scene being preformed on stage. Most of the people were watching a young woman being used by two men. Most were watching.

Not everyone was caught up with the performance on the stage. Beth was surrounded by a small group of mostly men, who took advantage of Beth's unguarded charms.

Beth was glad for the tight leather panties that protected her from more intimate handling. Beth's uncovered tits were the focus of the fondling action. Beth was breathing hard. Her body roared back, to full arousal.

All Beth could think of, was her hope that she would get a client who knew how to fuck. She was sure she would die, if she got another uncle Bob for a client.

When the sex scene on stage was over, the rough handling by the crowd increased. Beth was sat on one lap after another. She was made to kiss the person, as he or she fondled her tits.

By the time the attendants arrived to take her to her client, Beth was a bundle of sexually charged nerves. Beth's body was shaking with her need. The deep heady aroma, from her wet leather panties, filled her nose. The smell aroused her vagina. Beth was ready for sex. She needed no foreplay.

Beth was delivered to another suite. When she entered, she saw a dominatrix in a red leather outfit. The dominatrix held a drink in one hand. She held a long slender whip in the other hand.

Across from Beth was a seated man. The man had his arms bound behind him. The man had on only one piece of adornment. His head was encased in a tight leather hood. The hood covered his head, leaving his nose and mouth uncovered. The man had several thin red welts, across his chest. He also had several thin red welts on his erect cock.

The woman grinned as she circled Beth. She was obviously enjoying herself. The woman began to talk to the man while she used her whip on Beth.

"I have brought you a whore. She is very beautiful. Her tits are big and full."

The woman leaned down. She sucked Beth's tits into her mouth, one at a time. The woman bit each nipple as she released them. The bites were hard. They were not kisses and bites of arousal. They were symbols of her domination. The bites were harsh and sharp.

"Her tits are quite sensitive."

Beth was raging with lust and need. The woman used her whip on Beth as she talked to the bound man seated before her.

"The whore has an ass that just begs to be whipped. It's full and round."

The lashes were mostly on Beth's ass. The tight leather panties absorbed most of the force of the blows. The woman pushed Beth up close to the man.

"She smells like a whore."

The woman pulled the mans head over, and down, until his face was close, to Beth's crotch.

"Can you smell the whore?"

The man breathed in

"Yes mistress, I can smell the whore."

The woman looked directly at Beth.

"I ordered a cock sucking whore of low morals. It looks like I got what I ordered. She does seem to be a low class slut."

Beth's eyes flared with anger. The woman smiled with satisfaction.

"The only problem with the whore is that she has an attitude."

The woman's smile changed into fury. She lashed at Beth as she screamed at her.

"Get that look out of your eyes you bitch. Lower your eyes. Bow your head. You are standing before your superior."

Beth lowered her head and her eyes.

"Yes ma'am."

The woman pushed Beth to her knees.

"Kneel before your mistress. Kiss my shoes."

Beth was aroused by pain, and dominance. Beth was not aroused by abuse. Beth was seething as she knelt forward. She kissed the shiny red high heels.

"That's better."

The woman pulled Beth up between the man's legs.

"You are lower than the piece of shit in front of you. You are on your knees before a worthless asshole. He is better than you are. Suck his worthless cock."

Beth leaned her head forward. She took the erection into her mouth.

Beth lost herself into her work. Beth's lust rose again. Her submission aroused her. She felt the pain on her back as the woman continued to beat her with the whip.

Beth concentrated her lust onto the erection in her mouth. Her resentment of the woman who was berating her was focused on the man's erection.

Beth became as abusive to the cock in her mouth, as the woman was to her. Beth began to punish the cock in her mouth. Beth used her hands to masturbate the man.

She used her teeth to punish him. She took pleasure in the painful bites she administered. She especially liked to nip the sensitive plum as her head pulled back. He winced with pain each time.

When Beth lowered her head onto the erection, she bit deeply into the rigid shaft. The man's cock began to swell. The woman was screaming.

"Drink the nasty vile stuff he wants to put inside of me. That is your only job, bitch. You are only a mouth to put it in. It is as dirty as you are. You are a dirty whore whose only value is to drink his dirty stuff."

Beth took the pulsing erection, and sucked it dry, swallowing it all. Beth, thought to herself; The bitch doesn't know, what she's missing.

The woman pulled Beth from the man. She pushed her to the ground.

"You look good on your back. On your back, or on your knees. That's the only place for a slut like you. Get out of here. Go peddle your ass on some street corner."

Beth rolled over. She managed to get to her feet. She looked at the woman with hate in her eyes.

"Bitch."

The woman smiled at Beth as she led her to the door.

"Thank you. I love it when a whore gives me a compliment. I've had so much fun. I'll order you again."

Beth left the room raging. Beth's anger did not quell the feelings of raging lust that filled her open vagina. She wanted the tight leather panties off her body. She wanted to fuck, someone. Anyone.

Beth reached the beauticians station. Her voice was a command.

"Get these things off me. Now."

The beautician cut the sides of the panties and pulled them off.

"Spot."

She turned to the beautician.

"Find me an erection that wont let me down."

The beautician went to a drawer. She produced a dildo. She returned with it to Beth.

"Every girls friend. I always carry one. If I had to depend on the men, I'd be horny all the time." 

Ann appeared, and took the dildo from the beautician.

"I'll take that. My mistress looks distressed. I'm sure, some playtime with her puppy will relax her."

The beautician removed Beth's collar and wrist cuffs. Beth sat down on a couch in the station. Ann knelt between Beth's legs. She began to use the dildo and her tongue on her mistress.

Beth looked down. She saw that Ann's hair, was deep shiny black, except for the white spots. The white spots were cut short, like a crew cut. The black hair was shag cut, to about one inch.

"I hope you like it. I've never done puppy spots before."

Beth ruffled Ann's hair.

"It's perfect. I love my puppy."

Ann worked on Beth. She brought Beth to a full rich orgasm. Beth's orgasm was not the passionate release of sex. It was the fulfillment of her lust.

Beth's passion right now, was for her puppy. She wanted more than anything to just leave. She wanted to blow off the rest of the night. Beth loved her puppy. She also loved her job, even if there were nights like this one.

Ann relieved her mistress. She knew it was a necessity for Beth. It was not lovemaking, by any standards. Beth relaxed after two raging orgasms. She pulled Ann up and kissed her.

"Don't get lost. I'll be right back."

Beth went into the shower. She washed her last trick away from her. She felt dirty, after that trick. Beth left the shower refreshed. Beth found Ann. They headed for the catering bar.

She was hungry and she needed a drink. Beth ate and drank while Ann nestled close to her. Ann seemed happy just to be close to Beth. Beth felt good having her puppy. She realized how lonely she had been, up until now.

Beth slammed two stiff drinks. She was light headed when the beautician, came for her. Beth saw her coming. Her heart dropped. Beth would rather not go. She resigned herself to her fate. Beth spoke to Ann.

"Don't stray away. I'll be back as soon as my assignment is done. We will play again later."

"Yes mistress."

"Your on. Let's go."

The beautician dressed Beth in a simple peasant's costume, from the same period she had filmed in. The simple cotton dress was quite thin. Beth was naked under the costume. She had no shoes. The skirt was long. It covered her to her ankles.

The full blouse had full-length sleeves. It was tucked into a wide cloth belt that laced closed. The scoop neck line fell easily off either shoulder. The blouse covered her nipples, displaying her ample cleavage well. When the blouse fell off either shoulder, it further exposed one of her breasts.

Beth's hands were tied in front of her body. They were then secured to her waist. She had limited use of her hands. She could cover her pubic area. She did not have enough freedom to cover her breasts. The beautician messed up Beth's freshly brushed hair.

Beth was lead out onto the floor. One breast was almost bared. In a matter of moments both of her breasts were completely bare. The fact, of no public filming tonight had thinned out the crowd.

The light crowd did not make Beth's job any easier. The crowd had an air of rowdy misbehavior. Beth was pawed and caressed. She was kissed and spanked. The thin cotton skirt offered no protection at all.

A woman walked up behind Beth. She raised Beth's skirt. The woman tucked the skirt in, so that Beth's ass was bared. She whispered into Beth's ear

"Now the men won't be looking at that pretty face of yours. Your ass is much more attractive."

The woman spanked Beth's exposed ass.

"Get her hot boys. Make her eyes sparkle. I don't want to kiss a cold whore."

The woman turned Beth around. She took her into a full embrace. The woman kissed Beth with passion. The woman's hands worked on Beth's tits. She worked Beth's nipples to full erection. She broke the kiss.

"Now you are a perfect whore. Your goods are open for inspection."

The woman worked her hand under Beth's skirt. She stroked her wet vagina.

"A hot whore indeed."

Beth's lust was raging again. There were no whips on the floor, but there were many hands on the floor. Her ass became covered with red splotches. Most would fade quickly. Some would deepen into bright purple bruises.

Beth was happy to be rescued by the attendants. They fixed her skirt and blouse, then escorted her to her assignment. When she arrived at the suite she was ready for anything. Her eyes were sparkling. Her hair was a total mess. There was a couple in the room.

The man was in period costume, dressed like a manor lord. The room was decorated in the same period. The only thing out of place was the woman. She was dressed in a plain short silk robe. As she moved it was apparent, she had nothing on under the robe. She went to the man and kissed him.

"The new servant has been brought for your inspection, and instruction."

The woman walked to a plush padded chair. She nestled into the cushions. On the table next to her was a tall drink, a bottle of body oil, and a dildo.

"Enjoy yourself dear. I shall."

Beth realized she was on stage. An audience of one, was better than no audience at all. Beth's lip was quivering. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Yes sir."

The man walked up to Beth. He looked her over, as he unbuttoned his shirt. He reached up without comment. He pulled the blouse off both shoulders baring both breasts. Beth's arms were tightly ensnared.

Her bound arms, pushed her large breasts out. The manor lord kissed them. He fondled her breasts as he removed his shirt. The lord stepped up close. He embraced Beth. Beth could feel his erection, pressed against her bound hands. The lord kissed her lewdly.

"I am your lord. You can feel your master with your hands."

The man led Beth to a large armless, chair. He sat down, as he forced Beth to her knees. He pulled the blouse over her head. It bunched up around her bound arms. He untied Beth's hands from her waist. He left them tied together.

He made free use of her tits, and her mouth. He unlaced the cloth belt. He untied the skirt, then pushed it off of her wide hips. It fall on the floor, around her legs. He pulled his erection out, and pushed Beth's hands to it.

"This is your master. Kiss your master."

Beth rose up onto her knees. She began to suck her master. Beth used her hands, and mouth. Her masters emissions, were soon in her mouth. Beth sucked, and licked him clean.

The man rested for a short time. He removed his pants. Without a word, he pulled Beth up onto his lap face down. He fondled Beth for some time, without comment. He played with her ass. He intimately inspected her open vagina. He pulled, and pinched her tits. He seemed lost in his play.

"You will obey me in all things. If you do not obey me, this is what you will receive."

The man spanked Beth with hard slaps. He covered both ass cheeks.

"If you are insolent, or uncooperative, this is what you will get."

The man produced a short wide leather strap. He beat Beth's ass with the strap. Beth's tears were real tears of pain. She was crying and pleading.

"Please master, I'll be good. I'll do what ever you tell me to do. I'll please you in your bed. Please master, don't punish me any more."

The man pushed Beth from him as he stood. He led her to a low wide couch. The couch was across from his wife. She was using her dildo. She smiled at the scene before her.

The man lay Beth down on her back. He secured her bound hands, above her head. The man knelt down between Beth's open legs, as he pushed a pillow under her hips. He began to lick and suck Beth's open wet vagina. He did not pause long to drink from her fountain.

He filled Beth with his erection. He took Beth in long powerful thrusts. His thrusts were powerful, but not violent. The man fucked Beth into a blazing orgasm before he found his own. He continued to stroke his softening erection into the silky recesses of Beth's vagina.

The man, and Beth, both fell into a swoon. They basked in the afterglow of their pleasure. After a short time, the man got up, and untied Beth. He bent down and kissed her lightly.

"Thank you, miss. I enjoyed that, a lot."

Beth kissed him lightly.

"So did I."

Beth rose to he feet. She walked over to the woman in the chair. Beth bent down, and kissed her lightly.

"Take good care of your man. Men like that are hard to come by. I know, I'm a professional."

Beth left the suite, with a light happy air about her.

Beth found Ann, at the beautician's station. She towed Ann to the hot tub. Beth took off Ann's robe, then pulled her into the hot tub. At one end of the hot tub there was a catered display. Next to the food were several kinds of drinks.

Beth, ate and drank. She was content as she played with her puppy. Beth was as happy as she had ever been. Her puppy made no demands of her. She seemed to be content just being around her. Beth was not unhappy when an attendant came to escort her to the beautician. Beth kissed the beautician lightly.

"I love the spots. Nice work."

The beautician went to work on Beth. Beth's hair was pulled away from her face, and held back with an ornate clasp. Beth was laced into a Victorian corset. It had lots of lace, surrounding her bare breasts. The corset showed the swell of her hips. The garter straps, held up rose red stockings. Her red shoes, buckled around her ankles.

Her neck was encircled by a wide cloth choker with a large cameo attached to it. Her white blouse was made of stiff linen with lots of lace around her shoulders. Her rather full pale red skirt came modestly to her ankles. The wide leather belt was cinched tight, emphasizing her thin waist and her wide hips.

Beth saw the woman, who played her servant last night. She was being made up. Her costume was of the same period. The clothing was of a lesser quality. She was barefoot. She had the look of a servant. Beth and the servant were bound. Their hands were behind their backs. The attendants delivered them to the floor.

The crowd, immediately surrounded Beth. The crowd around her seemed to have a hundred hands. All of the hands wanted to fondle her intimate places. Beth could see that her servant was receiving the same treatment. Beth was in no way aroused by the rough handling. She was in no mood for the crowd.




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The attendants did not leave them on the floor long. They delivered Beth and her servant, to a small film stage. The film stage was isolated away from the main house. Rick and the director were talking when Beth arrived. Rick looked up and smiled when he saw Beth walk in.

Rick walked up to Beth. He took her into his embrace. He smiled broadly.

"The star is here."

Rick fondled Beth lightly as he kissed her deeply.

"I've seen the proofs from yesterdays shooting. We have a winner. You're defiantly the star of the show."

As Rick spoke to her, a beautician released Beth from her bondage. She began to brush Beth's hair.

Beth started crying. All of the night's indignities settled onto Beth at once. She embraced Rick and sobbed. Rick held her as he let her cry. Rick led her to a couch. He sat down with her.

"What's the problem? Everything is going great."

Beth spoke, with tears running down her face.

"Everything is going great for you. It's not going great for me."

Rick handed her a drink.

"Calm down. What ever the problem is, we'll fix it. Tonight the show must go on."

"That is the problem. For the last two years, all I've done is come to work, and fuck. The show, always must go on. I don't even know who I am anymore."

Beth looked at Rick, pleadingly.

"Rick, putting me in a room with someone, with a stiff whip, and a limp cock, is abuse. I like the bondage and the pain, but I can't keep this pace any longer."

Rick took her into his arms. He rocked her softly.

"We will talk about it in the morning. Right now, I'll just say you have graduated. Up until now, you have been a nameless whore. Now you're a star. If you keep turning in performances like last night, you'll never have to turn a trick ever again."

"I never have to turn a trick again, no matter how I do on stage. I don't know how much money I have, but it's a lot. I have probably made as much money this weekend, as my father makes in a year. I'll perform tonight. I really do love my job. I'll do what I do naturally. Tomorrow we'll talk. Hear me clearly right now. No matter what, I'm stepping off the fast track."

"That's okay by me. Maybe you're right. Maybe I need to get off the fast track as well."

"Slow it down. Right now. Give me some time to get ready. The show must go on. But tonight, there's no audience. The curtain can rise a little late."

"Your right. Let me know when you are ready."

Ann walked up to Beth, as Rick left. Ann was also in costume. Her costume was simple. She wore a full black skirt. The skirt reached almost to her knees. She was wearing a white blouse that was cut conservatively. Her shiny black belt, matched her shiny black shoes.

Ann wore a black leather collar. She also had a small collar on her wrist. A fine gold chain connected the collar at her throat, to the collar on her wrist.

Ann slowly turned around. She spoke with a giggle.

"They have a great costume department here."

The radical hair-do set off the costume well. Beth decided, that Ann looked like a puppy. Beth opened her arms, as Ann slipped into a close embrace. Beth went for a walk, with her puppy.

Beth held Ann, tightly as she walked around.

"I don't know what's wrong. Everything is working, better than I could hope for." 

They walked for a while.

"You want a baby."

Beth stopped. She looked at Ann, intently.

"You are out of your mind." 

Ann giggled.

"Yes. I am. It's simple. You and I will get married. I'll have Ricks baby for you. You can't have a baby, and be a porno star. I'll never be a porno star. I know, I want a baby. I don't want a man. I just want a man's baby."

Ann giggled, again.

"Rick wants a baby also, every man does. It will be so wonderful. I'll say; How did it go, on the set today? You'll say; It was hell. Then we'll have dinner and play with the baby. Your life does not have to be a porno movie."

Beth started laughing out loud. She spoke between peals of laughter.

"I can hardly wait to tell my mother. We'll tell her at my birthday party. We'll get thrown out, before we have to eat any of her lousy cake."

Beth spoke with great humor.

"Pee. I took you for a walk. I do not want you to be a bad puppy."

Ann smiled as she lifted her skirt and squatted down. Ann was smiling as she peed.

Beth was relaxed and ready.

"The show must go on."

Beth, returned to the studio. She surrendered herself to the beauticians. When they finished with her, she went onto the stage. The director spoke.

"Same as last night. No retakes. No script. Play it, like you did last night. Places. Quiet on the set. Go."

Beth was offstage with her maid. The living room was a period piece replica, of an old English manor house. A quite pretty woman was on the stage. She was also in a period costume. She was sitting at a table having tea, when Beth entered the set. The woman looked up. She spoke, with a sneer.

"You've been in this house only one day and you've already fucked my husband. Have you not?"

Beth lowered her head and eyes.

"Yes ma'am. Your husband is quite forceful."

The woman stood up. She walked around Beth and her maid.

"Forceful or not, I shall beat your ass. You'll learn your place in my house."

"Strip. Take off that dress. We will see what charms my husband found so tempting."

"Yes Ma'am. However, it would not be proper to be unclothed, while my maid is still dressed."

Beth pulled her maid, up to the woman. The woman had returned to her chair. Beth pushed the maid onto her knees.

"This one also fucked your husband. She was a virgin. It is most important that she be shown her place as well. She'll be the one he calls to his bed, when he returns tonight. She's wet, just thinking about it. If she's not put in her place, she will have airs about her. She must learn that she is your servant as well as mine. Shall I have her disrobe?"

The woman looked down at the kneeling maid. She inspected her for a moment then slapped her.

"You little whore. You will be my husband's bed slut, for a while. When he has lost his passion for you, I'll still be his wife. Do not forget it."

The woman looked up at Beth.

"Kneel by your maid. You must also learn your place here."

Beth knelt beside her maid with her head bowed.

"Yes ma'am."

The woman looked pleased, as she inspected the kneeling women.

"I have to accept you as an equal, socially. However, in this house I am the mistress."

The lady of the house slapped Beth.

"I am your mistress."

"The woman had an expression of satisfaction on her face when she slapped first Beth, then the maid."

She commanded the maid.

"Strip to the skin. You're a servant. We are ladies."

"Yes mistress."

The maid was crying as she stood up with her head bowed as she disrobed. When she was naked, she returned to her place on her knees before the mistress of the house. Beth spoke.

"She already has airs. I have been unable to beat the insolence out of her. I'm sure you'll succeed where I've failed."

Beth slipped her hand between the maid's legs. Beth withdrew her hand.

"She is wet with her lust for your husband. Either that, or she is in lust with your whip. Either way beat her ass. It will take the arrogant look out of her eyes."

The maid had been blushing and weeping over her nudity. Now she was sobbing.

"No ma'am. Please. I've been a good servant for my mistress. I'll be a good servant for you."

Beth jumped up. She slapped the maid. She was furious.

"How dare you correct me. I said you were a slutty arrogant maid. Did I lie to my mistress?"

The maid replied with an almost hysterical voice.

"No mistress, you did not lie. I've tried so hard to be a good servant."

Beth was glowing.

"You're a slut. You're arrogant. Are you not?"

The maid snapped.

"Yes, I am both a slut and arrogant."

The maid raised her head. She looked at Beth, coldly.

"I seem a slut to you because you're such a cold woman. That is why the master will take me to his bed tonight."

The maid looked over at the seated woman.

"I am arrogant. I have every right, to be arrogant. You are not the master's wife. You are a womb to have his babies in. That is why he will not call you to his bed tonight, even if I were not here."

Both women, looked shocked. Beth slapped her first. The mistress of the house, slapped her next. Beth grabbed the maid by the hair. She pulled her down onto the floor on her stomach. Beth screamed in fury.

"Bitch. Whore. Fucking, slut."

The woman retrieved a rope from one of the drawers. She sat on the maid's ass. She captured the maid's hands and tied them together behind her back.

She smoothed her dress as she rose to her feet. She pulled a small kneeling stool out into the center of the room.

"You will now learn. When I've finished, you'll kiss my ass. You'll lick my asshole. You'll call me mistress. You'll smile, as you do."

Beth and the mistress, knelt the maid onto the padded kneeling rail. The maid's legs were separated. They were fastened, to the bench, with leather straps. The maid was pushed forward.

The padded bench supported her torso, leaving her tits hanging free. When the maid's head was pulled up, it was the same height as the mistress's cunt.

The lady of the house retrieved a whip from the same drawer, the rope had been in. Without a word, she began to slash the maid. Her whip made precisely spaced slashes, from her shoulders to her knees. The maid was screaming and crying.

The lady of the house pulled her dress up. She was wearing no panties. She pulled the maid's face into her bare vagina, muffling her screams.

"As much as I love to hear you scream, I do not want to alarm the other servants."

The mistress glared at Beth.

"You brought this insolent slut into my room."

She slapped Beth, soundly.

"Strip to your corset. I don't want this bitch to think she is as good as you are."

Beth quickly disrobed.

"Yes ma'am."

When she had complied with the mistress' order, she knelt before her.

"Please, forgive me. She's my cousin. I've had to use her as my maid. She has caused me so much trouble. I've never been allowed to beat her. I know you must whip her and me. Please, let me beat her first. I have wanted to for so long."

Beth stood up. She approached the mistress and took her into an embrace. She kissed her deeply. Beth spoke, with a sexy smile.

"When I am done, you'll be excited. I'll kneel before you. I'll show you my loyalty to you, as the mistress of this house."

The mistress smiled, an evil smile.

"It is appropriate that you punish your maid first."

The mistress kissed Beth, with passion.

"You're right lady, it will excite me so."

The mistress, handed the whip to Beth. She retired to her chair. She sat down, grinning broadly.

Beth smiled as she approached her maid with the whip in her hand. The whip was springy and light. It was designed to bring pain, not bruises. Beth stood before her maid. She pulled her maid's head up to look down at her. Beth was standing in her corset, with her legs apart.

The silk stockings and the modern high heels were the only part of the set, that was out of place.

Beth was beautiful. She became the classic dominatrix. Beth's eyes were flashing with passion as she used her hand between her legs. Beth beat her maid with her whip, as she raised her lust with her hand. She held the maid's face up against her cunt.

"Smell your mistress. Kiss your mistress."

The maid kissed Beth's wet open vagina, as far as she could reach in her awkward position.

Beth used the whip on the maids back and ass. She walked to the mistress of the house. She knelt before her. Beth spoke with a wicked smile.

"Let me use her as your husband did last night. I'll show you what a slut she is."

Beth knelt up, and kissed her mistress.

"Then you can have the virginity, her master left intact."

Beth pushed up her mistress's skirt and began to service her with her active tongue. Beth used her mouth with passion. The mistress rose to a small satisfying orgasm into Beth's mouth. When she had relaxed for a bit, the mistress retrieved a dildo from the drawer. She handed it to Beth with a kiss.

"Yes, it does excite me. And, so do you."

Beth walked back to the maid, who was weeping quietly in her shame.

"I'm sure it'll slip right in. Her cunt knows its place better than she does."

Beth used the dildo on herself first. She held the maids head up. She smiled down at her as she masturbated with the dildo. Beth obtained a small satisfying orgasm. Beth held herself up, by leaning on the maid as she moaned and shivered.

Beth was smiling as she used the wet dildo in her maid's mouth. She walked behind her bound maid without letting go of her hair. Beth pulled her head up so that her mistress could watch her maid's face.

Beth slid the dildo easily into her maid's vagina. The maid was as excited as her mistresses were. She accepted the dildo into her open vagina. She fucked herself with the dildo. She cried out her orgasm as her new mistress masturbated in the chair.

Beth returned to kneel before her mistress. She began to use her mouth on her mistress' lush mouth. The mistress had removed her dress. She was dressed in her corset. She was also wearing modern heels, and silk stockings.

Beth used both her mouth and the dildo on the mistress of the house. Beth drew out a loud and animated orgasm. The mistress was in spasms of delight. Beth let the mistress enjoy her afterglow for only a few moments.

"Her ass is as virginal as her cunt was last night."

Beth drew her mistress into a passionate embrace. She kissed her with the same passion. Beth handed her the dildo and the whip with a smile.

"Attend to my maid. I'll wait for my beating. My cunt will be as wet as hers."

The mistress picked up a small jar of lubricant. Without a word, she greased both the dildo and the maid. The mistress pulled up the maid's head as she spoke down to her.

"I'm your mistress. Do not ever forget."

The dildo went into the maids virgin asshole, with difficulty. The maid's screams were loud. Beth picked up her discarded panties. She stuffed them into the maid's screaming mouth, holding them in place with her hand.

"We mustn't alarm the other servants."

The mistress masturbated herself as she fucked the maid's ass.

"If you ever defy me again, I'll put you to a pony for the entertainment of my staff. Have I made myself clear, bitch?"

The maid was sobbing as she screamed behind the gag. She nodded her head, vigorously. The Mistress threw the dildo aside. She then retrieved a clean dildo from the drawer, as she approached Beth. Beth was sitting back against the couch, masturbating.

Her mistress's eyes were shining with excitement as she pulled Beth onto her hands and knees.

"I'll have you now."

The mistress stood in front of Beth as she used the dildo on herself.

"I am your mistress."

The mistress used the whip on Beth as severely as she had used it on the maid. Beth began to croon aloud.

"Yes mistress. I am your servant. Take your pleasure from me. I'll serve you in your bed. Please mistress fuck me. Do not leave me like this."

The mistress fucked Beth with the dildo.

"I'll save your virginity for my bed."

"Yes mistress."

Beth rose to a blazing orgasm. Beth was not acting. The pain always brought up her lust.

Beth roused herself. She led her mistress to the chair. She took the dildo from her hand. Beth used the dildo and her mouth in her mistress' service. The mistress on occasion lifted Beth's face and slapped her. When she did, she would shudder with pleasure.

Beth brought her to orgasm. She did not let her rest. Beth was forceful with the dildo. She again brought her mistress a shuddering climax. Beth went to the maid. Beth released her. She shoved her onto her knees before her mistress.

"Clean up the mistress of this house then attend to me."

Beth pushed the maid's face into her mistress's cunt. She masturbated as she watched.

"Cut. It's a wrap. That was beautiful."

Ann ran up to Beth with sparkling eyes.

"You were wonderful. You're so beautiful."

Beth shrugged off all of the well wishing people. She went directly to Rick. Beth kissed him lightly.

"I'm staying over. I'll see you in your office in the morning."

"Great work, we'll have coffee in the office. Any time will be fine."

Beth went for a shower and some food. Afterwords she walked with Ann. Neither of them said a word. Ann would occasionally lick Beth's hand. Beth would ruffle her head as she continued to walk. Beth did not drink any alcohol as she usually did after a set. She spent the rest of the night cuddled in Ann's arms as she slept.

Beth entered Rick's office. Rick was behind a young woman who was laying face down on Rick's desk. Rick smiled over at Beth. He continued to fuck the submissive woman. Rick was just finishing his orgasm. He filled the woman's cunt with his lust, then dismounted from her as he sat back onto his office chair.

Beth could see the woman was not satisfied, although she was smiling. Rick slapped her on the ass.

"Get dressed. Go find someone to fuck. Preferably a paying customer. There are some early birds out and about, I'm sure."

The young woman smiled as she scooped up her clothes. She spoke as she left the room with her clothes in hand.

"Yes Boss."

Rick poured Beth a drink. He served it to her. Beth knew this was important. Rick usually ordered her to serve him.

"I watched the first cuts of last nights shootings. As you could see, it turned me on."

Rick threw out two magazines onto the table.

"These are the two mags we're selling in Europe. The first one is named 'The Job Interview.' You do remember your job interview, don't you? I do."

Beth blushed a little.

"Yes Rick. I remember."

"The other one is scenes of you, from the specialty houses. I have a third mag, that will be printed next month. We're still partners. You have made a lot of money on these. Your book keeper tells me, you have over a million dollars off shore. He tells me, it would cost fifty cents on the dollar to launder it. You could have half of a million dollars cash in your right now, tax free."

Rick paused. He let the knowledge, sink into Beth's mind.

"Next Thursday is your birthday. Stay home. Celebrate it with your family. They have not seen, much of you lately. We are having your twenty first birthday party here, Friday and Saturday. We are filming your first full length film. You will probably earn sixty or seventy thousand dollars over the weekend. If you turn tricks. Your services are worth a lot right now. You will make much more than that on the film. Maybe a mil the first year."

Beth was smiling broadly.

"You have become very beautiful. You photograph well. But, like your first party houses, your youth and your fame will fade fast. Besides that, very soon all you'll be able to think about will be babies. We'll make a lot of money. And, we'll make it fast. The deal is still on. We're still partners. When this wild ride is over, you will be wealthy. Your money will have been wisely, and prudently, invested. Until then, we'll have to continue working."

Beth's head was swimming. She had a hard time thinking about having a million dollars. Beth trusted Rick. He had a reputation, for being fair with his working girls. Beth decided, she wouldn't think about it. She would continue doing her job, and loving her job. First, it had been about money. Now, it was about love.

Beth smiled a sly little smile as she hugged Ann close to her. She looked at Rick with a big grin on her face.

"Let's talk about babies now."