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Teach Your Masters Well Ch. 01

By: mollyj



It was the first week in October. The afternoon air was pleasant. It would become quite cold, as soon as the sun set. It had been an early fall. Joan was glad to have the hot tub. Allen did not make enough money, to afford such luxuries. Lisa bought it when she moved in.

They had lived on a limited budget, since they had bought the old farm on the edge of the city. Lisa paid rent for her apartment, and bought all of the food. Last month, Lisa had even payed, all of the utility bills.

Before Lisa came into their lives, they had seriously considered selling the farm. Neither of them, had understood how much time, and money, it would take, just to do the upkeep on the old farm. Joan loved the farm. Mostly, she loved the solitude, and peace, that came with it.

Joan slipped into the hot tub. She relaxed almost immediately. The hot swirling water relaxed her body. It did not relax her mind. Every thing had changed, since Lisa had entered their life. Besides the money, that came with her, there was an air of sensuality about her. The air charged with sexual tension, whenever she was around.

Before Lisa, Joan had never been attracted to women. She did not want to be attracted to Lisa, but she was. The tension of the day, was soothed away by the hot water. As her body relaxed, her mind became more active. She knew she didn't have long to be by herself. Lisa would be home soon. Allen would not be home, until tomorrow night. Allen's job helped with the finances. It was a real drag for Joan.

Allen was gone from Tuesday morning, through Thursday night. He worked in town Mondays, and Fridays and came home after work. Allen slept in their bed, only Friday through Monday nights. The other nights, she slept alone. The company rented an apartment for Allen, in each of the towns he worked in. Joan hoped, he was also, sleeping alone on those nights. Allen was tired a lot. Their sex life had become seldom, and sporadic.

They had been having more sex, since Lisa had arrived. Maybe, she thought, it was Lisa's youth, that sparked up the house. Allen had just turned thirty, and Joan was not far behind him. Lisa would be nineteen this weekend. Whatever it was, the house was charged with sex. So was Joan.

She knew that Allen felt the sexual energy, also. On the nights that they were alone in the house, Allen was too tired for sex. When Lisa was in the house, he came to bed excited. The sex they had, with her in the house, was usually passionate, and full. Joan had mixed feelings about it. She loved the sex, when it was good.

Joan let her mind wander, as her hand moved to between her legs. Her hand slipped under the skimpy bathing suit bottom. Joan's other hand went to her bare breasts.

She had begun masturbation early. Her fantasies were always heterosexual, up until now. Her fantasies were always quite tame, up until now. Joan's passion began to rise, as her hand worked. The thought flashed through her mind, The little bitch, will be home soon.

Something about Lisa, made Joan want to slap her. Joan's underlying anger did not raise her ire. It raised her passion.

Joan had seen pictures of bondage, and discipline. They had not raised any passion in her, at the time. Right now the pictures came to her mind. She was becoming aroused. In her mind, Joan could see herself abusing Lisa.

Thinking about slapping Lisa, aroused her. Thinking of pushing her onto her knees, brought more passion. Joan became engrossed with the scene, she had created in her mind. The fantasy had evolved, over the weeks, from just abuse of Lisa, to total domination of her.

Joan's hands were moving faster, as she pictured herself standing over Lisa, who was kneeling before her. Joan could almost feel the whip in her hand. The words, like blows, coming from her mouth.

"You fucking little bitch. You slut. Whore."

As Joan's orgasm began, she shook with pleasure. In her fantasy, she began to slap Lisa. With each wave of pleasure, she envisioned herself slapping her. As her orgasm came to fullness, Joan pictured herself, giving Lisa to Allen. Allen was kissing her, while he fucked Lisa. Joan shuddered, shook, and moaned aloud, as her orgasm took her over.

Joan relaxed into her after glow. She found herself blushing deeply at the fantasy she had just finished. She was confused by the fantasy. Lisa was actually quite nice. She had no bad house habits, except her seeming disregard for nudity.

She was forever walking around the house with little on. She often walked in, for morning coffee, with her robe open, and no clothes on under it. She never wore anything, in the hot tub.

Joan could see, Allen was fascinated by her casual nudity. Neither of them seemed to be flirting, or leering at each other. Joan was thankful for that. Joan, for the millionth time, promised herself, she would not use that fantasy again. As she did, she knew this promise would not be kept, any better than the others had.

Joan's mind slowly became as calm, as her body was. Joan's calmness ended in an instant, as she heard Lisa's car pull into the driveway. She became alert. At the same time, her vagina flushed with wetness.

When she heard the car door close, she became totally, sexually, excited. Joan was blushing red when Lisa entered the back yard. Lisa carried a long black case with her. Lisa sat the case aside, then went up to the hot tub and began to disrobe.

Lisa had a light easy air about her, as she took off her clothes. When the outer layers were off, Lisa walked to the bar, and poured two drinks. As she walked away from Joan, her pert ass was barely covered, with a thin wisp of cloth. Lisa returned to the hot tub, sat the drinks down, and finished disrobing. Joan's heart began beating faster, as Lisa became barer.

Lisa was quite pretty. Not really beautiful. More like cute. Her body was well developed, but was not large. With her clothes on, she seemed almost girlish. With her clothes off, she was fully a woman. Joan was wet, and aroused, as Lisa stepped into the tub. Lisa took a drink over to Joan, and handed it to her, with a light kiss.

Lisa sat close to Joan.

"I'm so excited. Tomorrow we'll celebrate my birthday. I just ended my week in school. I feel like the party starts now. We'll have so much fun. I've arranged it all. We'll have dinner, and dancing into the night. I've reserved a suite for us, so we don't have to drive after home afterwards. I wish Allen were going to be here tonight, so we could all start the party now. We'll have to party alone. I've ordered the caterer . There will be no cooking tonight."

Joan was not sure what angered her, about Lisa, right now. She wanted, more than anything, to slap her. Just the thought, sent waves of pleasure through her. Joan had to resist the impulse to masturbate. Lisa seemed unaware of the sexual tension in Joan.

Lisa urged Joan to drink, while babbling on about the party. Joan relaxed with the drink. Lisa brought the bottle to the hot tub. Joan's vagina flushed with wetness, again, as she watched Lisa walk to the bar, and back.

Lisa poured the next drink.

"A birthday kiss."

Lisa kissed Joan actively, without passion. Joan and Lisa, were both quite loose, when they left the tub. Lisa picked up the case she had brought. She sat it to the table, that was between the long padded bench that Lisa sat on, and the chair that Joan was sitting on. Lisa poured more drinks.

"For my birthday, I've bought you both gifts. You have been so nice to me, since I rented the apartment.

They drank awhile, Lisa retrieved snacks from the refrigerator. They ate and drank in silence. Joan was a little tipsy when Lisa spoke.

"I can't wait any longer. I have to give you your first gift now. It's for you, but I'm sure that you will share it with Allen."

Lisa pushed the case over to Joan, then lay down on her stomach, on the long padded bench.

"Open it now. I can't wait any longer."

Joan took the case and inspected it. It looked like a flute case, but was longer. The case had ornate leather work on it. All of the hardware was gold. There was a small golden lock on the latch.

Lisa took a chain, from around her neck, and threw it to Joan. The chain had a little golden key on it. Joan used the key, then sat the key and lock aside.

Joan flushed with embarrassment, and excitement, as she saw the contents of the case. There were three whips mounted in the lid. In the main case, was an assortment of restraints. In the back of the case was a compartment that had two dildos. One was larger than the other.

Joan was first excited, then she became angry.

"You were invited into our living room. You were not invited into our bedroom."

Lisa had begun to masturbate. As she lay on her stomach, her hands were hidden from view. Her naked ass was rocking. Lisa's eyes were half closed.

"You are right, I am a brazen little bitch."

Joan tried not to react, but found her anger, and her passion, rising.

Lisa looked over at Joan, with an impish smile.

"I flirted with Allen, before he lift for work. It was not the first time."

Joan was furious.

"You fucking little bitch. I should evict you."

Lisa smiled.

"And lose the money? I have lots of it. You don't have to evict me, to make me mind. You can just beat my ass. I have it coming."

Joan now felt manipulated. She had no intention of giving in to Lisa's suggestion.

"I was so horny, I couldn't help my self. I haven't had any relief, since I've gotten here."

Joan was seething, but did not know what to do about it. She had just made up her mind to leave, when Lisa spoke.

"I'll do it again. If you don't stop me. Allen won't be able to stop himself, if I keep it up."

Joan's anger over rode any decisions, she had made to her self. Joan anger flared, as she released the middle whip from its holder. The whip was a springy, leather clad, fiberglass whip. It felt good in Joan's hand.

Joan's vagina flushed with arousal, as she closed her hand on the whip. Joan walked up to Lisa, and slashed her across her naked upturned ass. Joan began to beat Lisa, as she cursed at her.

"You fucking whore. You low class slut. I'll beat you bloody, if you ever fuck with my husband again."

Lisa was crying.

"I'm sorry. Please I'll be good. I've been so bad."

Lisa was in full heat as she cried, and plead. Her hand was working furiously, as she began to climax. Lisa shrieked out her orgasm, as Joan continued to use the whip.

As Lisa's passion subsided, she began to cry, and beg.

"Please don't be mad at me. I was so hot. The whip is the only thing that calms me. Thank you for helping me."

Lisa's tears, brought a new emotion to Joan. Joan now felt sorry for Lisa. She wanted to comfort her. Joan sat beside Lisa and began to pet her.

"It's all right. I'm sure you are sorry."

"I am sorry. Let me make it up to you."

Lisa pushed Joan onto her back.

"I'm sure that using the whip excited you. I could see it in your eyes. I know you're hot."

Lisa began to pull the wet bathing suit bottom off of Joan's wide hips. 

Joan began to resist.

"No. Please. I'm alright. We can't do this."

Lisa's impish smile returned.

"You can stop me. You're bigger than I am. I'm just a little girl. You do not want to stop me."

Lisa had removed Joan's only piece of clothing. Lisa sat next to Joan, and began to stroke her wet open vagina.

"You're excited. You're hot right now. You need to make someone, get you off."

Lisa continued to raise Joan's passion. She spoke in a tiny voice.

"Don't make me do it."

Joan could no longer fight her lust. Joan took a hold of Lisa's hair, and slapped her. Joan flushed with passion. Joan slapped her again.

"You'll make it up to me. Right now."

Joan was smiling, as she pushed Lisa's head between her legs. Joan's passion came from the slap. Her pleasure came from the power she held over Lisa.

Lisa struggled and plead.

"Please don't make me do it. It is so bad."

Joan spoke with glee.

"You'll do it, because you are so bad."

Lisa continued to struggle, as Joan pushed Lisa's head into her open vagina. Joan was using Lisa's face, to masturbate with. Lisa was still struggling, and crying. Lisa's tears inflamed Joan.

Joan pulled Lisa's head up, and slapped her face again. Joan felt spasms of pleasure, flow out from her vagina, to fill her body, with delicious shivers of pleasure. Joan commanded.

"Get your little slut mouth working, or I'll beat your ass again. Next time, I'll use the big whip."

Joan pushed Lisa's head back down to her punishment. Lisa began to suck her off with energy. Joan began to climax. As the waves of pleasure began, Joan pulled Lisa up, and slapped her, then pushed her head back down to her open wet cunt. Joan's orgasm was so powerful, she almost went into a swoon.

Lisa licked Joan clean. She then got a pillow. She put it under Joan's head. Lisa began to rub Joan with smooth, slick body oil. Lisa rubbed Joan down, without any sexual over tones. When she was done, she sat on the edge of the bench, next to Joan's hips.

"If there's anything I can do for you, just make me do it."

"I will. Don't doubt it. And, if you look at my husband again, I'll plant you in the field."

Lisa bowed her head, as she replied.

"Yes mistress."

Joan did not want Lisa to see her blush. She issued a command.

"Get me a drink, and a robe for both of us."

"Yes mistress."

Lisa rose to her duties.

Joan stayed slightly tipsy the rest of the afternoon. Without the alcohol, she would begin to think about what she was doing. Joan was totally aroused on many levels. She ordered Lisa around. Joan used Lisa like a domestic maid.

The sun had set, and the sky was dark, when Lisa spoke.

"Ma'am, the caterer will be here at seven. I've ordered a formal meal. You must wear your best dress. We are going shopping tomorrow. We'll be wearing all new clothes for the party. May I help you dress for dinner?"

"I am sure you will."

Lisa spent the early evening, doing Joan's hair, and nails. Lisa helped Joan in, and out, of several dresses before deciding on one. Joan was dressed, and ready. Lisa spoke, as she left Joan in the living room, with a drink.

"I'll dress especially for you tonight. This will be a girl's only, sleep over party. We'll share it with no one else."

Joan found herself alone. She began to berate herself for her indiscretions. She became first mad at her self , then sad. Joan got up and put some music on, and took a big drink. She said to her self, It happened, and it's not over yet. As they say, just enjoy it, and cry in the morning.

Joan got into the music. She let her body flow, to the beat of the music. She paused, now and then, to take a drink. She smiled, as she said to her self, I'll claim that I was drunk, and didn't know what I was doing. Joan swayed, and danced, to the music. As her mind relaxed, her body became alive, with passion. Joan had never been as aroused, like she was now.

Lisa arrived into the room, with her head bowed.

"If my mistress is not pleased with my dress, I will change it."

Joan received a flush of sexual energy, as she heard Lisa's submissiveness. Joan looked up, and spoke with a stern voice.

"Get over here, and pose for me. I want to see how the dress moves."

Lisa had on a plain, one-piece dress, that had large buttons down the front to the waist. It was cinched around the waist with a leather belt, of modest width. The white dress, had short sleeves with puffy shoulders. The dress flared from the waist. It was cut short. Joan could see that Lisa wore no bra under the thin fabric.

Lisa wore rose red, silk stockings. Her heels were buckled into her ankles. They were not radical either in height or slenderness. Lisa's hair shone from brushing, and professional treatments at the salon. The hair on the sides of her face was pulled back, and clipped with a simple decorative clasp. Her hair moved freely, and never covered her face. Lisa had lip-gloss on, and no other makeup.

Lisa turned, and posed for Joan, always moving to the beat of the music. Joan looked her over. She was pleased with the effect. Joan commanded sternly.

"Come over here."

Lisa stood before Joan, with her head bowed, and her hands clasped behind her back. Joan spoke with disdain.

"If you are going to dress like a slut, do it right."

Joan walked over to a small table, and retrieved a pair of scissors from the drawer. Joan walked back to Lisa, and cut the top three buttons from her dress. The dress was now open to just below her rib cage.

"I'm sure that the caterer will love to see your tits."

"Please mistress, don't make me do that. It would embarrass me too much."

Joan smiled.

"It will amuse me. If I hear any more sniveling, you'll answer the door stripped to the waist." Lisa's lip was quivering, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

"Yes mistress."

Joan ordered Lisa to set the table, and light the candles. When the caterer arrived, Lisa answered the door. She flirted with the server, and flashed her tits for him. Joan, and Lisa, were laughing at his embarrassment, as he left.

The dinner was light, and happy. It was an elegant meal, very well prepared. Lisa served Joan throughout the meal. Lisa kept Joan's wine glass filled.

During the meal Lisa remarked.

"We just got finished reading a Russian novel, in lit class. It was set in the early 1800's. It's about a Russian girl, who was an indentured servant. In old Russia, that was the same as a slave. A high class Russian woman owned the girl. She used the girl, cruelly. The girl wanted to be pure, and chaste. The Russian lady loved to abuse the girl. She made the girl do everything, that she hated to do. It excited me so. No one has slaves anymore. I think it would be easier to be a slave. You would not have to take responsibility, for anything.

"It might be nice, if your mistress was nice. But what if she was cruel, like the Russian lady?"

"That would depend. If she were cruel, and made the girl do things, the girl did not like to do, but found pleasure in, that it would be okay. It would be exciting also." If the lady were just mean, and tortured the girl, that would not be fun, or exciting."

"What if the lady got really excited when she slapped the girl, or beat her?"

Lisa spoke, with a coy smile.

"The girl would probably share in the lady's excitement."

Throughout the meal, Lisa had continued to unbutton her dress. By the time the meal was done, Lisa's dress no longer covered her body. It flashed her body, with each movement. Lisa walked up to Joan with a bowed head, and stood next to her.

"A slave usually has to serve her mistress nude, unless the mistress wants her in a costume. I'll clear the table. Then, I'll serve you in the den, as soon as I've finished with the menial tasks, a slave must perform."

Joan smiled at Lisa, as she unbuckled the belt at Lisa's waist. The dress was now held together by only one button, that had been under the belt.

"Get that dress off. You'll serve me naked. I will keep the belt. You know that slaves are not allowed to wear clothes. I'll attend to your disobedience later."

Lisa took off the dress, and stood naked in her shoes, and stockings, before Joan.

Joan slapped her.

"The shoes also. I wear shoes. You do not."

Lisa was on the edge of tears, as she unbuckled, and removed, her shoes.

"Clean this mess up, then get your dirty little ass in the den. I'm bored, and tense. You will serve me. You'll take care of both of my problems."

Joan stood up, and used the belt, twice, on Lisa's ass, then left the room. As she left the room, she heard Lisa say.

"Yes mistress."

Joan could hardly contain herself. She had never been so excited, ever. Joan sat down on the couch, then slid forward on the seat. Her dress slid up, as she did so. Joan reached under the elastic of her panties, and began to masturbate.


Teach Your Masters Well Ch. 01



Joan was amazed at how excited she was, and how quickly she rose to orgasm. Joan began moaning out her passion. She began to form words, out of her moans of pleasure.

"Oh God. It's so good. I'll slap the bitch. I'll beat her ass. I want her now."

Joan called out, with passion in her voice.

"Lisa, get your slut ass in here. Now."

Lisa came into the den, to her mistress. Joan commanded with a harsh voice.

"On your knees. Kneel before your mistress."

Lisa knelt before Joan. She bowed her head, and lowered her eyes.

"Yes mistress."

Joan commanded.

"Take of my panties."

Lisa followed her orders, with disdain.

"They're dirty. Wash them."

Lisa started to rise.

Joan slapped her.

"Did I tell you to leave?"

Lisa's eyes welled up with tears.

"No mistress."

Joan had an evil smile on her face.

"Wash them with your mouth."

Lisa wailed.

"Please. No. I can't do it. It is dirty."

Joan slapped her.

"I gave the dirty job to you, because you are dirty. You're a slut. You suck dirty panties. Don't you?"

Lisa was crying. She was defeated.

"Yes mistress, I suck your dirty panties."

"You'll suck anything, I put in your dirty mouth. Do it. Now."

Joan slapped her, with the last command. Lisa put the panties up to her mouth, and began to cry as pushed them into her mouth, and sucked on them.

Joan pulled Lisa's head to her crotch.

"I get so excited, when I slap you. My cunt drips when I do it. Eat my pussy, until I scream. Suck me. Use your dirty mouth on me."

Lisa removed the panties from her mouth. She resisted Joan's insistent pressure, on the back of her head.

Joan became wild. She began to beat Lisa, with the belt. Lisa resisted for a while. The pain became too intense. Lisa lowered her head, and began to use her mouth to get Joan off. Joan was wild. Her orgasm, brought her waves of pleasure. Her cunt was filled with the liquid of love. Lisa drank, from the chalice of lust.

Joan relaxed, and looked down at Lisa.

" Did it taste good, my little cunt licker.

Lisa was bright red, when Joan pulled her head up to receive an answer.

"It's dirty. I didn't like doing it."

"I did not ask you if you liked doing it. I asked you if it lasted good?"

Lisa's lip quivered.

"Yes Mistress, it did taste good."

"I knew your were a dirty girl."

Joan pulled Lisa to her, and kissed her with passion, as she fondled Lisa's naked charms.

"I'll make you even dirtier. You'll get off, being my dirty, little, slave.

"Yes Mistress."

CHAPTER

Joan woke the next day to the sight, and smells, of sexual excess. Joan pulled the covers from the sleeping form next to her. Lisa had light bruises on back, and heaver bruises on her ass. Joan found some cooling salve.

Joan was filled with self-reproach. Not only had she bruised, and abused, Lisa through the night, she had been unfaithful to Allen. Tears of shame rose up, as she began to rub the salve onto Lisa's ass, and back. Joan promised herself, that she would never do this again.

Joan was sure, Allen would be seduced by Lisa, also. Obviously Lisa would have to move. Joan began to think about what had happened. As she did, she began to get angry. The little bitch set this whole thing up. As Joan soothed Lisa's bruised ass, she became angrier. Lisa roused up, and smiled at Joan.

Lisa became aware of Joan's mood. Her smile faded.

"Good morning. I slept so good, last night."

Joan took her hand off of Lisa's ass. She stood up, and snapped at Lisa.

"You should have slept soundly. You got your wish. You are evil. You wanted to ruin my marriage, and now you have done it."

All of Joan's emotions released at once. She began to cry. Lisa reached out her hand, to stroke Joan's arm. Joan pulled away. She snapped at Lisa.

"Don't touch me. Get dressed. I will make coffee. We must talk."

When Lisa arrived in the kitchen She was dressed in a skirt and blouse. Joan poured her a cup of coffee. Lisa thanked her for it, and drank from the cup. She spoke, as she sat the cup down.

"We will have to tell Allen."

Joan had been composed, when Lisa entered the kitchen. That changed, when Lisa spoke. Joan broke down in tears. When Lisa tried to comfort Joan, she pulled away, and continued to cry. Joan could not look at Lisa.

"You'll have to move. You'll ruin our marriage, if you haven't done it, already."

Lisa stood, and walked to the house without a word. She returned in a few moments with a small brief case in her hand. She opened the brief case, pulled out some papers, and threw them on the table with a set of keys. Lisa was calm, and had a slight smile.

"You can have your present anyway, I've already bought my new car."

Joan looked at the bill of sale and the title to Lisa's, almost new, very expensive, sport's car.

Joan started to say something, when Lisa threw out some more papers. Lisa seemed quite content with herself.

"I'll have to cancel the order for the new patio, with the outdoor kitchen."

Joan looked at the drawings and plans. She also saw the price tag of almost $200,000. Joan looked at it all, and began to get angry.

"You're talking about, a quarter of a million dollars."

Lisa put another stack of papers on the table.

"This is a business proposal, to invest one million dollars into the farm. It was to be Allen's present. That would make a million and a half, with the rest of the improvements I have planned for this farm. There will be more."

"Nobody has that kind of money, to throw around."

Lisa spoke, as she unbuttoned her blouse.

"I do."

"How much money do you have?"

Lisa smiled, with her impish smile, as she opened her blouse, to reveal her naked tits.

"I've never been able to determine that, other than a lot. I spend a lot, and it never goes away."

Joan spoke with anger in her voice.

"You think you can just buy anything, or anybody, you want?"

Lisa stood. She removed her skirt, and open blouse.

"I always have."

Lisa was standing with her head bowed, and her legs slightly apart. She was standing, with just a pair of pale yellow silk stockings, that were held up by bright yellow garters.

"My mistress seems to be very angry this morning. I have been quite naughty."

Joan was in tears. Her mind flashed from anger, to passion, and back again. Joan suddenly broke down into tears.

"What about my marriage?"

Lisa did not say a word, as she took Joan's hand, and led her out to the hot tub. Lisa, without a word, undressed Joan, with no sexual overtones.

When she had finished, Lisa helped Joan into the tub.

"The water will relax you. I will serve your coffee." Lisa went into the house, as Joan sank into the hot water. Lisa returned with coffee for them both. She entered the tub, with her stockings still on. Joan drank some of the coffee. She realized that it was spiked with a potent alcohol. It was sweet, and creamy. The coffee went down easily.

After a short time of silence, Lisa spoke.

"Allen's no problem. He's a man. If he has not, already, been unfaithful to you, he will be soon. It is the nature of men, to seek adventure, and variety. A man like Allen doesn't have to seek it. It will come to him. In every town that he works in, there is a sexy little whore ready to move into his apartment, and his life. Even if Allen never learns of your infidelity, you'll still lose him"

Joan was now weeping softly. Much to Joan's amazement, she found that she was becoming sexually charged. Lisa moved up into Joan's personal space, and kissed her lightly.

"And what about you? You were, and still are, hot and ready. If it had not been me, it would have been a delivery boy, or a stranger at a bar. A woman needs to get fucked four times a day, not four times a week."

"You make it sound hopeless. According to you I will lose Allen no matter what I do."

Lisa put Joan's hand on her tit.

"You can't think straight, when you are all hot like this. You can keep Allen, that same way you caught him."

Lisa was now kissing Joan on the neck, and stroking her wet cunt. Joan was breathless.

"What do you mean?"

Lisa broke her embrace, and handed Joan her coffee. Joan took a big drink, as Lisa spoke, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"You seduced him. You flirted with him. You caressed him with your eyes, your mouth, and your hands. You wanted to get married. Allen wanted to fuck. Marriage was the price he paid, for a steady piece of ass."

Joan became angry.

"You little bitch. Allen loves me. I'm not just a piece of ass to him. How dare you?"

Joan slapped Lisa. Joan's body flushed with passion, and arousal.

Lisa smiled.

"See, it made you wetter than you already were. You love it. You'll never return to the simpering, hollow sex of familiarity, and routine. Allen will feel the same way."

Lisa returned to stand close to Joan.

"I have made my mistress angry."

Lisa looked at Joan intently.

"My mistress would beat me, for making her angry. Perhaps you're not my mistress. Perhaps, I should just keep looking."

Lisa produced a whip from the side of the tub. She kissed the whip with a bowed head, then offered it to Joan. Joan's head swirled with thoughts. She was totally confused. The only thing that Joan was sure of, was that her body was raging with lust. Her lust, was centered on Lisa.

Joan's passion took control of her. Her eyes narrowed, as she glared at Lisa. Joan slapped Lisa, and growled at her.

"You fucking bitch. You'll pay. Your money won't get you out of this one."

Joan used the whip on Lisa's back, and tit's, as she circled her, in the water. Joan climbed out of the tub, dragging Lisa by the hair behind her. Joan threw Lisa down onto the ground, and began to slash her with the whip. As she did, she berated Lisa. 

"You fucking whore. You think I'm just a piece ass do you? I'll show you who is just a piece of ass."

Joan hauled Lisa to the bedroom, and threw her down on the bed. She then opened the leather case, and took out a set of wrist restraints.

Joan rolled Lisa over onto her stomach. She secured Lisa's hands together, behind her back. Joan was totally in lust, with the situation. Joan reclined on the bed, then pulled Lisa up to her cunt. Joan commanded harshly.

"On your knees bitch. I want your ass. My cunt wants your mouth."

Lisa knelt up, presenting her naked ass up high, where Joan could reach it with the whip. Joan pushed a pillow under Lisa's torso, raising her mouth, so she could comfortably reach Joan's open cunt, with her eager tongue.

Joan was caught in her own lusts, she took no thought of Lisa, or Lisa's needs. Joan shuddered with pleasure, every time she slashed Lisa. Joan's whipping went from frantic, to methodical, as she began to rise to her orgasm. Joan pulled up Lisa's face towards her, and slapped her. The effect was intense. Joan shuddered with waves of pleasure, almost as strong as an orgasm. Joan began to hump herself, against Lisa's face, as she began her climax.

Joan became enraged in her passion. Joan attacked Lisa with fury. She used the whip on Lisa, everywhere that she could reach. Joan began to scream at Lisa.

"Eat it bitch. Use your tongue. Suck me. You sleazy whore."

Joan dropped the whip, and took control of Lisa's head with both hands. Joan used Lisa like a dildo. Joan took her pleasure. She left none of it for Lisa.

When she was finished, Joan pushed Lisa away from her, and lay back in her after glow. Joan took great satisfaction from seeing Lisa's crying form, lying on her back, before her. Lisa was weeping, and pleading softly.

"Please mistress, please."

Joan watched Lisa, with satisfaction. As she watched, Joan's passion began to return. This time her passion, was not blinding sex. This time Joan took pleasure, in her power over Lisa. Joan stood up and said, evilly, as she almost crooned.

"You want a mistress? I'll show you mistress. You'll learn, right now, who your mistress is."

Joan roughly turned Lisa, back onto her stomach, with a command.

"Upon your knees, bitch. I want your ass.

Joan went to the open, leather case. She returned with the larger dildo from the case. Joan found a tube of personal lubricant. She stood in front of Lisa, and began to grease up the dildo. Lisa began to cry as she realized what Joan was going to do. Joan positioned Lisa, so that she could watch her face, as she began to grease up Lisa's ass hole.

Lisa had real fear in her voice.

"No Joan, please, I've never done that."

"Then we are even. I've never raped an ass hole before."

Joan was grinning broadly.

"Do you really want a mistress, or are you just a spoiled, little girl?"

Lisa was crying.

"If it makes my mistress happy."

"I have never been happier."

Joan was grinning, as she forced the dildo into Lisa's upturned ass. It took a lot of force to enter. When it breached the tight muscle of Lisa's ass, it slipped in all the way. Lisa began to weep, and wail. Lisa kicked her feet, and screamed.

"Take it out. It's too big. Please. I can't stand it."

Joan just smiled.

"Perhaps I should just leave you like that, while I masturbate to your tears."

Lisa's real tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Please mistress, either take it out, or fuck me with it."

"I have no intention of taking it out. If you beg, very nicely, I'll fuck you like a whore. But, only if you tell me what a whore you are."

Joan was masturbating, as she watched Lisa. Lisa's lower lip was trembling.

"Please mistress I'm not a whore. I'm a good girl.

"If you want that out of your ass, you'll be my little whore. Do it now, bitch."

Joan accentuated her last command with the whip, once slash for each word.

Lisa began to sob.

"Please mistress fuck me. I am a little whore. I'm your whore. Fuck me, before I die."

Joan began to fuck Lisa's ass hole slowly.

"My little ass fucking whore. I will turn you out to my husband. He'll fuck you. If he wants a strange piece of ass, I will give it to him. I'm not, his piece of ass. You are. I am his wife. You're his piece of ass. I will see to it that he gets his piece of ass, regularly."

Lisa was now actively fucking the dildo. The pain had become pleasure. The pleasure became lust. As the lust took control of Lisa, she began to plead.

"Please, let me have my hands. I need them."

"Perhaps I'll pull the dildo out, and leave you like this."

Lisa wailed.

"Please. I'll do anything."

"I would let a whore's hands loose, but not nice girls hands. A nice girl would do dirty things, with her hands. She would thank me for keeping her pure."

Lisa began to Beg in earnest, "I'm a whore. I want to fuck all the time. I'll fuck you. I'll fuck, for you. I'll eat your cunt. Just, please, let my hands free."

Joan was fucking Lisa powerfully. Joan's eyes were glazed with passion, as she inquired.

"Are you an ass fucking whore?"

"Yes mistress I am."

"Are you going to give my husband, your little cunt to fuck?"

"Yes mistress I will."

Will you beg my husband to fuck you?"

"Yes mistress, I'll beg him, just like I am begging you now. Please."

Lisa was in full heat. She was fucking back against the dildo, as Joan used it roughly. Joan released Lisa's hands.

Lisa's hands disappeared under her torso. Her hips became more active.

"I'm such a bad girl."

"Yes you are, and I will beat your ass for being so bad."

Joan lashed at Lisa, as Lisa climbed to her vocal climax.

Joan left Lisa no time for an after glow, as she lay down on the bed, and pulled Lisa's mouth up to her sopping wet cunt.

"Use you slutty mouth on me. Do it good, or I'll leave you tied up, while I take my husband to dinner, by myself."

Lisa put her whole self into pleasing her mistress. Joan's orgasm was full and deep. Joan's new slave, served her mistress well.

CHAPTER

Joan and Lisa, roused them self's up, and began to get ready to go shopping. Their attitude became that of two young women, getting ready to go on a shopping spree. Lisa continued to feed Joan alcohol.

"The party started last night, and will not be over until the morning comes."

Lisa giggled.

"Or until we all cum."

Both women laughed. The party spirit was light and airy.

As they got dressed, Lisa inquired.

"Have you ever gone shopping with no spending limit?"

Joan blushed.

"No I haven't. I've dreamed of it."

"Sometimes dreams do come true. Like today. Buy anything you see, and like. Don't look at prices. If the dress you choose costs $10,000. We will pay it with a smile."

"A dress that costs $10,000, is something I've never seen.'

Lisa laughed.

"Where we're going to shop for your dress, a $10,000 price tag is not uncommon." We are not coming back until Sunday, so lock it down."

When they got to the car, Lisa tossed Joan the keys.

"You drive. It's your car.

Joan walked around the bright shiny sports car, as if she had never seen it before.

"It is all happening so fast. I can't believe it."

Lisa got in by the passengers door.

"Believe it."

As the women began their drive to the city, Lisa got out her mirror, and inspected her face. It was beginning to puff up. Lisa reached over, and kissed Joan on the cheek.

"If you don't want to walk around town with a battered bride, you'll have to learn to cup your hand a little bit, when you slap me. With a cupped hand you can slap me quite hard, with out leaving a bruise."

The drive was short. Lisa directed Joan to the most elite shopping center in the city. Joan and Lisa shopped, and made many purchases. Lisa spent twenty thousand dollars in the jewelry store. Most of the jewelry was for Joan. They left the store in a gay mood.

"They had a poor selection, that's why we spent so little money there. Next week I'll take you to a real jewelry store."

Joan's head was in a turmoil.

Lisa made arrangements, for all of the purchases to be delivered to the hotel suite, that Lisa had reserved for tonight and Saturday night. After rounds of shopping, Lisa lead Joan to an exclusive teahouse, with private rooms.

They did not have to order, Lisa had made all of the arraignments. The table was spread out, with a variety of snacks, and tidbits. There were three open wine bottles, each in it's own ice bucket. Lisa removed her cloths, and took off her shoes. Lisa was naked, except for her silk stockings. Lisa served Joan little bites of food, and wine from her mouth. Joan ate quite a lot, quite quickly. She had been hungry. When her hunger faded, another hunger arose in her.

Lisa spoke.

"I've arranged for us to do some shopping here. We'll have a fashion show."

Lisa pushed a signal button, and knelt next to her mistress. Joan blushed furiously, as a well dressed, middle aged woman, came into the room. She was accompanied by a young woman, who was wearing almost nothing. The young woman began to pose for Joan. 

The older woman addressed Joan.

"I have selected a range of fine night wear. This is for the most intimate settings. Pure silk."

The lady led the model to Joan.

"Touch it. It begs to be petted. So does our model. She is not shy."

Joan flushed with sexual energy, as she listened. As the model approached, Joan slid her hand over the fine silk. Joan slid her hand, slowly up the models thigh, pausing to stroke her ass. Joan continued sliding her hand up, until it was fondling the models breast.

The older woman paid no attention to Joan's indiscretions, as the fashion show continued. After each showing, the model would slip into a small dressing room, and change outfits. Lisa served Joan wine, and goodies, as the fashion show continued. Lisa ordered everything, in a rainbow of colors.

As the show progressed, Joan became bolder. The fashions were all, sexy and brief. Joan found reason to inspect them all, quite closely.

Joan had the young model in a state of excitement. The last outfit was an underwear set, that had cut outs in the bra cups. The bra cups were just large enough, to cover the model's breasts. The cut outs bared the young model's nipples. 




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The model's nipples were erect, from Joan's fondling. The garter belt was wide, and cinched tight. The older woman spoke, as the model posed, in the last outfit.

"That concludes the fashion show. We do appreciate your order. I will leave you, to inspect the last outfit. Feel free to inspect it. Intimately."

The woman paused at the door, and looked back at Joan.

"Our model, is quite cooperative."

"You're quite cooperative, aren't you?"

The model bowed her head.

"Yes Mistress."

As the door closed, the model knelt before Joan.

"I am very cooperative Ma'am."

Joan's head was reeling from the alcohol, and the erotic sitting. Without thinking, Joan slid forward on her seat, and pulled the models head to her crotch. The model was indeed very cooperative. She went about her task, eagerly. Joan was already wet, and excited. It took the model no time at all, to bring Joan to a satisfying orgasm.

Joan lay back. Her body was not raging, but her mind was. Joan began to smile a wicked smile.

"We can't leave this young woman like this. She is excited, and needs relief."

Joan's eyes narrowed.

"You ordered her. You'll take care of her. Give me your belt."

Lisa began to beg, and plead, as she handed Joan her belt.

"Please mistress. Don't make me do that. It's so dirty."

Joan rose to her feet, and slapped Lisa, with her hand cupped. Joan was wild with the passion of power, and control. Joan pushed Lisa down, and used the belt, she had taken from her.

"You little bitch. I gave you an order. You will obey me." Joan began to beat Lisa with the belt.

Lisa looked up, with tears in her eyes.

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

Joan paused in her fury, and smiled down at Lisa's weeping face.

"Not good enough. You didn't follow my orders. Now you will have to beg to eat her cunt."

Lisa wailed.

"Please mistress, I can't do it."

Joan was smiling.

"Then I shall get my pleasure, from beating you silly. I'll masturbate while you cry. I love your tears."

Lisa endured the wide belt, powered my Joan's lust, for a while, and then relented. Lisa began to beg.

"Please mistress. Please let me do it."

Joan smiled down at Lisa.

"Do what, little girl. What do you want to do?"

Joan returned to her lashing of Lisa. Lisa has blushing, and flustered.

"Let me eat her cunt."

Joan smiled down at Lisa who was covered with red welts, and yesterday's bruises.

"It's not my cunt, you are going to eat, right now. Beg the cunt, you are going to eat."

Joan pulled Lisa up by the hair and spoke, with venom in her voice.

"You are going to eat it." 

Lisa knelt in front of the model.

"My mistress wants me to eat your cunt."

The model took Lisa into her arms.

"You must obey your mistress, as I must obey mine."

The model kissed Lisa with passion.

When the model broke the kiss, Joan slashed at Lisa.

"You little bitch. Beg to eat her cunt, because you want to eat it. Tell her how nice it is, and how much you love to eat cunt."

Lisa was crying.

"Please let me eat your cunt. I'm a cunt licker. I love your cunt. I want to eat it." 

Joan pulled the model up onto the long wide couch. She laid her down on her back, with the model's head on her lap. Lisa knelt between the models legs, and dipped her head down to her assignment. Joan looked down into the model.

"She's a bad girl, but a good cunt licker. If she doesn't please you, I will beat her until she does."

Joan reveled in the power she had, over both women. Joan used the models tits, and mouth, like toys to play with. Joan was excited, but not aroused. The model began to moan, and rock her hips, as her climax began to rise. Joan sucked the models passion, from her lips.

The model gave Joan the passion, that Lisa raised with her mouth.

When the model was finished, Lisa dismissed her with a large tip, and a kiss. Lisa dressed, as Joan smiled in contentment. Joan realized that the power she had over Lisa, was as satisfying as sex. Joan smiled and thought to her self, It's all like a dream.

"When ever my mistress is ready, we have two more stores to go to."

Joan's eyes were glazed with passion, as she slid forward in the seat, and reclined back.

"Not quite yet, my little whore. My cunt is dripping. You'll suck it dry."

"Yes mistress,"

Lisa lowered her head, to Joan's wet cunt."

After Joan was calmed by Lisa's active mouth. Lisa led Joan to an exclusive intimate apparel shop.

"My mistress wishes to see some special wear for her bedroom."

"Yes ma'am. Right this way."

The clerk led them to a back room. As Joan walked in, her breath was taken away. She flushed with sexual excitement at the sight of the erotic clothing, whips, and sex toys. And, the smell of leather.

"My mistress wants several outfits, custom made, and two outfits to go."

The clerk measured Joan, as Lisa picked out styles for her. Lisa found a black corset, and boots, that fit well enough. The boot heels were quite radical, in both their height, and the needle points of the heels. Lisa also found a royal purple, very brief, corset, with tall heels, and silk stockings, to match.

Lisa did the shopping. She was sure, that she knew what her mistress wanted, even if her mistress did not.

After the purchases the clerk spoke to Lisa.

"And what shall we get for you?"

"Only stockings, garter belts, and garters. My mistress doesn't allow me to wear clothes, or shoes."

"I am sure that your mistress is right. A slave needs no clothes, or shoes."

Joan was blushing, as they left the store. Lisa led them to a store that specialized in evening wear. Lisa shopped for Joan, and brought selections for her approval. They chose a beautiful gown, that accentuated Joan's sexuality. It was stunning, in it's simplicity.

"We must find a gown for you."

"Oh no, mistress I must be in a simple dress. You are the star. Unless you want Allen staring at me, all night."

Joan glared.

"If he does, you'll be unable to walk in the morning."

They picked out a simple, conservative dress for Lisa.

When they left the store, Lisa spoke.

"It's time to go to the hotel. Allen will be off work soon. He'll meet us there."

The hotel was the nicest, and most expensive, hotel in town. Joan parked in front of the door, and left the car for the valet. When Lisa got out, she had the leather case, that she had given Joan. Joan looked at it, and sighed. She had purposely left the case at home. She had intended to break this all to Allen, slowly. That was obviously not in Lisa's plans.

Joan thought to her self, The slave seems to be in charge. Joan felt at ease with the situation. Joan was having great fun being the mistress, but she was sure that she would not know how to do it, without Lisa's directions.

At the desk, the clerk spoke.

"Your suite is ready. I have assigned a maid. She has unpacked your purchases, and has put them away. I do hope your stay here is pleasant. Anything that you have need of, just let me know. That is, anything, you need." 

When Joan got off of the elevator, at the top floor, she noted that there were only four doors in the hallway. When they entered the room, Joan's eyes were wide with amazement. The suite dripped with elegance, and style. The front room, alone, was larger, than most hotel suites. There was a dining nook, in the corner. An entertainment center covered one whole wall.

Lisa showed Joan the master bedroom, with two walk-in closets. One closet were filled with the purchases, they had made earlier. The quite pretty maid, in a skimpy uniform, showed Joan where she had put everything.

"If you don't like the way she did it, beat her ass. They'll just add an extra fee for it."

Joan glared at Lisa, as she curtly dismissed the maid.

Lisa ignored the glare.

"Come let me show you the play room."

Lisa led Joan to the other bedroom. When she opened the door, Joan gasped. The room was intimately decorated with soft lighting. The room contained a large heart shaped bed. It also contained, the same sized, heart shaped hot tub. The two hearts came together with a padded bench between them, so that you could easily go from the tub, to the bed.

Lisa spoke in a soft voice.

"I thought that the honey moon suite, would be appropriate."

Lisa stepped up, embraced Joan, then kissed her deeply.

"It's like getting married you know."

Lisa looked up longingly at Joan.

"I do hope it is."

Joan looked down at Lisa. She kissed her deeply.

"So do I."

Lisa left Joan, and returned with the leather case. Lisa placed it on the padded bench, and opened it, like a reminder to Joan what this evening was about. Lisa then placed the little chain, that held the key, around Joan's neck. She kissed Joan lovingly.

"It's yours. Don't give the key to anyone else, ever, not even Allen."

Joan walked around the suite with amazement, at the luxury of it. Lisa had ordered champagne, for all three rooms. Joan took Lisa in her arms.

"I can't believe it. If it had a lawn, it would be a house."

Lisa giggled, and took Joan by the hand. She led Joan across the living room, to the far wall, and opened a curtain. There was an enclosed patio complete with a fishpond, and a small lawn.

"There's no kitchen. That's why it is a suite, instead of a house."

Both women were laughing. The air became light, and easy, as the women danced, and drank champagne.

Joan was light headed, when Allen arrived. She met him at the door dressed in heels, and a short silk robe tied at the waist. Joan's robe had an embroidered green dragon, across her shoulder and chest.

Lisa stayed back, as Joan met Allen, with a deep kiss. Lisa wore a, plain white, short silk robe, without a tie or buttons. As she moved, her silk clad legs, and her bare breasts came, and went, from view.

Joan led Allen over to a couch, and began to take off his tie, and shoes. Lisa served him champagne. Lisa made sure, when she bent over to pour the wine, the view of her near naked body was not blocked from Allen's gaze. Joan took a breath, and said to her self, There is no easing into it, with that bitch around." Then Joan smiled and added to herself, I'll beat her ass for it.

Joan knelt up onto the couch, and said, as she nibbled at Allen's neck.

"She's pretty, don't you think?"

Allen responded, as Joan unbuttoned his shirt, and loosened his belt. Allen was flustered, and blushing.

"She is pretty."

"She's pretty out side, but inside she is a little cock teasing whore."

Joan looked over at Lisa. She spoke with menace in her voice.

"That is correct, is it not?"

Lisa bowed her head, meekly.

"Yes mistress."

Allen started to rise.

"What the hell is going on here."

Joan pushed him back down.

"Just relax, and let it happen. It's happening. And, it's happening fast."

Joan changed her tone, and demeanor.

"You want to know what is happening here? I'll tell you. The little bitch has be flirting with you, and you've been getting off on it."

"She told you? I didn't touch her. I didn't encourage her."

Joan knelt up, and kissed Allen lightly.

"But you did taste her with your eyes, and she tasted good to you. Don't deny it. Your erection was as big as your wrist, last time she flashed you some tit."

"Yea I got hard. I'm a man. But, I didn't touch her."

Joan stood up.

"I did touch her. I beat her ass, for fucking with you."

Joan looked at Lisa, and commanded.

"Show him your ass, bitch."

Lisa bowed her head, and without a word she shrugged off her robe, and turned her back on Allen. Lisa stood for inspection in only her stockings, and garters."

Allen could see the bruises across her back, and ass. Allen was flustered, and embarrassed. The scene before him aroused him.

"She owes me, and the bitch is going to pay. She has agreed to be my indentured servant for one year. She is on duty right now."

Joan snapped at Lisa.

"Serve my husband wine."

"Yes mistress."

Lisa walked up to Allen, and refilled his glass.

Joan stroked Allen's erection.

"Her first lesion, is to never leave my husband with an erection. The little cock teaser got caught this time."

Joan began to open Allen's pants, she smiled wickedly.

"Touch her. She's mine. I own all of her, even her sweet ass."

Allen reached out, and began to stroke Lisa's tits.

"You don't have to treat her like a lady. She's a slut. Take her. Make the little bitch sorry she messed with me. She needs a strong hand."

Joan continued to stroke Allen's erection. Allen let himself go. He began to maul Lisa's body. He pushed his hand into her crotch, and explored her intimately. Allen's hand found her hot, wet, and open cunt. Allen's fingers slipped easily into Lisa's vagina.

"You're right, she is a slut."

Joan snapped her command to Lisa.

"Strip my man."

Lisa complied. Allen took advantage of Lisa's closeness, with his probing hands.

"She needs a good spanking from you. She must understand, that you are her master."

Allen was grinning broadly, as Lisa lay across his lap.

"Please master, I'm sorry."

Allen began to spank Lisa, with firm hard spanks. Lisa was crying, and pleading.

"It gets you hot, doesn't it?"

"Yes it does. I want to fuck her."

"Not yet. Take her mouth, first. I want to see the bitch, with your dick in her throat. I'll see that she is lively."

Allen pushed Lisa onto the floor, kneeling between his legs.

Joan stood up, took Allen's belt from his pants, and began to beat Lisa's ass.

"Take my husband's cock, bitch. Put some life into it. You are nothing but a mouth, for my man right now."

Lisa was crying, as Joan beat her, She served her new master. Allen exploded into Lisa's Mouth. Lisa tried to pull away, but Allen held her head and pumped her mouth full.

"Swallow it bitch."

Lisa was totally turned on. She reached her hand down between her legs.

"Not a chance, bitch. Keep your hands out of it. You'll get off when, and if, I tell you to.

"Come with me. Both of you."

Joan led them to the playroom and removed her robe. She was wearing a severe corset made from soft leather. Her radical heels, and the whip in her hand, gave her the look of a dominant. Her costume, and her eyes, showed her complete control of the situation. Joan looked over at the open case.

"On the bed. Both of you."

Joan stalked Lisa, like a cat. She used the whip without rhythm, or cadence. Joan's eyes were sparkling with lust, and excitement.

"I Love to beat her ass, it makes me wet. I'm so turned on."

Joan knelt up, and Kissed Allen, then whispered into his ear,

"I made her suck me off. It's not enough. I need my man's cock. I need my man's cock, right now.

Joan stood up, and glared at Lisa.

"Get my man ready. Use your slut mouth on him." Lisa knelt over Allen's reclining form, and took his swelling cock into her mouth, as Joan whipped her ass.

Joan began to openly masturbate, as she used the whip on Lisa's kneeling form. Joan was wild, with pure sexual need. Joan saw that Allen was ready. She snapped her commands to Lisa.

"Get away from my man, bitch. Stay where he can see you. Do not touch your cunt."

Lisa obeyed, with tears of frustration in her eyes.

Joan dropped her whip, and crawled up to Allen.

"The little slut sucked me off last night, and today. I got off good. She didn't satisfy me. You always do. Fuck me. Fill me up. Use me. Use me hard. I want a mans strong touch."

Allen took Joan, with passion, and force. Joan was so excited, that she began to climax, as soon as he began to fuck her. Allen's lust was raging. There was no way, he could be gentle. Allen took Joan completely. Joan was screaming out her passion, as Allen slammed his ejaculating cock deep into her. Joan was shuddering. She was in a swoon. She just lay back, shuddered, and moaned.

After a while, Lisa came to Joan, and began to unlace her from the corset. Lisa disrobed her mistress, then she slid off of the bed.

"You two have a nice hot tub, and enjoy your honey moon. I'll call for snacks. I'll notify the tailor that we are ready. He will be here in a half hour."

Allen looked up as he spoke.

"A tailor? What for?"

Lisa replied, as she left the room.

"For your new suit. We are going to dinner, and dancing. Your work suit will be out of place with my mistress's new evening gown."

Joan slid across the bench, and into the hot water. She spoke to Lisa, as she left.

"Don't put your robe on. Answer the door dressed as you are. And you had better, keep your hand out of your cunt. I could still tie you up, and leave you here, while Allen and I go to dinner."

Allen climbed into the hot tub.

"We can't afford a new suit."

Joan laughed.

"No we can't. But, my servant can, and will, afford it."

Joan snickered.

"I will beat her ass, if she doesn't. But then, I'll beat her ass if, she does."

"I really don't understand any of this. I'm enjoying it, but I don't understand it."

"You'll understand it later. Right now just enjoy it. There is more to come."

Lisa met the tailor at the door, wearing nothing but her stockings. Lisa led him into the front room, and then knelt next to Joan. The tailor had two racks of clothes, and a female assistant. Allen was measured. Joan, and the tailor, picked out the suit. Lisa regularly rose up, and refilled the glasses. The tailor said that he would be able to alter one of the suits in a half hour.

The tailor spoke to Allen.

"Your servant said that you would arrive without luggage. She gave me your sizes. I have brought a rack of casual clothes. And, a full set of accessories. My assistant has hung the clothes in your closet. She has put the accessories in your dresser. Just leave any that you do not wear, they will be returned. I do hope that the selection meets your approval. If you need any other clothes, or want different styles, just have your servant call. You suit will be delivered, as quickly as it can be done.

Lisa let the tailor out.

"Allen you are on your own for awhile. We women will go get dressed. Relax. Have a shower. The suit will be done, before we are."

Lisa picked up the room service phone, and spoke.

"Send a beautician, in fifteen minutes."

Lisa returned the phone to the cradle, without waiting for a reply. 

Joan, and Lisa, left to be bathed, and primped." The beautician did their hair, and makeup. When they were finished they looked themselves over. Joan was stunning. Lisa was neat, and proper.

Allen met them in the front room, dressed in his new suit. Lisa spoke.

"I have it all arranged. Our tables are reserved. We may leave any time."

Joan looked over at Lisa.

"You seem to have arranged everything."

Lisa said, with her impish smile, "Yes mistress, I have."

Note: If you are homophobic, when it comes to male/male sex. Skip part two, it will spoil your day. If you are homophobic, you might find many of your days spoiled. The fairies are no longer in the closet.



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Their dinner was well prepared, and well served. The air was light and party like. The restaurant had access to the dance floor. Lisa was not allowed into the bar area, but she could go out on the dance floor. Allen danced with Joan, then asked Lisa to dance.

"Oh, no sir. I am so clumsy. I do not dance well. I do love to watch you, and Joan dance. You are the perfect couple. I do not want to spoil your night. Besides, it is improper for a servant to dance with her masters, in public."

Joan and Allen danced, and drank a lot. Lisa made arrangements be served alcohol at the table.  Lisa produced very large tips to the servers. Their service was excellent. Allen, and Joan, were necking, and petting like teenagers.

They were both a little light headed, when Joan began to stroke Allen to an erection under the tablecloth. Joan looked pleased.

"Dear you seem so uptight right now. I'm sure we will have to do something about it, before we leave. I still want to dance some more."

Joan signaled the waiter.

"I would like to have a little pillow for by back."

"Right away ma'am."

When the waiter produced the pillow, Joan dropped it on the floor between Allen's legs.

"I am sure my servant can relieve your tension."

Lisa began to blush at the suggestion. Joan glared at Lisa.

"You have dropped something under the table."

The linen tablecloth was long enough to conceal Lisa, and her task, from the public. When Lisa got into position, Joan already had Allen's erection out. Lisa went about her task, with great energy, and excitement.

They danced awhile longer. Joan was beginning to become agitated. She had the fire of raging lust in her eyes.

"Now I'm the one that is uptight. A servant under the table, won't help me right now. I need way more than that."

Joan began to tease Allen.

"She is pretty. Do you want her?" 

Allen just nodded.

"She gets so hot. She loves to be fucked. But you have to make her do it."

Joan's mood changed to one of evil delight.

"Haven't you ever had a little bitch, cock teaser, leave you high and dry? Didn't it piss you off? Didn't you want to slap her, then make her give it up?"

"Yes, I have."

"She flirted with you. She flashed her self at you. She sent you out the door, with a hard on. Then, she bragged about it."

Allen was glaring at Lisa.

"Yes she did."

Joan giggled a little.

"I get so turned on, when I slap her. It makes me hot. You must be careful. I have slapped her a lot today. It excites me so much. I can't wait. I want to see you rape her. I am sure it will excite me as much, as it does to slap her."

Lisa's eyes were brimming with tears when they arrived back at the suite. The door was barely closed when Allen grabbed Lisa by the hair and slapped her soundly.

"You fucking bitch, whore. You slept with my wife. You fucked with me. You'll pay."

"Please master. I didn't mean to. I couldn't help my self. She is so beautiful. I'll be good. I won't be bad again."

"You are a slut."

Lisa wailed

"No. I'm a good girl."

"You have a spanking coming. I'm going to give it to you. Get naked."

"Please. I can't do it."

Allen grinned broadly.

"I'll do it for you."

Allen began to rip Lisa's clothes, from her body. Allen handled her roughly, as he violently removed all of her clothes. Allen sat down on the couch, and then pulled Lisa across his lap. Allen began to spank her with hard loud slaps.

Allen covered her ass with bright red splotches. Allen's lust was raging, as he threw Lisa on to the floor at his feet, and opened his pants.

Joan was engrossed it the scene. She had taken a seat in a chair, across from Allen, and his victim. Joan had her dress up around her waist, and was masturbating as she watched.

Allen pulled the crying woman up to her knees.

"I'll teach you to fuck with me."

Lisa was protesting, and struggling as Allen pushed her head down onto his erection. He pulled his belt from the loops of his pants. Allen held Lisa's head in place with one hand, as he used the belt with the other. Lisa stopped struggling. She did not stop crying.

Allen used her mouth. He did not get a blow job from Lisa. He fucked Lisa in the mouth. He continued to use the belt, as he stroked him self into her mouth. Allen was screaming at Lisa, as he filled her mouth with his cum.

"You little slut whore. You'll pay. You'll swallow it all. Then I'll fill your cunt."

Allen finished with Lisa and then threw her on the ground. Lisa lay on the rug, and cried, as Allen fixed his pants.

Joan left the room. She returned a short time later. She had the restraints, and a whip, from the leather case in her hands. Joan went to Lisa, and pushed her over on to her stomach, then secured her hands behind her back. Joan then pulled Allen up.

"Let's get comfortable."

Joan led Allen, who had Lisa by the hair. Joan led Allen into the honeymoon suite. Allen threw Lisa roughly onto the bed. Joan began to undress Allen.

"I was so turned on. I want to see you take her. Use her. Make her hot. Beat her ass. Fuck her."

Joan finished undressing her man. She removed her outer clothes. Underneath her gown, Joan was wearing a brief, tight leather corset. The corset was cut low, and short. Allen climbed onto the bed and began to fondle the bound woman, on the bed, as he watched Joan undress.

Joan went to the leather case, and removed one of the whips. Joan also, picked up one of the dildos. Joan climbed up onto the bed. She grinned as she handed Allen the whip.

"Beat her until she's hot."

Joan reclined back away from Allen, and began to masturbate. Joan started with her hand. She progressed to the dildo, as the scene got hotter.

Allen was wild, in his domination of Lisa. He explored her body, with both his hands, and his mouth. Lisa tried to pull her mouth away from him, as he attempted to kiss her. Allen became enraged. Allen slapped her.

"Kiss me bitch, or I will slap you until you do."

Lisa was crying, as she offered her mouth to Allen. He kissed her, lewdly. Allen broke the kiss, then slapped her again.

"You little cock teaser. You wanted it, now you have it. You'll kiss me like a whore. It should be easy, you seem to be quite the little whore."

"No. I'm not a whore."

Allen's mouth descended on to Lisa's. Lisa resisted the oral assault for a moment, then her passion broke. Lisa began to kiss Allen with her mouth, and her tongue. Lisa had become wild in her passion. Allen worked on Lisa's tits. He sucked up her nipples. He then began to bite them, with sharp painful nips. Allen brought Lisa's nipples to full erection. He also left little bruises across the globes of Lisa's tits.

Allen's hand began to stroke Lisa's cunt. Lisa's vagina was open, and wet. Lisa was breathing hard. Her hips were rocking. Her heart was pounding.

"Fucking whore. Bitch. Open your legs."

Lisa spread her self, as wide as she could.

Allen knelt between her legs.

" Ask me, like a slut, to eat your cunt."

"No, I am not like that."

"You are like that. You'll ask me nicely."

Allen used the whip on the insides of Lisa's thighs. He used short sharp slashes. As his whip worked it's way down her thighs, Lisa plead with Allen to stop. Allen continued to lay bright red welts down her legs.

"Ask me nicely, or I'll use the whip between your legs."

Lisa's lip was trembling.

"Allen please eat me. Please."

Allen continued to lash her.

"Like a slut." Lisa was sobbing.

"Please eat my cunt. Make me come. Please."

Allen lowered his head to Lisa's open vagina. His assault on her cunt was as lewd as his kisses had been. Allen spent little time on his oral assault. His raging erection demanded more. Allen raised up with an evil look in his eyes.

"I'll beat your ass."

Allen rolled Lisa over on to her stomach. He had his erection in one hand. He had the whip in the other. Allen's lust had been taken care of earlier. He was well into his passion, as he began to methodically beat Lisa's ass.

"I'll teach you to fuck with me. You'll never swing that hot ass at me, without fucking me again. Are you hot, bitch?"

Lisa wailed.

"Yes master. I'm hot for you."

Allen then knelt behind Lisa, and fit his erection into her open vagina.

"Act like a bitch, and I will fuck you like a bitch. A bitch in heat."

Allen used his erection like a weapon. He drove it home in deep hard thrusts. Lisa became wild. She began to reach her orgasm. Allen pulled his erection out, and rolled Lisa onto her back. Lisa began to plead,

"Please don't leave me like this. Please fuck me."

Allen was kneeling between her legs, stroking his shinny, wet erection.

"Maybe I will just jack off on you, and leave you like this all night."

Lisa began to beg in earnest.

"Please fuck me. I'm your whore. I'm your slut. I will fuck you whenever you want. Please don't leave me like this."

Allen enjoyed her begging. His cock wanted more than his hand. Allen lowered himself, and reinserted his erection into Lisa. He began to fuck her with passion.

Lisa was writhing, and moaning, under him. She began to orgasm, in waves of shuddering pleasure. Lisa's orgasm seemed to go on forever. Allen reached for his orgasm. His orgasm, filled his whole body with waves of pleasure. Allen filled Lisa's cunt with his passion, and his seed.

Joan was pleased, as she watched her man fuck Lisa. She reveled in the fact that she had made him happy. Joan's orgasm was full of satisfaction, watching her man take her servant. For the first time, Allen was not her husband. He was her man. She intended to satisfy her man. She would see to it, that he got variety in his life. She would take care of all of his needs.

When Allen had rested a bit, Joan crawled over to him, and kissed him deeply.

"I hope you liked Lisa's birthday present."

Allen just grinned.

Joan released Lisa's arms from behind her back.

"Sleep little girl, you have another hard day ahead of you. The party is not over until tomorrow night. You sleep in the playroom. I am sleeping with my man, in my bed."

Joan took control of her man, and her life.  When they got into the bed, in the master bedroom, Joan slowly fucked her man, with tender passion. Joan, and Allen, slept better than they had in a long time.

CHAPTER

Lisa gently woke Allen, and Joan up, from the foot of the bed, with gentle shaking. The sleeping couple roused, Lisa said brightly.

"Get up, you lazy heads. The day is all planned, and it's getting late."

Allen smiled at Lisa, as he pulled the covers off of him, and displayed his morning erection.

"Oh, no sir. This is my mistress's bed. Only she can invite me in."

"Go get the coffee ready. I will take care of my man this morning."

Lisa giggled.

"Yes mistress."

Lisa left the bedroom as Joan lowered her mouth onto Allen's erection. Joan served her man well. After Allen was satisfied for the morning, they showered, and dressed. They entered the living room hand in hand.

Lisa was in stockings, and garters, as she led them to the patio. She had laid out coffee and pastries. Joan had some coffee, then addressed Allen.

"Everything has changed. There must be some ground rules, or it will get crazy. First, Lisa is my servant. She answers to me. Just because I let you fuck my servant, last night, does not mean that you can just fuck any bitch that smiles at you. We are still married. It's our sex life. We will share it. You will have no private sex life, secret from me. As to my servant you may use her mouth, and her pussy. Her ass hole is mine. Do not even touch it."

Joan glared at Allen.

"Yes ma'am."

"If you want an ass hole to fuck, I will rent you a boy, or girl. Your call."

Allen blushed. Joan got up, and went to Allen. Joan straddled Allen's legs, and sat on his lap. She was smiling deeply.

I saw your eyes, when I said a boy asshole. You're blushing. Get honest. We must be honest with each other, if this is to work. Tell me about the boy in your mind."

Allen was blushing bright red.

"Well I have had fantasies about being with a man. I've never done it, I've just thought about it, sometimes."

Joan looked over at Lisa.

"We can find a nice male ass hole for Allen to fuck tonight, can't we?"

Lisa giggled.

"Do you want a boy that looks like a girl, or one that looks like a boy?"

Allen was blushing.

"I want one that looks like a man. A gentle man not rough."

"I will change the reservations to a party of four. Then we will all four party."

Lisa walked up to Allen.

"Here is your second present."

Allen took the envelope, and looked inside. Allen began to grin.

"It is an executive box at the stadium, for the big game today. The box holds six. You may take five of your friends."

"No one has tickets for the game. This is worth a fortune."

Lisa snickered.

"My fortune is still intact. There is a limo at your convenience, to pick the guys up with."

Lisa handed Allen another envelope.

"This is two thousand dollars, to cover expenses."

"You are serious about a fortune, aren't you?"

"I only discus those matters with my mistress."

Joan spoke up.

"Going to the game is not a party to me."

"The game is for the guys. We are going shopping." Lisa looked at Allen.

"My mistress is going to have my ears, and my nipples, pierced today. We must buy gold and jewels to put in them. And, we will buy more clothes. A woman never has enough clothes. You should start calling the guys. We'll have a late dinner, at nine."

Allen got up and went to the phone.

"What shall I tell the guys about my new wealth?"

"Tell them, your wife won the lottery. I did, you know."

Joan took Lisa into her arms.

"Kiss me, my little lottery prize."

Lisa kissed her mistress tenderly.

"It will be a long day. Passion should start slowly and grow through the day. Passion flowers in the night."

Joan took Lisa In her arms. She pinched Lisa's nipple,

"I'm sure it will hurt."

"I hope so."

Allen was totally into the game, and the guys. Other than a quick kiss as he left, Allen took no mind of the women.

"That is a relief. I could not put up with him all day long. He is a lousy shopper."

Lisa was giggling.

"Guys are easy, a quick fuck, and a ball game keeps them quite happy,

There was smoldering passion in Joan's eyes as she spoke.

"Let's get in the hot tub. We will water the flower, that will bloom tonight."

Lisa, and Joan, raised their passion in the tub. It was a gentle passion, almost tender. Joan was in love again. It was as sweet, as her first love, with Allen. Joan had never been happier.

Joan dressed Lisa. Joan tried on several outfits, before she made her choice. Joan never consulted Lisa, as to her preferences. She settled on a mid thigh, slightly full skirt, and a tight angora sweater. The Sweater caressed Lisa's tits, as she walked. Joan allowed Lisa no underwear.

Joan handed her a set garters.

"Mistress I have been in garters for two days. They are cutting off my circulation. You are right a servant needs only stockings. But, a servant also needs a garter belt, to hold them up with. It is not easy to hurt a girl, without hurting her. You will learn." Joan laughed.

"Who is in charge here, you little minx?"

"You are, of course."

Joan, and Lisa, shopped the day away. Joan spent more money on clothes, and accessories, than she had ever spent in her life. Joan, and Lisa, shopped like schoolgirls on a lark. In the afternoon Lisa led Joan to a day spa.

"Girls must be pampered."

Lisa went to the desk, and ordered a complete package. Lisa kissed Joan on the cheek, and inquired, with a smile.

"Boy masseuse, or girl masseuse? Your call."

Joan got a wicked smile on her face.

"One of each I think." 

"Yes mistress."

Lisa looked at the clerk.

"My mistress is very up tight. She needs special attention, to help her relax.  We need a man, and a woman, to attend us. Special people, ones who know how to relax a woman."

Lisa laid out eight hundred dollar bills.

"This is for our attendants."

She laid out more two bills.

"This is for you, to arrange it."

Lisa then laid out another six bills.

"That should cover the fees. Is this acceptable?"

The clerk picked up the money.

"Yes ma'am, it seems to be right. I will call your assistants, while you get your nails done."

Joan, and Lisa, were petted, and pampered by the staff. Lisa tipped each staff member, with a bill from her purse. After their nails were done they were led into a room with a walk in bathtub and a very large massage table. There were two assistants in robes, waiting for them.

"Boy or girl, your call."

"I have no intention of letting some strange man fuck my servant. I need some male attention. You will not make a lesbian out of me."

Joan took the mans arm, and led him to the tub.

"I love a strong, gentle, man. I will set the pace, you will follow."

The man let his robe fall, and helped Joan into the tub.

Lisa bowed her head, as she spoke to the lady attendant.

"I like it harder. I never set the pace. You will have to take, what I want."

The lady attendant slipped off her robe.

"Get that little ass over here. I intend to use it."

"Please don't make me do it. My mistress will be mad at me."

"Then I'm sure, she will beat your ass for it."

The love making that followed, was passionate. Joan received her pleasure from the erection, that the attendant brought with him. And, from watching her servant, being made to accept the woman's mouth, and hands, as Lisa struggled.

Joan was smiling broadly, as she watched Lisa's losing struggle. Joan felt the man rising to his orgasm.

"Put it in my servant. Do not be gentle."

Joan took the young woman, and put her between her legs.

"Lick me, nice, and easy."

Joan received the woman's mouth. Her passion was from watching Lisa struggle, and plead. The man brushed aside her protests. Joan shuddered as the man sank his erection into Lisa's hot open vagina. As Lisa struggled, and cried, the man finished his orgasm with no gentleness in his fucking. Lisa was screaming out her passion, as the man pumped her full of his lust.

After they left the Day Spa, Lisa led Joan to a small hairdresser. They were primped, and polished, when they left the salon.

Lisa's eyes were sparkling.

"Next the piercing. We must get the rings at the jewelry shop, and take them to the tattoo shop. The piercer at the jewelry store is so sterile. I think a burly biker is much more exciting."

They purchased a large set of gold loops for her ears, and a smaller set for her nipples. The set of rings for her nipples had a small diamond attached to each one of them.

Lisa led Joan to the tattoo shop. Lisa was pleased, when a burly biker met them at the door.

"My mistress wants these installed in my ears."

Lisa sat the large loops down on the counter. She then produced the little diamond set loops, and set them down.

"My mistress wants these put in my nipples."

The biker smiled.

"Take the fucking sweater off. Show me your tits."

He slid his hands up the front of her sweater and cupped her tits.

"They feel okay. Lets see them."

Lisa blushed, as she pulled her sweater off and posed for the biker.

The biker led the women to a back room. He roughly pushed Lisa into a chair.

"Sit down, and shut the fuck up. You have to slap a servant regularly, or they forget their place."

Joan slapped Lisa, with a cupped hand.

"You will not be a snotty, bitch will you?"

Lisa cried softly.

"No mistress I'll be good."

Joan slapped her again.

"See that you do."

The biker wiped Lisa's ears and got out his piercer.

"Do you have a manual piercer?"

"Yea, I do but they are more painful."

Joan was smiling wickedly.

"Good, I love her tears."

The biker smiled, as he got out his hand-operated piercer, and put the rings into Lisa's ears.




Teach Your Masters Well Ch. 02



"That did not look hard. I want to do her tits."

"I can't allow that. There are laws you know."

Lisa pulled her purse up, and handed the biker several bills from her purse.

"That should cover her license fee, as a piercer."

The biker counted the money.

"Yea, that should cover it."

I'll line it up, you just squeeze the handle."

The biker lined up the piercing tool.

"Squeeze."

"If I squeeze it slowly, will it hurt more?"

"Yes it will."

"Good."

"Look at me bitch. I want to see your eyes."

Lisa looked into Joan's eyes, as she slowly squeezed the handle.

Lisa managed to hold herself still, except for her feet, that were kicking wildly, as the pain mounted.

Joan was completely excited. She did not want to be fucked. It was a different excitement, than she had ever felt before. It was the excitement of power, and control. Joan pierced the other nipple. Lisa was in agony, as the metal slowly sank through the nipple. Joan was sparkling.

"If you are bad again, I will pierce your little cock."

Lisa was crying.

"Please mistress. I'll be good for you."

"See that you do."

Lisa bowed her head.

"Yes mistress."

Joan, and Lisa, left the Tattoo shop. Joan was satisfied. Lisa was not.

"Mistress, I am in need. I am so hot."

"Good. Then you will be ready to beg me tonight. You will not get any relief until then. And, if you touch your self before then, you will get nothing tonight, but your ass beat, and all night bondage."

"Yes mistress."

Lisa led Joan to the second floor of the mall, which contained offices. Lisa entered a small office that had "Escort Service" on the door.

Lisa approached the lady behind the counter.

"My mistress wants an all night escort, for her man. He must be a very special man. He must be pretty, yet not effeminate. My mistress is very stern. The man must be willing to accept orders from her, as well as his date. He should be obedient, and strong enough to accept the guidance of a strong man, with leather in his hand."

"I have just the young man for you but his fees are quite high."

"If he is the right man, his fees are of no importance."

"That will be $2,000 for him and a $500 fee for the office. We prefer cash."

Lisa smiled, and pulled her stack of bills out, and counted twenty five of them out neatly on the desk. She then added two more.

"This is for you. You have been so helpful."

Lisa her handed a business card,

"He will meet us at the restaurant at nine. It is a semi formal dinner."

"His name is Carl. Sometimes he is called Carla. He takes orders well. I am sure he will meet your approval."

"He does not have to meet my approval. He must meet the approval of my my mistress. If he is not the right kind of man, I am sure you will hear from my mistress."

Lisa took Joan's hand, and walked out of the office.

"Now it's time to get our dresses for the evening."

Joan spent some time deciding on a stunning dress for herself, and, a simple elegant dress for Lisa. Joan made all the decisions. Joan did not ask for, or nor did she want, Lisa's opinion about the dresses. Joan was in a great state of mind.

"Allen needs a watch. One that fits with his new suit." "We will have to stop in the bank. I am running out of cash."

Lisa led them to the bank. As soon as they walked in, the manager walked up to Lisa.

"What a pleasant surprise, madam, come right this way."

The manager took Lisa, and Joan, to a private office. He seated them.

"How may I assist you?"

"I need more cash, 10 will be fine."

The manager left and returned with $10,000 in new hundreds. The cash was bundled in $1,000 packages. The manager counted out the 10 bundles.

"I do wish you would use the card. I do not feel comfortable, about you carrying so much cash."

"You never have. I have never listened to you before. I won't listen to you now. I am no longer a minor."

"Very well madam. Just sign here."

Lisa signed the receipt, without looking at it. She left the office, with Joan and a remark, over her shoulder.

"Thank you for your concern."

Lisa was laughing as they left the bank.

"It always pisses them off. They will get over it, and smile at me, no matter what I do. They want to know where I live and where I shop. I tell them nothing. Other than getting cash, my attorney talks to them. That pisses them off. They want me to use the family attorney. Not a chance in hell. My attorney looks out for me. I pay him well, and he does his job well."

Lisa began to laugh, and skip a little.

"If I had told the banker to lick my shoes, he would have gotten on his knees, and done it right in front of you."

"It must be nice to be rich."

Lisa stopped, and looked intently at Joan.

"You are rich. All you have to do is keep our little family, happy, and together. Allen is important to you, and to our family. I love him so. You must not loose him."

"I'm sure that you will teach me how to do that."

"I will teach you well. It's easy. You learn quickly."

Joan's passion was beginning to rise.

"Take me to the tea house. Do not order a whore. I have brought my own. You will order a private room, with a whip and a dildo. I'm stressed. You will calm me."

"Yes Ma'am."

Lisa led them to the teahouse and spoke with the manager.

"Right this way ladies. I have a special room that has everything that you will need for your pleasure."

He led them to the back.

"The server will bring wine, and food in a moment." "She can stay and serve you if you desire. She will serve your mistress, or you, or both of you."

"We have no need of a whore. My mistress has brought her own whore."

"She does have a pretty one."

The manager left them.  The serving girl delivered the food. Joan almost changed her mind, about having a whore serve them. The server was quite pretty, and her eyes were sparkling.

"My mistress has already made her plans, for the day. You do excite my mistress. You do out calls, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I would be pleased to serve you, and your mistress any time."

"And my mistress' man?"

"No problem, I sleep on either side of the bed."

The server handed Lisa a business card, and then left the room.

As soon as the door closed Joan stood up, and slapped Lisa.

"You little bitch. You were setting up a date for my man."

Lisa did not flinch. She did not change her expression.

"I set the date up for you. I'm sure, that you will share her with Allen. Men are easy. You pat them on the head, and say 'Good boy.' Then you throw them a bone."

The Lisa looked at Joan seriously

"If you do not throw them a bone, now and then, they will search the alleys for one."

Joan's mood changed, she began to laugh.

"I am sure you are right. Shall I throw him a boy bone, or a girl bone?"

"We will find out tonight."

Joan made Lisa strip, to her stockings then, remove Joan's dress. Joan made Lisa serve her food, from her fingers, and wine from her mouth. Joan was becoming aroused. She felt cruel. She wanted Lisa's ass, not to fuck, but to beat. Joan began to lash Lisa, as she fingered her own wet cunt. As Joan's lust raised, so did the intensity of her lashes.

"I get so hot, beating your ass. I get hot, making you serve me."

Joan reached out, and slapped Lisa.

"I get the hottest, slapping your face. It turns me on. I'll slap your face, while I cum. Get on your knees, and use your mouth, and the dildo on me. Make me come, or I will beat you, until I get myself off."

Lisa found the dildo. She sank to her knees before her mistress. Lisa loved getting her mistress off. Lisa was hot and horny. She wanted to slip one hand down between her legs. She resisted the urge. She knew that her mistress had forbidden her to get off until tonight. Lisa worked Joan up, to a large satisfying orgasm. Lisa then licked her mistress clean, and ached for relief.

Joan pulled her head up and kissed her, as she fondled Lisa's tits, tugging at the gold rings.

"You will be ready tonight. You will beg, without being ordered. If Allen's date is hot, I might not even allow you to beg. A gag, and restraints, might be all you will get tonight."

"Please mistress, I'll be such a good girl for you."

"You had better."

Joan and Lisa shopped for Allen's watch, then returned to their suite. During their shopping, Joan had gone into a liquor store and bought a pint if tequila. She had put it in her purse. Lisa looked at her in wonder.

"I will oil you up tonight, little girl. I want you loose."

When they returned to the suite, Lisa went directly to the service phone, and ordered a light meal. After the light meal, Joan spoke.

"I am tired. A nap will be nice. Wake me up. Nicely. In an hour."

Joan retired to the bedroom, as she left, she spoke harshly.

"Do not touch your self. I want you hot tonight."

"Yes mistress."

Lisa was wild with lust. She knew that if she sat down she would be bad. Lisa turned on some music, and danced. Lisa drank alcohol, and danced, until she was calm enough to relax. By the time she had danced away her driving lust, it was time to wake her mistress up, nicely."

Lisa quietly slipped into Joan's bed and burrowed under the covers. The smell of Joan's body was heady to Lisa. Lisa carefully moved Joan onto her back, and sank her head between her mistress's legs. Lisa licked, and sucked, Joan awake.

Joan took Lisa's head, in her hands, without a word. Joan was moaning softly. Joan used Lisa's face, to work out a small satisfying orgasm. Joan released Lisa.

"Let me smell your hands."

Lisa rose from the covers, and held out her hands to Joan to smell. Joan checked her servant's hands for signs of disobedience.

"I've been good while you slept. It was hard, but I was a good girl."

Lisa called for a beautician, and began to help her mistress dress.

Joan arrived at the restaurant, with Lisa following close behind her. The greeter led them to a small room, and asked if she would like a drink while she waited. Joan ordered a drink for herself and then ordered a coke for, 'The little girl.'

When the waiter left ,Joan snapped a crisp command.

"Drink some of your coke."

Lisa drank deeply. Joan then produced the pint of tequila, and poured Lisa's drink back up.

"Drink your oil, little girl. It will loosen you right up."

Carl showed up for his date. Joan looked him over, and mentally approved. Carl was dressed sharply. His almost shoulder length hair, was immaculately styled. Carl had a light easy air about him, as he greeted the two ladies. Carl ordered a drink. Joan, and Carl, conversed. Joan urged Lisa to drink her oil, and to order another coke. After a short time conversing with Carl, Joan was sure she liked him. She was also sure that lovely Carla would have no objections, to sleeping on either side of the bed, either.

Joan reached over, and laid her hand on Carl's arm.

"Tonight is so important to me. It might be a little difficult. Allen has never done anything like this, before. It must be handled delicately. I do want this to be a special occasion, for my man."

Joan refreshed Lisa's drink as Carl spoke.

"I'll make sure that he will know what to do. I'll guide him. Sometimes, the servant must teach the master."

Joan laughed.

"That is exactly what my servant has explained to me. This is all new to me, also."

Allen arrived full of bluster, and excitement about the game. Joan listened for only a moment.

"Time out. Allen you are being rude to your date. Allen this is Carl. When we get home he will be Carla."

Allen was stopped in his tracks. All of the excitement of the game, faded into embarrassment. He was quite flustered when Carl rose, and offered him the seat next to him, in the corner. Allen slid into the seat. Carl sat closely, next to Allen.

"Glad to met you Carl."

Carl bowed his head, and spoke softly.

"Allen there is no need to be formal here. You could tell me how pretty I am."

Carl looked up at Allen.

"You do think I am pretty, don't you?"

Carl lowered his head, as he waited for Allen to speak. Allen was blushing, and quite flustered.

Joan spoke up.

"I think he is quite pretty."

Allen responded to Joan.

"I think he is pretty also."

"Tell me, not her. It is important to me."

Allen looked into Carl's eyes as he slid closer.

"I do think you are pretty."

Carl kissed Allen lightly.

"Thank you. I find you quite handsome and strong. I do love a strong man, that will control me."

As Carl spoke he took Allen's hand and placed it on his thigh.

"I'm sure we will get along splendidly."

The dinner was excellent. Allen spent the time, telling Carl about the game. Carl listened avidly. Joan spent the time, spiking Lisa's never-ending drink, and teasing her under the table.

Lisa looked up at Joan.

"I'm going to scream, if you keep that up. I'm ready to explode."

Joan smiled broadly.

"Go ahead and scream. Then I will have a reason to slap, you in public."

Joan glared at Lisa.

"I will not cup my hand either."

After dinner they danced. That is, Joan and Allen danced, while Lisa and Carl watched. Joan's lust began to demand more than titillation.

"I think Carla would make a nice match with Lisa. We'll dress him in stockings, and garters also. They will be a matched set. Stereo servants."

Allen smiled.

"I think he would be so pretty, in a lacy night gown."

"So be it. Our stereo servants shall be dressed in silk, and satin, and lace."

Joan stood up.

"I think it's time to wrap the packages."

Allen walked with Joan, as Lisa accompanied Carl. As she left, Lisa dropped bills on all of the help. On the elevator Joan took Lisa, and fondled her, as she grinned. Allen took Carl into his arms, and kissed him. As they entered the suite Lisa dismissed the maid.

Joan took over, immediately.

"You boys take the play room to clean up. Be sure to wash behind your ears. Lisa and I will bathe in the master bedroom. Take your time. This is just the first act of the play."

Joan took Lisa by the hand, and led her to the walk-in tub. Joan undressed Lisa. Then, had Lisa help her out of her clothes. Joan began to fondle Lisa's tits. She pulled, and tugged on the nipple rings, watching Lisa's eyes to determine the pain level. Lisa was moaning, and rocking her hips.

Joan led Lisa into the tub. She began to kiss, and play with Lisa intimately. Joan was masturbating, as she did. Lisa's body was screaming for satisfaction. Joan's lust was rising to a fever pitch.

Lisa began to beg.

"Please mistress, let me just use my hands. I'm on fire. I can't keep my hands away." Joan smiled, wickedly.

"You could disobey me, and I will have to slap you."

Lisa slid her hands down, between her legs. She was in tears.

"Please mistress, don't be mad. I can't help my self. I tried to be a good girl. Please do not be mad."

"What are you doing? Are you being bad again?"

"I'm being bad right now. I tried to be good."

Joan slapped Lisa.

"You dirty little beast. How dare you. Right in front of me. Like a street whore."

With each phrase Joan slapped Lisa. With each slap, Joan's body shuddered with pleasure. By the last slap, Joan was in her orgasm. She screamed at Lisa.

"You filthy animal. Humping your hand like a dog."

Lisa began to orgasm in waves, with much noise. Joan let her self relax into the hot water, and basked in her after glow.

Allen led Carla to the playroom. He undressed first Carla, then himself.  Allen led Carla to the hot tub, and relaxed into the hot swirling water. Carla snuggled up under Allen's arm, and just cuddled. Allen relaxed at first, but soon the erotic setting began to have its effect.

Allen pulled Carla's face up, and kissed his lips. Allen was almost tender at first. He became more demanding, as his lust rose with his erection. Carla began to struggle, and protest. Allen was firm but not rough, as he pushed Carla's hand to his erection. Carla played with Allen's erect cock, as Allen kissed him deeply. Allen felt between Carla's legs and stroked his ass hole with his hand and whispered into his ear.

"I'm going to fuck you tonight. Feel my cock. I'll put it into you. I'll fill you with my cum."

"Please I don't want to do that. Please let me go."

Allen rose up out of the water, and drug Carla with him. Allen pushed Carla on his back, and took his erection, into his mouth. Carla begged and struggled. Allen took the lust, Carla was trying to with hold from him.

Allen then lay back.

"Suck my cock."

Carla struggled, as he begged. Allen was insistent, He pushed Carla's mouth onto his erection. Allen began to spank Carla's up turned ass, as he spoke his command.

"Suck it good bitch."

Allen held Carla's head captive, as he fucked up into his throat. Allen's orgasm was shuddering, full and intense." Carla washed him, and then fed him drinks from his mouth. Carla spoke, after awhile.

"I'm sure, we should not keep the mistress of the house waiting."

Carla and Allen came in to the master bedroom, just as Lisa was finished lacing Joan into the royal purple corset, and thigh high boot's. Joan had a whip in her hand. Joan went up to Allen. She kissed him deeply, with passion. The high heeled boots, were tall enough so that Joan, for the first time, looked directly into Allen's eyes. She slipped a light silk robe on to Allen, and tied it closed.

Joan asked Allen.

"When you were a kid, did you ever play dolls with the girls?"

Allen blushed a little as he replied.

"Yes with my sister, and her friends. It was the only way I got to play. I was the only boy."

"Good. Because we are going to play dolls. I always liked to dress my Barbie dolls, and then spank them if I did not like the way they looked."

Joan giggled.

"I always spanked my Barbie dolls. I am not sure what to dress Carla in."

"I had my clothes delivered. I am sure the maid put them in the closet. It is difficult to find clothes, that fit me well."

Lisa looked into the closet.

"Yes, they're here.

Joan, and Allen, spent a long time playing dolls. Joan dressed, and undressed Lisa, several times. After each dressing, Joan spanked her doll, for not looking good." 

By the time the game was done, Carla and Lisa were both dressed up like little dolls, getting ready for bed. Carla was sweet in her short yellow nightgown. Her hair was clipped away from her face with little yellow barrettes. Lisa was dressed in a white baby doll night gown. The frilly negligee barely covered her red striped ass. Lisa wore nothing else, except, the golden rings in her ears, and her nipples. Joan looked them over.

"They'll have to do. Lisa still does not look good enough. I'll spank her for it. Lets go dancing."

Joan led Lisa, to the living room. Joan had on a full-length silk robe, tied closed. Lisa put on the music, and dimmed the lights. Carla served drinks. Joan was fascinated, watching Allen seduce Carla. They danced closely. Allen kissed Carla, brushing his protests aside. Joan danced with Lisa, and continued to raise her passion. Joan regularly urged Lisa to, "Drink your oil." Lisa was almost drunk.

Lisa, was a seething ball of sexual energy. She begged.

"Please mistress, I'm on fire."

"You are acting like a bad girl. I must spank you."

"Yes mistress, I need a spanking. Slap me. Do something. Fuck me."

Joan slapped Lisa.

"You filthy beast. You slut mouth whore. I'll beat your ass. I'll do it in front of everyone."

Joan pushed Lisa to the floor. She removed her robe, and picked up the whip. Joan stood before Lisa's crying form. Joan began to lash at the woman at her feet. Lisa was pleading.

"Please fuck me. Please."

Joan looked at Allen.

"Bring your slut, it is time to fuck the bitches."

Joan and Allen both, drug their servants into the playroom.

Joan's eyes were like glowing embers of lust. She went to the leather case, and retrieved restraints, and a whip for Allen. She threw a set of restraints to Allen.




Teach Your Masters Well Ch. 02



"No use having to fight the bitches."

Allen stripped Carla's nightgown off, then threw him onto his stomach. He secured Carla's hands behind his back. While Allen put Carla into bondage, Joan captured Lisa, and soon had her in bondage also.

Joan was wild with lust.

"Look Allen, stereo ass's to beat. It's so exciting."

Joan took Allen into her embrace, and kissed him passionately. When she broke the kiss, she spoke.

"Beat his ass. then fuck him. I'm so turned on, watching you lose your virginity.

Allen took the whip, and slipped his robe off. He began to beat Carla with the whip, as he stroked his own erection. Joan had her hand between her legs, using a dildo on herself, as she beat Lisa's ass. It was no longer about raising Lisa's passion. Joan used the whip for her own pleasure.

Joan felt alive, and powerful. Joan had never felt powerful before in her life. Joan found some lubricant. She squeezed out some on her hand then passed it to Allen. Joan and Allen greased up their victims, and began to fuck. Allen slipped easily into Carla's ass hole. Allen loved the tightness around his cock. He fucked Carla slowly and deeply.

Joan wanted to hear Lisa scream. She knew it would excite her, just like slapping Lisa. Joan forced the dildo into Lisa's almost virgin ass hole, as she masturbated.

Lisa screamed and kicked her feet. Joan was in full lust, and passion. Joan brought her self off twice before Lisa stopped screaming, and began crying.

Joan pushed Lisa over, onto her back. She straddled Lisa's face, as she leaned forward, and began to fuck Lisa's ass, with long hard thrusts. As she fucked Lisa's ass, she took her pleasure from Lisa's mouth.

Joan collapsed next to Lisa.

"I have been so naughty. Please let my hands free, and roll me back over. Please."

Joan smiled as she let Lisa's hands loose.

"You'll please me all day tomorrow, because I'm so nice to you tonight."

"Yes mistress I'll please you all day tomorrow, and every day after that. Please. I have been so bad."

Joan began to beat Lisa's ass, as she watched Allen fucking Carla. Joan could see the deep pleasure he was having, from the experience. Joan was quite surprised. Allen was fucking Carla quite slowly. He was insistent, but actually quite gentle. Allen rose to his orgasm, as Lisa rose to hers.

Carla was still unsatisfied when Allen finished. Joan was quite shocked, when Allen lower his head to Carla's erection, and sucked him off. Carla came in small jerks without thrusting up. Allen was spent and tired.

Joan took Lisa by the hand."You lucky girl. You get to sleep with your mistress, in the Master bedroom. That is because I am the master of this house.

"Yes mistress."

POST SCRIPT

Joan and Allen were served Breakfast by Joan's new servant. After a while Joan spoke.

"I watched you last night. You were so excited. You were also, quite different in your manner. I hope, that this does not mean that you are Gay."

Allen blushed.

"No, I don't think so. After last night, I do have to admit, that I'm bi."

"That is good, because after this weekend, I have to admit, I'm bi also...

The little bitch serving us, is anything I tell her she is, and she will like it."