0 comments/ 9898 views/ 1 favorites The Price of Love Pt. 02 By: the_bragis The following chapters have been edited by Woodman’s game. Thank you, game. Chapter Ten – Daddy’s Little Princess Two people lay, side by side, upon a grassy knoll surrounded by poppies and cornflowers on a clear spring day. One, the man, sat up and gazed lovingly down at his little daughter as she basked in the late afternoon sun. "You see over there, my little princess? Over that hill is a lovely castle. One day, when you’re all grown up, a handsome prince will come to carry you away on his fine white horse and you’ll live happily ever after," he told her. Little Elise lifted herself up on to her elbows to gaze over the colorful fields, then frowned and turned to look up at her father. "But what about you daddy? Won’t you come and live with us?" "Of course I will, princess." Of course he never did. Parenthood had suited Elise’s mother even less than marriage. She was young and beautiful, wild and independent. Life with Elise’s father had initially been a thrilling new adventure, however, within a very short time, she had become restless. He had hoped a child might hold her. That caring for something so small and precious would some how change her. How could anyone have not adore little Elise? He stared down at the child lying next to him. Her long lashes fluttered as she squinted into the sunlight and her soft lips formed a sweet smile. How could her mother have left so soon after the baby’s birth? Can one miss what they have never known? If growing up without a mother left a void in Elise’s life, her father was determined she would want for nothing else. Whether it was something as simple as an ice cream or as extravagant as her pet pony, daddy’s little princess always got what she wanted. Then, one month short of Elise’s sixteenth birthday, it all changed. Nothing would be the same between them ever again the day he married Jean. Everything would have been perfect if it hadn’t been for her. How could her father just let that woman take over their lives? How could he do that to his little princess? Fuck Jean! Why did her father have to be so weak? ~~~ Elise stared out of the window to the lovely gardens below. Silently she recalled Layla’s words: "Men are like that you know. They will hurt you. They don't always mean to…" A single tear trickled down her cheek; then, she whispered, "…but they will." Chapter Eleven – The Training The following weeks Elise discovered exactly how life would be until Mistress Layla chose to release her. Each morning Rose would come in to her room, and place a breakfast tray on the bedside table before opening the curtains and allowing the sunlight to stream in. "Enjoy your breakfast, Miss Elise," she would say, and then she would leave. Upon returning a little later she would follow Elise into the bathroom. Rose never spoke, preferring instead to observe her washing herself in unnerving silence. Elise had been allowed to choose a whole new wardrobe of beautiful and expensive clothes and accessories; however, during her training, she was always forced to remained naked but for a leather collar around her neck and matching straps around her wrists and ankles. Each band had a metal ring attached. "I’m sure you’re wondering what those are for." Rose told her. "Well, little slut, they’re to keep you secured when you’re not feeling..." She hesitated, thinking for a moment before smirking and adding, "…quite as co-operative as we might require you to be." Before commencing her first session, Rose reminded her of a few basic rules that Elise would need to remember, or pay a painful price for forgetting. "You’re here to please Mistress Layla. You’re here for her pleasure and use for as long as she chooses to keep you. Do yourself a favor: don’t even think about trying to leave before we are ready to release you. There is no telephone here, and I’m sure you’re already aware that we are a long way from town." Elise understood the hopelessness of her situation only too well. Each day she would be required to crawl around the room as Rose held the end of her leash. Often Rose would tap or slap her ass if she felt the girl was not holding her head up or crawling correctly. When that exercise had been completed, Elise would sit on the floor with her knees spread wide. Often she would be made to sit like that for a couple of hours. "It’s all part of your training," Rose would tell her, "a good little slut must be disciplined." A good little slut? Elise failed to see how sitting for long periods like that could possibly improve her ability to please, sexually or otherwise. It bored her and it made her back ache. One evening, on one of the rare occasions when Rose was not in attendance and Layla appeared to be in a congenial mood, Elise questioned her about it. "Rose knows best," was all Layla would say. Often as she sat there, Rose would sit behind her on the bed. Many times she would just watch; other times she would read a magazine or book. Elise could never be sure what she was doing. Only occasionally she would hear a page turn and perhaps a little chuckle if Rose happened to find something that amused her. When Rose felt she had sat there long enough, she would stand up and offer the girl her index finger, instructing her, "lick it, little slut." At first Elise had been unsure of this strange ritual. Timidly she had flicked her tongue out to let it touch the tip of Rose’s finger. It tasted salty and felt dry. "No, no, not like that! Let your mouth relax. Wet your tongue first." Elise swallowed and made a conscience effort to coat her tongue with saliva before lapping at Rose’s finger a second time. It slid easily from between her lips over Rose’s finger, and so she did it again. "Now suck it, just the tip to begin with," Rose instructed her. And so, enveloping Rose’s finger between her lips, Elise closed her eyes let her thoughts drift. Yes, this was Layla’s firm and sweet clit. She pouted and sucked a little harder. Soon her tongue began darting in and out, twirling, swirling, and extending further than she had thought possible. Warm saliva began dripping down her chin, as she became more adept at keeping her mouth moist while sucking. In an odd sense, Elise felt rather proud of her newly acquired skill. It took a little time, but with uncharacteristic patience, Rose taught her how to use her mouth and tongue in ways Elise could never have envisaged. Elise now felt confident that when summoned she would be more than capable of pleasing her mistress. After days of training and practice her progress satisfied Rose. "Now it’s time to learn a new trick. You may touch yourself for me." Elise blushed. "You mean here, Rose? In front of you?" Rose rolled her eyes. "Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. It will please your mistress and her friends to watch you pleasure yourself, but I need to be sure you do it properly. " Elise had masturbated many times before but always privately. Certainly she had done it ‘properly’, if indeed there was such a thing. Taking a deep breath, she gingerly slipped one hand down between her legs to confirm what they both already knew – that her pussy had become good and wet. She looked up at Rose, who was peering down upon her nakedness, and cringed. "I can’t do it!" "You little fool!" Rose grabbed Elise’s wrist and forced her hand down between her open thighs. "Haven’t you realized by now there’s no room for your ridiculous modesty around here." Elise felt her face burning. Tears began to well up in her eyes as Rose, gripping her hand, forced Elise’s fingers in and out of her wet pussy. "Please don’t…" Elise begged, but her pleads were ignored. "That’s a good little slut. You like that don’t you?" "I… I..." Rose chuckled. Her actions were soon to be accompanied by the squelching sounds of Elise’s juicy cunt. "Good, now continue by yourself," Rose told her, pulling away and standing up. Again Elise hesitated. "I’ve had just about as much of your prissy behaviour as I’m going to take, slut." Rose lunged forward to pinch Elise's erect nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Elise’s face contorted in pain and she cried out as Rose squeezed and twisted. "Now work those fucking fingers of yours!" Her face wet with tears, Elise sniffed and slowly pushed her middle and index fingers inside her pussy. Despite her humiliation, it felt good and so she pressed them in a little further. She looked up at Rose, now licking her lips and audibly panting as she focused on sweet young girl before her. Elise took a deep breath, then bit down on her lower lip and began pumping in and out in a slow rhythmic motion. Within minutes she could felt her hard little clit rubbing against her palm, and the unmistakable scent of her sex wafted though the air. She didn’t want to enjoy herself. She didn’t want to give Rose that satisfaction. She moaned. The overpowering sensation of her arousal burnt between her legs and a trickle of warm sweat ran down between her breasts. "I won’t do it. I won’t climax!" she told herself in silent defiance. However, as her hand rubbed over her smoothly shaven sex and her fingers penetrated deeper, she realized that would be almost impossible. The heat between her legs now radiated up her body. It made her cunt ache and nipples tingle. Ignoring the fact that she was being watched, she closed her eyes and began fucking herself harder. Oh, yes, she was so close. Fuck that bitch, Rose. Any second now she would have to… Suddenly Elise’s hand jerked and her mouth dropped open releasing an agonizing cry as the burning lash of Rose’s whip licked across her backside. "I didn’t give you permission to cum!" "Please, Rose. Please may I cum?" Elise begged, still holding her hand between her thighs. "Oh, so you want to finger yourself now, do you?" Rose smirked. "I don’t think you really know what you want. How fortunate for you that Rose does. Yes, Rose knows what little sluts need." Then tapping the back of Elise’s hand, she added, "remove you hand and keep your legs spread." Elise hesitated. Rose slapped the back of the girl’s hand with her crop. Elise winced and pulled it away. Perhaps if she co-operated Rose would leave her alone to finish what she had started. "Show me your fingers," Rose demanded. Once again Elise felt her face burning with embarrassment. She lifted her sticky wet fingers. Rose immediately snatched them up, leaned over and slowly licked each one with her thick tongue. Elise instinctively tried to draw her hand back; however, Rose grinned and kept her firm grip while continuing to lick. Again Elise tried to pull away. This time Rose released it. "You taste good, slut." Then looping her fingers into the ring attached to Elise’s collar she dragged the girl across the room. Elise spluttered, as her collar pulled and tightened around her neck. Rose released her grip then stood there shimmying up her skirt before sitting on the edge of the bed. Elise immediately recoiled. She could clearly see, from her position on the floor, that the woman wasn’t wear any panties! Her large purplish colored clit, covered with a frothy stickiness, protruded from between thick smooth flaps like some kind of grotesque mutant flower. Elise reeled back, only to have Rose tangle her fingers though her hair, and pull her forward again, forcing the girl’s face between her muscular legs. "Lick, little slut, just like I trained you." Elise inhaled deeply as if by holding her breath she might spare herself some of the revulsion. Rose smelled clean but with a very distinct and strong scent of arousal. Elise parted her lips and pressed her mouth against Rose’s cunt. As that oversized clit filled Elise’s mouth, she couldn’t help but be amazed at its size. "That’s a good little slut. Use your tongue now." Closing her eyes, Elise extended her tongue and lapped at the underside of Rose’s clit before tasting the tip. "Now use your whole mouth." As she sucked Rose's clit between her lips and teeth she could feel it throbbing against the roof of her mouth and tongue. "Bite it! Bite the bitch!" she told herself in an instance of loathing. "Yes, now…" "Oh, yes, you’re such a good little slut." "Yes, I’m good," Elise reminded herself. "I’m very good, and good little sluts do as they’re told." She continued the tongue fucking with expert ease. Opening and closing her mouth, Elise pouted her lips up against the plump flesh, slurping at Rose’s wet cunt as if she were enjoying a ripe peach. Then as she felt the woman's body quivering with heated excitement, an odd feeling of pride and power filled her. Rose lay back on the bed, resting on her elbows and panting like a bitch in heat. She tossed her head back, her upper lip curled, she moaned then let out a labored cry. A rush a warm fluid shot out of her, wetting Elise’s face and dripping down her chin. Rose had climaxed. ~~~ Elise’s back ached and she felt sweaty and dirty. It all felt like a disgusting dream; however, now that she had endured this humiliation perhaps she would be left alone? Yes, as soon as Rose had gone, she would take a bath, a long hot bath to rid herself of this woman’s touch and smell. Rose stood up and smoothed her skirt down over her hips and legs. She then sat down on the bed again and addressed Elise: "You will stay there with your back straight, your head up and your legs spread for an hour." She glanced at her watch, "your time begins now." Chapter Twelve – A Single Rose To love someone so much that you can’t bear not be around them and yet to know that you can never hold on to them, is a terrible curse. Rose leaned up against the doorway and gazed in at the two women, each so totally immersed in the other’s pleasure that neither noticed her standing there. "Oh, yes! Yes, just like that, my sweet little slut." Layla gripped the ends of the armrests and, closing her eyes, tossed her head back, allowing her long silky hair to cascade down behind the chair. Her lovely face, now glistening with delicate perspiration, flushed with pleasure. Elise’s soft brown curls gently bounced as her head bobbed between Layla’s open legs, one hand placed on her mistress’s knee and the other rubbing and prodding her own sweet pussy. "Elise, my sweet little slut, Rose has taught you well. Oh, yes! Yes… so very well!" Upon hearing those words, a rush of pride filled Rose, and her lips formed a faint smile. Once again she had been responsible for Layla’s enjoyment, and nothing could possibly please her more. Rose had been attracted to Layla the moment they had met. In the weeks that followed, she had been powerless not fall in love with her employer’s wife. Night after night she would lay in bed, fantasizing about Layla. Day after day her heart would break as she watched Edward and Layla together. To care for someone so much that nothing else matters except their happiness… how many people experience that in their lifetime? Rose knew that kind love. To be able to comfort and care for Layla and have her depend on her for so much was an honor and privilege that Rose would have to always suffer. The day Edward died Rose felt her heart would surely break – but not for him – for Layla. Treasured memories of that evening when Rose had comforted and then seduced Layla came flooding back, and for a moment in her mind’s eye, she imagined herself sitting there with her mistress instead of Elise. She smiled wryly. A beautiful creature like Layla could never have feelings for a woman like her. Rose knew that, and so she had never spoken of that night since. She stared wistfully at her mistress for a moment longer before quietly moving away from the door. Earlier Layla had mentioned she might like a chocolate torte for dessert. Rose would need to begin preparing it soon... And her bed… Rose had noticed the jasmine was now in bloom… Layla might like some sprinkled on her sheets... And the air was beginning to cool… Rose would needed to fetch a bucket of kindling in case Layla may need a fire to warm herself later… Yes, there was always so much to do. The Price of Love Pt. 03 Chapter Thirteen - The Gamble The following chapter has been edited by Woodsman's game. Thank you, game. "Mistress Layla and her guests will be playing cards this evening. You'll be required to keep them company," Rose explained to Elise as they entered the sitting room. "And what a delightful little piece of company she is," a masculine voice from behind startled both women. A smug blond man, wearing a dark dinner suit, tapped the tips of his fingers together and relaxed back in an armchair next to the door. "Good evening, Master Patrick," Elise said, without smiling, as she recalled the last time she had seen him. Her poor little ass had been sore for days afterwards. Rose ignored him. "You know, Rose," he said, now rubbing one finger across his chin, "I've fucked uglier bitches than you." He smirked and then added, "only they all barked and wagged their tails." Rose stopped and took a deep breath as if trying to contain her anger before addressing Elise again. "Stay here. I'll be back in a moment. Don't let that man near you." Then turning to Patrick, "Keep your filthy hands of her." He frowned and gave Rose a look of mock disappointment. She had no sooner left the room than he stood up walked over to Elise, who was crossing her arms in a useless attempt to cover her bare breasts; his mere presence made her feel uncomfortable. "You don't look at all pleased to see me," he told her, standing over her so his warm breath caressed her neck, while he playfully tugged at her g-string. "That's because I'm not." "Oh, come on, sweetheart. It's not my fault Layla won't let me fuck your pussy." Elise shot him a puzzled look. "That's right. She doesn't like my fucking her little girls." He moved even closer. His nose now touched her ear as he stroked the side of her arm with the back of his fingers. "Don' t you know? She wants your sweet pussy all for herself," he whispered. "I thought I told you to keep your hands off her!" Rose returned, carrying a tray of sandwiches, which she slammed down on the table. "Such blatant disrespect!" Patrick retorted in mock disgust. "I know what you need Rose." Turning to her, he gripped the front of his crotch and jerked his hips forward a couple of times. "Fuck off, Patrick." Elise was astonished to hear Rose say that, and even more so that Patrick didn't seem fazed by it. Instead, he calmly walked back to where he had been sitting. He picked up the glass from the table beside the chair and took a sip, before turning to Elise again, "She just needs a nice big bone to lick. " Rose rolled her eyes and let out an audible huff. "Help yourself to a drink, why don't you?" Then addressing Elise again, " Come here, girl." Happy to obey, Elise quickly moved well away from Patrick. Rose grabbed the end of her leash and gave it a couple of quick downward tugs. "Sit!" she commanded. Elise dropped down on the floor with her back straight and her hands resting on her thighs. Rose wasn't really difficult to get used to. Over the past few weeks Elise had learned the secret to pleasing her was pleasing Layla, and that usually wasn't at all an unpleasant task. Apart from her ‘training' Elise had most of the day to herself -- free to roam the house and gardens, watch a little television, or do pretty well whatever she pleased. Most evenings were spent with Layla. Although her kinky ways often involved whipping or spanking Elise, that too wasn't difficult to get used to. In fact, hard as it was for her to comprehend, Elise frequently found herself becoming aroused even at the thought of being used or punished by her mistress. The attention Layla paid her and the intensity of her enjoyment were like nothing Elise had ever experienced before. It was as if her pain fed Layla's arousal and her mistress's pleasure fed hers in a feast of lust. Soon voices could be heard outside. A man and woman Elise hadn't seen before entered, followed by Layla. They greeted each other warmly, hugging and rubbing cheeks while ignoring Elise, who remained kneeling. She had a feeling it would be a long evening; however, remaining in this position was no longer a problem for her. Hours of training by Rose had taught her to relax her muscles while remaining perfectly still. The four of them sat down at the table and began to deal the cards. More than an hour passed. Layla and her guests continued to play, speaking to one another only occasionally in whispered tones. Elise begun to wonder why exactly her presence had been required at all when she heard Patrick announce triumphantly: "That's it. I win!" Standing up he turned to give Elise a lecherous grin. Her stomach began to churn. "I'm sorry Elise, but a deal's a deal," Layla explained; however, her cool manner totally denied the apology. "Patrick's won, and his prize shall be to have you suck his cock. " Elise stifled a smile. She had been sure, when she had seen Patrick hastily unzipping his trousers, that she would once again be required to allow him to fuck her ass. A feeling a relief tinged with excitement now filled her. It had been so long since she had experienced the enjoyment of a man's cock in her mouth – she stared – and his was hard, hot and ready! He moved closer, standing right in font of her, his cock a mere lick away. Grabbing her hair he jerked her head back, forcing her mouth to drop open. He then smiled down at her and told her: "Ah, what sweet lips you have. Lips that just begs to be fucked without speaking a single word." Elise panted with heated excitement, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, as Patrick teased and tempted her with his engorged and throbbing cock. "Suck it," he commanded, grabbing his shaft and pushing his cock head into her mouth. Immediately she enveloped her soft lips around it and began eagerly sucking. Rose may have taught her many new skills, but when it came to sucking a man's cock, Elise was no amateur. Hungrily she slurped, her tongue flicking in and out under his cock while her teeth gently grazed his shaft each time he drew back. It felt so good to have her mouth filled by a man again. Within minutes Elise became immersed in her own pleasure, and she let one hand slip down between her open thighs. "Get your hand off your cunt!" Patrick wrenched his cock from her mouth and scowled down at her. "Who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself, slut? Well?" Elise was dumbfounded. She had never had a man do, or say, that to her before. "I thought you would enjoy…" "I told you to suck my cock." He then looked over at the others still sitting at the table. "Did any of you hear me tell the slut to finger her cunt?" Soft murmurs of disapproval confirmed that indeed Elise hadn't been given any such permission. Patrick whipped out the belt from his trousers, then folding it in half, walked around behind Elise and hit it across her ass. The leather lashed across her soft flesh with searing heat. She cried out and arched her back while remaining on her knees. He knelt down behind her, roughly grabbing her arms, then securing her hands with his belt behind her back. He then stood up and walked around in front of her and once again, grabbing a handful of her hair, jerked her head back. "Let's try this again," he told her, holding his cock in his other hand. This time he shoved it deep inside her mouth. His rough pubic hair rubbed on her nose, and his cool balls slapped against her chin. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, but he ignored her. Impatiently, he thrust his cock in and out as if wanting her to swallow the whole fucking thing. Tears began to stream down her cheeks and muffled cries could be heard to escape each time he drew his cock out only to thrust it forward again. His upper lip curled, and he sneered as he looked down at her. He wanted Layla to see what she was missing – yes, his fabulous big cock! Fuck her! Why did this little whore get to enjoy Layla and not him? Fuck the little whore! He closed his eyes. His face contorted and, then with a couple of deep angry thrusts, he filled her mouth with his hot seed. Elise swallowed, but much of the warm milky fluid still dripped down her chin and onto her bare breasts as he withdrew. It tasted salty, just like she remembered it should, only this time it made her want to gag. She slumped over, panting and gasping for breath. It had not been the enjoyable experience she had been looking forward to at all. "What's the matter, slut? Was my cock too big for you?" he teased, then turning to Layla, "You see what you're missing out on?" The others at the table chuckled. Rose's eyes narrowed, and she clenched her teeth as she watched him in total loathing and contempt. Any man's cock was too big, especially for Layla's delicate mouth. No, Layla didn't need his fucking cock in her mouth or any other place. She looked down at Elise, now softly sobbing, and knelt down next to her. Then taking a handkerchief from her pocket she gently wiped over Elise's chin. The girl didn't need a man's cock either! ~~~~ The next morning Rose assisted Elise in her bath, kneeling beside the tub, holding the sponge over Elise, and letting the water trickled down over her pale skin. "You know you really are quite lovely – too good for men. Men will use you. They just want somewhere to stick their filthy cocks." Previously, Elise would have laughed at such a rash statement; however, now she began to believe Rose might just be right. Yes, she was good – too good for any man. Chapter Fourteen – A Company of Three The following chapter has been edited by Curtis. Thank you, Curtis. Elise stood there naked but for her collar. The rooms upstairs had felt pleasantly warm. She wondered if perhaps it was the cool air of the dungeon now caused her body to shiver, or perhaps her nervous anticipation? As Layla and Rose talked Elise squeezed her thighs together and felt a familiar dampness. Tiny goose bumps began to form on her breasts and upper arms; her nipples now tingled and stood erect. As hard as it was for her to understand, the mere presence of these two women aroused excitement in her unlike anything she had experienced previously. "Did she feel wet when you woke her this morning?" "Yes, quite damp." Elise had in fact awoken to the sensation of Rose's fingers poking between her legs. Certainly she would have established her wetness in a matter of seconds; however, Rose had chosen caress her for several minutes, pressing her index finger deep inside, wriggling it about and then rubbing the girl's clit and outer labia. Layla turned her attention to Elise, smiling and tapping her between her legs with the crop. "Spread your legs." Anxious to please her mistress, Elise shuffled her ankles further apart. Layla cupped her warm hand over Elise's baby smooth mound. "You want to touch yourself now, don't you, little slut?" "I think I would enjoy that, Mistress." "Oh? You would enjoy it? And you think your enjoyment is important?" "No, what I meant was…" Layla's eyes narrowed as she moved closer, lowering her voice to a whisper as her lips almost touched Elise's ear, "Your sweet pussy belong to me now. It is for my pleasure and use, not yours. If and when I choose to allow you that pleasure it will be for my pleasure, not yours." She then walked around behind Elise, swinging her crop high into the air then lashing it down across the back of the girl's legs. Elise cried out. Tears began to well in her eyes, but otherwise she remained still as almost immediately a long red welt began to form on her pale skin. "You've been touching yourself without permission haven't you, slut?" "No, Mistress. I wouldn't do that." "Fucking little liar! Rose just told me you were wet when she woke you this morning!" Since coming to live at Layla's house Elise often masturbated before falling asleep in bed. She had been told not to, but sometimes the urge was just too much. Up until now neither her mistress nor the maid had objected to her surreptitious late night activities. Unsure of why it was a problem now, and afraid of being punished, Elise began to spiral into panic. "Please, Mistress, please forgive this little slut!" she begged, dropping onto her knees and grasping the back of Layla's boots. "Forgive you? Why of course I will forgive you, little one… Layla smiled down at her, then added, "after I have punished you." Elise felt helpless. Obviously, her mistress intended to punish her, and it would be useless to try to reason otherwise. "Bring the slut over here to the spanking chair, Rose," Layla instructed. The spanking chair – it wasn't really a chair at all., it was more like a bench. Made of wood, it was raised high enough from the floor for a girl, like Elise, to stand before it and bend over at the waist. Two large holes had been cut out of one end, where her breasts would hang through. Metal cuffs, attached by chains to each wooden leg almost at floor level, would be where Elise's hand and feet would be anchored. Rose pushed Elise down onto it, then when she had finished securing the cuffs she gave her a playful slap on the ass. "It's time for your lesson now!" The first stroke hit hard across the back of her legs causing Elise to instinctively try to rear up. The chain, however, prevented any such escape. "There, you didn't like that did you, little slut?" Layla quipped, instantly flicking her ass twice more. "Think about it as you take you pain, Elise. You belong to me now. You and your sweet cunt are all mine!" Tears began to trickle down the girl's face. Her body ached, and her ass soon became covered in hot stinging welts, but in her head things were becoming clearer. Elise had been a bad girl, and bad girls must be punished. Elise must please Mistress Layla. Oh, the pain, the pleasure the thin line between the two began to melt as Elise drifted into sweet euphoria. "Oh, Mistress …" Chapter Fifteen – The Challenge. The following chapter has been edited by Curtis. Thank you, Curtis. Elise jumped as she heard someone at the back kitchen door. She had only slipped down stairs for cup of tea and something to eat, and had not bothered to wear more than her panties and bra. The deliveryman and cleaning staff usually came on Fridays. But then, ‘It's that ugly old, Arthur, the gardener,' she told herself, rolling her eyes. Several times she had spied him peeking in through the windows, as he pretended to be tending to the roses. He often came inside for a glass of water. In fact, Elise was convinced he must have a most overworked bladder for the amount he drank some days. Rarely would he bother to knock – "Oh, dear, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize anyone was here," he would lie, then he would linger and take his time sipping from his glass while having a good long lecherous look! Elise grinned, this time she was going to give the old boy something to really get excited about. She lifted herself up onto the kitchen bench next to the sink, then spreading her legs wide, began rubbing both hands up and down the insides of her smooth thighs, moaning as she ran her wet tongue over her moist pink lips. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" A faint gasp escaped Elise's mouth as she blinked and jerked her hand away. I was indeed a shock to see Patrick stroll in. Immediately she slapped her legs together and frowned. "What are you doing here?" she snarled. "That's hardly any way to greet me now, is it?" "You shouldn't even be here." "Can't a man call on his friends?" "You should have used the front door." Patrick shrugged, then taking a chair, sat down and leaned back, casually lifting one booted foot up and resting it on the table. "I didn't feel like using the front door. Besides, it's you I've come to see. I know how hard it must be for a hot little bitch like you to be cooped up here day after day." "Actually, I quite like it here," she lied. Patrick reached down to his crotch and rubbed his hand over the bulge now forming in his trousers. "Even though there's no man around here to fuck that hot little pussy of yours?" "I really think you should leave now," Elise said, ignoring his question, before slipping off the bench and walking towards the door. Patrick, however, quickly stood and moved to block her exit with his arm. "But we haven't finished our little chat yet?" "Let me pass." "But I just want to talk." "I‘ve heard enough." Elise tried to push him out of her way. This rather amused Patrick as he moved sideways to block her path. "You stupid little girl. You haven't had enough of anything until I say you have," he hissed, his congenial mood suddenly evaporating. Elise glared up at him as, again, she tried to push past. "I'll call Rose." "Oh, you know you don't want to do that. Besides, I saw that crazy bitch heading out as I was coming around the back." "Let me past!" This time, rather foolishly, she placed her hand on his chest and tired to force him out of her way. He chuckled and grabbed hold of her shoulders. "Oh, no you don't." She squirmed to free herself, but his strength easily over powered hers. He grinned down at her then, as he leaned over her, and she felt his hot breath on her ear and neck. Again, she struggled, but that only assisted him in slipping her lacy bra down around her waist. Leaning further over, he licked her nipples with his thick tongue. It felt firm and warm against her soft skin, and his mouth made disgusting slurping sounds as he lapped hungrily at her breasts, exploring every part. Now Elise could break free. Lashing out like some kind of wildcat she dug her fingernails into the sides of his head, ripping into the flesh on his face and neck. He cried out, immediately pulling back and touching the side of his cheek with his fingertips, wincing at the stinging sensation. His expression changed, he laughed and asked, "So you like it rough do you, bitch? Ok, I can give it to you rough." Grinning down at her and lifting his arm, 'Patrick swung the back of his hand across the side of her face to send her tumbling helplessly across the room. Elise dropped to the floor, slumped over and panting to regain her breath after the struggle. "Bastard!" she hissed as she held her hand to the side of her face. Again he grinned as he walked over to her and grabbed her hair, before forcing her back up onto her feet and dragging her over to the kitchen table. He pushed her, face down, on to it. Holding her with one hand, he used the toe of his boot to tap between her ankles, indicating for her to spread her legs. She resisted – struggling to break free. Still holding her by her hair, he gave her head a quick jerk, and her ass a sharp slap with his open hand. "Spread them, bitch!" Still, Elise refused co-operate, squirming helplessly in a useless attempt to free herself. She managed to kick one heel up between his legs – but neither high nor fast enough. He laughed as he pulled back to avoid her foot. "Don't worry, little girl – I'm not interested in fucking your ass when I can have your sweet cunt instead." Now pinning her down with his own body, he slid his hand between her thighs, rubbing up the insides of her legs, then slipping his fingers inside her panties to finger her moist pussy. "Mmm, I see you are pleased to see me after all," he smirked, leaning further over and rubbing his wet mouth and tongue over the side of her face. Elise's arms flailed about, as she hit the table with her fist. She heard the clanking of his belt buckle followed by the sound of his zipper coming down. "The bastard thinks he's going fuck me!" she thought in angry defiance. However, when she felt his hard and hot cock drop against her ass, her rage began to subside and she silently began to reason, ‘It's been too long since I've had a man's cock. I'll just give him what he wants, Layla doesn't have to know. I'll let him fuck me.' But then she argued back with herself, ‘No, I'm too good for this bastard! I'm Layla's slut, not his!' The Price of Love Pt. 04 Chapter Sixteen – The Whore in Red. (edited) "Quickly, Mistress Layla needs you now!" Rose rushed into Elise's bedroom and threw a silky red dress down on the bed. Elise looked at Rose then put her magazine down. "Alright, I'll bathe immediately." "No, no! There's no time for that," Rose waved franticly at the dress. "Put it on!" "Alright," Elise picked it up and slipped it over her head. "But, please, Rose, what's so urgent?" Rose impatiently turned Elise around and pulled her zipper up. "Mistress Layla needs you. The shoes — you mustn't forget the shoes." She hurried over to the wardrobe and took out a pair of red patent stilettos. Elise slipped them on, and then began preening her hair with her hands. "No, no, there's no time! Come," she said, grabbing Elise by the hand and hurriedly pulling her out of the room and down the stairs. Elise felt confused and unsure — what could possibly be so urgent? As they approached the dungeon, loud heaving sobs of a woman in distress could be heard. Rose opened the heavy door and pushed Elise forward. Through the dim lighting Layla could be seen dressed in black from head to toe sitting on a large leather chair. To one side of her, placed on a small table, a photo album lay opened. The pages, however, were too far away for Elise to see the pictures clearly. "So there you are — you disgusting little whore!" Layla almost spat the words through her tears. "Get over here now!" Feeling totally confused, but not wanting to exacerbate the situation, Elise hurried over to her Mistress and dropped down onto her knees without saying a word. Layla grabbed her crop from the dresser. Standing up, she slashed it across the poor girl's bare breasts. Elise cried out, in fear as much as pain. Terrified, tears began to form and then trickled down her cheeks as the extent of Layla's rage became clear. "Spread your legs! That's so easy for a slut to do!" Immediately Elise pushed her knees further apart, as far as her tight fitting dress would allow. Not, however, wide enough to satisfy Layla. Immediately, she grabbed the neckline and, with one angry wrench, ripped it down to the waist exposing breasts marked with a fine crimson line just above the nipples. "There, look at them! How can any man resist a whore's tits?" Layla's face contorted and she drew the crop high, hitting it down across the girl's breasts again and again, each time a swift whoosh followed by a sharp slap. Biting down on her lower lip, Elise took her pain with agonising determination. However, within a short time, it all became too much to bear. She threw herself forward, burying her face between Layla's boots. Her shiny red dress fell around her on the floor as she pleaded, "Please, Mistress, no more!" Layla, however, was in no mood for mercy. "No more?" she bellowed. "That's not what little whores are say. Oh, no, you always want more! You want it! You just had to have my Edward, too, didn't you?" Elise's mind raced; she tried to think. 'Edward?' She knew a lot of men, but none by that name. "Greedy little whores — all of you!" Layla shrieked. Again and again she lashed at Elise's shoulders, back and ass, covering her in a cris-cross of angry red welts. Each time Elise jerked and writhed about on the floor, desperately trying to understand what she had done wrong. "No more! Please, stop..." Elise's pleas were now muffled as she buried her face in her arms and her words morphed into uncontrollable sobs. "What's the matter?" Layla questioned her as she used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears from her own cheeks. "You think you don't have to pay for being a whore? Is that it? Oh, yes, you'll pay for it alright!" Layla hadn't finished. Oh no, not at all. Sneering, she leaned down to tear away at what little fabric still covered Elise's body. Then, holding the crop between the girl's legs, she slapped at her soft and smooth cunt with a couple of vicious and well-aimed strikes. Elise cried out, and her body shook before she collapsed helplessly on the floor; tears of despair now flowed freely as she realized her impossible situation. Layla then grabbed the other end of the crop and, leaning down, rammed the handle up inside the poor girl's wet vagina. That had been totally unexpected. A howling cry of overwhelming fear and panic broke the sound of the powerless Elise's tears. "Well, that's what you want isn't it, whore? You don't care, do you? You just want to be fucked!" Leaving the crop embedded, Layla grabbed Elise by her hair and dragged her towards a low wooden bench. Forcing her up on to it, face downwards, with her head at one end and her ass hanging over the other. "I'm going to fill every one of your filthy holes, slut! But first..." Elise heard the clinking of metal. Layla grabbed hold of the girl's right hand. Something cold touched against the warmth of her wrists, and she realised her hands were being cuffed behind her as she lay there. Closing her eyes, Elise hoped that soon she would wake up from this terrible nightmare. Instead, she felt something being pressed against her mouth. Immediately, she blinked and saw what appeared to be a large rubber cock – much too large. Instinctively, she pursed her lips to prevent it from entering. Layla then pinched her nose, and within minutes Elise had no choice but to open her mouth and allowed the huge rubber phallus inside. Elise gagged and coughed as Layla pushed it hard up against the back of her throat before slipping the strap around her head. She couldn't spit the damned thing out, and she couldn't breath! Elise began to panic, writhed about in a desperate struggle to free herself, but to no avail. Thankfully, she soon realised that she could still inhale, although with much difficulty, though her nose. She sniffed and tried not to cry — if she cried then her nasal passages would become blocked, and she would quite simply suffocate on her own mucous. "And now something for your ass and cunt," she heard Layla say. Elise felt the crop being wrenched from inside her, allowing for a brief reprieve. Then, something smooth and hard pressed against her anus. Something large, she suspected, especially when Layla began forcing it inside. Her immediate reaction was to try to expel it. "Don't you even try to push the fucking thing out, you little whore! It stays until I'm ready to take it out," Layla warned her, slapping Elise's ass again with her crop, as if to reinforce her words. Elise tried to speak — to beg, but her words were nothing more than muffled cries. Now another hard and cold object invaded her wet cunt. In and out, penetrating her, not with lust, but with a power of anger and rage. A force that within a short time made her cunt feel raw and tender as her body yielded to the relentless attack. Previously, Elise felt there had been a fine line between her pleasure and pain—an amazing and erotic indecision in her head pulling her this way and then that. It had been a delicate balance that could so easily tip either way, but not this time. Her world began to spiral into darkness. ************** The following day, Rose came into the girl's room as she usually did, only this time without her breakfast. "Mistress Layla would like to see you in her bed chamber now," she said, drawing the curtains back as she did every morning. Elise squinted as the sunlight streamed in. She sat up and then closed her eyes and groaned. Even the slightest movement made her wince. She slipped her legs over the side of the bed and gingerly stood up. Her whole body felt tender and sore from the previous evening's events. She groaned again. Layla was the last person she wanted to see. "Right now," Rose told her, becoming impatient. "You mean like this?" Elise held out the front of her nightgown. It was long, pale pink, and gathered to a lacy white yoke. She hadn't worn anything like it since she was a child, yet now, living at Layla's house, she always wore it to sleep in. Like many odd rituals at Layla's house she never bothered to question it. "Yes, right now. Get moving, girl!" Rubbing her cheeks, she padded barefoot out of her room and down the hallway to Layla's room—one foot after the other as if in some kind of hypnotic trance. It would be useless to resist — Elise knew that. She had never been invited into Layla's room before and felt unsure of what to expect. She only hoped Layla would be in a more congenial mood than the previous night. The door was ajar, so cautiously pushed it open. She hesitated for moment, then entered. Layla, draped in a long purple satin robe, sat brushing her long dark hair in front of her dressing table mirror. "Oh, there you are, precious." 'Precious?' Elise queried silently, as she quietly walked over to Layla to kneel at her side. Layla put her brush down and turned to Elise, taking the girl's chin in her hand and gently turning her face one way and then the other. "I see you are all right? I was a little concerned that perhaps I had... " Layla hesitated before continuing, "I was concerned I may have gotten a little carried away last night." Elise flashed a glance up at Layla before quickly averting her eyes again. Her whole body ached, and her pale skin still carried a random array of angry red welts. Feeling a little nervous, she wriggled her ass about on her heels. Immediately the dull pain of her swollen ass and cunt reminded her of exactly what had occurred the previous evening. "You have to understand little one, that I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I'm really extremely fond of you. You know that, don't you?" "I understand Mistress..." However, quite simply, she didn't. A photograph on the dresser of an older, but still very handsome, man caught Elise's eye. Then, something dawned on her. "Edward?" she questioned. Picking up the photo, Layla looked lovingly down at it then slowly traced her fingertips over the image. "Yes, my Edward." "And he was killed by another woman?" "You seemed surprised, little one. Yes, well, not directly, but she certainly caused his death." "I'm so very sorry, Mistress." Layla carefully placed the photograph back on the dresser. Her body appeared to stiffen as she explained, "Some things you can forgive, Elise. I forgave Edward for being weak and allowing himself to be seduced—men are like that you know. But that little whore— never!" Elise listened quietly. So many things that had previously been a mystery were now becoming clear. "Do you know she actually had the nerve to turn up at my Edward's funeral? Oh, yes, she made quite a spectacle of herself." Layla reached for her handkerchief and gently dabbed the tears now forming in her eyes. "What did she do, Mistress?" For a split second Layla's face contorted into a dark and ugly expression that caused Elise to gasp. "As if that wasn't enough? I will never forget that disgusting dress. Can you imagine it? She turned up to my Edward's funeral in a fucking red dress!" Layla's body quivered as she clenched the handkerchief in her fists, twisting it to the point of almost tearing. Elise hesitated, unsure of what to do or say, then she leaned over and rested her head on her mistress's lap. Layla gently stroked the side of Elise's face with her fingertips, as the two remained silent in their own thoughts for several minutes. 'Yes, men are weak,' Elise told herself silently. Her own experience proved that. Elise had tried so hard when her father married his lovely young secretary. 'Everyone adores Jean," he told Elise. "Why don't you?" But Jean just understand. Jean wanted too much of his time, too much of his attention... too much of his love. When, just after her eighteenth birthday, Elise left home, she felt certain her father would realise how he had hurt his little daughter. He would divorce that loathsome woman and things would be just how they had been before—just Elise and her father—but he never did. Elise knew why; he was just too weak. So, she made up her mind; he would have to choose his new wife or his daughter. She blinked and a single tear trickled down her cheek breaking her thoughts. Elise then she lifted her head and whispered, "It's a terrible thing to lose someone you love. I lost someone very special, also. He was weak, too." "Oh, you poor baby. I had no idea." Layla wrapped her arms protectively around the girl's shoulder, then leaned over to rest her cheek on top of Elise's head. "Who, little one?" "My father," Elise replied, hesitating, then nonchalantly adding, "His whore wore black to his funeral." Chapter Seventeen – The Plan (edit) "Sssh! Don't make a sound." Patrick didn't try to hide his smugness as he clamped his hand over Elise's mouth. Before she swung around she already knew, by his musky masculine smell and his hardness pressing against her ass, exactly why he had come. "I told you, never come up to my room," she hissed, pulling him further into the en suite. "Oh, so you want me to take you in here, the bathroom?" he chuckled as he looked around at the tiled and mirrored walls. "Will you please keep your voice down?" "Oh, so you want me to take you in here, the bathroom?" he repeated, his voice dropping to a mock whisper as he grinned down at her. "Have you made the arrangements?" "I sure have." Patrick moved closer and began fondling her breasts through the soft fabric of her dress as he spoke. "But when? When will you come for me?" "Sunday. Early Sunday morning, around eight," he told her, leaning down and turning his head to allow his lips to brush over the side of her neck and shoulder. "Oh, thank you! Thank you, so much," Elise grinned and let out a little sigh of relief as her body visibly relaxed. Patrick hesitated, as if gauging her reaction, before slipping one hand down between her thighs. "You haven't forgotten our other little agreement have you?" "Don't worry, I haven't..." The arrangements had all been made. Patrick would come for her early one morning after one of Layla's little get togethers. No one in the house ever stirred much before midday after these little parties, so it would be the ideal time. Elise would then stay with Patrick for a few months, in hiding, until things settled down. Of course, she was aware of what that would involve. Sex, sex and more sex with Patrick, and more than likely with a few of his male friends, also. She chuckled softly and thought, 'Well, there are surely worse things in life.' "Oh, you smell so fucking good, you sweet little whore..." Patrick buried his face in her hair and began roughly squeezing one of her breasts. "You love it hard and hot, don't you, bitch?" "Will you stop it! We can't do it here..." Patrick ignored her protest, "Just relax; it's no big deal." Elise moaned and closed her eyes. There was no denying it—she had certainly developed a taste for sweet pain. "Strip for me, bitch! Take off all your clothes." Gripping at her dress, Elise drew in a deep breath to compose herself, then took a step back. "No, not here, somewhere else!" she hissed. Patrick looked her up and down, gazing lustfully at her for a moment, then lunged forward. Impatiently, he grabbed the hem of her dress, whipping it up to her hips, then rubbed his hands up and down her legs and ass. "I don't have time for this. We stay here!" He told her. Elise's body stiffened. What if Rose were to walk in and catch them? No panties?" he quipped. "You must have been expecting me after all." "My mistress has forbidden me from wearing under my dresses," Elise hissed, tying to squirm free. "I like the way that woman thinks," Patrick smirked. "I think we should continue that edict when you come to stay with me." Elise glared up at him as he pressed the lower half of his body to hers. Much as she disliked his smarmy attitude, she couldn't deny his good looks, or the hard bulge now in his trousers now pressing against her belly. She took a deep breath, inhaling his musky and masculine scent, then grabbing hold of his collar, she clenched her teeth and tore open the fabric of his shirt. Several buttons popped and fell onto the tiled floor. For a moment Elise hesitated, licking her lips and running her hands on his firm muscular chest, gently squeezing his nipples between her fingers. Leaning down, she gently kissed his left nipple. He moaned, and she took a moment to smile up at him before pressing her lips against the other papilla, only this time she opened her mouth a little farther and bit down. Patrick's body convulsed and he cried out, "What the hell did you do that for?" Elise smirked, "That's for being such a bastard." Patrick grinned, "You and I are going to get along just fine, I can tell." And with that he began hungrily kissing and licking at her neck and groping at her full, ripe breasts. His hand slipped down between her legs, rubbing up and down the length of her thighs before roughly fingering the soft smooth folds of her cunt. Oh, yes, the bitch felt good and wet! As he lifted her ass up onto the vanity several bottles toppled, clanging as they fell over. Patrick and Elise ignored them; nothing else mattered. Now, panting like a bitch in heat, Elise closed her eyes. The clinking of his belt buckle told her that his hard cock would soon be hers. Yes... his cock... for her pleasure. Patrick may have been vain, but he sure had plenty to be vain about. Commandingly handsome, and obviously extremely virile, Elise couldn't remember experiencing a better man. She opened her eyes to look into Patrick's, and she realized, 'The bastard's watching himself in the mirror!' **** A little while later, as Elise lay soaking in her bath, she wondered if Patrick's house would be as large and palatial as Layla's. How long might she stay with him? She wasn't sure. Men needed to be deal with differently from women. Her mind drifted back to her father and her stepmother, Jean. Her kind and loving father had taught her many important things, but ironically it was Jean who had taught her the most important lesson of all. Not directly of course, but seeing that woman flirting with her father made Elise realize, at a very young age that to control a man's cock is to control him. 'Men are hard when they're soft, and soft when they're hard.' Elise smiled. All that activity had made her rather hungry, and so after bathing she slipped downstairs for something to eat. Upon entering the kitchen, she saw Rose sitting at the table sipping a cup of tea. Her eyes narrowed as she looked up. Then, in a low, emotionless voice she said, "I'm going to give you some advice, Elise..." 'Elise;' just 'Elise.' Rose never called her that! "...as a friend and nothing else. Keep away from that bastard, Patrick. He's nothing but trouble." Chapter Eighteen – The Piercing. Elise sat still – knees spread wide and back perfectly straight – Rose stood behind her gently stroking the leather crop up and down the girl's spine. "Keep still," Rose told her, then suddenly, and without warning, struck the poor girl's ass with a vicious blow. Elise cried out, and immediately jerked her shoulders back. "What did I tell you, slut?" "You told me to keep still, but how could..." Another stinging lash to her ass interrupted her attempt to explain herself. "When I tell you to do something I expect you to do it! How can you expect to learn obedience if you have no self control?" Rose slipped her hand under her apron and into her pocket to pull out a long golden chain in the form of a 'Y'. Each of the three ends had a small gold clamp attached. "Sit up straight, slut, and spread your legs wider." Elise wriggled about to spread her thighs wider and watched with nervous curiosity the shiny thread glistened against Rose's long dark fingers. The Price of Love Pt. 04 She leaned down then opened the first clamp over on of Elise's erect nipples. "Are you ready for this, slut?" Elise felt her breath quicken. She opened her mouth to reply, but instead gasped as the metal teeth bit into the tender flesh of her nipple. "Good girl, good slut," Rose told her. "Good little slut's always take their pain." Elise bit down on her lower lip, then drawing on all her inner strength managed to stay that way as the second clamp was snapped onto her breast. "Now, where does the little slut think this one might go?" Rose taunted, holding it and letting it swing freely. The gnawing pain in her nipples had distracted her from what Rose was saying, however, when she saw that third clamp dangling between her open thighs, there was no doubt about where it might go. Instinctively, she drew back. She tried to stand up, but as she began to lift herself up onto her knees Rose's heavy hand on her shoulder prevented her from rising. "Stay right where you are." "Please, Rose, you can't be serious?" "You just earned yourself another five minutes punishment time, slut." Bewildered and unsure of how much more she could stand, or how much more Rose intended pushing her, Elise dropped her ass back onto her heels. Rose knelt down, and slipping one hand between Elise's legs, used her fingers to spread her pink folds and expose her most private parts. Elise felt the painful bite of metal as the third clamp bit her hard clit. This time she winced and let out a little cry. Rose chuckled. "There, you don't like that, do you little slut?" Then her mood appeared to change. " Well, let me tell you something I don't like it when little sluts, like you, don't' do exactly as they're told so you're just going to have to learn the hard way are you? Rose's way. Rose always knows what's best." Within a minute the vicious teeth of the clamp were biting into her clit. It throbbed between her open thighs like a miniature cock begging for some kind of release. Her nipples too had become unbearably painful -- a fine pickling sensations shot through them like tiny electric shocks. Elise closed her eyes tightly as if by doing so she may perhaps wake up and discover it was all a bad dream, however, a sharp jerk on the chains made her blink. "Keep your eyes open, slut! You must learn to take your pain!" Rose stood, with her arms folded, in front of Elise. "Some day you will thank me for teaching you such self control." Little did Rose know that Elise had already used her training for her own gain, however, she didn't answer. She knew by now how foolish it would be to speak without being out being asked a specific question. Any other time, perhaps she could but not when Rose was in one of her 'moods'. Elise remained perfectly still and silent for twenty minutes, although kneeling there in such pain it seemed like a much longer. All the time Rose watched her. At last, and just when Elise felt she couldn't possibly stand another moment of the agonising torture, Rose nodding and smiled. Leaning down she realised the clamps, on by one, and then with an unexpected gentleness rubbed Elise's nipples until the pain began to subside. "You did well little slut. Why don't you rest a few minutes?" Rose motioning towards the bed. Feeling totally drained, Elise dropped down on her hands and crawled towards the bed. Her engorged clit felt tender as it rubbed against her thighs and her nipples were almost numb. She climbed up onto the bed and then dropped down onto her back. "Now, just relax," Rose told her, lifting the girl's right hand up to hook the metal ring to the head of the bed. She then secured Elise's other hand and her feet also. This hadn't been exactly what Elise had in mind when Rose had told her to rest, however, it was good to lay back and stretch. How long would Rose leave her in this position she wondered? She lifted her head slightly and saw her clit throbbing between her open thighs. She smiled. It reminded her of a boy's cock—like the one who had first fucked her back in high school. Perhaps Rose would lick her? Right now, Elise welcomed the idea of having a nice wet and warm tongue soothing her throbbing clit. Rose disappeared into the bathroom. "Oh, no, she going to shave me again," Elise thought. The first time had been a humiliating experience for Elise. Fortunately, since then she had been allowed to do her own grooming. Now she wondered what Rose was up to. Rose returned carrying a tray, its contents covered with a small towel. She placed it on the bedside table and then smiled down at Elise. "You're not going to like this, Miss Elise. But it's got to be done." Why Rose insisted on calling Elise that was a mystery to her. Slut, whore, and bitch, were names she could understand. 'Miss Elise' just seemed too ridiculous! When Rose lifted the cover, however, Elise didn't see anything required for shaving instead she saw something quite different—a piercing tool! She recognised it immediately from when she had her ears done. Realising what Rose intended to do, Elise froze in fear then a cool damn sweat began to form on her body. "No, please!" Elise squirmed and struggled against her bonds. Her breath quickened and her heart raced. "Please, not that! Not there!" Ignoring her pleas completely, Rose leaned down and began fiddling with Elise's clit. She gave it a gentle squeeze, then peering down in deep concentration, she skilfully pulled the delicate foreskin back. "I'm afraid this might just hurt a little bit," Rose warned with a smirk, "so scream if you must." The metal device felt hard and cold pressed against Elise's throbbing and swollen clit. Tiny beads of moisture formed her face and body as she lay there panting and gripped with panic. She closed her eyes tightly and braced herself. She felt a sharp prick followed by agonizing stabbing pain through her clit that coursed right up into the very core of her belly. Her mouth gapped open and... Layla sat in her study, quietly reading, when suddenly her peace was interrupted by a piercing scream from up stairs. She immediately stopped and looked up from her book. She had wanted Elise to have something special. Something that no one had ever given her before. A gift that would be a constant reminder to the girl of who she belonged to. When Rose had suggested attaching the gold tag with Layla's initials on it to Elise's clit, she knew nothing could possibly be more appropriate. Rose always knew what was best. The house went quiet again. Layla smiled and returned to her book. Chapter Nineteen – Layla's sweet Elise Rose arrived home after shopping. She entered around the back, placed her packages on the kitchen table and then went in search of her mistress to let her know she had returned. At this time of day Layla would usually enjoy reading in the lounge or sitting out on the back patio, however, as Rose entered the main hall, she heard sobs from upstairs. She stopped and leaned up again the wall, closing her eyes she listened to the pitiful and heartbreaking sound. Rose clenched her fist and bit down on her lower lip. She must find the girl! Yes, the girl must once again have to bear her Mistress's pain. "Miss Elise! Miss Elise, where are you?" Rose called frantically as she hurried up the stairs towards the girl's room, but as she swung the door open the sight that confronted her quite literally look her breath away. Elise sat on the floor, slumped over, while systematically lashing her back and shoulders with a long black flogger. Each lashing sound was followed by a faint gasp as Elise's head jerked, and she closed her eyes for a moment before striking herself yet again. The red dress she wore had torn and now pooled around her on the floor. Rose felt a hand on her shoulder and swung around to see Layla. "Leave us, Rose, " she said. Elise immediately stopped and stared up at her mistress, unsure now if she had done the right thing. Layla wrinkled her nose and sniffed, then walk over to the girl. She dropped down onto her knees beside Elise and gently enveloped the girl in her arms. "Oh, baby, you did this for me didn't you?" Layla hugged her tightly, then drawing back slightly, looked down at and gently wiped, the tears from Elise's face with her hand. Elise nodded. "I punished myself because I wanted you to see these welts and know I did this for you. My pain is my love. My pain is the love that heals you. I understand that now, Mistress." Elise felt oddly safe as she nuzzled her face between Layla's warm breasts. 'Can I really leave her?' she questioned herself. 'Yes, she's a strong woman. She will be just fine.' "What would I ever do without you, my little Elise? You are the love of my life." Chapter Twenty – The Keeper. Elise showered and dressed, then bundled a few clothes up into plastic bag before creeping down stairs. Ever so carefully she opened the front door. For a moment she just stood there inhaling the fresh morning air. Soon she would be free. Elise sat down on the cool stone steps and waited and watched for Patrick's car to come up the drive-way. How long exactly had she been here? A few weeks? A few months? A few years even? It had been as if time had no measure since she had arrive at Layla's house. She rested her elbows in her knees and cupped her chin in her hands as she let her mind drift over the past few months. In an odd kind of way become rather fond of Rose. In many ways she had become like the mother Elise had never known, guiding and advising her, teaching and disciplining her. And Layla – Mistress Layla – she had been so very generous and giving in her own special way. "You are the love of my life, little Elise, " that's what she said. No one else, except her father, had ever loved her that much. What would it do to Layla not to have her 'little Elise' around? As she thought about it and a wiry little smile formed on her lips—it would break Layla's heart, that's what it would do. In the distance, at the end of the long driveway, she could now see Patrick's distinctive red Porsche speeding towards the house. Elise stood up and took in another deep breath of the fresh morning air. Yes, it indeed it felt very symbolic. The past few months may have been a complete blur at times, but now everything was very clear in her head. Today would be a whole new beginning of a whole new and wonderful life for Elise. She smiled—a big happy smile that almost made her laugh. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so good. Then, picking up her bag of clothes, and without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and walked back inside the house. Up in her room, Elise carefully put away the clothes she had so hastily packed earlier, then she paddled down the stairs, and into the kitchen. "Would you like a cup of tea, Miss Elise?" Rose stood at the stove pouring boiling water into a china teapot. "Yes, that would be lovely, thank you, Rose." Elise sat down and Rose poured. "You know you've made the right decision Elise. I'm glad you've decided to stay, and I know Layla will be very happy, too," Rose told her, nodding and passing the cup and saucer. Elise shot her a puzzled look and then a little frown. "Oh, it's alright, your little secret's safe with me." Elise gave a little sigh of relief then, lifting the cup, took a sip of her tea. "Rose, I'm the luckiest," she gushed, "Mistress Layla is the most wonderful Mistress any girl could possibly hope for. I love her so much." Rose just smiled. The End.