6 comments/ 37746 views/ 0 favorites The Turning of Emily Ch. 01 By: hotchkiss This affair was already several weeks old, just how it had started was still quite a mystery to her but so far it had been incredible. She had never meant it to happen but he had pursued her relentlessly at every opportunity. To Emily whose marriage was not as perfect as it appeared to the outside world it was like an intoxicating breath of fresh air. One of those poor unfortunate women who never had to worry about money or any of the other mundane matters that life thrusts at lesser people Emily had become bored with her opulent lifestyle. Married to an older highly successful business orientated man who pampered her every need she felt stifled and yearned for change. The affair made life more bearable for her but it was becoming an obsession instead of the distraction she had intended it to be. She lived for the brief time they spent together and squandered a fortune on gifts for him, which he always accepted graciously. Mickey had booked the same room at the hotel they usually used and she felt girlishly excited as she approached the now familiar door and knocked softly. Smiling wolfishly Mickey greeted her and drew her inside kissing her passionately before she could speak. Inside the air was incredibly hot and strangely scented for some reason but she was too excited about what he might have planned to wonder. Over the past weeks their lovemaking had grown more varied, more experimental and increasingly adventurous as Mickey played out his fantasies with her. For her part she found herself besotted with a man who was extremely cunning and manipulative and enjoyed playing with her mind as much as he did fucking her. Emily knew that but didn't care, she was too involved to care about the way things were going and trustingly complied with her obsessive lover's tiniest whim without question. The last time they were here he had spent over two hours training her in the art of oral sex and forced her to swallow his spunk at the end. At the start she had thought the whole idea disgusting but the experience had excited her immensely. The time before he had fucked her with a huge dildo, before that it had been masturbation he had forced her to do, she wondered what surprise tonight might bring unaware just what the implications were. Mickey took her coat and led her into the main room, unusually the bedroom door was closed which puzzled her for a fleeting instant. On the phone earlier Mickey's instructions had been quite precise, she must wear only clothing that could be removed from the front and to dress sexily for him which she would do anyway. She had finally decided to wear a long red denim dress that buttoned up the front; she left it undone up to about four inches below her groin. Choosing to wear no bra she wore only the briefest of panties and smoky grey hold-ups, on her feet she wore a pair of red high-heeled ankle strapped shoes. As he took her coat Mickey expressed his approval at her attire, he was dressed in a hotel bathrobe and mules. He wasted no time engaging her in idle conversation, knowing he could control her fully he moved straight in for the kill. "Emily, darling how would you like to try something a little adventurous and exciting tonight?" he oozed confidence. "Mickey this is exciting enough for me!" "Yeh but I'd like to experiment a little," he grinned disarmingly "if you would I'd be ever so grateful?" "Oh yes and what do you want me to do?" Emily feigned shyness and acted like a little girl "you know I'll do practically anything for you Mickey!" "Your so sweet my love I don't know if I dare ask you!" he toyed with her. "If you don't ask you'll never know if I'll oblige you." Still playing it like a teenager Emily was walking straight into his snare. "Have you ever considered bondage?" his voice was oh so meek. "Bondage," she gasped shocked at the word "oh Mickey, I don't know!" she felt genuine alarm at the prospect. "Nothing serious like, just restricting and teasing so to speak I wouldn't physically hurt you I swear!" he sounded so sincere as he began to persuade her. "To be honest Mickey the thought of it scares me!" she felt herself tremble as she replied, "I'm sorry Mickey." For a while he said nothing, he just worked on her with other methods, adopting the poise of a crushed man he stared at her with tearful eyes and let the silence eat at her resolve for a few tense moments. Feelings of guilt rose in her softening her will to resist him and he watched her knowing just when to carry on his persuasive chatter. "Oh Emily I thought you trusted me?" he sounded genuinely hurt and Emily's heart melted just as he knew it would, "you can trust me, please my love it would mean so much to me." "Ok, Ok I give in," then she added "but if it gets too much you must promise to set me free!" "Sure Emily, you've made me so happy." "I'm still scared so take it easy Mickey," she tried to hide the tremor in her voice unsure whether it was fear or excitement that caused the butterflies in her tummy, "what would you like me to do?" "Nothing my love," his voice sounded so calm and reassuring, "just stand there looking radiant, be quiet and allow me to take control." She reddened at the compliment and watched him move away a little as if to afford her a better view as he undid the sash of his bathrobe and pulled it through the loops, which held it in place. As he slipped the length of sash from around him the robe fell open and Emily was surprised to see he was already standing proud. Cat-like he circled her running the silken length through his hands meaningfully. Finally he moved up close behind her and drew her wrists together behind her back. A thrill ran through her as she realised he was binding them together. "Are you Ok Emily my love?" "Yes, I'm fine," her voice wavered and her mouth felt dry. "Do you mind if I blindfold you, it would heighten the effect immensely for you?" "No, go ahead," she felt compelled to answer in brief replies for some reason. "Excellent!" Partly wishing she could have refused him Emily watched him as he moved to the dresser and returned carrying one of those masks the airlines give you to help you sleep during daylight and a strip of fabric. Meekly she allowed him to slip the elasticated mask over her eyes then clearly not content it would stay there of it's own accord he secured it tightly with the strip of fabric. The ensuing darkness was complete, not a chink of light crept in around the mask and it left her quite disorientated and it scared her a little. Deep inside her Emily felt previously unrealised passions stir and it worried her to find that she was actually enjoying this. She wondered just how far Mickey intended to push her this time and wondered also why she enjoyed letting him do it so much. "Everything still Ok?" "Yes," her throat tightened making her voice sound tiny and quiet. "I think you find it exciting?" she could hear him moving around her. She jumped in response as she felt his hands on her hips and she trembled as they slid casually down the front of her thighs moving inwards below where the lowest button of dress was fastened. She heard him chuckle mischievously as his hands slipped beneath the dress and ran up her stocking clad thighs to take hold of her panties. Perspiration began to bead upon her burning skin as the heat of her rising passion reacted with the hot dry air in the room as she felt her panties being drawn down her long legs. She stepped from them when prompted by taps on her feet and became aware that Mickey was standing very close in front of her. So close in fact his hard member poked her insistently in the belly. He took her arm gently and led her to what she presumed was the bedroom. As they entered she noticed that the air was perfumed with a faint but distinctly feminine fragrance but she paid it little attention as he turned to her once more. "You are enjoying this aren't you?" he whispered hoarsely "you're a dirty bitch really aren't you Emily?" "Yes, yes I am!" she answered both his questions in one. "Get on your knees!" his tone was authorative but calm. Obediently she sank warily to her knees, she was scared of stumbling and falling blindly but before she had settled her Mickey was already waiting behind her. Emily felt him wrapping the trailing ends of the sash that bound her wrists about her ankles, in moments she was bound securely. In the otherwise silent room Emily heard him padding about, she thought that she heard the sound of his robe whispering as it settled on the floor, and heard something else that sounded rather like a kiss. Straining her ears she heard his unhurried footfall come nearer and even in the heat of the room she could sense the radiant heat as he drew closer, his well recognised masculine scent suddenly grew strong in her nostrils now. As she knelt there blindly his hands took a light hold of her head, he caressed her long blonde hair tenderly for a moment before taking a firm grip on her head with one of his huge hands. Emily knew already what would happen next and she readied herself breathlessly, she was incredibly aroused already and was fairly sure her pussy juices must be dribbling onto the floor. "Open your mouth bitch," he ordered and she obeyed him enthusiastically. "Suck it you blonde slut!" he grunted as he eased his helmet into her open mouth. The filthy insults spurred her on, she knew she was a slut, she deserved the abuse and what was more she loved it as she sank her mouth eagerly around his gnarled cock. She was intent on giving Mickey a blowjob he would remember and set to work earnestly writhing her tongue around his helmet whilst drawing him deep into her mouth. Soon though she had lost what little control she had over the situation and let him take over completely. Emily knew she had no other choice because he took her head in both hands and began to fuck her mouth. Slowly at first he eased forwards then back, she sucked and licked the gristly shaft diligently as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Her eagerness was infectious and soon he increased the pace until he was fucking her face furiously. He was close to coming very quickly and she wanted to suck him dry but he withdrew at the last instant and showered her face with his hot jism. When he released her head Emily felt quite giddy and it took a few moments before her senses began to function normally. She could feel his come as it cooled and trickled thickly down the hot skin of her face and neck and it thrilled her. Mickey was panting quite heavily as she heard him move behind her once more, he untied her ankles then helped her as he eased her unsteadily to her feet. He made no move to untie her wrists but massaged them gently for her. "Mickey?" she whispered softly "will you untie me now?" "Oh Emily darling Emily," he cried as if hurt "it's not over yet, you've got to have your turn." "My turn?" "Yes my love." He whispered "Now I want to tie you to the bed and give you a big surprise!" "Surprise?" she gasped. "Oh yes, believe me my love!" "Come on my love," blindly she unthinkingly allowed him to lead her once more until they came to the bed where he untied her hands. "Lie on your back, here let me help you!" he positioned her on the bed exactly as he wanted. "Mickey!" she sounded scared but wasn't. "Hush my love," he reassured her "you trust me don't you?" "Of course I do." As she said that she felt him take her left arm and pull it outwards and upwards, he pinned it to the bed stretched out to one side above her head. Her ear caught the metallic clink of a chain and it registered in a flash, but too late as by that time she became aware of the sound and feeling as the handcuff closed snugly around her slender wrist. She was scared but did not try to relay her fear to him, she loved Mickey deeply and trusted him fully, and anyway despite her ridiculous fears Emily was extremely aroused. Without struggling she allowed him to continue and a second cuff snicked fast around her other outstretched wrist moments later. Emily was inescapably secured now, soon she felt her left ankle being grasped and heard the familiar rattle and click as it was cuffed. Very soon her right ankle was similarly secured. For a time Emily believed her ankles were cuffed together that is until she heard the chain rattling over the bed frame and felt them being drawn apart. Her legs were stretched apart quite wide but not uncomfortably so, she was unable to move very much. "Mickey!" she cried. "Yes my darling." "I love you!" her voice trembled. "I know!" he whispered, "Do you trust me Emily?" "Of course!" "Are you excited my love?" "Yes." her voice was tiny, her throat tightening with emotion "very." "Wonderful." For a moment all was silent and as she laid there her body burned with an aching desire she had never known before. Lost in her own world she completely missed the noise from the chair that creaked at the far end of the room. She heard Mickey move quietly away, she heard the switch click then the slow sensuous music began quite loud but incredibly in tune with the highly erotic situation she was now in. All other sounds were masked by the music, the strange feminine fragrance lingering in the room grew a little stronger but it failed to alarm her though she could sense someone was very close. She could not suppress the squeak as a hot tongue licked some of the spent spunk from her cheek. Emily found it hard to believe even Mickey would do that but enjoyed it very much as her perspiration-beaded skin was slowly licked clean. One by one a practised hand started to undo the buttons that fastened the front of her dress and she moaned softly in response. Emily could not help herself from writhing enthusiastically in fevered anticipation as the damp fabric of her dress was casually peeled away from the sweating skin of her otherwise naked body. Sightless behind the blindfold Emily sensed rather than saw someone mounting the bed to kneel above her, she strained against the cuffs desperate for contact. "Please...!" she wailed pathetically "please Mickey...!" As if in response to her plea of frustration Emily felt fingertips softly begin to stroke her right shoulder. Mischievously the invisible fingers caressed her tingling skin, touching her lightly they traced her collarbone then they circled about the nape of her neck for long moments. To the overexcited, restrained and visually deprived Emily something about the hand was unfamiliar, but it felt incredibly good. The touch of the fingers that played upon her seemed somehow different to Mickey's usually less subtle masculine approach. To Emily their touch felt softer, each caress was more gentle and attentive and felt better than any other she had experienced for a while. Trembling with arousal Emily cried out softly for an instant then bit her lip to try and stifle her cry when she felt the hand advance over her vibrant willing flesh towards her right breast. She could not help crying out with delight as those unseen fingers homed in on her sensitive puffed-up aurolae and proceeded to gently tease and caress it for a brief moment. The bed frame creaked and the firm mattress jiggled a little as the person that was kneeling above her adjusted their position. The slightness of the beds movement did not seem enough for someone as heavy as Mickey and Emily was beginning to suspect it was not he that moved above her. They had used this room several times before and strange as it seemed she remembered how much noise the bed had made and moved in response to their antics in the past. The unseen and possibly unknown person brushed lightly against her restrained thighs as they moved and the bed continued to rock and squeak quietly until finally the person knelt somewhere between her spread and restrained legs. Realising that some how she didn't care that it was a possible complete stranger Emily found the concept actually excited her. The delightful hands that unexpectedly cupped her breasts seemed small but they caressed her attentively. Finding she was becoming aroused beyond comprehension Emily squirmed futilely against her bonds in impulsive reaction to their attentions. The caresses she was openly enjoying seemed very different to Mickey's but they felt so good she never gave it a second thought as she responded to their touch. The hands finally left her breasts; she took the chance to try and compose herself, they would offer her no respite as they moved lower. Over her slippery perspiration beaded writhing body they slithered, down past her ribs, past her waist to grip her gyrating hips and hold her still. Obediently she froze as they gripped her and lay panting maniacally her body buzzing with excitement, but she started once more too aroused to help herself. What finally convinced Emily that it was not Mickey who was making love to her was the totally unexpected but unmistakable feeling of someone's thick long hair settling heavily upon her belly and upper thighs. The person's upper arms pressed down against her thighs helping to pin her to the bed and effectively stop her excitable writhing, the person was clearly far too light to be Mickey. For the first time in her life Emily's sex drive was completely out of control and she was past caring who was making love to her. She whimpered as she felt hot breath being deliberately blown through her blonde pubic hair, by now she was too intensely aroused and excited by her situation to care whom it was anyway. The sensation that followed was incredible; Emily immediately stopped struggling beneath the person and froze for a moment as she felt what she instinctively knew would be the unknown person's tongue commence work upon her pussy. Leisurely it began to trace the slippery contours of aroused distended sensitive flesh that was her pussy-lips. She wailed softly at the delicious sensations that rippled through her then cried out uncontrollably with pleasure as the tongue sank a little deeper into her slit on each successive leisurely pass. Her unknown lover's tongue was being employed very skilfully and would start its slow journey circling slowly on the sensitive area between her eager pussy and her anus. As the firm slippery tongue rose it leisurely explored the folds of her swollen labia until it paused to search out then briefly assault her tender clitoris lightly for a moment before making the return trip ploughing deep into her sucking wetness as it went. Aroused beyond comprehension she strained against her bonds in a futile attempt to increase the contact between her pussy and her tormentor's mouth as little by little she was agonisingly slowly brought to the verge of orgasm. Whoever was manipulating her certainly knew their business for after slowly raising then keeping her at the very brink of ecstasy for agonising moments they would pull away repeatedly. Each time they did so they would then leave her overexcited pussy untouched for what seemed an eternity, writhing in vain a helpless Emily could only moan and plead pathetically whilst the intensity of her arousal waned before they started the procedure once more. After the fifth time Emily was frantic, her sweat soaked back stuck to her crumpled clothing and bedding as she writhed recovering from the agony of her denied orgasm. "Ohh! Mickey please let me come!" she whined, "Please Ohh please!" "Soon, do not fret my dear," Mickey's voice came from somewhere to the left confirming her suspicions "try and bear it and indulge me a little more first please." "I can't take much more Mickey!" she cried feeling the tongue start it's magical work on her again. "Quiet!" Mickey's voice came from somewhere closer, it was directly over her, he sounded a little irritated. "Mickey... Ohh, Mickey Ohh.... Ohh..." She wailed as she was once more brought close to the brink of orgasm. The Turning of Emily Ch. 01 "Shut up Emily or I'll be forced to shut you up!" there was menace in his tone. "Mickey why are you..." she gasped "Don't say I didn't warn you!" "Please Mickey," Emily cried out "you're scaring me, please set me free now!" There was no reply to her alarmed plea; instead as she opened her mouth wide to gasp as her tender throbbing clitoris was wonderfully assaulted again a ball of fabric was shoved roughly into it. Before Emily could react Mickey had wrapped and secured something around her face to prevent her pushing the makeshift gag out of her mouth. As her saliva moistened the ball of material in her mouth Emily recognised the taste of her own perfume and knew straight away that she had been gagged with her own discarded knickers. She was scared now, really scared, things were truly out of hand but in some sick depraved way it excited her bringing her to new heights of passion she had never imagined possible. She sucked hot air in through her nostrils finding the restriction strangely arousing. Totally unprepared for what came next Emily felt her unseen lover's hands slide up her body towards her breasts. After briefly thumbing her already stiff teats they gripped around the globes and squeezed them firmly. She lurched in shocked reaction as something incredibly cold and metallic was rubbed over her already jutting stiff teats. Instinctively Emily pushed her torso upward to increase the contact only to be rewarded with unexpected pain as Mickey simultaneously clamped both her nipples. To Emily the resulting pain was sharp and intense, behind the gag she squealed, her cries of discomfort were effectively smothered and her futile struggles only caused whatever was fastened to her nipples to bounce about enflaming the discomfort and aggravating the pain that throbbed in her tortured nipples as the clamps bit tighter. She lay there alone, her unknown lover had pulled away at least and she could hear Mickey laughing boyishly some distance away. Someone tugged briefly but viciously upon the clamps and arching her back she screamed in agony although hardly a sound escaped around the gag. Mickey must have sensed this in her, feeling dizzy with excitement and lack of oxygen she was shocked to find how much this was turning her on. For years this unrealised sick perversion must have lain dormant within her, now thanks to sick Mickey it had been freed to play havoc with her respectable lifestyle. It disgusted her to think how exciting this perverse treatment seemed, disgusted but aroused her so much. "Emily poor Emily do you still want to come so badly?" his voice was mocking. "Hmm... Mmmm..." she nodded her agreement furiously excited beyond reason. "But you must pay for your pleasure," he laughed wickedly, "A little pain shall be inflicted upon you for pleasure, do you understand?" "Hmm... Mmmm..." she once more nodded that she understood, she was desperate to come. All right Emily, if you really can't wait," matter of factly he directed the unknown person "Ok let the bitch come darling, but take it slowly!" For the final time hopefully Emily felt the bed shift and the diligent mouth set to work on her pussy. What she hadn't expected was the sudden sting as Mickey landed a blow with his belt or something similar across her midriff. He struck again and again as her unknown lover unhurriedly teased Emily towards climax once more. The pain fuelled her perverse desire and behind the gag she wailed, screamed and swore as she fought for every painful ecstatic breath of overheated air. Now on the brink of ecstasy she half expected to be wickedly denied that which she most desired and readied herself for disappointment. This was going to be it she realised excitedly as the firm tongue targeted her tender clitty for it's final onslaught and the belt struck across her clamped breasts. That was the trigger a moment later she was coming, her lungs burned, her heart hammered erratically as she fought for breath as her climax took hold. Thrashing against her bonds she screamed hopelessly behind the gag as wave after wave of intense pleasure swept through her tortured body. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined the intensity of the climax that gripped her whole body now. Mickey still lashed her but she was unaware almost as she was engulfed in ecstasy. It seemed to last for many minutes and it was quite some time before she even began to regain her composure, gradually the spreading ripples of exquisite pleasure gently faded to be replaced by a wonderful fatigue that made her limbs as heavy as lead. The experience had exhausted her and she lay numbly gasping for air only half aware of her surroundings as her gag was removed. Her jaw ached and the overwhelming tiredness threatened to engulf her as she heard Mickey talking to her. "Didn't you enjoy that, it was better than you could have imagined wasn't it?" "Mmm..." Emily was too tired and satisfied to speak. "At least say thank you to Angie for all her effort!" "Thank you," mumbled Emily dreamily. "Any time love!" came a thick feminine reply. Already tired beyond belief Emily's eyelids were closing even as she mumbled her thanks to the still unseen woman; even before she had been unshackled the poor girl was fast asleep. Her sleep was deep and sound, undisturbed she slept until mid afternoon before finally waking. Alone in the room she ran a bath and examined the bruises and weals that marked her pale flesh. Her wrists and ankles were swollen and contused where the cuffs had dug in and her belly was streaked with ugly weals. In the Bath Emily tried to soak away the pain in her tortured limbs with a long soak. Whilst bathing she thought deeply about the events of the last few weeks and made some heart rending decisions. Things between her and Mickey were becoming far too insanely convoluted, she believed they had already gone too far; a fresh break would help sort her out. Now though other things tormented her, things like just why she had enjoyed being abused by another woman so much and why being tied up and physically hurt thrilled her so, these thoughts would haunt her for weeks to come. Within the week Mickey was history and she had torn up the note he had given her from Angie without even opening it although she had wanted to read it. I suppose I'll never know if it was an invite to a lesbian lovemaking session she found herself thinking on more than a few occasions before correcting herself. Little did she realise just what a dramatic effect all this would have on her in the near future! A week later she was meeting Monica, an old school friend for lunch and accepting the strangest business card she would ever see from her. The Turning of Emily Ch. 02 THE TURNING OF EMILY: PART 2 BOUND TO PLEASE After paying the cab driver Emily turned to look up at the rundown tenement block that loomed imposingly above her in the yellow streetlights. Swallowing hard to dispel her growing apprehension she realised it was too late to change her mind anyway as the cab sped away. Remembering her instructions Emily tottered towards the building on her six-inch heels fishing in the pocket of her heavy long coat she withdrew a small crimson suede purse. From the purse she selected the key with the green fob and climbing the wide steps she anxiously approached the door. Drawing a deep breath she inserted the key, it turned and the door swung open on well-oiled hinges. Once inside the dimly lit hallway she nervously closed the main door behind her, the air was clean and fresh with a sharp unusual tang to it. Once she got her bearings Emily recalled her instructions, she began to climb the stairs exchanging the green fobbed key for the only other in the purse, a bright red fobbed one. At each landing she checked the different coloured apartment doors to find one that matched the colour of the key fob. Her quest took her up to the fifth and final floor, here there was only one door, and it was painted scarlet. Emily checked the fob against the door, a definite match. Having plenty time before her appointment she stopped to get her breath nervously gripping the key tightly in her well manicured fingers. Her mind took the chance to ponder what exactly had transpired to lead her to this place and the commitment she had chosen to make. One of those poor unfortunate women who never had to worry about money or any of the other worldly matters that plagued the less well off Emily had become bored with her opulent lifestyle. Married to a much older highly successful business orientated man who pampered her every whim she felt stifled and yearned for change. Following a strange development in a torrid affair she was having with a manipulative lover involving light bondage and a third female party she had discovered another wilder exciting but frighteningly disturbing side to her psyche. A few days later a casual comment Emily made while at lunch with Monica who was an old school girlfriend she had been quite intimate with when younger brought her here this evening. Monica had given her the chance to spice up her life a little without her husband knowing, she had given her an introductory card to "The Circle" The card had laid in her purse for several days before Emily finally called the number printed on it, after the brief call she did as asked and sent her details and several photos to a PO box number and awaited the reply. It only took three days, returning from a shopping spree she found an unstamped crimson envelope in her mailbox, it had been hand delivered. Instinctively she knew who it was from, she dumped her bags and took the envelope into the lounge where she sat holding it for some time before finally opening it. Inside was a single small square of vellum edged in gold, on it was written a short note, basically it said someone would call to see her if she was still interested, she was given a mobile phone number to call. She resisted calling until the next morning when the temptation became unbearable, her fingers trembled as she punched in the numbers. "The Circle," came a prompt reply after only one ring, "my name is Mao Lin, how may I help you?" "Err, hello," Emily stammered, "My name is Emily, I wish to..." "Ahh, Emily say no more, I've been awaiting your call," came the pleasant well-spoken oriental voice over the phone. "Yes I wanted to ring yesterday but felt a little apprehensive." "That's Okay Emily," the woman sounded very reassuring, "these things shouldn't be entered into lightly. Now my dear would you like me to call around to assess your needs?" "What?" Emily was shocked, "you would come here?" "Don't worry this is only a one on one chat to identify your needs," soothed Mao, "to eliminate any mistakes or warn you of any pitfalls; you may rest assured it will be done with the utmost confidence." "No don't get me wrong, I don't object I'm a novice at this kind of thing!" she cried. "It's not a problem Emily," reassured Mao, "we can make other arrangements." "No, here is fine, honestly," replied Emily, "when?" The woman had shown up dead on time, true to her word she made everything to easy and pleasant. She was so expert at dealing with clients Emily was readily convinced and lured easily into the trap. She answered truthfully all Mao Lin's questions and related quite readily about her recent experiences with Mickey and his whore as she now called her. Mao Lin had listened interestedly taking notes on her laptop as Emily talked. When asked what exactly she was looking for Emily laughed nervously and blushing admitted she wasn't really sure. Smiling reassuringly Mao Lin had told her she was sure they could put together a little something for her and asked her to choose a tutor from a selection on her laptop. Even as the laptop was passed to her one caught her eye immediately, a fiery attractive redhead called Gwendolyn. Mao Lin expressed some concern saying Gwen may be a bit too much for a new girl like herself but Emily insisted and Mao Lin said all right but she had been warned. She was asked as seeing as she was not sure what she required would she mind any surprises or instructive additions, She agreed despite being unsure what the woman meant. In moments Mao Lin had her credit card details Emily was a little taken aback by the cost but the woman had assured her it would be worth every penny. When they came the instructions were quite specific even down to telling her what to wear and where to buy it, they came with disclaimers and other legal bumf that she had to sign and return. Given the choice of three dates Emily chose one that fell coincided with the start of one of her husband's business trips. Tonight she was stepping into unexplored territory and was apprehensive but determined to go ahead, she moved to stand before the door. Her hand shook as she inserted the key into the lock, frantic butterflies of excitement whirled in her belly as she turned it and the door swung open. Leaving the key in the lock as instructed she stepped into the apartment searching for the light switch The apartment was in darkness beyond the weak glow of the hallway light and she did not want to close the door till she could see. Finding the switch some distance from the door she flicked the lights on before closing the door and tentatively began exploring the apartment, apart from the bathroom all bar one of the doors were locked. Emily entered the softly lit room and looked about her. Her pulse quickened when she saw the two glittering chromed chains hanging down about three feet apart in the middle of the room, on each of the chains hung a weighty bag. She followed their length; they ran up through pulleys that were bolted to the high ceiling then down to two large hooks secured on the purple over black rag painted wall close to the doorway of the room. Here and there on the ceiling were dotted unlit spotlights though she searched she could not locate a switch anywhere in the room. The furnishings in the room were quite sparse really. Against the wall with the door in that she had entered by stood a black wrought metal framed couch affair with dark brown velour upholstery on which lay two imitation leopard skin and black velvet cushions. A single chair stood nearby, it looked to be cast from aluminium, it had no cushioning and the seat was covered in black vinyl. An age worn tall thin dark wood cupboard stood alone in the far corner and huge full-length black velvet curtains covered the full length of the other three walls apart from a gap of four feet in the centre of the opposite wall. Through this gap Emily could see herself clearly in a full-length mirror. The floor was highly polished dark wood over which a crimson and cream patterned carpet was laid, this too had seen better days. Being naturally inquisitive she had to go over and try the cupboard door; it was of course locked. She looked around again; on the couch half hidden amongst the cushions lay a large leather briefcase, she moved over to examine it. She noticed on top of the briefcase lay a glossy black A3 card. On the card in inch high gold hand written letters it said, "Welcome Emily. Remove your coat then please turn over the card." Emily began undoing her long coat; beneath the coat she wore only a leather brassiere and the briefest leather thong as she had been instructed. All though she was alone she felt very self-conscious dressed so provocatively. Avoiding looking at herself in the mirror she turned to examine the case after casting her coat to the floor beside the couch. It was quite cold in the room and Emily shivered as she turned the card over and started to read the next message "Open the case and please put on the contents as instructed, each item is marked alphabetically as to where and how it should be worn." Despite the chilly air her palms were sweating as she unfastened the clasps and looked into the case. Inside lay three sets of cuffs and a collar made from thick black leather, a little note on each bearing an A, B, C and D respectively and precise details of how each was to be worn down to where the buckles should be, several chains of varying lengths, a dog leash and a small pile of unfastened padlocks. "Oh my god Emily what are we getting ourselves into?" she whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath to bolster her courage she picked up the first pair of cuffs that were in fact upper arm straps and was amazed at their weight. They were substantial, made of leather and had large chrome buckles and D rings riveted onto them, on one ring hung the kind of spring-loaded catch commonly seen on dog leashes. After reading the note she replaced them, the note had said plainly "for later use". Her hand shook as she reached into the case for the next pair. These were wrist cuffs and had the same D rings but had a catch on each ring but they fastened with padlocks of which five lay in the case but there were no keys. Deciding she was too deep in to go back now anyway Emily slipped each of the cuffs about her slender wrists in turn and snapped a padlock shut on each. Now she took up the collar and leash and after clipping them together secured the collar snugly around her throat beneath her long blonde hair with another padlock. Finally she took up the ankle cuffs and secured them about her slender ankles with the final two padlocks clipping a nine-inch chain between them as instructed then she waited anxiously excited. Unknown to her, in the next-door apartment a very select audience watched her through the open curtains as she nervously readied herself. Courtesy of the panoramic view the massive one-way mirrors would give them once the curtains opened and the fact this room was built around three sides of the room where Emily waited would afford the audience quite an impressive display. The entrance to this apartment was actually on the landing below so as not to alert the circle's clientele. "She is very agreeable isn't she?" the black haired woman smiled at the redhead. "Yes mistress," the redhead purred, "I'm really going to enjoy this, unless that is you would like to take her yourself first Mistress?" "Oh no, no, Gwendolyn, she requested you," her almond shaped green eyes glittered maliciously, "perhaps I may indulge myself a little later if your performance is inspiring." "I will do my utmost to please you Mistress." "I know," Raven smiled affectionately at the redhead "lets not keep our guest waiting!" "Of course Mistress." Gwendolyn moved around the C shaped room making sure everything was in order for her mistress. She fussed over the three large leather couches that were placed at advantage behind each viewing pane, plumping the cushions and smoothing the leather before finally feeling satisfied with the arrangements. Finally she checked there was tape in all the recorder units and that both them and their respective cameras were working before turning finally to face the other woman. "Everything is ready mistress." "Excellent," the other replied, "now go, do your best." Knowing she must not move from where the card told her to stand, Emily's knees trembled as she heard the key she had left there turn in the outer door, then in turn heard the door open and close. A pair of high heels clicked down the uncarpeted hall in precise time with her heartbeat and she stared mesmerised at the room's open door eager to see who was coming. A tall pretty redhead whose picture had not done her justice entered, attired in a black leather raincoat she stared in a most authoritative manner straight at Emily. It was amazing how the look affected her immediately she felt low and subservient to the woman as she was meant to. Without speaking the woman strode over, staring directly at her she circled Emily twice finally stopping behind her out of sight. Emily found this quite unnerving, though very fearful Emily held her ground and stood very still in absolute silence knowing somehow the woman was staring at her. Her heart raced as her arms were gripped forcefully but she did not resist as the woman drew her arms behind her. Emily heard the catches click on the cuffs as the woman secured her arms behind her and trembled in mixed fear and excitement. She stood trembling staring straight ahead, through her peripheral vision she saw the woman as she moved to stand before her. "You must be Emily?" the redhead purred holding her finger to her lips to indicate that Emily should not reply "I'm Gwendolyn but you will address me as Mistress Gwendolyn or Mistress but only when I allow it, is that clear Emily?" "Yes Mistress Gwendolyn it is." "Good we seem to be off to a good start at least, you really are very nice Emily I'm sure we're both going to benefit from this session, aren't we?" "I hope so Mistress." Emily was careful to answer the girl precisely and courteously. "Good Emily, well done!" there was no warmth in the woman's smile "now down to business I think." The red head reached into her pocket with her leather clad hand and brought out a small key, holding it close to Emily's face she smiled as she moved it to touch Emily's lips. "Hold this for me while I take my coat off." Emily carefully took the key in her teeth and watched Gwendolyn intently as the redhead removed her coat. Beneath it she wore a leather quarter cup bra that was already pulled down to expose her breasts, a short elasticated skirt beneath the hem of which peeked stockings and suspenders. On her arms Gwendolyn wore tight black leather gloves that reached up past her elbows, her feet were adorned with patent leather shoes with spiked metal heels. All of the aforementioned were coloured black of course; she really was quite a stunning woman. Standing before Emily she allowed the blonde to admire her for a while before reaching for the key, which Emily surrendered to her instantly. Turning away the redhead scooped up both their coats and stalked over to the tall cupboard and opened it. She hung their coats over the edge of the door and rummaged inside the cupboard. As Gwendolyn returned she was grinning evilly in her hands she carried bundle of paraphernalia amongst which Emily spotted a riding crop and long thin whip. Emily couldn't repress the squeak of fear at the sight of the whips and stared at Gwendolyn for reassurance. Tossing the whip and crop on the couch and the rest on the chair the redhead smiled evilly as she approached Emily, pressing herself against the trembling blonde she caressed her buttock. "My, my, my, you're shaking.... Are you scared slut?" Gwendolyn purred icily. "Yes mistress." Even Emily's voice shook. "I'll only use them if you displease me, is that clear but believe me slut I enjoy using them and will if I have too!" she pouted "Is that very clear, slut?" "Of course Mistress Gwendolyn." "Oh Emily I'm so aroused thinking of what I'm going to do to you my panties are already quite wet" whispered Gwendolyn, "if your good I'll let you lick my pussy later, now down to business." Dry mouthed Emily watched the redhead strut over to where the chains were secured and unhooked them both; she smiled coolly at her as released them. Emily heard the chains rattle through the pulleys above her and jumped as the bags thumped on the floor behind her. She did not dare to turn round to look as the redhead passed her but heard Gwendolyn unhooking the bags then the chains rattled as she felt them being clipped to her wrist cuffs. Emily felt Gwendolyn undo the clasps that locked her cuffs together but made no attempt to move, the thought of what the woman could do with those whips was enough to prevent her struggling. Her brain a mass of confused emotions Emily stared ahead terrified to even move her eyes as the redhead moved menacingly around her trembling form. Just on the edge of her sight Emily could see Gwendolyn saunter leisurely toward the hooks. On the way she stooped to gather the loose ends of the chains and began to draw them through the pulleys, this in turn pulled Emily's arms up; now there was most definitely no escape. In no time Emily's arms were drawn quite taut above her head, looking up she saw the chains were crossed above her. As the chains were pulled tighter Emily was forced to turn which was very difficult, she teetered on her heels, both her movement and balance were hampered by the short chain that stretched between her ankles. The redhead had moved and now stood behind her somewhere out of sight and spoke quietly. "Not to uncomfortable is it?" "No Mistress." Emily remembered her orders. "Pity!" "Pardon Mistress?" Emily wished she had stayed silent. "I said it's a pity you're a new girl otherwise I'd probably be allowed to string you up properly!" "Oh, thank you Mistress!" "Would you like me to string you up Emily?" "No mistress, thank you!" "Pity!" Gwendolyn sounded slightly disappointed, "my word it seems a little dark in here!" Suddenly several spotlights burst into life, they were focused on or around on Emily she was bathed in their warm glow. There was an audible click then the sound of electric motors running, the curtains drew back to reveal the full length mirrors that stretched the length of all three walls. At the sight of herself suspended helplessly so in each mirror Emily gasped in shock. She watched as the redhead took their coats and the case and left the room. Moments later she returned, Emily's heart sank as in the mirrors she watched the redhead cross to the chair and pick up something then to the couch and pick up the long thin whip. Gwendolyn came close, Emily watched frightened but enthralled by the redhead as the woman placed the whip tip down on the floor and leant the handgrip against her own hip. It was then that Emily saw what else Gwendolyn had picked up; it was a length of fine chain with a clamp type arrangement on each end. She watched Gwendolyn tease one of her own nipples to full erection then she attached the clamp to it flinching for effect as she did so, she repeated her actions on her other teat reacting to the pain with a brief yelp for Emily's benefit. She stood inches from Emily and took hold of the leash with her free hand yanking it meaningfully before speaking to the terrified Emily. "A little pain helps me focus myself!" she explained to the astounded blonde, "Are you scared yet?" "Yes... er, Mistress." She remembered at the last moment to address the woman correctly. "Good now lets get a few things straight you spoilt rich bitch!" Emily could feel the loathing that grew in her tormentor's voice, "First point. I really detest stuck up rich fucking slags like you and your kind... Second point. I really do take pleasure in inflicting pain on people, above all on well-heeled slags like you! Third point. I told you a lie about my friends here..." she glanced meaningfully down at the whip. "Fourth point... As you can see there are no windows in here, the apartments below are both empty and owned by members of The Circle so if you scream it wont matter one iota! Do you understand?" The Turning of Emily Ch. 02 "Yes Mistress," her throat tightened as she spoke turning her voice into a terrified squeak. Gwendolyn took hold of the leash in her leather-gloved hand close to the collar and slipped her finger into the ring; menacingly she drew Emily close to her. Emily tried to shrink back amazed at the intensity of the excitement and anger that showed in the redhead's face but was held firm by the domineering woman. She couldn't look the woman in the eyes for more than a few seconds so closed her eyes. "Are you going to be a good girl Emily or will I have to punish you?" "I'll be good Mistress Gwendolyn!" she whimpered. "This is your first time, is it not"? "Yes Mistress." "Do you want me to whip you Emily?" "No thank you Mistress." "Have you ever been whipped before? You slut!" "No I haven't Mistress," she whispered sensing correctly that she was being carefully steered through the conversation. "So then my little whore how do you know you wouldn't enjoy it?" The hate in the redheads green eyes danced as she carried on "Lots of you upper-class mares love nothing more, I should know as I cater for a lot of their pathetic needs!" "I don't think I would like a beating Mistress!" Emily fought back her tears as she saw sudden anger flare up in the woman's stare. "You don't think you would enjoy it whore!" The Mistress yelled, "You do not think slut you do as I say; I'm the one who thinks! Alright!" "Yes Mistress Gwendolyn." Gasped Emily, despite or perhaps because of her fear she was growing increasingly aroused. Pointedly Gwendolyn let her hand slip back along the leash, as she did so she stared menacingly into her victim's fearful eyes. Stepping back a pace she watched amused as Emily kept glancing worriedly down at the long whip in her right hand. Emily knew of course that it was all part of the redheaded bitch's plan to draw out and enflame her fear and terror and it was working perfectly. Gwendolyn tormentor waited a full two minutes before she pointedly swapped the whip and leash between hands. To ensure Emily took note she did so up high before the blonde's startled amber eyes, as usual it was very effective. "I'm a much better shot with my left hand," As if she had cracked some big joke she laughed loudly as she turned to the side holding the leash high and began lightly striking the tip of the whip repeatedly against Emily's crotch pointedly. As she was being touched up by the whip Emily strained against the chains to back away but Gwendolyn held her firmly by the leash. "We stray too far my little whore, Lets return to the crux of the matter," she paused for a moment for effect "We do not yet know if you would enjoy a beating do we my pretty little slut. So how do we find out, let me think!" "Yes Mistress" already Emily had realised she was going to get punished whatever. "I propose that I whip you lightly perhaps to see if you appreciate it, do you agree?" it was the catch 22 question, if she agreed she got whipped, if she disagreed she would most likely get whipped harder as punishment for dissent. "No Mistress I would not like to be whipped at all!" At first The Mistresses reaction was something of an anticlimax, which threw Emily completely, rolling her eyes Mistress Gwendolyn dropped the leash as if in distaste and threw the whip onto the couch. She undid the nipple-clamps and cast them aside then turned away and began walking in small circles as if pondering something important before returning to gaze into Emily's confused eyes. "Turn away from me while I think!" she barked and Emily obeyed teetering around as best she could to face the other way Imagining the worst was over Emily allowed herself to relax and the first hard blow across her buttocks caught her unaware. She shrieked in unwelcome surprise and pain turning just in time to see the second hard blow land across her left cheek with a resounding slap. As the riding crop was wielded again and again against her tender flesh she screamed in anguish and struggled attempting to lessen the effectiveness of the blows as best as her restrictive bonds would allow. The tirade of blows rained over both her buttocks viscously for several minutes before Mistress Gwendolyn had seemingly vented her anger. Her tormentor made a point of leaving her to cry and suffer the smarting aftermath for a few minutes more before deciding to speak. Panting and reddened from her exertions Emily's torturer took the chance to catch her breath whilst her victim's tears receded. "That was not the required answer as you may of realised," she moved in close before continuing "think carefully before you answer the next question you slut. Did you enjoy your punishment?" "Yes Mistress Gwendolyn." "Good that means we can move along to another topic." Emily flinched as the Mistress reached up to unclip her leash; it caused Gwendolyn to smile. Relief flooded over Emily as she watched the redhead move over to the hooks once more unless she was going to hoist her off her feet she was going to free her. As she had hoped Gwendolyn unhooked the chains and Emily's arms fell heavily to her sides. Thinking that it may be all over Emily sighed forgetting to mask her joy. She heard Gwendolyn laugh as she returned to sweep behind her. Before undoing the chains Gwendolyn resecured Emily's wrist restraints still chuckling privately to herself. With her hands resting against the heated flesh of her recently flogged backside Emily was increasingly aware of the smarting warmth her punishment had caused and admitted to herself that she had found it rather stimulating. Unfortunately for Emily she believed the woman had undone both the chains, she was very wrong. Gwendolyn strode over to the hooks once more and hauled the first chain up then secured it, she then took hold of the second chain. As the chain was pulled Emily felt her wrists being pulled up which in turn made her bend forward to ease the discomfort in her shoulders and she nearly overbalanced. To counteract this she had to thrust her backside out to keep her balance on her high-heeled sandals. Soon she was teetering with her arms pulled up almost vertical above her shoulders and she watched the redhead through her cascading blonde hair. It was very difficult keeping herself steady and her shoulders wrenched painfully each time she wobbled. Her eyes widened with terror as Gwendolyn advanced with the long whip and Emily couldn't stop herself. "No!" she cried out in alarm. Her heart pounded as she watched the evil creature experimentally wielded the long thin lash behind her, she cried out over and over to no avail. This was it; she could not watch but almost in slow motion she heard sound of the whip cutting through the air in the otherwise silent room and screamed. Clamping her eyes tight shut she tried to gather her composure and readied herself for the assault. It never came, without her realising the woman had cast the whip aside. Instead Emily felt the much less painful caress of a leather strap across her buttocks. It was far more bearable than the riding crop she had just been thrashed with and the flogging lasted for only a few minutes. "I think that is enough for the moment, do you agree?" Emily nodded her approval heartily. "Now I'm going to allow you a little pleasure!" the woman stood and moved around to stand beside Emily's hip then began caressing her careful to avoid her tender buttocks. "But Mistress are you not going to untie me first?" Emily whimpered, "I'm in pain like this!" "Oh poor Emily have you not yet learnt the fine borders between pain and pleasure quite fully have you?" A black leather clad glove cupped her hanging breast softly squeezing the fleshy globe through her bra. Emily gasped as the fingers moved to crush her hard aching nipple. Her breasts were eased from the restrictive leather cups and mauled quite viciously. Now the woman's other hand reached between her thighs and began roughly rubbing her aching pussy through the saturated leather of her thong, Emily shuddered and wobbled unsteadily on her high heels as the caress increased in pressure. Gwendolyn teased her like this for ages then stopped when she sensed her victim was growing too excited. Then she was gone for a moment, when she returned she placed something heavy on Emily's back. From the noise of the buckles being undone Emily was quite prepared for it as she felt Gwendolyn wrap and secure the restraint around her upper arm. The weight was lifted from her back and her other arm was similarly treated. Emily shrieked in pain as her arms were forced together whilst the restraints were linked. Once more the woman moved away but to Emily's relief she released the chain that held her in such an uncomfortable position. Emily would have loved to fall to her knees but dare not instead she allowed her arms to relax behind her as best as the restraints allowed. Anxiously she watched her tormentor move to the chair and returned carrying a length of leather thong with a ball in the middle of it, it was a gag. "Oh my pretty you didn't think we'd finished did you, Oh you silly slut!" "But Mistress.." "Ahh, Ahh oh no the night is still so young and I've got lots of ideas to try out on you my gorgeous piece of upper-class baggage." "Yes Mistress, whatever you wish." "Now open wide!" Gwendolyn popped the ball into her mouth; it tasted of rubber, the thong bit into her cheeks as it was tightened. In moments the gag was secure and she was forced to breath through her nose. "Do you know just how much I'm enjoying this?" Emily shook her head fearfully as the woman moved up to press herself against her arms. Emily felt the soft swell of her oppressors breasts crush against her restrained arms as the woman licked the sheen of sweat from Emily's cheek. At the same time she nipped Emily's nipple hard making her wince. "I've got just the thing for those," she turned and strode away and Emily glanced down at her own hard nipples wondering what was going to happen now. "This won't hurt... too much!" she said as she returned carrying the short length of silver chain in her hand that Emily recognised immediately. Though she was terrified Emily watched fascinated as the redhead teased and tweaked one of her nipples to full erection before slipping the nipple-clamp on to the tender stub of flesh, the resulting stinging pinch making her wince though she dare not protest. Soon Gwendolyn had similarly secured the other clamp on her other nipple; as time past the pain intensified then steadied, strangely once again Emily found it most enjoyable. As if to reward her for not resisting Gwendolyn removed her gag; she wiggled her jaw to ease her muscles whilst Gwendolyn was distractedly throwing the gag aside. "Isn't that nice Emily?" "Yes actually Mistress." "If you misbehave I will pull this chain and I assure you the sensation will be far from pleasant," the woman made herself perfectly clear "Let's proceed." As if to afford her a little warning Mistress Gwendolyn tugged lightly on the chain making her flinch. The woman rubbed herself against Emily; her skin was a lot paler than her own solarium induced all over tan. Emily gasped enjoying the hot touch of the other woman's skin against her own. Slowly Gwendolyn circled her brushing up against her frequently until at last they were face to face once again. Gwendolyn's leather clad hand began to caress her body quite gently gliding over her firm tanned flesh until it came to rest at last over the brief leather triangle of soft leather that just covered her pussy. Emily felt the woman's long fingers thrusting against her swollen flesh through the leather and whimpered pathetically in response. "Would you like an orgasm slut?" sneered her tormentor "Well not yet at least!" the redhead withdrew her hand. "You know I think we do not need these!" suggested the redhead removing the clamps from Emily's nipples "The thought of a good whipping will keep you in line I'm sure." "Of course mistress." "Right Emily I've got a little task for you but first I need to.." in mid statement she sank to her knees "make a few adjustments." Her hands were upon Emily's ankles in a flash and had unclipped the chain between her ankle restraints. Reaching up she effortlessly pulled the blondes saturated thong down her bare legs. Once the garment was past the restraints Gwendolyn reconnected the chain before the girl could respond. "On your knees bitch!" barked the redhead as she stood up.