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Mistress Barbara Ch. 01

By: Barbara



Follows 'Addicted To Attention', My Earlier Series.

Authors Note:

Any readers that enjoyed Addicted to Attention please note that this new series actually follows on. If you didn't read AA then I suggest that you read the previous twelve chapters. Thank you to all the readers that commented via Email and, all those that voted, a special thank you from me. Without those votes I would have been discouraged and despondent. I hope you all enjoy the next section. 15 chapters. One every day. Remember voting is like lotion to my weary fingers.

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We awoke the next morning to a beautiful day, the events of the previous evening night still fresh in my mind. Ken's rump was still glowing from his trashing with the flail. His was skin unmarked, his penis hidden in the lower cheeks of Cats beautiful bottom. Ready for action at all times, our Ken. Des was stirring on his back shifting around to the edge of the bed and turning to reveal an equally reddened bottom. I smiled as I looked in the mirror to see my skin, flawless front and rear, but my back was still stiff from laying backward over that barrel at the Club last night. 

Cathy had massaged me all over before I went to sleep, with soothing scented oil. I had been too tired to indulge in sex play, as I was so exhausted from the countless orgasms at the club. I was still proud of myself for blindly obeying Kent, confident in his experience to allow myself to enjoy this highly unusual experience. I would trust no one else. I only wish that I could have seen the lady that fisted me so skillfully. I promised myself not to ask Kent, but this morning I was more curious than ever. Cat awoke next, fortunately, so I was able to quiz her for more information. 

"What was it like Barb?" She asked breathlessly. "I mean-- her whole hand inside you like that."

She assured me that it was neither Monique, Margaret nor herself as she had been fully occupied with them and our men at the time. It hadn't been until much later that she had been ordered into the room with Monique and some other men that she hadn't recognised. 

"Pure ecstasy, sweetheart." Rolling my eyes skyward and gently squeezing her hand. "Especially with a strange penis in my bottom at the same time." I giggled softly.

"Kent and Rick put us under Margaret's control and left the room for an hour or so." She paused. "Ken and Des were with us the whole time." She laughed. "It certainly wasn't them!" 

We didn't speak of it again, as Des and Ken woke up and went for a shower. I knew that they would be able to shed no light on it either. 

I put it out of my mind as we went about our normal every day things and swam or rode on the lake until lunchtime. I normally hate any unsolved mysteries and all morning, I thought; 

"How would Kent be so confident that the people entering my body so intimately would be guaranteed to be clean?" I knew all his friends and acquaintances and no lady, other than Margaret, had such tiny hands. Margaret had longer fingernails though. "Who could the men be?" I knew Kent too well, remembering the buyer of his boutique and the way Kent had insisted on the wearing of latex gloves prior to allowing him to penetrate me with his fingers.

I was sorely tempted to call in and ask Kent outright. My respect for Kent won out in the end and I drove past the turn off to his home, getting more curious than ever. You can't just approach someone and ask; "Excuse me, did you screw me last night?" I chuckled at the thought. 

I put the thoughts out of my mind for a while as it was Friday and I had to make arrangements for the weekend shows. I had decided on a naked mile walking event for my first anniversary, finishing at Lakeside. This event had been widely advertised and we were expecting a huge influx of tourists. It was a first for the town, and I had done some slick talking in order to get permission. 

The business people saw the potential and convinced the authorities to allow it on a trial basis. I now had wide support, among the good people of Maple Lake, who recognised that my ideas and investments had brokered a booming local economy. It had helped enormously that house values were rising and before starting on any new enterprise, I carefully made sure that I didn't step on any existing business in the town. I was becoming the darling of the business community. 

On a whim, I went next door to see if Melissa would be entering the Naked Mile event.

"Absolutely!" The girls enthused, when I asked. The shop was picking up well now and was much busier than before. Normally the girls were pleased to see me and chatted to me for a while but today I felt an distinct atmosphere of nervousness. It started me thinking and I glanced at Melissa's hands. She was petite, like Darlene, very attractive with a lovely figure and now that I noticed, really tiny hands. Her fingernails were well manicured but much too long. 

I went out back where Darlene was altering a dress and spoke to her. The first thing I noticed was her short clipped fingernails and tiny hands. 

"Eureka!" I exclaimed, excitedly. "Did you go out last night by any chance, Darlene my sweet?" I asked her with a wry smile on my face. She turned bright red and nervously stammered. 

"Why do you ask Barbara?" 

It all became clear as crystal as I kissed her and smiled. 

"You really do have talented hands, my love. Not just for sewing either, I suspect."

At once they confessed and were their normal bubbly selves again. They told me that Kent had arranged for them all to go to Taylor's Ridge last night, after the limousine had gone. They had parked away from the Club car park as there was security preventing them from entry. They had been met by Rick, who blindfolded them and led them into the car park. Then they had been stripped and were escorted, naked and blindfolded, into the club and straight into a room. 

The blindfolds had been removed and they were instructed to wait. They were told not to speak but given explicit and exact instructions by ten other men in the room. They waited for me to be brought in. Immediately after they finished they were led back to the car park. 

Melissa spoke. 

"It was the most exciting thing that we've ever done. The room was packed and we had to walk through heaps of people. We could tell that people were watching us along the way. 

"Did any of them touch you?" I expressed my concern.

"No, the people that led us wouldn't let them. They only guided us and instructed us and they led us by the arms." She gushed. "Kent told us never to tell any of you guys what happened, or anybody else. He said that from now on we should only listen to you, nobody else, not even him. He told us never to take instructions from anyone at all except you." She blushed. "Are you mad with us, Barbara? Did we do right?"

"If I ever hear that you have done anything so stupid without telling me again, you will all regret it. You must never tell Kent or any of his friends or even my family what you have told me." I smiled at them. "Kent is my Master as well as my business partner, but you must only listen to me from now on! Can I trust you?" I asked.

"Oh Yes! Mistress." They both said, in unison. "We will all obey you from now on. All of us! He told us not to tell you though, about---you know what!" She hesitated.

"It'll be our little secret." I smiled and walked out, happier than ever. My family had grown and I would be a benevolent Mistress to our lovely young friends. Kent would never know that I knew who had penetrated me, so lovingly, last night. I was now a fully fledged Master! I would tell only the people that needed to know, when it suited me. For now, I would only tell Cat. She would be my protegèe, taking my place if necessary. She would understand.

The Naked Mile event was a huge success. There were well over one hundred naked bodies lined up at the start, many novices judging by the number of white flabby bottoms of both sexes. Surprisingly, a few spectators joined in along the way, all shapes and sizes. The press was there and even the T.V. cameras from the local district station.

The town was alive with tourists and I was interviewed, after donning my toga, for the local station as well as Nation Wide News. 

Maple Lake would never be a sleepy country town again. I stood there in my brief garment, immediately planning to produce my own label in a line of togas for the adventurous ladies world wide, being interviewed and congratulated on my daring event. The publicity would make Kent's Creations a fortune, not to mention Maple Lake and the business people of the town. It would definitely be an annual event, I told the camera, as well as other similar events that I planned to host at Maple Lake. When I was questioned further, I said there would be plenty of advance publicity beforehand and I would let the viewers know well ahead of time. There was a loud cheer in the surrounding crowd. 

The show I had planned for Saturday night was postponed as Lakeside was too full of patrons in various states of nudity enjoying the facilities. Our only problem was security, as people drank and made merry, but the men handled it well. Amazingly, the problems, as they were unfolding, were dealt with amicably and swiftly by our expanded family of young men, under Ken and Des's leadership. Lakeside made more money that night, attracting more publicity than it had in it's history. Gerald would retire within weeks. He was worn out and planned to go fishing. We hired a capable young manager for him to train. I was free to come and go as I wished.

I had walked the naked mile along with all my new expanded family, except Kent's family, enjoying all the attention and the freedom of actually walking totally naked through the main road of town. I had waved at the spectators along the way and even the most conservative residents had clapped and cheered me. Attitudes to mixed nudity were changing quite rapidly. I handled the publicity very well, Kent told me later, as we planned the new range of togas. They were to be niche marketed, bearing my label for distribution worldwide, selling rights to overseas manufacturers everywhere. 

The young girls would be kept busy modelling at Lakeside every day. Cat and I would only handle the BDSM gear from now on. We certainly didn't need to work but we were alway's excited to wear and show the apparel. One disgusting old pervert offered us a small fortune to service his needs at the luxurious motel that he was staying in. He was horrified to learn that we not only owned Lakeside but the Motel he stayed at as well. He never approached us again but bought even more stock than usual.

Kent bought the entire farm surrounding his new property, allowing construction of a private road access to his mansion on the lake. We both assisted Tony to expand his construction business, employing all the labour and supervisors that he needed to expedite the rapid development of Kent's magnificent new dwelling and surrounding grounds. Kent had insisted on demanding specifications for his new house, just over the lake from Rome, and no expense was spared. 

It was to be constructed with an even larger play room and gymnasium, than his city mansion, taking into account the expanded number of devotees that would one day enjoy the facilities within. We still visited Kent's family regularly but never invited the younger group to join us. I needed to be satisfied that they were going to please Kent with their total subservience, under my direction. 

It did please him enormously, that I never asked him the question that he must have known bedevilled me, after the night at Taylor's Ridge. On one night, as we were alone, he offered to tell me who he had allowed to invade my body that night. 

I smiled serenely at him.

"It really doesn't worry me Sir. You had your reasons and I would never question your judgement or refuse you in anything you believe necessary in my instruction. You must know that now."

If it were possible, he was even more tender and loving after that. I felt guilty for deceiving him that tiny bit but the special regard that he had for me meant that I could never tell him that I knew. My body was always his and I knew that his was mine. The mutual trust was, and would always be, complete and not compromised with doubt.

It was a perfect situation. Kent had his family, I had mine and Melissa looked after the younger group, taking instruction from me. She reported any potential infractions, {Not that there were any}, to me for my personal attention. I always felt closest to Melissa, ever since our first meeting at the lake a year ago. Under my direction, she and all the other girls had completely removed their body hair and never wore panties or thongs again, unless modelling them. 

The minor dissent during that instruction came from Sue who had really coarse pubic hair and although she had tried to remove it before, had always let it grow back. I advised her to use depilatory creme or electrolysis. I gave her a lecture on beauty and hygiene. 

"I believe that a woman's pubic area looks more sexual and inviting without any pubic hair. On the positive side, the vaginal lips become more sensitive to the touch during sex play. It is far more healthy to go without panties, allowing the air to dry any build up of moisture. Aesthetically, the vagina is more beautiful without body hair which hides the contours, masking the natural form of the pubic bone structure." I looked at her. "Well!" 

With all these good reasons outlined to her Sue complied without a murmur, apologising to me for being difficult.

The relationship with Melissa's family group, as I called them collectively, was largely unchanged in our social life. When Melissa was with Kent and I she called me Mistress, as they all did during sexual encounters. This honorary term appeared to satisfy all of us. 

I looked forward to the day when all seventeen of us could enjoy sexual recreation at Kent's new mansion together, under his overall direction as Grand Master. 

All the young friends were now involved at Maple Lake and living in the lakefront dwelling with Melissa. Caroline had stayed with Melissa ever since we had employed her to run the photographic studio. Sue and Jill were now fulltime modelling for Kent, calling in Caroline when needed. Greg was an electrician, now employed by Tony. Cameron formerly worked at as a landscape gardener and jumped at the chance to work for Tony as a labourer and later as Kent's handyman gardener at the mansion. Kent had offered him permanent work after Cameron had advised him on the layout of the grounds and Kent was impressed with his advice. Cameron, incidentally had been the smaller penis that invaded my bottom as Darlene pleasured my vagina. He was a tall wiry young man with skinny hips and torso but he was popular among the ladies with his artistic temperament and technique. Tony was the much larger penis that entered my vagina afterward. The little mysteries of that night had long since been resolved completely. 

None of Melissa's friends knew the other men in the room, but they had been the ones making the salacious crude comments about my sex organs. None of Melissa's group had spoken, as they knew I would recognise their voices and had previously been instructed not to say a word while they were giving me pleasure. The fisting had been Darlene's idea and I had since insisted on a replay of the entire episode with no gag or blindfold. Cat had been enthusiastic as she watched, taking my place when I was satisfied. Des and Ken had been at Lakeside at the time so the secret was safe. 

The long weekend was approaching and I looked forward to recreating the body jewellery contest, knowing the larger auditorium would be packed to capacity for the show. I hoped that all the original contestants would be there, especially the older lady who had spurred all of us to exhibit so daringly. This time I would make certain she won, if she came, as she helped me overcome my inhibitions that night more than she would ever know. I gave her credit for prompting me to exhibit so shamelessly, inadvertently helping me to fully understand my sexuality. I believe that every thrilling moment that I have experienced since is largely due to her influence. I didn't even ask her name, to my eternal regret. Neither Darlene nor Jill, also with me that night, could recall her name, but remembered her fondly. All the young friends now had at least one or more body piercing. We could almost put on a show on our own now. Success would be guaranteed and we had Rick to announce and organise. He wouldn't miss the prime photographic opportunities of such a contest. I would have him makeup the breasts and vulvas of the girls who wanted to be a little more daring.

Harold and Heather came to the event, prompting Darlene to get a bad case of nerves beforehand. She asked to be excused and sat with them at a table. She came into the dressing room, full of hopeful and nervous ladies just before the contest started, smiling broadly and begging me to let her exhibit. Heather and Harold had both insisted she exhibit with her friends if she wished. Apparently they had always known about her previous showing, giving her their blessing and wishing her luck. She was ebullient and flushed with pride, knowing that her parents weren't as narrow minded as she had believed them to be.

I re-introduced her to Sally, the older lady that I was hoping would turn up. The original contestants were all here at Lakeside, not one of us wanting to miss the opportunity to parade totally nude at the contest. As we were called, we all remained onstage while the others paraded the cat walk. There were twenty three of us standing beside each other when photos were taken and the winner announced, over an hour and three quarters later. Sally radiated with pride when she won and two runners up were announced. 

I had already discussed leaving all of my extended family of young ladies out of the running for prizes. They were rewarded in other ways later, for business reasons. They all understood and didn't complain or object. The prize winners all did a second showing to thunderous applause from the audience. The other contestants all clapped too. Darlene and I explained the situation to Harold and Heather. 

I was glad I had allowed Monique to enter. She would have easily been the oldest entrant at forty four and had received a lot of applause which started her glowing with pride. She still had a youthful body with remarkably firm skin. She was happy that Kent and I had allowed her to enter. Her sex life had never been better, now that I unlocked her more often to make love with us. She loved to demonstrate her undoubted skills at lovemaking to my extended family as well as her total subservience. Kent readily loaned her to me whenever I needed her for training, or any other purpose. She superbly trained and I was beginning to appreciate the power I held over her as well as all the others. Like Kent as her Master, I was a benevolent Mistress but I could be strict as well. I never forced anyone to do anything that they were uncomfortable with but I would always praise and reward total obedience. A happy slave is a far more devoted slave, thrilling the Master with blind obedience and devotion.

On contest night I had to force her to call me Barbara so that none of the other contestants suspected that this lady, old enough to be my mother, was actually my devoted slave. I rewarded her by allowing her to have unlimited sex with my extended family after we closed up and went home to Rome. She was delighted and serviced all six men, as well as most of the women, until she was exhausted and slept at my feet for the rest of the night. Melissa couldn't believe Monique's voracious sexual appetite. 


Mistress Barbara Ch. 01



On another equally pleasant footnote to the contest, I had the long awaited opportunity to have a long talk to Sally the winner. She gave me many ideas, as a long time entrant in nude contests all around the country. It was fascinating to listen to her history of the events she had entered as she and her much older husband Pete toured around in their mobile home. They were well off financially but he, a dedicated voyeur and she a natural exhibitionist, had flirted with every lifestyle that I knew of. There were quite a few others that I hadn't even heard of. Sadly, they had often been fined and on one occasion jailed for their trouble. 

They had missed the Naked Mile event, only seeing it on television news afterward. Sally had forgotten about this contest and they drove for a week to get to Maple Lake once she recognised me on the interview. She didn't drive and it had been tiring for Pete now that he was getting older. They would have to settle down soon. She was forty one now and they intended to stay in town for a while for the Nude Water-skiing event that I had already advertised. Sally loved to snow ski and wanted to try the water version. The thought of doing it stark naked appealed to her, especially in front of the whole town. It would be groundbreaking thrills. 

This gave me an idea and I took their mobile number, excusing myself from their company because we were so busy. They wouldn't fit in with my family, even if I had wanted them to, but an idea was forming in my mind. I had thought of something that might suit everybody concerned but I needed to talk it over with Kent during the week.

Kent had been fully absorbed in the building project, with any of his spare time used in planning fashion showings. Between the new ranges of fashion apparel and overseeing construction of his new mansion his time had been limited. Every week, since construction started, Cat and I would ride the Jet Ski over on Monday morning and stroll around the site, admiring the changes in both the grounds and the building. 

A jetty had been completed, ready for a medium sized, shallow draught launch that Kent had ordered built. 

I had bought two ski boats to keep at Rome, together with the skis and equipment, so that we all could have fun together on the lake. Meanwhile they were useful to provide transport over to the site for Tony and his men. Tony had already constructed a jetty at the other property that they rented from my family. Des and Ken were still purchasing property when it became available but were now paying more, as values were rising rapidly. Redevelopment of our existing land was becoming the next priority.

Something Pete said had prompted an idea that may appeal to Kent.

The farm that he had bought was not really a viable unit under management but the land was well screened from his holding. My idea was to install Pete and Sally under a lease covering the house property and some acreage around it, to create a village atmosphere to encourage mobile home owners to settle around the house area. These were largely older people who had been on the road for years, looking for acceptance into a like minded community. Pete had told me that he and many others were looking for a utopian existence away from the cities to rest and perhaps settle into a communal way of life, combining their skills and experiences. Many of them were older and would pay for well for the sort of facilities offered at the farm. Kent and I had discussed things such as a clothing optional resort or even a nudist camp. In the end we had rejected the idea of turning our peaceful end of the lake into a tourist Mecca for younger folk with children, opting to keep it as private as possible. Sally and Pete's kind of folk would maintain the privacy and not explore the surrounding area. Our privacy and Kent's would be guaranteed. Yet the new residents would be near a more liberal town with all the facilities they needed. The only property between Rome and the farm, that we didn't already own, belonged to Bert the taxi driver. We had secured an option to purchase from him. Our end of the lakefront was to be made exclusive from public scrutiny with a combined approach to the town council. 

Kent agreed with me and promised to put some thought into the idea. Meanwhile, he would wait and assess the idea. 

To Be Continued Tomorrow...

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Come on now! Mistress Barbara says "VOTE!" It gets better as it goes on.



Mistress Barbara Ch. 02



It had been time consuming in the spare spaces between modelling assignments and training Melissa and her group in BDSM etiquette as well as water-skiing and business management. We had regular nights where I would check and advise on their progress in lingerie sales and encourage their business skills, particularly Tony whose building construction staff had grown much larger. 

Melissa's group was always ready for fresh challenges and I had to curb their enthusiasm for even greater thrills by offering the girls steadily more daring modelling assignments. Individually or together I was always there for them, partly as I needed to assess their own reasons and needs for the lifestyle that they had chosen to adopt. 

Kent had assessed all of my family very carefully, prior to declaring his family's interest in mild BDSM and then associating with us on a sexual level. He was such an experienced Master that he had obviously done the same with Melissa's husband and friends before involving them in the final test of my devotion at Taylor's Ridge. Now Kent had put me in the position of guiding Melissa's large group. It was my biggest test yet. 

Very like myself, my sweet Melissa had long been repressed by a strict upbringing, never allowing her natural exhibitionist tendency to develop and flourish until she met Des and I. Tony, much like Des, had challenged her in their early courtship to lose her inhibitions and show her beautiful body, at least among their friends. I had been the catalyst that finally allowed her to remove all her clothes and enjoy, as I had, the freedom to realise that her unclothed body gave others pleasure. Melissa was a natural leader with a good business brain, so it was natural for her to enjoy my company during the many times that we were together. 

After we began buying more properties and giving them business opportunities together they leapt at the chance to copy our lifestyle of communal living. They had always sensed that my family was integrated sexually, although we did our best to hide that from them. Darlene, like Cat, had always been bisexual and their men had enjoyed watching them become lovers too. We were all so very much the same, in the way that we had come together as a group. The other four friends stayed with Melissa's family every weekend over last winter, when Cat and I had been fully involved in Kent's Creations in the city. A natural progression of their long friendship had led to them all becoming sexually active together. Melissa had been too nervous of rejection or disapproval by my group to allow her to open up to me or my family until we moved permanently to Maple Lake. 

She probably had similar reasons to ours, in never approaching their other friends. It had been a combination of mutual respect and fear of rejection that had kept us all apart for nearly a year until Caroline, Jill's sister, had begun to work for Rick. She lived with Melissa and they all began to put threads of information together, prompting the nervous and tearful approach that Melissa had initiated with me.

Caroline had no interest in men in particular, as she had become a lesbian following an unfortunate rape in her early years of modelling. Melissa and Jill had encouraged her to live with them whenever she visited Maple Lake and over time Caroline had joined the sexual activity with the rest of them, still preferring girls as partners but accepting advances from Cameron at first. She then accepted the others, after feeling safe from aggressive demands more normally found in relationships with the men in her past. She felt loved by the group and safely began to enjoy sex with men again, comforted by the protection the unique association offered her. The young men had all been extremely sensitive and caring to her because they all knew about her violent rape experience. They never pushed her to participate in penetration with them, even now. 

She had leaped at the opportunity to manage the photography studio and was capable, innovative manager. She also modelled the lingerie, when called on, with artistry and enthusiasm. She had no ambition to marry or have her own special man, and probably never would. She loved the security and variety that communal living had brought to her life. She felt that same love and understanding within my family in the same way. The financial security that we offered and sexual feelings for Cat and I had allowed the encounters with Des and Ken to be an acceptable part of her family life. She enjoyed the association now, without reservation, totally fulfilled within our combined families. Like my family, Melissa's group never allowed petty insecurities or jealousy to flourish or spoil what they had together. 

Melissa controlled that portion of their individual income that they had all agreed to pool for their combined benefit. She had already broached the subject of buying the lakeside property that they were renting from us. 

We had agreed to allow them to purchase the property when they could, knowing that they loved the privacy and proximity to the water in the same way as we did at Rome. Melissa was totally in charge of her young group and like me, had never been questioned on the leadership by Tony or any other member. It was an awesome responsibility for a young lady. Her maturity belied her tender age and I had even more respect for her as I advised and guided them all. I was humbled by her willingness to submit to my authority and I began to realise that she enjoyed my domination, in much the same way as I enjoyed Kent's respect and domination. 

We were really so much alike, both in experiences and nature. Since we had been involved sexually with Melissa's group we had expanded our sexual horizons by experimenting with new techniques and all practicing the eastern philosophy of yoga and tartaric sex. The most powerful sex organ is the mind, especially in women, as I found out at Taylor's Ridge. Trust and respect are still paramount with any association, sexual or otherwise. I still look back on that night with reverence, to this day.

After their initial confession of the extraordinary events of that evening they told me that Kent had given them instructions prior to the events in the room. He had, in fact, left only for two brief times while they were around me, once to give the impression that he had left me to the mercy of the unknown audience. The second time was when he noiselessly guided them out to Rick, who had taken them back to the car park where they dressed and went home. This meant that he had been present when my gag was removed and Cat came in. Kent therefore knew that I was upset when I thought I was alone. They were all curious about the Club but accepted that they were not yet ready to be invited for an evening out at the Club. I promised them that I would escort them there myself when the time was right. It was a glorious late spring day on Sunday at ten in the morning. We sat, naked in the lotus position, in the shade of the tree near the boathouse in a wide circle to discuss the approaching long weekend. We planned our various roles in the event and also the after event function at Lakeside to eliminate any untoward disruption to the townsfolk. Safety was discussed at length, resolving any fears of a drowning. Then we moved on to personal and social issues. 

Melissa was concerned that Kent and his family hadn't attended but I assured her that he had been invited. At this stage Kent was leaving those matters in my hands to resolve. He would of course be informed of any matters affecting his family. Everyone knew that he was well preoccupied with his new building project. 

After a Bar-B-Que lunch at Rome we settled into our normal activity, practising skiing and picking up skiers in the water if they fell. Between us all we had two fast ski boats and two Jet Skis for safety boats. If the entries were anything like the last event that I had organised I knew there would be no shortage of adventurous ladies as well as men, prepared to shed their swimwear and enter the Naked Mile ski event. Out on the lake yesterday afternoon I saw a lot more nudity on the water than ever before, proving the potential of the coming event. 

We expected to make the homeward leg a run in front of the spectators on the main beach alongside the town. Every accommodation venue was booked to capacity and we had fully stocked Lakeside with food and refreshments. We were ready for a record crowd and expected no complaints about nudity by the authorities. Very few people will travel many miles with the sole purpose of being offended. Our town officials now discouraged complaints now that the business community was largely in favour of events that brought this much business to their premises. Even in the first day I had been in town, no remarks were made about my revealing toga. The townsfolk were used to brief beachwear and casual dress, even then. Lakeside was the only venue for night time socialising which had prompted Gerald to put in the bowling alley and snack bar originally.

The demand in the town for lake front real estate was still increasing as inquiry was proving. Des and Ken were busier than ever in their dealings. They had found that their office at Lakeside, where they dealt with expanding the client base of Kent's Creations, was fielding more calls for real estate than apparel. 

Les, the new manager of Lakeside was pressing for even larger space so a new addition was being planned. He worked out to be a lot more visionary than Gerald had been and slowly improved the range of food and drink to suit the more upmarket conference trade without losing our free spending target market of twenty to forty year old adults. 

We put him on a profit sharing salary base in order to ensure his continuing interest in the growth of Lakeside. Rick was busier than ever with the photographic supply and studio business, always making time for the BDSM showings where he still did the lighting and makeup. Des would announce and sometimes organise or assist changes in costume. Amazingly, he still enjoyed watching as we displayed our bodies and allowed some clients to touch our breasts and genitals briefly. 

I had a particular favourite and once, I sat on his knee as he played with my nipples after the showing. His name was Kurt and I hoped that Kent would order me to let him go further one day, with gloves, as the buyer of the city boutique had done. I knew that Kurt would be more gentle and I kept hinting to Kent that I wouldn't mind. I just couldn't initiate the encounter. It wouldn't feel right somehow. Kent would have to make that sort of decision and I would eagerly comply. Kent had only done that twice before, both for good reasons. The anticipation of an episode with Kurt really appealed to me and I made sure that Kent was aware of that.

Finally, on Saturday morning I drove into town with all my family in the BMW and parked. Melissa was running her boutique and Rick and Monique were running their shop. All the others involved in the event were coming by water in the ski boats and Jet Skis, marking out the course on the way in preparation for the start. Few swimmers were in evidence on the main beach. When the event started the water would be cleared for two hours to allow the ski boats to come in closer to the beach than normally allowed.

Kent and Margaret were already there, having agreed to officiate and coordinate the entrants at the start line which was roped off with barriers already. With an hour to go the spectators were already jockeying for position and the potential entrants gathering. There were seventeen family members and they all had duties, along with five employees including Pete who had volunteered with alacrity to secure the clothing of the entrants. A perfect job for the old voyeur. Sally was standing beside him in an extremely brief swimsuit. She seemed to be loving the attention of so many men around her, undressing her with their eyes. Her barely covered nipples were prominent and erect and the string bottoms allowed her to fully expose the tanned cheeks of her firm bottom. She looked magnificent.

Cat helped Melissa for a while as she was already swamped with customers. I made my way to the start line, tingling with nervous excitement. The atmosphere of the crowd was electric with growing anticipation and the start time was brought forward to 9-30 am to cope with the amount of entrants. The first lady made her skis firm and hesitantly took off her dress to reveal a body that had worn a full bikini in the past with a bottom as white as snow. She was an experienced skier however and took off with a wave on the mile long course. There was an enormous cheer from those assembled on the shore when she straightened up to start the course. There were many novice entrants, both men and women, with their own coaches urging them along. The atmosphere of the crowd was friendly and tolerant, with no crude or objectionable comments expressed as some of the less perfect bodies disrobed and set off. It quickly became a carnival atmosphere with many of the returning participants in no particular rush to cover up upon their return. Although towels were handed to them by their partners, or Pete as he handed them their clothing, some of them remained naked as they watched the next participants line up. Sally led the way but most of the entries were disrobing prior to donning their skis and walking into the water. The event had all the hallmarks of a family event when the television crew and a young interviewer turned up. 

At my urging an announcement was made to the crowd that faces would be blurred if necessary. No frontal shots would be taken by the crew, although the programme wasn't live and all coverage would be edited for transmission at a later time. It only briefly affected the running and I took the opportunity to go on the lake, lifting off my toga dress and donning a pair of skis. There was a loud cheer as I turned to the crowd, waved and took my position in the water. I had practiced taking off and as the cord pulled me to position I took off around the lake. Greg was driving and Sue was acting as the lookout. 

I could see the course markers easily and enjoyed the ride, noting the large number of spectators around the course. On the return to the start I went in close to the packed beach and could hear the good natured cheering from the assembled crowd. I let the sun dry me off while I watched the next few skiers take off. It was only a three or four minute run in the lake, with minimal time between dropping one and picking up another eager skier. 

After giving the young reporter a ten minute interview I went to relieve Cat and Melissa who were still doing steady trade in swimwear with potential participants, among others. I noted that some of the ladies were being treated to lingerie items as a reward by their partners after they returned. This was the one angle that none of us had considered, so it had been well worth while staying open. 

A few minor incidents were quickly dealt with by either Ken or Des, before they became notable by others. All participants were given lunch vouchers by Kent, entitling them to food and drink free of charge in one of three different venues. The day was a complete success and the night would be extremely profitable for Lakeside. 

I suspected that the television coverage would be shared between both news and documentary programs at a later time slot. The unsolicited publicity for the town would only serve to increase tourism and be great for business, generally. 

My vision for Maple Lake was fast becoming reality, as what I had estimated to take some years was developing so quickly. I hoped that Kent would approach Sally and Pete before they left town while I served customers. We hadn't taken a lot of time to develop my idea over the last week, however I sensed that Kent was in agreement in principle. The lease would contain the provision to remove any of the visitors or guests that caused grief to anybody with no rights to stay on, for a probationary period. 

My answer came when Sally rushed in to the shop and thanked me for arranging a great place for them to stay. Before I could ask, she kissed me on the cheek and rushed out to join her husband outside. 

Next, Cat came back into the shop with a smile on her face. She had secured the last ride before the lunch break. 

"There's so many people out there." She enthused, breathlessly.

We left Melissa and Darlene to go inside for lunch with the others. It was a while before I realised that Kent and Margaret weren't inside with the others and Des told me that they had gone home to talk to Pete and Sally about my scheme. We only had a permit for the event until midday so I realised that Kent would speak to me later. 

After lunch and checking with a few officials that there had been no problems with the running of the event, Cat and I took one of the ski boats back to Rome. Ken and Des would be able to bring the car home later. My Jet Ski had already been returned and Tony was using Greg's one to pick up the markers around the lake and tidy up the course. I looked forward to the rest of the weekend at leisure. I thought about the changes in my life as Cat drove the powerful craft. 

Next week there were three showings for Cat and I, including the one that Kurt had been invited to along with fifteen other overseas clients. I hoped that Kent had taken up the liberal hints that I had dropped over the last two or three weeks, to arrange a private meeting with Kurt. I expected Kent to humiliate me in much the same way as he had with the boutique buyer in the city, making me question my motives for wanting to repeat such an experience. On the other hand Kurt took such pleasure in touching me, with such tenderness and sensitivity, that it gave me the strange urge to want him to go much further in the exploration of my body. It just wouldn't be right for me to encourage him by taking him to a more private situation and letting him have his way. I realised that I now had a compulsion to be dominated and forced to comply, under Kent's orders. It was inexplicable, not as if I was sex starved or I lacked excitement in the rest of my life. There was just something about being ordered to put myself into a vulnerable position with strangers that brought a heightened thrill element to my life, making the most outrageous and humiliating acts seem acceptable and even desirable to me. A Master has an awesome responsibility and I began to appreciate the good judgment that I must exercise toward all of my family for the rest of my life.

Cat and I walked into the house at Rome and I began to make love to her almost immediately. 

"I'm not complaining, Barb!" She exclaimed excitedly, as she melted into my arms. "But what has brought this on my love? I must do it more often in future." 

She responded eagerly to my advances.

"I've just realised, how tremendously much I love you Cat." I explained. "In fact, how much I love all of you." I led her to the bedroom with tears in my eyes. I couldn't tell her or explain fully, even to myself, but I was just so overwhelmed with gratitude and emotion as I realised the extent of enormous trust that twelve other beautiful, mainly younger individuals had placed in me. I resolved to try to be as worthy of their trust as Kent was of mine. It would be my task to fulfill their innermost desires, while protecting them from being overcome by those desires into submission to bodily harm in the way that those other poor creatures at the Club had been. I had a greater purpose in life, to be the best Mistress that I could possibly be. 

To Be Continued Tomorrow...



Mistress Barbara Ch. 03



We were back into the swing of work as usual following the water ski event of the previous long weekend and on Monday and realising that it was exactly a year since Cat and I had worked exclusively for Kent's Creations, we decided to invite Kent's family to a special dinner. With just the eight of us we celebrated the occasion in style, at Rome. Melissa and Darlene agreed to serve the food, then go home to their family. I explained that it was very special to us that we should be alone with Kent on that night, following the dinner we planned. Melissa understood and waved away any attempted explanation as unnecessary. They were grateful to have the opportunity to help in any way they could and would even prepare the food at their place, planning to serve at 8pm then depart. I had rung Margaret to confide my plans to her and she agreed not to tell Kent or the others until late Monday. We had a gift for both Rick and Kent as a surprise, planning to express our gratitude for training us to be successful models for the business.

The evening went without a hitch and Kent was misty eyed as he and Rick accepted their gifts, protesting weakly that they had enjoyed our association and were humbled by our gratitude and kindness. Kent was eloquent in his praise of all of us and more especially our involvement in making Kent's Creations the leading edge firm which it now was. His new mansion was almost complete and he had never been happier. He was due to move in before the main summer holiday season. He told us that he didn't miss the city life or even his house in the city, because the new mansion incorporated everything he had left behind. He now had even better and newer amenities than before. 

"There's gotta be an upside somewhere." He grinned at me. 

In the entire year there had never been anything but respect and affection between all of us. For the rest of the night we all interacted as the close friends and the sexual as well as business partners that we were. A perfect mixture of business and pleasure. 

We agreed to create an exclusive zone, within our land holdings at our end of the lake, to discourage public access. Kent promised to handle the initial negotiations with the local council officials.

Kent had been impressed with Pete and Sally and was confident that Pete wouldn't invite any obnoxious or dishonest characters. There was a smaller lake near the old farm dwelling, suitable for swimming or canoeing, so the chances were that they would be self sufficient. They would have their own amenities for recreation.

Wednesday, that week, there was a showing for selected overseas buyers and I was delighted to see Kurt among the audience. Most of the buyers were regulars, coming to the showings up to three times per year, sometimes bringing assistants or their trainees as a special treat for them. Throughout the showing this afternoon, Kurt was alone at his table in the far corner of the room with briefcase conveniently situated on the table. This afforded privacy as he teased my nipples to full attention with his fingertips. I moved around the room leaving him till last, tingling with anticipation as he became bolder. He discretely asked for a closer look at the open bra or corset and as I leaned over he would pinch or tease my nipples on each occasion. I would walk straight back to change into the next outfit with my nipples erect and more enlarged than usual. I hoped that some of the other buyers hadn't noticed, but one middle aged lady buyer was giving me strange looks and smiling knowingly after the fifth outfit change. I promised myself that I would stop making it so obvious by changing the order in which I approached the buyers tables for the next few outfits. It was difficult because I was like a moth to a flame, struggling with myself to keep from leaving Kurt till last but finally giving in to my strange desires.

Cat noticed my excited state and commented that I appeared to be enjoying myself a little more than usual during the second to last change. It was a particularly revealing outfit with only a tight corset that pushed up my breasts in a particularly inviting way with suspender straps attached, leaving my entire pubic area completely exposed with high heels and black stockings as the only apparel below my navel. I always enjoyed showing those sort of outfits but today, especially with the middle aged lady in the audience, I avoided going over to Kurt's table. I sensed that any additional stimulation may well precipitate the orgasm that was so imminent as I approached his corner. He looked disappointed when I turned around in front of him and walked back to the dressing room to change. The last outfit was equally revealing but I was more in control as I walked out around the tables. I stopped at Kurt's table again as usual.

The next phase involved changing back to normal street wear and mingling with the audience as they sat sipping coffee to discuss their needs. I noticed Kent in earnest conversation with Kurt as we finished dealing with the other buyers and they departed to the rest of the complex. Most of them would be back later for dinner and the show at Lakeside. They normally stayed overnight following an afternoon show. Cat left the room with her last customers to show them around the rest of the amenities leaving only myself and Kent, who was still talking to Kurt. 

I was becoming more excited when I realised that we were now alone in the room. Kent called me over to join them, telling me that Kurt was disappointed that he hadn't seen one of the outfits close up. 

"Bring it out here now!" Kent's voice sounded strained. 

"Would you like me to put it on, Sir?" 

"That won't be necessary my little Dove. Just bring the outfit out here for Mr Weller to look at." 

I walked into the dressing room and picked up the items from the second to last outfit, disappointed that Kurt probably only wanted to examine the corset in more detail. When I returned, I did notice that as I was in the dressing room somebody had shut the main door and locked it in my absence. I felt a surge of nervous anticipation as I approached the table carrying the garments and accessories. Kent had moved to the next table leaving Kurt alone at the original table. 

"Put the outfit on my table and take off your dress!" Kent barked at me in an authority laden, slightly louder voice.

"Yes Sir." I said meekly, disguising the overpowering euphoria I was feeling at finally allowing Kurt unrestricted access to explore my body. For some strange reason, even if I had been alone with Kurt I couldn't possibly allow him the freedom to bring my body to it's full orgasmic state. It was very hypocritical of me but I could easily reconcile the most debasing act if I was not in control of my own body. Because Kent controlled me, I had no guilt about behaving as wantonly as I now anticipated that Kent would direct me to. I now stood before Kurt totally naked, vulnerable and ready to obey. 

"Perhaps you would like to dress Barbara this time? Kent suggested with a wry smile.

I stood there as the two men chatted and Kurt dressed me. I took a sharp inward breath as he clipped the corset in place, lifting my breasts and squeezing them outward as Kent extolled the virtues of this particular design. 

"It brings a rosy flush to the breast and pubic area, as the blood supply increases. Another innovation is the triple sewn metal rings attached liberally around the costume. This is for attachment to her body jewellery." Kent informed Kurt. 

I had worn the same outfit that first night at Taylor's Ridge, where each step that I had taken produced uncontrollable orgasmic pleasure. It restricted my progress to small dainty steps if the clit ring was attached to the costume correctly. As Kurt attached delicate gold chain to my nipple rings he teased my nipples to full attention in the gentle way that I had come to expect from him. I almost lost control as he manipulated my clit ring, attaching the chain to the corset having teased my firm vaginal lips first to fully engorge my clitoris. 

"Now! Walk around the room and let us see how it affects you."

Kent remarked on my lack of ability to control the orgasms now taking control of my body, making it shudder and shake most deliciously while I moved. The orgasms added to the flush that was apparent in my body and I felt my cheeks redden.

"Present yourself properly for Mr Weller to inspect!" Kent ordered as he turned to Kurt. 

I assumed the position that always humiliated me whilst bringing Kent so much pleasure, without complaint. I lay back over the table in such a way that my genitals were readily accessible and held both my ankles as wide as my arms would allow. Both my anus and vagina were readily able to be penetrated and it was obvious that I was well lubricated with my own juices. I obediently looked away as Kurt surveyed my body in this position. 

"Just order her to whatever position you desire, Kurt." Kent said with a smile of satisfaction, handing Kurt a pair of latex gloves. "She knows better than to disobey your commands." 

Kurt tenderly probed and stimulated me, between flattering comments regarding my responsiveness and submissiveness. He lubricated my anus with his supple talented fingers. Kurt's briefcase contained sex toys and lubricant samples and as Kurt opened it I was stunned to see that he was very well prepared. He allowed me to assume a more comfortable position while he tried out a number of the toys that he thought might intrigue me. He seemed to sense that I was far from unhappy to co-operate with him and he was gentle and understanding. For the next hour or so the two men talked, as Kurt brought me to new levels of heightened sexuality and desire. In spite of the circumstances I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of the time I spent in front of the two men. I could never have initiated such an encounter on my own behalf. On occasions that our eyes met, Kurt appeared to be admiring my willingness to let myself go and orgasm wildly before his eyes rather than expressing the disgust that I might have expected. He was like Sir Gideon in so many ways. I was drained and tired when Kurt signalled his satisfaction. Kent ordered me to pick up my dress and return to the dressing room. 

I showered and cleaned myself up amidst very confused feelings of shame and pride. I wondered how I could ever face Kurt again, as a valued client of the company that I jointly controlled with Kent, following my extraordinary demonstration of submissive enjoyment at his hands. I remembered Margaret's words of wisdom at the Club at Taylor's Ridge as I put on my dress and nervously went back out to the showroom. I smiled at Kurt shyly. I waited for the conversation with Kent to conclude, hoping that Kurt hadn't lost respect for me. 

"I'm sorry that I couldn't show you that outfit properly the first time, Sir. I --" 

"I understand perfectly now." He interrupted. "Perhaps you were worried about demonstrating that erotic garment to me at it's very best in front of the others." 

Turning to Kent, he thanked him. 

"I only hope you will allow me such a pleasurable, personal demonstration for my next buying trip in a few months time? May I give Barbara the order in the usual way now?" 

Kent nodded his assent, shook his hand, unlocked the door and left the room. I breathed a sigh of relief that Kurt's relationship with me wasn't to change in any significant way. It seemed that he was intelligent enough to realise that the interlude that we had both enjoyed could not have been handled any other way at this point of time. It would have been too embarrassing for both of us. Kurt was a perfect gentleman as he gave me a huge order, vowing that he would stock our lines exclusively in his shops from now on if I would show him the new lines in the same way again. I smiled. 

"If you insist.---Sir." I eagerly nodded.

I knew that he was discrete and the next time I would offer him a private showing, dispensing with the need to involve Kent. We had an understanding. He thought no less of me, probably respecting me even more than before.

The only real commitments that Cat and I had toward business pursuits now, were the showings of the BDSM gear and very general supervision of Lakeside complex. The complex had continued to expand the turnover and profits. I had a weekly meeting with Les to kick around ideas and innovations. He proved to be a tremendous manager, organising buying of stock and staffing matters. He constantly improved the viability of the investment and made my presence largely unnecessary. 

Kent and I had more free time to spend with Margaret and Cat during business hours, discussing the near completion of Kent's new dwelling and planning the imminent move. The decorators had almost finished the final touches and Tony and his men had moved to other projects including another Motel complex near Lakeside. With the conference work we had attracted over last winter, this type of accommodation was suddenly in far more demand. 

I had long abandoned any thoughts of political ambition, as our relationship with the town officials was so accommodating that it was better to remain distant from the everyday running of the town's administration. The suggestion of closing off the no exit road that ran past Rome was adopted beyond the rest area where we met Melissa and her friends. Bert had joined our petition from the residents beyond this point to exclude the last mile of the road from public access. There had never been any problems in the past but now it was officially a private road. We put in a vehicle turnaround and enlarged the car park at our own expense as part of the deal. Our end of the lake was now far more private. My next proposal was to make the main beach clothing optional, to allow the more daring licence to swim, water ski or simply sunbathe nude at any time of the year. Our friends in council were still working on that one but we hoped to implement new bylaws allowing this, by next summer. There are a number of nude beaches around the country but I hoped to make Maple Lake the first nude town in the country. 

Thursday, we all went over to Kent's new home together, Des and Ken were taking the morning off and Rick and Monique left Caroline in charge. We went by road because we wanted to see the grounds on the way in. I was amazed at the transformation. Clever landscaping had almost hidden the huge dwelling from view until we were only a hundred yards away. Cameron had used all the existing mature trees, raising the natural ground level between to plant up a myriad of shrubbery. This effectively hid the grounds of the mansion from any vehicle approaching until they reached the main entrance gate. 

The rest of us toured the house while Kent dealt with the electronic security man, noting all the new curtains were now in place and monitors in the main rooms in working order. It looked like something out of a James Bond movie with electronic controls and monitors everywhere. Kent had spared no expense to maintain the privacy afforded by this magnificent dwelling. There was still three weeks to go until the main summer break, when the township would be alive with tourists and holiday makers. 

Margaret and Monique were thrilled at the prospect of moving in on the weekend and renting out the old bungalow to Les, our manager, who was still living a good thirty-minute drive from Maple Lake.

Margaret and I made plans for a party to celebrate, inviting Melissa and all her family as soon as she and Kent were comfortably installed with all their belongings in place. 

We only meant to be there for an hour or so, but when we finished touring the house we started on the outside. From the jetty with Kent's new boat tied alongside, back to the main gates in the courtyard, stopping to look at the wide variety of new plantings. Cameron enjoyed the garden as much as Margaret. He arrived and went to work, fertilising and tending to those few plants that were struggling to match the good health of all the others. It would not be long before the garden would match the magnificence of the pool area with all it's tropical plantings and natural stone water features. Cameron had worked with Tony when needed on the building, but had spent most of the last three months tidying up and directing the earthworks on the approach to the house and forming the grounds. It was unrecognisable from the area as it had been, prior to the building project. Kent must have been gratified by the quality of the work done on his behalf.

That Sunday, after our usual morning meeting we all pitched in and helped Kent to move the essential personal possessions and furniture to the mansion. The bungalow was now ready for Les to move in. He was excited, as the long drive back home after a late night at Lakeside was beginning to wear him down.

The next week, Tony was in awe as he was escorted around the property on the Saturday evening of the celebration party. Although he had been involved in the construction, when at times up to sixty staff and subcontractors had been working on the various areas of their specialty, the finished product still filled him with pride. 

Because of the large number of all of our families together, the evening meal was Bar-B-Que by the pool with seafood and salad as we all intermingled and socialised together. Melissa told me that the area where Tony first made love to her nearly four years ago was now a flower garden. She would always remember that occasion and place and she pointed it out to me. 

"I'm so glad that I'm still able to come here." Melissa gasped.

She really was a true romantic at heart. After dinner we all relaxed as the younger men were enjoying the amenities in the gymnasium next to the pool or swam in the heated pool.

Cat and I had always enjoyed our morning workouts at Kent's home in the city, when we were staying there. Margaret had told us that we were welcome to come over at any time to use the pool and equipment year around. We were especially looking forward to the privilege over the winter, in particular. Now we had the same facility just two minutes by boat or a ten minute drive away, right here at Maple Lake. In fact, at least some of the mornings we would probably start our day here anyway. It was a great way to start the day after a night of communal sex play. 

Kent's biggest concern had been to ensure the younger group fully understood the unique relationship issues a multigenerational family group faced. There was far more to it than mere sexual gratification. The issues of individual preferences and sexual tendencies, respective strengths and weakness all play a part. My mission over the last several weeks, had been to educate and guide all our younger friends toward a complete understanding. They now understood the intricacies of compatible social as well as sexual intercourse with the entire family. They had all grown to accept, without question, that any direction of the leaders of the group were for the benefit of the group as a whole. They wouldn't have come together as a group under Melissa's natural leadership, otherwise. Everybody understood that the night ahead was a trial, during which any one of Melissa's family could opt to refuse to be part of the larger family. There would be no recriminations or sanctions placed on any or all of them. This had been exactly as the situation had been when Kent and I had discussed my families integration with his, last summer. 

As I have said before, all of the younger group had been eager from the start and during this time, Monique had been instrumental in providing the younger group with insight into more mature sexuality. She proved that sexual libido didn't reduce or dissipate with age. Her submissiveness to me was further proof that trust and respect were paramount in achieving an ongoing and compatible long term relationships. BDSM etiquette was the ultimate way to achieve a well run structure and to make communal goals possible. It was also a lot of fun, allowing individuals to explore their innermost desires without inhibition or guilt. Kent's new mansion was a perfect venue to begin this process. Kent, myself and Melissa would meet to fully discuss the issues and make a final decision, afterward.




Mistress Barbara Ch. 03



At Ten o'clock sharp Kent called us all into the enormous playroom and we all sat around him. He welcomed us all to participate in an evening to remember, cautioning anybody not in agreement to leave at once. From that point Kent was our Master. 

Margaret and I were joint mistresses and everybody else did our bidding with suitably willing subservience. To an outsider, it would have appeared as a Roman orgy but nobody was doing anything that they didn't secretly wish to do. It was like a voyage of self discovery, much as my family had already experienced. 

Even my most recent time with Kurt would not have been possible without Kent's approval and direction. I now felt able to assess other clients in future, more confident in not making a fool of myself in the process. Des's true sexual tendencies had likewise developed far more fully since Kent had shown the way. My marriage had strengthened and my relationship with Des in particular, had never been better. From my conversations with Cat, the same was true of their marriage. So many people are inhibited by their early upbringing, leading lives that may be satisfactory yet not completely fulfilled in every area. So few people find the love and respect they need in monogamous heterosexual relationships.

This weekend the intention was to spend the night and a great portion of Sunday, living communally and enjoying various sexual experiences.

As the night progressed I happily noted that everyone, including the folk I had reservations about, enjoyed the communal experience with huge relish. I personally enjoyed a tender moment with each and everyone present, all without the slightest guilt or reservation.

Tuesday the following week, the three of us had arranged to meet at Rome to discuss the outcome of the weekend activities. It was clear to me when Melissa rang to arrange the meeting late on Monday night that there had been no dissent or indecision on her families behalf. She had been given over a week to think about it. Her decision in only one day was a sign that the young folk were unanimous.

To Be Continued Tomorrow...



Mistress Barbara Ch. 04



Tuesday morning, half an hour before the appointed time of midday, Kent arrived. I had already discussed most of the important issues at length with Melissa, prior to our involvement with her family. There were still a few issues remaining to be covered, mostly concerning privacy at Kent's new mansion. Kent had been pleased with the weekend interaction and praised the way the young group had been schooled in matters of etiquette and discretion. He was impressed with the maturity and integrity of the younger group which, especially in Melissa's case was a credit to her. At just nineteen, although the youngest she was clearly a strong and natural leader to the others. 

As soon as Melissa arrived, we all got straight to the point and the meeting concluded two hours later. We were all convinced that the multigenerational expanded family would work to our mutual advantage. Kent outlined areas of his house which were only to be entered by invitation but he generously offered the grounds and some service areas of the house to be open to the entire group as of right. 

It was important to preserve a degree of private space between the three families.

As I fully expected we became a commune with three separate and clear financial interests, but putting personal finances aside we were one large family group in all social matters. To this end an evening at Taylor's Ridge was planned for Thursday night. 

Kent went back to the mansion as he now did most of his work from there. Upon our arrival in town there were a number of businessmen standing around the front of Rick's photography shop, probably from the two-day sales convention that was being held at Lakeside this week. As got out of Melissa's car the breeze caught my dress, lifting the front flap of my toga and making it obvious that I was naked underneath. They wolf whistled and made cheeky comments as we approached the shop, reminding me of the times when I used to flash similar groups back in the city. It was a great confidence booster and I still enjoyed the reactions so I flirted with them for a few minutes while Melissa went into the shop to get Cat. 

Cat commented on the brisk business that she and Darlene had done while Melissa was absent, telling me that they should be kept very busy this summer. She was also looking forward to a combined evening out at the Club, before we were all too committed to organise it. Like myself, Cat enjoyed the additional thrill of safe sexual contact with strangers. Kent wisely restricted these outings to a minimum in order to increase the anticipation.

We made an impressive entrance to the club and our group occupied the largest table. Kent had outfitted the younger ladies personally, in the newest lines of outfits for the following autumn collection. 

Wearing the outfit that I had re-shown Kurt at Lakeside, Melissa clearly enjoyed the entrance but Caroline stayed with Margaret and Darlene throughout the evening, while the rest of us sampled our own areas of special interest. Monique, Melissa, Cat and I made the rounds of the tables under my direction. The strange patrons that I had previously avoided were pleasantly surprised when I spent more time with them. I ignored their scarred body modifications and gave them complete access to fondle my intimate parts, if they wished. They weren't rough or over demanding as I had previously expected, so it was a pleasure to interact with them. I was ashamed that I had been so judgemental in the past. I was curious as to the reasoning that motivated them to scar their bodies in such a way. They seemed intelligent in every other respect. Some of them were actually fun to talk to. 

I left the other girls to acquaint themselves with more conventional patrons at the other tables. One particular couple, sitting on their own, were particularly friendly and gentle. I talked with them for a short time, connecting well with the lady in particular.

"Would you let me touch your genital piercing?" The blushing lady asked. "It looks so beautiful." She added.

I nodded and opened my leg to allow access, putting one foot on their table. I shivered as she touched me, noting that her breasts appeared horribly scarred under her leather brassiere. Otherwise she was very attractive and appeared to have a gentle disposition. Her delicate fingers traced over my engorged vaginal lips, making me gasp with orgasmic delight. I shuddered a bit. She smiled apologetically and withdrew her hand.

"Th--Thank you Mistress." She stuttered. "S-Sorry--"

"Your lips are so smooth." interrupted her husband. "May I?"

"I'm a bit wet down there now." I warned. "Please don't be rough." I turned to the lady. "I enjoyed your touch. Pease feel free to continue." I smiled at her reassuringly. "You just made me orgasm a little. I don't mind a bit if you don't."

Straight away, she caressed my lips again, teasing them before touching my ornament and examining the place where my clit was pierced. She looked up at my face.

"I don't know how you could stand the pain, Barbara. Did it hurt when they did it?"

"No, honey! It's momentary but the pleasure goes on for years."

I stood there while she played with my clit ring, fully aware that my vaginal lips were opening at her touch and almost overwhelmed by the desire to let her penetrate me with her fingers and play with me, as Sir Gideon had on my first visit to the club. My juices were running down my leg and I bit my lower lip to stop myself from screaming to her to finish what she had begun. I was moaning and convulsing when the man began to stroke my breasts. I willingly allowed both of them to explore my body. They seemed fascinated by the fact that I was Mistress to the three other girls circulating the room and yet I was so submissive in my nature. 

"Will you spend a bit of time with us in private, Mistress Barbara?" The lady asked uncertainly. "We only want to talk." She added, glancing nervously at her husband.

"I can't tonight, honey." I apologised politely to the breast scarred lady. "Perhaps some other time." I recovered from the effects of her fondling. "Tonight, I have to look after my guests."

Her husband tweaked at my nipples and tucked a card under my corset, making me shiver again with his strong fingers.

"Please contact us with a time that we can meet again." He said with a smile. "We're harmless enough." He urged as I moved on.

I took my charges around the entire premises, mentally noting the equipment that appeared to interest them the most. Kent came along to explain the intricacies of the wide variety of devices designed to test the limitations of the human body's endurance, or break the will of recalcitrant slaves. There was something available to appeal to every imaginable deviance of the members. We only wanted to excite their interest at this early stage. Tonight's main purpose was to introduce Melissa's family to the wide variety of deviation existing within society and not to push their limits in any way. Tony and David were fascinated by some of the suspension and restraining equipment. They had tried our love seat at Rome but the scope of the gear available here was superb. I thought about the lady that had fondled me a lot that night but they were gone by the time I went back into the main room again.

We left the club for the journey home with a lot to talk about on the way. The plan was to spend the night with Kent as one family, leaving for work in the morning from the mansion.

I expect that it was because of the long awaited tour of the club at Taylor's Ridge. Melissa's group were particularly active and sexually demanding that night, with heightened libidos and greater stamina notable in the men. I put the couple's card in a safe place and forgot about the encounter, as I enjoyed the pleasure of group sex in the comfort of Kent's luxurious playroom/dungeon. 

I found myself able to take Kent more easily in his favoured position while enjoying vaginal sex with Ken at the same time. In the past, coupling in this way had been uncomfortable but tonight I climaxed continuously as they both made love to me. In a rare private moment with Des, later in the night, it was obvious that our special bond hadn't diminished in any way over the last year. He and I had a warm affinity and he enjoyed sexual variety as much as ever. I told him about the encounter with the couple at the club. There were usually no secrets within our family. He knew that I wouldn't contact them alone, suggesting that he and Ken would be happy to chaperone any further contact. Des shared my strange curiosity, to a point, about the culture of modification. Many was the time, over the last six months or so, that Des mentioned getting a Prince Albert piercing. 

I had mixed feelings about it. I knew the healing process took up to six months and my sex life was more than adequate without altering his member in that way. In fact, Kent was the only pierced man that I had been with. To be honest, his penis felt great with or without the stud. I knew that Cat felt the same way. Our greatest joy was derived from the variety of partners, both male and female, that was always at hand within our three families. We had a lot to be thankful for and she and I were content. Money problems were non existent and we had an idyllic, beautiful relationship between sixteen different lovers. 

After everybody else went to work and Cat and I were exercising in the gymnasium, I mentioned the card to Kent. He was concerned about any contact beyond the confines of the club, pointing out the dangers of agreeing to meet elsewhere but suggesting a meeting at the club. He agreed that I should take Des along with me. I put the whole issue out of my mind while we all travelled into Lakeside to put on our last showing with Kent before the main holiday break.

It was well attended and the sales were particularly buoyant for all categories. Swimwear was doing especially well, with Darlene's own label breaking into the overseas market as well. She and Margaret had worked well together on design. Des and Ken were doing a fantastic job in marketing. After the last customer had left I realised that we were now in a position to spend a lot more time together over the next three weeks. Lakeside was running particularly well under Les's management and Kent and Margaret were going to visit their friends in the city. They would be taking Monique with them next week. Melissa's family would all be busy so we organised a break, with just the four of us, when Kent returned. 

Des suggested borrowing Pete and Sally's mobile home and having a few days away in a remote area. Cat wanted to go for a cruise in a charter sailboat and Ken suggested flying to a Caribbean island for a few days. I had no special preference but just wanted a break from Maple Lake. The four of us were inseparable in any holiday plans, as we had always regarded ourselves as one family. 

Over the next week we looked after Kent's property, although Cameron was still working on the grounds by day and Rick was there every night. Meanwhile, we made inquiries and collected information on the various options available to us. Rome began to look like a travel agency as the brochures arrived. We did the only sensible thing and put the most agreeable options into a hat, vowing to let Melissa draw out the option that we would adopt. I realised that we should have planned much earlier, and in future we would. Before the end of the week our dilemma was unexpectedly solved in a most unusual way.

I was at Lakeside, taking to Melissa, when I was called in to Des's office. Kurt had an additional order to place for swimwear and he wanted to speak to me personally. He had taken a small consignment of swimwear as a trial and Darlene's label had sold out within weeks in all of his shops. His outlets were all around Brisbane and Surfer's Paradise in Australia. I told him that I would organise immediate air shipment, telling him we would be going away for a few days holiday next week. I spoke to him for half an hour, flirting a little as I did so, telling him that I was looking forward to his next visit. 

He offered to show us around if we decided to come to Brisbane, telling me that there were a huge variety of islands within the Gt. Barrier Reef. He said that coral cruises and diving were available nearby. Telling me that lived at Bribie Island, connected to the mainland by a causeway bridge, just north of Brisbane, he made it sound so good that after minimal discussion with the others I rang him back accepting his offer of accommodation and guidance. The climate was tropical and Queensland seemed to combine all of our holiday wishes, as far as we could ascertain. Des was quick to point out that we could call it a business trip, for tax purposes, as Kurt was one of our better clients. I had previously told the others about my little private show with Kurt and the subsequent conversation so we all were looking forward to the trip. 

We made arrangements for return flights and travelled to the nearest international airport by commuter plane, the following Sunday. Des took his trusty camera gear and we packed very lightly because we were only going for one week. Kurt had promised to arrange all the travel from the airport at Eagle Farm until we returned. This made our holiday arrangements similar to a package tour. He and I talked regularly during the days leading up to our departure and Kurt had regard to all our interests. He was a widower and told me that he was looking forward to having us as guests in his home. 

The flight was comfortable because we were dressed casually knowing that the climate was tropical upon our arrival. I felt sorry for all the passengers that were dressed more formally. The air hostess complemented Cat and I on our foresight in wearing our light summer clothing, telling us that the temperature in Brisbane would be over thirty degrees Celsius on our arrival. 

As promised Kurt was waiting for us when we cleared customs and he ushered us to his car. I sat in front with him as he drove to his home. We were all slightly jetlagged with the time differential but were interested in the sights along the way. Kurt continuously chatted for the forty-minute drive to Bribie Island. My family all knew Kurt to speak to but it would be fair to say that he had a far more intimate relationship with me. At the beginning of the car trip Kurt appeared more reserved than usual, not wishing to offend Des by being too familiar. Des broke the ice by telling Kurt that I had really enjoyed my last interlude with him, saying that he wished that he had been there. Thereafter, a conversation developed where Kurt became more fully informed about the four of us. 

By the time we were halfway to Bribie Island Kurt became his usual cheeky self, placing his hand on my upper thigh and remarking on my lack of underwear. Although the dresses that Cat and I wore were fairly short, they were uncharacteristically conservative by our normal standards. I would have worn a toga on the flight but didn't want to attract attention from the Airport authorities and so spoil our holiday. The return trip might well be another matter. 

Kurt had a lovely home on the ocean side of the island and I was most pleasantly surprised by the lovely views over the Pacific Ocean from his lounge when we walked in. 

On the way to his house, the shopping centre had been similar in size to Maple Lake with wide roads and centre gardens. The people, mainly casually attired with brief swimwear in evidence around the beaches as well as the main shops. The house was reasonably large and roomy with air conditioning. It was a welcome retreat from the temperature outside. 

Kurt made coffees while Cat and I showered and changed into our brief togas. For the next hour we familiarised ourselves with the local protocol and learned that Kurt had a small one-bedroom apartment at Surfers Paradise where he normally stayed during the working week. 

This house was his weekend retreat and had been his family home for many years. He had prepared brochures of the various theme parks and entertainment facilities around the district for us to look at. It really was impressive, with Lion parks through to Water World with sea mammals and helicopter rides. Warner Bros theme park was only an hour away by car, on the way to Surfers Paradise. To see everything on offer would take more time than a week. Kurt had lived here all his life and told us about the coast road to Cairns, to the north, with all its interesting towns along the way. There were even theme parks in some of the sugar and pineapple plantations. This was all within Queensland. 

He had organised a trip along the Ocean Beach on camel back, for this afternoon, and told us that the trip lasted three hours. 

"They sound a bit like lions and they look fairly fearsome but the drover has them well trained." He laughed.

"Do you think we should change?" I asked, glancing at Cat. Our bodies looked so vulnerable in our translucent, flimsy togas.

"Naah!" Kurt drawled. "Let's give the locals a thrill!"

I was going to change into more suitable riding attire but upon more urging from the men, particularly Kurt, Cat and I wore only our wide brimmed hats and our skimpy togas. Kurt packed some cold refreshments and Des carried his camera. 

The sea breeze was fairly brisk and it felt strange to be walking in such a highly populated area, frequently being exposed to public gaze when our dresses blew up around our hips. Cat and I attracted quite a bit of attention from the other beachgoers in the area but no adverse comment was made along the way. Kurt had told us that nudity was not a problem with the beach population in this area. 

By contrast the drover was dressed quite warmly and I wondered at his ability to wear so much clothing in this heat. He glanced upward.

"It's pretty mild today, love. I come from Darwin."

I knew that that was much further north, where the temperatures were much higher. His grizzled features broke into a sly grin and he nudged my arm.

"We often get people that peg out in this heat." The drover chuckled. "You gals look dressed well enough to me."

Before setting off, Des captured a photo of Cat and I holding the reins of two of the meanest looking camels with our dresses billowing in the sea breeze. We may as well have been nude but there weren't many people about and the drover certainly wasn't complaining. 

On the beach, the drover commanded the beasts to lie down and we mounted the seat behind their humps and held on tightly as they rose to full height. I was too nervous to worry about the clear view the drover must have had of my exposed genitals as I climbed up into position. My nipples became rock hard and the sensation of the calico seat rubbing against my clit ring produced a pleasant warm feeling. 

There were a few people about at the start but as we progressed along the beach the area was quite deserted. We were only moving at walking pace but as I became more used to the strange gait of the camel I began to relax. The others were all coping well. Cat was glowing, as much as I was, from the orgasmic sensation of riding her camel along the deserted beach. Des took photos as he chatted to the other men. A few miles along the beach I followed Cat's lead and took off my toga and rode naked for a while. It was cloudy, but the salt spray from the ocean cooled my skin and provided Des with some memorable photo opportunities. The drover appeared totally unconcerned to be speaking to two completely naked ladies, saying that he often came across groups of people along the beach, swimming or sunbathing in the nude. I had already seen several naked sunbathers, discretely scattered in the dunes along the beach as we rode by. 

Des took the opportunity to get a great shot, with the camels in the background and Cat and I on either side of the over dressed drover when we stopped under a tree near a creek at the halfway point. We went into the breakers for a cool swim while the men sat talking in the shade of the tree. We found the heat stifling in spite of the sea breeze and welcomed the chance to cool off. 




Mistress Barbara Ch. 04



The beach was sandy for the full length of the island and quite hot on our bare feet. We were amazed to find a beach this close to a major city so deserted but were told that there was no vehicle access for the entire length of Ocean Beach. This was explained by the fact that Bribie Island is a nature reserve and all the wildlife in the area, protected accordingly. 

I was exhausted when we returned to our starting point and we all dismounted. We had placed our dresses back on before the return journey as Cat and I were quite red from windburn. The moment we returned to the house we showered and rested for a while. Kurt took Des and Ken for a quick tour of the island while we slept. Kurt had been thoughtful enough to prepare his two double bedrooms for our use while we were staying there and left us sleeping until dinner time. He realised that the flight, followed by our camel trek had drained our energy. 

He took us out to a lawn bowling club for dinner, introducing us to many of his friends as his overseas suppliers to the stores that he owned. The meal was simple and inexpensive but the facilities in the clubrooms were first class and more importantly, close to his home. 

He explained that since his wife died he always dined out because it was more convenient than cooking for himself. The company of others was an additional benefit and he didn't keep a lot of food in the house.

We were all ready for a good nights sleep when we returned to the house later that evening and Kurt suggested we retired early as we had a long day organised for the following day. Kurt had remained the perfect host and we had seen that there were only two double bedrooms in the house. Kurt was about to set up his sleeping quarters in the lounge when Des suggested that we were happy to stay in one of the double bedrooms while he took the other. 

"We all sleep together at home." He explained. He turned to me.

"Perhaps Kurt could do with some company tonight?"

"Would you like me to sleep with you tonight, Kurt?"

"Are you sure--You don't mind?" Kurt couldn't believe his ears.

"No full sex though. Just what we did last time." I nodded.

"Anything you say, Barbara." He smiled his acceptance.

So the issue was settled. I had been hoping for an opportunity to relive my most recent experience with Kurt at Lakeside. I was fond of him and knew that allowing him to explore my body intimately would turn him on. I had enjoyed his gentle caresses.

"Let's go and shower together then." He turned to Des. "There's an en suite in both bedrooms, Des. Thank you for being so gracious." He took my hand.

To Be Continued Tomorrow...



Mistress Barbara Ch. 05



We showered together and I promised to release Kurt in other ways if that was acceptable to him, meanwhile. It was the first time that I had seen him naked and I was impressed by what I saw. Kurt was still smiling as I climbed into bed, still bewildered by my family's understanding and Des's willingness to allow me to sleep with him.

"I think we can dispense with the need for gloves tonight." I whispered as I invited him to explore me again. "Come on, darling."

In the shower Kurt told me that he was just as concerned about health and cleanliness as we all were and he hadn't had full sexual contact with anybody since his wife died. My trust in Kurt was well placed as he brought me to orgasm, as he had in Kent's presence, and I dealt with his raging needs in a safe manner. I was totally impressed by his understanding attention to hygiene. His genitals were completely free of pubic hair and his penis seemed even larger to my touch because of that fact. He was well formed and his body felt so good next to mine. 

Unlike our previous encounter, I felt able to take the lead. I stroked him, marvelling at the control that he displayed. He stimulated my body in the same way, tenderly running his fingers through my lips and barely touching my sensitive clitoris to delay my orgasm. We both climaxed together and showered afterward together. He was clearly satisfied with our limited sexual contact and we both slept though the night until morning. 

Kurt was much less reserved the following day when he took us on a cruise of Moreton Bay. Kurt took us on his business friend's yacht, pointing out all the interesting off shore islands off the coast of Brisbane. He was in his element as he showed us how easily the vessel handled in the wind and taught us all how to sail, after turning the diesel motor off. It was a well-appointed vessel with a centre cockpit and an enormous aft cabin. Apparently Kurt partly owned the craft and he had a lot of his personal gear on board. He was thoroughly familiar with handling the sails and we all enjoyed the lesson. He was enthusiastic as he showed us photos of the yacht under full sail with his wife at the helm and the other owner and his wife aboard. He had taken the photo from the yacht's motorised tender, which hung suspended from davits over the stern. 

Kurt's wife had been a good-looking blonde lady with ample breasts and a well-proportioned figure. She looked to be about my age and I asked him when it was taken. Growing sombre he told me that it was only three years ago. I was surprised to be informed that she had died in a road accident and Kurt was evidently still getting over his loss. He looked serious as he told us how much he missed her with his eyes clouding in pain. I apologised for causing him such distress with my thoughtless questioning. He was a real gentleman about it, saying that he didn't mind talking about her as they had ten great years together. He volunteered that they had started the business with one shop in Brisbane and now owned five others along the Gold coast. He also did the buying for several other stores, some of which were owned by his friend with the yacht. 

We didn't return to the wharf until early evening as we were all enjoying the trip and the conversation with our interesting host. Des ran out of film as he recorded the day's highlights. We spent most of the day totally naked, including Kurt. He became totally at ease in our presence and appeared to relish the experience of being captured on film with Cat and I, in his birthday suit. I had been sorely tempted to allow penetration last night but I had wanted to discuss the issue with my family first. Although confident that they would approve, we had previously made that commitment to each other. 

While Kurt was securing the yacht at it's mooring we all decided to allow me to have sex with him on the second night. We were convinced that he was unlikely to put us all at risk of sexual disease. 

After supper, I slept with Kurt again. This time I gently guided his throbbing member toward my vagina, sitting astride him and nodding my acceptance. He smiled and eagerly penetrated me, sighing with relief when he was fully inside me, expressing mutual trust without words. 

We hugged for a moment before I began to make love to him, moving my hips upward and tightening my muscles around his shaft as I lowered myself down again. It wasn't long before he indicated that he was about to ejaculate, offering to withdraw his penis. 

"Don't!" I put my hand over his lips and clenched him tightly and moved a little faster, prompting an eruption of hot semen deep inside me. We kissed and I told him how much I had looked forward to satisfying him properly. We showered together and I brought him back to life orally, as soon as we got back into bed. 

This time Kurt was in charge and took me from behind, lubricating my puckered anus before he eased his member into my bottom. I pushed back at him, desperate to take all of his shaft and feel his smooth testicles against my skin. When he was fully buried inside me we rested, Kurt nibbling my neck and caressing me gently, his penis still throbbing with desire. Gently he stroked, withdrawing almost fully before plunging back to the fullest depths of my bottom. 

"Oh Yes!" I murmured. "Faster darling! I love it!" I urged him. "Fill me with your juices." I moaned softly with satisfaction. 

He lasted much longer this time and I orgasmed twice before he stiffened and held me tightly. He groaned with pleasure, convulsing as I felt his sperm flood my rear passage with a warm sensation. 

"I didn't hurt you, did I Barbara?" He cuddled me tenderly. 

"You were wonderful my love." I glowingly reassured him of my satisfaction with his technique. "I love the feel of your hot penis inside me." I giggled. "Especially there." 

After toileting and cleaning ourselves up, Kurt gently laid me on the bed and buried his face in between my legs. I held his head as he pleasured me orally for several minutes, probing my labia with his tongue and exploring my body, paying special attention to my clit ring. He was an amazing lover and he satisfied me completely as I manoeuvred him into the sixty-nine position so that I could match his oral attentions. With no body hair around his testicles I took them into my mouth, marvelling again at their smooth texture and taste. I run my tongue up and down his shaft before swallowing his entire member, relaxing my throat to prevent gagging until he was fully erect again. This time we took it more slowly, savouring each moment as we brought ourselves to the point of orgasm and then rested in each others arms, determined to enjoy each other for as long as possible.

The following day we toured the Gold Coast, stopping at some of the attractions that interested us and briefly visiting some of Kurt's shops. I was amazed at the wide variety of recreational activity geared to the tourist market. It seemed that the area was popular with both local and international tourists, judging by the large number of tour buses parked outside the various theme parks. Three of Kurt's stores were well situated to take full advantage of the brisk tourist trade. 

On the third night we all slept together after a sumptuous meal at one of the leading hotels at the Gold Coast. It was located in the middle of the main beach. We rented a family suite with connecting rooms and by mutual consensus, had full sex with Kurt. We introduced him to the joys of group interaction and he was an enthusiastic participant. He was overwhelmed to be sharing the pleasures of uninhibited sexual connection with us after a lifetime of relatively conservative, monogamous past relationships. We explained to him that all of our attitudes to life had been liberated within the past year. 

Needless to say, Kurt thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the time we had set aside for the holiday. Every time that we were near a landmark tourist venue Des insisted on a photo of Cat and I standing beside a sign or building, minus our clothing of course. On more than one occasion other tourists caught us, but Des explained that he was a professional photographer shooting for a men's magazine. We didn't get into any trouble with the law although we had a few borderline experiences. Cat and I still enjoyed the thrill of posing in public places where the chances of being caught were relatively high. Being discovered by astonished, fully dressed spectators only added to the excitement. 

We had one particularly stimulating occasion, were we were ambushed by a group of young Japanese tourists outside a theme park. We didn't understand their language but it was obvious that they were far from offended so we continued to pose. Cat and I even stood alongside some of them while they took a multitude of their own photos. It was a real highlight of the tour for them. Their friendly smiles and swift gestures quickly overcame my initial embarrassment. 

Des was delighted, taking photos of the group as they were training their cameras on our unclad bodies. We were both flushed with sexual excitement as we posed provocatively for their cameras. When we finally slipped our togas back on they continued to photograph us and bow politely as we departed the scene.

Our last night in Queensland was spent at Bribie Island, all of us, including Kurt, regretful that our holiday had been short. Kurt had integrated so compatibly with all of us, intellectually as well as sexually, that I had no hesitation. I promised to make his next visit far more enjoyable at any time that he was visiting Maple Lake. 

We would take him on a tour of the lake district whilst he stayed with us at Rome for as long as he wished. 

We made plans to return to Queensland at some more suitable future time to spend a longer holiday break with him, touring to Cairns in the north. We hadn't had enough time to enjoy the full variation of sightseeing offered within Kurt's homeland.

The trip home appeared to be much shorter and we slept for most of the return flight. We arrived back at Maple Lake, fully refreshed and invigorated. Melissa was overjoyed to see us, confirming that Kent had taken charge in the interim and there were had been no problems during our absence. Des went straight into the studio next door to begin processing all his films, while the rest of us informed Darlene and Melissa about our adventures in Queensland. It was wonderful to be back amongst friends, catching up with news over the last week. 

I was more convinced than ever that we all had the most fulfilling lifestyle right here at Maple Lake, amongst our families. 

The excitement of being able to holiday in other countries further highlighted the secure benefits of the communal lifestyle that my family had adopted. 

It was a great feeling as we drove through the new keypad gates, over our private road to Rome. There were a surprising number of cars parked in the rest area that now marked the end of the public access road. It was just as well that Kent had the foresight to legitimise closing our properties to public vehicular traffic as our road would have become much busier in time, reducing the privacy we all enjoyed. 

We arrived at Rome to a warm welcome from Kent and all his family. Monique made refreshments and we told everyone about our marvellous holiday in Australia. I was touched by Kent's keen interest in our safe arrival home, as it wasn't usual for him to wait at our place for our return. It was still the middle of the main summer holidays and he had noticed strangers venturing around the property so he had come over to prevent any vandalism or burglary. This wasn't normally a problem through the rest of the year, but we had noticed a lot more cars at the rest area than ever before. We still expected that our private property signage would prevent most curiosity seekers.

Des had developed some of the photos from our trip, particularly the ones of the yacht trip with Kurt and the Japanese tour party. Kent recognised Kurt, even without his clothing, on the yacht with us and we spent the rest of the evening discussing the extraordinary events during our five-day stay with him.

Kent was glad we had integrated so well with Kurt as Kent held him in high regard, both as a customer and personally. He had known Kurt's wife in earlier days and was devastated when the tragic accident had taken her life at such a young age, not long before Cat and I came to work at Kent's Creations. Now I was sure, based on our visits to his outlets, that he would prove to be our best client. I informed Kent that we had invited Kurt to stay with us at Rome on his next visit. 

"In only a month, his increased sales of additional swimwear lines has confirmed our analysis of his potential as a customer." I reasoned with Kent. "You don't mind then?" 

"Of course not!" Kent briefly stopped looking through our photos. "I trust you'll bring him over to visit us while he's here."

Kent roared with laughter when he saw the photos of the Japanese tourists, photographing Cat and I as we posed nude outside the theme park sign. 

"It looks like you girls were enjoying yourselves. The look on these young guy's faces? You'd think they had never seen a lady with body jewellery before." Kent wiped the moisture from his eyes.

It felt great to be back amongst our dearest friends, as much as we had enjoyed the break from the normal routine. While we had been away there had been other re-orders in swimwear and Margaret was ecstatic. 

She was already busy with Darlene on next year's designs. 

I had encouraged Darlene to work closely with Margaret over the last few months because I saw her as the future designer of many of the more popular lines, now enjoying a sales boom. Her natural gift needed to be cultivated into technical expertise, under Margaret's tutelage, to better share the increasing workload. Over the last year the turnover of Kent's Creations had almost doubled, fully justifying our equal partnership in the company.

Kent invited us all over to his place for dinner before he left us to unpack and reorganise our household supplies. Des and I went back to town to do some shopping, while Ken and Cat stayed at home. Des went into the studio to develop the rest of his photos while I decided to go shopping for the supplies that we needed at the local food store. 

I recognised into the couple that had given me their card at Taylor's Ridge recently, as I was about to enter the food store. It was a bit of a shock to encounter them here in my home territory so suddenly and unexpectedly. They recognised me immediately, but were pleasant and discrete, inviting me to join them for drinks and a brief chat in the coffee shop next door.

"I'm Lance and this is Kate, my wife." The man introduced the two of them. "Please don't be concerned about meeting us here."

I hadn't been aware that my surprise at seeing the couple that I had allowed to fondle me so intimately that night at the Club had shown up my nervous trepidation so embarrassingly.

"Look! I've only just returned from holiday. I was surprised to see you again." I recovered my composure. "Do you live around here?" I smiled. "It's a lovely town."

"Not at all!" Lance countered. "Not that we wouldn't like to. No, we're just having a few days off ourselves." He paused. "Perhaps you would like to visit us where we live at Angel Falls? It's not too far from Taylor's Ridge, on the way there." He urged. "You--"

"I think we should meet at the Club." I interrupted before he carried on. "Much safer for all of us that way." In a low voice.

"Anything you say. M--May I call you Barbara.?" He reddened.

He was plainly coy. I leaned over to him and whispered.

"As long as you don't call me Mistress, here." I drew back.

They seemed eager enough to please me. I was still confused, as to my motivation for agreeing to explore a relationship with this couple. I imagined that they were into more extreme forms of BDSM, judging by the noticeable scarring of the lady's breasts. I suppose the idea represented another challenge, similar to the ones which stimulated my strange fascination of the danger element of public exhibitionism. I looked around and dropped my voice again.

"I hope you don't think I enjoy pain. I only get into safe sex and well--showing off a bit." I blushed, remembering how they had tenderly explored my intimate body parts. "You know!"

I did this to make sure they would be under no silly illusions about enticing me into their way of life. Kate seemed to be intrigued by our group's lack of inhibitions. 

"I don't know how you could do that." She said admiringly. "I

don't think that I would have the courage." She confided softly. 

"I enjoyed our little encounter." I smiled at her. "That why I stayed with you as long as I did. I take pride in giving other people pleasure." I whispered, surprising myself with my honest approach. "You should try it sometime."

As I talked with them for a while over coffees, I found that my early concerns at meeting them here at Maple Lake soon evaporated. Lance appeared mild mannered and considerate to the wellbeing of his wife, somewhat diminishing my earlier vision of him as a brutal sadist, but there was still irrefutable evidence to the contrary in my mind. Kate's voice dropped to a whisper.

"Lance would like me to be more like you, in many ways." She seemed embarrassed as she glanced toward at my toga dress. "You know what I mean." Her voice trailed away.

I was confused. Here was Kate, a petite and attractive thirty odd on a hot summer day, dressed very conservatively while on holiday in a town where bikinis and even less were now commonplace. At the club, her outfit was also conservative by the standards that I was now used to. The outfit that I was wearing today, whilst split through the sides was moderate in length. It was an acceptably decent outfit even in the city, with careful management. Lance nodded. 

"Kate is a real prude. I would be grateful if you would agree to instruct her." He sighed. "She really admires you. Perhaps an experienced Mistress is what she really needs. I would love to show her off but she is so stubborn." His voice whispered, a pleading look on his face. "That's why we wanted a private meeting."

This was making me even more intrigued. I felt honoured to be asked to guide this couples interest in the subculture of BDSM. I hadn't imagined that instruction was the reason for their interest in me. It now appeared that both of them were seeking discipline from me. I was already aware that Ken and Des were interested in mild discipline and humiliation, from our previous nights at the club. My earlier hope had been that they would enjoy learning from the couple, particularly Kate, the dangers of allowing that interest to progress too far. I decided to test my new theory. In a sharper and more authoritarian voice, moderated for discretion in a crowded cafe. "I expect to see you both at nine o'clock sharp on Monday night at the club. Don't you dare be late!" 

"Yes Mistress." They both whispered in unison with a shy smile.

I thanked them for the coffee and left with a smile on my face.

All this was on my mind, when we spent a pleasurable night at Kent's house that evening. I told Kent about my decision to meet the couple at the club and sought his advice and guidance. He told me that my assessment of the situation was probably correct but urged caution none the less. My honesty was amply rewarded later by the sensation of Kent's enormous penis fully buried to the hilt into my bottom and stretching my sphincter muscles as no other natural penis could. 

After tenderly stimulating me in his favourite position, Kent groaned with pleasure as he erupted and held me tightly until he subsided. It was always a special time for me when we rested after climaxing. In spite of any initial discomfort that I felt, I loved it as much as he did. I had become very fond of anal sex, under his guidance and always climaxed readily, totally absorbed in my ability to pleasure Kent in this very special way.




Mistress Barbara Ch. 05



Kent expressed concern for me, as we showered together afterward. He offered to accompany me to the club on Monday night to make sure I wasn't harmed by the couple that I had agreed to meet. I told him that I would be delighted to have him there to supervise and protect me, as long as he took his pleasure with me too. I knew that Kent really enjoyed performing anal sex in front of an audience. The presence of the strangers in the room, the night he tested my obedience at the club, had invigorated his libido abnormally. 

It made his penis throb with excitement as it filled my eager bottom. I was keen to repeat that experience with him in front of Lance and Kate. I often quietly fantasized about the exquisite humiliation I might feel if Kent took me anally, in front of the entire club.

The next morning we strolled around the grounds together, noting the amazing improvements that Cameron had made in the last week. He had built a water feature to mark Melissa's special area. It had a small fountain sporadically erupting from a phallic head. Kent laughed as he told me that Melissa hadn't seen it yet but he couldn't wait to see her face when she saw it for the first time, next weekend.

Our tour of Queensland had produced a few ideas for the further development of the attractions at Maple Lake, suitably scaled down of course. I scheduled a meeting with Les to discuss business, as per our normal weekly meeting, for lunchtime. Cat went into the shop to help the girls, telling me that she would meet me at Les's office later.

The first thing I noticed among the forward bookings for conference work was a marked increase in popularity, which Les attributed to the range of entertainment that we were able to offer at the end of business hours. He noted that there were more requests from the organisers for the private strip shows that I had arranged with the professional strippers from nearby Rose Valley. He asked if we could get more ladies to be on call for this work, as occasionally he had difficulty. Sometimes he couldn't get enough girls for a show between their other commitments. I was impressed by Les's forward thinking and attention to the needs of our expanding client base so had no hesitation in offering to contact other strippers. In the meanwhile I was sure that we could get by with Jill, Sue and Caroline, if the need arose. Now that Cat and I weren't quite so involved in the day to day running of Lakeside, we could even do a show ourselves if Les had nobody else. I ran a few other ideas by Les and told him about my trip while I waited for Cat to meet me. 

When she finally arrived we had lunch with Des and Ken in the office to plan out the rest of the week until Monday night. 

Cat remembered Lance and Kate well from the last time we were there, as they had piqued her curiosity as well when she saw me interacting with them. She noticed that I had stayed with them for longer than normal, understanding the compulsion that I felt to explore their motivation in asking for a more private interlude with me. She too, had been propositioned by Kate that night. 

"Why don't we go out for a drive." She looked excited. "There might be a few rigs on the road today." She grinned cheekily. "Lets give them a thrill?"

To Be Continued Tomorrow...



Mistress Barbara Ch. 06



After lunch Cat and I took the convertible for a drive, with no particular destination in mind, our togas in our handbags on the back seat. We both decided that we needed time out alone. We hadn't even seen Maple Lake's surrounding area by day, apart from the view by helicopter on our regular returns from the city last year. Although we went out to have adventure the traffic was unusually light and we were beginning to drive through the outer suburbs of Taylor's Ridge when I noticed a turnoff. A lovely picturesque sign on a billboard indicated tourist tearooms at Angel Falls, some twenty miles distant according to the sign. 

Impulsively, we decided to visit the area and enjoy refreshments at the advertised establishment. It was a pleasant drive through densely wooded roadside with frequent rest areas provided, as we drew closer to the waterfalls indicated on the signage. We put on our togas before we arrived at the tearoom but there were only three other cars parked outside. The view was quite breathtaking and I imagined, from the well presented buildings and amenities that business at weekends would normally be brisk. In addition to the other facilities, there were scenic tracks through the forested surrounding area leading to points of interest indicated on signage. The main path led to the falls that the tearooms were named after. An attractive young waitress took our order and told us that she would bring the refreshments outside to us when they were ready. We selected an outdoor table near the car and walked around the garden, talking and admiring the well tended floral displays in the area while we were waiting. 

A group of people came past us from one of the paths, alerting both of us by their keen interest that we were still wearing our revealing togas. The breeze had been making our lack of underwear more obvious as we were admiring the garden, oblivious to their presence nearby. 

It was never a problem at Maple Lake but in a different location, we were still considered remarkable I suppose. 

The young lady brought our order out and we sat down. I gasped as my bare bottom made contact with the solar heated chair, provoking an understanding smile from our waitress. She was very friendly and readily answered our inquiries about the scenic highlights of the area, remaining with us for ten minutes or so. 

We discovered that there were very few houses in the area as the surrounding land was largely in public ownership. The city reservoir was located further downstream from the falls and the park employees lived in the only available properties, nearby. She volunteered that she was lucky to have a job in the tearooms. Her only alternative work was in the city.

After some discrete questioning it became clear that Lance and Kate were actually the owners of the tearooms, due to return from holiday before the weekend. Cat and I took renewed interest in the peaceful surroundings when she left us, noting the accommodation housed above the business premises. I felt guilty about the insidious questioning of the waitress. However, I was elated that we now knew a lot more about the sort of people that I had agreed to meet. The girl enjoyed working for the owners and thought highly of them. I was a lot less concerned about further interaction with the couple that my family would meet on Monday.

After refuelling the car at Taylor's Ridge and sighting the Club premises in the daylight we headed back to Maple Lake, confident and with all prior curiosity assuaged. Cat was in a carefree mood, again removing her toga and placing it under the seat as soon as we cleared the city limits. She playfully undid the straps on my toga just as we were about to overtake a large truck ahead, urging me to give the driver an eyeful as we passed.

"Our first truck today, Barb. Let's not waste it." 

The challenge was irresistible. I figured that we were overdue for some fun and our convertible offered a really magnificent view of our bodies to the driver of the rig as I slowed beside the cab and waved sweetly at him with my hastily removed dress still in my hand. 

Cat had never seen the driver before but I soon recognised the man when he wound his window down and waved back. As impossible as it seemed, it was the same guy that had photographed me in the rest area over a year ago. He reached over to his bunk and waved a camera at me with a wide smile, indicating me to pull in behind the rig. I slowed and let him pull ahead, briefly explaining the situation to Cat. A mile or so further on, his indicators blinked and he pulled into a quiet picnic area. I pulled in on the far side of the truck from the road and got out of the car. 

I was now totally nude, apart from my waist chain, and excited by the fact that the highway was moderately busy. Although I realised that the large rig obscured our nudity to other motorists passing by, it was the kind of situation that got my juices running. As I expected, the driver brought his camera with him when he climbed out the near passenger side of the truck. Cat had now joined me in leaning on the bonnet of the car as he approached.

"My God! This really is my lucky day." The old driver wheezed as he reached into his breast pocket, pulling out the photos he had taken during our last meeting. "Where is your husband today?" He asked, as he showed us the crumpled images of his earlier session beside the BMW. 

"Oh, he had to work." I commented as I looked at the prints.

Cat was bemused as she looked at them with me, noting that the photos were taken some time prior to any of my piercing jewellery being put into place. I laughed. 

"It was taken on that first trip to Maple Lake that I told you about. Remember, Des deliberately exposed me to every truck driver that we passed on the journey."

"But I was the only one that you allowed to take a photo. I never did tell you." He held out his hand. " My name's Alf, baby. Are you ready to do it for me again?" He gave me a cheeky grin. "I'll have to update these suckers." He cackled. "The other guys on the road will never believe me if I don't." He waited anxiously.

By now I was becoming aroused by the thought of giving Alf a reason to be glad he brought his camera. After all we were both naked and he had been quite gentlemanly in his dealings with us, so far. I shook his hand and introduced ourselves to the elderly trucker.

"I don't think we mind?" I glanced at Cat. "This is Cathy and I'm Barbara. You're not going to take advantage of us now are you?" I smiled at him uncertainly. "With our husbands not here." 

"Jeez no. I'm getting on in years now. You'll be safe." He assured me. "I just take photos now. The bolder the better." Alf held up his camera. "What do you say?"

We lay back on the bonnet and he took a number of photos with Cat and I posing seductively. I opened my legs so that he could get a shot of my genital jewellery in the same way that I had done for Harold. The bonnet was warm and I could feel a tingle in my nipples with the hot metal against my bare bottom. I looked at Alf.

"Is this bold enough for you?" As he clicked off two shots with a wide smile on his face. He nodded.

Cat lay right back with a smile on her face.

"Don't forget mine." As she matched my audacity.

"Where did you gals get those done?" Noting our jewelled bodies as he clicked away. "They really suit you. Ever thought of a bracelet around your ankles?" He asked casually.

Although I could see that he was aroused himself by now and my labia felt puffy and moist, I relaxed and answered him as I gave him an even bolder shot.

"We got our piercing done at Maple Lake. The ankles are not a bad idea, but no." I smiled. "Not too many people look at our ankles for some reason."

"I wonder why." Alf cackled again. "Could Cathy take one of you and me together, standing by the truck, Perhaps?

He had behaved very well toward us throughout the fifteen minute stopover. He seemed courteous and thankful for his chance to record the event with his camera. Cat took some shots of Alf and I together, next to the door of his truck, as if I was getting into the cab. He readily agreed when I asked if he would send some copies to Kent's Creations at our business address. I gave him one of Des's business cards out of the car, showing the postal address and identifying him as Marketing Director. 

"We drivers don't have cards." He said with a tinge of envy. "I will send you a set of prints though." He said sincerely. "I wonder? Would you gals consider doing something else for me. I know that I've got no right to ask you this but---no."

"Come on Alf. Spit it out!" We both harassed him.

He asked whether we could pose inside his truck on his bunk before we left so I helped Cat up and allowed Alf to assist me into the truck. By now, I felt that I could trust Alf. The sensation of his callused hand on my bare bottom hardened my sensitive nipples and flushed me with excitement as I entered the truck. It was roomy inside, with cooking facilities and even a small frig built into the bunk wall. We positioned ourselves while Alf set the flash bulb on his camera. Both of us were determined to give him a daring shot. With our legs opened fully and our arms around each other we feigned surprise as the flash popped. Alf had a photo that his friends would envy for years. He took three more, as we changed position, then he stepped aside. 

We both climbed out of the truck to allow the continuation of our respective journeys. We waited until there was a longer gap in the traffic then took off waving to Alf, still both totally nude. Although my dress was within reach it would be impossible to cover up whilst driving and we were now determined to finish the return trip to Rome, without dressing again. Although it was cooler now, in the late afternoon, neither Cat nor I were prepared to be the first to cover our nudity. As luck would have it, there were no police patrols or other impediments along the way and we drove all the way to our keypad gates without attracting undue attention, by the law at least. 

We had many second glances from other disbelieving motorists, as we made our way home, keeping us mindful of our extreme vulnerability. Cat and I both found the experience very stimulating, vowing to do it again in the future. 

Only one or two couples, standing near the gate, noticed that we were naked as I quickly tapped the number into the gate mechanism and drove through. Des and Ken were at home waiting for us, but when we explained the reason for our lateness I don't think that they believed us. 

"A likely story!" Des laughed, as Cat was preparing dinner. 

He would get a surprise when the photos arrived, I thought, as I shrugged my shoulders in defeat. I hoped and prayed that Alf would keep his word.

We told the men all about our unplanned trip and the tearooms at Angel Falls, over dinner. Understanding my curiosity, they said no more about not inviting them. They hated missing the chance to display their wives' naked bodies out on the public road, believing that we would certainly chicken out if they weren't present. 

In fact, with the increased danger element, driving the convertible in the nude had been even more enjoyable. Cat had been daring me not to cover up. There had been at least two occasions when my steely determination may have faltered but for her reluctance to cover up. She shamed me into matching her daring displays, reminding me of the movie 'Thelma and Louise', only buck-naked. I envisaged being pursued by law enforcement officers as we drove across the country attempting to elude arrest. It kept a smile on my face.

After the men left for work the next morning, Cat and I reminisced our experiences on the highway the previous day. Like me, she hoped Alf would get the negatives developed and send the prints to Des and Ken to prove a point. Cat and I spent the rest of the morning at Kent's house, planning our Monday session at the Club primarily but telling Kent about all the previous day's activities. Kent always enjoyed the fullest information about our exploits together and unlike Des, he didn't doubt my account of the meeting with Alf. 

He told me that Kurt had rung him from Australia and that they had talked about the arrangements for his next visit in a few weeks time. "He's really impressed with your family and can't wait for the next time that you can holiday with him again." He beamed. "He's got his friend selling our gear exclusively, as well as all his own stores. The next order will be worth waiting for in more than one way." Kent winked at me with pride. "There is another customer next week that I would like you to assist me with?" Cautiously reading my reaction. "A potential client from Europe." 

"Anything you like, Kent." I nodded quickly. "Only too happy."

On the subject of the Monday session, Kent agreed for me to conduct the session but told me that he would help if necessary. Kent said he was sure that I would be a satisfying Mistress to Lance and Kate as well. Surprisingly, he preferred me to instruct him as well on this occasion. 

"It will be good experience for you and a challenge for me." He reasoned. "It's only fair anyway, now that we're equal partners, to share everything."

He still maintained a great sense of humour with me and trusted Cat to be discrete. We were alone in the house at that moment, Margaret having taken Monique into town to assist Rick while she and Darlene were having a designing meeting.

"Shall we seal the deal in the usual way?" I asked, with a cheeky grin.

"But of course Mistress!" Kent replied to Cat's amazement. Turning to Cat I spoke softly. 

"You can prepare me and then assist me in preparing Kent if you know what I mean." 

Cat needed no prompting. We adjourned to the playroom, arm in arm, with Cat shaking her head in amazement and wonder at the turn of events. I had noticed that Kent was aroused at the thought of us reversing roles on Monday and reasoned correctly, that Kent needed practice. I relished the thought of satisfying my two dearest friends and now preferred lovers.

We both stimulated Kent orally as we kneeled side by side at his feet, teasing his penis alternately. Cat had already lubricated my bottom and I was wet with anticipation of the fulfilling experience ahead of me. I lay Cat down in a position where I could pleasure her at the same time that Kent was giving me anal sex. I hoped that the excitement of watching me making love to Cat would encourage a much stronger erection for Kent. He held my cheeks apart and pressed his head against my anus. 

"Just relax, Barbara, my little dove." 

As the head of his penis squeezed past my muscles I gasped and slid my tongue inside Cat's waiting vagina, stimulating her clitoris and prompting a pleasant reaction from her. As pleasant as the many anal episodes with Kurt had been, Kent always presented a challenge to accept his penis in full erection. Even before Kent was fully inside me Cat and I were both experiencing strong orgasmic sensations. When he began to stroke I convulsed with pleasure and renewed my oral attentions to my female lover with more enthusiasm and vigour. Before long we were orgasmic and caressing each other and I felt a sense of emotional fulfilment that was unrivalled by anything I had done within the last month. 

We lay in each others arms, sexually drained and satisfied by the closeness that we felt to one and other. We all showered together before taking a swim in the pool and playing like teenagers, diving between Kent's legs and playfully squeezing his flaccid penis with our fingers or lips. I was really looking forward to repeating the experience on Monday night as Mistress in charge of my family, no longer apprehensive about meeting the other couple and training them.

It had been hard to explain to Melissa, the need for me to leave her family behind on Monday night.

"Margaret and Rick will be pleased if you have an evening with them." I paused. "Monique will be there too. It's just that I'm having another training session with Kent and--"

"I understand." Melissa interrupted. "Don't worry about us. You have your reasons and we'll be happy to keep Margaret company. You'll tell me about it later if you want to." She smiled knowingly. "I hope you do."

We left at 7-30pm, with Des driving the Lincoln and Kent, dressed normally beside him. Kent didn't enjoy humiliation and I purposely asked him to dress as he wished. Our men were another matter. Margaret had recently designed a range of men's apparel that Ken and Des had jokingly tried on and expressed admiration for. They had both been shocked when Cat and I suggested that they wear the outfits for my debut performance as their Mistress. I took no excuses.

"I may be a benevolent Mistress but now I'm insisting." I said, glaring at both of them. "You didn't consider our feelings when you showed us off that first time." Referring to Ken's use of the whip. "Now it's my turn." I raised my voice threateningly. "You will wear what I tell you or else?" I growled. I left the alternative to his imagination and just glared at them both. Ken had grudgingly complied immediately and Des had given me a look of abject bewilderment before conceding to my demands.

On the way to the Club, Ken looked miserable. His normal ebullient disposition was absent as he contemplated walking into the main room of the club wearing the kinky leather outfit that I had picked for him. A studded collar around his neck, no shirt and a tiny pair of pants that exposed his buttocks fully and accentuated his penis through a tight rubber ring in the front of the outfit. Cat and I teased him throughout the journey keeping him at least semi-erect for the entire forty minutes that we were in the car.

In the interests of decency I allowed Ken to wipe his penis before we got out of the car but couldn't resist tying a pink ribbon around it.

"Don't you dare lose it now." I warned. "Or soil it! That ribbon is very precious to me." I advised. "Don't speak unless I invite you to and above all, stay hard or you might lose my ribbon."

Cat had difficulty restraining her laughter as we walking into the main room. Lance and Kate were sitting at a far table. It crossed my mind to beckon them over but when I looked at Ken's pleading face I walked him in front of me past every occupied table in the room.

Kate and Lance stood up while I introduced my family, making sure that they understood that Kent was normally my Master but that I was married to Des. I noticed that Kate was dressed in the same costume that I had seen her in before. It covered all her sensitive little places. Lance was dressed as a 'Master'. I had previously noted his size and had brought more appropriate clothing for him as well as Kate in the same case as the toys that Kent and I packed for the evening. Before we all sat down I snapped my fingers.

"Ken! You left my suitcase in the back seat of the Limo. Be a darling and fetch it for me." I snapped.

Ken's face went an even darker red.

"I've got a sore foot. Mistress." He spluttered looking wildly around at Des and Cat. "Maybe--?"

I interrupted his feeble excuses.

"Did I ask you to speak?" I paused as he shifted awkwardly on his feet, clearly uncomfortable and shaking his head in the negative response. "I didn't think so! NOW!" I raised my voice.

"Yes Mistress."

While Ken was fetching my bag I ordered refreshments and turned back to Kate and Lance.

"Are you prepared to be obedient to my wishes tonight?" 

They both nodded their approval. I carried on speaking.

"If you agree, I expect nothing less than total obedience. You will both be accepting me as your Mistress and while I will be kind I can also be strict." I glanced at Kent. "I'm quite used to having my way, as you can see." I paused to let my words take effect. Lance was nodding still but Kate looked uncomfortable. She was blushing and there was the hint of tears in her lovely eyes. I looked straight at her and spoke again. "You will enjoy the evening, I'm sure, but I need to hear your answer, Kate. Are you prepared to obey my wishes?"




Mistress Barbara Ch. 06



"Yes Mistress!" She answered clearly after looking at Lance. "I will!" She lowered her eyes respectfully. Her face was flushed but she had the trace of a smile on her face. Kent was smiling with a hint of satisfaction showing at my performance.

"Now! We need to know a lot more about you two before we get down to business in a private room. I want you to tell me what we need to know about you and don't hold anything back." I looked directly at Lance. "For example, exactly how long have you two been interested in this way of life and have you ever had unprotected sex with other couples. I'm particularly interested in your health and what you are both expecting to achieve with our meeting tonight."

Lance nodded and spoke, with his wife Kate agreeing at times and blushing at others but nodding her head meekly. I gathered that they were similar in many respects to the way Des and I had been, prior to meeting Cat and Ken. It appeared that Lance had taken the bull by the horns in joining this club and attempting to show Kate some of the ways that more liberated people enjoy their recreation.

"I don't understand." I interrupted their innocent descriptions of themselves for a moment. "Who gave Kate those scars that I saw on her breasts?" I glared at Lance. "Did you punish Kate in order to make her come to this club with you?"

"Oh no, Mistress. I just thought that it might look good--you know-- so we could fit in with some of the others. They're not real or anything. I used to work as a makeup artist. Really. I could never hurt anybody. Ask Kate!" He seemed shocked by my direct question.

"No Mistress, Look!" Kate pulled aside her bra, stopping just short of her nipples to reveal creamy white, unblemished skin. "I told you that Mistress Barbara didn't like those silly scars that you painted on me. See!" She chided her husband as she proved her point and then quickly covered up again.

"I'm sorry." Lance acknowledged. "I just wanted a bit of respect from some of the other members. Didn't mean any harm." He looked thoroughly embarrassed as he mumbled his apology.

"Well! Luckily for you, We are definitely not into that sort of thing Lance." I looked relieved as I praised the skills that he must have had to achieve such realism. I looked at him more sternly "Do you realise the risk you took!" I lowered my voice and whispered. "Some of these members might have approached you to have a bit of fun. I can assure you that their scars are very real!" I looked at him and raised my voice again. "I think you need a good spanking. Don't You?" I sharpened my tone a notch. "Well!" 

Lance raised his downcast eyes but I detected a note of excitement in the twinkle that I saw in them.

"Oh yes Mistress!" He answered. "I know that I've been really naughty." He had a new respect in his eyes. "I've never been punished by a real Mistress before."

Just then Ken returned with my bag and interrupted my thoughts as he stood obediently beside me.

"Your bag Mistress." He mumbled in a suitably subdued voice.

"You may sit for a moment." I looked at his erect penis. "Is everything there?"

"Oh Yes Mistress." Ken looked excited. "Do you want me to get anything else for you?"

"No Ken. Thank you. Just sit down an behave yourself." I pointed to his chair. "Just listen and be ready to carry it into the private room that I booked. When I am ready, I want you to carry it on your head this time."

Lance had been honest with his information, as far as I could tell, but I was curious about Kate's motivation. Once the others started talking among themselves I whispered to her.

"Did you enjoy examining me the other night?"

Kate blushed and smiled. She lowered her voice.

"Oh yes Mistress. Thank you for letting me do that."

"Then you know that I like my women to be totally free of pubic hair?" I whispered back. 

She nodded.

"I shaved just before I came here tonight." She whispered eagerly. "At least I let Lance do it for me." She corrected.

I looked down and saw that she was copying Cat, sitting with her legs apart on the edge of her chair. She had leather panties on that covered her genital area completely. I looked at her questioningly. I had the distinct feeling that she wanted to explore that side of her sexuality that she had demonstrated with her touching the night that I allowed her to play with my genitals. Kate shifted uncomfortably under my gaze.

"I'll show you in private if you like, Mistress Barbara?"

"A woman's genitals should never be covered like that, Kate." I nudged my head toward Cat. "Look!"

Cat's exposed nipples were fully erect and she was talking to Des and Lance. She was obviously excited and her firm vaginal lips were parted invitingly as she sat on the edge of her chair.

"You should never be ashamed to show your body like that." I continued my instruction, remembering Margaret's words to Cat and I. "Your sex organs should be proudly displayed when you are seated. Look at the glow on our faces. No makeup necessary to make yourself look beautiful." I paused for effect. Kate was blushing. "I've brought outfits for you and your husband tonight. If we take you into a private room, will you follow my instructions and wear it?" I looked at her. "Now think before you answer me. I don't ever want to see you wearing panties from now on." I warned. "Think about it while I speak to all of you again."

Kate nodded her head and looked at Lance. He was speaking to my other family members and seemed to be enjoying the company. She looked back at me as I rose off my chair to address my family.

"Well! It's probably time for us all to go into the room that I booked for tonight. As I said before, I expect nothing short of total obedience from all of you. Is that understood?" I looked at Kate as she was nodding in unison with the others. "Alright then. Lets go!"

To Be Continued Tomorrow... 

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Mistress Barbara Ch. 07



I led my group into the room that I had booked earlier. I quickly noticed Ken carrying by bag awkwardly, in front of his costume.

"On your head, Ken! You seem to be covering the wrong one."

Cat burst into giggles as Ken reluctantly moved the suitcase onto the top of his head, exposing the erection that he had being trying to hide from the surrounding patrons.

"Sorry." Cat muffled her laughter. "Will you punish me too, Mistress?"

"Naturally. I expect you to see to that husband of yours as soon as well get into the private room. I think you know how best to reduce it's size to more manageable proportions."

Inside the room, I quickly organised Kent to see to it that Lance and our men were placed into the punishment stocks. Lance immediately undressed and I had him placed so that he faced away from his wife.

"Now! Kate, my love." I softened my tone. "Just remove all of you clothing and place the items beside my suitcase. I have another outfit that is more suited to your agreement with me to display yourself properly."

I helped Kent to secure the men while Cat selected a soft flay to arouse them. Kate was taking her time to strip. Her nipples were hard as she fought her natural urge to cover them up again. 

"Get those panties off, now!" I urged as I opened up the case.

After an agonising interval of indecision, she deftly pulled them down and stepped out of them, revealing a freshly shaven and powdered pubic region. She was attempting to cover herself with her hands.

"Sorry Mistress. I think I might be a bit wet." She murmured so softly that I had difficulty hearing her. She was shivering her body uncontrollably and holding her legs tightly together.

"Open up you legs, girl! Your Mistress needs to examine you. Hands on head and feet wide apart!" I barked. "You really do need training, Don't you?"

Kate nodded miserably and reluctantly moved her hands to the top of her head. As she shuffled her feet apart, I was pleased to note that her labia was swollen and her clitoris was moist with anticipation.

"That's better. I really don't know what you think that you have to be ashamed of." I said softly. "Now stand properly and act more like you're proud to show yourself to me."

Although her body was still tensed and shivering she relaxed as I ran my hands over her body, giving her an almost clinical examination. Her breasts were firm and youthful with her large nipples quivering with excitement when I touched them. She kept her eyes lowered as I deftly parted her labia and remarked on the excellent job that Lance had done in shaving her. She jumped back when I touched her clitoris lightly.

"Oh, sorry Mistress." She giggled and relaxed again.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I assured her. "When I give you instructions I don't do it to embarrass you, Kate. As you know, I don't believe in hiding anything." I turned to Kent. "Isn't she lovely?" I'm so proud of her."

Kate shifted her knees inward. A purely defensive reaction as she noticed that Kent was looking over her body too, for the first time. She blushed and looked at me with eyes like a startled deer. The look that I gave her, combined with Kent's reply was sufficient to restore her knees to their previous position.

"Quite so, Mistress." Ít's a shame to hide her lovely body with that other silly costume. Might I venture a suggestion?"

"Of course, Kent."

"Before you dress her, have her walk around the room for us."

"Excellent idea! Now go and show your husband how far we've come already, my love. Will you do that for me?"

"B-But--Yes Mistress." As her hesitation turned into resolve. I could sense that she wanted desperately to please me. Her first few steps were hesitant but then she began to straighten her shoulders and walked daintily around the room.

"Just stop there for a moment, Kate." I ordered.

She halted immediately in front of her husband and our other two men.

"Now turn around and open your legs again. Hands on head."

She lowered her eyes and blushing as she did so, complied fully as I instructed her to look them in the eyes and show herself properly before returning to Kent and I. I noticed a faint hint of confidence as she stood before me again. Her eyes were sparkling again.

"You may speak." I said softly. "You did very well, my love."

"It was worth it, just to see the look in Lances eyes." She gushed. "He hasn't looked at me that way for such a long time." She bit her lip. "Y-y-You're not going to punish him too severely, are you, Mistress?" She became subdued.

"He can stop it anytime he likes. You are both able to refuse me, you know that. I don't allow the wearing of panties at any time or for any reason." My voice softened as I explained the position.

"I wasn't wearing any the other day when I met you in Maple Lake." She offered. "Lance was--"

I put my fingers over her lips and interrupted her explanations.

"I would naturally be very disappointed in you, if you were to refuse me. Remember, it was your choice to accept me as your Mistress. I expect trust and total obedience, Kate. Now you may speak if you wish." I paused. "Just watch for a moment."

At the same time that I was talking to her, Cat was administering a few soft stokes of the flay, reddening the bottoms of both Ken and Lance. Des was awaiting his turn.

"Don't worry! I haven't forgotten you, Des." Cat snarled. I'm going to teach you not to doubt our word again." She waved the flay menacingly at him. "Mistress Barbara was very annoyed with you."

She was quite an expert at tantalising and stimulating our men's libidos with a few well placed strokes of the flay. Cat was always careful not to hurt them too much.

"I'm sorry, Mistress." Kate answered me. "I will trust you,--a--and obey your commands in future, I promise." Her shining eyes now reflected her sincerity.

Kent and I assisted Kate into one of Margaret's most revealing costumes that provided constant stimulation of the breast and pubic regions of Kate's body. She winced as I tightened her corset. I saw her admiring my clit ring and answered her queries as I dressed her.

I explained that all of the female members of our combined families were similarly adorned.

"The pain is fleeting but the benefits to our sex lives are so well worth it." I smiled. "Are you thinking about it, my love?"

Kate nodded eagerly and smiled.

"Lance has been trying to persuade me to get mine done." She confessed. "He seems to think that it would look great on me."

I nodded as I dressed her and put her high heeled shoes back on. By now she seemed more comfortable with her body and more relaxed about her exposed private parts. She helped Cat to remove our men after Cat had finished with them and we had a light-hearted talk while I helped dress Lance in his new costume. It was my first real chance to admire his physical attributes for the first time. By now, Kent and I had decided that it was safe to involve them in sexual activity with us.

Lance and Kate looked at each other and consented immediately to go into the adjoining playroom with us. We sat in a circle while I instructed the couple on our etiquette procedures regarding any group interaction, praising Kate for sitting properly throughout my new instructions. She sat with her legs parted, exposing her breasts and genitals completely to our view. She was obviously ready for the next part of the evening that I had planned so carefully. I couldn't help noticing that her hands were as tiny as Darlene's, with neatly short cropped fingernails. I had decided to allow her to help to prepare me for anal sex with Kent. We were about to go into the next room when a knock on the door heralded the arrival of the manager along with another couple wanting to use the punishment room. I caught a glimpse of Kate as she scurried into the next room.

"Are you finished in here, Mistress Barbara?--Sorry to intrude this way." The Manager glanced toward Kate's rapidly disappearing form. He smiled.

"That's quite alright! We've finished in here now, Sir." I then turned to Ken. "Well! Come on what are you waiting for?" I snapped at him. Turning back to the other couple. "Enjoy yourselves. We'll be next door in the private room for a while." I explained.

I mildly chided Kate for going ahead of the rest of us.

"In future, please wait for my instructions." I said curtly. "You should always wait for me to tell you when to leave the room, with the rest of us."

"Sorry Mistress." Kate was shaking.

"You can help Cat prepare me to have sex with Kent." I said casually. "Now be gentle, or else you can go back and wait in the room next door."

"Oh yes, Mistress." Her eyes glistened. "I will always obey you from now on.-- Thank you, Mistress."

Kate appeared to have no difficulty accepting my latest command. her nipples betrayed her eagerness when she realised that I was actually allowing her full and unrestricted access to my body. I lay backwards while she tenderly lubricated my anus while I caressed and probed her exposed vagina. She gasped when Kent removed his clothing and she saw the size of his flaccid manhood for the first time. Her eyes were glistening as she applied more lubricant. It became obvious that she was no stranger to lesbian sexual contact. I thought of the gorgeous young waitress at the restaurant tearooms and idly wondered whether she was more than just friends with Kate.

"Now go and help Cat to prepare Kent." I ordered.

"Yes Mistress, thank you." She smiled adoringly at me.

Des and Ken joined me as Kate obliged Kent as I had instructed her, kneeling before him with Cat to help him to achieve a full erection.

Lance, noting my willingness to be pleasured, joined Des and Ken in tenderly exploring my body. His touch was electric and I nodded when he probed my vagina with his fingers. The previous time I had gently forbidden him to penetrate me this way but now I smiled and allowed him to enter me.

"Just your fingers, for now." I warned sternly.

The big man was surprisingly gentle, teasing my labia before allowing his index finger to fully penetrate the depths of my love canal. His eager penis jerked to attention, leaving me in no doubt that but for my warning, his desire may well have overcome his restraint. He moved to one side only when Kent positioned himself to invade the depths of my bowels. Lance smiled at me tenderly, his expression changing to one of awe as he noted the size of Kent's straining erection. All my attention was now distracted by the familiar feel of Kent's member parting my lubricated sphincter muscles as he drove relentlessly into my bottom. I moaned with satisfaction and orgasmed as his testicles met my inner cheeks. There was no stopping Kent as he stroked my bowels faster. He seemed to enjoy performing far more, in front of these recent strangers and he thrilled every fibre of my body with his urgent needs. Kate looked in disbelief as I vocalised my enjoyment at all the attention that I was receiving and urged Kent to climax inside me. I saw Des bend her over and begin to penetrate her in the same way. Lance was busy with Cat and Ken on the floor as the two men both satisfied her at once. Riding on top of Lance, Cat leaned over to accommodate Ken and squealed with delight as he buried his erection into her willing bottom. I was confident that while our new friends were experiencing full sex with my family this way, there was no further need for precaution. They were both new to our group lifestyle but I was sure that both of them posed none of the usual risks of disease. 

Kate had told me that her and Lance had always been monogamous in the past. I had confided my own initial experiences of sharing our sexual relationship with Cat and Ken. She had told me that tonight's meeting was the fulfilment of one of Lance's more recent fantasies, for far greater adventure. Whilst having reservations, she admitted that she had long dreamed of becoming more uninhibited in order to satisfy Lance as fully as she could. It was obvious that the two of them were very much in love.

Later, as we sat around, Kate invited me to spend some time at Angel Falls with them. By now she was ecstatic and relaxed. Lance was next to her, cradling her tenderly in his arms.

"You would all be very welcome to spend the day with us." He agreed. "I really envy your lifestyle. I've always loved Maple lake." He hinted. He shifted awkwardly. "I took Kate there for her holidays hoping to meet you guys again." He admitted.

"I will come and visit you." I promised. "But Kate, will you do something for me?"

"Anything you like, Barbara." She murmured. "You're still my Mistress." She looked at me coyly. "We both loved being with you tonight."

Lance nodded eagerly.

"Do you still want me to train you, after tonight?"

"Oh Yes! --Please Mistress?" Kate said.

"I want both of you to come back into the main room with us for a drink and a chat." I gazed at her steadily. "Dressed as you are now." I emphasised.

There was an awkward silence as Kate realised that I wanted to show her off. She looked at Lance. He nodded.

"In our other costumes?" She said wistfully.

"These costumes are yours now, Kate. They are a gift from all of us. I now want to test your obedience." I paused. "You won't let me down?" I fixed her with my eyes. "You will do this for me?"

"Yes Mistress, I will." Kate lowered her eyes.

"Right! Lets go and shower and clean up then." I got to my feet. "You've done very well so far, Kate." I gave her a tender look. "We'll take you home later in the Limo." I promised her.

After our shower I dressed Kate up again and tightened her corset. "Make me proud of you." I whispered in her ear.

We made our way back to our table. Only Kate's desire to please me prevented her overwhelming instinct to cover herself as we walked through the room. I sensed that the experience of overcoming her natural urges was highly traumatic for her but to her credit she straightened her shoulders and ignored the astonished spectators. She sat opposite Kent and I and gingerly edged her bottom closer to the front edge of the chair. Blushingly she opened her legs to display herself properly to us. The corset had aroused her again. Her moistened labia parted to reveal her engorged clitoris, but she sat still while I gave the waitress the order. There were times when her resolve faltered, but to Lances astonishment and obvious pride she kept her breasts and genitals completely exposed to the view of the other members that passed by our table. As her Mistress, I felt an enormous sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. We talked freely about the evening's events and I smiled my approval to Kate, from time to time. This seemed to give Kate confidence and increase her resolve not to disappoint me. 

After testing Kate for nearly an hour we all left the club together. Ken went in Lance's car to show the way and there were just the three of us ladies in the back of the Limo. We talked about piercing and Kate readily accepted my invitation to spend the next weekend with us at Rome. She asked me to make an appointment with Harold, explaining that she wanted to surprise Lance. Throughout the journey, she didn't once ask for her old costume or attempt to cover herself in any way. I kissed her goodnight when we arrived outside her home.

"You are both very welcome to visit us or ring me at any time." I counselled her. "We don't go the club very often, but Kent has a lovely new home with everything we need to continue your training." I explained. "I'll ring you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mistress." She turned to Cat and kissed her as well. "I'll see you soon." She promised. "Thank you all so much."

I gave her a card with my private number at Rome.

"Here Kate!" Now remember, no panties from now on."

"No Mistress, I promise." She giggled as Lance opened her door. "Now for my reward." She said, turning to Lance. "I'm going inside with you, dressed like I am. Can you bring our old costumes?" She waved and raced to her door. "Thank you for everything." Her parting words indicated her willingness to continue our association.

"Thank you, Mistress." Lance accepted her clothing. "I told you that she needed a Mistress. I never would have believed she would have changed so much."

The next day it was business as usual. Kent was tired by late afternoon, so I volunteered to tidy up the sales figures, insisting that he go home early.

"Thank you for helping me last night, Kent. I really enjoyed your company." I grinned. "You were wonderful last night, just in case I forgot to tell you."

"You just make sure you're ready to help me with those new buyers that I told you about. They're due this week sometime." He said mysteriously. "You've still got a few things to learn, my little dove." He looked at me. "I might need to keep you a bit later than usual this time." There was a faint grin on his face.

Kent could be very demanding at times. I knew it would be no use asking him what he had in mind. He never gave me any prior warning as a rule. I expected him to humiliate me, like he did with the buyer of his city business. He loved to show off my submissive nature.

"I'm sure I'll be up to it. You can rely on me Master darling." I assured him. "Now you just make sure you get some rest."

I quickly dealt with the remaining buyers and adjourned to my office. There had to be some reason that Kent had brought that favour he wanted of me to mind. I thought of Kate and how she had pleased me last night. In such a short time, she had exposed her body to the entire club with the sole purpose of not disappointing my confidence in her. Similarly, with me, there were no limits to the lengths I would go to in order to please Kent. Kathy was so much like I had been, just over a year ago. I wondered if she was still so determined to take instruction from me after the trauma I put her through last night. When I had finished my paperwork I decided to ring her to confirm the arrangements for Sunday. Lance answered.

"Is Kate available?"

"She'll be with you in a moment." He hesitated. "Is that you-- Barbara?-- I mean Mistress." He whispered. "Thank you so much for last night. ---You've changed her attitudes like I wouldn't have believed." He enthused. He called her. "It's our friend from last night, darling. Quickly!"

I heard an excited whispering before Kate came on the line.

"Is that you, Mistress?" She urged. "I've been hoping you would ring me."

"Just called to see how the two of you are getting on and I might be able to come over tomorrow morning for a short while if you would like me to." I explained. "Just call me Barbara, my darling."

"Oh! Mist--I mean Barbara. I couldn't get to sleep for hours last night." She gushed. "Lance went through all my clothing and I burned every pair of panties that I had. I see what you meant now. About being more aware of your body, I mean. I've never felt so free. Lance took photos with and ---without that costume you gave me on." She giggled infectiously. "Lance is really good at photography. He made love to me till dawn. Will you really come and see us?"

Kate was really excited by the prospect.

"Cat and I can only spare a short time tomorrow morning, I'm afraid, but, if you could get away from work, we could have you both as guests for the weekend. It's entirely up to you."

Kate paused, as if unable to believe that I thought enough of her to invite them to spend the weekend at Rome.

"You don't mind?" She was breathless. "I would really like to stay for the weekend. I'll talk to Lance about it and see what we can organise."

"Great! I wanted to see you again too." I admitted.

"We'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Barbara. You've already done so much for me." She lowered her voice. "Thank you Mistress."

I smiled with satisfaction when the call concluded. It was a most incredibly powerful feeling to realise that I had affected two lives so much in such a short time. I was pleased that I had agreed to meet them in private. Lance was so much like Des in many ways, interested in showing his wife off. Kate reminded me of an earlier version of myself, struggling with her early upbringing and requiring a more masterful approach to release her inhibitions fully. her repression had benefited enormously from my tactics last night. Her enthusiasm to continue my training was obvious. Lance too, was in need of help to break down the barriers to his own happiness. I was happy to be their Mistress.




Mistress Barbara Ch. 07



To Be Continued...



Mistress Barbara Ch. 08



The next morning, after seeing Des and Ken off to work, I sorted out a moderately decent toga as a gift to my new friend, Kate. There was something about those two that intrigued me and made me want to get to know them better. She was a interesting lady, very similar to me in my previous sheltered existence. She was painfully shy, as I had been prior to meeting my beloved Cathy and changing my life for the better. It was clear that Kate wanted to emulate me. Fortunately her bisexuality was far more highly developed than mine had been in those days. I found her attractive and enjoyed her intimate touching and caresses enormously. I had now come to terms with and accepted my lesbian nature. I could never replace Cat as a preferred lover but Kate was closer to my own age. She was only a year older than me but had a lovely figure with firm nicely formed genitals. She had adapted well to the group sex situation at the Club. 

I had found Lance intriguing rather than attractive, as a potential sex partner, but Cathy had told me that he was an expert lover. I was ready to let him penetrate me in any way that pleased him when the next opportunity arose. In our etiquette of group sex the ladies were always available to the men's needs but didn't approach the men for sex. It seemed archaic and unfair but it reinforced the male ego and I had always found it practical, reducing risk of unforeseen erectile problems in some men. Women seem more ready to adapt to anybody that pleases them once they lose their socially ingrained inhibitions. I wanted to spend more time at Angel Falls with them, getting to know the couple in a more conventional way.

"What about taking a camera this time?" Suggested Cat, as we were about to leave. "Maybe Des won't believe us if we have some fun along the way?"

"Take it by all means. Kent was very insistent that we not be late, though." I counselled. "We had better wear our dresses today."

"Can't we leave our togas in the trunk today?" Cat smiled mischievously. "Look at the fun we had last time?" She urged.

"Better not this time." I said firmly. "We haven't got time for any problems along the way. Kent will be furious if we get held up."

About half-way to our destination my wisdom was reinforced by a build-up of traffic. We came across a road accident and police were directing the traffic around the scene. The looked at Cat.

"Well!" 

The look that I gave her made her cringe.

"Sorry darling. You were right!" She giggled.

We pulled up outside the tearooms and were surprised to see two large tour buses outside and people wandering around. I had wondered how the business supported staff, the last time we were here. Kate was busy serving food to a full house when we walked in. Lance beckoned us into the food preparation area.

"Hey! Good to see you. Come out back for a while, Barbara. Hi Cathy! This will all be over shortly." He smiled warmly as he guided us through the kitchen and into their private quarters. "I'll get you some tea if you like? Those two buses will be going in the next ten minutes or so." He explained. "A bit of a regular feature of our food business, I'm afraid. Here! Sit down and Kate will be with you shortly." He apologised. "I'll be with you as soon as I can." He left quickly.

I thought of all the attractions that we had visited in Queensland recently. Maple Lake could do with a main attraction to bring in the tour buses like this. I looked around at the view from their quarters and noticed a large selection of photos on the wall. They were very professionally taken and showed the attractions and amenities in the area. The falls were magnificent and most of them featured Kate, dressed in a well presented way and smiling happily. There were also two of Angela, their waitress. By contrast to Kate, she radiated confidence in the minimum of clothing. The was a topless photo of her, standing underneath the falls. By now it was obvious that she was more than just an employee. Cat moved over to take a look.

"Isn't she gorgeous? I'll have to get to know her." Cat cooed.

Kate came in carrying a tray and put it on the table.

"Sorry about the delay. I'll just leave this here and be back in a minute. We'll both be with you soon."

Lance brought out his private photo album and placed it in front of me, excusing himself to get Angela to tidy up the aftermath of the tour coaches. Kate showed us through the photos, pointing out the most recent images of her in the costume that I had given her.

"I still can't believe that I wore that at the club, Mistress." She blushed. "Lance says this is his best one yet." Turning the page.

The photo showed Kate in their lounge, demonstrating the position she sat in at the club, totally nude. "He insisted on that one, before we went to bed." She giggled. "Isn't it awful."

"Actually, its very good." I commented. Why don't you take a look at these." I reached into my handbag.

Lance had captured her mood that night to perfection. Confusion and shyness still showed in her face but she appeared to be more at ease. It was obvious that Lance's favourite hobby was photography. I pulled out pocket album of photos from Queensland that Des had taken. He returned as Kate was looking through them and joined us again. I empathised with Lance, noting the admiration is his eyes as he looked through our photos with Kate. I could fully understand his desire to help Kate overcome her shyness so that he could take similar ones of his wife.

We were still conversing and looking at photos when Angela knocked and entered the room.

"The next coach is due in an half an hour, Lance. Do you want me to put on another batch of scones?" She acknowledged us. "Sorry I'm in a rush. The next coach will be the last until later this afternoon." She explained. "Have you had a look at the falls yet?"

"We might go and look at them shortly." I replied, confused by her forward nature.

"These are friends of ours from Maple Lake, Angela." Lance introduced us properly. "Barbara owns the big conference centre that we told you about.--- Lakeside." He added. "Look! I'll help you with the next coach and we'll leave Kate to entertain Barbara and Cathy."

He got to his feet. "We'll be able to have lunch after this if Cathy and Barbara can stay for that long?" He apologised. Kate's got the rest of the day off." He added.

We walked outside with Kate.

"It still seems strange having no underwear on." Kate commented as I leaned into the car to get the camera. "I can feel the breeze circulating all around my---lower body." She smiled and shivered nervously. "What's this?" As I gave her a parcel.

"Oh, just a little gift for you." I smiled. "Something for you to wear at Maple lake this weekend." I explained. "No need to open it yet. It's the same kind of dress that we're wearing today. My own label." I added. "You'll love wearing it."

"I'm looking forward to it. Coming to visit you, I mean." She replied awkwardly.

We talked all the way down to the falls. Kate explained that Angela was related to Lance and was studying business by correspondence. She admitted that Angela was a great help to the two of them and was going to be a partner in their business when she got her inheritance. Apparently, her parents had died and Lance had offered her a job while she studied for her MBA. 

"Does she know about us." I asked casually.

"No Mistress!" Kate said quickly. "I wanted to ask you first." Kate looked guilty. "She doesn't get out much and we've become very close." She hesitated. "We've slept together now and then." She confessed. "It's not like you think." She looked at me defensively. 

"What's wrong with that." I said lightly, laughing with Cat. "We do it all the time." Cat assured her. "Nothing wrong with expressing our love for one and other."

We were nearly at the falls before Kate admitted that Angela was the one that seduced her.

"It happened quite suddenly." She said in a low voice. "Angela poses for Lance quite a lot. You know--with nothing on-- the way I was too frightened to do for him. We've been lovers for nearly a year now." She pointed to a rest stop with seats. "I'd better explain."

I sat down with Kate and Cat.

"So?"

"We told you the truth about being monogamous the other night. Lance won't do it with her but we just have a bit of fun together." She looked at Cat and I awkwardly. "They're great friends though, Angela and Lance. We all are." She looked to gauge our reactions. "Lance knows all about our times together." She added.

"Look darling!" I held her closely. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with what you're telling me. I sort of guessed that you had been with another woman. When I asked you about what she knows about us, I just wanted to ask in case you told her about the other night. It makes no difference as far as we're concerned."

The relief was evident as Kate relaxed and told us the whole story.

"Angela doesn't go out with boys. She had a few bad experiences and she's a lot smarter than most of the people her own age. She's delighted that I've become a bit more daring lately. As a matter of fact she's encouraging me today."

I looked questioningly at her.

"Oh! In not wearing underwear anymore." She explained. "She's not wearing any either. She told me that she wouldn't wear any if I wouldn't." She smiled shyly. "I've got more photos of her up at the house that I'll show you. If you want to see them, that is?"

"While you've got your camera here, Barb?" Cat interrupted. Why don't we take a shot at the falls to show the boys." She slipped off her toga, smiling at Kate. "Why don't you join me?"

"There's a bus due any minute." Kate warned. She looked at her watch. "I'd better not." She looked worried.

Cat skipped lightly over the rocks and posed as I clicked off three shots. Kate whistled under her breath as Cat lay over a rock in a truly languid pose for the final shot. Her beauty was complemented by the rugged features and flora around the falls. 

She slipped on her toga just as the first tourists came around the corner and pointed between each other. Cat was nearly out of breath from her rapid return to the lookout.

"Another minute and they would have caught me." She puffed.

We walked up the path talking and laughing between ourselves. I discussed the visit next weekend and gave Kate permission to tell Angela why she was going, if she wished.

"We never have secrets in our family." I said. "I'll leave it to you to decide what to tell her."

Kate made us comfortable in her private quarters again, carefully placing my gift on the bed and picking out two large volumes of photos from Lance's private collection. We looked through them before lunch, noting that most of Lance's nude subjects were of Angela. Obvious that she didn't share Kate's reluctance to be photographed in the nude out in the open. In many shots she was smiling naturally and looked totally carefree. She had smaller but beautifully proportioned breasts without a hint of tan-line anywhere on her body. Her enlarged erect nipples pronounced enjoyment at the photographer's attention.

"How old is she?" breathed Cat.

"Eighteen next month." Kate replied. "She gets her inheritance then and we'll be looking for a bigger business. They've already found a buyer for this place. Lance wants to shift to Maple Lake.

"With a figure like that she could do very well as a model." I observed. "I'll discuss some options for you both at the weekend."

We found three or four recent nude photos of Kate, taken by Lance in her bedroom. She lay on the bed looking uncomfortable without her clothing on. Not a hint of a smile and her tension was evident. Again Lance had captured her mood perfectly. I was glad to have this great opportunity to gain more insight about the nature and aims of our most recent friends. The photos told me more than words could ever convey. The next album was more recent and showed the couple in their bondage gear. Kate was showing the results of Lance's makeup on her breasts. The scars that he had applied looked horribly real, as I had seen on the first night that I met them. Her confidence had increased by now and she appeared excited by her adventurous display of Lance's handiwork. Angela and Lance brought in our lunch after the last coach left.

Over a hurried lunch we met Angela. As she knew nothing about the circumstances of our meeting with Lance and Kate so we all had to be careful what was said. She suggested that she would cover for Kate to enable her to visit us on Friday. Lance would be unable to join us until Saturday afternoon, but urged Kate to spend Friday night with us. They had to return on Sunday evening. Cat spent a lot of time talking to Angela and seemed to have a lot in common with her. They had both been brought up by nudist parents. We were reluctant to leave but I had promised Kent that we would be back in time for our afternoon showing at least half an hour before it was due to start.

All the way back to Maple Lake my darling Cat was too engrossed in conversation with me to worry about flashing. Cat confessed that she had the hots for Angela, admiring her personality and her beautiful body. She told me that she would always love me far more than any other partner that she may fancy from time to time. I realised that her sentiment was mutual, although I could never confess that to Des. He would be hurt too badly by that sort of revelation, as his male ego bruised easily. I told her that Kate had so much repressed potential as a friend and sex partner that I was determined to show her all the joys of community living. I would do this as long as it didn't interfere with the wonderful relationship that I enjoyed with all the others. Jealousy or envy had never factored into relationship in our families. We all shared each other's bodies in multiple or individual combinations so well that Cat and I were able to share our most intimate thoughts, as we were now, without reservation. 

As we pulled in to Lakeside I noticed Kent's limo parked outside.

"He must have an important buyer here today." Cat remarked.

My heart skipped a beat as I realised that it could be the clients that Kent had been so anxious for me to meet and help him with. I tingled with a strange excitement.

Upon opening the door to our office Kent congratulated me on my early return and introduced me to a new buyer from Europe and his son.

"Franz Jnr. here, is a medical student with an keen interest in in Gynaecology." Kent smiled. "I'd like you to help him if you would. This is Franz Snr."

Kent invited me to sit down once the introduction was completed. 

Cathy excused herself and left the office. Kent had not invited her to sit. She knew the routine and didn't want to stay. The signal was clear so I sat on the edge of the chair that Kent indicated, lifting my skirt to place my bare bottom on the fabric of the chair. Then I slowly adjusted my dress, shortening the front flap of my toga to display my genitalia in the usual way. I lowered my eyes and opened my legs in the way that I did when Kent displayed me to clients. 

The men talked about me and Kent told the visitors that I was the only female that could take the full length of his penis during anal sex. I blushed and smiled. The visitors may have thought that this was from embarrassment. The reality was that I was proud that Kent had allowed me to go to Angel Falls, knowing that the client he had referred to was arranged for this afternoon. There was the hint of the delights to come, should Kent wish to demonstrate the ability that he was referring to. In a well practised routine I obeyed him immediately as he commanded me to display my body properly for the visitor's benefit. I undid my toga and left it on the chair. I could feel my nipples harden with anticipation. I looked at Kent.

"On the desk, Sir?" I asked. 

He nodded as I wordlessly assumed that abhorrent sex slave position on our large desk, exposing my genitals fully for the men's close inspection and approval. I could feel myself getting wetter when Kent invited the pimply faced student to examine me, handing him a new pair of latex gloves.

"Let me know if she pleases you, my boy?"

Young Franz was clearly no expert as he probed the folds of my labia. Kent allowed him to examine me while he spoke to his father about the arousal that I was currently displaying for them. He said that the last costume that he was having me wear at the show was designed to be impossible to prevent constant orgasm. 

"I'll have her show you what I mean, after the show." He said mysteriously. "She's extremely adaptable."

I could only hope that his father would be more gentle than young Franz. His long inexperienced fingers probed my bottom as if he was trying to make contact with his two other fingers, now buried deep in my vagina. I lay still while he satisfied his curiosity even though he was hurting me at the time. I was glad that the show was almost ready to begin when young Franz Jnr. signalled his full satisfaction and withdrew his clumsy fingers. He would make a lousy Gynaecologist, in the unlikely event that he ever passed the exam finals, if the experience that I had just suffered was any indication of his skills. 

At that point Kent slapped my rump, handing me my dress and told me that I couldn't lay there enjoying myself all day. 

"I may let you have a little more fun after the show if you're really good, my little Dove." He said curtly, turning to his special client with a proud look on his face.

To Be Continued...



Mistress Barbara Ch. 09



Cat was waiting in the dressing room to shower with me, excited and full of questions about the humiliating episode in Kent's office. I described the sensation of having an obviously inexperienced and disrespectful examination of my genitals by the adolescent young man. She listened in amazement. There was only one acceptable part of the encounter which had made it worth my effort not to refuse Kent, in her opinion. He had hinted that he would demonstrate my ability to take his penis fully into my rectum. As Cat knew, I would gladly suffer any humiliation with that object in mind.

The show was relatively unremarkable but I was thinking of what Kent may have in mind to top off the event for his special clients. These thoughts kept my body wonderfully orgasmic as I made my way toward their table. Franz Junior took in the sights with youthful enthusiasm and a noticeable bulge in his trousers. He was much younger that any of my previous spectators at the special shows. I played more to the older man, never allowing young Franz the opportunity to fondle me as he may have wished. Cat also kept her distance from his wandering hands, briefly pirouetting in front of him before moving on quickly to the next table. She was following my lead in tantalising the pimply faced young pervert. Toward the end of the show the wet patch on his trousers was becoming noticeable and he was holding a bag on his lap to cover his embarrassment when the main lights signalled the end of the show. 

In a break with normal routine, Kent invited the clients to follow Des and Ken to the main dining room for refreshments and discussion of orders. He asked Cat to shower and change before helping our men to deal with the other clients. 

I left the last costume on while I refreshed my exposed genitals with a sponge bath before making my way back into the auditorium. I sat in front of the three men in Kent's preferred submissive way. They had been talking while I walked toward them but sat quietly watching me while I sat before them. 

Cat had helped to re-adjust the tension on the attachments to my nipple and clit rings, and the short walk to the table had fully engorged both my nipples and my vaginal lips. 

"You did well this afternoon, my little dove." Kent finally addressed me after a long silence. I averted my eyes, allowing their eyes to feast on the excited state of my throbbing clitoris and my quivering nipples.

"Mein Gott!" The older man exclaimed. His beady eyes travelled over my body. "Magnificent!"

"Mistress Barbara loves to wear this costume." Kent continued. "Over time, she has developed amazing control in her ability to prevent uncontrolled orgasms when she wears it. She is demonstrating that right now." 

He looked at the other men with pride glowing in his face. 

Now I was totally confused, Kent had never referred to me as Mistress before. In any previous dealings with clients in the past year or so, I had merely been his devoted slave. Kent continued talking to them as I tried to get an appreciation of what he required of me this time. "You will notice that she is demonstrating remarkable control of her body. Every instinct she has is to surrender that control and enjoy the orgasm just below the surface. Would you like to see that control released now, Sir?" He turned to the older man, beaming with pride. 

Both men nodded vigorously, the look of respect unmistakeable in their eyes. Kent turned to me. 

"Just walk about for a moment, Mistress Barbara."

Within three steps I shuddered as my mounting orgasmic wave began to culminate in the most delicious orgasm. It took over my body and overwhelmed the control that I had deliberately exercised up until then. It was a mind-blowing experience, well worth all the nervous anticipation that preceded the moment of release. I let myself go and convulsed before their eyes, oblivious to their presence. 

As I recovered, I noticed the two men were removing their clothes. Surely Kent was not going to allow them to ravish me. Did he know them that well? I was perplexed and a little confused. Those nasty confused thoughts dissipated as Kent handed me a cane pointing toward the men now prostrated over the table, their naked bottoms pointing toward me. Their straining erections were clearly indicating their need for punishment. 

The feeling of power, swishing the cane through the air at imaginary flies as I surveyed the two naked bottoms in front of me was simply awesome. I approached the men. The younger Franz tensed as I looked at his bottom. It was covered in splotchy pimples, like his face. His penis was dribbling with clear fluid. I played with it at the end of the cane, flicking it back and forth as I debated my next move. 

Kent had told me nothing about the men so my only knowledge of them was gleaned from listening to them talk while Kent humiliated me in my own office. This young squirt was going to pay dearly for his inept fumbling, around and inside my genitals. 

The older Franz was equally excited, with a large well formed penis straining with blood in an impressive erect state. I turned to look at Kent and saw him placing lubricant on the table while he removed his shirt. The situation became much clearer in my mind now. I caught his eye and he smiled broadly, nodding his approval for me to handle the two clients as the mood took me. 

I breathed in as much as the corset would allow me to, producing yet another delicious orgasm. I spoke to Franz senior. 

"You have both been very naughty boys today, haven't you?" I said in a sharp, sarcastic voice.

"Yes Mistress." They both spoke in unison.

"And now, I suppose you want to watch while my Master fucks my arse!" I shuddered as I used the crude description of the event they were about to witness. I took my cue from Kent as neither of us used those words normally. The clients often did. These men were clearly no exception.

"Oh yes, please Mistress!" The older man said, nodding his head enthusiastically.

I placed my foot on the table that they were both supporting their bodies over, my moistened vagina clearly visible, inches from his eyes. I let him feast his eyes for a few minutes then raised my voice somewhat more threateningly. 

"I wonder what price you two should pay for such a privilege." I looked at Kent who was now naked and smiling at me, thoroughly enjoying my Mastery of his two important clients.

"I'll give you a huge order, if you only give me two strokes of the cane, Mistress." He said hopefully.

"Maybe?" I said. "But what about your son? He wasn't all that gentle with me, as you are well aware!" I said firmly.

"I'll double the lingerie order I gave your Master if you will be lenient and just give him the same punishment." 

I looked at Kent and he nodded, holding three fingers up, away from their view. I needed his advice as I had no knowledge of the previous dealings, earlier in the day.

"Well! My decision, is to give both of you three hard strokes." I paused to let my words take effect. "I still expect you to double the lingerie order, or I will double your punishment instead." I added as I took my foot off the table. 

Both men glumly nodded their approval. I stepped behind them and surveyed their bottoms, tensed to receive the strokes that I had promised them. As much as I hated using the cane I took a certain satisfaction in bringing three distinct weals, barely an inch apart on Franz senior's glowing rump as he moaned in pain. I ordered him to stand aside while I gave his son three, much more enthusiastic, well placed strokes. I almost broke the skin with the final stroke.

I made the young man don a fresh pair of gloves and lubricate my bottom, warning him to be much more gentle. 

"If you're too rough this time you can expect more punishment."

I unclipped the chains attached to my clit ring and deftly assumed Kent's favourite position to receive his penis. I could see that he needed no help to achieve full erection as the two clients were silently admiring the size of his penis, now fully ready to plunge into my receptive bottom. Young Franz was as gentle as a lamb as he tenderly lubricated my rectum with copious amounts of gel, nervously watching my face for the slightest hint of disapproval. If it was true that he wanted to be a doctor, I hoped that I had taught him respect for a lady's feelings while he applied the lubricant.

When Kent pressed his penis past my sphincter muscles I orgasmed continuously, enjoying the astounded looks on the two clients faces. The expressions fulfilled me nearly as much as Kent's anal attention this time. I appreciated the reasons that he hadn't explained the scenario of today's encounter with the new clients. In a way, it was yet another test of my devotion. More importantly, he was testing my ability to rapidly assess the hidden desires of those who would accept discipline from me as their Mistress. As he ejaculated I held him inside me, the warmth of his hot sperm was making me want to hug and kiss him. I wanted to convey the special love that I felt for him at this moment. I desperately wanted to retain the sensation of fulfilment and warmth, deep within my bowels and by now I had quite forgotten about the two men watching us. My eyes were closed and I was effectively transported into a more private situation where Kent and I were the only two people in the world.

Kent withdrew and I became aware again that there were two other men in the room with their eyes riveted in my direction. The men asked me if they might use my showers in the dressing room to clean up before giving me their order. A new respect was clearly evident as they offered to clean up the mess their sperm had made on the floor. I had been barely aware of it during my demonstration but there was ample evidence of their enjoyment at witnessing my anal penetration. 

" You can clean up the floor first." I said disdainfully. "Make sure that you do it well. Only then, will I allow to shower and dress yourselves." I fixed them with my steely eyes. "Now!" I ordered.

Kent and I showered together while they cleaned the floor, still naked, out in the auditorium. It gave me the opportunity to show Kent just how much I loved him. As the water cascaded over our bodies I kissed him passionately and held his lithe body close to mine. 

"In my mind, my spirit and especially my body, darling, I love you so much. Please don't ever forget that." I whispered.

I cried with joy as he responded. 

"If only I were twenty years younger?" He bemoaned. "Just think what a difference we could have achieved together." He sobered. "We might have changed a lot of the misery in the world today."

I knew what Kent was referring to. He had long believed that our entire system of government was corrupt and he had some well thought out alternatives in mind. I told Kent about our visit to Angel falls, filling him in on my plans for the two of them and possibly young Angela as well.

"Never mind, darling." I looked at him seriously. "We can still make a difference. The way we seem to be changing attitudes around here and the way our family seems to be growing at the moment--- well, you know." I kissed him again.

The bond was complete. I dressed myself in the sexiest toga available in the dressing room. It was indecently short and almost translucent. I walked out to the main room to convey my complete satisfaction to the clients for their cleaning efforts. 

As they showered and dressed, Kent and I talked while we waited for them to come back to discuss business. Kent told me that he had made contact with Franz senior while he was on holiday in the city. Franz ran a chain of shops throughout the German Republic and during the course of discussions revealed his special interests in bondage and discipline. The son was unexpected at the show, but Kent figured I could easily handle the two of them. He confessed that the idea of boasting about my submissive nature, only to him, was his idea alone. 

"You must know by now that my love for you is eternal and I would do anything to make you happy." I whispered, as I kissed him. I squeezed his hand. "You can take me in front of your clients, your friends or even the entire world if it pleases you, my darling."

The sexual excitement that I was feeling was unmistakeable as my nipples showed clearly through the thin material of my toga. It was the first time that I had expressed my special love for Kent in this way. I felt a pang of guilt, as I thought of my relationship with Margaret, but the truth was that I had fallen in love with Kent. "I love you too, my little Dove. We seem to be good for each other." He gazed at me with a sparkle in his eyes. "If only---."

"You will always be young in my eyes." I started just as the two Franz clients re-entered the room. It cut off the rest of my words midstream. I offered the men coffee and something to eat. "I want to discuss what I sincerely hope will be a long and mutually profitable association with our company." I said politely. 

I excused myself and went to arrange for somebody to serve us in the auditorium, leaving Kent to entertain them. I noticed their eyes as they followed my every movement when I left the room. The brevity of my toga and my semi-orgasmic state, had not escaped their attention. 

I knew that I would be the subject of their discussion in my absence.

When I returned ten minutes later with a waitress in tow, carrying a tray of drinks and food. I had her place the tray on the table and leave. I was pleased to note that the clients stood as I entered the room, as a mark of respect for me.

The discussions went on longer than I thought they would. The older Franz couldn't concentrate too well as I was seated opposite the men, proudly displaying my arousal. This time however, I looked them all directly in the eye in my role as their Mistress. The discussions bore fruit and the clients agreed to a deal similar to the one we enjoyed with Kurt. In return, I promised to handle all their business requirements personally from now on, hinting that they would enjoy dealing with me. 

My family listened in awe as I related the events of the evening to them, obviously missing out the part about Kent and I declaring our love for one and other. Cat had expected me to have suffered extreme humiliation or worse, with what I had told her about the preliminary meeting in our office with Kent. She had been ready to comfort me and offer to take my place next time Kent wanted to show me off to his friends. 

To Be Continued Tomorrow...

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Mistress Barbara Ch. 10



Friday, just before 2pm in the afternoon immediately prior to the last show for the week, Kate asked at reception for me. Cat showed her into my office and left to get ready for the 2-30pm show. 

"I'll get everything ready so that you can spend time with Kate." She offered. 

I indicated the guest chair opposite my desk and Kate sat, nervously lifting her dress and opening her legs to display her freshly shaven vagina in the position I had taught her. There was a new confidence in her bearing. She smiled shyly and apologised for arriving early. I told her that I couldn't be more pleased to see her and invited her to see our show. I reassured her that I would pick a table at the rear of the room and ordered her a nice pot of tea to drink during the show. I asked her if she had worn my gift dress yet and she patted her bag and told me that she had it with her.

"You do intend wearing it today, do you?" I looked up and smiled. Without being asked she changed into it, folding her far more conservative dress neatly and placing it in her bag before slipping into the toga. I was pleased to see that she wore no underwear at all. I admired her perky breasts, noting her nipples were prominent and hard as she slipped the toga over her head and straightened it. I rang for tea to be delivered to the auditorium. 

"Follow me, darling. Leave your things in my office." I asked.

I led her to the door of the auditorium. It was locked but Kent was there to open it. I seated her just as the tea trolley arrived. I rushed to the dressing room and put on my first costume as Cat helped me get ready. I had only a minute to go before I walked out to start the show. 

I showed to Kate as well, as we paraded the current range, so as not to exclude her. By the time I exhibited the last costume, she was indistinguishable from the other buyers. She accidentally touched my clitoris while examining the chains attached to my ring, provoking an immediate mild orgasm. She apologised, blushing profusely.

"That's quite alright my love." I brushed her face tenderly. "No need for embarrassment here." I smiled and moved on.

I put on my sexiest toga after the show and helped take orders, as Kate watched in awe of my boldness. When the last customer left Cat said she would go home to prepare dinner, taking the BMW while I tidied up and brought the men home later. It was getting near time to put the roast on for dinner. Kate offered to help as I tidied the dressing room and auditorium. We only had three employees that were allowed in the private auditorium, all sworn to secrecy because of the erotic decorations.

We went back to my office and tidied up the sales figures for the week noting that Franz's order alone, exceeded today's effort with fifteen buyers present at today's show. I chatted to Kate as I did my work, noting with satisfaction that she had become more used to the submissive position. Because of the brevity of my skirt I was subconsciously returning the respect shown by Kate. In my case I just enjoyed letting the air from the overhead fan caress and cool my naked genitals as I sat with my legs open. I hoped that the overhead fan would have a similar effect on Kate while I did my work. 

A familiar knock on the door signalled Des's impatience to go home. I glanced at Kate with a look that kept her in position and gave my approval for him to enter. Kate tensed visibly as Ken and Des entered the room and sat. They greeted her, without undue attention to her exposed genitals as they asked if the latest sales figures were to my satisfaction. I nodded. 

"Well Kate! Lets head off home?"

She jumped to her feet, pleased to be released from the embarrassment of displaying her growing arousal to the two men. She straightened her toga and subconsciously attempted to hold the sides together.

I couldn't resist introducing a blushing Kate to Darlene and Melissa on the way to the car, when we passed by their shop. I asked Darlene to make an appointment with her father, to assess Kate for genital piercing, whenever suited him on Saturday. We led Kate, still red in the face but more excited, to the car. 

She sat in the back seat, gasping as her bare bottom touched the seat but smiling bravely as she deliberately opened her legs the required twelve inches between the inner knees. As we went through the private gates I whipped off my toga and looked at her while she obediently complied with convention and nervously packed her toga into her bag.

I realised that it was a leap of faith for her, in a new and unknown environment, to be naked in the open air. 

"See, that wasn't so hard was it my sweet?" I praised her. "You'll be ready for a swim before dinner when we get there." 

She crouched forward and shook her head, obviously uncomfortable but determined not to let me down. She scampered out of the car straight into the cooling waters of the lake. She swam like a fish and played in the water until I joined her.

"Who owns that huge home across the lake? She pointed.

"Kent had it built as his home, but we all share the amenities on the ground floor." 

Her eyes widened even further as I told her that there were seventeen occupants at times, when all three families met there socially or for games. 

"That is amazing!" she gasped admiring the stately building.

"Not as amazing as you are, Kate. I know you're uncomfortable about being naked." I said. "I won't embarrass you unnecessarily but, believe me, you will get used to it by the time you go home." 

Kate shifted uncomfortably and nodded eagerly. 

"I really am proud of you, Kate." I added sincerely.

At that moment my family all joined us. 

"Dinner's ready shortly." Cat called out from the kitchen. 

By the time we got out of the water Kate made no further attempt to cover up. She sat outside with us, eating dinner and conversing as if she was fully clothed. She even agreed to a group photo and Des used the same camera that I used at Angel Falls. He still hadn't developed the film that I used with Cat, posing under the falls.

"You'll get on well with Lance." Kate offered. "He loves photography. I've seen the ones you did in Australia and Lance said they were very professional, making the best use of the light on the subjects ---- whatever that means. I thought they were good too." 

We all talked for the next hour or so, answering her questions and asking her opinions on a variety of subjects. We all got to know each other so much better as the sun went down, covering issues from political beliefs through to personal sexual preferences. 

She was loosening up considerably, as she realised that sex was only a small part of what our three families were really about. Our belief that sexual inhibition stifles personal development being the major hurdle to overcome. Kate certainly related to that. In her case, she readily admitted it. 

Once we moved indoors she sat opposite us, intimately exposed to our view. She seemed to be more at ease with body parts that had shamed her previously. 

Darlene rang. 

"Dad can see Kate at anytime in the morning, Barbara. Might pay to ring him before you go over just to make sure. Kate may like to meet everybody at Kent's tomorrow morning, just to discuss the issues about piercing and confirm the benefits. We'll all be there around 7am for a morning swim." She concluded. Might see you there?" 

Kate overheard the discussion and became nervous again. We moved into the playroom, already having discussed sleeping arrangements for the night. Ken immediately asked Kate to mount him in the female superior position and Cat asked if she had ever tried double penetration. She agreed to try, it, knowing that this may be her last opportunity for at least two weeks or more. She looked at me for approval. 

"Fine with me, darling."

Kate surpassed my expectations, allowing the boys to lubricate and make love to her with little reservation. She said that Lance had discussed issues of group sex with her after we left on Wednesday, encouraging her to explore and enjoy her sexuality as much as she could. Kate had a far healthier attitude to sexual experimentation than she did to exhibitionism. We had a terrific time together, culminating in all of us sleeping together for the night. 

Kate helped Cat to prepare breakfast and afterward we all went over to Kent's place for a morning swim in the heated pool. Kate went to get her toga but after we explained the privacy we enjoyed over this end of the lake she reluctantly left it behind. She was nervous about meeting so many people, naked as she was, but I told her that we were all friends as well as lovers. I reminded her that Lance would be proud of her once she got over this and accepted our lifestyle fully. 

I told her more about Melissa's family on the way over, including the way Des and I first met them all. We arrived before Melissa and we walked up to the pool area. I introduced Kate to the rest of Kent's family and she was in the pool by the time Melissa arrived. 

Although all the girls were present, only Cameron came over the lake with them. The boys were working on a building project in town and had wanted to start early. They knew that they would meet Lance and Kate on Sunday morning. In a way I was glad. Kate would come to realize that her nudity wasn't a sufficient motive to attract the young men's interest, above their other plans.

Melissa helped me explain the procedure for a genital placement along with Darlene. We assured Kate that it was practically painless when compared to nipple rings. We told her that the best part was becoming more sexually aware and the satisfaction of the increase in libido that resulted. I didn't push Kate when we moved into the gymnasium but I noticed that she picked certain equipment to use that enabled her to keep her pubic area hidden from view. She spent a long time on the cycle exercise machine then the rowing machine. 

Her biggest fear would be exposing herself on the piercing table to a fully dressed older man, in such a vulnerable position. Worse still, if she wasn't sexually excited, Harold would have to induce this state with his fingers. I asked Darlene how she overcame this problem with her own father. Darlene smiled and told me that her dad was very experienced at this and had his ways.

Finally, the time arrived and we dropped the girls off at their shops on the way. Cat and I went into the studio, leaving a nervous Kate to look through the photos. I pointed out the ones that featured myself, and then Cat. Darlene featured in a later page, recognisable by her unique nipple studs. Harold had taken a full body photo of her, from toes to chin.

Harold gently urged Kate onto the table, encouraging her to look in the mirror as he examined her. Cat held her hand while I stood back, smiling encouragingly at Kate whenever our eyes met. Harold talked to her while he examined her, telling her how lucky she was to be blessed with such a generous clitoris and asking her to relax and allow her perfectly natural urges to prevail. He said that he needed to see her aroused state. He asked if she needed help in such a professional way that she complied without any further discomfort.

Harold spent time outside the room while he picked a suitable ring to adorn her clit, giving her a chance to decide whether to complete the job. She was impressed with the ring that Harold selected and agreed to complete the placement after only a few moment's indecision. This demonstrated her growing trust in all of us.

After a cup of tea and a friendly chat with Heather in their private quarters, we left in the car two hours later. Kate was in a euphoric mood, constantly checking her new placement as if she couldn't believe that it was still there. She knew that Lance would be proud of her new look, down there. She was already experiencing heightened awareness of her sexuality, her nipples hard and prominent under the material of her new toga. Unbeknown to my family I had bought her a waist chain as a reward for her bravery once the placement was done. 

I intended to give it to her as soon as we arrived home. 

Without prompting, Kate removed her clothing as we passed through the gate, anxious to please me and knowing that Lance may well be there when we arrived home. 

She appeared disappointed when she didn't see his car as we drove through the entrance to Rome but looked at her watch and resigned herself to waiting a little longer. When we walked in, Lance was sitting at the table with Des and Ken with photo albums all around them.

"Well! Look at you Kitty." He enthused as he rose to greet her. "I got away early and I've been here for over an hour, but seeing you looking like this has made it well worth the wait." 

Kate's eyes shone as she pointed out her recent addition, kissing Lance and showing the men her new jewellery, lightly pirouetting before her proud husband. I brought out the gift wrapped waist chain and told her how beautiful she looked. I suggested that she open the package to see if she liked the contents. Her earlier self-consciousness evaporated as she eagerly opened it and put it on.

She promised me emphatically that she would always wear the chain. 

"I've always loved that one that you wear, Barbara."

We left the couple inside while we prepared a Bar-B-Que lunch outside sure that they had a lot to talk about. We had given Kate permission to bring Lance's knowledge of our normal as well as sexual conventions around our home up to the point where repeating our preferences would be unnecessary. They were both staying the night with us.

Lance cornered me during one of my trips into the house and thanked me profusely for looking after Kate so well. He offered to contribute toward expenses. I shook my head at him and told him that we didn't expect, or need, a contribution but thanked him anyway. It was a nice thought and it showed his appreciation.

The Jet-Ski proved irresistible To Kate. Even though there were other craft out on the lake she rode behind me as passenger, hugging me tightly if another craft came uncomfortably within view. On these occasions she would shiver uncontrollably, either with fear or perhaps she was enjoying an orgasm. It was hard to tell which it was, but she was extremely excited upon our return to our private jetty. She was offered the opportunity to water-ski but made all kinds of unconvincing excuses, asking for a raincheck for now. I was so proud of her that I didn't force the issue. I knew that the Sunday meeting weighed heavily on her mind. She would be meeting three more younger men that were still total strangers to her, wearing no more than her new waist chain and clit ring. The thought still terrified her, although I had a quiet confidence that she would force herself to overcome her fears. 

She wanted to please Lance and I had noticed that even though she had been nervous, her nudity had excited her sexually. Her nipples were always hard and her body far more flushed with blood whenever she displayed her body. I thought back to my first meeting with Ken and Cat. I realised that she had a deep seated desire to exhibit but upbringing and social conditioning had been the main inhibiting factor in her shyness. It was a pity that Lance had not been much more masterful in the early stages of her marriage. By the time the dinner was due to be prepared, Kate was a little red in the areas not normally exposed to the elements. She readily offered to help Cathy and remained inside the house, giving me the chance to get to know Lance. 

He was totally overwhelmed by the changes to Kate and had spent three films in his camera while talking to Ken and Des about photographic technique. He also had other common interests that appealed to our two men. Des excused himself while he went to the studio to develop the shots in his camera. Lance was torn between going with him or staying with me at Rome. I took charge, suggesting that he give Ken and Des the films from his camera while he toured the lake with me on my Jet Ski.

"I've got so much to show you." I tempted him ambiguously with a welcoming smile as we walked to the Jet Ski.

Lance was nervous to hold on to me and initially sat further apart than normal, as if he was afraid of me noticing his semi erect penis. I encouraged him to enjoy the sensation of togetherness and soon sorted that problem out by reaching behind me with my free hand, as I relieved his tension. After that he was confident to press his penis against my bottom, hugging me as I opened up the throttle and sped around the lake. 

Before long, his erection returned and I raised my bottom to accommodate his growing member. The heated throbbing of his penis excited me as it strained against the cheeks of my bottom. I had decided to seduce him even before he began to caress my nipples and nibbled at my neck. Noticing that there were no other craft at the far side of the Lake, where the small waterfall was, I pulled in to the beach and tied the Jet Ski to the same branch I had used once before. Lance already knew the area, having explored it with Kate.

"I take it that you are now aware of our rules about sex?" I said innocently. "Did Kate tell you?"

To Be Continued...



Mistress Barbara Ch. 11



On a grassy area, within earshot of the waterfall, Lance looked into my eyes and kissed me tenderly. No words were needed as we sank to the ground and we made love in the open, an idyllic location, the two of us alone but for the bird calls of the wildlife. 

Lance was considerate and gentle, allowing me to control the action although his needs were urgent. I lowered myself down onto his big throbbing erection, using my love muscles to caress every inch of his member as I sank down further. His tongue flicked at my nipples as I deliberately brought them within his reach, leaning forward. I slowly moved my hips, teasing him by staying in the raised position for a longer period of time than usual. He firmly guided me back down onto his member and I was surprised by the strength of his fingers as he gripped my hips. He was desperate for release so I moved more quickly and rode him until I sensed that he was about to ejaculate. I stopped abruptly and rolled over on my back, keeping him inside me. 

"Not yet!" I whispered in his ear. 

Once I was sure that his moment of release had subsided slightly I urged him to continue. In the position that we were now in, we moved in unison until I couldn't possibly delay him any longer.

We climaxed simultaneously and lay together afterward, caressing one and other tenderly with our limbs entwined while we both subsided. Cat was right, he was a tremendous lover and I have to admit that I enjoyed satisfying his needs. I was amazed to discover that it was his first outdoor sexual encounter. We cleaned ourselves up under the waterfall and talked about our two families. 

Lance was surprisingly conventional in the lovemaking department and I realised how wrong my first impression of him had been. The recent spontaneous interlude had been sexually satisfying and emotionally gratifying in every way. 

I led him back to the Jet Ski, offering him the chance to drive me this time. His sense of humour was healthy and similar to mine. 

"I think that might be safer, in some ways." He smiled, his last words full of sexual innuendo. 

Des was already back when we returned and I realized that we had been absent for even longer than I thought. Some of today's photos were developed and in the excitement of viewing them I put my arm around Lances shoulders as we scanned the prints. Nobody commented on our absence but it was obvious that I knew Lance a lot more intimately than before. It wasn't long before the sleeping arrangements for the night were settled. Lance and Kate were entirely comfortable with our family's sensible sexual conventions, asking if there was room for us all to sleep together in the playroom. 

Happily, Kate experienced her first anal orgasm on the very first attempt. Over the course of the evening Kate became much more uninhibited sharing many tender moments with Cat and I as the men rejuvenated their libidos by watching us play. We had to be careful not to prolong Kate's healing process and we were looking forward to seeing her again when she revisited Harold for her final placing. 

Lance had promised her a jewelled ring, similar to mine, to enhance her pubic area. Even with the plain gold sleeper, Kate was already experiencing heightened awareness of her sexuality. She found orgasm readily achievable with only minimal stimulation. 

I suspected that her deep rooted inhibitions would diminish far more rapidly with the increase in her libido. While we were in the shower together she admitted that she had already told Angela that she was considering a piercing this weekend, discussing the benefits that she anticipated. She asked my permission to bring her to Maple Lake on her next visit, if she was willing. 

Kate explained that Lance's entire family were naturists, but when he met Kate he had bought the business at Angel falls and moved away from the family. A tragic road smash had left Angela an orphan at fifteen so Lance and Kate had offered to give her a job.

Prior to moving in with them she disliked city life and loved the solitude of Kate's home. She had lived with them for nearly three years before an attraction between them developed. 

Kate emphasised that it was Angela that had seduced her, as their bond grew, although Kate was initially embarrassed to allow her natural urges to flourish. Lance's relationship with Angela had always been platonic but they were very close friends. They had all discussed the developing relationship fully, prior to allowing it to go further. It was obvious to me that Kate was totally responsible and loved Angela very much.

Sunday was a nervous time for Kate while she awaited the arrival of Melissa's group. When the introductions were complete she sat with us under the shade of the tree, hardly distinguishable from the rest of us. We discussed the week's activities and I responded to queries arising from any personal or business advice asked of me. 

Lance and Kate joined in when I mentioned the tour buses at Angel Falls, that were the main source of the income that they enjoyed, at their tearooms. Lance was a goldmine of relevant information and we discussed ways to attract similar tours to Maple Lake. 

Lance mentioned that a strikingly designed building with interesting grounds close to the lake could attract trade such as his tearooms. He suggested the restaurant by the Lake, where I first met Melissa's group. Kent owned the freehold to that building and the lease was subject to renewal within the next year. An idea was beginning to emerge in my mind but I needed to discuss it more fully with Kent before committing or sharing it with the others. There was enough spare land to double the present size of the building if the lessee had the expertise or the drive needed to make it worth considering.

Lakeside was now fully built to the available land we owned at this point. 

Lance was overwhelmed, voicing superlatives as he looked around Kent's house. They rest of us carried on our normal activities as Rick eagerly looked through the photographs that Lance brought for him to look at. Kent welcomed them both before concentrating on Kate. He congratulated her on the remarkable changes that she had achieved since the first night that he met her. Kent told her that he would be proud to instruct her, as Master, if they could stay for the evening after dinner. 

Kate looked at me for approval first, before nodding her acceptance. 

"I'll try hard to be worthy of both of you. Mistress has explained what you expect of me, and it will be a joy to please you both." She gushed. "Lance and I are very grateful." 

Kent and I discussed Kate's dilemma with Angela. We both advised her not to rush the young lady, but to explain the advantages of our communal lifestyle and leave it to her to make the next move. 

I spent the rest of the night with Kent, discussing my idea for expanding the restaurant and increasing the return on his investment. The week after next was not as hectic as the previous week, enabling more time to be spent on the project. Kent agreed to leave any decision regarding the restaurant to my best judgement. 

An acceptable strategy was full formulated to deal with my idea. We intended to maximise our returns, providing a business opportunity for one of three possible operators. My first choice was obvious but plans for expansion would go ahead regardless.

Des was amazed when I outlined the plan to him, telling him that we would start as soon as we could obtain planning permission. That was a mere formality now that we had the council behind every move that we put before them. Tony was surprised by the extent of the expansion that we had in mind but promised to make my job a priority, as he always did. He felt that he could have the job done inside of the three month deadline that I set for that job.

By the end of the day I informed the current lessee about our plans. I gave him three options. Continuing the restaurant at its present size, selling his business to us, or taking on the whole complex at over treble the rent. He had told me that he was considering selling the business this autumn anyway because the business was on the verge of expansion and his wife couldn't handle another summer of being rushed off her feet. She didn't get on well with their staff and had talked him into selling before she had a breakdown. I told him that I needed an answer within a week, for preference. 

Meanwhile, Des organised the rapid planning and approval of plans. They came as no surprise to the council. We had already outlined the properties that were under-developed and told them that we may need their future consideration for approvals, six months previously. Cameron was to submit landscaping plans to minimise visual impact of the new proposal. 

When we all met to report on progress at Lakeside there was an envelope in my office from Reagan Carriers. I told Des to open it. Des was visibly shaking with excitement as he scanned the contents of the envelope. Among the many prints was a letter to me from Alf, thanking me yet again for making his day so memorable. In a moving tribute he had also enclosed two ankle bracelets, one for Cat as well as an engraved one for me. They looked expensive and I immediately tried mine on. It fitted perfectly and although I wasn't in the habit of wearing ankle jewellery I left it on as a reminder to Des of my integrity in telling him all about the incident. 

Cat loved her gift, vowing to wear it from the moment she tried it on. She rebuked Ken. 

"See what a girl has to do to get a piece of nice jewellery."

Wednesday morning, Margaret and Kent joined our family in a morning trip to Angel Falls, invited the previous morning by an excited Kate. She wanted us to talk to Angela about communal living in greater depth. Apparently, Angela had a large sum of money due to her in a trust account and had plans to invest in a partnership with Kate and Lance. The idea of community living, with people that cared about her, was extremely attractive to her. Like Caroline, she had made no plans to marry and was ambivalent with regard to children. They had obviously discussed the idea of our lifestyle with her and she was keen to find out more. Our multi generational well structured lifestyle, as described by Kate and Lance, was appealing to all of them. 

Margaret was anxious to advise her on the potential problems, as well as the benefits. She and Kent had encountered groups that pooled all their resources and were stuck in, less than satisfactory, later relationships. She wanted to emphasise the importance of maintaining separate financial accounts in any communal venture, maintaining Angela's independence if things didn't work out as she originally expected. I thought of all the deep philosophical questions that we had discussed, prior to joining Kent's family, and realised that her advice would be invaluable. I had persuaded her to join us on the impending visit. 

Under my guidance and Margaret's wisdom, Melissa's family had achieved a state of individual independence. They only continued to live together because they all wanted to. At any time one or more of them could have moved on, causing no disruption to the others within the group. The emotional bond was another matter.

Margaret was immediately impressed with the immaculate gardens when we parked and locked the car. We were ushered into the private quarters, amidst introductions to Angela. Kate had arranged staff to assist Lance with the day's business, leaving Angela free to spend the day with us. Kate didn't want Angela caught up in Lance's enthusiasm for our group lifestyle without careful objective advice from the people she respected, as her Masters. This proved her responsible attitude to the young lady that they had nurtured for three years. 

Kate made us comfortable in the lounge while we waited for Angela to bring our refreshments from the kitchen. I had already briefed Kate that it would not be necessary to show subservience during our visit but I noted that she was wearing the toga that I had presented her. 

It was clear to see that she was wearing no underwear at all. 

Angela impressed us as an independent, confident and most importantly intelligent girl. She exchanged pleasantries before asking me a series of well thought out and searching questions. She wanted to know all about Maple Lake and our lifestyle and conventions. 

Kate had told her about us in general terms, the practicalities of overall leadership and guidance by Kent and myself. 

She directed some interesting questions to Kent, which caught him by surprise. He didn't know how much Kate had told her about the BDSM based structure and etiquette that drew our families together as one unit. He asked her how she thought that mutual respect, emotional and physical safety of so many people could be guaranteed without an acknowledged leader. There had to be a willingness by the group to follow the directions of such a leader. It was a rhetorical question, carefully designed to assess the extent of her knowledge about our group. 

Her answer satisfied Kent that the girl was well adjusted and worthy of totally divulging the facts and information that would satisfy her. She impressed me as an extremely mature young lady, able to handle what we decided to tell her in spite of her sexual inexperience and young age. 

Kate took the men down the path to show them the falls, upon my suggestion. Cat excused herself to go as well but I held her back.

"Kate tells me that she respects and loves you dearly, Angela." I said, looking her in the eye. "What we are about to tell you must never be shared with anybody outside our families, or discussed with any of your other family members. Do you agree to keep this talk totally confidential and promise that whatever you think about joining us afterward, not to mention this confidence without our permission."

"Of course Barbara. Kate hasn't told me anything except that she and Lance share everything with you." She blushed, looking slightly embarrassed as she emphasised her description of group sex and love. "I have so many questions, but Kate told me that you would explain everything." Kent smiled and took Margaret outside to look at the gardens while I explained the whole structure of the combined family. I carefully acknowledged her limited sexual experience and assured her that nobody would ever force her to do anything that repulsed her, or would harm her. I told her that Melissa was only a year older than her but she was acknowledged as the leader of all our younger friends. I explained that they all interacted with us in the same way as we interacted with our older and wiser friends, indicating Kent and Margaret as they were strolling outside in the gardens. Cathy took her hand, gently explaining to her the profound delight that she felt at being part of the group of families. Angela listened intently while both of us explained how we had met Kate and been impressed by Kate's desire to be part of our group. 

Angela could see how Kate had benefited from the group's advice and guidance over the last few weeks. I apologised for seeking personal information from her the first time we met, but explained that it was entirely accidental that we had stumbled on Kate's home that day. 

Angela was equally frank and she told us all about herself. She expressed her desire to learn more and visit us, if we still wanted her to. She had been astounded in the changes to Kate's attitude to nudity and dress codes and thought she had changed for the better.

"I suppose I had better call you Mistress, should I Barbara." She said finally, signifying her willingness to progress to the next step.

"Not in public, thank you sweetie!" Explaining the informal conventions that we all adhered to. I smiled warmly at her.

While Cathy talked to her, I called Kent inside to continue the informative discussions with Angela.

When they sat down I noticed that Angela called Kent, Master. 

She carefully questioned Kent, showing him due respect, and before long she appeared happy and willing to visit us as a potential family member. Margaret then talked to her alone while the rest of us went outside. 

I spoke to Lance about my ideas for the development of the restaurant that Kent and I had discussed and brought them up to date with the current status of the lease and our timetable for completion. It would be something else for them to consider during the intervening weeks. I told them that they had first option to run a completely new operation at Maple Lake, if they chose to try it. 

We stayed for another two hours. It gave us the opportunity to answer their questions about the business proposal. Kate and Lance were keen but Angela was non committal until she saw the alternative that we were offering her family. She did say that it sounded wonderful and she was keen to see our home. 

I offered to take Angela back with us for a short holiday and Kate immediately agreed. I told her that she could stay in the boathouse or with the rest of us in the house, whatever she felt was more comfortable for her. Kate told her that she deserved as much time off as she wanted, telling her not to worry about them. They could keep the staff that had managed so well with the trade that day, until she returned. 

It was 3pm when we arrived at Maple Lake. I dropped Cat and Angela off at Lakeside with our men. I took Kent and Margaret back to their boat at Rome, giving me a chance to discuss Margaret's thoughts on the latest prospective member of our family. She was impressed with Angela's intellect and mature outlook on life, quite sure that no undue influence had played a part in her decision to investigate the offer further. She said that on a personal level, she liked the girl. Margaret and Kent both hoped that she would integrate well with all of us and decide on a future that allowed us to guide and develop her life with us. 

Kent pointed out that it was good to see younger people, ready to embrace communal living, eventually making a substantial contribution to the rest of us. He felt that Angela had as much leadership quality as Melissa, given the same guidance. He smiled at me.

"She could be as good as you with a few years training. You and I have to retire sooner or later you know." 

It was true that our family was now rapidly reaching the independent wealth level that I had envisaged two years ago as maybe taking five or ten years. It would soon be time to travel and enjoy the fruits of our labours. Kent had already spoken about taking Margaret on a world trip and he trusted me to take over all his responsibility with the rest of the clan. He had groomed me as his successor, just as Margaret had groomed Darlene to be the head designer for the company. 

As I drove back to Lakeside, I knew I had to groom my replacement. I wanted Cat to stay with me and Melissa was the only logical choice so far but she would require help to run our large organization, from a girl like Angela perhaps? She needed another pair of eyes and ears, in the same way that I needed Cat. 

In my absence, Cat had introduced Melissa and Darlene who had in turn introduced Angela to Caroline next door. The five of them were fully engaged in animated conversation when I pulled into my private parking area. Business was quiet that day and they were sitting outside the shop around a table, sipping tea, almost oblivious to my arrival. Melissa had already told Angela that I was their Mistress, crediting all her success on my business expertise and financial help. Angela regarded me in a new light with this revelation. She had wrongly assumed that Kent owned all the businesses and freehold properties that Kate had mentioned to her. 

I admitted that the move to Maple Lake had been my idea, but told her that the overriding reason for my success was summed up in few words; Integrity: Trust: Respect: Along with this I had the good fortune to be blessed with capable and willing assistance. It embraced all the people within our combined families to achieve the prosperity that we now enjoyed in every walk of our life.




Mistress Barbara Ch. 11



"Some of the world's wealthiest people couldn't be happier than I am right now." I philosophised with her. "It means more to me than any amount of money could ever buy." 

I excused myself from the others and took Angela on a quick tour of the complex at Lakeside. It was a matter of balance not to show her through our special showroom because she would soon see the decor at Kent's house. I intended to leave her with Margaret for the day, as we had two showings booked for tomorrow and both Cat and I would be very busy. Friday was another quiet day and I intended to spend all day with her and Cat, becoming better acquainted with her assessment of our lifestyle. 

Angela was impressed with the private gate and the fact that between us we owned all the land beyond this point. She undressed before we all got out of the car. In one deft motion she removed her dress and placed it on the car seat. The photos that Cat and I had seen hardly did justice to this beautiful nature child. She had no tan-lines at all and she stood as Cat and I appraised her body when we got out of the car. She had smaller, well-shaped breasts with prominent nipples that were perfectly proportionate to her petite figure. Her stomach was flat, with clearly defined muscular patterns and her legs were flawless. She was flushed with excitement. 

"I love being naked outside. I don't get the opportunity at home too often." She said with an innocent smile. "Kate told me that you never wear clothes at home." She looked at the serenity of the surroundings wide eyes. "It's lovely here."

"Would you like a swim with me?" I asked.

"If it's all the same with you, could I have a shower?" Angela asked coyly. "There's something I need to do." She qualified.

By the time I walked into the house Cat had dinner on and Angela had parted with the tiny tuft of pubic hair that she had maintained since becoming a woman, an inch above her clitoris. She had made the bold decision to be part of our group if we still wanted her. 

"I'll participate in sex with your men too, if they fancy me, but please ask them to be bit gentle. My only experience with my stepfather taught me that some men can be very rough." She said. "I believe that I'm bisexual because I enjoy sex with Kate. Lance didn't approve of incest, although I did ask him if he wanted me. He's not my real uncle!" Her voice trailed after the mention of incest and she looked at me in embarrassment, her face glowing bright red. "I've never done it with any other boys." She paused, looking for some reaction. "I hope you don't think I'm too forward Mistress, but I know you appreciate honesty because Cathy already told me that before I had my shower." 

I recovered quickly from my surprise and hugged her. I had explained earlier about the etiquette that we all observed for group sexual activity but wasn't expecting her to be so forthright about her own sexual history. Kate had told me the truth about Angela seducing her. That much was clearly obvious to me now.

"I guess you already know, but Cathy fancied you from the first day we met. I'm glad that you've been so honest though." I smiled at her welcomingly. "I don't suppose we need to show you the bedroom in the boathouse. Do we?" I added.

"No, Mistress." she confirmed with a shy smile.

"Just call us all by our names from now unless I instruct you otherwise." I said in a soft voice. "I think we understand each other well enough now Angie." I added affectionately. "You're a quick learner alright. You probably came on a bit strong to Lance from what I gather. Men need to think that they are in charge, even though it seems a bit silly to us sometimes." I winked at her knowingly. This girl certainly knew what she wanted in life. A little training in finesse was called for here. That, I could easily sort out. Tonight, when Des and Ken returned, she was willing to be integrated with us in the playroom. 

I rang Kate and told her that Angela was an enthusiastic pupil and I expected good results from her. She was pleasantly surprised and told me that Angela could stay, as long as we were prepared to have her. She had never had a break from them in three years. I told her that we would discuss the subject further when she and Lance visited next weekend. I called Angela to the phone and left the two of them to talk in private.

To Be Continued...



Mistress Barbara Ch. 12



Angela was born to community living. Although strong willed, she appeared to integrate well with all our families and was keen to please in every way. When Des came home Angela rushed outside to get her suitcase. I hardly had time to explain anything to them about Angela's rapid acceptance of our culture. Cat led her into the bedroom, adjacent to our large playroom and kept her occupied in conversation while I brought the men up to date. Both Ken and Des were pleased that she was to sleep with us, amenable to sex as Kate had been. 

After dinner Angela helped Cat clear up, totally at ease among all of us now. During the course of dinner I explained that I would be busy tomorrow, telling her that she could stay with Margaret until we picked her up for the evening meal. She accepted this without any question, mainly because she was keen to see the mansion and explore the grounds. She was just like a child in a sweet store, eagerly seeking information about the private areas that we enjoyed. She had relished the limited opportunities at Angel Falls to walk around nude allowing the elements to caress her whole body. She had implored Kate to tell her more about us but was frustrated by her strange secrecy. She was glad that we had been so open with her. She didn't consider herself as a child anymore. I promised fulfilment of all her desires, during her stay with us.

Angela proved to have very few sexual hang-ups, taking to group sex activity far more easily than I would have expected. Cat was euphoric when Angela eagerly returned her initial advances in their first sexual involvement. Angela was not inhibited in any way by the rest of my family. When Des indicated his desire to join in she welcomed his attention. Although she was reticent to try the anal approach she allowed him to lubricate her tiny rosebud, telling him to take it slowly. Her initial fears proved unfounded and although she didn't climax through his efforts, at first, she cheerfully allowed him to continue until he spent his seed inside her. She loved the freedom to experiment in a loving environment and was rewarded with multiple climaxes when she took her turn in our love seat.

The next morning we showed her around the property before taking the ski-boat over to Kent's house for our usual morning exercises with the others. Angela loved the amenities and took the opportunity to join the rest of the girls as they worked out and swam in the pool.

After a busy day, during which I often thought of Angela and how Margaret may be coping with her outgoing personality and numerous questions, I found myself eagerly looking forward to picking Angela up. I went over on the Jet Ski while Cat relaxed by the jetty. I saw her helping Cameron in the garden while Margaret was tending some shrubs, closer to the house. Margaret adored her, commenting that Angela was now convinced that the proposal to move to Maple Lake was the best thing that ever happened to her. 

"She's so adaptable, taking an interest in everything from gardening to my design studio." Lowering her voice, she confided; 

"She's got a real business head on her too, you know. We talked about the restaurant and our plans to expand. You should listen to some of her ideas. She's a real dynamo."

Praise like this was unusual from Margaret. She tended to be more cautionary and hesitant to accept change. My estimation of Angela as a visionary and a capable assistant in the future was now decided. Kent was right, yet again! 

One interesting piece of information did come to light. 

Margaret had spoken to her at some length about the benefits of our BDSM based discipline and obedience rules. During their conversation Margaret had the impression that Angela appeared to be well read on the subject. Margaret had the strangest feeling that Angela had influenced Lance and Kate into joining the Club at Taylor's Ridge, in some way. Margaret's intuition was normally unerring. It would certainly explain Angela's rapid assimilation and acceptance of our unconventional way of life. The idea seemed preposterous, given her age and relative sexual inexperience. It was food for thought. 

I called Angela toward us.

I took Angela back to Rome, showing her how the Jet Ski operated. I encouraged her to try driving me around the immediate area. She was quickly driving the machine like an expert, throttling up and doing tight turns with no problem. I told her to practice on her own for a while. Cat and I watched while she took off, noting her agility in shifting her weight to make turns seem effortless. By any standards she was quite beautiful. During our morning workout she had energy to spare as she tried all the equipment in the gym and she was an accomplished swimmer.

"She's blending right in to our family." I commented.

She squeezed my arm. 

"We'll just have to make sure that the other tenant decides to sell his interest in the restaurant, Barb. I know Angela would be keen to take it on." 

Cat was right, tomorrow we should show Angela through the premises and let her have some input toward the new development. It may give me the opportunity to test Margaret's theory. 

I thought of Kate, how she had seemed so nervous when referring to Angela or her background. Angela had seduced her, she had emphasised. Certainly the innocent young lady had the leadership qualities and basic intelligence combined with an extraordinary lack of sexual inhibition. Last night she had joined with us in a wide variety of sex acts, apparently enjoying the experience as much as we did. 

She was a delightful addition to our conventional repertoire of group activity, making herself available to both sexes. In deference to her age, we had refrained from what may have been considered more unusual activity. 

I made up my mind that we should all go out to the restaurant for dinner tonight, when the men arrived home. I gave Angela a choice of three suitable togas to wear. She tried them all before selecting one, similar in length to the ones that Cat and I worn on our first visit to Angel Falls as the most suitable. It was one that required care in windy situations but was otherwise decent to wear in public. 

There weren't an enormous number of other patrons at dinner but for the time of the week it was busy enough. The lessee's wife doubled as waitress during weekdays and her husband did most of the cooking. They had a staff of ten available during the busier holiday periods but tonight there was only two in evidence. She was surprised to see us because she knew we owned Lakeside, with its vastly superior facilities and variety of light entertainment. 

We walked around after the orders were placed, noting the general presentation of the premises and the magnificent lake views from the outdoor tables on the rear terrace of the building. Although the basic furniture was clean, some of the other decor items had outlived their usefulness in an upmarket operation. I already knew that the kitchen equipment was dated and in need of replacement. It was fine for a day operation but would need substantial upgrading to attract the kind of business that Lakeside now catered to. 

Entertainment consisted of piped music and a folk guitarist on Saturday evening. There was no dance floor, or even a small stage. 

Even now, there was no toilet facilities downstairs. I had found that out to my embarrassment on my very first visit with Des. Ladies still had to walk up open treaded stairs to the mezzanine facilities. 

Angela wasn't intimidated. She returned after a few minutes, just as our meals were served. For the duration of the meal and later, over drinks, Angela outlined her thoughts on the potential she saw. Following renovations, as we had outlined them to her, she felt that the business was a good opportunity for Lance and Kate. She casually mentioned the difficult access to the restrooms. 

This brought a predictable response from Des as he recalled our first visit, telling the story from his point of view. I detected more that a hint of interest from Angela as Des told the story of my early discomfort with public exhibitionism and how he helped me overcome it. By the time we were ready to go, the lessee had sent a message asking if he might speak to me privately. 

I told them I would call in tomorrow morning if that suited them, on my way into town. Des paid the bill later on and the lessee's wife gave him a manila envelope addressed to me, asking him to show it to me before the morning's scheduled meeting. In spite of the fact that I had mentioned a week as being the deadline for a decision, the large envelope contained most of the figures I needed to assess a fair price for the business. I hadn't gone there to pressure him in any way but it seemed that the lessees had made up their minds to sell, indicating that I should prepare to negotiate at tomorrow's meeting. 

Our intention had been to proceed to Lakeside after dinner but the contents of the envelope needed our attention. Angela was more than willing to discuss the information with me. She had marvelled at the potential of the lakefront business, in the right hands. 

She told me Lance had mentioned the restaurant specifically when he came back from his last holiday at Maple Lake. Lance had realised for some time that the limits of his existing business were already reached. I told her that he had also brought the matter to my attention at last Sunday's meeting. What he hadn't been aware of, at that time, was the possibility that the lease may be coming up for sale. I had indicated to him on Wednesday that he would have first option if the present tenants wished to sell. 

The turnover figures showed a steady increase, in line with our other business interests. It was noticeable that the profit had fallen over the last year, disproportionately to normal considerations. I was amazed that Angela picked the reason straight away. 

"It look like the staff haven't been too honest with them." She said grimly. "Maybe the owners have been dipping too often." 

I was glad Angela didn't work as a tax auditor because her instincts were remarkably astute and she quickly understood the only cogent reason for this discrepancy. When we finished analysing the books we looked at the equipment valuations and the goodwill figures suggested by the current lessee. Considering all factors the price that they asked was reasonable, leaving room for minor negotiation over some of the plant and equipment. 

They certainly wanted a quick sale if we could arrange it. Unlike so many of the other business operator's propositions in town, this one was priced to sell quickly. Angela was quick to get on the phone and speak to Lance. She told him that she had seen the figures and was sure that they could handle the transition over the time frame for moving in, if they wanted to move. I saw her listen for a while, then with growing excitement and a wide smile she handed me the phone.

Lance told me that he had a local buyer in mind for his business. He asked me to let him know the final price. 

"I'm happy to let Angela negotiate on our behalf, meanwhile. She speaks for all of us." Lance confided.

I was starting to believe Margaret's theory, based on my observations the previous night. 

We walked into the restaurant the next day and I introduced Angela. Angela immediately put Darren, the lessee, on notice that the business was not performing to the standards she would expect. She said that those assumptions were based on the figures supplied to us thus far. She asked him for his deposit books and verification of the figures that he had already supplied, over the last year. She looked at them and handed them back, appearing to be satisfied with what she saw.

She walked through the kitchen, itemising the various plant that was overdue for replacement and checking his health certificate for the date of renewal. She correctly pointed out that costs of compliance with current regulations were going to be expensive for any new operator. As far as she could see there would need to be adjustments on their suggested asking price if she was going to recommend the purchase. Then to Darren's obvious relief she softened her voice, smiling as she spoke. 

"But I don't need to tell an experienced operator like you that. Do I Sir? I'm sure we can work out a fair price for a speedy resolution and a mutually satisfying conclusion." 

Darren was obviously aware now that Angela knew her business and he suggested she make him an offer more in line with her expectations. He asked her to bear in mind the potential that the restaurant offered by it's location and the planned additions which would increase the turnover in the future.

Angela sighed and gave him the figure that she had in mind, telling him that she was talking cash and offering to take over within the month if that suited him. She added that she wouldn't require them to stay on for the usual training period of an extra month as she had skilled staff at her disposal. She said that she was prepared to re-interview the existing casual staff to see if they met her standards. By this time Darren's wife had been in the room for a while and was looking at him expectantly for an answer, scarcely daring to believe that they were within a whisker of selling so soon and ending her torture as she saw it. Running the restaurant had taken it's toll on her patience, very nearly ending their marriage.

After shifting awkwardly and looking at his wife for a few minutes, he agreed to Angela's terms without attempting to raise her offer.

We all shook hands and they agreed to sign the documents that Angela offered him. Des had drawn up the agreement, with Angela as nominee for a company to be formed. Darren looked at me and I signed as guarantor for the funds that they would receive within the month.

The sum was Ten thousand dollars below the price I had been prepared to authorise and I hadn't said a word throughout the two-hour process. I had been prepared to take over the negotiations at any time that it became necessary but I wanted to see Angela in action. I had been thrilled by the deft way that Angela had handled the older couple and decided to leave her to it. Angela definitely had a bright future within our community, as a potential leader. 

Angela rang Lance at midday and spoke to him at length in my office. Margaret had been right. Angela was the guiding force behind Lance and Kate, although she would always call them her boss. I was proud to train her as my assistant, along with Cat of course. Throughout the conversation she sat opposite me in the preferred submissive way and looked at me for approval before she made the arrangements with Lance to go ahead and sell their tearooms. I had already agreed to lease them the other property, that adjoined Rome, for a year. I intended to give them a right of purchase at valuation when they could probably afford to buy it, at the end of the lease. It was not as private as Rome, being next to the reserve at the end of the public road, but they wouldn't be spending much time there anyway. 

I made up my mind to show her our special auditorium, with its unique decor, before we went back to Rome. This young lady was definitely no child, taking a keen interest in the costumes while she helped me tidy and rearrange the dressing room. Angela loved the costumes and accessories. 

"Why don't you try one on and show me how you would persuade a buyer to stock it." I suggested.

She tried on three costumes and showed to an imaginary audience out on the catwalk. With her natural grace and beauty I could see that training her should prove to be worthwhile. She appeared to have a special presence when wearing the erotic gear so I called Rick in to watch her at work. Rick asked her if she had ever done any modelling before, apart from acting as Lance's model in the photos he had seen. Angela sat on his knee and played to him, as though he was a client. 

"No sir, but I would really like to try modelling these lovely costumes. They feel so sexy." 

She was totally turned on, her body flushed with excitement brought on by the environment of the room and the sexually revealing nature of the costume. With an appreciative crowd and proper lighting and makeup she would be sensational. None of our other girls were as ready as Angela to convey the eroticism necessary to show these garments to their best advantage. My understudy was going to be very popular at our future showings. 

She was delighted when I told her that she could model at our next showing on Tuesday and we would pay her top rates. I wanted Kent to see her in action to confirm my assessment of her potential. I told her that Cathy and I had started as models and we now had a fifty-percent interest in the entire organization. I told her that once the restaurant was performing under management I would train her for an even more exciting position within Kent's Creations and expand our range of product currently available. 

After lunch we took her to see Harold. She had pleaded for a piercing to match the one now decorating Kate's clitoris. She wanted nipple rings but I advised her to wait until Kate came over. Harold examined Angela and after ringing Kate and speaking to Lance he completed the procedure without further delay. He complemented Angela and gave her the usual warnings about infection as soon as the ring was in place. 

The rest of the afternoon vanished as we told all our families the news about the restaurant deal and Angela's new piercing. She was on top of the world, uncomplaining about any pain she may have been feeling from her procedure. She didn't feel out of place anymore by being the only lady in the family without a piercing. 

I showed her through the property that we intended to use as their home base and promised to improve the facilities after Tony finished the alterations to the business property. She seemed more than happy to rough it in the meanwhile. It was a much larger house than their present accommodation but nowhere nearly as palatial in its decor. The view of the lake compensated for that in her mind. 

It wasn't till Monday evening that Lance rang with the news that his buyer had spent the weekend checking out the books and had made an acceptable offer to take over the business. Angela was slightly upset that she might have to help the new people for two weeks. She knew that it was the only way that Lance could accommodate the new couple when they moved into the tearooms and he and Kate moved to Maple Lake. He told Angela that she could stay with us for another two weeks as long as that was suitable to us. Meanwhile, they would shift some furniture to the new rental property the following weekend. 

Angela seemed happy with the compromise, only concerned that she may be letting me down by not being able to model for me while she was away. I smiled and told her that Cat and I would manage meanwhile. After all we still wouldn't know, until tomorrow, whether she could handle a real audience. Quietly, I was confident that she would. Cat and I had noticed Angela's increased sexual awareness since her procedure. She was going to put fresh interest among the buyers for some time to come.

Kent spent time with Angela on Tuesday morning, prior to our show and agreed with me that we should allow her to show at least four of the items on our schedule. They were progressively more daring in nature. He had put Angela on the catwalk with some lingerie items in an earlier show. He hadn't been disappointed by her presentation skills, despite her inexperience. She had played to the audience, with Jill and Caroline, so well that sales following their presentation, were up slightly on our normal expectations. I had watched her and she seemed to enjoy the attention, smiling continuously when she was on stage. Rick took some publicity shots and seemed confident of her photogenic qualities. She was popular with the other girls too. 




Mistress Barbara Ch. 12



I warned her not to mention the afternoon show with us, fearing a degree of petty jealousy. If things worked out, I intended to feign illness as the reason for putting her in my show at a time when the others were unavailable to take my place. 

Only Caroline had been particularly keen to get a chance but she was busy in the afternoon in sole charge of the studio. I intended to give her a chance the following week if Angela proved herself worthy.

To Be Continued... 



Mistress Barbara Ch. 13



All the audience at the showing were regulars. They were pleasantly surprised to see a new model that projected her sexuality even more as the costumes became less modest. I had no doubt that Angela would be a popular regular model with us and the final applause, as the three of us left the stage, was very encouraging. In my experience the finale usually set the mood for the sales that followed. An hour later, we knew that the clients loved the new format and most of the regulars asked if we were going to continue this from now on. Kent was very pleased and told me that he thought we should retain the new format and reduce our own workload. He went backstage to see Angela with the news that she had a regular job if she wanted it.

The following weeks saw Angela and Caroline in serious training to show the new range of gear, alternating with Cat and I as we changed the format to suit four different models. Our understudies were soon able to coax the audience into increasing their orders, just as they did when Cat and I showed the garments exclusively. 

The takeover of the restaurant had happened only three weeks ago but it hadn't affected Angela's duties. She organised everything so well that after the redevelopment work started Lance was able to spare time with Kate to supervise their minor changes to our plan. The main kitchen and bar facilities were upgraded to suit the operation of a separate reception lounge from the restaurant. This saved expensive duplication and additional staff. Her idea of having an evening once a week for the local business people took off well and proved more profitable than anybody expected. Many of the business people became regular customers during the rest of the week on a new membership discount system that she devised. At a time of the year when staffing had been retrenched under Darren's management, Angela had increased the hours of her casual staff to full time work. 

Although the initial weeks of redevelopment were rather hectic for all of us, I still found time to arrange for Karl to spend a few days with us on his next visit. He had kept in touch regularly and was looking forward to meeting all the members of our family. I organised his arrival in such a way that Cat and I could spend all day with him for five consecutive days, before our commitment to the next showing. 

Angela didn't know about anything our intimate friendship with Kurt so it was a perfect opportunity to test Angela's resolve to please us. The pleasure in humiliation is a strange phenomenon, entirely subjective and having its roots deep within our human psyche. I suspected that Angela would be more like me and challenge herself to accept Kent's control in an otherwise untenable situation.

"Kent has our biggest buyer arriving this week." I mentioned. "You know, the one that Kent showed me off to last time he was here."

"Do you normally entertain him that way?" She asked, excitedly.

The lurid details that I had told her had inflamed her imagination.

"I hope so." I paused "Perhaps you could help me this time? Remember, you can always refuse."

"If you can do it, so can I." She laughed lightly. "You made it sound like a lot of fun."

Thursday morning, I made sure Angela was kept busy at Lakeside while Cat and I went to the Airport to meet Kurt and brought him to Rome for his stay. We put his luggage in the boathouse before taking him to the morning showing of lingerie and swimwear, where Angela was due to model before the afternoon BDSM showing at 2pm. 

Kent entertained him during the lunch break and introduced Kurt to Angela as an important client who stocked our entire product range, making sure that she knew the importance of pleasing Kurt in every way possible. It had been the first time that Kent had personally introduced her to any client. I told her that Kurt always loved to gently tease my nipples, albeit discretely, and I expected him to do the same with her. 

"No worries." She confided. "He's quite a catch." She giggled.

Halfway through the show I was pleased to note that Angela appeared more sexually excited that usual and was constantly aroused on her return to the dressing room. Kent asked Angela to stay in costume while we dealt with the orders, telling her that he would call her when he was ready. I changed into my toga and helped out while we took orders and dealt with all the regular buyers until only Kurt remained in the room with Kent and I. Angela looked nervous when I asked her to come out into the auditorium and take instructions from Kent. By now, she had some idea of what may lay ahead. 

Angela watched, wide eyed, as Kurt inspected my genitals and inserted his lubricated finger into my rectum. If Angela had any doubts that this pleased me, I'm sure that my reaction to his touch dispelled those doubts. Kurt then asked if Angela could take my place. Angela looked at me and I nodded imperceptibly. Obediently she lay back with her legs open and raised as Kurt lubricated her bottom, opened the lips of her vagina and flicked idly at her clit ring with his index finger. Angela moaned with pleasure and relaxed as Kurt expertly brought her to orgasm. She peaked, then lay shuddering, Kurt turned to Kent, complementing him on finding such a gorgeous new model.

"Is she fully experienced yet?" He smiled at me. "Like Mistress Barbara and Cathy."

"Still in training at this point." Kent replied as he took off his shirt. "She seems to like you. Perhaps you can help?" He invited. 

Her determination to please came perilously close to faltering when Kurt asked Kent, in somewhat cruder terms, if he might penetrate her bottom with his penis. As the two men discussed the merits of anal sex and their various techniques she tried desperately to make eye contact with me. While Kurt had been removing his clothing in order to penetrate Angela, she had noticed Kent being brought to his full erection by my oral technique. Kurt hadn't needed any additional help as Angela's vulnerable naked body had already provided quite enough. He advanced toward her with a contented smile on his face. Now naked and ready for action, his engorged penis appearing larger by his lack of pubic hair, there could be no doubt in her mind of his intention. 

Angela was horrified when I assumed a suitable position on the next table, ready for anal penetration and smiled at her. She tried to see what was happening but was told to remain in her present position in one of Kent's most commanding voices. 

"We don't want to upset Mr Weller now, do we? Just when you are doing so well."

"No Master!" She replied weakly, as Kurt positioned himself for anal entry. She was fighting back the tears of frustration that I knew her to be feeling by now. I had instructed her well and as Kurt entered her trembling bottom she put her faith in me to the ultimate test. I had always emphasised that faith in her Master's judgement was expected without question. I also require a degree of domination by someone I respect in order to submit to something that I may find degrading at first. The pride and the sense of accomplishment that I feel afterward surpasses description. The reasons for these phenomena eluded me but I could tell that it was the same for Angela. As Kurt gently pressed his penis fully inside her bottom, Angela gasped and climaxed unashamedly before our eyes. The newly released tension had left her limp and powerless. The frightened confusion in her eyes had been replaced by helpless acceptance. Kurt gradually became more animated in his movements and then ejaculated deep inside her. 

By this time Kent was rewarding me in the usual way with small but sensual movements, the full length of his inflamed penis lodged in my bottom. I was unable to see Angela's face at this point and of course my concentration was fully occupied by my own pleasure until Kent finally erupted within me.

Poor Angela was waiting for further direction, long after Kurt had withdrawn his penis, still in the same humiliating position. She was almost in tears as the events of the last half-hour or so sank in. 

I had asked Kurt to play along with our little test until later that night so he had left Angela like that while he went into the dressing room to clean himself up. He was fully dressed by the time Kent and I finished making love. 

Kurt thanked Kent for his hospitality, as if he had just finished a cup of coffee, and left the room without a backward glance at Angela. Kent showered next while I helped Angela to her feet and kissed her. "I'm so proud of you for not using the safe word." I glowed.

She picked up her shoes and followed me into the dressing room. She looked miserable and confused. Angela perked up slightly after I showered with her and told her how much she had pleased me and even more importantly, Kent. She had many mixed feelings as she sought my reassurance that Kurt was indeed as free of disease as he claimed to be and asked for my advice. 

"Kent doesn't normally allow unprotected penetration if he's not absolutely sure of the safety in allowing it to happen, darling." I smiled wistfully and told her all about my night at the Club and how I later found out exactly what happened. I swore her to secrecy. I was actually playing for time because I knew that Kent would be taking Kurt back to Rome. Perhaps he would even be showing him around his mansion on the other side of the lake. 

Angela was unusually quiet when we all drove home later. She didn't even ask to call in at the restaurant on the way, as she normally did. She helped Cat in the kitchen while I excused myself to go for a swim in the lake. Kurt wasn't in the boathouse so I took the ski boat over to Kent's house and picked him up. 

Angela was flabbergasted when I walked into the house with Kurt, now naked, as we all were. I introduced him as our dearest friend from Australia. 

"You're not even a client? She gasped without thinking. Then she laughingly hugged him. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" 

She looked at Kurt in a whole new light as they talked.

"I felt terrible deceiving you like that, Angela, but I did enjoy myself and I do hope that you forgive me. Kent has always enjoyed role-playing. I see that Barbara seems to enjoy it just as much." As he spoke he winked at me with a knowing look. 

Kurt looked younger than his forty odd years as he looked back at Angela inquiringly. "Am I forgiven?" 

A wave of relief swept over Angela. 

"Of course you are, Kurt. I hope you are staying for dinner." 

Naturally, Angela was delighted when Kurt mentioned that he was staying with us for a few days. We had a great evening and Angela made a huge fuss of Kurt as we caught up on the events here, and in Australia, over the last three months. 

We were still talking when Kate and Lance closed up the restaurant and came over when they saw all our lights on. Normally they didn't disturb us but they were thrilled to meet Kurt when they realised that he had been our holiday host in Australia. Kate gave us all some valuable suggestions regarding things to see and do within a days drive of Maple lake. Lance had photos of the scenic highlights and I realised that there would be more than enough to keep us busy over the duration of Kurt's stay with us. While there were no camel rides or exotic theme parks, there was water rafting experiences within a day's reach of Maple Lake. We thought that we might investigate some of these during his stay. 

First and foremost there were a number of scenic attractions right here that we would enjoy showing Kurt. Although he had been in Maple Lake several times his knowledge of the local area had been confined to the view from his motel room and one of the local restaurants. It was such a pity that I hadn't got to know him earlier. He would have noticed all the changes since we moved here. 

Our playroom was roomy enough to accommodate all of us for sleeping, as well as sexual interaction. I'm sure Kurt enjoyed the unique opportunity to surrender to sexual abandon with so many other people. His life in Queensland had been fairly conventional, whilst he was married to his wife, but after her death he hadn't had full sexual contact with any another person until our trip to Australia. He was totally compatible with our lifestyle. 

He told me, when I met him at the airport, that he had been counting the days as his trip approached. I told him all about Kate and Angela in the hope that he may experience a special bond with Angela and make even more frequent visits to Maple Lake as a result. Although there was a large age gap Angela appeared to be a lot more willing to enjoy sex with older men. This was quite common amongst young ladies who were intellectually mature beyond their age, such as Angela.

It was always interesting to observe the difference between sexual enjoyment and emotional compatibility during group encounters. Over the first night I noted that Kurt and Angela went to sleep in each others arms. This usually indicated an intellectual as well as a physical attraction between two partners. I had noticed this sort of phenomena throughout the time my family had been involved in group sexual activity. Margaret and I had often talked about it at some length and we both realised that it was very common amongst our families. I made up my mind to encourage their relationship during the next week, speculating that Kurt may have been the main reason that Angela had been so introspective on the way home. She changed her mood so radically once she realised that Kurt was an old friend of ours. 

It was refreshing to see our town from Kurt's perspective and gain insight through the opinions of our friend. Angela showed Kurt the restaurant and told him what she planned to do with the complex once the redevelopments were further completed. She accepted his advice and constructive criticisms with eagerness. We all stayed for lunch before showing Kurt around the other side of the lake by Jet Skis. 

We spent a very pleasant afternoon exploring the tranquil area by the small waterfall, then left Angela with Kurt while Cat and I went back to Rome to prepare dinner. We had taken two Jet Skis so that we could leave Angela to bring Kurt back a little later. We made a point of telling her that dinner wouldn't be served for another hour. 

Cat had noticed the attraction between Kurt and Angela by now and as we prepared dinner, she suggested allowing her to take Kurt to Angel falls for a trip. There would be time for this while we had our usual Sunday meeting the next morning. 

It had been a deliberate move on my part, to leave them alone on the other side of the lake so that they could enjoy each other without the rest of us around. Both Kurt and Angela were no strangers to the idea of having sex in the company of others by now but we all enjoy a little bit of true intimacy from time to time. I remain an incurable romantic. 

I have favoured partners but I would never deny other family members the pleasure that I am able to bring them, simply by sharing my body with them. I see this as the biggest advantage of our way of life and I know they all feel the same way. As their Mistress, the others share their innermost thoughts with me. It is a privilege to counsel, and as a last resort instruct them to ignore individual preferences in favour of the common good of the group. There are times when we have all wondered at how there are not many arguments among us as a group. Many similar groups have been torn apart by jealousy and have come apart at the seams because of group financial pressures or individual discontent. The main difference in our group is that the leaders all have a particularly good source of income. If any minor displeasure emerges among the group, the individual's reason must be balanced against the overall good of remaining within the group. Inevitably, compromises are made to ensure that the benefits that we have all achieved are preserved and enhanced. Sexual satisfaction is central to keeping everybody contented, but financial security is also important to most of them. 

Love and gratitude was evident later when Angela and I had a moment alone. Angela looked at me and apologised for doubting my judgement on Thursday afternoon. 

"I should have known better, Mistress and I promise to do what you ask in future. I'll never question your judgement again." She confirmed. Then she rushed back to sit with Kurt at the dining table.

Early next morning, Angela packed a brief toga into the BMW, along with Kurt's camera and some maps. Kurt drove away from Rome with Angela, naked and beside him in the passenger's seat in the same way I had been with Des on our first trip to Maple Lake. They were going to have a great time and I was pleased for them both. Kurt had been invited to our normal Sunday evening at Kent's house had promised to be back in time for dinner, beforehand. He was looking forward to the subsequent group session in the huge playroom. Kate too, had noticed Angela's interest in Kurt since he arrived. 

"I have the strangest feeling that the interest is entirely mutual!" I assured her. 

Our plan was to spend Monday night away at the lodge that Kate had suggested, four hours drive from here. It was quite an upmarket operation offering a wide range of leisure activity. Lance had shown us photos and Kurt agreed that it would give us the opportunity to see some scenery, entirely different from anything available in Queensland. Kurt rang Australia from Kent's office and changed his plans to facilitate a longer stay with us. He was in the office for longer than I expected and on his return he was grinning broadly. "You might have to put up with me for another week, Barbara. 

Don't tell Angela yet! I want to surprise her when we get back from the trip." He pleaded. "I think we've really hit it off and I would really like to stay on a bit longer, if that's alright with you guys of course?"

"We wouldn't mind if you stayed forever Kurt. It's a pity you have to go back at all as far as we're concerned. I suspect Angela loves you as much as we do!" 

"You must know that you are now part of our family!" Cathy said as she hugged him.

"That's for sure!" Kent chimed in. "Stay as long as you want Kurt."

Kurt was dumbstruck. He just nodded and thanked us all, actually quite emotional as he fought back tears of happiness. Although his relationship with us had been primarily business I believe the last few days had changed that, in his eyes too. He had bonded with us again, emotionally as much as sexually, especially last night. We had all made it clear that he was more than just a friend. 

We had an early lunch, during which Cat and I kept our word to Kurt and gave no hint of the news that he was staying longer than planned. 

Kurt asked if we could go past the airport on the way, to check his flight, before going on to our destination. I thought that this might be going a bit far, but agreed, giving him a look that may well have killed a lesser man. 

On the way to the airport Kurt seemed preoccupied and Angela snuggled up to him. Ken pulled up outside the main terminal and Kurt dashed inside while we waited in a temporary park across the road. He came out a little later with a sheaf of paperwork and a map of the airport facilities. He asked Ken to go to the Aero Club, marked on his map. He told us that he had to meet someone there. We arrived just in time to see an old Iroquois helicopter start up, across the road from the car park. This mystery person that Kurt had to see was waving to him so we parked in the parking facility that he indicated. Kurt asked Ken to unpack the car and transfer all our luggage to the trolley that the man was standing beside. I expressed surprise.

"Hope you don't mind, Barbara." Kurt turned to me as he helped Ken. "I chartered a big helicopter to take us there and back. It only takes half an hour to get to that lodge this way." His eyes twinkled mischievously. "More time for some fun along the way."




Mistress Barbara Ch. 13



If we wished, we were now able to see all of the surrounding district on the way. I remembered the smaller helicopter that we used to hire. Although it had been more modern it only took four passengers. I had discounted the idea of using air transport altogether. Angela was the only one among us who had not experienced flying. She seemed thrilled that Kurt had thought of the idea.

"I'm Graham." The man shook my hand. "Your car will be safe at this car park for two or three days." He assured me.

We followed Graham's trolley over toward the steps of the Iroquois to get inside. The wind was lifting our togas. 

"Hold your clothes down, ladies." Graham advised. "The backwash

might tear those dresses of yours apart." He warned.

We made our way under the huge rotors. The interior of the craft had been modernised and there were ten comfortable passenger seats for us to use. These were separated from the pilots compartment, beyond the double entrance doors. The convex windows allowed the passengers to see directly below the flight path of the chopper. Once our luggage was stowed the doors were shut, considerably deadening the sound of the motors, it was possible to speak. Graham made sure that we were all comfortably seated and had our headsets on before adjourning to the co-pilots seat and clearing the pilot to take off. 

Less that an hour after leaving Maple Lake we were in the air and flying around the district at fifteen hundred feet. The pilot gave a running commentary on the various points of interest as we left. 

Kurt spoke into the microphone to the pilot. 

"We'll do the first shoot at that trig station that you told me about, Neville." He looked at Des. "We've got another surprise for you, before we get there." He whispered in Des's ear. An evil grin creased Des's face as Kurt whispered.

TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW: {If the voting warrants it}

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AUTHOR'S NOTE. Don't miss tomorrow's chapter, assuming those mouses are working well. Some of you have been forgetting to vote lately. You have an important job to do, 'least we forget'. 

-Mistress Barbara. 

Quote: "Every benefit to mankind originated in somebody's fantasy world at some point in time." 



Mistress Barbara Ch. 14



Kurt had even organised the return flight so that we could spend more time at the lodge on Wednesday morning. The helicopter would drop the rest of us off at Maple Lake beside our property, well before 1pm. The crew were taking Ken back to the airport with them, to drop the convertible back to Lakeside or Rome. Now I understood why Kurt had been talking to Kent and Margaret. Kent had been pointing out all the possible landing areas for the larger Iroquois helicopter that Kurt had hired. On reflection, Graham hadn't seemed too surprised when he buckled us in. He must have noticed that we weren't wearing panties or bras. He had been a perfect gentleman, even advising us to hold our skirts as we approached the Iroquois and he had looked away as we sat in the seats. Cathy and Angela had both been much too excited to notice but I had thought it odd not to get the usual salacious look from men that I exposed myself to, accidentally or otherwise. 

Before long the Iroquois descended, landing on a remote trig station with views that seemed to go on forever. Beside the machine there was a monument, built of natural stone. Kurt handed Des his camera and grabbed his own from the luggage rack while Graham opened the double door and folded down the steps, in readiness for us to get out of the chopper. Des nodded toward me with an eager smile. I hoped that I had read the situation correctly as I got out of my seat.

Removing my toga, I placed it on the seat before stepping out of the chopper. I was totally naked apart from my waist chain when I walked down the steps. Graham let out a low whistle of approval as the girls both followed suit behind me. 

Without telling our men, Kurt had obviously chosen locations before we arrived at the airport. Des placed us with the pilots, the chopper and the views in the background, for his shots. 

"We've still some more locations to visit." Kurt explained with a smile. "I told the pilots that we're doing a calendar for next year and I made sure that the crew were willing to accept nudity when I booked the flight." He confided as we got back in.

"You might have told us." I chided him with a warm smile. 

We put away our dresses after the first location. It seemed silly to put them on during the flights when we were airborne for only short periods of time. We reached the third location and we were friendly enough with the crew to discuss future uses for the Iroquois. Graham suggested an attraction at Maple lake to rival my Naked Mile events for publicity and daring. 

"The Iroquois is suitable for parachute or bungie cord jumping, you realise?" He gave me his card when we got back into the chopper. 

The fourth location was at a lake above our destination, which held the water for the rapids which flowed past the Lodge. It was remote countryside with horseback access only. This could be clearly seen as we circled the area before landing. The helicopter landed in a small clearing on the far side of the lake. 

Neville shut down the motors for the first time since takeoff and brought out some refreshments in a picnic hamper. 

"We use this spot as a stopping point for other charters." He pointed out a trail which led to a waterfall that ran down the rocky slopes to feed the lake. The rock formations were multi-coloured and there were several ideal locations to suit a photographic shoot. 

While the crew laid out the picnic, Des posed us by the rocky shores of the lake. He removed his clothing and waded into the lake to take a background shot of the helicopter. The altitude caused the water temperature to be much lower than Maple Lake. Cat made fun of Des's shrunken state and before long we were all laughing and joking about it. We discussed the perils of obtaining the perfect photograph with our friendly crew over hot drinks and sandwiches. The tea break was welcome and the crew joined into our conversation. It was a novel experience to be nude and talking business at the same time, with two recent strangers. When our discussion centred on our activities in Maple lake it became apparent that Graham had attended the water-ski event. Angela told him all about the restaurant and the changes that she had achieved. Neville came up with several new ideas which could involve his skills. He mentioned that they were quite amenable to providing cheaper rates in order to get regular work. There was real possibility of basing his operation at Maple Lake if his ideas became popular. They continued the discussion with us and escorted us around the locations at the lake while we posed and Des shot the photos. Whilst they obviously enjoyed our nudity, they remained professional in their dealings with us. 

Graham surrendered his seat to me for the next flight so I sat next to Neville while he explained the controls and start-up procedure, even letting me follow through with him on the controls. Once we had lifted off and gained altitude he let me take over the controls while we flew to the next location. The thrill of flying the machine as I sat next to him, completely naked, was one I will always treasure. 

It was an orgasmic feeling. The vibrations of the controls brought a flush to my body and my fully engorged nipples ached with the most delicious sensitivity. I vowed to take flying lessons over the winter and obtain a licence to fly helicopters, as we put the machine down gently at the next location.

When Des looked at me, as I stepped out of the chopper, I knew that my excited state was painfully obvious to all the others. Fortunately there was a small meandering stream nearby and I had the opportunity to compose myself, out of sight. I surrendered to the most delicious orgasm that I had experienced for ages before rejoining the rest of my family. 

We posed for photos at the new location and I had a chance to talk to Graham about the idea of having lessons at some later time. After the photo shoot the ladies put their dresses back on in preparation for landing at the Lodge helipad, now only a two minute flight away. 

Kurt took my place beside Neville after I excused myself from the privilege. I didn't trust myself to maintain composure and arrive at the Lodge in ladylike condition but promised to repeat the experience very soon.

The owners and a few guests assembled to greet us when we landed. We modestly held down our dresses as we emerged from the Iroquois and ran out of the reach of the downdraft. The men helped Graham to carry the luggage off the machine while Neville idled prior to take-off. We waved goodbye to the crew as they hovered above the pad before setting course for their return flight. 

There were only three other guests at the lodge, which surprised me until I realised that the lodge was very exclusive and expensive to stay at. There were never many guests here, mid-week in late autumn. We were shown to the Honeymoon Cottage, a separate building from the main lodge surrounded by trees with it's own heated indoor pool. 

It was well appointed and the furnishings were modern with light cooking facilities and a well stocked bar. Original local landscape paintings decorated the wall. Angela and Cat toured around inspecting the sleeping facilities and outside grounds. I remained in the lounge room with the men while the owner explained the leisure activities available. He apologised for the lack of other guests at this time of the year but hoped that we would have fun amusing ourselves. If he only knew, this suited our purpose admirably. It gave us the chance to explore the parklike grounds without worrying about other curious guests. It was just after 4pm by the time he finish explaining the things we needed to know and left us alone to our privacy.

The moment Albert, the owner, left I took off my toga and led all three men into the nearest bedroom. They quickly disrobed and began to satisfy my aching needs, before Cat and Angela joined us in an extremely satisfying sexual encounter. As we lay afterward, talking among ourselves and planning our short holiday to maximise the enjoyment for all of us, Kurt looked completely happy. As he spoke he took Angela in his arms. Kurt asked her to marry him, much to our surprise. Angela sat there next to him, with astonishment giving way to the most loving expression. She accepted his proposal, searching my eyes for approval. I nodded and wished them every happiness. 

Des was the first to recover his wits and went to pour everybody drinks from the bar to celebrate. I knew that Kurt had considered all factors in proposing marriage to Angela and I was equally sure that Angela had thought out her reply. There were difficulties in making a conventional marriage work within our large family but then none of us were exactly conventional anyway. Kurt explained that he wanted to join our family and wouldn't dream of trying to alter our lifestyle in any way. His only concern was Kate and Lance's reaction to the news, if Angela accepted. When Kurt admitted to Angela that he didn't have to be back in Australia right away, her happiness was complete. 

My first reaction was to ring Kent, but I restrained myself. We had been talking for two hours and it was nearly dinnertime. I rang the lodge and spoke to Albert, asking him to bring dinner for six down to us, outlining our various preferences from what he was offering. I asked for more Champagne to celebrate an upcoming event between two of our party. I was still in a euphoric daze when I rang Kent and told him the news. 

Albert and his wife arrived with a trolley containing all the food that we had ordered and an ice bucket with three more bottles of champagne. He didn't appear to be surprised that there were only four of us in the room, or to his credit, ask any awkward questions about the reason for the celebration. Dinner was consumed over a longer period of time than usual as we all planned the upcoming marriage. Angela was keen for the wedding to coincide with the redevelopment of the restaurant. Kurt wanted to invite a small group of close friends from Australia. He felt that the wedding could be used to publicise the new reception lounge business and was prepared to wait until the renovations were complete. 

As excited as they were, both Kurt and Angela wanted to use the time to sort out Kurt's affairs in Australia. He intended to keep his home on Bribie Island as a holiday base for trips to Australia by any of our family that wished to use it. He said that he would sell almost everything else. Angela and Kurt joined us for our normal combined sexual interaction after their short interlude alone. They preferred to sleep with the rest of us, proving commitment to our lifestyle. 

The surprises changed many of our plans the following day. We woke up somewhat later than usual and decided to explore the property, taking advantage of the horse trekking trails, once we found that we could hire the horses from the lodge. We wanted to go out and explore the surroundings on our own. We followed the trail upstream on the river bank and had lunch at a lovely spot where the water was suitable for swimming. It was an ideal opportunity to bond further with Kurt. Now that he was becoming a permanent member of our family, there were so many more things that we wanted to know about him. The more Angela found out about Kurt the more it served to convince her that she had found her soul mate. The two of them grew closer together than ever during the course of the day. 

When Kurt and I found ourselves alone together we discussed my plan to bring Angela's involvement in Kent's Creations to the point where she would become a shareholder. He agreed that she was strong on leadership qualities and capable of taking charge of the family when the time was right. Kurt was prouder of Angela than ever by the time we finished our private conversation. We returned in time for dinner at the main house. Although we hadn't done much out of the ordinary, the trek had produced a far clearer understanding between Kurt and I. The path ahead, from this point, was clear and unequivocal in both our personal and professional lives.

We all discussed the plans for the next day, before we got back to the cottage, and Kurt rang Neville at his home number. Between them they arranged for us to be picked up by 10am and flown to the other locations that Graham had mentioned. Des had brought plenty of film and was more than happy with the outcome. Since Lance had joined us, Des had taken a renewed interest in photography. Kurt was serious about the calendar idea. He had realised the potential that it had for combining fun with a real economic benefit. He had a friend that did similar shoots on deserted islands on the Barrier Reef. Kurt was very much like Angela and I, taking pride in not allowing a good business opportunity to pass by, even when on holiday. 

We just finished having breakfast together when I heard the familiar sound of the Iroquois approaching the helipad, fifty yards away from the cottage. The crew shut down the engines before coming up the path to the cottage upon our invitation to have coffees with us. It gave us the chance to plan without engine noise interrupting our thoughts. I used the time to discuss some of Neville's ideas for new adventure attractions around Maple Lake. Both Neville and Graham were qualified instructors and owned two other machines that they chartered out. 

"Would you guys be interested in advising us if we were to buy a smaller helicopter for our personal use?" I decided.

By now, both Neville and Graham knew that I was well enough qualified financially and readily agreed to teach me to fly. 

"We'll even arrange maintenance for any machine that you choose to buy." Graham added enthusiastically. "They're all very versatile."

Kurt's eyes lit up at my suggestion and enquired the possibility of he and Angela taking lessons too. 

Kurt refused any contribution from us. He settled up with the owners of the lodge while the rest of us carried our gear to the helicopter and filled the crew's thermos bottles with boiling water for a cup of tea on the way around. Neville was well equipped with biscuits and sandwiches. He even carried a small gas stove on board. 

By the time Kurt finished dealing with the owners of the lodge we were all seated and ready to lift off as soon as he arrived. Angela was eager to travel in the pilots compartment and readily accepted Graham's offer to swap places for the first leg. Kurt sat next to Graham and I could see him looking at where we were going on the map in front of them. As per Kurt's wishes, we slowly circled the area for a few minutes to view the overall property before heading toward the coast in the distance. We passed the reservoir at Angel Falls and I could see Angela pointing out the tearooms, notable because of it's coral red roof. From the air it seemed like a short distance from the town but I knew the journey from the turnoff was a good twenty minute drive. 

We started to descend over an old logging camp, with some abandoned machinery littered around several derelict buildings, a few minutes later. Neville landed in a clearing in the middle. Des got his camera out and Cat and I were undressing as Angela emerged smiling from the cockpit. I could tell that the controls had produced a similar effect on her body as she quickly disrobed and joined us outside. Des posed us against the backdrop of an old bulldozer and took several photos around the area. 

Kurt took Angela's place in the cockpit when we advanced to the next location. It was a monument to the early gold rush days, scattered quite liberally in the local ranges. This time the helicopter shut down and Neville joined us, exploring the mine shafts and an old stamping battery near a picture perfect river. We spent time looking around the area and posing before going swimming in the stony river. The men joined us for a swim as by now they were getting hot.

To my surprise, the crew stripped off all their clothes and joined us seconds later. Like the day before yesterday, we girls had remained naked from the first shoot. The men could have followed suite much earlier but like most times when we were out in public, they felt more comfortable with at least a pair of shorts on. I came to terms with those double standards a long time ago. I thoroughly enjoyed the attention of fully dressed men while I was naked. Now all three of us were feasting our eyes on the five naked men as they frolicked in the shallow water with us. 

As there were no towels, we sat talking and drinking our refreshments at lunchtime while we discussed the next move. I suggested going to Maple Lake, challenging Neville and Graham to remain naked for the rest of the way. Neville agreed, on condition that I ride next to him until we arrived. I had to promise never to tell his wife what he had done. Graham seemed happy enough to take up the challenge so clearing the dishes, we boarded the helicopter. They knew that our land was private and all the residents within were likely to be naked as well. 

I followed through on the start up of the motors and Neville pointed out the critical gauges that had to reach the right level before take-off. He explained what all the controls actually did before lifting off and hovering while he checked the gauges yet again. 

He was giving me my first flying lesson on the way home. I tried to concentrate on what he was saying and ignore the delicious sensations between my legs when the vibrations increased. He let me experience the controls again once we had gained flight speed and I was amazed at the ease of operation. He told me to keep looking around and keep to the compass heading on the dashboard. 

"Come and watch your wife at the controls." He invited Des.

It was an experience like no other when I realised that Neville's hands were no longer on the cyclic controls and I was flying the machine on my own. I knew that Des would be taking photos but I didn't dare look around. I just concentrated on the altimeter and the speed and attitude of the helicopter. 

It seemed like hours had passed when I saw Maple Lake to the right of the freeway and could clearly see the township. Neville was talking to the control tower at the Airport, telling them where he was and where he was going to land. I hadn't realised that every movement is carefully logged with the nearest control tower in case another aircraft is in the vicinity and I realised that I had a lot to learn before I got a licence. Neville guided the helicopter so that he could see the empty paddock next to the house. He made his approach over the water until he was hovering right beside our house and I could see the grass shuddering under the helicopters blades. He landed in time for us to invite them in for a cup of tea before they took Ken back to the airport to pick up our car. I was still shaking as I unbuckled my belt and Neville shut down the motors. 

"I've never flown naked before with a lady passenger." He sighed as the motor noise ceased. "You go ahead. I'll be there in a moment." He excused himself from standing. His face was red.

For the first time I noticed that he was holding a flight map over his lap. It was evident to me that the effect of the flight on his body, although not as startling as mine, had been sufficient to keep his penis at least semi-erect. 

I joined the others in disembarking. Graham picked up his own, as well as Neville's clothing as we were leaving the craft.

"Can we use your shower before we get dressed." He grinned at me. He seemed aware of Neville's embarrassment. "My partner will be needing these." He laughed as he held up his shorts. "Perhaps I'll leave these behind." Graham left them beside the steps and walked me inside the house. He seemed carefree enough without his clothes on. 

Cathy made tea and snacks for everybody. We talked and sipped tea around the table until I was relaxed enough to get back to my normal self. My first lesson had stiffened all my muscles with anxiety. 




Mistress Barbara Ch. 14



When they finished dressing the crew talked to Des while Cat and I freshened up and dressed, ready to go to Lakeside. 

Kurt planned to go with Ken while Des opted to go into Lakeside with us in case he was needed. I wished that we had more time to show our visitors around but before we left I made Graham promise to come back and see us during the week. I wanted to talk about flying lessons and show him around the township properly. I was certain that Graham, at least, would be back. Ken knew our timetable for the next week and I hoped to see the pilots soon. We left them with Kurt and Ken and drove off waving goodbye to them at 1pm exactly. 

It had been an exciting few days and as we pulled into our car park I saw the helicopter rise up then head for the aerodrome, from the far end of the lake. We had all enjoyed a fabulous time. Des had many hours work to do, sorting and developing the films in his case. I reflected on the possibilities for our company to own a helicopter. I was sure that I could acquire the necessary skills to gain my licence and it would certainly be a lot of fun learning with Graham. He too, recognised the thrills to be experienced from flying in the nude. I vowed to explore the many exciting possibilities that sprang to mind over the winter months ahead.

It was difficult to concentrate on the task of showing the range of garments so I had to force these thoughts out of my mind as we stepped out on the catwalk to begin the show. I found myself smiling more than I normally did, as I worked the crowded room. Angela was smiling more than usual too, probably for a completely different reason of course. Cat was her normal bubbly self but poor Caroline probably thought we were all quite mad. I would have to explain everything to her later, after the show.

To Be Continued Tomorrow...



Mistress Barbara Ch. 15



Kent's initial attitude to my new found hobby was of mixed caution. I assured him that I would organise Neville to meet the clients that he would have otherwise picked up from the airport and bring them to a new helipad once it was completed. We could arrange luxury transport from there to Lakeside or one of our motels in the town. Slowly but surely, he warmed to the idea. Finally, he agreed for me to buy our own company helicopter. Des had explained that the tax advantages would considerably diminish our current liabilities. Effectively, the IRD would be subsidising our expensive toy. The many photographs that Kurt and Des took on our short holiday further sealed the deal in Kent's mind when he realised that he could have a bit of fun too. He saw the photo of me at the controls with Neville sitting, naked, beside me. 

"How the Hell did you talk him into that?" He croaked finally, tears of mirth streaming from his eyes, pointing at Neville's image trying to disguise his semi erect penis from the camera. Des had a quite a knack of capturing the mood of any of his subjects and he had captured the moment perfectly this time. I saw the opportunity to mention some fresh ideas for our modelling schedule while we were all together. An increasing number of customers were leaving as soon as the show concluded. They had only bought lingerie and swimwear items. 

"Do you realise that nearly fifty percent of our audience never buy BDSM gear at all?" I began. "I have an idea for us to consider."

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Three weeks later, Kurt was on one of his short flying visits to Australia, having taken Angela with him on this occasion, leaving Cat and I alone for three days. We noticed a smaller helicopter circling over Rome It descended over the lake on a flight path to land beside the house on a Monday morning. Although three weeks had passed since I last saw Graham, the exciting events of our holiday were still very fresh in my mind. He got out of the helicopter with an armful of books and papers. 

I led him into the dining room where Cat was setting the table with scones and teacups. When he sat down he offered me the paperwork and sat down to explain the reason for his visit. He suggested shorter instruction periods at first, so that the information gained would consolidate and be retained. We talked for over an hour as we swapped information. I told him about our plans to build two helipads. One near the road and another beside our house. 

Graham became very interested when I outlined my plan to bring groups of clients into Maple Lake, by helicopter, for our regular fashion shows. This would provide exciting opportunities for his business, in selling those clients sightseeing trips around the area once their business was concluded with Kent's Creations. He rang Neville and after a short animated discussion he told me that he could spend the rest of the day with us, asking me to show him around the town. 

Cat and I dressed while Graham secured the chopper for a longer stay.

Cat showed Graham around Lakeside while I had my regular meeting with Les, introducing him to Kent. On the way back to Rome we called in to the restaurant and had lunch with Lance and Kate, who immediately recognised Graham from the photos. I introduced him as our co-pilot from the trip to the Lodge with Angela and Kurt. Although we were only away for only two hours, by the time Graham returned to Rome with us he was fully informed about our operations and had met most of our families. He was beginning to realise that we were all more than just friends by now so I explained the unique relationship that we all enjoyed together. I had deliberately omitted reference to BDSM at this point. 

Graham began to disrobe once we got back from the trip to town. 

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do?" He joked inquiringly.

"You'd be surprised what we get up to around here, Graham." Cat countered with a cheeky smile. "Are you sure you feel safe?"

"I'll teach you all about safety soon enough." Graham retorted with a smile. "You'll see?" He added mysteriously. 

I couldn't help wondering what Graham might think if he knew what we Romans really got up to around here. While I hadn't expected him to embrace our customary nudity with such enthusiasm, I invited him to place his clothing in our bathroom so that he could freshen up before leaving. Maple Lake had it's own micro climate, where it was rarely cold enough to need clothing at any time of the year. 

I showed Graham through the boathouse and we took him on a long trip around the deserted lake on the ski boat. While the three of us were out on the lake he offered to take us for a quick ride in the Hughes and teach me some basic handling skills. Of course, we accepted his offer. 

The machine that Graham had brought here was a Hughes 500 Jet powered helicopter, similar to the one that used to bring us to Rome when we were living in the city. It was fast and comfortable but only carried three passengers and the pilot. I was pleasantly surprised when he walked straight to the helicopter without going into the house to get his clothes. He was far more comfortable with his nudity than Neville had been but I hadn't been expecting him to take us flying without getting dressed first. 

He showed me through the starting procedure, the same way Neville had done, but he made sure that I clearly understood all the steps before he actually started the motor. The roar as the Jet burst into life vibrated my naked vaginal lips and hardened my nipples. Although Cat was in the back seat, she watched him closely. Her interest in Graham was becoming apparent. I could see that the powerful initial burst of the motor had affected her similarly. 

My first official lesson, although it was due to last a little over half an hour, gave me the confidence to handle the machine. Graham seemed so relaxed in taking his hand off the controls to allow me to direct the Hughes with all three main controls, yet he remained alert. He swiftly corrected any mistakes that I made before any evil befell us. I was well aware that his interest in both of us was not purely professional anymore. He had told us a lot about himself on our trip around the lake. He seemed more interested in our lifestyle than his partner, Neville had been.

"Just how high up are we?" Asked Cathy as Graham was guiding me through on a tight turn. "What's that little lake over there?" she pointed, leaning her naked breast on the back of Graham's seat so that her hard nipple touched his bare shoulder. She was being very cheeky, watching his lap for some reaction.

"It's a forestry reservoir. Very private at this time of the year." Graham explained. "Would you like to see it before we go back?" Without waiting for an answer he turned to me. "I have control!" He winked at me with a huge smile. 

Suddenly the motor noise died and Graham altered the angle of the machine downward and pointed out that I should watch the airspeed indicator. "It should stay at seventy knots." He explained, handing back control.

"What's happening?" Cat spoke in a shaky voice.

"We have an emergency. Seat belts secure!" He turned toward Cathy. "This is the quick way down." He grinned.

The conversation they had back at Rome returned to haunt her. We now knew what Graham had meant about teaching her about safety. He still continued to assure her as we descended rapidly.

"Don't worry Cathy. Safety is all important in this game."

Without the sound of the motor we could easily talk. The altimeter was falling. We were dropping at an alarming rate, 1600 feet per minute. Graham nudged at my knee. He spoke steadily.

"Hand on the collective but just follow through." He ordered as he assumed the controls with me again. "Where would you land? We've only got another minute." He warned.

I pointed to a grassy area next to the lake with a flag pole outside a log cabin. It was the nearest unoccupied flat area that I could see.

"Good Choice! See any powerlines?" He asked calmly.

"No." I confirmed shakily.

While all this was happening I noticed Cathy's grip tighten on the back of my seat. Her hand was shaking but she was silent as a mouse. Graham was concentrating on our approach and the ground was coming up fast. He was cool and assured.

Go with me, Barbara." He muttered tersely as he calculated the fast rising ground below us. "Now!"

Suddenly, as we were about to hit the ground, my hand raised on the collective, in unison with Graham's, and the machine halted it's descent abruptly. We were still above the ground, but not by any more than a couple of feet. I breathed a sigh of relief. Slowly it sank to the ground, touching noiselessly on the shimmering grass.

"Page sixteen of your instruction manual." Graham was taking off his headset, still speaking calmly. "Learn it well. These things do glide well in Auto Rotation, don't they?" He turned to Cathy with an easy smile. "Hope you enjoyed that little demonstration. Can you still stand?" He enquired cheekily. 

Cathy sat speechless, shaking her head

"Time for a cup of coffee I guess." He opened his door.

While Graham took out a large thermos, I helped Cathy out of the machine. She was shaking uncontrollably and I had to steady her on her feet, but her nipples were as hard as rocks.

"Jeez! I thought we were done for." She whispered. "What a thrill!" She giggled. "Graham's a real spunk, isn't he?"

The glow returned to her face slowly as Graham and I talked about the general safety of rotary winged aircraft. If that had been a genuine emergency I was more confident than ever that I could land it without any major trauma.

"Practise Practise and Practice. That's what it's all about. You handled that well. You must have confidence in your ability to react to any given situation." He sipped his coffee. "Still want to learn to fly?" He looked around at the deserted area before us. 

"As long as you want to teach me." I complemented him. I paused for a moment, looking at Cat. "So you like our lifestyle do you? Perhaps we can help each other." I said ambiguously.

"Plenty of scenic spots around here. Fancy a walk?" He looked at Cathy. "Nobody around here for miles." He encouraged her to join us. "You're not frightened are you?"

There was something about Graham that made us trust him. We were all quite naked and yet, although we could sense his keen interest in our bodies, he showed us areas of this private landing spot of his that were both interesting and picturesque. We talked about our group and his own beliefs. He was evenly tanned and in his mid twenties, sound in body and mind, with short sandy coloured hair. I already made up my mind to introduce him to Caroline. From what he had told me about himself I could see the possibilities of a mutual attraction between the two. Graham had told us that he was recently in a permanent long term relationship with a young lady he had known since childhood. The parting had happened because she could no longer tolerate his keen interest in nudity. Unbeknown to us, Graham had taken part in our water-ski event earlier this year. She had been absolutely horrified when Graham had asked her to join him. The younger couple had so many irreconcilable differences that Graham had moved out. He now stayed with Neville and his wife. 

Meanwhile the sexual tension between the three of us was beginning to manifest so I gave Cathy the nod. She put her arm around his waist, stirring a strong erotic reaction in his loins. His penis twitched.

"Perhaps we ought to get back now?" He said nervously.

"Don't worry, my dear. We are into safety too, you realise?" I laughed. "This is just Cathy's way of getting her own back."

"I don't know how much of this I can take." He smiled nervously as he turned away.

"There's a very good way to find out, if you want to?" 

I invited him in my most seductive voice.

On the soft grass beside the reservoir, Cat and I relieved his sexual tension by hand. Graham, in turn, was permitted to explore our bodies while Cat and I made love in front of his eyes. Naturally his penis began to grow again and I made the decision to allow Cathy to have her way with him. She gave me such a pleading look that I nodded and before long they were both enjoying full penetration. Cathy was soon gasping with ecstasy as Graham stimulated her with short but sensual movements. After a swim and another bit of horseplay on the grass afterward I coaxed Graham's erection to return. This time I took charge and encouraged him to let me ride him. As I had once done with Lance, I tantalised him as I rose. I hovered above him holding the knob of his penis with my labia while I used my vaginal muscles to stimulate this sensitive area. He moaned and tried to pull at my hips as he sought urgent relief from his needs. I stayed there, with his penis almost escaping my labial lips and then engulfed his raging manhood quickly again. By the time he exploded his sperm deep inside my womb he was writhing in the most exquisite agony of his life. I had the impression that it would not take as long for him to return to Maple Lake for my next lesson. We had a new understanding.

The thunder of pure power as the jet motor roared into life brought a familiar tingle to my sex. My nipples were hard again and I looked over at Graham. He was totally spent, limp but satisfied beyond his dreams. We used the time left to do practise landings at the scene of our breathtaking time together. It was good use of all of the three main controls simultaneously. Excellent practice.

"Doesn't this remind you of something?" I had grinned at him after ten successful touchdowns.

"Keep your mind on the job." He grinned. "Just for that, lets see you do another ten for being cheeky."

"Now you are ready for the real thing." He complemented, after at least twenty rise--hover and land exercises.

We made a perfect landing, softly settling on the grass at Rome and barely feeling the bump that I was expecting. I'm sure this had more to do with Grahams skill than mine but I took the credit this time. Although he had guided my approach he showed me both his hands before we touched down.

"Now remember, gently does it." He had encouraged.

We showered together and Graham reluctantly dressed. As soon as Cat and I saw him off and waved goodbye, Cat confessed to feeling horny again. She rushed me into the house to give me one of her special massages. 

"That was the best afternoon I've had for years." She enthused. "How long before you get your licence, my darling?"

"Not long, I hope." I sighed. 

As she rubbed the tension out of my body I dreamed of the day when we could fly off to a deserted spot with spectacular views and make love together, during a day off. We always made the most of our special moments alone. Even after all this time, neither one of us was any less in love with the other. We did everything together and although Cat had no wish to learn to fly, or take part in the many business decisions that I recently made, she shared my sense of pride and accomplishment by proxy. The very best part of the culture that our family embraced was that sexual frustration was practically unknown to any of us. 

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With the new showing schedule that I had organised with Kent, BDSM showings were cut down to only one or two per week, normally a Wednesday and/or a Thursday. Although the girls were paid more for these showings, they tended to last longer because the room was now full of purely genuine buyers. From my own personal point of view, I was able to spend more time fostering goodwill in my own unique way. I encouraged all the clients to openly fondle my erogenous zones in a way that was previously only reserved for the clients that I knew to be buyers. This was perfectly logical because the genuine buyers were invariably members of BDSM clubs and organizations elsewhere in the country or overseas, accustomed to the type of behaviour that I loved to demonstrate to them. Most of the clients were dominant, masterly types, but an amazing proportion of them were submissive as well. I recalled Franz senior and his young son. Kent was openly introducing me as Mistress Barbara during his commentaries, able to indulge his own penchant for the dramatic. I suggested to Kent that once the new helicopter service was on stream we should offer the service free to buyers that bought over a set level of apparel, encouraging them to make their stores exclusive to other labels. I was also prepared to encourage them in other ways. I pointed toward the two businessmen from Germany, who were due back within the month, as an illustration of the type of incentive that I had in mind. 

I devoted practically all of Monday night to studying the paperwork and manuals that Graham had brought me. Cat updated the men on the possibilities that had arisen from our discussions with Graham. She confirmed that I would make an excellent pilot and gave Des and Ken chapter and verse about my first landing. They were enthusiastic for our idea in buying a company helicopter. Later that night we heard from Angela and Kurt, with the news that they were keeping three shops under management and the rest were now sold to Kurt's friend. The apartment in Surfers Paradise was under contract and they were looking forward to returning on Wednesday.

STAY TUNED FOR THE LAST CHAPTER TOMORROW. 

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Barbara Anne Adams. 



Mistress Barbara Ch. 16



Kurt wanted to put a proposal that seemed to excite him to Kent, so he came with us, partly to watch the new format and to talk business with his old friend. He was mysterious about the exact nature of his proposal. It was frustrating but because we were running late and there wasn't time to press him further. My natural curiosity was heightened when I saw a map spread out over their table during the show. When I had a chance to talk to Angela, during a costume change, it appeared that she was equally in the dark about the purpose of the map. Kurt had spent a lot of time discussing business with his friend Steve, over the same map, while Angela was caught up in conversation with Steve's wife Veronica. I sensed that Kurt must have an idea to increase sales in Australia. When the show finished the rest of us became privy to the full extent of Kurt's plan.

Essentially Steve and Kurt had been discussing the range of swimwear and casual wear, after our visit with Kurt in Australia. Before Kurt's next visit to Maple Lake, the two men had decided to form a company to distribute our gear right around Australia by mail order. 

They would do this using catalogues produced by Kent's Creations in outdoor locations. This partly explained the helicopter charter which he had organised on his intended holiday with us. 

Meeting Angela, falling in love with her and his gradual realisation that he wanted to be part of our family, had led him toward a slightly different path. He had discussed the idea with Steve and had done a deal which would see Steve take over all his shops eventually. Kurt would get a fifty-percent share in the newly formed company. 

The projections were exciting and Kurt's only involvement would be to produce the catalogues and to continue to do the company's buying. Since Kurt had been buying exclusively from our company, both Steve and Kurt's shops had substantially increased their turnover with many inquiries coming from other states in Australia. Kurt touched on the possibilities for a world wide franchise operation, once the range became popular and the time was right.

At this point we all had input toward Kurt's original plan and between all of us, as the evening drew on, the plan was refined and modified to produce the best results. The market potential was huge in Queensland alone. Australia wide, there was an enormous market for the entire range that we now produced. The pricing had to be competitive and remain profitable. It was because of this factor that Kurt knew that he needed to speak to Kent before getting our hopes raised. 

Kent was enthusiastic and mentioned that he was already manufacturing in third world countries, in order to stay competitive and keep costs minimal. He pointed out that many other much larger firms already did this. Angela, who had no idea of the vast scale of Kurt's plan was in awe of the whole idea. We all celebrated the decisions made at the conclusion of the meeting by adjourning to Kent's home with Margaret.

Apparently the notion of producing a catalogue had been debated long before. Now, with Kurt seeking a worthwhile involvement with us and wishing to join our family, Kent realised the potential for Kurt's proposal immediately. Although Kurt had only been living with us a number of weeks Margaret had formed a strong bond with him, trusting Kurt's integrity and his business acumen. Moving to Maple Lake had improved their overall financial position and helped grow turnover of the company far beyond Kent's expectations. The added bonus was the unexpected formation of her and Kent's lifetime dream, a true working model of a multi-generational community. 

The deal was settled when Kurt agreed to take the older couple on the next visit in three weeks time, or as soon as a draft catalogue could be compiled. I was glad that I had convinced Kent to cut our workload with the BDSM showings. He now had the time to make this possible.

I sensed an opportunity to test the fantasy that Angela had once confided to me. Naked and vulnerable, Angela would be discovered by a group of strangers and subjected to humiliation and indignities as they took their pleasure with her. Angela's fantasy was too dangerous to attempt to live out in real life, for obvious reasons. 

The two German clients were harmless enough, under our supervision, and my instincts told me that they may enjoy cooperating with me if their own special needs were met at the same time. 

I had given the matter some really serious thought, prior to Kurt's proposal to do a catalogue. I had wondered how to justify tying Angela up, alone in the woods, away from the rest of us. Suddenly it was clear to me, that with everybody's cooperation we could all have a bit of harmless fun. Angela would come as close to living her dark fantasy as safely possible, without harming her in any way. As a new Mistress in training, I realised that the experience would be good for Angela too, as a fellow submissive. 

I had found my first experience of administering corporal punishment repulsive. The revenge motivation allowed me to take some pleasure in gratifying the two men, in their compulsive need to be whipped by a dominatrix. 

I had difficulty recognising Fritz and his son as they sat at a table near the rear wall of the auditorium. The room was crowded when the four of us put on the BDSM showing. Kent, without giving away the reason, had instructed Rick to change their appearance as much as possible with skilful makeup technique. I told Angela and Caroline that they were new clients, to explain the amount of time that I was spending at their table. I gave clear instructions to the other girls not to speak to the men or encourage touching, until they had proved their worth as buyers of the special range. 

They had a very distinctive accent and I didn't want Angela to hear them speak while we were showing the gear to them. She was highly intelligent and would soon tumble on to the surprise that I had planned for her the next day, if she heard their accent. 

Kent had already told the two men that we had a special reward in mind for them but tantalised their minds by not being too specific, only telling them what they really needed to know when he met them at the airport.

I had already set the scene for a catalogue shoot the next day and Angela was looking forward to starring as the feature model on Thursday morning. We had arranged to go to the bushy area by the small waterfall on the far side of the lake. We would shoot an outdoor bondage theme for a special section of the catalogue devoted to BDSM gear. The tranquil area had special significance for Angela and she had frequently enjoyed sunbathing on the grassy area beside the waterfall, listening to the birdcalls and the water as it cascaded over the rocks. She had even suggested the location while we were discussing a suitable area for the leading photo. Of course, Des agreed immediately because he had outlined his requirements in the hope that Angela would suggest that very place.

Thursday morning we set off as planned, with all the photographic gear, costumes and accessories in one of the ski boats. Angela and I followed Des and Cat on one of the Jet Skis. Cat and I helped Angela into a suitable costume. 

The costume featured an open bra and small G string panties, with collar, cuffs and ankle restraints. We applied makeup, once the costume was ready. Des set up his tripod and camera to focus on a fallen log with trees nearby to serve as posts for the restraints. 

We spent time positioning Angela and tying her securely in an embarrassingly vulnerable position, across a fallen log. 

We all stepped back while Des tested the natural lighting with his meter. Des took several shots, shifting the tripod in an effort to take the perfect shot. He complained that the lighting wasn't quite right for the photo, announcing that he needed his other camera with the flash equipment. 

Angela was quite comfortable by then with her gag in place, nodding her head when Des asked her to wait for ten minutes or so. 

Des said that he needed to take the ski-boat to get it. Cat wanted to accompany Des and, at the last minute, I ran to join them. This left Angela totally alone, helplessly bound and gagged in position. She knew that the area was deserted at this time of the year and accepted that we would not be long, but from her position in the woods she couldn't actually see the ski boat leave. 

I doubled back so that I had a vantage point to see Angela, without her being able to see me. Kent waited beside the boat, out of sight, while the two men started walking through the wooded area. 

They were talking to each other in German and they pretended to be exploring the area. I heard the ski boat leave and the men's voices gradually become clearer. Angela's relaxed expression gradually changed as she realised that the voices were coming toward her. 

She fidgeted, tugging at her restraints to test whether she could escape. When she realised they were totally secure a more agitated look clouded her beautiful face, as it dawned on her that the men were heading in her direction now and they would be sure to see her. When she saw the men emerge from the trees, she frantically tried to indicate to them to remove her gag and untie her. 

The men stood looking at her and the other photographic equipment that Des had left behind. Fritz Jnr. went toward her but instead of helping her, ripped off the panties and bra from her costume. He stepped back to admire her naked breasts and totally hairless genital area. 

Poor Angela went pale as she contemplated what may lay ahead, in her vulnerable position. The two men talked and gestured in her general direction, never taking their eyes off her. Finally Fritz Snr handed the younger man a pair of latex gloves from his pocket. While young Fritz put them on, flexing his fingers, the older man began to take his clothing off. He slowly folded his jacket and shirt and carefully placed them beside a tree.

I couldn't help being very impressed by Angela's quiet acceptance of the inevitable. Gagged as she was, she had very little choice but she seemed to be cooperating a little more than she had been initially. 

Earlier on she had been struggling with her bonds as the young man ripped her panties off and exposed her moist open vagina. 

Now, when his erotic ministrations and practised fingers stimulated her clitoris, she opened her vaginal lips fully to their lecherous gaze. Angela was shuddering with pleasure as his left hand index finger plunged deep into her exposed bottom. Her urge to orgasm overcame her earlier tension at this point. At least young Fritz must have learned a thing or two about giving a girl some pleasure since his last visit. I congratulated myself with a quiet smile. 

Now that the older man was totally naked and fully tumescent, he was rolling a condom onto his quivering penis and approaching Angela's body with a broad smile on his face. 

I believe that Angela now suspected that this whole episode had been carefully set up. She pointed to her gag again, indicating her willingness to give the older man oral pleasure or at least negotiate an acceptable outcome to her predicament. Kurt put his forefinger to his lips and gently removed her gag, ready to replace it quickly if she screamed, making soothing small talk in his native tongue.

"Do you people speak English at all?" Angela enquired cautiously. She must have been nearly out of breath from her last shattering orgasm whilst gagged, her breasts heaving as she filled her lungs to speak again. "I can't believe that you've come to the forest so well prepared for sex, if you don't know my friends?" She posed rhetorically, hoping for the answer in English.

At this point, both men stood there silent, desperately trying to think of what to tell her. Kent and I had given them fairly explicit instructions to take full advantage of the situation, bearing in mind our prime directive for safe sex. 

Although I was disappointed that the entire scenario appeared to be unravelling, I was proud of Angela's confidence in her family and her quick wittedness in dealing with the situation so adroitly. After a full minute of silence from the two men, during which she scanned their bewildered faces, she assumed a stern look. 

"Well, don't stand around looking like idiots! Hurry up and get on with it or let me out of these ropes, NOW!" She said with rapidly increasing authority.

Angela smiled wryly, as the two men reverted to English and begged Angela's forgiveness. They both began to untie her legs and arms. 

As soon as they freed her, Cat turned the tables, tying the men's hands together with the ropes that had bound her in position. She pulled the younger man's pants down around his ankles.

I started to clap as I emerged from my hiding place and Kent walked up the path toward the group, holding a cane in his hand. Des and Cat were right behind Kent, empty handed of course, having already taken perfect shots of Angela previously. Des picked up the rest of his gear, with Cat's help and started to carry the gear back to the boat. 

Once they returned to Rome, Cat would bring the boat back to pick Kent and the two men up. We hoped that they would be satisfied with our outdoor bondage and subsequent punishment scene that we had created by then. Their gratification was extremely important to us. 

Kent and I looked on admiringly as Angela admonished the two German men, cane waving in the air. Fritz senior accepted that they had been extremely naughty and negotiated the number of strokes that he and his son thought that they both richly deserved. Two strokes. 

Kent held up the appropriate number of fingers to signal to Angela the extent of punishment that he knew the men expected. Four strokes.

She nodded and walked around in front of them again. She stood with her legs apart and her arms folded under her breasts. 

"Master Kent and Mistress Barbara tell me that this is not the first time you have been disrespectful to vulnerable young ladies."

She paused as she watched their reactions. "Have you ever considered giving a lady oral pleasure?" She moved her naked pubic area down to eye level with them. She was wet and engorged, her breasts firm and hard. "After that treatment, when you ripped of my panties and bra, I believe my body needs some gentle oral attention, now. Don't you!!" 

The men looked at each other, dumbfounded.

"Let me put it another way." Angela smiled sadistically. "At the present time, I think that the cane is too mild to convey the anger that I'm feeling at the moment." She looked over at Kent. "Did you bring my bullwhip, by any chance?"

"I'll kiss you all over." The older man offered uncertainly. "So will my son." He licked his lips nervously. "Please--only the cane?"

The younger man smiled and nodded his head enthusiastically.

"You'll have to behave yourselves." Angela warned. "If you make me orgasm, without any penetration I might add, I might just give you say---Four strokes each." She decided. "And perhaps with the cane, after all." She smiled.

Angela had taken charge. She lay on the soft grass and beckoned the men forward. "Now remember, no unsafe practices." She reiterated.

As the men kissed and nibbled at her most sensitive places, Angela squirmed and wriggled on the soft grass. She deliberately held herself back from showing her appreciation, as she normally did with us. After several minutes her body trembled and convulsed in what must have been one of the most erotic experiences of her life. She lay gasping for breath as she looked at the two men.

"I'll be kinder to you now." She rewarded their efforts as she recovered her breath. "That was a better way to treat a defenceless young girl, wasn't it?" 

"Yes Mistress Angela." The older man smiled. "Over here? Fritz Snr nudged his son and indicated a fallen log close to the water.

"Now you've got the right idea." Angela acknowledged, rising to her feet. "Just kneel down facing the waterfall." She instructed as she picked up her cane.

There were no showers but the waterfall appeared to refresh Angela first, then the two men. They appeared to enjoy the cooling waters that cascaded over the rocks in this outdoor setting. Their well reddened posteriors were held close to the coldest rocks under the flowing water. Angela had a glowing smile as she left the two men with Kent and walked away back to the boat with me. Her skin was vibrant.

"Did I do well, Mistress?" She smiled, once we were out of earshot. "I hope I wasn't too hard on them."

"You did, Darling, but tell me---?"

I was still curious. She had realised that it had not been authentic and that she was actually being tested. 

"Lance never takes a photo unless the lighting is perfect. Des is too good a photographer, to waste that much film, if the lighting conditions weren't suitable." She paused with a wide smile. "Besides, how many tourists go into the woods wearing expensive suits, carrying latex gloves and condoms and with no compass or maps?" 

I proudly realised that Angela was gifted with a more analytical mind that I had given her credit for. She had been growing suspicious of the events very early in the piece, but trusted us to make sure that she came to no harm. She was adventurous, bright, popular and above all she was loyal and trusting. A natural leader, in every way, who had all the right qualities and keen insight to make her the clear and undisputed leader of all our families if that situation arose. Margaret, it seemed, had always known this since the first day that she hosted Angela at Kent's house.