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Valerie Ch. 01

By: ANNE240



When my sister Valerie and I were younger, we never got along. We couldn’t stand to even be in the same room together. Looking back on it, I guess we both hated the fact that we were treated like one person, and we resented each other for it. For years, neither one of us had a name; it was just “the twins.” “The twins this and the twins that.” It drove me crazy, as I’m sure it did her. Now that we’re older however, we’ve learned to deal with it, or at least we came to realize that we shouldn’t blame each other for it. 

The past few months have actually been really great for both of us. We’ve really been getting along well. We spend a lot of time together, just talking and getting to know each other. When I stop and think about it, it’s actually somewhat sad that we wasted a good part of our lives hating each other. As it turns out, we are discovering that we have alot of common interests, and we are both very like-minded.

It all began when we were talking about potential colleges that we wanted to attend, when we both realized we had many the same choices. It was this conversation that consequently began to lead our relationship in an entirely different direction. I'm not exactly sure how it went word for word, but my sister had mentioned something about us being roommates if we happened to be accepted to the same school. Admittedly, I probably shouldn’t have said what I said, but I have never been known to hold my tongue. After she voiced her idea, I rudely shot it down, stating that I thought she’d lost her mind for even suggesting that we could co-exist together under the same roof alone without killing each other. Needless to say, she took offense to it and we began to argue. Truth be told, it was probably the best thing I could have said.

We spent the next few hours screaming, crying, and just basically letting our feelings flow freely, until we were both too exhausted to continue. After we had both settled down, It seemed as though we couldn’t do anything more than just laugh. It had gotten late, and though we were both emotionally drained, we stayed up half the night just talking. We shared everything with each other from school to our family and friends to sex. It was at that point that I truly realized I had found a best friend and confidant in my sister. I had shared things with her that I had never told anyone before, and it was as though I couldn’t seem to stop myself. The words and emotions just poured out of me without hesitation. I felt as if I could tell her anything, and I practically did. It just felt comfortable to be telling her my deepest secrets, and equally as comfortable to listen to hers.

Eventually, we were both so tired that we just fell asleep right there on the floor of her bedroom. I think she was still talking when her eyes closed and her words tapered to an incoherent sigh, but that could have been me drifting off as well. 

At some point during the night, I woke up briefly, and realized that we were both under a blanket and my sister had wrapped herself around me. I figured that she must have got up at some point and covered us. I don’t know why she didn’t just get into her bed, but I didn’t really give it any thought at the time. I didn’t want to wake her by getting up, so I stayed where I was instead of going to my own bed.

In the morning, we both woke up feeling as though we had a new beginning. As soon as I stood up, and without a word, she threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. I returned her hug, and broke the silence by telling her that I would love nothing more than if we could be roommates in college. She and I both laughed and cried at the same time, hugging each other tighter. The very next moment was somewhat awkward, and left us both at a loss for words. Even over the next few days, we were both careful about what we said to each other, given the volatility of our relationship in the past.

After a few days had passed and the tension seemed to dissipate, we both began to grow more comfortable in each other’s presence. We sought out each other’s company more often, and generally learned to love each other as sisters, and as friends.

Several months later, our relationship took another unimaginable turn. 

It was summer, and just after our eighteenth birthday. It had probably been the first time we had celebrated together since we were old enough to distinguish ourselves from one another, and go our separate ways. We had a great time, and for the first time, I actually loved the fact that we shared a birthday. Anyway, our parents had gone to visit some friends for the weekend and Val and I were spending the day by the pool. I suppose it was just after noon when my friend Tammy showed up to have a swim. The three of us had been talking for a while, when Valerie excused herself and went inside. Shortly after, Tammy left as well, and I went inside to use the bathroom. I couldn’t imagine where my sister had gone. On the way back out, I went up to my room to grab a few more c.d.’s, when I heard her voice, and assumed she was on the phone. I knocked on her door to see if she was coming back out to the pool.

“Hold on a sec.”

She opened the door slightly and peeked out.

“Hey.”

“Hey, you coming back down?”

“Uh, yea, I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Okay. Is that mom on the phone?”

“I’m not on the phone.”

“Oh. Who were you talking to?”

“No one… Oh I must have just been singing. I’ll be down in a sec.”

I thought it was a bit strange, but I didn’t question it. Just before she closed the door, I noticed her bathing suit, the one she was wearing, lying on the floor by her bed. I still didn’t think anything of it, until I reached the pool and realized what she was most likely doing. I smiled to myself at the thought and a minute or so later, she rejoined me at the pool. Her general appearance had confirmed my suspicions as I took notice of her flushed look, and the thin line of perspiration forming at her hairline. She sat down beside me with a sigh of relief and closed her eyes, obviously enjoying her post orgasmic afterglow. I giggled to myself and shook my head. 

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“What are you laughing about?”

“Nothing. You’re just funny.”

“What’s so funny about me? Am I a clown? Do I amuse you?” We both chuckled.

“Yes, as a matter of fact you do.”

“Whatever.”

“It’s pretty hot out here today huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Look at you, you’re sweating already, and your face is all red. Maybe you should take a swim.”

“No I’m fine.”

“I’ll bet.”

She gave me a strange look, and I just smiled knowingly at her.

Later that day, I was waiting for Val to get out of the shower, and I could have sworn I heard some noises coming from the bathroom again.

“Twice in one day?” I thought. “My God, my sister is a nympho!”

We went our separate ways that night, as we both had other plans, and I managed to get myself a decent buzz going at the party I was at. When I got home just before two a.m., my sister still wasn’t there, and after raiding the fridge, I went to my room to go to bed. Moments later, Val flew into my room and flopped on my bed, obviously not in much better condition than me.

“Hey sis!” she said.

“Hey. I take it you had fun tonight?”

“Yea, it was okay. What about you?”

“Same.”

“Yea? Anything exciting happen?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Did you hook up?”

“No. you?”

“No. There was a few cute guys, but no one special.”

“Where did you go?”

“I don’t know the guys name who’s party it was, but it was okay, you?”

“We went to Laura’s. Her parents are gone for the summer, but it wasn’t a big crowd, maybe twenty people. I knew everyone there.”

She just smiled as she stared at the ceiling. 

“Alright, I’m going to bed.”

“Oh c’mon! I’m so not tired!”

“So what do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know, I figured we could just hang out for a while.”

“I guess for a little while, but I’m at least going to change.”

I got up and changed into a nightshirt, as Val floundered on my bed, haphazardly removing her clothing.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable.”

She pulled of her shirt, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra, and dropped it on the floor next to her skirt and flip-flops. She propped herself up on my pillows, seemingly uninhibited about her partial nudity. 

“You’re just gonna sit there like that?”

“What? I’m wearing underwear.”

“Yea, that’s all you’re wearing.”

“So? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“Suite yourself.”

If it didn’t bother her, I wasn’t going to let it bother me.

“We’re twins remember? You’ve got the exact same body as me.”

“Well, not quite.” I said as I sat down next to her. “My tits are a lot nicer.”

“Oh my God you bitch!”

I laughed as she grabbed her breasts in both hands. 

“No way are yours nicer!”

She grabbed at my nightshirt and pulled it up, exposing my breasts before I could stop her.

“See, same titties.”

“Hey!” I pushed her hand away and the shirt fell back down.

“Oh c’mon, what’s the big deal?”

I just laughed as she went back to inspecting her own breasts.

“Will you stop playing with yourself? Go in your own room if you’re gonna do that.”

“Oh my God, what are you so uptight about?”

“I’m not uptight! I just don’t want to watch you while you sit here and fondle yourself!”

“I’m not fondling myself. I’m just comparing.”

“Comparing what? You said it yourself; we’re twins, same body. I think you’re just playing with yourself.”

She dropped her hand on to her lap.

“I am not playing with myself!”

“Oh, that’s right! You already did that twice today!”

She looked at me with a horrified look, and I smiled.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you, in your room this afternoon, and again in the shower.”

She smiled, and hid her face in her hands, but I could still see her turn bright red. “How did you…”

“Oh c’mon. It was so obvious! You were all like satisfied looking afterwards! And you’re not very quiet about it either.”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you heard me!”

I laughed. “I just can’t believe you did it twice. You’re such a slut!”

“I am not! I just get the urge from time to time.”

“Yea but twice in one day?”

“Oh c’mon, you’ve never done that?”

“NO I haven’t.”

“You’re such a liar! You never do it?”

“I didn’t say that! I just don’t do it as often!”

She seemed to regain herself, and sat up further on my bed.

“Like how often?”

“Huh?”

“How often do you do it?”

“I don’t know!”

“Oh c’mon! Do you do it every day?”

“God no!”

“So what, like once a week, once a month?”

“Why are you so interested?”

“I don’t know, I just want to know.”

“I don’t know, I guess like once a week maybe.”

“Oh my God! What do you think about when you do it?”

“I DON’T KNOW! Stop asking me this stuff!”

I was giggling nervously, and I could feel myself getting red. I never talked about this kind of stuff with anyone before.

“C’mon, just tell me what you think about and I won’t ask you anymore.”

“I don’t know, what do you think about?”

Her hands nervously rubbed together and she looked down and smiled.

“I like to think about a guys big cock rubbing all over my body. I pretend he’s rubbing it all over me, and imagine what it would feel like in my hands and my mouth, until it finally I can feel it in me.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“So, what do you think about?”

“Pretty much the same thing I guess.”

“Really?”

“I guess.”

“Do you ever think about…girls?”

“NO! Why do you?”

“I have. I mean not all the time, but you know, sometimes, I mean, I have.”

“Oh my God, you’re a lesbian!”

“No I’m not! You’re telling me you’ve never wondered what it’s like to have sex with another girl?”

“No!”

“You’re lying. I can tell.”

“How can you tell that I’m lying?”

“We’re twins remember? It’s like twin intuition or something.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes I do, and that’s not the point. The point is you’re lying.”

“I am not! I have never thought about another girl while I did that!”

“Oh whatever! I can’t believe that you can’t be honest with me. I thought that everything was different now, but I guess I was wrong!”

“Oh c’mon Val. Just because I never thought about having sex with another girl?”

“No, it’s because you won’t admit to me that you’ve thought about it.”

“Okay fine! Maybe once or twice, but I’ve never really considered it!”

“See? Was that so hard? It’s no big deal you know! A lot of people think about it. It doesn’t mean you’re a lesbian!”

“I know, but still! Can we talk about something else please?”

“Why? I like talking about this. Besides, you started it!”

“Okay, so I can end it.”

“Wait, just one more thing. What’s you’re favorite thing to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“I like to get totally naked, and put baby oil on my self. It’s so slippery. Sometimes I use the showerhead. The water feels so awesome there, it makes me cum a lot!”

“I can’t believe you’re telling me this.”

“So tell me, how do you do it?”

“I don’t know, the regular way I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ugh! I just do it the normal way, with my fingers. Sometimes I use the pillow.”

“Oh my God, I love that! I forgot! Do you ever use anything?”

“Use? Like what?”

“Like sometimes I use an electric toothbrush, or a brush handle.”

“A TOOTHBRUSH?”

“Yea, the smooth part.”

“No I never did that. I told you, just the regular way.”

“You should try it. It feels so awesome.”

I suddenly happened to notice my sister’s hands mindlessly rubbing herself. I don’t think she was aware of it, but I could see that she was a little turned on. I started to feel very uncomfortable, and tried to figure out how to put a stop to this situation.

“Maybe I will, but I’m kind of tired now, and I want to go to sleep.”

“Why don’t you do it now?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Go into the bathroom and do it.”

“I’m not gonna do that now!”

“Why not?”

“Because, I don’t want to.”

“Why don’t we do it together? I could show you how to do it!”

“WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU? I’m not going to do that with you! That’s disgusting!”

“What’s so disgusting about it? I’m not saying we should do stuff to each other, just do it at the same time. It would be cool, like looking in the mirror.”

“You’ve completely lost your mind Val! I’m going to bed! Now take your hands out of your pants and go to your own room.”

She looked down and quickly put her hands at her sides, as if she just realized what she had been doing.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t, It was stupid to say that stuff. I was just kidding, Really. Don’t go to sleep. I want to talk to you. We don’t have to talk about this, we can talk about anything, whatever you want, just stay and talk to me.”

“Val, you’re scaring me a little bit.”

“Oh c’mon, you know I was kidding right?”

I knew she wasn’t, but I also knew it was probably just the alcohol talking, and she didn’t really want to do those things.

“Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t care, anything. I just like talking to you. I’m really glad we can talk to each other like this. I missed having you as my sister.”

She hugged me tight, and I hugged her back. I could smell her perfume. Her long hair tickled my nose, and her body felt warm against mine. Suddenly, she lay back down, pulling me on top of her.

“Val what are you doing?”

She giggled and held me tighter. I tried to pull away from her, but I couldn’t.

“Nothing, I just like snuggling with you.”

“Alright Val, you definitely had too much to drink.”

“I’m not drunk. I just like hugging you. There’s nothing wrong with that is there?”

“No, but it’s a little weird for us to be hugging in my bed while you’re naked.”

She just laughed.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“WHAT? NO you can’t sleep with me! You’ve got your own bed to sleep in! What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing! It’s just, well remember when we slept on my floor that night? I liked it. It was like when we were little. C’mon, I don’t bite.”

I was actually rather touched that she wanted to be so close to me, but given the night events, I was a little apprehensive as to how close she wanted to be. I was somewhat uncomfortable, but then it just hit me. This is my sister! It’s not as if she’s going to try to have sex with me! I was just being paranoid, and I actually laughed at how ridiculous I was being. How could I ever think such a thing? 

“Fine, you can sleep here but you have to put on a shirt or something.”

She didn’t answer. She loosened her hold on me, and I rolled off her. As soon as I was next to her she threw her arms around me and cuddled in close to me. Her eyes were already closed, and I figured she was almost asleep, so I pulled the blankets over us and switched off the lights. I had to admit that it felt good to have someone sleeping so close to me, if only it wasn’t my sister. 

For some reason I was wide-awake now, and had a lot of trouble falling asleep. All I could think of was images of my sister and her electric toothbrush. I had to admit, her frankness intrigued me a little bit, and I was somewhat curious to try some of the things that she had mentioned earlier. Her arm was draped over my waist, and her head was resting on my shoulder. Her eyes were closed, but I got the distinct feeling that she wasn’t entirely asleep yet. 

After a few more minutes, she stirred, pulling me in tighter to her body. Her hand shifted and rested on my breast. I quickly moved it back down to my waist. A few moments later, she shifted again, this time draping her leg across mine. She pressed her crotch tightly into my leg, and it sent a chill through my body. I could feel the heat between her legs practically burning me, and then I realized that she was wet there. I tried to pull myself away, but her crotch just pressed tighter against me. Eventually I just tried to ignore it, and hoped either she or I would fall asleep. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Val?”

“Mmmph”

“C’mon Val, I know you’re not sleeping.”

“Mmm What”

“Val, you’re all wet.”

She smiled softly and pressed herself harder into my leg.

“Sorry” she whispered.

“C’mon Val, do something about that will you?”

I felt her hips pull back, and her hand slid from my waist to her crotch. I felt the back of her hand against my leg as she checked herself. She moaned softly and put her hand back where it was.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t care, but get it off my leg!”

She smiled again, and I felt her squirm under the covers. She pulled her knees into her body and pulled out her underwear from under the covers. She let them drag across my face as she reached across me and dropped them on the floor on my side of the bed. I could smell her faint odor as she dragged the fabric across my face. She pressed herself into my leg again, and I jumped as her bare hot skin touched me. Her soft hair tickled my leg.

“Better?”

“No that’s not better! You can’t sleep naked.”

She didn’t answer again. 

“It’s still wet down there Val.”

“I can’t help it.”

Again, she pressed herself harder into my leg. Her hand resumed its position on my waist, but this time under my shirt. 

I tried just to ignore it, but I found her naked body touching mine was all I could think about. I didn’t want this to be happening, but I was too tired to get out of my bed. I closed my eyes, hoping to go to sleep so we could wake up sober, and this whole thing would be over. 

Just as I was drifting off, I felt her body shift again, and her crotch steadily and slowly grinding against my leg. It started slowly at first, where I could barely notice it, but it seemed as though the longer I went without stopping it, the more intentional it became. I could feel her breath on my neck getting harder, and I did nothing to stop it. I knew what she was doing, and although I couldn’t believe it, I really didn’t want her to stop. I could feel her growing more excited, and it excited me. I was giving her pleasure just by being there, and it was turning me on. I wondered how far she would actually go, and the more she pressed herself against me, the more excited I became. I felt her hand start to slowly creep up my shirt, and I remained still, letting her have her way with me. 


Valerie Ch. 01







Valerie Ch. 01



"I was on time. I got here at 7:00."

"Outside in line, is not at the club. You should have made sure you were inside by 8:00, not let me cool my heels inside while you enjoyed the night air. If you can't follow such simple instructions, I don't want anything else to do with you."

"Please, Charles. I really want to spend the night with you. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I really did try, but the doorman would not take my money like he did last night."

He seemed to soften a bit. "So you had a plan, but it didn't work. You should've had a back up plan. I'd like to believe you. I enjoyed last night tremendously as well. What would you be willing to do to show me how sorry you are?"

"Anything. Just tell me what I need to do."

Valerie did not notice the predatory aspect to the smile that crossed his face at that. "I tell you what. If you will promise to do anything I ask tonight, I'll reconsider leaving you here."

Valerie hesitated a moment, not quite sure what, "anything I ask," would entail. Thinking that he was talking about sex, she figured that whatever he wanted sexually would lead to more intense pleasure like last night. "Okay, I agree. Whatever you ask, I'll do."

"That's my girl. Come on, the club is far too crowded to enjoy ourselves tonight. I know another place that won't be as crowded."

He led her to his car and opened the door for her. Once she was inside, he told her, "Open the glove box. There is something in there I want you to put on."

When she opened it up, the only thing inside was a dog collar. It was made from red leather and studded with small steel studs all around it. "You want me to put on a dog collar?"

"You're not going to make me regret changing my mind, are you? You did say you would do whatever I asked. I'm asking you to put on that collar."

She thought of getting out, but the car was already moving. She did want some incredible sex tonight. Remembering how his restraining her had heightened the excitement, she figured this might have a similar effect. It wasn't an unattractive collar, and it happened to match her dress. "No. I was just startled is all," she replied as she put the collar around her neck.

When she realized just where they were going, she started to feel rising embarrassment. The Crystal Match was an exclusive club for members only. Of course it wouldn't be too crowded. She realized that the city's most powerful people would potentially be there and she was going to be seen by all of them in a dog collar. She reached up to the collar and his arm shot out, grabbing her wrist. "I did not say take it off. It stays on until I say it comes off."

Her face made an attempt to match the color of her dress as her embarrassment grew. He pulled up to the valet service and the doors were promptly opened. "Mr. Vanquil. It's a pleasure to have you back, sir. Will you be wanting your usual private room?"

As he gave the valet the keys, he answered, "No, I and my companion will take dinner in the main dining room. I do have a package in the safe. Could you see that it is brought to my table with our drinks?"

"Of course, sir. I'll see to it."

While the head valet did not react to her, the others, waiting to park cars for members, snuck not so well disguised looks at Valerie. To her increasing embarrassment, the looks were not concentrated on her breasts or ass, but at her neck. Charles led her into the club.

The interior of the club dripped opulence. Marble floors, hardwood walls, elegant artwork were all combined in exquisite taste to provide the feeling that you were in the presence of royalty of old. Impeccably mannered servants saw to their every need, taking Charles' jacket and showing them to a table in the main dining hall. He ordered drinks for them, a whiskey sour for her and a tom collins for himself. The drinks were delivered shortly with a small package.

He handed her the package, saying, "I would like you to put these on as well."

She opened the box with trepidation. It was too large to be jewelry. Inside were two fur lined lengths of leather about 8 inches long and an inch wide. There were fasteners at each end that would be covered by the fur. More curiously, there were small steel rings set into the leather, almost entirely covered by the fur. Anticipating her confusion on just what to do with them, he informed her, "They go on your wrists."

After a bit of fumbling, she managed to get the leather cuffs on. They were not uncomfortable, but she could not see a purpose to them. They actually fit quite snugly. Curious, she asked, "Just what are these things? I've never seen anything like them."

"You'll understand by the end of the night," he replied cryptically.

All through dinner, she could feel the stares from the staff and patrons. It was weird to have her neck and wrists get more looks than the more traditional areas of her body (though they received looks as well). By the time dinner was over (an excellent Peking duck), she had gotten a little used to the collar and cuffs. She was still aware of the looks she was attracting, but they were not as much of a source of embarrassment as they had been at first.

They both declined dessert, having had plenty with the meal itself. After confirming that the dinner should be added to his monthly dues, they left and retrieved the car. He helped her into the car again, only this time he quickly grabbed each wrist and held it to the side of the seat until there was a clicking noise. Valerie realized that she could not lift her hands up from the seat. "Charles, what…"

"Shhh! Doing whatever I ask includes letting me do whatever I want. Just relax and enjoy the ride."

Embarrassment hit again full force as she realized that her predicament was obvious to the valet staff. She also recognized that signature line of his. The sexual games had started. Again, she found herself unable to participate in whatever they were going to be, only this time the restraint was surer than his hands. Once he was in, he reached over and fastened her lap and shoulder belts, pulling her dress from under her ass, leaving it sitting directly on the leather seat itself. He then started the car and pulled out into traffic. 

As he drove, she realized that they were not going directly to his house. He seemed to be seeking out the most congested traffic. At one stop light, a panel truck on one side of them and a semi on the other, he reached over and pulled the straps on her dress off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her breasts totally exposed!

"Charles! What are you doing?" she cried as her hands struggled in the cuffs.

"I'm doing what I want to do. I want to show you off to anyone who wants to look. I want the world to see just how ready for fucking you are. Now we're going to drive around for a while. Just how long will depend on how much you complain about your situation. It's pretty clear that you're actually enjoying yourself."

At that last comment, Valerie realized that her nipples were quite erect. She still did not want to be displayed this way, but if complaining was going to extend it, she could keep her objections to herself. For the next hour, they drove all over town. Again and again, she saw people glancing and then staring at her exposed breasts. In spite of the humiliation this caused, she became very aroused. Her tits stayed erect the whole time and by the time the hour was up, her pussy was leaking onto the seat.

At another stop light, he reached over and felt under her dress. "I see you've been enjoying yourself." His brief caress of her pussy lips sent a jolt through her body. "I'll let you make a choice. We can drive around for another hour, finding new people to show you off to, or we can drive straight home. But, to go straight home, your dress will have to be pulled up, allowing anyone to see your pussy as well."

She thought about it. From where they were, it was a fifteen minute drive, through lightly traveled streets. There should not be too much danger in that. "I'll take the straight drive to the house." Thinking to herself, "This is a turn on, too. It's weird that something I don't like can be a turn on."

With her answer, he reached over and pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her pussy. Then he surprised her by tilting her seat all the way back, increasing the exposure even more. With the seat back, her arms were stretched tight, totally unable to move even a fraction of an inch. After opening the sunroof, he started to drive again.

Five minutes later, she realized how well he had planned things. The straight route passed through a nighttime construction zone! They had to drive slowly past dozens of men while she was essentially strapped down, pussy and tits exposed. The workers would be close enough to see how aroused she was, and the open sunroof guaranteed that no one would miss a thing. Valerie could not bear to open her eyes and see the lust filled faces of all those men. She felt her entire body blushing as whistles and catcalls seemed to sound out in an endless torrent. Several times the car stopped for, she assumed, a flagman. She just knew that there were dozens of men looking down on her.

"Valerie, I want you to open your eyes and show how much you enjoy the show you're giving the gentlemen."

She opened her eyes and saw five smiling faces looking back at her. She forced a smile as they blatantly stared at her revealed charms. She could smell the tar that was being poured onto the road ahead at one particularly long stop. While they sat and men watched, Charles reached over and began to caress her pussy (that brought a few cheers from the onlookers). As aroused as she was, her body could not help but respond. He ran a finger up and down her slit, barely penetrating and avoiding her clit. She could not help but moan in response to his touches. Frustratingly, she couldn't reach orgasm, since he couldn't reach her sufficiently from the driver's seat. By the time they started moving again, she was a puddle of desire, desperate to be fucked.

Once they were moving again, he stopped touching her, letting her stew in her own arousal. The last five minutes were torture as she felt the heights she had reached descending once again. When they reached his house, he exited and got into the trunk, with her still trapped in her seat. As he opened her door and let her seat back up again, she saw that he had a leash in his hand. He fastened it to the clasp of her collar, put her upper dress back into position (the lower would fall back into place as she stood), and unfastened her wrists from where they were trapped. At this point she was needy enough and sufficiently past embarrassment to not complain about the leash.

Helping her to her feet, he led her by the collar to the front door and into the house. Once inside, he turned to her and said, "I want you to take your dress off. We both know that you're here to get royally fucked, so no hiding what you want when you're in my house."

Thinking it safe now, she slipped out of her dress, leaving it on the floor when he indicated for her to do so. They then proceeded into the living room where, unlike last night, they were met by a gentleman dressed in tails, who turned to them and, after looking her up and down once, turned and said, "Master Charles. Will you be needing the services of the household staff tonight?"

"Yes, have Sally prepare the second master bedroom. I anticipate being there all night. And have Diane arrive early in the kitchen. We may well be very hungry in the morning. Oh, have the lady's dress laundered and ready for her in the morning. I believe she left it in the front hall."

"Very well, sir. I'll see to it immediately. Will there be anything else, sir?"

"No, I believe we can handle anything else ourselves."

The butler went off to give the instructions as Charles turned to Valerie. "Darling, I hope you've enjoyed the night so far. We're going to have a wonderful time and, as long as you do whatever I say, you will experience things that will make last night pale in comparison."

"I… I don't know if I can do this. I've never felt so humiliated in my life. I feel terrified of what's going to happen next."

"Yes, you can do it. In fact, you don't really have a choice. You made a promise and I will make sure you keep it. In addition, it's obvious that you've enjoyed things so far. Just look at how your body is responding. Let your fear go and revel in the sensations of the moment. I promise that you'll come to desire, no, crave the games that we've played tonight and will play in the future. Will you trust me and let me have control tonight?"

"I'll try. I'm as afraid of panicking and ruining everything as I am of what will happen."

"There is something you can do that might help you get into the spirit of the evening. You've promised to do whatever I say and let me do whatever I want. Embrace this night by thinking of me as, and calling me, Master for the rest of the night."  

Charles watched as she struggled with the idea he had planted in her head. He knew what was going though her mind. Master was a term loaded with promise, threat, and emotion. She did not want to think of herself as a slave, but was enticed by the thought of not having to accept responsibility for what would happen. Valerie thought about the feelings she had felt so far tonight. There was embarrassment, humiliation, tremendous arousal, anticipation. She went to The Gotham Club in the hopes of a sexual experience that would surpass all others. She still wanted that experience. Last night, a small feeling of helplessness fueled a mind-blowing orgasm. Would letting herself become truly helpless fuel an even bigger sexual high? Could she forgive herself if she didn't try to find out? She convinced herself, in the end, that it was just for one night. If it was a bad one, she would simply never come back.

"I will try to be whatever you wish me to be, Master"

"Very good. You'll not regret it." He turned to an end table a pressed a button on it. In a matter of seconds a young lady, no more than 25, entered dressed in a maid outfit. "Sally, is the bedroom ready?"

"Yes, sir."

"I want you to take Valerie upstairs and prepare her in the usual manner." To Valerie he instructed, "Valerie, you're to go with Sally here and do whatever she tells you to do. Let her do anything that she wants with you. I will join you when you're ready. For the rest of tonight, you're to address her as Mistress. Do you understand?"

Valerie gulped, "Yes, Master, she is my Mistress for the rest of the night."

Charles handed Sally the leash and walked away. Once he was gone, Sally asked, "Have you ever done anything like this before?"

"No, Mistress. This is the first time I have ever let a man or woman control me like this."

"If you enjoy it, it will be the most glorious thing you have ever experienced. I'll be honest, not everyone enjoys being submissive. There will be no hard feelings if you decide that you can't handle it. But give it a true chance. I would hate you to miss something this fantastic out of fear. Now spread your legs apart. We need to finish your attire."

"Yes, Mistress." Spreading her legs, she thought it curious that Sally would refer to attire, since Val had none. Sally took a matching set of cuffs and fastened them about her ankles. Leading Val by the leash, Sally took her upstairs into a large bedroom dominated by a four poster, king sized, canopy bed. There was a sheet on the bed, but no other bedding. "Not surprising," she thought to herself, "I suspect I won't be sleeping much on it." There were leather straps on each of the four posts with clips on the ends. As they closed, Val saw that the straps could be shortened or lengthened with a crank-like mechanism.

"Get up on the bed and spread your arms and legs." She did and as Sally fastened the clips to the rings in her cuffs, she commented, "I would love to have you to myself for a while, but Master Charles never lets first-timers be shared. They have to build up their levels of submission. I do hope that you will reach a point where being shared is something you can submit to."

"Mistress, I don't know. I have never been with a woman, and forgive me, but the thought is disturbing to me."

"You'd be surprised at how many straight women end up embracing lesbian domination," Sally answered as she tightened the straps. "In fact, some submit to it because it disturbs them. Being forced into something you don't like can be the most powerfully erotic submission ever."

"Now," Sally continued, sitting on the side of the bed, "you need to understand how we do things here. This is not rape. What happens will happen because you're willing for it to happen. To that end, we have a code system for you to let us know when things are too intense or simply more than you can take. We call them safe words. If you can talk, the words 'yellow light' will let us know that things are going too fast and too intense. We will slow down and give you a chance to get your bearings. 'Red light' will tell us that we've gone too far and you need to stop. If you are gagged, we will give you a rubber ball in one hand. If you need to say either safe word, simply let the ball go and we will ungag you and find out what's going on with you. Do you understand the system?"

"Yes, Mistress. I think I'll be able to deal with things better, knowing that I can stop if it's too much."

"Many feel that way. Most submissives report that their ability to, 'take it,' is increased by the knowledge of safe words. Now, here's your ball. I'm going to gag you and do a few more preparations. Even when there is no one here, you'll be watched and someone will be able to respond to distress."

In spite of herself, Val found the idea that she was being watched exciting. Sally put a ball in her mouth that had a bungee like strap coming out of the sides that fitted around her head. The ball had a small hole drilled through it that allowed her to breathe freely. Next, a blindfold was put over her eyes. Her vision was well cut off as the blindfold fit snuggly. She could hear Sally moving about the room, getting into drawers in the dressers she had seen earlier.

The next sensation she felt was something probing her ass. She tried to cry out, "Oh God!", but the gag was very effective and all that came out was a moan. The initial penetration was replaced by something slick and she realized that Sally was lubing her. This seemed to go on for some time and she suspected that Sally was getting what she could. Once she was well lubed, a larger and colder object entered her ass. She clenched against it at first, but the lube made it impossible to keep it out. Whatever the object was, it was fairly long; but when it reached the end, there was a sudden thinning that almost popped into her. She realized, after a couple of tries at bearing down, that the thinner part was trapping it in her ass. Until someone pulled it out, it wasn't going anywhere.

Not surprisingly now, she felt another object enter her pussy. She was wet enough there that no lube was necessary. This one was longer and thicker than the one in her ass. It seemed to go in forever. While it did not have the bulge to hold it in, her pussy lips clenched at it, eliminating any chance of escape. 

Then she could feel Sally on the bed, almost standing over her. When Sally got off the bed, however, she could feel something soft brushing up against her nipples. Whatever it was seemed to be brushing them back and forth at irregular intervals. She had just started to get used to the doubly filled feeling, when she could feel Sally's hand between her legs and the two objects started to vibrate. She could just hear Sally's footsteps moving away and the door open and close. She realized she was alone (except for whatever mysterious watcher was present) with vibrators in her ass and pussy and something brushing her tits over and over. Her body responded quickly and she found herself fast approaching orgasm with no way to speed up or slow down. She was helpless before the assault of her mechanical lovers and, she discovered, loved it.




Valerie Ch. 01



As the vibrators buzzed merrily inside her, and the mysterious devices brushed her tits repeatedly, Valerie reveled in the sensations that were building inside her. Little waves of pleasure rippled through her body, building her level of excitement steadily. Her pussy continued to lubricate and she could feel the juices trickle down to where the butt plug vibrator was lodged in her ass. A warm glow built up throughout her body and her breath came in quicker and shallower gasps, whistling through the hole in her gag. She had reached the point where she was anticipating the first orgasm when the sensations stopped.

The vibrators had seemingly turned themselves off and her tits were no longer being stimulated. She moaned through her gag, trying to convey her desperation for sensation, unaware that no one was present and that the devices were on a cycling timer system. When there was no response to the minimal noises she was able to produce, she tried moving her body to create stimulation. Her bonds were so tight, however, that there was nothing she could do. Bereft of stimulation, her body descended from the high it had reached to the low levels of arousal she had entered the bedroom with.

She had just given up hope of any more pleasure before Charles' return when the devices turned themselves back on. The tit stimulators returned to work first. Able to concentrate on them alone, she figured out that they were made of feathers. As the tingles of arousal began to spread from her breasts, the vibrators came back on and the ride started all over again. Desperate to reach orgasm before they retreated from her again, she did the only things her body was able to do. Val lifted her chest as much as possible to increase the amount of tit that was being stimulated. She also clenched her ass and pussy rhythmically in an attempt to milk as much pleasure from the devices as possible. Her tactics seemed to be working. She was reaching the previous levels of excitement quicker (she thought, having lost all sense of time). 

When the stop came this time, she had a little warning. The feathers pulled away from her breasts before the vibrators stopped. Desperately she quickened her clenches, but to no avail. Maybe a minute before she would have climaxed, the vibrators stopped again. If not for the gag, a long wail of frustration would have escaped from her lips. As it was, only a long moan was to be heard in the otherwise empty room.

As her body began its descent again, she tried everything she could in an attempt to stay as aroused as possible so as to get a head start on the next cycle. She kept clenching against the silent phalluses plugging her holes and tried to reach the feathers that she assumed (correctly) had lifted themselves up. She also tried to think of the most erotic things she could. After a few thoughts of being fucked and giving head did not seem to help, she had the idea of Sally tying her up pass through her head. She realized that this was an incredible turn on. As her mind's eye pictured each limb being pulled tight in its bonds, she thought, "Yes, tie me up, ravish my body." 

When her imagination had her totally restrained, she did not picture the vibrators plugging her, but Sally herself beginning to caress her. While she was repelled by the thought of another woman making love to her, it was nonetheless arousing. The thoughts did not stop her excitement level from dropping, but it did not drop as fast or as far (in the back of her mind, she wondered how something that repulsed her could arouse her). When the relentless mechanical assault returned, she was ready for it and worked with it, using every one of the meager supply of tools at her disposal.

Her body tensed regularly as her chest lifts and her clenches proceeded in unison. She kept the mind show running, letting her imagination have free reign. Where it took her was shocking, as the imaginary Sally forced the bound Valerie to lick her pussy. She could not see it, but her whole body was flush with a sexual glow and a sheen of sweat covered her. So into getting an orgasm this time was she, that she did not hear the door open or Charles' approach across the carpeted floor. 

When he reached down and stroked her clit, she jerked and moaned in surprise seconds before that vital stimulation sent her over the edge into an orgasm that made last night's pale in comparison. She strained against her bonds in a mighty tug that left her arms and legs sore from the strain. The waves of intense pleasure seemed to wash over her for minutes. Just as she was coming off the first orgasm, the unstopping stimulation of her tits, pussy, ass, and clit sent her over the edge again. This one seemed to last even longer (though it did not actually). It is fortunate that her hands clenched shut instead of opening or she might have dropped the ball.

As she came down from the second orgasm, the vibrators turned off and Charles' hand left her clit. He removed the rod from her pussy, leaving it with a strange empty feeling. The feathers no longer touched her breasts. Val could feel him moving around the bed before his hands touched her face and slipped the blindfold off. He brushed her hair away from her face and stared at her with naked desire. 

He was naked, the first time she had seen him so. After giving her a few minutes to catch her breath, he asked, "Are you ready for more?" She nodded her head vigorously, moaning what she hoped would be understood as "Yes! Please don't stop now."  

"First, it's my turn," he said as he stood, letting her see his cock, hard and straight, twitching with anticipation. "You must fuck me and make me cum. I'll let you choose whether to use your mouth, ass, or pussy." He walked around the bed, releasing her limbs from the bed posts. Once she was released, he fastened her hands behind her again. As she stood, hands behind her back, he removed the gag and asked her which orifice she was going to use.

She had been thinking about that since he first mentioned the choice. Her first thought had been to use her pussy. With her mouth he would want her to swallow again, not her favorite sexual activity. She had always found sodomy painful and was a little afraid of it. But her mind kept returning to how a fantasy of something she detested turned her on so well. "I've decided to try things I would never do normally tonight already. I should go for broke and see if this is a pattern. Can I find pleasure in things I've always disliked? Being out of control is a turn on, and apparently lesbian sex is as well. Now I can try sodomy."

"Master, I would like to use my ass tonight."

"Excellent choice, Valerie. Now we're going to play a little game as well. Do you see these things?" he asked as he picked up a small pair of what appeared to be clip on earrings from the dresser. "I'm going to put these on your nipples. They will only come off when you are successful in bringing be to climax."

"Master, please don't. They'll hurt."

"Yes, they will hurt. That will be incentive for you to do a great job of ass raping yourself."

Val cringed at his choice of words. She thought about the safe words for a moment, but decided that she could take this. She knew she did not want the night to end. "I'm ready, Master."

He first removed the vibrator from her ass. This in itself was painful at first, as the thick locking bulb had to clear her sphincter. Once that was clear, the rest came out almost by itself. That finished, he rubbed her nipples to get them erect and applied the clamps one at a time. "Ooowwwww!" she screamed as the first one pinched her right nipple. She could not remember that much pain before. The left nipple fared no better as it too was crushed in the clamp (or so it felt). Blessedly, after the initial burst of pain, the levels dropped somewhat, though they still hurt a lot.

Once the clamps were attached, Charles moved over to a large love seat and sat down. "Attend me, Valerie. For your sake, be quick about it. As she walked over she found that each step brought a little jolt of pain to her tortured nipples. Thankful that her ass was still stretched and slick from her own juices, she backed her ass down onto his cock. While she was sure there was some pain in her ass, the constant jerks of pain in her breasts rendered her unable to feel the lesser pain in her ass.  

Her original plan to fuck for all she was worth was put aside as she sought a balance between the pain in her nipples and getting him off. The faster she rode him, the more the clamps, and the little jeweled weights on the ends of them, moved around to send fresh surges of agony through her tits. If she went too slowly, she feared that he would never climax. 

She quickly found a rhythm that she could hear was turning him on more and that seemed to synchronize her movements with the weights. While the jerks were harder and more painful, her up motions coincided with the weight's down motions and minimized as much as possible (though that wasn't much really) the number of jerks. She found the pain excruciating and was tempted to use a safe word, but her pride prevented her from doing so. Additionally, she found her pussy beginning to feel tender and wanting again, lubricating in renewed anticipation.

He reached that place where she could feel his cock clench to hold off orgasm for a few more seconds. She abandoned the rhythm and bucked for all she was worth, knowing the end was in reach. Charles made an inarticulate cry and she felt hot cum erupt into her bowels. She slammed back down onto him and clenched her anus around his prick, milking it. After several spasms, he relaxed, his penis beginning to soften. He reached around and removed both clamps from her nipples at the same time.

She was unprepared for the wave of pain that shot though her from the sudden rush of blood into her tender nibs. Charles dropped the clamps onto the floor and caressed her nipples, soothing them as they began to recover from their torture. Then, with his flaccid cock still in her ass, he started to caress her breasts and stomach, using all the skill he showed last night. Arousal started anew and she leaned back as much as possible to revel in his attention. He did not take long to move to her wet pussy and send her to those glorious heights once again. He skillfully brought her to the edge of climax and stopped.

"Please, Master, don't stop."

"But Valerie, you've left me a mess. Get up and clean my cock off."

Slowly, Val stood up, his penis pulling loose from her ass. She could feel fluids oozing out of her as she turned around and saw his cock, flaccid and covered in a mixture of their fluids. Trembling with near orgasm, she knelt down and brought her mouth up to his crotch. As she began to lick him clean, she thought, "Why am I doing this? This is disgusting." Her mind was in conflict with her body. Desperate for orgasm, she was willing to debase herself like this, but her mind could not understand this willingness. Even more confusing was finding things she considered disgusting to actually be arousing at the same time.

Because that was what was happening. Licking drying cum and her own anal fluids off his cock was disgusting and made her stomach roll, but that she was doing it was exciting for reasons she could not put her finger on. She knew it was more than just the promise of an orgasm. There was something in the whole situation that aroused her tremendously.

So recently spent, Charles' penis did not regain its rigidity. It took only a short while for Val to get all the mess in his groin lapped up. Finished, she looked up at him expectantly. He reached down and brushed her hair from in front of her face. "Very good, Valerie. Would you like an orgasm now?"

"Yes, Master."

"Come with me." He led her to a corner of the room where ropes hung from a large eye-bolt anchored in the ceiling. He unfastened her wrists from behind her and hooked them to a pair of the ropes. As she stood there, he retrieved the blindfold and gag, plunging her once again into that mute blindness. Feeling the ball placed in her hand again, she gripped it tightly, not wanting him to stop.

She felt her arms being pulled tight as the ropes were pulled up, stretching her. By the time the ropes stopped, she was standing on her tip toes. Her arms were pulled taut enough to cause an ache in her shoulders. As she dangled, barely touching the floor, she felt his hands lightly caress her body. Val's body responded with a vengeance. Still partially aroused from earlier, the heat in her that had begun to cool reignited. He had not yet touched her breasts or pussy, yet her nipples hardened and her juices began to flow liberally, leaving small rivulets running down her legs. For the longest time, Charles avoided her pleasure centers and caressed her legs, belly, arms and face.

Feelings of pleasure and pain once again warred inside her. Her arms and shoulders had progressed from ache to outright pain, not severe, but constant, like a bad headache. Her legs were trembling from the strain of keeping on her toes. She wanted to give them rest, but to do so would increase the strain on her arms. Yet, her arousal increased as his touches continued. She felt close to climax, yet he had denied her as of yet by avoiding those areas that would trigger an orgasm. That familiar feeling of frustration was returning as he teased and tormented her with pleasure.

With her body trembling in pain and excitement, he whispered, "Are you enjoying the ride?"

Unable to speak, she nodded her head and moaned with what she hoped conveyed desire.

"You want to cum?"

Again she nodded her head.

"What would you do to have an orgasm even more intense than the ones you've had from me so far?"

She could hardly fathom the idea of orgasms more intense than from last night, but in her heart, she knew it was possible. She nodded her head again.

"Would you accept more pain if it would make such pleasure possible."

Valerie hesitated. More pain? She already felt like she was in agony at the limit of her endurance. But she was desperate for an orgasm and wanted to test the limits of pleasure this night. Fearful, she nodded her head.

She felt him move away. Anticipation kept her at a highly aroused state. The next sensation was a fire in her nipples as the clamps from earlier were reattached. As that pain settled to its constant level of burning, her legs were pulled farther apart, making it impossible to stand, suspending all her weight on her arms. The pain in her shoulders grew in leaps and bounds. She felt like she could take no more when his hands returned to her body. She faced the paradox of pain and arousal in her breasts at the same time. She moaned in combined agony and ecstasy. Her body trembled and she could not tell how much was from arousal and how much was from pain.

Her hand with the ball started clenching spasmodically. Desperate to hold on she cried into her gag and forced her hand closed. When he finally moved his hands to her sex, she threw her head back as far as it would go and moaned violently into her gag. The waves of pleasure built upon themselves. The pain prevented the orgasm from happening when it normally would, forcing the pleasure to build even greater. She could hardly believe the intensity of the feelings. Slowly, the ecstasy built to more powerful levels than the pain, almost acting like morphine, dampening the pain little by little.

When the dam broke, she felt like she was dying. The levels of pleasure built up and crescendoed. The orgasm hit her and her body shuddered in pleasure. The pain was a distant memory as waves of orgasm hit her again and again. Charles did not stop caressing her pussy and clit as the climax continued. With one hand he kept up his stimulation while the other released the clamps on her tits. The release pain leaked through the orgasm, strangely intensifying it. He loosened the ropes pulling her legs out. As her legs touched the floor again, she was too involved in the orgasm to stand. He stopped his stimulation to let her down from the ceiling. Her body collapsed to the floor, the last throws of orgasm shaking her.

As she recovered from the most powerful climax she had ever felt, Charles carried her to the bed again. He unbound her arms, removed the gag and blindfold, and watched her as she came back to her senses. "It's time to sleep. I don't think you're up to much more tonight. Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes, Master, I did. Did you?"

"Oh yes. Watching a beautiful woman writhe in pleasure is always an enjoyable sight, even more so when you're responsible for that writhing," he laughed. "You go to sleep now. We will talk in the morning. With the night done, you no longer have to call me Master."

"Thank you, Master. See you in the morning."





Valerie Ch. 01



"More than you might think. It might help if you don't beat about the bush. Which parts did you like? What did you not like? Is there anything you would like to experience again at some time?"

Valerie took a deep breath, "I'm not used to talking about sex so plainly and openly. I loved the orgasms."

He laughed at that. "I loved giving you them, too."

"While I am loathe to admit it, being tied up was an exhilarating feeling. It felt like I could concentrate on feeling all the pleasure. Damn! That makes me sound like a slut."

"If by slut you mean someone who revels in the enjoyment of sex, that's not a bad thing. If you mean a low class woman with no morals, that is unrelated to sex and is most definitely not you. Never let anyone shame you for enjoying one of God's greatest gifts to men and women."

"I'm not so sure about that. I found myself doing, and letting be done to me, things that I have always believed were wrong."

"What things?"

She blushed again. "Anal sex. I've always considered it gross and inhuman. Yet, I chose sodomy when you gave me a choice, and I'm not sure why, exactly."

"Go ahead and talk it through. I saw you considering it then. What was going through your mind?"

"Well, I…I…I had committed myself to having no say last night. It seemed like a good idea at the time to not take that control back. I had the impression that you wanted to sodomize me and this was a chance to see if there was yet another thing that I detested that I would end up enjoying."

"You have good instincts. I did want your ass last night. You might want to explore why you didn't want to take back any of the control. I'm curious, though. You said another thing. What else had you experienced that you had detested but ended up enjoying."

"Actually, it wasn't something that happened, it was something Sally talked about that I found erotic and revolting at the same time."

"What exactly did Sally mention?"

"She mentioned that you did not allow others to participate in a first timer's submission. Lesbian sex has always bothered me, to the point of disgust. But when I thought about it last night, the disgust was mixed with arousal. God! There must be something wrong with me."

"No, there is nothing wrong with you. It's not uncommon for people to find taboo acts erotic even while they're revolted. Submissives are especially sensitive to this feeling. Partly it's the knowledge that, 'it's not their fault;' if they experience the taboos, since they are just, 'following orders.' Some even go so far as to request that they be, 'forced,' to engage in acts they find offensive or morally objectionable."

"That is so weird. Can you explain why I…why the pain…I'm not even sure how to put it. I did not like the pain. Pain sucks. Yet, the pain from last night seemed to enhance the pleasure in some way. How can that not be something wrong?"

"First, ask yourself, truly, did you enjoy the pain itself?"

"No, absolutely not. It hurt and I can't stand being hurt. Yet I did not try to stop it and I don't understand why."

"I'm glad you didn't enjoy the pain itself. That is true masochism. I would have to see you get help in that case. I've heard submissives give two different reasons for wanting the pain, or at least accepting it. One is that for some, the pain seems to open up the nerves for enhanced feelings of all sorts. It's like pain primes the feelings pump. Others find not the pain erotic, but the giving up of control that allows it to be inflicted. For them, the taking of the pain that they dislike is erotic because it is the biggest loss of control they have to give and that giving up control is what turns them on."

"It might be a little of both for me. I'm not sure."

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"I'm not sure what, though I feel the need to talk about something. Last night still confuses me and frightens me."

"What is frightening?"

"I don't know what I would be willing to do next. Can I trust myself? Can I trust you? I know I have, but in the light of day, I'm sorry, it seems like foolishness. I've known you for two days and I came to your house and let you tie me up and have your way with me. What was I thinking?"

"That's a healthy fear. That fear and the concern it breeds is a good thing and I don't want you to ever lose it. That's why I have not asked you back as of yet. Until you answer those questions, you shouldn't meet with me again. Some have never come back after their first time. Others have come to terms with the questions and answered them in their own way. You need to find those answers for yourself. I hope you find the answers and return for more and deeper experiences. But you need to be sure of your safety. Not everyone who plays in this lifestyle is healthy and safe."

"I think I need to leave. I have a desire to come again, but I'm not ready yet. I need the next time to not be a stupid decision."

"Very good, let me call you a cab to take you home. Here is my card so you can call if and when you're ready."

On the way home, Valerie pondered this weekend. She had certainly found the relaxation and unwinding that she was looking for. She would need to figure out how to be sure of Charles and his staff. But that was a task for another day. Today, she needed to get home, break out a couple of toys, and deal with the growing horniness building inside.

*

Thanks to Dani for the wonderful proofreading that this story was long in need of.



Valerie Ch. 01



Her hand moved painfully slow, and by the time her hand reached just below my breasts, my nipples ached to be touched. I wanted to feel her hands on me, and I couldn’t wait any more. I could feel the heat building between my own legs as I anticipated her touch. I shifted my position, and lowered myself into her hands. She inhaled long and hard as I moved my leg over her crotch, and her hand rested on top of my bare breast. She didn’t move for what seemed like hours after that, until finally her finger began to brush itself back and forth over my stiffening nipples ever so lightly. I took a deep breath as her fingers grew bolder and began to tease my nipples more boldly. 

Her crotch again began to press into my leg, and this time I pressed back, by opening my legs further apart and pressing directly into her. Her fingers were now lightly stroking my aching nipples, and her pussy was constantly pressing hard into my leg. Her breathing was becoming erratic, and it seemed as though she would cum soon. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Val.” I whispered. My throat was dry, and my words seemed to cut out, but as soon as I spoke, she stopped moving.

“Val, are you gonna cum soon?”

She didn’t answer, and I could feel her skin get hotter against mine. I opened my legs further, pressing harder into her, and placed my hand over hers on my breast, encouraging her to continue.

“Val?”

I rolled myself towards her, and firmly placed my leg between her legs. Her hand remained loosely clutching my breast. I reached around behind her and pulled her hips into my leg. Her eyes opened, and she looked directly into my eyes.

“I want you to cum Val.”

I pressed my leg harder into her, and she quickly started to hump my leg again. Her fingers pulled at my nipples, and I could feel her wetness coating my leg as her pussy slid against me. Finally, I felt her body shake and tense up against my own. She gasped a long sigh, I felt her juices flood my leg, and I knew that she came. 

When her breathing returned to normal, I pulled her close to me and hugged her tight. Her hand was still playing with my nipples, and I knew I needed to cum myself.

“You’re turn” Val whispered. I didn’t say anything as her hand made it’s way from my breasts, down my belly to the edge of my panties. She sat up and rolled me flat on my back, still holding my one leg between her own. Before I knew what was happening, her fingers had slipped down my panties and were slowly caressing my pussy. My head was screaming that this was wrong, and everything in me told me it should stop, but I just let it happen. I wanted it to happen. Her fingers were incredible, as if they knew right where to go, and in seconds, I had several of the most powerful orgasms I had in my life.

Immediately after, the reality of what had occurred hit me hard, and I got up and ran out of the room, locking myself in the bathroom. As soon as soon as I flipped on the light, I caught my reflection in the mirror, and I started to cry. I couldn’t look at myself. I couldn’t look at either one of us. I was disgusted with the way I had acted. I felt like a whore, and I hated my sister and myself. How could I have done such a thing? It was as if I had no control over myself, and I hated that feeling. I hated that I could be so out of control, so I sat on the floor and cried. Valerie had made an attempt to get me to come out, but I just screamed at her. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but it was something along the lines of her making me sick, and I hated her and never wanted to see her again. I didn’t feel any better that I had said those things to her. I blamed her for what we had done, when I knew that I was to blame, but it just seemed easier, and made more sense at the time to blame her. I hated for making her feel the way I did. 

The next morning I woke up on the bathroom floor, right where I had cried myself to sleep. When I came out, the house was empty. There was no sign of Valerie, where she had gone, or when she left. My bed was made, and my things were put away. I felt horrible about the way I treated her, and desperately wanted to talk to her and make things better. I had no idea what I was going to say, but I felt that I had to say something. I wanted to tell her that I didn’t blame her for what happened. I thought we should probably try to sort things out and try to make sense of what happened. It was either that, or forget about it completely, and pretend it never happened. That would have been just fine with me, except I didn’t think it was possible.

All day I felt dirty. I just couldn’t believe that I had done those things with my own sister, but what scared me the most was that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. What scared me the most is what I would do when I saw her next? I didn’t know if I would yell, or avoid her, or worst of all, submit to my true feelings and let it happen again. I felt sick to my stomach, and spent the better part of the day vomiting and crying. The anticipation was killing me. I needed to talk to Val, and I had no idea where she was. When it got to be late at night, I started to worry.

She got home around 10:00 p.m. and found me out on our back deck smoking a cigarette. We saw each other through the sliding glass door, and she hurried up the stairs and into her room before I could stop her. 

I went to her room and opened the door. She was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. 

“Hi” I said quietly. “Where were you all day?”

“What do you care?”

“I was worried. I didn’t know if…”

“I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t hate you Val. I just…”

“Look, forget it okay. There’s no need to explain.”

“Val, please. I don’t blame you for what happened last night. I know it was my fault. I shouldn’t have let it get that far.”

She looked at me, and It looked as though she was about to burst into tears.

“That’s just it. You don’t get it. I’m really glad to hear that you don’t blame me for what happened.”

“No, I don’t. I blame myself…”

“What’s the difference? You can blame who ever you want. It doesn’t matter.”

“Look, I’m sorry I said all those things to you last night. I didn’t mean any of it. I was just…”

“Just blaming me for what happened. I get it.”

“Val, I…”

“Don’t you realize what happened last night? It wasn’t something that just happened. It wasn’t a mistake. It was you and I finally admitting to each other how we feel about each other. Finally doing what we should have done long ago, but you don’t see it that way. You see it as something that should have never happened, and all you want to do is figure out whose fault it was. Well you can blame who ever you want if it will make you feel better, I don’t really care.”

“Is that what you really think? You think that what happened was okay?”

“I did, until it became abundantly clear that you were sickened by it. By me.”

“Val, what happened was not normal. It shouldn’t have happened at all. We’re sisters, not lovers. We can’t do things like that with each other. It’s not right.”

She got off the bed and started pacing the room.

“Why not? What happened? Did the world turn upside down because we got each other off? What is so terrible about what we did? What has changed since last night? Everything seems to be exactly the same as it was the day before, except now you hate me.”

“I told you, I don’t hate you.”

“No, you’re just disgusted by me. Listen, you do whatever you have to do to forget about what happened. I’m sorry that I did this to you.”

“I told you, I don’t blame you, and I don’t hate you. I just hope that we can forget about what happened.”

“Forget? I can’t forget. You just don’t understand. What happened last night was more than just some stupid mistake. I’ve wanted to do that forever. I wanted you to love me my whole life, and now that I finally got what I wanted, you tell me it was a mistake, and should never of happened. But I feel so much better that at least you don’t blame me for it. I love you. I always have, and you just can’t see that. I love you, and who is it that says I can’t? Who are you or anyone else to tell me who I can or can’t love like that? Who says it’s wrong and shouldn’t happen? I’m sorry that you feel that way, but I can’t forget.”

I was completely speechless. I had no idea that my sister felt like that at all. 

“Val, I had no idea…”

“Well of course you didn’t. I’m sure if you had known what this really was, rather than just some alcohol induced experimentation, you’re whole attitude would be completely different. That’s what hurts me the most is that up until this very moment that’s all this was to you, and you can’t even handle that. Now that you know what it really is, I’m sure you really hate me now.”

I didn’t answer her for a few minutes while I gathered my thoughts. Val was sobbing softly. She sat back down on her bed, clearly waiting for me to respond.

“On the contrary Val, it’s just the opposite.”

I walked over and sat down next to her.

“I never thought of it like that at all. I was just confused. I didn’t know you felt like that. I didn’t know I felt like that either, until last night. I’m sorry that I hurt you, but I was afraid of what I was feeling. Truthfully, I liked it, and I thought it was wrong. I was worried that it might happen again, and because I would have wanted it to, not because you made me. I love you too Val and I don’t want us to destroy that.”

She looked at me with her eyes full of tears.

“You don’t have to say that. I know you don’t mean it, but thank you. At least I know that I mean that much to you that you would go against what you really feel to make me feel better. I know you love me, but I don’t expect you to love me the same way I love you. It’s just something I’ll have to deal with. I’m sorry.”

She wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to smile as convincingly as she could. She threw her arms around me and hugged me.

“I’m sorry I did that to you. It was selfish of me, and I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Val please, listen to what I’m saying. It’s okay, I want this…”

Val smiled and hugged me again.

“No, you don’t.” She laughed through her tears. “Just the thought of having sex with another girl freaked you out before last night, let alone your own sister. This is not what you want, and it’s okay.”

“But Val, last night was…last night was incredible. I never felt anything so amazing. I don’t want to forget what that felt like.”

“It was just sex. Anyone who knows what to do could have made you feel that good.”

“No Val, not that. I mean, that was incredible too, but it’s not just that, it’s everything. It’s you, and the way it’s been lately. I love you. I love that we are close, and if we can be closer, than I want to be. I didn’t realize it until now, but I know that’s what it is. I don’t care if it’s wrong. Last night was the most incredible thing in my life, and I didn’t know how to handle it.”

She looked at me and smiled, but before she could speak, I kissed her hard on the lips. As soon as we touched, everything just felt right. Every trace of doubt and guilt that I had been feeling was gone, and I was feeling nothing but love for my sister. I hadn’t recognized what this feeling was before, but now I knew what it was, and I never wanted it to end.



Valerie Ch. 02



That night, we simply lay in bed together, just kissing and holding each other. Our naked bodies tangled together felt comfortable, as if we had just found something that we didn’t even know was missing until we’d found it. We let our hands explore each other, aquatinting ourselves with each other’s body and touch. The sight of our bodies together began to seem as if they belonged. It became difficult to tell who was who, and it almost didn’t matter. I was comfortable. I felt no shame or guilt or embarrassment. I came to realize my true feelings, and embrace them. I was in love with my sister. It became obvious that this was meant to be, and I didn't know it, or chose not to believe it until now. Valerie however, knew it all along, and never denied it to herself, just to me, out of fear that I wouldn’t accept it, and we would be forced apart forever. 

As we connected, I could feel her. I felt what she had been feeling for years, and it hurt. It hurt to know that I could have unknowingly caused her so much pain. I imagined that I was healing her with my touch, mending her broken soul with each loving touch of my skin to hers. 

There was nothing I couldn’t have shared with her at that moment, but there was no need. She already knew everything that she needed to. I knew that, because I felt it too. There was no need to speak, and no awkward urges to feel as if we should, as if years of isolation from each other had vanished, and we knew each other all along. We realized that it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if we haven’t talked for almost eighteen years, or we spent most of our lives trying to get as far from each other as we could. We would never be able to escape this feeling. It was always there, and always would be, and all we had to do was acknowledge it, embrace it. We were a part of each other. We would have had to eventually. Sooner or later, this had to happen, because what we felt was bigger than both of us. We could have denied it forever, but sooner or later, this was bound to happen. There was no way we could have avoided it forever. I had never experienced such a feeling of freedom in my life.

I fell asleep in my sister’s arms. I never felt safer, stronger or more sure of anything than this. I dreamt vivid dreams about her. Dreams I had not experienced before, or at least before I could remember. They were familiar, as if I had been there before, but couldn’t remember. It was a strange place surrounding us with no clear distinction of where we were, but we were comfortable there. We felt safe. Maybe it was the place, or because we were together, but I never wanted to leave. As I slept, I was aware of her naked body against mine.

When we woke in the morning, we both knew that we had been to the same place, as if we were there together, in the same dream at the same time. It is something that has never happened before or since, but it was real. We stayed close to each other, and felt as if we never wanted to get up. We looked at each other lovingly, and shared a knowing smile.

I kissed her lips softly.

“Say something.” I whispered.

“What do you want me to say?”

“It doesn’t matter, I just want to hear your voice.”

“I woke up, and you’re here, next to me, with me. Promise me you will be her everyday when I wake up.”

“I will be. Everyday when you wake up, and every night when you go to sleep, I will be here.”

She kissed me softly and closed her eyes, resting her head against my shoulder. Her hands slowly slid across my skin, sending chills throughout my body. Down my arm, over my stomach to my breasts. I felt her fingers lightly gliding over my nipple, causing me to inhale sharply at her touch. Her eyes opened, and we kissed. 

I slowly rolled her onto her back, and kissed her entire body. My tongue and lips explored every inch of her delicate skin. Her lips, her ears and neck, over her shoulders to her pink nipples. I took my time basking in the feel of her skin against mine. I worked my way down to her belly, down her legs to her ankles, feet and toes, and back up to her sweet center. She was already wet and open to me, and I let my tongue explore every part of her, spending extra time in the places she responded to best. She was the sweetest fruit I’d ever tasted ,and I could have stayed there forever. I licked her from top to bottom, from the soft skin above her womanhood, down to her little anus. Every bit of it as exhilarating as the last, until I finally settled on her clit. In seconds she was pressing herself against me, and I could feel her muscles contracting, and her juices flowed out of her. I tasted every bit of her, and it was heaven. 

I had never imagined myself doing the things I was doing, but now that I had done them, I never wanted to stop. I never imagined anything could be so good, or that I would take so much pleasure from pleasing someone else. Hearing my sister’s cries of ecstasy urged me further, until she made me stop. I returned my lips to hers, kissing her passionately.

 Finally, she did the same to me. I never felt anything so comforting and erotic as she bathed me in her loving kisses. Each time her lips touched me I quivered with excitement. I began to feel this odd sensation that I had never felt before. My stomach felt as though I was constantly falling, and I felt as if I were going to pee. It almost felt as if there was something ready to burst out of me. As Valerie’s tongue massaged the arch of my foot, I tried to tell her to stop, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know what was happening. Suddenly, as if she sensed what I was feeling, she dove herself between my legs. The pleasure was excruciating, and without warning, my body felt as though it exploded. The pleasure I felt was indescribable, and it was as if I had no control. I felt as though I was falling away, and Valerie’s touch was the only thing keeping me connected to where I was. It seemed as if it would never end, until I felt myself slowly beginning to return. I was again aware of my sister’s body against mine, her gentle hands brushing my hair from my face and her soft kisses on my neck.

We spent the rest of the day together. We had showered, and except for an occasional meal, we never left each other’s side, giving each other love and pleasure until we were too exhausted to continue.

Again, we slept together, as if we were one. When I woke in the morning, Val was still asleep. I watched her sleep peacefully for what seemed like hours. I was content just watching her, and, for the first time, began to notice how different she looked from me. Her beauty was intoxicating.

Finally, her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled.

“What are you looking at?”

“You.”

She sat up on her elbows. “How long have you been awake?”

“I don’t know, about an hour.”

“Mom and dad are coming back today.”

“I know. I guess we should clean up a little.”

“Probably, but I don’t see any point in rushing.”

“What are we gonna do when they come back?”

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll have to figure something out. In the meantime, we should take advantage of the fact that we’re alone.”

“Oh yea? Well what did you have in mind?”

She leaned over and kissed me, making me shudder as her tongue wiggled around mine. 

“Val, I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life then in the past two days.”

She put her hand between my legs. Her finger gently sinking between my lips, stroking my opening. I could feel myself getting wetter, and it was obvious she felt it too.

“It looks like you’ve got a little left in you.”

She continues rubbing me until I was thoroughly wet. Her finger gently pressed against my clit, causing my body to stiffen.

“Mmm, looks like I hit the spot. What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything you want.”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Do you want to cum?”

She squeezed my clit gently. I threw my arms over my head, grabbing on to the bedpost as my hips jumped off the bed to meet her probing fingers. Her tongue teased my nipple, and she smiled wickedly as she let her fingers move away from the magic spot.

“Don’t stop Val, please.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to cum.”

I could feel my juices flowing freely out of me, and my clit felt it was going to burst. Val pulled the covers off of us.

“Stay right here.”

I took a deep breath, and my hand immediately went between my legs. Val grabbed my rest and put it back behind my head.

“No cheating.”

I rolled my eyes, and let out a sigh of impatience as she quickly left the room. I could feel myself opening up, and I tried hard to calm myself down. Val came back a few second later, hiding something behind her back. She quickly straddled my chest and grabbed my hands. I could feel her tying my hands to the bedpost.

“Val! What are you doing?”

She giggled as I felt her pull the material tightly around my wrists.

“Now you’re going to have to trust me. I’m going to do whatever I want to you, and you’re gonna have to do everything I tell you.”

I never had any experience with anything like this before, but I trusted Val, and I would have done anything to get off at that point. After she was sure I couldn’t move, she sat herself up on her knees, her pussy just inches from my mouth. She pushed her hips forward, leaning back to reach between my legs. Her fingers again began to stroke my clit, and again I responded by thrusting my hips towards her. 

“I’m gonna make you cum, but you have to do whatever I say.”

I closed my eyes and nodded, hating the anticipation. She moved her hand from my pussy, and sat back up. She spread herself open with one hand, while the other gently massaged her breasts.

“Lick me.”

I eagerly dove my tongue into her open hole, fucking her with my tongue while she rubbed her clit. I could feel her wetness on my tongue. She swirled her hips over me, and moaned softly as I plunged my tongue deep inside her. I could feel myself getting more excited and wanted nothing more than for her to touch me. As if she read my mind, she pulled herself away from me.

“You want me to touch you? You want to cum right?”

“Val…”

“Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to make me cum, please.”

She smiled, and moved herself off me. She bent down and picked something off the floor.

“Close your eyes.”

I did as I was told. Suddenly I heard a faint humming sound, and knew immediately what it was.

“Keep them closed.”

I felt a light tickle on my nipples. The sensations burned through me, right down to the tips of my toes. Slowly, the buzzing sound moved it’s way down my body, to my inner thigh. I shook as I imagined that sensation on my clit, but val had other plans. She teased me slowly.

“Where do you want me to touch you with it?”

“You know where, please Val.”

“Mmm…I think I do.”

Just as she said those words, I could feel the edge of the toothbrush pressing at the edge of my ass. I quickly opened my eyes.

“Val No!”

She smiled, and slowly pressed it into me. The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt. It was almost uncomfortable at first, but she immediately started licking my clit, turning the sensation into complete pleasure. Just as I was about to cum, she stopped.

“No Val, please don’t stop!”

She pulled herself up and lay next to me. Her fingers tickled my nipples, and she kissed me hard. My hips were pumping the air, and I devoured her lips and tongue. She pulled away from me and cupped her hand around my aching pussy, pushing me back down. I felt her tongue in my ear, and she started to whisper.

“Are you ready to cum now?”

“Yes Val, please do it, make me cum.”

Her grip tightened around my pussy. 

“Okay, but you have to make me cum first.”

“Val please just do it, make me cum.” 

I struggled hard to free my hands, but to no avail.

Finally, She turned herself around and threw her leg over my head, lowering her pussy to my lips. I licked and sucked her as hard as I could as she ground herself into me, fucking my face. She was moaning loudly, and occasionally she’d give my clit a quick lick, ensuring that I remained on the edge. I could feel her muscles start to contract, and I knew she was going to cum. Finally I heard the buzz of the toothbrush as she placed it directly on to my clit. I screamed loudly into her pussy, and we both came. I saw sparks of color shooting across my eyes as my body completely gave in to my orgasm. Before I could fully recover, I felt her lips press against my pussy, launching me into yet another mind blowing orgasm.

As I fought to catch my breath, Val cuddled herself next to me, and began to untie my hands. As soon as I was free, I smacked her bare arm as hard as I could, then pulled her into me and hugged her tightly.

“So I take it you liked that.”

My whole body was pins and needles, and I was completely numb between my legs. I loosened my grip on her, and she gently stroked my hair as I regained my breath. I noticed her hand casually moving between her legs.

“You are unbelievable. Don’t you ever get tired?”

“Not when I’m with you.”

I smiled. “Well I guess we’ll have to see about that.”

I rolled towards her and put my hand between her legs. I pushed two of my fingers inside her as far as they could go. She rolled on her back and spread her legs wide as I pumped my fingers into her as fast as I could. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I fingered her to two more orgasms. I loved watching her cum. Finally she was begging me to stop.

We had actually managed to clean ourselves up and straighten the house before our parents arrived. That night, I sneaked into her room after my parents had gone to bed, and for the third night, kept my promise to be there when she fell asleep, and when she woke up.

The next day, we were still too tired to do much of anything, so we told our mom that we didn’t feel well, and spent the day under a blanket on the couch watching movies. Occasionally, we would kiss and touch each other while our parents weren’t around. We almost got caught making out a few times, but it just added to the excitement. My parents were oblivious, and just very happy that we were actually getting along so well. If they only knew! One time, Val had her hand down the front of my shorts and was playing with me when my mom came in the room and started talking to us. I tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn’t. My mom sat down next to us while Val fingered me to orgasm, right in front of my mom! I had to admit, it was very hot. 

Val and I had both fallen asleep shortly after that, when my mom woke us up to see what we wanted for dinner. We all agreed on pizza, and Val even volunteered to pick it up, saying that she could use the fresh air. I told her I would go with her, but she knew I was tired, and told me to stay, and that she would be right back. She put on her shoes, and started out the door.

“Wait Val!”

She stopped and looked at me, and I smiled. She smiled back.

“What?”

I motioned for her to come to me. She walked towards me, and leaned down.

“I love you.”

I don’t know why I said it, but I just felt that I had to.

She smiled widely and hugged me tight.

“I know you do. I love you too.” She sniffled as though she was crying, and then pulled away from me, hiding her face.

“I’ll be right back.” And she turned and walked out the door.

It was the last thing I ever remembered feeling. It burned my whole body, almost paralyzing me, and then it was cold. Ice cold, until I was numb. I don’t remember it, but I screamed her name and ran. I couldn’t hear anything, not even my own voice. I just remember her. The way she looked at me, and the last thing she said as she held my hand.

“It’s okay as long as you’re here when I go to sleep.”

“I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll always be here, I promise.”

As I sleep, I can feel her. Her body next to mine, her skin against mine. I know she’s with me, in that same place that we dreamt about together. I never want to leave her. I can’t wake up. I know if I do I won’t be there for her when she does. It’s the only time I am not empty. The only time when I can feel anything. 

“Say something Valerie. Anything, I just want to hear your voice.”



Valerie Ch. 02







Valerie Ch. 02



"I see. I think I'll look around some on my own."

"Okay. Let us know if you have any more questions."

The girl moved off and Val looked at the other items in this section. The selection of bondage equipment seemed somewhat extensive. There were handcuffs and leather cuffs like Charles had bound her in, though the variety of materials and colors was amazing. Some of the equipment looked highly impractical, especially for someone playing by herself. It hit her then that she had come in to get one thing just to keep the neighbors from hearing her scream at night, and now she was thinking about how much she could bind herself. "Damn! I'm getting wet just thinking about restraining myself. Have I always wanted this kind of sex?" she asked herself.

Some of the items were designed for pain infliction, not restraint. A whole shelf was given over to devices for torturing nipples: clamps, clamps with weights, clamps that were electrically charged, nipple-shaped suction devices. There were others she was not sure how they were supposed to work. There was also a selection of whips, not so varied as the nipple clamps. She found it amusing to find a selection of cock rings. A brief flash of Charles bound, a cock ring tight around his rigid penis, unable to cum entered her mind. Yeah, that would be painful.

She decided to get the ball gag, a couple of cuffs with a leather strap attached, a blindfold and a couple of vibrators, larger than the one she already had. When she brought her purchases up to the counter, she was behind a man that was purchasing a couple of videos and several magazines. The top video was some kind of bondage video, but she could not make out the title without being rude and staring over his shoulder. When he left, and she moved up, she was asked, "Did you find everything you need?

"I think so. Would a video be worth getting? You know, to see how things are done?"

"No…the videos featuring bondage aren't really representative of what most people play like. They're more a fantasy version. You're better off getting one of the better instructional primers by Warren or Gould. Unfortunately, we don't carry them ourselves. You should be able to find them online."

"Thanks. This will be it."

"Do you need any body oils or personal lubricants today?"

"Actually, I think I do. What do you have?"

"These are very popular. I'm partial to the warming KY myself." She brought a couple of jars and tubes from another part of the counter.

"Warming? It actually gets warm when you use it?"

"Oh yes! It can actually get very warm. It's a wonderful feeling. Be careful, though. I used too much once and it got positively hot, enough to hurt a little, though it didn't leave a burn."

"I'll take that. It sounds like an interesting experience."

$87 later, she had her purchase in a bag and was heading back out to her car. As soon as she left the store, she felt a lump in her throat. The man with the bondage video was standing five feet from her. The look in his face was not one that sent out waves of reassurance. "Howdy, pretty girl. It looks like we share a common interest. I've some experience with those toys you got. Would you like me to show you how to use them properly?"

She could not believe how blunt this jerk was. Anger replaced fear and she let sarcasm creep into her voice. "No thanks. I think I'm smart enough to figure them out on my own."

"That's too bad. You don't know what…" His retort was interrupted by the other girl from the store, large and unusually muscular, exiting the door and stepping in front of Valerie brandishing a tazer.

"Duke! This is the last straw. You've been warned before about accosting our customers. Get off the property and if you come back, you'll be arrested for trespass, or worse."

The man, Duke, was cowed by the threat and wandered off muttering about "dyke bitches" under his breath. She turned to Valerie, "I'm sorry that happened. It's not the first time he's tried this sort of stunt. He had a friend who used to work here and got that friend fired with his shenanigans. Did he threaten you?"

"No. I think he was going to back off when I refused him, but I'm glad you were here. Thank you."

"Castle strives to be a place that caters to the sexually adventurous who are looking for a wholesome experience in pleasure. People like Duke give the community a bad name. Rachael said you seemed new to the lifestyle. I hope you won't judge us all by Duke."

"You're part of the BDSM life?"

"Yes, Rachael and I are partners. My name is Giggy, by the way."

Seizing a heaven sent opportunity, Val asked, "Forgive me if I sound a little forward, but is there any chance that I can ask you two questions about all this? I've had one experience and I'm really confused about the whole thing."

"I would love to chat with you. It should be in a public place, since you don't know anything about Rachael or me. I would hate to see a newcomer get into trouble because she started trusting the wrong people. That's what could happen if you trust strangers at a first meeting."

"That's so good of you. When would be a good time for you two?"

"We both have Thursday off, so we could meet anytime then. If you don't mind my asking, what's with the toys if you've only had one experience and are not sure about it?"

Blushing, she admitted, "I was going to try a thing or two on my own. Sort of get an idea of what things could be like."

Giggy laughed out loud. "I thought so. I did the same thing myself. It can be fun, but a partner is always better. Where should we meet Thursday? You should pick."

"Do you know where Luigi's is? They have tables secluded enough we could talk openly without disturbing others."

"Yes, I know the place. 8:00?"

"Perfect. I look forward to talking with you."

Giggy went back inside and Val went to her car. "It sounds like Giggy is the submissive. I would have thought she would be the dominant. Looks like I'll have to be careful about stereotyping." Having had all the excitement she could handle for the night, she went home and fixed herself dinner. She did not feel much like playing after the encounter with Duke, so she watched some TV and went to bed.





Valerie Ch. 02



"Exactly!" Giggy exclaimed. "I was the same way. I preferred strong women who would set the pace and make sure they and I got what we needed. Then I met Rachael, and it seemed so perfect. I think it was our 12th roll in the sack when she tied my hands to the bed with my own stockings. I knew I should be terrified and cry for help, but it felt so right. Of course, by then we knew each other very well and I trusted her totally to not hurt me. After a night to remember, we talked until well after dawn."

The waitress came up with their order. They waited until she left again and Rachael picked up where they left off, broken only by the occasional bite of dinner.

"You see, I had already been in the lifestyle for a couple of years. I had had a series of one night scenes with people I met at clubs or on line personals. They were fun, but it didn't feel right. My last anonymous scene was a disaster. The sub wasn't really a sub and showed up at my place with her boyfriend. They ended up beating me, tying me up and raping me. Rape fantasies may be fun for some, but the real thing sucks big time. I tried to go to the police, but once they found out I was into BDSM, they treated the whole event as consensual. As if everyone in the lifestyle had freely consented to any mistreatment by anyone."

"Oh my God!" Valerie was appalled and shocked. Someone had actually experienced what she was partly fearful of about this whole thing. "How could you go back after that? How could you trust anyone again?"

"For a long time, I couldn't. I left the scenes and dating altogether. But I found a good counselor who didn't treat me the way the police did. I learned from her that trust has to precede sex, not follow it. Once I started dating again, I looked for people who would let me learn to trust them first, before moving into sex. That's how I met Giggy."

Giggy picked up from there. "I was in an intimate relationship with someone else when we met. Rachael did not want sex up front, but we both loved monster trucks. Going together helped fend off those horny guys who thought all girls going to rallies did so to get laid. We became friends first. By the time my lover had broken up with me, over Rachael no less, we were as close as sisters. She sat with me though several crying bouts that would do a romance movie proud. Several months later, we both realized that we were in love and the rest is history. We've been together for six years and playing regularly for five."

Valerie felt herself tear up. "That's so lovely. I'm happy for you both. Is this how it works all the time?"

Rachael laughed, "Not really. There are couples whose stories are similar to ours, friends first, then lovers, then players. But there are a lot who got together initially for the scenes, or who do what I did at first and play with anyone they can find. It's easier to play safer these days. There are clubs where you can hook up for a scene on site where the dangerous ones can't afford to go. A lot of the personals, both print and online, have the same problems. You can't know what or who you're getting. Most players though, are safe, or at least as safe as their style of play allows."

"What do you mean, 'their style of play'?"

Giggy piped up, "There are lots of different ways to play. Some only want the bondage part. Others like the submission role playing. Others are into the pain aspect. There are even some who go to the edge and involve actual hurting, sometimes to the level of blood being drawn. You have to know what style a prospective partner wants before you start. If two people want the same level of play, it will be good for them, no matter what the level. If two people are mismatched, someone's in for disappointment or worse."

"We don't want to scare you," Rachael said, "but you do need to know that your safety starts with you being smart. From what little you've said about your first time, you've been less than smart by agreeing to a scene with someone you barely knew. You were lucky. He seems to want you to play smart and check him out. That's good advice."

"I know. I was thinking with my pussy last Saturday. But it felt so right at the time. It still does."

"To a certain extent, we all have to trust our gut. When we're doing a scene, Giggy's levels of comfort can be different from the last time. Our instincts let us know how far to go and when to stop or slow down. She's used her safe words several times in the past, sometimes for things that she took in previous times. Did he use safe words that one time?"

"Yes, though I didn't use them."

"That's a good sign. He is willing to play safe and he seems to have a Dom's instinct for a sub's limits."

"Giggy, have you ever wanted to be made to do something that you didn't actually like? I mean are there things that don't turn you on normally that do when you're forced?"

She waited until the waitress had cleared their places and refilled their drinks before she answered, "Yes. I don't want to go into details, but it happens. I'm still not sure how to explain it or why it works that way. I've heard the theories and I'm not conscious of fitting into any of them. I just know that there have been times when Rachael has had me in tears because what was happening was so repulsive to me, yet I was turned on by it and actually reached orgasm from something repulsive."

"You were in tears and she didn't stop!"

Rachael took over, "Let me see if I can put this into words. When we play, Giggy chooses to give up a lot of power or control to me, knowing that I may do unpleasant or painful things. Sometimes I think she wants me to force her to go beyond her own preset limits." Giggy nodded vigorously. "That's why we have safe words. They allow the sub and Dom to go places they couldn't go if they relied on only the external reactions. So she can be bawling and begging me to stop, but I know, since there was no safe word, that she really wants to be forced even farther than we've gone. It took me a year to totally trust Giggy's willingness to use her safe word when it was needed. Now I trust that implicitly. The only things that I'll stop for now are her safe words, my own limits of comfort, and if she passes out. That happened once. She had gotten the flu and it became systematic in the middle of the scene. Her stressed body passed out before she realized what was happening."

Rachael asked, "Have you been experiencing desires for things you don't normally like?"

"Yes." Valerie hesitated to tell the couple just what that was for fear of offending them.

"Was it to be forced into lesbian sex?"

Embarrassment and shock covered her face. She avoided answering for a few minutes by getting out her card and signaling that she was ready to pay. Once they were alone again, she answered, "Yes. I'm really sorry."

Rachael reached over and took her hand, "You have nothing to be sorry about. We've talked enough to know you're not repulsed by us. That you aren't thrilled with our version of sex isn't an insult, it just is. Both of us are repulsed by the idea of sex with a guy. Does that insult you?"

By now, Val was crying softly, "No. I just don't want to hurt you two. You're such nice people who are helping me through something hard."

Giggy reached over as well, "I'd like to think we're nice people too. So are you. It speaks volumes that you were so concerned about hurting our feelings. I think we could become close friends if we kept in touch."

"Yeah. Me, too. Can I ask some more questions?"

"Fire away."

"Why pain? I mean, why was pain such a turn on that one time? It wasn't fun but it was erotic. How can that be?"

Giggy answered, "I think it's different for different people. For me, the pain is how I know I've given over control. I could never ask Rachael to hurt me. But by allowing her to do so when she wishes I let her know, and me as well, that I have truly given up control to her. There have been a couple of times when I wasn't in a place where I could give up that much and I safe worded at the pain."

"And I respect that," Rachael continued, "Each day, our comfort levels change about everything. Some days I can watch CSI and not get sick to my stomach. Other days, I know I'll lose it if I even see one of their dead bodies. It's the same with playing. We're not always ready and able to go so far as on other days."

Giggy picked right back up, "That's why you have to be able to trust your instincts as well as those of your Dom. It's better to safe word too early than to let it go too far and get hurt emotionally or physically. By the way, the emotional hurts take longer to heal."

Valerie sighed. "I guess the last question is where do I go from here? I want more. I know that. I'm not sure where to go. Do I go back to Charles? I've done some research on him and, while a very private person, he has a reputation for honesty and integrity in business. There doesn't seem to be anything about him and the lifestyle that I can find on the internet."

"I'm not surprised by that," Rachael responded, "While we know that being into BDSM is not a sign of a depraved mind, the vanilla world out there still has misconceptions. If you want to know how he plays, you'll have to talk to some of those he plays with. If he goes to clubs, that'll be a little easier. If he only plays in private, then you may have trouble there. A rep for honesty and integrity is a good start. Most untrustworthy people can't keep up an honest front for very long. I should warn you, though; the lifestyle can be somewhat protective. You'll have to earn the trust of the club goers first if you expect them to talk about a prominent member. The fastest way to do that is to show that you're into the scene. That would mean playing with someone on site at a club. The only part of on site play that will be dangerous for you is your novice status. You likely don't have the instincts yet to know when to stop."

"Oh God! I wouldn't even know where to start. How do you go to a club and let someone know you want to play?"

"There are several ways. Rachael and I sometimes go to clubs to pick up new techniques and ideas. Some of the play is in public as opposed to being in private rooms. You can show up wearing traditional sub accoutrements with no date. That says you might be looking for a scene. If you want to be really brazen, there's one club that allows subs to auction themselves off for charity. It's done up like a slave auction and the winner gets to play with the sub, on site only, unless agreed to otherwise, for the rest of the night. If you're looking to build trust within the community, that would be the fastest way to do it."

Rachael was watching Valerie while Giggy talked and noticed that she had become visibly aroused during the description of the sub auction. She discreetly motioned for Giggy to keep quiet for a moment as Val wrestled with her feelings.

And wrestle she did. Valerie couldn't believe how fast her pussy responded to the idea of being bid on by who knows how many men for the right to use her any way they wanted. This was such an incredible turn on. That arousal warred with the fear. A total stranger! Anything he wanted! How could she think about such a thing? But it gnawed at her. She wanted this. She wanted to know what such submission was like. The more she thought, the more aroused she became (her toys were going to get a workout tonight). Realizing that she had made up her mind before Giggy had finished, she asked, "What club and on what night?"

"The Mephisto Club. The slave auction is every fourth Saturday. This Saturday is the next one. I take it you're interested?"

"Yes. I'm frightened and aroused by the thought at the same time. Does that sound weird?"

Giggy laughed, "No, that sounds normal, for a new sub."

Rachael, more serious, said, "I don't think you should go there alone. It can be overwhelming. If someone sees that you're alone and a novice, they might try to pressure you to leave for the scene. We don't want that to happen. Come by the store at 7:00. We'll be getting off and will accompany you there and make sure you get home afterwards. Take a cab. You'll not likely be in a condition to drive and you don't know us well enough to accept a ride home from us. Oh, you'll want to wear something scandalous under a coat and bring a change of clothes for the trip home. Finally, it will be much more intense and fun if you don't have any sex of any kind between now and then. A desperate sub is a more responsive sub," she finished with a smile.

"I can't thank you both enough. You've been so nice and helpful. Thank you, thank you. I'll see you both at 7:00 on Saturday."

The date made, the three left the restaurant and headed their separate ways. With the admonition about saving herself for the auction, Valerie found herself needing a cold shower that night. Friday passed in a blur of work. The shooting of the ad did not finish until 4:00am, but it was finished. She slept until 1:00 in the afternoon Saturday. She tried to get a few chores around the house done, but was too hyped up about the evening. She ended up watching TV until 5:00 and then spent an hour getting ready.

She decided to do scandalous to the max. She put on a deep red lace bra, matching panties and black stockings held up with a garter. Throwing on a trench coat she wore for rain, she was satisfied that her nearly naked attire would not be visible until she took the coat off. In a book bag she had received from the Literary Guild, she put in another pair of panties and bra, a pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt with a frog on the front that was saying, "I asked for greenbacks and all I got was this lousy t-shirt."

She called a cab at 6:00 and arrived at Castle at 6:45. She went inside to wait for Rachael and Giggy. Both were dealing with male customers. She caught Giggy's eye and went over to the lingerie area to pass the time. It was an interesting experience. Victoria's Secret had nothing on these guys. Some of the items could not really be called underwear, clearly being intended to be seen, not covered up. She would rate all of them high on her drool scale. As she expected, the most erotic were not the ones that were the most see through, but the ones that allowed a guy's imagination to work at full speed and left riches to be discovered later. She might have to pick up a few things for herself later.

She had lost track of time and did not notice Rachael's approach until she commented, "I'm kind of partial to that one." She was pointing to leather swim suit like garment that looked like it would barely cover someone's crotch and only the bottom half of her breasts. Rachael was wearing one just like it along with a leather skirt and a light jacket. Giggy, standing next to her, was wearing a tank top and mini-skirt. It was obvious that Giggy had no bra on and Valerie suspected that she had no panties on either. There was a collar around her neck and cuffs on her wrists that could be fastened together, much like the ones that Charles had used on Val before.

"Are you ready to go?" Rachael asked.

"Yes, butterflies and all. I'm nervous and anxious and excited and afraid all at the same time. I suppose you'll tell me that's normal?"

Giggy laughed, "Yes, it is. You're going to have a wonderful time, you watch and see. We've already called a cab; it should be here any minute."

The three headed out to the parking lot, leaving the guy and girl that had replaced the two lovers to mind the store. The cab was there. They piled in, Giggy in the front, Valerie and Rachael in the back. Giggy dealt with the instructions on where to go while Rachael talked to Val.

"I wanted to give you a heads-up on what to expect. Once you present yourself for the auction, they'll have you fill out a form. It's part release from liability for the club and part guidelines for the bidders. There'll be a section where you'll check boxes next to the types of play you want to be involved in. It's sort of a rating system from 'yes, bring it on' to 'don't even think about it.' There is one special rating you should be aware of. Using it means that you don't like, but would enjoy being forced. From our talk Thursday, there may be a thing or two that you might want to rate that way. Also, I don't know if you've thought about it, but men are not the only ones to bid. And not all the bidders are singles. Couples can bid as a single unit, allowing them to play with you together. Do you think you're up to that?"

"I don't know what I'm up to, really. It didn't even cross my mind that a woman might bid on me. I suppose the only way to prevent that would be to mark lesbian sex as 'don't even think about it?"

"Yes, though most will avoid bidding on a woman who expresses significant uneasiness with the idea."

"On the other hand, being in the hands of a woman dominant who could force me to please her is incredibly erotic and terrifying. I have no idea how I would react in such a situation. I might freak or I might have a truly horrendously exciting experience. I wouldn't want to ruin someone's night of fun because I didn't know my limits."

"In the end, only you can make that decision. My advice would be to think back to your fantasy thoughts and let them guide your selections. Usually the things that arouse you in your thoughts will arouse you in your play. There are exceptions, but as a rule that's true. Now, once you fill out the form, you'll be taken to a cage near the stage and put on display so that the bidders can see what they're bidding on. You'll have some say on how you're displayed, but you'll be there for a couple of hours, so make sure that the display you want is something you're willing to spend two or more hours in. Do you have any questions?"

"Once they're purchased, how long do Doms usually keep the subs for play?"

"I've seen it as short as thirty minutes and as long as three hours. They have to finish by three, so longest case scenario would be five hours if you go early and are kept until time's up."

"How does the club monitor the private rooms to keep things safe?"

"They don't, actually. The safety comes from the fact that all users of the rooms have to sign in with ID. So if you're hurt in some way, the police have the identity of the person. They also have a blacklist of people who have a record of ignoring safe words and using auction slaves in ways that are contrary to their submission forms. There has not been an incident at Mephisto's in over three years. Duke got himself banned from the club for that one. That's why he's forced to troll sex shops trying to catch the unwary."

"That's reassuring. I guess I'm as ready as I can be. What are you and Giggy going to do while you wait for me and my immersion?"

"I like that; Immersion. It does describe exactly what you're going to do. We're planning on renting a private room while you're on display and then watching some of the public play until you're done, or rather, until whoever is done with you." Rachael said with a smile.

"You two have fun."

They were quiet for the last five minutes of the drive. Giggy paid the fare and tip, and then the girls entered the club. The last thing Valerie expected when she walked into what was essentially a sex club was a trio of disco balls spilling multi-colored light over the place. There must have been a hundred or more people in a wide variety of dress and undress milling about the floor. The doorman greeted them and asked, "Are any of you lovely ladies entering the auction tonight?"

Valerie licked her lips and answered, "Yes, I would like to enter myself."

"Have you ever been auctioned here before?"

"No, this is my first time, though my friends have told me a little about how it works."

"Okay. We do need to have you talk with one of our guides. They're going to explain how the auction works and assist you with filling out the submission form. Depending on what you've experienced before, there may be some terms that need explaining. Your friends can be with you up until you've signed the form and are put on display. If you'll step over to that table over there, Betty will help you get settled."




Valerie Ch. 02



The three went over and introduced themselves to Betty, a petite blond dressed in a leather body suit, much like Cat Woman from Batman Returns. Betty explained much the same things as Rachael did, but added a few details. "Once the bidding starts, we encourage you to act the part of a slave at auction. Some like to play reluctant and pretend that they're there against their will. Others like to play up on their slutishness and vamp for the crowd. The proceeds are for charity and we like to encourage anything that ups the proceeds. The club takes none of the money from the bids. This month's charity is the local hospice organization. Now, you understand that if you agree to go off site with your Master or Mistress of the night, we cannot make any assurances about your safety?"

"Yes. I have no intention of going off site. I want to have a good time, not risk my life."

"Glad to hear it. Here's the form. If you need any help or any terms defined, just let me or one of the other ladies know," she said, pointing to three other ladies in Cat Woman suits.

She looked over the form. The liability section was the standard legal waiver for the club. She had seen forms just like it for many other businesses that provided facilities for potentially dangerous activities. The rest of the form was similar to the personals site search engine she had seen. With Rachael and Giggy's help, she navigated the form. Knowing what scat and water sports were was something she decided was too much information, but needed so she could indicate not just no, but hell no.

She gave high ratings to bondage, orgasm denial, light pain, oral and vaginal sex, blindfolding, and cum painting. She put moderate marks down for sodomy, breast torture, moderate pain, tight bondage (once she was told the difference), mouth rape and multiple users. After some thought, she decided to go for the gusto and listed lesbian sex, heavy pain and pussy torture down in 'don't like but would enjoy being forced' category. The others she marked down as no. Done, she gave the form to Betty.

"Are you ready to go on display?"

"Yes. Can I have my coat and bag checked somewhere?"

"Yes, we have lockers you can use."

She took her coat off to the visible approval of everyone nearby. Putting the bag and coat in a locker, her hand was stamped with the locker number in an indelible ink. As they were getting ready to lead her away, Giggy pulled something out of her bag. "I thought this would help get you in the mood."

It was a collar and leash, along with wrist cuffs. "Oh, Giggy, that's so thoughtful of you." Turning to the man who was going to lead her away, she asked, "Is it okay if you lead me by a leash."

"Ma'am, I think that would be a lovely idea. You have very thoughtful friends."

While he put the collar on, Rachael put the cuffs on and clipped them behind her back. She could not help feeling embarrassed and excited at being led like a slave through the crowd who looked at her with various levels of desire and appreciation. Her pussy was already getting wet and her nipples were visibly hardening under her bra.

On stage, she saw that she was the 14th in line and that there were 25 cages for slaves.

The man, dressed in silk briefs and a spiked collar asked her, "Do you have any preference for display?"

"Can you make me exposed and helpless? Maybe stretch my arms up and out, with my legs pulled apart?"

"That we can do," he said, pointing to numerous eye bolts set in the cage.

"Oh, and can you gag me and blindfold me so I can't see who's checking me out?"

He raised an eyebrow at that request. "We don't get that very often. I like the way you think. It's too bad that employees don't get to bid. I think I would enjoy using you."

She blushed deeper, "Thank you. That's very kind. Can I ask a favor of the auctioneer before you finish?"

It seemed that was not an uncommon request. He waved a lady over who was wearing not much more than Val was, but who was carrying a whip. "Yes, slave?"

"I was wondering if you could humiliate me a little when I'm up for bid?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I didn't have anything in particular in mind. I thought it wouldn't be as humiliating if I knew what was going to happen."

"Fascinating. Your form says this is a first time on the block for you and that you're a novice. I've never had a novice ask me to surprise them. You must be a natural at this. I think I can promise you a humiliation you'll remember."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Once that was done, the man tied her in. He pulled her arms tightly at about a 45 degree angle upwards and pulled her legs apart until her legs felt slightly uncomfortable. She was totally incapable of moving or adjusting her position. She was lightly resting on her feet with a small part of her weight supported by her arms. The blindfold and gag were added and she stood there helpless and on public display.

For the next two hours, Valerie could hear people milling around her cage, discussing her in blatantly sexual terms. Many of the comments were embarrassing, but all of them, along with the whole situation, were a huge turn on. By the time she could hear the first auction starting, several people had commented on how soaked her panties were and how desperate she looked for attention. She felt like she was bright red all over her body from blushing in constant embarrassment. She wasn't able to keep track of how many auctions had gone on and was surprised when she felt herself being taken down.

The ache that had developed in her shoulders and hips was blessedly relieved. Whoever was releasing her did not take the blindfold or gag off. Her hands were clipped behind her back and she was led, unable to see, by her leash. She could feel the heat of the spotlight on the stage as she was stopped with a hand to her belly. Instinctively, she looked around, but of course, saw nothing. The crowd's murmurs quieted as the auctioneer began her spiel.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Lot number 14 is a delectable little morsel with a deep craving for being used by a strong Master or Mistress. We have it on good authority that she's a natural slave who will respond with enthusiasm to whatever abuse you desire to heap upon her. New to the life of a slave, she has chosen our humble slave market to experience true submission at the hands of a powerful Dominant.

"If you will look upon her nubile body, you can see that she is already highly aroused and near orgasm. I wouldn't be surprised if she were to reach climax on this very stage, just from anticipating her abject submission."

She had promised humiliation, and this was accomplishing the job. She had never thought of what it would feel like to be talked about as if she were an object instead of a person. While tears came to her eyes, she also felt her arousal growing as well. The pitch continued while someone led her in a wide circle by her leash. She could hear murmurs again from the crowd.

"See how her nipples grow even more erect, threatening to burst out of their coverings? Notice how her panties are soaked through with juices leaking from a cunt that craves abuse of all kinds. You sir, would you like a closer look?"

From in front of her, she heard a deep, "Yes, let's see just how big a slut we have here!"

At that, a hand came from behind and ripped her bra off, the tearing of the fabric seemingly a roar in her ears. The brief scrape of fabric across her hard nipples brought a moan from her gagged mouth.

"Observe, ladies and gentlemen, how she responds to the slightest abuse. Imagine how she will react when you have her at your mercy, free to do what you will and demand any service you wish. Who would like to start the bidding? Do I hear an opening bid of, say $100?"

"$100!"

"$150!"

"I bid $200 on the slut!"

"Make that 300!"

"Is that all? A mere three hundred for a natural slave, untrained in any real way, waiting for her true Master or Mistress to teach her what every slave should know. Look at what the mere thought of being properly dominated does to her."

Now her panties were ripped off, exposing her sopping pussy to the air and the view of the crowd. Again, she moaned in pleasure and slumped to her knees, too weak with desire to stand. She felt something thin and leathery brush across her pussy lips.

"Look at how ready she is. The very thought of domination drives her to the proper position for a slave. Our bidding stands at 300, do I hear more?"

Valerie could hardly follow the bidding now. She was overwhelmed with desire and humiliation. She had no idea that she could feel this way. The next thing she was aware of was the cry of, "Sold, to the gentlemen in the third row for $1300! You may come up and claim your slave for the night, sir. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." That comment brought roars of laughter from the crowd.

She could hear two pairs of feet come closer. Her leash was passed from one pair of hands to the other. A man's voice said, "Stand up. We (!) have a busy night in store for you." She stood uneasily to her feet and followed the leash off the stage and eventually to a door. Once inside, the door closed with a soft click and someone removed the gag. She worked her jaw to relieve the soreness.

A woman's voice spoke, "We have a few preliminaries to get out of the way. Do you have any preferences for safe words?"

"Mistress, I've only been in one scene before tonight. My safe words then were, 'red light,' for stop and, 'yellow light,' for slow. He used a ball to be dropped if I was gagged."

"Those will do just fine. We won't be gagging you. We enjoy a vocal submissive. From this point on, you will only speak in response to our questions or to beg for something from us. If you enjoy playing at resistance, that's cool, but hesitation or resistance to orders will result in punishment. Of course, we may also punish you just because we wish to. Expect to be taken to your limits, but don't hesitate to stop or slow things down if we go too far or fast. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

Her hands were unclipped from behind her back and she was pulled roughly across the floor until she was bent over at the waist across some sort of padded surface. Her arms were stretched down and out and clipped again. Her legs were spread out and cuffs attached that kept them spread. Two pairs of hands began to caress her all over. They roamed across her back and legs. Her breasts were poked and pinched. Her ass was rubbed and slapped, drawing a yelp out of her. Her already high arousal was increased. Pussy juice dripped down her legs. After 15 minutes of alternating caresses, slaps and pinches all over her body, someone started to caress her pussy and clit.

Moaning with abandon, she leaned as much as possible into the hands. She was quickly brought to the edge of orgasm and then her pussy was bereft of attention, leaving her hanging. "Please, please let me cum." Her ass was slapped. Then again. She cried out each time. The body caresses started again. Her arousal descended some, but not far.

Someone was playing with her breasts, getting the nipples rock hard. The agony hit her left nipple as something crushed it in a vise-like grip. Her right nipple soon joined the left in pain. She realized that something was pulling down on them, making the pain worse than she remembered, assuming these were clamps. Her ass was slapped again. Her jerk at the slap sent the clamps swinging, causing a re-ignited fire in her breasts.

"Please, Master. Take them off. They hurt so badly. I'll do anything."

"Silly slave," the man said, "You'll do anything anyway. It gives us pleasure to see your nipples being pulled down like this. And we've just begun."

"Yes, little slut. I can tell you like the pain. Look at how your pussy is even wetter than it was." The lady sneered, "You're a natural. You want abuse and we will give it to you."

Valerie felt a fire across her back as a swooshing sound was followed by pain across her back. She cried out in pain, unable to find the words to beg for mercy as the whip lashed across her back again and again. Each stroke sent her shaking, causing her nipples to renew their agony. She was crying out loud as the blows continued, but she did not want to be the one to stop it. In spite of the pain, in the back of her mind she was aware of an almost audible click somewhere inside her as she reveled in letting the whipping occur and accepting it. Later, she would realize just what Giggy had described. There was something ecstatic in giving up the right to control her sexual destiny and place herself in the control of another.

While it seemed like more, the whipping ended at 25 strokes. Still crying from the pain, she felt the brief pain surge of the clamps being removed. Now two pairs of hands rubbed something oily into her back that soothed the pain somewhat. Both the man and woman whispered to her "That was very good. We're proud of you. 25 strokes with clamps. You're going to make a wonderful submissive."

After several minutes of soothing caresses, they asked, "Are you ready for more?

"Yes, Master, Mistress. Please use me more. May I have an orgasm?"

"Not yet, little one. Orgasms are rewards for good service."

As she moaned in frustration at that comment, they took her blindfold off. After blinking the initial light blindness away, she could see she was over what seemed to be a vaulting horse. The man was naked accept for a silk g-string, black in color. He had a hard-on that strained against the fabric. She could hear the lady's laughter from behind, "Look at that hungry look on her face. I do believe she wants to fuck your cock with her mouth. You'll get a chance to do that, my dear, in a bit." Looking back, she saw the lady was dressed in black denim hot pants (she didn't even know that hot pants came in denim), a black daisy duke shirt that left everything accept her breasts exposed and four inch stiletto heels. "How does she walk in those?" Val thought.

They unbound her from the horse and led her to another contraption. It was a table of sorts in a cross shape, but with a narrow center that just supported her back and neck when they placed her on it. The result was that her pussy and ass were suspended in mid air, as was her head. The Mistress (Valerie had fallen into full submissive thinking) was removing her pants and strapping something onto her waist. It had a large dildo sticking out of one end and a slightly smaller one that fit into Mistress' cunt. She was rubbing something all over the dildo, probably lube. Val thought, "My ass is in for it, I think. That's larger than the new vibrator I got for my ass. This is going to hurt."

The Master leaned over her and asked, "Do you want Mistress to fuck your ass with that monster?"

Valerie wasn't sure why, but she shook her head, "No, Master. Please don't let her. It'll hurt too much." Later she would realize that she had instinctively fallen into the game they wanted to play.

Master responded, "I'm sorry to hear that. I suppose we'll have to punish you for disobedience."

With that, he pulled a riding crop from behind his back and flicked it across her breasts several times. Val cried out in pain again, begging, "Please no, Master. Please don't punish me!"

"I think you know how to stop the punishment. Just ask for something else to be done to you."

He resumed flicking the crop against her body, varying the exact spot with unnerving accuracy. Each stroke drew a cry from her and tears of pain formed in her eyes. Still she refused to beg for an ass rape from Mistress. Then Master picked a new target and stayed on it. She felt a flick on her pussy, sending fire through her cunt and a scream of pain from her throat. Twice, three times. As the fourth stroke on her pussy landed, she screamed out, "Mistress! Make him stop! Rape my ass; I beg you, rape my ass!"

The blows stopped and seconds later she felt the lube covered dildo probe her ass. Unlike with Charles, she had no hand in how it was done. Pain erupted in her bowels as she felt like she was being torn apart. Unable to stand it, she cried out, "Yellow light!" 

Everything stopped. The dildo pulled out and Master leaned over and asked, "What do you need?"

After a minute to catch her breath, she said, "Slower, Master, slower. I can take the sodomy, but not so fast or brutal."

"Very well. Do you need some time to relax?"

"No, Master. Please continue. I'm sorry I had to stop you."

"Never apologize for using your safe words. They're there for a reason."

Mistress returned to her ass, plunging in slower and working her way in this time instead of trying for a quick entrance. Valerie still felt the pain of the violation, but was able to endure it when there was not that feeling of being torn. Once she was in all the way, Mistress began to pump in and out the full length. Slowly at first, the tempo was increased. Val cried out in a mix of pain and arousal as her ass became accustomed to the massive intruder.

While Valerie's excitement could not exceed a certain level with just anal stimulation, Mistress was not so constrained. Val could see her increasing arousal as the dildo in Mistress' cunt was doing its work. As her arousal grew, Mistress pumped faster and faster, until she cried out in orgasm, plunging in one last time and holding there while the orgasm shook her body. As the tremors subsided, Mistress pulled out with an obscene sounding 'plop.' "She's a great ass fuck. You should try it." Mistress said to Master.

"I think I have something else I'd like to try. Slave, open you mouth."

Val obeyed and Master pulled down his g-string and shoved his cock into her mouth. Valerie found that lying on her back with her head leaned way back; she could take his cock deeper than she had believed possible. He didn't want a blowjob; he was going to fuck her mouth. She relaxed her mouth and throat as much as possible to accommodate him, letting his penis reach all the way to the back of her throat.

As he continued to plunge down her throat repeatedly, she felt a wonderful sensation in her pussy. Then it hit her. Mistress was going down on her. Disgust rose inside her, but not as far or as fast as lust. Her fantasy was coming to life. She was being forced to endure lesbian sex and she both loved and hated it. She was reaching new heights of excitement when Master's cock tensed up and she prepared for the flood of cum that followed.

But he didn't cum in her mouth. He pulled out and splattered her face, breasts and tummy with cum. He seemed to have an endless supply. "I'll bet he has been saving himself for tonight as well," she thought to herself. Her own orgasm was nearly there when Mistress stopped.

"Please, Mistress, don't stop. I need an orgasm. Please finish me off."

"No, slave. You have another duty to perform first. I want a second orgasm." Mistress walked over to her head. "Lick my cunt and get me off."

"No, Mistress. Please don't make me do that. I'm not a lesbian."

"You would disobey me! You'll regret your defiance."

The two roughly took her off the cross table and strung her hands above her head to a chain that hung from the ceiling. They pulled her up until her toes barely touched the floor. She could see Mistress rooting in a bag that looked just like a doctor's medical bag. Master bent close and whispered, "She loves it when a sub plays a 'force me to beg for it' game. You're doing great."

"Bitch, I'm going to spank you until you beg to lick my pussy, then I'll whip you ten strokes as a reminder to never defy me. This will last for as long as you make it last," Mistress said.

Curiously, Valerie could tell that Mistress was enjoying herself immensely and wanted Valerie to take as much punishment as she could bear. Valerie found herself craving the punishment and wanting to stretch it out for as long as possible. She could see that Mistress held some sort of paddle and was arcing back.




Valerie Ch. 02



As the first blow fell, Val's ass exploded in pain. She screamed in agony as she realized that Mistress was striking with all her strength. Blow after blow landed on her bottom. Valerie found herself bawling in pain, crying in great gulping heaves. Again and again the blows rained down. She had reached the point where she felt almost to safe word level when she cried out, "Mistress, please let me lick your pussy. Let me please you and eat your juices. I beg of you, let me eat your pussy."

Mistress stopped. "Of course you may eat my pussy. First things first. I promised ten strokes with the whip. I'll give you a choice. Take the ten strokes and please me unbound, or forgo the strokes and be bound to painful tightness while you please me."

"Bind me, Mistress. Bind me so tight it hurts and force your pussy onto my mouth until you've had your fill of orgasms."

"There is something we need to do first. You're a mess. Master's cum is all over you. We need to clean you up." 

As she said this Mistress scooped up fingerfulls of congealed cum, mixed with sweat and brought it up to Valerie's mouth. Her stomach roiling, Val ate every last glob of cum that Mistress fed to her. Then they took her down and began the process of binding her. 

They started by tying her wrists together behind her back. The rope was then wound up her arms, cinching her arms together so that her elbows actually touched. Laying her on her belly, her legs were tied tightly at the ankles, knees and hips. Her legs were bent back and a rope cinched between her wrists and ankles until her two sets of limbs were only six inches apart. Her shoulders were aching under the strain and her knees were in pain from the way they were pulled backwards.

They put a mask over her face that covered her eyes, blinding her again. Her head was then pulled back until her neck was pulled tight. She tried to wriggle and found that any motion increased the pain somewhere. Master whispered in her ear, "Can you breathe okay? It should only be painful, not hard to breathe."

She took a few deep breaths and replied, "Yes, Master. I can breathe. If I breathe too deep, it hurts a bit, but I can breathe."

"Good, now please your Mistress."

At that, she felt Mistress' legs on either side of her head and could smell the musky aroma of a pussy. When the lips touched her face, she steeled herself and began to lick Mistress' cunt for all she was worth. The taste was different from her own pussy, but not unpleasant. The pain from the bindings and the humiliation of being forced to go down on a woman began their joint effort to arouse her again. Her tits hardened anew and her pussy produced even more juices. She did all the things she liked to have done to her with oral sex and was rewarded by moans and cries of ecstasy from Mistress. She located her clit and started long swipes of her tongue across the pussy and past the clit over and over again.

Mistress began to quiver as a massive orgasm hit her. Her legs tightened about Val's head. She could feel the thrashes as the orgasm swept over Mistress again and again. Valerie kept licking for all she was worth. A second orgasm swept though the pussy she was attacking. Val felt elated at the pleasure she was bringing to her Mistress. Something inside her felt completed.

Mistress pulled away and Master began to untie the ropes. The pain that had reached excruciating levels eased and she realized that her pussy was a deep cavern yearning for filling and ravishing. She moaned in desire, unable to stand as the stress of constant arousal and pain weakened her.

With her bindings off, Master bent down and whispered, "Would you like an orgasm now, slave?"

"Oh yes, Master. Please fuck me hard and fast. Make me cum."

Master picked her up and took her to the cross table again. Not even stopping to strap her down, he plunged his newly erect cock into her thoroughly lubricated pussy with a vengeance. While he pounded her pussy, Mistress got up and fingered her clit and breasts, sending Val to undreamed of heights. By the time Master emptied his second load into her cunt; Valerie had had three orgasms and hit the fourth as her pussy felt the stream of hot cum pour into it.

As he pulled out, he said, "Slave, your time of service is ended for tonight. You have well pleased your Master and Mistress."

"Yes, you have," she added, "I would love the chance to play with you again, perhaps explore some different avenues."

Valerie replied, "Master, Mistress, I have had a wonderful time. You've taken me places I never thought I could go. I would love to return next month and auction myself again. But I might not be free to do so. The Master of my first experience may have a call on me. I've been trying to figure out if this lifestyle is really for me and whether He is the Master for me."

"Who is this lucky man?"

"Charles Vanquil. He insisted that I take the time to determine for myself if he's a safe person to play with. That's not as easy as it sounds."

"That's a sound piece of advice. We don't know him, so we can't help you there. We'll be looking for you next month, just in case. You're worth far more than we paid for you."

"Thank you. I hope I can offer myself next month again as well."

"It's getting late; we had better get out into the main room and clean up. Do you have any friends here with you?"

"Yes, I do. They should be waiting."

Once outside the room, she found Rachael and Giggy waiting for her. From the smiles on their faces, she could tell they had had a great time as well.

"So how was it?" Giggy asked.

"It was incredible!" she answered. Seeing a couple of red stripes on Giggy's exposed chest, she commented, "I see you two enjoyed yourselves as well."

"Yes, we did," replied Rachael. "And we have some good news. We ran into someone who knows about you and the man from your first experience, Charles Vanquil. She is apparently a member of his household and has played with him in the past. She said that he is a safe player and extremely inventive as well. She said to give you a couple of names of past subs of his who have moved on. They will be able to give you some reassurance." 

She handed Valerie the slip of paper and Val stared in shock at the second name on the list. Francine Traline! Her best friend was into BDSM and had been a sub with Charles! Seeing her shock, Giggy asked, "What's wrong?"

"Francine. She's my best friend. I never had a clue. This explains why she was so nervous about this weekend. Her boyfriend wants to start having sex and so does she, but she was afraid that he would find out a secret and leave her because of it. Now I understand her concern."

"Well, at least you know you can trust her," Rachael said. "If she does get rejected, she'll need a good friend to support her and understand. It's good that she'll have you if that happens. We should get you cleaned up and redressed. You can't take a cab home looking like this."

They saw her to the showers, then to her spare clothes and dressed. The couple took one cab home and Val took another. Exhausted, she went straight to bed and slept until nearly noon. She felt that she had found what she needed to know. This was the lifestyle for her and with luck; Francine would confirm that Charles was the Master for her as well.

*

Thanks to Dani for the wonderful proofreading that this story was long in need of.



Valerie Ch. 02



After exiting the security office via the dirty metal door opening onto the back lot, Valerie had to walk all the way around the building to get to her car. The back lot with all of its graffiti marred dumpsters and weeds sprouting through filthy cracks creep-ed her out. Expecting homeless trolls lurking behind every dumpster, Valerie quickened her pace. 

She wasn't aware, but, Steve, knowing the seediness of the back lot, kept a protective eye on Valerie. Once again, he tried not to notice her ripe young body as Valerie bounced through the back lot; he tried not to notice all the way until her hot jiggly tits and ass disappeared around the corner and she was safe.

Steve didn't return to the floor but just sat for a while in his office watching the security monitors. He watched a teenage boy examine some cubic zirconium earrings and let one drop to the floor. When he bent down to pick it up the youth slipped it inside his shoe. It wasn't more than a ten dollar item and Steve just shook his head. He called the police right away and went to intercept the thief. He never let juveniles off because their records could be expunged. It was the best and maybe last time to learn a lesson. In fact, in the three years he had worked at the store, he'd only let go an illegal immigrant who stole a pair of jeans by layering them under her other clothes in the dressing room. He was on the floor at the time and noticed she didn't bring the jeans out of the dressing room, and when she left she hadn't left the jeans in dressing room. When he questioned her, she denied it. Her big brown eyes twitched with every denial and finally he pointed to the sweat pants she was wearing over the jeans. "The police will search you." 

The young Hispanic woman fell to her knees and begged Steve "No police. Please, no police." She grabbed his leg, started crying and pleaded with him "No police! Please! Please! No police!" Steve realized she was an illegal who was terrified of being deported. So he pulled her up from the floor, put his finger to his lips to quiet her, escorted her to the back door, and let her go (with the jeans). 

Steve didn't wonder why he let Valerie go, but he did wonder why he thought he could help her. If he saw her steal something again, he couldn't just let her go, and that made him wonder if he'd even catch her if she stole again. He had seen her in the store before and she had stolen something every time. That's what a kleptomaniac does, but she was so slick she hadn't aroused his suspicion before. In fact, if something other than his suspicion weren't aroused, he never would have caught her. She mustn't get away with stealing something while he was watching her. He needed Victoria to understand he wasn't playing games. 

The next day at 4 Steve watched Valerie enter the store on the security monitors. Her ample cleavage bulge out of her purple v-neck t-shirt and her her firm round ass stretched the seems of her skimpy white denim shorts. Her style was no different than any other young lady who came into the store. Phoenix AZ wa hotter than hell, so people didn't wear much. It's just that Valerie's boobs and butt stuck out more than anyone else's. For an otherwise skinny girl she sure blessed in all the right places.

She went to the make-up samples and tested an eye-shadow. She located the product and carried it with her to the lingerie table where she fingered through the bargain bin of discounted lingerie. She picked up a little white thong, held it up, examined the sheer lacy front and separated it from the rest. Then she looked at a pink cotton boy-cut pantie and put it with the little white thong. She checked her watch and went to the counter.

Valerie had only been in the store 6 minutes, which was part of the plan, to get her in and out before the temptation overwhelmed her. When she checked out, though, Steve only saw her pay for the panties and not the eye-shadow. "God damn it!" he thought. "She's got it in her ass or boobs." Valerie was always primping her clothes, adjusting her shirt to her cleavage or reaching around her back when she bent forward to prevent a whale tail. She must have slipped the eye shadow in one of those places, and he didn't notice. "Well she's not getting away with it," Steve assured himself.

Valerie hadn't quite reached the fountain at the mall's main entrance when she heard Steve's voice behind her. "Miss I think you dropped something." Steve handed her a scrap of paper that said. "Security office, now!" When she looked up from the note she was holding, Steve motioned her to walk and followed her back through the store to the security office. 

Once inside the dark dirty office illuminated only by the security monitor screens, and a small window in the back, Steve escorted her to the back, where he had taken her the day before. He didn't waist any time. "Okay, hand it over."

"What?" Valerie trembled. "I didn't take anything." She held his gaze but her eyes looked frightened. He assumed she was lying.

"What's in the bag?" Steve asked. "Dump it on the table." She complied and tumbled her panties onto the white plastic table. Steve had only hoped the eye shadow would fall out with her panties, but it didn't.

"See I didn't take anything."

"Isn't that what you said last time, Valerie? It's in one of two places, so unless you aren't ashamed to show me those places, you better produce it now!"

"Sir," Valerie's chin trembled. "I really don't have anything. I promise." 

Steve was sure she was lying. "So you're really going to make me do this aren't you? Think I'm playing games? Okay, take off the shirt."

Valerie was stunned and would never obey Steve's order but he had security tape of her stealing the day before and she was scared, as scared as she was the day before. Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached under the hem of her t-shirt and slipped it over her head. Her nipples had already stiffened from anxiety, and once her breasts were exposed to the refrigerated air, her buds strained even harder against the sheer fabric of her pink demi push-up bra. She felt so exposed that she crossed her arms in front of that, for which, she usually enjoyed receiving ogling stares and endless attention. She far from being a prude, but this was like stripping in front of her father, around whom, out of deep respect, she always conducted herself with a modicum of modesty. 

Steve thought Valerie was trying to conceal the lip-liner by covering her breasts. He was certain he'd find it wedged between her big titties. "The bra too."

Still crossing her arms in front of her, Valerie gasped. "Sir, please, I really didn't take anything."

"Hurry up."

Valerie's chin tightened and quivered. She let out a whimper as she reluctantly withdrew her arms from her breasts bent forward and unhooked her bra. The burning humiliation she felt as her naked tits rolled out in front of a man who could be her father made her whole body shudder. She saw him stare at the perfect strawberries tipping her silver dollar areolas and wished her nipples weren't so hard and swollen. Since he didn't believe she hadn't stolen anything, she had to let him see for himself that he was wrong, so she resisted the urge to cover up and forced her arms tight to her side, which, without her realizing it, pushed her big titties upward and outward making them even more prominent and appetizing to the one ogling them.

Steve had never seen such perfect tits. They were huge, but so firm, standing out like torpedoes begging to be sucked. He tried not to think about abusing her rock hard nipples even as his cock twinged in response to the sight before him. He kept trying not to force what he'd do to her tits out of his mind as he told "Your shorts Valerie. Take'em off."

The cool air raised goose bumps on Valerie's flesh, making her nipples so aroused she connected the present feeling to how her nipples reacted to sucking and nibbling during foreplay, "but that's not what this is" she told herself. Her pussy was just as confused as her swollen titties. Hot juices flooded her tight little slit in eager anticipation of being fucked. "By this old man?" The thought with so much humiliationshe wanted to get it over with and get out as soon as she could. 

She tried to block her emotions as she slid her little white shorts down her thighs and let them drop to the floor.

Steve noticed the the little triangle of pink material covering her jewel was stuck between her swollen pussy lips. Pushing the vision of her camel toe out of his mind, he ordered her to "Turn around."

She turned in front of the plastic table where her shirt and bray lay, and faced the back wall as afternoon sun streamed through the window above and bathed her naked body in warm light. She heard his voice behind her now. "The panties. Your other hiding place."

She curled her thumbs under the elastic and peeled the skimpy pink thong off her pussy and half-way down her thighs to reveal her bare ass to the man behind her.

"Bend over so I can see."

She noticed that she now obeyed him without hesitation. Her tits were swollen, her pussy was soaked and she didn't want to be so fucking horny. But the humiliation and exploitation she felt fueled her raging fire, and she wanted nothing more than to submit to this man's every command. So she spread her legs, stretched over the table and showed "Sir" everything. 

Valerie's panties stretched across her parted thighs and Steve didn't see what he was looking for, but what he did see made his cock throb. Engorged pussy lips framed by a bubble ass peeked out between her spread cheeks to reveal a wet pink hole that begged to be fucked. It was the prettiest pink Steve ever wished were wrapped around his cock. He couldn't help thinking her body was made for one thing. "One thing," he thought as he stared at her hot little fuck-hole until his cock wanted to explode and he turned away. 

"Okay. I was wrong. You can go."

She turned to face him, now, wanting to be exposed, wanting his lust all over her hot body, wanting him to feel her sex, wanting him to feed the most insatiable desire she'd ever felt. 

"Sir," she said, standing there naked with her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs. 

"Yes," Steve said, his back still to her. "What do you want?"

She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay. She wanted him to force her down on her knees to suck on his rod until it glistened with her saliva and his pre-cum. She wanted him to wrap her big titties around his slippery cock she watched the big purple mushroom play peek-a-boo as she stuck her tongue out to lick it. But more than anything, she wanted him to bend her over the plastic table, pull her head back by her hair, and whisper nasty things in her ear while he murdered her pussy.

But she couldn't tell him what she really wanted. 

"What time tomorrow?" asked Valerie.

"Same time." Steve said, and kept walking until he disappeared around some shelves.

It was a long walk through the back lot. It was such a creepy place that she couldn't help imagining bums getting drunk, prostitutes turning tricks and innocent women getting assaulted behind the long line of rusty dumpsters. She was so horny now that the thought of filthy bums gang-rapping her in the back lot behind dirty dumpsters excited her. Her pussy was inflamed. She needed to get home, feed the fire, and let it consume her.



Valerie Ch. 03







Valerie Ch. 03



"No, you didn't. He beat you and locked you up. He's evil, Francine. Not sick, not out of control, evil. It's one thing to be repulsed by a request to submit, but he went far beyond that. He tried to take you against your will. If I have anything to say about it, he'll never do that again. Do you want to try to go back to sleep?"

"No, I'm not tired."

"Okay, I've got everything set up so you can reach the important areas of the apartment. Is there anything you need from your house? You're not going home until you can walk."

"I could use my computer, a few of my books, and my briefcase. Oh, I had better call in sick to work. I don't how I'm going to explain this."

"Don't. Just say you were attacked and can't come in for at least a week. Beyond that, you just aren't up to talking about it right now. They'll respect your privacy. I have to get ready for work, so let's get you up into the chair."

Once Francine was in her wheelchair, Val showered, dressed and headed in to work. She was going to be late, but she trusted June to cover for her. Once she arrived, she started the paperwork to reimburse the company card for June's night at Six Flags. After that was done; she immersed herself in the minutia of finishing the television ad that was filmed Friday night. It took all day, but the editing was successful and the client was happy. She decided to take off an hour early and get the things Francine needed from her house.

On her way home, Val stopped by the post office and picked up her package. As she expected, it was the book, The Loving Dominant that she ordered online last week. It seemed so long ago that she had been totally clueless about the BDSM lifestyle. She considered herself truly fortunate to have found so many good sources of information so quickly. Rachael and Giggy were a godsend. Valerie was quite familiar with the unpredictable unreliability of information on the internet. After just one week, she knew enough to know not only that submission was for her, but that she could trust Charles as her Dominant.

At the apartment, Francine was going stir crazy. "This is just crazy," Val's friend said, "I have never been so bored in my life. Do you realize that this is the first time I've been both alone and without my computer in… I don't know how many years. A person can only take so much daytime TV before it drives you nuts! Oh, how was work?"

Laughing, Val answered, "Work was fine. I had to finish up the last few details on the account from last week. Hopefully, these will take some of the edge off of your cabin fever." Val put Francine's things on the table, lighting up the injured woman's eyes. "Have you been able to get around okay?"

"Yeah. The toilet is a bit of pain. You just can't get from one seat to another without standing for at least a few seconds."

"Well, let's take a look at those feet." Valerie examined the bandages, relieved to find no sign of bleeding. The instructions from the ER were to not change them for a couple of days to give scabs a chance to form and prevent contamination.

While she was checking out the feet, Francine asked, "So, when are you going to get a hold of Charles and give him the good news?"

"I was thinking that I should wait until you're back on your feet. If he wants to get together this weekend, it could keep you alone for the weekend."

"Valerie Michelle Burbon! I'm hurt, not an invalid. I can survive a weekend by myself, even if I am confined to a wheelchair. This is a big thing for you and I don't want to see you put it off. Choosing a regular Dom is one of the major decisions in a sub's life. I was one of Charles' regular subs once. He will have something wonderful and special for you when you get together. It will create a bond between you that can be as powerful as the marriage bond. I mean, look at you, girl. Your nipples are standing at attention already and all I've done is asked you when you were going to call him. You want this."

"Yeah. I do want this. It's like there was this hole inside of me that is finally going to be filled. I just know that my life is going to be better for submitting. I can't exactly describe how it feels. I know that I'll never want to be dominant. Submitting Saturday was so fulfilling, and that was with two strangers. I can't imagine what it will be like to submit to someone special on a regular basis. There have been a few instances when I wished I could submit to him full-time."

"You've fantasized about a 24/7? You are a natural submissive. That's a big milestone. I wouldn't go there just yet. Remember, you know Charles will be safe. You don't know yet how things will work out between you. Take it one day or weekend at a time. If it's right, you'll both know. Now get off your duff and call him, girl!"

Picking up the phone, Valerie's thoughts were in turmoil. "Am I actually going to go through with this? I know I want to, but it's still frightening. It feels like such a big step." Putting the phone back down, she turned to Francine, "I'm frightened. I want this so badly, it scares me. I know that auctioning myself Saturday was big, but this is bigger. I mean, I can choose to never go back to Mephisto's and no one there will give it a second thought. But committing myself to Charles, that's bigger. I won't be sticking my toe in the water anymore; I'll be plunging in all the way. No matter what I decide later, this will change me in a fundamental way. Can I handle this?"

Francine wheeled herself over to Val, reached out and took her hands. "Val, you're instincts are right on. This will be very different from Saturday night. And it will change you at the core of your being. It did me, as did my first solo domination. But so will deciding not to commit to Charles. The question is not, 'Do I allow myself to be changed?' but rather 'How will I choose to be changed?' In the end, it's your decision. What I can tell you is that I see a woman who has found a certain level of fulfillment in her life. You don't simply want this experience, Val; you are craving this change in you the same way that a caterpillar craves the change into a butterfly. I think something inside you will wither if you don't at least give this new part of you a chance to flourish. I'll not think any less of you if you decide that this is not for you after all. I'll mourn never knowing the Valerie that will emerge from her cocoon, but you will always be my friend."

While she talked, Valerie began to cry, though she did not know why. It was big. It would change her. With those thoughts in her head and tears in her eyes, she picked up the phone and called Charles' number.

After three rings, a woman's voice (not Sally) answered, "Vanquil residence. This is Katherine. How may I help you?"

"Is Charles there? This is Valerie Burbon."

"He can't come to the phone right now. Is there something I can help you with?"

Knowing she could not talk about this to someone she never had met, she asked, "Is Sally available? It's not something I can talk to just anyone about."

"I do believe she's here. Would you please wait while I get her?"

"Yes."

A couple of minutes passed with only vague, indecipherable background noises audible. Then the phone was picked up and she heard Sally's voice, "Hello? This is Sally. How may I help you?"

"Sally. This is Valerie. Do you remember me from a week ago last Saturday?"

"Valerie! It is so great to hear from you. How have you been?"

"I've been good. In fact, I've been great." As she neared the big admission, her tearing became audible over the phone. 

"Valerie, why are you crying? Is there something wrong?"

"No. I'm not sure why I'm crying. I guess I'm feeling a little overwhelmed."

"I see. Am I to assume that you've made a decision about Charles' offer?"

"Yes, I…" she choked up, unable to get the words out.

"Take your time. I know that either way, this is a major decision."

After several tries, Val blurted out, "I want to come back. I want to submit to Him."

"That's so wonderful. I can certainly understand being overwhelmed. You've chosen to make a major change in your life. I also know that Charles will want to talk to you as soon as possible. Can you possibly come over to the house tonight? There won't be any play, but we will have to make arrangements for the future. There are some further decisions for you to make."

"I think so. Is it all right if I bring a friend? She already knows Charles from earlier times."

"Just who are we talking about?"

"Hold on for a minute." Looking at Francine, she asked, "I suppose I should ask if you want to come with me. I feel the need for emotional support."

"Of course I'll come."

Back on the phone, "Her name's Francine Traline."

"Ah, so she was someone you knew. I'm glad I passed along the names last Saturday. Yes, by all means, bring her."

"Thanks. We'll be right over."

Hanging up the phone, Val turned back to Francine and said, "I guess we'd better get going."

"Before we do," Francine replied, "do you want to change into something different?"

The question caught her unprepared. She recalled something Charles said at the end of their first night. "Now I want your panties and bra. Not just for now, but permanently. Agree that they are mine." She doubted that He would forget that requirement. "Yes, I had better change, or at least get out of my bra and panties. I agreed to never wear them with him."

"See what I mean. You're a natural. I had to be punished three times before I remembered consistently. You go change."

Once she started to take off her clothes, Val realized she wanted more than to just take off her under things. She found the idea of going to meet Charles in a business suit just plain wrong. She decided to wear a yellow dress that had an open back, a plunging neckline and only went down as far as her knees. Originally intended to be a summer sundress, the yellow color highlighted her whip marks on her back and breasts. She wanted to tell Charles that she was ready in more than just words. On a whim, she grabbed the collar and cuffs that Giggy had given her the night of the auction.

When she exited her bedroom, Francine looked her over and whistled. "Girl, when you decide to commit, you do it first class. Once you put that collar and cuffs on, everyone who sees you will hear 'take me, I'm yours.' I would suggest a coat for the trip. It would not do to get questioned about who beat you before we get to your Master."

They were quiet on the trip there. At the gate, she learned that she was expected and they were ushered to the front door. The same butler was waiting for them. He helped Francine out of the car, "Miss Traline, it's so good to see you again. Will you be staying long?"

"No, Herman, I'm just here accompanying my friend. She's a little nervous."

"So were you the first time, as I recall."

"I suspect everyone is that first time. And the second, and the third… if you get my meaning."

Looking at Valerie, "Master Charles will be preoccupied for a short while yet. Mistress Sally has asked that you join her in the lounge. I believe you know where that is located?"

"Yes, I do," blushed Val, recalling being bent over the arm of the sofa and fucked by Charles' hand after begging for it.

They were shown into the house and proceeded to the lounge where Sally awaited them. Shock filled Sally's face, "Francine, what the hell happened to you?"

"It's a long story. Made short, my boyfriend reacted badly to discovering that I am a Dominant."

Going over, she bent down and hugged Francine, "I'm so sorry to hear that. I hope there's no lasting damage."

"Just my pride. I thought I could read people better than that."

Turning to Val, Sally looked her over, "This is a pleasant surprise. The dress highlights your marks quite well. I have to say, I was quite startled to see you on display at Mephisto's. You have a unique way of researching the lifestyle. I heartily approve. If your display on the block was anything like what you gave Fred and Daphne, I know they had the time of their lives. From the look of your back and breasts, it seems that they did. Tell me, did Daphne 'force' you into lesbian sex?"

Val's body heated up at the memory. "Yes, she did. She needed to whip me into it though."

"Oh my. That's one of her favorite games, beat the slave into obedience. I know where they'll be next month. They once bought the same slave for 13 months in a row, they loved playing with her so much."

"If it's acceptable to Master, I would like to sell myself in auction again. It was a wonderfully decadent feeling."

"I can't speak for Charles, but if you do, I want to bid on you as well."

"That's a terrifying and wonderful thought."

"Ah, Valerie!" Charles' voice broke out from the entry way. "Sally tells me you have wonderful news."

"Yes, Master. I would like very much to return and submit to you."

"I can see by your companion that you have found that I am someone you feel you can trust." He said, turning to Francine, "Thank you for bringing me this lovely slave. When we have more time, you'll have to tell me how you come to be beaten and wheelchair bound."

"This first meeting is to establish some ground rules for both of us. As your Master, I will expect certain things from you. You should also be able to expect certain things from me. It's doubtful that you've thought of some of these items. For example, a Master/slave relationship should not endanger the livelihood of either party. Thus, for example, I will not require submission from you in any way that would lead to your losing your job. In your case, that means that I will not come to your workplace to play, though I may pick you up for play there or require you to find a time and place at work to engage in some type of self-play. Does that make sense?"

"I think so. I sort of took that for granted."

"That's normal, but shouldn't happen. There are Dominants that expect to be able to force submission in ways that would cost the sub their job if caught. The threat of discovery supposedly enhances the pleasure. I've already explained safe words to you. Unless you wish to change them, they will remain, 'yellow light,' and, 'red light,' with the released ball used for voiceless play. We'll be signing a contract. Part of that contract says that if I, or any of my representatives, ignore a safe word, we agree that such an act will legally constitute assault and possibly rape. Can you think of any other safeguards you would want or that you think should be there?"

Valerie though for a moment, "Two come to mind. There are some things that I would not want to even be tried, sort of like I've already used my safe words on them. Things like water sports, scat, cutting."

"Excellent. That's a good precaution. What's the other?"

"There should be some form of punishment for me if I use my safe words without true need. I don't want to have the temptation to try to make my submission easier by using a safe word when things have not gone too far."

"I've never had a sub ask for that particular clause before. How would we determine if you used your safe words inappropriately?"

"I would know, Master. I don't think I could hide it from you long if I did. Just knowing there are consequences for doing it will keep me honest."

"I see. This will be a fascinating experience for both of us. From my point of view, there are more requirements, but then I am the Master. Understand that I will permit others to dominate you as well as myself. In fact, I won't always be present when they do. When I give you to someone else for a time, their orders are my orders, unless they try to countermand a standing one I have given. You are not to climax unless I, or another Master, give you permission to do so. This includes times when we are not actively playing. When you come for a scene, I expect promptness and you will never wear under things to or during play sessions without permission. There will be occasions of distance play, where I will give you orders to carry out when I'm not around. The only times you may abort such play is if your life, freedom, or livelihood is threatened by continuing. Even then, I expect you to try to resume when the threat passes. There are some other, minor, requirements spelled out in the contract." Turning to Sally, "Do you have a contract ready?"

"Yes, Master, I do."

She handed Val the contract. It was three pages long. One of the pages was much like the auction form she had to fill out, but with fewer options; yes, no, and no but I would enjoy being forced. The other two pages spelled out all of the things they had discussed and a few more. Charles, for example, agreed to assume the full costs of any medical treatment that submitting required, whether by accident or incidental purpose. Valerie agreed to keep herself in good physical shape and general health. There were two things she needed to ask about.

"What is this thing here, the domination activity? I thought I was to be the submissive?"

"That means, will you agree to dominate someone else if I order you to? Watching subs dominate one another is a fascinating experience."

Val checked that one 'no but I would enjoy being forced'. The second one was a requirement for her. "What does it mean that I will research new ways of submitting?"

"That's actually quite simple. I want more than simply to extract your service from you. I expect you to find ways to serve me. Anticipate how you can submit in ways that I have not ordered you to do. You're to be an active participant, not merely a vessel into which I pour my domination."

"I see. This looks good. I'm ready to sign." Saying this, she took a pen off the end table and signed the form. Charles took it and signed it as well. The contract had a six-month duration with the option for either party to renegotiate at that time.

As he was signing, Val took the collar and cuffs out of her handbag, put them on, dropped her dress to the floor and kneeled before Charles. "Master," she said, offering the leash to him, "Please accept the service of your humble slave."

"See what I mean, Sally. Valerie will make us an excellent slave. Already, she's anticipating the needs of her Master." Turning back to Valerie, he said, "Your service is accepted. Here are your first orders. You are to be at the front door of this house Friday night at 7:00, naked, hands cuffed behind you, collar and leash on, kneeling in front of the door. Do not drive, take a cab. You may not wear more than two articles of clothing, other than shoes, while on your way. Do you understand?"  

"Yes, Master. Thank you for accepting me."

"Tell me, is Francine staying with you?"

"Yes, Master. At least until her feet heal."

"Very good. Your second order is this. Francine has my permission to use you at your house one night this week. You are to obey her as you would me. If she chooses not to, that's up to her. But if she wants you this week, you're to give yourself to her. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master." So it was beginning, she thought. Charles was taking her someplace she would never have thought of going on her own. Her best friend was to be her Mistress once this week. From the smile on Francine's face, Val was sure that Francine would take advantage of the offer. She was becoming aroused and dreading the possibility of being forced into lesbian sex again.

Charles helped Francine into the car and the two ladies drove off. Valerie looked over at her friend, "Will you be demanding service from me this week, Francine?"

"Val, I didn't expect this when I said I would come along. If you're not ready for something like this, I'll understand."

"No, this is not my decision. My Master gave me orders and I have committed to obeying him. I submitted to a man and woman team two nights ago, so this will not be totally new. The decision is yours. I want to be the best sub I can be. So, will you be demanding service of me this week?"




Valerie Ch. 03



"In that case, I will be demanding service from you. In fact, I want you to buy some supplies tonight after you drop me off at the apartment. I'll have the list finished by then."

On the ride back, Val was experiencing the now familiar feelings that go with submitting. They weren't even going to play tonight and she was becoming aroused. She could hardly wait to see what was on the list, though there was a little bit of anxiety about it as well. Just what was Francine going to need? How embarrassing was it going to be to get them? Her pussy was juicing up and her skin was flushing. With orders to not climax, she was going to have a frustrating night, albeit a fascinating one.

At the apartment, Valerie helped Francine up to the apartment. Once there, Francine handed Val a piece of paper. "You'll need to go to Castle to get these items. You still have to get up for work tomorrow, so don't take too long. I think Giggy works tonight; she'll be able to help you out."

"Yes, Mistress"

Francine smiled at the honorific. "Valerie is going to make such a wonderful submissive. She's a natural," she thought to herself.

Val took the list and decided to stay in her yellow dress. Having the marks on display would get her into the mood to buy tools to be used on herself. On the way down, she looked at what she would need. A leather restraining hood with built in gag. A corset with binding rings. A cat-o-nine tails. A straight razor. Something you would love to have used on you. Something you would dread to have used on you. Fifty feet of soft strong rope. She wasn't sure the rope or razor would be at the sex store, but the rest should be there.

Just thinking about the list was making her hot. Tonight was going to be an exciting exercise in frustration. Valerie was looking forward being able to see and talk with Giggy again. The submissive lesbian seemed to feel the same needs and desires that she felt. It would be a different type of girl talk, but they would be able to share with each other. She would definitely need advice on how to resist the urge to masturbate when you've been ordered not to cum.

Once in the parking lot of the Superstore, she was relieved to see only three cars in the parking lot. Not many customers meant that Giggy should have time to help her choose the items. Inside, the clean, well-lit store held only four persons, Giggy, her coworker, and a couple browsing the movie section. Giggy saw her come in and, after saying something to her coworker, came over and greeted Valerie. 

"Valerie! It's so good to see you. How are you doing?"

Val, on impulse, reached out and hugged Giggy. "I'm doing great. I did it. I agreed to submit to Charles."

"Oh, I'm so happy for you. Let me guess, he sent you to pick up a few things to have used on you later."

"Actually, he told me that I was to submit to my friend Francine one day this week and she gave me a list of things to get. Also, I wanted to ask you some questions, advice actually."

"Not a problem. We're slow, so let me give you a deluxe shopping experience. Is this your list?"

"Yeah. A couple of them I'm not sure what to think of or get to fill them."

"Ah," Giggy said as she looked at the list, "We have all of these. Oh ho, something you would love to have used on you and something you would dread. I love it when they make us choose our own torture. Let's talk about what thrills you and what you dread while we get these other items."

"Most of the things that cause pain or discomfort don't thrill me in and of themselves. What is thrilling is letting them be used on me. If I was going to get something I truly would love to have used on me, it would be something that gives pleasure."

"That's not a bad thought. Here, try this corset around you. No, we need a smaller one."

"But it seemed to fit just fine."

"The idea of a corset is to restrict. It should feel like it is a size or two too small. Once laced up against your bare skin, you'll feel each breath you take. There's nothing like the feeling of being highly aroused while you can't inflate your torso fully. It's deliciously decadent. Try this one."

"Oh my. It doesn't even close in back. Will it even lace up fully?"

"Remember, you'll not be wearing any clothes under it. Now, suck in your gut. See, it'll close even further. Laced up, you'll not have to concentrate on keeping that gut in," she finished with a leering smile. "Now, about that pleasurable item. Just a little warning. Dominants are really good about using them but stopping short of orgasm, making even the best dildos and vibrators instruments of blessed torture."

"That sounds fun. I tried to do that to myself once and it was fantastic. I couldn't keep it up for very long. With Francine in control, it could go on for much longer. I like it. Do you have anything special?"

"Let me think about it for a while. Now over here is a good restraining hood. The seams have been padded so they won't cut into your face. The breathing holes are large enough to not get easily clogged. The gag is an interchangeable system, allowing for different gags to be used. There is a hole in back for long hair to fit through. We're not supposed to do this, but let's see if it fits well."

Giggy took the hood out of its box and slipped it over Valerie's head. It fit snuggly around her head. With the gag not in place, Val's lips protruded slightly. "How does that feel? Remember that you'll be in this for probably several hours."

"It's hot inside, I can already feel perspiration. Otherwise, it doesn't feel too bad. After a while, I suspect I would be willing to do just about anything to get out."

"Good, that's what it's supposed to feel like. One of these was my first safe word crisis. Rachael had left me in it for nine hours and massive claustrophobia hit. So be aware of your feelings."

"I will."

"What kind of gag do you want with it, ball or penis?"

"I have a ball gag already, so let's take a penis gag."

Picking out the cat was simple, just a matter of picking out the color. Val chose green, Francine's favorite color. It also turned out that they carried rope and razors. Val was concerned by the sly look on Giggy's face and her unwillingness to comment on why a razor would be needed. That left the thing she dreaded and wanted to have used on her.

"I've been thinking," Giggy said, "you said that you don't like the pain itself, but feel energized by allowing it to be inflicted, right?"

"Yeah. But I'm not sure that I dread pain per se. It would have to be something especially intense. Saturday, I had a crop used directly on my pussy. I certainly would dread that again. It was severe."

"I think I have a deliciously wicked idea. How do you feel about burns?"

"Burns! You want me to bring back something that will leave a burn? Nothing hurts worse than a burn."

"Exactly. Now I don't want you burnt, but over here, we have something that will feel like a burn but not actually burn you." Giggy led Val to a display of candles. "These can be wickedly painful. The best part is, the intensity can be varied tremendously by simply changing the height you drip from. She won't burn you, but will drip wax on you."

"Oh. I did that by accident once. It left a second degree burn. I'm not sure I want to be taken there."

"Was it an expensive candle?"

"Yeah."

"That was the problem. High end candles are made of bee's wax. Bee's wax has a much higher melting point, making it the worst candle to drip wax from. These are made from cheaper materials with a lower melting point. The only way to leave an actual burn is to practically touch the flame to your skin. It'll only feel like you're getting burned."

"It sounds beyond endurable. I'm not sure I could take it."

"Sounds to me like you dread it being used on you. Remember, if it is too much, there are your safe words."

"You're right. I dread it. Okay, let's go with the candles. The rainbow set."

"All we need now is that device of pleasure to have you tortured with," the submissive lesbian said with a smile, "and I know just what you need. This is a vibrator egg. It fits inside you completely and drives you to dizzying heights. Best of all, it's remote controlled. That means that your Master or Mistress has full control over how much or how little you get."

"I love it! It's such a deceptively cute little thing. I can see being driven to distraction with it. I think we have everything. I do need some advice."

"Shoot."

As they moved towards the check out station, Val asked her question. "How do you keep from playing with yourself when you've been ordered to not climax without permission."

"If you find out, let me know," Giggy joked, "Seriously though. It's the order I dread. Self-denial was not my strong point at first. I was punished over a dozen times for failing at that. I ended up binding myself to my bed at night. You can get loose yourself if you have the right restraints. But it takes long enough that you won't get loose just to masturbate. Be really careful about showering. It's the second most tempting time after being in bed. I knew a sub once who wore a chastity belt to bed."

"Thanks, Giggy. I'll take these."

"Okay. If you need to talk, this is my cell. Call me if you need a sub's help with anything."

"Thank you."

Valerie paid for her items. As she left, she noticed that several other customers had come in. Many were surreptitiously eying the visible marks on her back. Smiling at the thought that she could still turn heads, though for entirely different reasons, she left slow enough to give everyone who wanted a good look.

Once she was back home, she showed Francine what she had purchased. Francine nodded approvingly at the items she had ordered bought and the vibrator egg. At the candles, Francine whistled. "Val, dear. Are you aware of what these are used for?" Head down, Valerie nodded. "I take it this is what you dread?" Another nod. "Very good. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I want you to leave work as early as you can get away, but don't get here before 3:00. Once you get in, strip completely and put your collar and cuffs on before you enter the front room. Then come in and kneel beside me, wherever I am at the time. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. Mistress, will you bind me tonight. I don't think I can resist playing with myself tonight."

"No, Valerie, I won't. A sub must learn self-control. If you please yourself tonight, your Master will punish you and I won't let you orgasm when we play. If you control yourself, I will consider letting you have one tomorrow night."

"Yes, Mistress."

So began Valerie's first night trying to obey her master. Again, Valerie slept on the hide-a-bed while Francine slept in the bed. Normally, Val slept nude, but she decided to sleep in clothes, the better to resist temptation, she hoped. The night was fitful and she started to play with herself a couple of times, but managed to stop before she came.





Valerie Ch. 03



The three ropes that ran under the bed were tied to rings attached to the sides of the corset. However, the left side ropes were attached across Val's body to the right side rings and the right side ropes to the left side rings, forcing her body down into the bed, restricting her movement more than she'd felt in the past, except for the tight hogtie last Saturday. When Francine was finished, Valerie could not move anything accept her head.

Francine went into the bathroom and retrieved the items she had prepared earlier. When she returned, Valerie couldn't see what Francine had. Her friend carefully transferred herself to the bed between Val's legs. Then Valerie heard a spritzing sound. When she felt a foam material being applied between her legs, it clicked. Mistress was going to shave her pussy! Her breathing increased in speed. As she was breathing fast and shallow, her vision began to blur.

"Michelle, calm down. Take a deep breath and hold it. There, let it out slowly. Tell me what you are afraid of."

"I'm…I'm not sure why. It's terrifying. I would never do this myself."

"I understand. I'm going to shave your cunt, though. You need to control yourself. If you jerk around, I may cut you."

"Yes, Mistress."

Francine began to scrape the straight razor across the skin around Valerie's pussy lips, taking shaving cream and hair off with every stroke. She used a damp towel to wipe off the blade each time. With every scrape, Valerie held a breath and froze in fear. "You're doing fine. I'm going to work close to your pussy now. If it helps, take a deep breath and hold it." Val did and tensed against the subtle scrapes that she felt them edge closer and closer to her lips on the left. Francine stopped and said, "Breathe out and take another to hold." While Val held this second breath, Francine scraped the last of the hair from around Val's cunt.

As Val relaxed, Francine cleaned the last of the shaving cream away with a warm wet cloth and then rubbed baby oil into the skin as a precaution against razor burn. As she did so, Valerie's pussy began to react to the soft caresses that were being applied to it. Valerie was conflicted. Her pussy felt good, but it was a woman caressing her. She rolled her head back and forth, "No, please. Don't. It's so wrong."

"Shhh. It can't be wrong if it feels so good, now can it?"

"Ahh..Ahh…Please…Please." Valerie cried as her arousal grew exponentially under Francine's expert ministrations. Twinges of pleasure pulsed through her body, building higher and higher. Then they stopped, as Francine climbed back into her chair and returned the shaving materials to the bathroom. She could hear Val's moans of desire. 

Smiling she returned and moved up next to her friend's head. "Michelle, you have displeased me. I was giving you pleasure and you wanted me to stop. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you."

"Please, Mistress, I'm sorry. Have mercy on me."

"No, defiance must be punished. But we don't want to alarm the neighbors. I'm putting the hood on with the gag."

Francine climbed back up onto the bed, straddling Valerie's chest. She fit the hood over her friend's head, pulling her hair through the hole in the back. Once on, she inserted the penis gag into Val's mouth, snapping it into place on the hood. "Can you breathe, dear?"

Valerie nodded, feeling that familiar sense of excitement that she associated with letting go of control completely. She knew what was coming, a whipping by the cat. With the corset, she suspected that her breasts and pussy were in for a rough time. A rubber ball was pressed into her left hand. She grasped it tightly. She felt her Mistress/friend climb back off and heard the wheelchair move around the bed.

An instant before the first blow landed, she heard the swoosh. Fire sprang from her legs as the multiple strands of the cat impacted her. She tried to cry out in pain, but could only make a low "Mmpphh" through the gag. The penis gag, fitting further into her mouth, was more effective at silencing her than the ball gag. Another swoosh and pain erupted in her breasts. Francine was an experienced Domme and none of the lashes hit except where she intended. Valerie's pussy was untouched. Francine reasoned that a newly shaved cunt would be overly sensitive.

Blow after blow hit Val, each a rain of fire on her body. Tears flowed down her hood as she cried in pain. In spite of the pain being inflicted on her, Valerie was awash in a divine feeling of letting go. In the back of her mind, she knew she could trust Francine, and accepted what her Mistress had to offer her.

After twenty-five blows, the beating stopped. Red marks covered Valerie's breasts and legs. "I'm proud of you, dear. You took your punishment like a good sub. I see you're still excited. Let's see what I can do about that."

Valerie could feel her Mistress climb back onto the bed. Something metallic and round was being pushed into her pussy. Francine's fingers pushed the egg shaped vibrator past her pussy lips. Then the dominant woman crawled up the bed to Val's breasts and began to lick them, turning on the device as she did. The bound sub jerked as the relentless device stimulated her pussy from the inside. So lost in pleasure was she, that she did not react to the fact that a woman was licking her breasts. She could only lie there and moan, barely able to turn her head.

Francine was keeping a close watch on her friend. "She looks so gorgeous," she thought, "She really trusts me and wants to please me. I'm going to give her a scene she'll never forget." As Val got close to orgasm, Francine stopped licking her breasts and turned the vibrator off. The helpless sub moaned a series of desperate cries, thrashing her head back and forth, pleading for an orgasm. It was not to come. Francine let her friend's body calm down for five minutes. She could hear desperate sobs under the hood as Valerie craved more stimulation.

When she had calmed enough, Francine turned the egg on again and returned her lips to a nipple. She grazed her teeth over it, eliciting a sharp moan through the gag from the unexpected sensation, not pain so much as a scratch on tender skin. This went on for another while, bringing Val to the brink of orgasm again, and then stopped, as last time. 

Val was openly sobbing in frustration. She was so horny and her body demanded release. Yet she was powerless to give her body what it needed. Totally at her friend's mercy, she tried to plead, but the gag rendered any communication moot. All she could do was lie there and feel that blessed orgasm retreat once more.

Francine brought the submissive to the brink of orgasm a total of six times, the last time with her head between Valerie's legs, licking her cunt and teasing her clit. Each time left the poor girl in an even more desperate state. A sheen of perspiration covered Valerie's body, soaking through the material of the corset. Francine stopped the last time and admired her friend's drenched and beautiful body, flush with arousal and unmet need. Still the rubber ball was clenched tight.

Climbing up the bed, Francine removed the gag from Valerie's mouth. Her first pleas were stopped by Francine's finger against her lips and a "Shhh. I know. You need an orgasm. You would do anything for an orgasm. I'm not going to give you one tonight. Your weekend with Charles will be far better if you're truly frustrated this whole week. You can do this. Yes, I'm going to tease you more and more tonight, until you feel like a basket case. Make me proud. I, on the other hand, am not going to go without. Lick my pussy, girl."

Francine put her knees on either side of Valerie's head and lowered herself onto the bound woman's mouth. Tentatively at first, Val's tongue reached out and licked the pussy, waves of disgust rolling over her with each lap. She didn't want to do this. It sickened her. But her desire to please her Mistress was stronger and she continued to lap at her friend's cunt. Francine couldn't help but wonder how someone who was so repulsed by lesbian sex was so good at it. She prolonged her enjoyment by lifting herself enough to make contact barely possible and descending again. It took twenty minutes for Francine to go over the edge and cum into her friend's mouth.

"Eat it all up. Don't waste a drop of my precious juices." 

Valerie did her best, though some of it smeared onto the hood. Even though what she did had been revolting, she relished that she'd brought her Mistress so much pleasure. When her mouth was free, she cried out, "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for letting me please you. Use me more, I beg you."

"Would you like to be aroused again, even knowing you will not orgasm?"

"I want what Mistress has to offer me. If it's pain, I want her pain. If it's incomplete pleasure, so be it. I want to make you happy, Mistress."

"You are so special, Michelle. I do want to see you turned on again. I'm leaving the gag out this time. You will need to be quiet."

"Yes, Mistress."

The egg turned back on, driving her pussy to distraction again. Francine lay down across Val and licked at her pussy and clit. Valerie struggled to keep her vocalizations quiet, not an easy task for a normally vocal lover. Soon her head was thrashing back and forth, hoping against hope for the impending orgasm. Her Mistress was too observant and stopped just before climax.

"Ahhh…Ahhh…Ahhh…" Valerie's breath came in short gasps as the arousal and near climax overwhelmed her. She felt like she couldn't get enough air. She cried out "yellow…" but couldn't finish the safe word. It was enough though. Her friend rolled off onto her knees on the floor.

"What's wrong?"

"Can't…breathe…"

Francine recognized the signs of hyperventilation. Val had been breathing too fast and short. She upended the waste basket and pulled the plastic bag inside out, placing it over her friend's mouth. As Val breathed in more CO2, her body remembered to breathe and her breathing rate returned to normal. Pulling the bag away, she asked, "How are you?"

"Better. I couldn't breathe for some reason."

"You were hyperventilating, breathing too shallow too fast. Take slow deep breaths. That's it, nice and slow. Do you want to quit for the day?"

"No, I want more. Can I have a few minutes to catch my breath?"

"Of course. It's strange, we need oxygen, but it's the CO2 levels that tell us to breathe. When you breathe too shallow too fast, you clear away all the CO2 and your body thinks it doesn't need to breathe."

While she lay there, recovering from the frightening, but essentially harmless experience (if she had passed out, her breathing would have returned to normal on its own), Francine stroked Val's arm on that side. She could not help but admire her friend in a way that she'd never dared let herself before. "I'm so lucky to have her as a friend and now as a sub, if only for a night."

"Mistress. I'm ready to continue. May I ask for something?"

"You may."

"The candles terrify me. Would you use them on me?"

"You want me to use what terrifies you?"

"Yes, Mistress. I want to give myself to you totally, to commit to my submission 100%. To do that, I need to let you do what I'm frightened of, as well as what I dislike. I'm afraid of how much pain there'll be from them. I've been burnt and I don't want that to happen again, but I want to trust you not to."

"Michelle, you amaze me. I'd be honored to take that level of submission from you. Are you sure you want to give it?"

"There's no one else I'd rather give it to, besides my Master."

"We're going to have to move. I won't use an open flame near the bed in my current state."

Francine climbed back up into her chair and released the ropes that held Val captive. Only once they were released did she realize how much her arms and legs ached. They'd been stretched tight for three hours. 

"Go into the living room and lie down between the sofa and the recliner," Val was ordered.

She obeyed while Francine gathered what she would need for the next stage of the evening. When she rejoined Val, she ordered her, "Put the gag back in. It's okay to give the neighbors a chance to hear cries of pleasure, but we should probably not worry them with screams of pain and anguish."

While Val gagged herself, Francine set up the squat candles on the end table and lit them. The smell of candle smoke drifted on the air. Once Val was lying down again, Francine gave her more instructions. "We won't use the ball this time. If you want to use your yellow safe word, block the wax with a single hand. If you want to go red, block with both hands. Do you understand? Unless you're using a safe word, your hands are not to try to protect the rest of your body."

Valerie nodded slowly. With the hood on, she could not see when Mistress was going to do anything. Time passed as Val waited. She couldn't see that Francine was dripping onto her own arm first to judge the best height. At about nine inches, it was equivalent to the heat from a pure hot water stream from the faucet.

There was no warning sound like there was with the whip, just the sudden splash of hot wax on her breast. The muffled cry was actually quite loud. Val's hands writhed on the floor along with the rest of her body. While it cooled quickly, the initial surge of heat was excruciating. Drip after drip descended onto Valerie's bare skin. As Francine went through each of the candles, all of her friend's exposed skin was covered with wax, except for her pussy. She even dripped into the gaps in the fabric in the corset. All during this process, Val writhed in pain, never moving her hands to block the drips. Francine was amazed at what she was taking.

For Valerie's part, the pain had become almost secondary. She had entered that place that experienced subs call the zone. The submission itself had overtaken her. While her body writhed in pain and cried out for mercy, her heart rejoiced in being able to let go so completely. She was becoming aroused again, reveling in the freedom she felt. Her hands gripped the carpet, lest she accidentally intercepted the drips and called a halt to the waxing.

As she grasped the last candle, Francine turned the egg back on. Valerie jerked in surprise. Her already excited body soared to new heights. Then the first drop hit her pussy. A muffled wail escaped from the gagged mouth. Her breathing became gasps. Her aroused state had left her cunt overly sensitive and the pain threatened to overwhelm her. When the second drop hit the other side of her pussy, her hands leapt to its defense, covering it and taking the third drop.

Then they stopped. The gag was removed. "Red light! Red light!"

"It's okay, I've stopped. Here, take my hand and sit up. Let's get the hood off of you."

Valerie was crying as the hood came off. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It was too much."

"Shh. Never apologize for using your safe words. I need you to be willing to use them and not be sorry for it. Remember what I said about trust? I trust you to stop me when I go too far. You did. I'm proud of you," Francine reassured her friend, holding her while she cried from the overload.

"I know. But it still feels like I disappointed you. You had the entire night to play with me and now I've ended it."

"My dear sub. You've only ended the scene if that's what you wanted to end. If you still want to play, we can. A safe word can be used to end a full session or to end simply an activity that has gotten too intense. If you want to give me more, I'll take it. I don't know about you, but I'm enjoying myself."

"It may seem strange, but I am too. I mean you've whipped me, teased me, forced me to eat your pussy and dripped hot wax all over me. But I'm happy and I want to continue. Is that wrong?"

"No, dear. That's being a true submissive. We're going to take a break and get some dinner. I'm going to call for delivery. Chinese I think. When it gets here, I'm going to feed you. While we wait, you're going to give me a sensuous massage."  

Francine called the Mustard Seed and ordered a generous meal of almond chicken, stir fried veggies, roast pork, sweet and sour chicken, general tso's chicken and egg drop soup. The delivery time was going to be about an hour; giving her plenty of time for a delicious massage. First, however, she helped Valerie pull the wax from her body. With little or no body hair to speak of, it was a fairly painless process.

For half an hour, Valerie rubbed and caressed Francine's body, intent on pleasing her Mistress. The truly sensuous part came when she turned over on her back. As Val rubbed her chest, Francine's nipples reacted. "Oh, pinch and twist my nipples."  

Val obeyed, feeling uncomfortable with this new brush with sexual attention to another woman. When she got to Mistress' hips, Francine had new instructions. "Rub my pussy. Play with my clit." Hesitantly, Val did, feeling Francine's slick juices on her fingers. "Let me taste them." The reclined woman didn't just suck Val's fingers; she gave them a quick blow job, sucking them in, playing with them with her tongue, grasping them and moving them in and out. "Fuck me with your hand." Val stuck a finger in, tentatively moving it in and out of her friend's pussy. "No, more and faster. Make like you're frigging your own cunt."

Val thrust three fingers into Francine's cunt, rubbing her thumb against the woman's clit, all the while, bile rose in her throat. Valerie found herself wishing she could truly enjoy sex with a woman, but she couldn't. Her Mistress was bucking against her hand, crying out in pleasure as Val thrust harder in response to the thrusts of Francine's hips. Francine then stiffened, shook and screamed out in pleasure, an orgasm washing over her body.

"Michelle, clean my pussy with your tongue."

"Mistress, please don't make me. I don't know if I can stand it."

"Slave, I didn't ask if you could stand it, I told you to obey." She grasped Val's head and pulled it to her pussy. Crying, Val started to lick. She lapped up every bit of fluid, even as it mixed with her tears. As she was finishing, the doorbell rang.

"Michelle, dear, be so kind as to answer the door. If it's the delivery boy, have him come in."

The nearly naked sub rose, her exposed skin turning red from embarrassment as she went to the door to reveal herself to a total stranger. When she opened the door, the young man standing there almost dropped the food. Eyes downcast, "Would you please come in?"

After a few seconds of gawking, the boy entered and said, "That'll be $37.90, ma'am."

Francine called from the living room, "Don't be rude, Michelle, have him come in here so I can pay him."

Valerie led the unbelieving lad into the front room. Francine had thrown a blouse on and covered herself with a blanket. "Oh no. I seem to not have enough for a tip." After seeming to think a few seconds, she snapped her fingers, saying, "I know. How would you like to finger Michelle's pussy?"

"Excuse me?"

"Michelle will do anything I ask her to do. Won't you, my dear?"

Valerie hesitated a brief second. "Yes, Mistress, I will."

"And if I told you to suck his cock, you would, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"So what do you say? Do you want my slave to suck your cock?"

"Uh…Uh…sure!"

"You heard the man, Michelle; give him the best blow job you know how to give."

Shame painting her body a deep red, Valerie knelt before the young man who barely looked 20 and took his cock out of his pants. Not an easy task, given it was already fully erect and nine inches long. Drops of pre-cum were escaping. She licked them off, causing the entire cock to jerk in her hand. Recognizing a cock that would not last long before erupting, she took it deep into her mouth right away. The boy moaned in pleasure as his cock was enveloped in a wondrous wet warmth. 




Valerie Ch. 03



"Michelle, be sure to have him cum on your face and chest. I don't want to spoil your appetite."

Val felt the tensing in his cock and pulled it out just in time to splatter her face with globs of cum. He had the stamina of youth and pumped out four or five massive jets, covering her face and dripping onto her chest. The boy staggered; weak at the knees. Anticipating the command, she wiped his cock against the untouched parts of her face and chest. She could feel cum dripping down her face and chest, gooey and thick.

Suddenly, more embarrassed than Val, he stuffed his cock back into his pants and backed out stammering, "I've…I've got more deliveries." He practically ran out of the apartment, forgetting his payment.

Francine laughed out loud. "I'm not sure who was more embarrassed, you or him. The look on his face was precious. He's going to give up his tips for the rest of the night so that he doesn't have to come back here. Michelle, come kneel in front of me and place your hands behind your back."

"Mistress, may I clean myself?"

"No. I think cum on you is very fetching. In fact, rub it all over your face and breasts."

Val did so, smearing the sticky fluid all about her face, down her neck and all across her chest and breasts. She could feel it drying in her skin, pulling a little as it contracted. Looking at her hands, she looked up at Francine.

"Let me see those hands." Taking each one in turn, Francine licked the cum off the hands with slow sensuous strokes that made Val's pussy juice up again. Once both hands were clean, Francine proceeded to eat dinner and feed Valerie her dinner. 

Valerie was amazed at the feelings of utter helplessness that came from being fed by someone else. Oddly enough, she felt more submitted now that when she was tied down and at Francine's mercy. She was becoming more and more aroused by the total dependence she was experiencing at the feet of her Mistress. It was an incredible feeling and she loved it. She was beginning to see what the attraction was for 24/7 submission and why it called to her. On some unconscious level, she had known that this would be part of it.

With dinner finished, Francine noted that it was eight. She didn't want Valerie to miss work, so she figured she had about an hour of play left. She decided to give Val a choice. "Michelle, I'll give you a choice for our last game. I can tie you face down on your bed and whip you for a whole hour, or I can tie you face up and bring you to the verge of orgasm and back for the next hour. Which would you prefer?"

"Mistress, I want to please you. Please use me in the way that gives you the most pleasure."

"Are you sure? What I want is orgasms. Lots of orgasms."

"Then make me please you, Mistress. If you want orgasms, I want you to have them. If I may ask one thing?"

"Please do."

"Put me in painful bondage and whip me if I'm less than perfectly pleasing to you."

"Your wish is granted, though I may whip you just because it pleases me. Push me to the bedroom."

Once in the bedroom, Francine had Valerie got on the bed. She took the corset off, thinking that it might be too much with what was to follow. She tied Val's hands behind her back and tightened loops of rope around her arms, forcing them together to above the elbows. This strained Val's shoulders severely, pulling them backwards. Then she bent Val's knees against her chest and tightly bound her folded legs against her body, encasing her torso and legs in numerous coils of rope, pulling tight enough to leave indentations in her legs and back.

Climbing onto the bed with the cat, she pulled Val's face into her pussy, commanding, "Bring me to orgasm, slave."

Val licked at her Mistress' pussy for all she was worth. Her whole body ached, but she knew she was pleasing her Mistress and that's all that mattered. Over the next hour, she brought Francine to seven orgasms. At the end of each, Francine whipped her five times for not making it last longer. Finally, Francine had had enough. She retrieved the egg from Valerie's pussy and untied her. As she rubbed her friend's arms, she said, "Your service to your Mistress is ended."

Valerie started to cry.

"What's wrong Val, honey?"

"I didn't want it to end. I want to always be your submissive."

"That can't be. You gave yourself to Charles and he gave me only one night with you. I hope that we'll have other times together like this."

"You've made me feel so wonderful tonight. I don't want that wonderful feeling to end."

"It doesn't have to end per se. Know that you've made me feel wonderful as well. I went to Harv looking for someone I could play with that I loved. You gave me that when he wouldn't, even though the thought of lesbian sex horrifies you. That's a precious gift and nothing can take that away." 

"I'm so happy to have pleased you. I want to do it again. Will you come and bid on me next month if Charles allows me?"

"Dear friend, wild horses couldn't keep me away. Do you realize what you've done in this last week and a half? You've committed yourself to a new way of life, a new way of thinking. No longer will you sit on the sidelines. You're committed, by your own choice, to experience life on the edge, taking all it has to offer. I want to take that journey with you, because I too made that commitment years ago, and now I have a friend to travel that path with. I love you, Val, as a friend and as a Dominant. Nothing can take that away from us."

"I love you, Francine. As a friend and as a submissive. I make this commitment to you. We will not travel this life alone ever again. Friends for life, occasional lovers for life. To think that I was afraid that tonight would ruin our friendship."

"I told you so."

Francine insisted that Valerie take the bed tonight. She was going to be sore enough in the morning. Having fallen asleep within minutes, Valerie's best friend covered her up and wheeled herself into the living room where she called Charles and told him everything that happened.

"Charles, I don't know how you spotted Valerie's submissive side, but it's the best thing to ever happen to her. It's done me a world of good as well. Thank you for giving me the chance to strengthen my friendship with Val. I would like to play with her again sometime in the future."

"I'm sure something can be arranged. She's a natural. It'll be a pleasure to bring out the best in her. You say that she revels in the things that she has to be forced to do?"

"Yes. She has an instinct for what a Dominant wants and strives to please that desire. Yet, she doesn't let that stop her from using her safe words. One concern I have is the guilt she has when she uses her red safe word. Left undealt with it might cause her to forgo using it. She's reaching that delicate stage where she could be horribly scarred inside by the wrong Dominant, one who would take advantage of that guilt."

"So true. I saw it happen once. It's not a pretty sight. The poor man wouldn't use a safe word to save his life. Now he's crippled and the Dominant that went too far ended up in jail. I won't see that happen again, not if I can stop it. Now, no more play for her. Don't let her even engage in self-play. I want her a little desperate on Friday."

"No problem. I think I can keep her distracted. Let me know how I can help."

"Good bye, Francine. It's too bad you prefer dominating. You were such a wonderful sub."

"Yeah, but I'm even a more wonderful Dominant. Take care, Charles, of yourself and my friend."

Thanks to Dani for the wonderful proofreading that this story was long in need of.



Valerie Ch. 04







Valerie Ch. 04



Not once was her pussy touched. After what seemed like an eternity, the random touches stopped, leaving her covered in a sheen of sweat, pussy juice dripping down her legs, trembling on her hands and knees. Hands released her cuffs from the eye bolts. A finger under her chin, gently pushing up, indicated that she should stand. She was gently led to a chair and made to sit in it. Ropes bound her arms and legs, not very tightly, to the arms and legs of the chair. Her blindfold was removed and she saw that seven people were sitting in chairs in front of her, Charles in the center.

"We call your first weekend under full submission to the house an initiation. It's designed to make you aware of just what your submission is all about. You'll be used and be forced to serve in a wide variety of ways. Obviously, we want to introduce you to our expectations for you. However, there are two other aspects to your initiation as well. Every submissive is different. So part of what happens is that we learn what you expect of us. The contract is merely a framework. We'll build upon that. For example, you indicated that light to moderate pain were very welcome and heavy pain was acceptable. What did you mean by heavy pain? You and we will be learning of your tolerance levels and how far beyond them can you be taken safely.

"The third reason for the initiation is probably the most important. You need to learn why you're submissive and why you're submitting to me. It's highly doubtful that you really understand the reason yourself at this moment. The reasons, once we find them, will have a tremendous impact on how we play scenes out and what kind of scenes we'll play out. That's where we start today. We want you to talk about why you agreed to do everything that I ordered you to do from the first night we met."

"Master, I'm not sure how well I can answer that. I'm not sure I know."

"That's the whole point. You don't know and you need to learn. So talk about why you went to The Gotham Club on a Friday night and why you went off with a complete stranger for sex."

The ropes prevented her from fidgeting effectively, forcing her to concentrate on just her thoughts. She remembered how stressed out that week of working long days was, trying to finish the Hopkins account. "Master, that Friday I was so stressed out. My job often forces me to short my fun time. I wanted to wind down and one of the best ways is to just go out and find someone I can fuck my brains out with. I was on the prowl, looking to get laid. You were confident, polite and sexy. You took the time to get to know me, yet you were confident of what you wanted and made me aware of that without making me feel like I was a lesser being.

"I found that so hot. I was able to relax and just enjoy the coming sex. And it was great sex. You holding my hands behind my back and having me simply accept the pleasure you were giving me was an incredible rush. Somehow, you becoming demanding about my pleasing you before I could cum was…I don't know how to put this. Even when you told me that I had to lick the cum off of the carpet, while I felt it was humiliating, it managed to not be degrading. Does that make sense?"

Charles nodded, "That was when I knew you had submissive potential. I could tell there was an undercurrent of titillation under the humiliation."

Valerie nodded, "I didn't realize it then, but I can see now that it was there. The orgasm you brought me to was the most intense in my life, up to that point. That's why I came back Saturday. I wanted more of that absolutely fabulous sex. When I couldn't get in by eight and you started to leave me, I was desperate. I had no idea then what I was agreeing to when I said I would do anything you asked of me, but I wanted you and what you promised me.

"Being shackled in the car and exposed to anyone we passed was absolutely humiliating. I could never have exposed myself to so many total strangers on my own. I'm not sure if it was because of it or in spite of it, but the humiliation went hand in hand with the arousal. I was so hot in the car, especially when you took us past the construction zone. It was dawning on me that humiliation could be arousing, intensely so. 

"I really don't understand why I agreed to everything that happened that night. You made it clear that I would be at your mercy for the rest of the night. I know I wanted to go beyond the pleasure from Friday. You implied that thinking of myself as your slave, of you as my Master, would cause that to happen. I guess I was a little self-centered. I wanted a super orgasm and I would let nothing stop me from getting it, not even myself."

"Excellent!" Charles cried grinning. Several of the others smiled and nodded in one of those 'yeah, we know just how you feel' kind of nods. "It's so good that you can be that honest with yourself. Tell us about the things you didn't want to do."

Valerie remembered talking about that the Sunday following. "The first was lesbian sex. I don't like it. It disgusts me. But when I was being frustrated by the timers, I found that fantasizing about Sally using me helped me stay more aroused, enabling me to reach climax on the next round." 

Sally licked her lips at that revelation. She was looking forward to having Val all to her own sometime this weekend. Valerie could see the hunger in Sally's eyes. She made eye contact, let herself blush, and then put her head down.

Valerie continued, "Then you gave me the choice of how to fuck you. I thought that I would go for broke, so to speak, and see if doing something I didn't want to do was as powerful as fantasizing about it. So I choose to sodomize myself. I was right. It was tremendously arousing. Even the pain from the clamps was arousing. Mind you, I don't like the pain, I hate it. But it was driving me towards heights I didn't know existed. I almost used my safe word when you strung me up and put the clamps on a second time. I suppose it was pride. I wanted to show you that I could take it. There was greed, too. I wanted that orgasm. When it came, I couldn't believe how powerful it was."

"I think that's enough self-exploration for now. I want to emphasize something. You safe words are there to be used, if necessary. Pride is a poor excuse to not use them in need. Be aware that at least once this weekend, one of us will deliberately push you to use your red light. You need to be able to use it and not feel guilty about it. We need to know that you'll use it. Only then can we be free to truly explore the depths of your submission.

"Now, I understand that you disappointed Sally earlier. She has asked that she be allowed to punish you for that. I have given her permission. Remember that you are still under orders to not cum. This weekend, only I can countermand those instructions. Not your fellow submissives."

"I don't understand. Fellow submissives?"

"I thought you understood. Every one in this house is either a paid employee or submitting to me. I do allow my submissives to dominate one another. In fact, I require it at times. Sally submits to me. Sally, stand and strip."

Sally stood up saying, "Yes, Master." The leather pants had to be peeled down her legs, so tight did they fit. It turned out that she had nothing on underneath the leather jacket. She had no under things, just jet black stockings which also came off. Her bare skin had numerous red marks across the back and legs. Her nipples had rings embedded in piercings, as did her pussy lips. The lips were closed with a small lock.

"Sally, you are to remain naked for the rest of the night. You'll need to ask for permission to wear any clothing in the morning. While you may punish Valerie in any way you wish, she is not to service you sexually and neither she nor you are to cum. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master," the dominant submissive replied.

Sally came over and untied Val's hand and legs from the chair. She used the leash to pull Valerie to the floor, ordering, "Follow me, slut!"

A little fear hit Valerie. She wasn't sure if Sally was truly mad or was acting, like Daphne had been last weekend. She had to scramble on all fours faster, Sally leading her at a brisker pace. Valerie played a hunch, trusting that Charles would not leave her in the hands of a furious woman likely to hurt her. "Mistress, please don't punish me. I was only trying to please Master and obey him. Please don't hurt me."

Val detected a bounce in Sally's step as she growled, "Keep your mouth closed, bitch. I punish those who displease me and I don't want to hear excuses. I wanted you to cum and you didn't. So you're going to be punished."

At the stairs, Val was motioned to stand up and follow Sally down. She led her victim through the first door on the right and stopped to admire the tools hanging about the room. Valerie also saw them and blanched. The most predominate sight was almost two dozen whips, paddles, planks and switches adorning one wall. While taking in all these instruments for inflicting punishment, she was vaguely aware of a column to her left and an X shaped vertical contraption to the right.

After admiring her tools for a minute, more a chance for Valerie to take in what was going to happen; she led the frightened woman to the column. Valerie's hands were raised above her head and fastened to one of the numerous hooks on it between six and seven feet up. Below the hooks, the column was smooth marble, cool against Valerie's body. From where she was strung up, she could see the wall of whips clearly. Sally went over and took a few minutes, picking up this and that tool, swishing and cracking them experimentally in the air.

While Val was not stretched out much, her feet could stand on the ground and her arms hung loosely in their bonds, she found herself jerking at each sound from the other side of the room. Her breathing was turning shallow as fear and anticipation threatened to overwhelm her. When Sally came over, she was carrying a short handled whip with a dozen wide straps of leather hanging off of it. Valerie was familiar enough with history to recognize a classic Cat-O-Nine-Tails. 

"Please, Mistress, not that. Please have mercy." Val cried, only partly acting out as she thought Sally was hoping for.

Sally responded by dragging the whip across Val's shoulders, swinging it painlessly against her legs. Even with no pain, the contact with the whip caused Val to flinch. Just as the waiting was threatening to overwhelm her, Sally leaned in close and whispered, "But I want to whip you. It'll give me great pleasure to whip you. Will you submit to my whipping you for the next two hours?" Sally had seen the beginnings of panic and took steps to reassure Val that it was play, not anger, and wanted to give the submissive a chance to reaffirm to herself, that she would accept what was offered.

Val started to cry. "I'll try, Mistress. I'm afraid and the waiting is killing me. I want to make you and Master happy. Help me do that."

"Very well." Sally said loudly as she brought the whip down across Valerie's back.

Val screamed in pain, tears pouring down her face. Another blow landed on her legs, causing them to jerk away, momentarily leaving her hanging. She was just able to regain her feet when a third blow impacted her ass. Val was sobbing uncontrollably as the Cat came down over and over, about five seconds between strokes, all along her backside, from shoulders to ankles. She had no idea how many blows landed, only that the pain from each one seemed to start blending into the previous one. It also seemed that the blows were getting lighter, the pain less, when in reality the blows were almost perfectly uniform in strength.

When they stopped, Val continued to heave with sobs. Sally came up behind her and gently rubbed the fires in her back, crooning, "Good, slave. You're doing very well. You are pleasing me very much."

The praise went right to Valerie's heart, through the sobs she got out, "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for your kind words."

Sally moved up against Valerie's back, kissing the back of her neck. "I want more. Can I have more from you? Will you accept a whipping to your front side?"

Valerie trembled in fear but said, "Yes, Mistress, if it will make you happy. I want to please you, Mistress."

Sally turned Val around, undoing the clips and reattaching them. She could see that Val was struggling to not panic again. "Dear? Is the waiting killing you?"

"Yes, Mistress! Thinking about it is so terrifying. It's easier if it just happens."

"Very well, we'll start right away."

This time Val could see each blow as it approached. The first lashed against her legs. She could see red marks flair up and start to fade slightly. Then a blow across her breasts. She screamed in pain, the tears flowing freely again. Sally brought blow after blow against her, leaving only her pussy and face untouched. Val writhed in pain, deriving no pleasure from the sensations torturing her body. Through her tears, she could see Sally smiling and focused on that, that she was making her Mistress, and through Sally, her Master happy. She didn't realize that it had happened, not having enough experience to recognize it, but the pain from the blows, while still there, was sublimated to the joyous feeling of giving Sally what she could give, of accepting the gift that her Mistress had extended to her.

Sally saw Val enter that zone, pleasantly surprised that she could reach it so well, so early in her submission. She reveled in the gift that Val was giving her, and determined to give Val all she could take. She changed her plan to stop at 15 and kept going, watching carefully for the first signs of Val's limits. She wasn't sure Val could safe word in her current state. After the 32nd blow, Val's crying took on a different tone and Sally stopped.

Val collapsed and Sally quickly released her wrists from their cuffs, the quickest way to let her down. The sobbing woman grasped Sally in a hug, gasping out, "Did I please you, Mistress?"

"Oh, Valerie, you did wonderful. You pleased me more than I thought you had in you."

"Thank you, Mistress, thank you."

Sally held the trembling woman for several minutes, letting the tension wash out of her and giving her body a chance to recover from the high it had been on. As the tears dried and Val felt only the residual ache of the lashes against her, she put her head down and kissed Sally's feet.

"Is there anything else I can do to please you, Mistress?"

Sally thought to herself, "I've never encountered such a natural submissive before. She's taken more than any other submissive has so soon into her submission and she's still offering more." To Val, she asked, "What would you offer me if you had a choice of punishments?"

Val thought for a moment. "My pussy, Mistress. I would offer my pussy to be spanked."

"Then that's what I will take. Come with me."

Sally led Val to the X shaped structure, what Val would learn eventually was called a St. Andrew's cross. Placing Val's feet on small supports at the base, she bound straps around her ankles, either side of her knees, the tops of her thighs, across her waist, below and above her breasts, under her armpits, on either side of her elbows and at her wrists. The cumulative effect was to totally immobilize Valerie, to the point where she could only turn her head.

Sally went and retrieved a blindfold, tying it around Val's head. Unable to see what was coming, Val reentered the anticipation roller coaster. Forewarned about Val's lower than normal tolerance for waiting now; Sally wasted no time picking her instrument of choice, a flyswatter. With quick flicks of her wrists, she brought the swatter down in rapid strokes against the immobilized and vulnerable pussy.

Val felt fire in her pussy over and over again, each burst coming so soon on the heels of the previous that the pain built geometrically. Without even realizing she was saying it, she cried out "Yellow light!"

The pain stopped. Sally's voice near her head asked, "What do you need, dear?"

"Too fast, it's too fast. Can you go slower?"

"Of course, dear. Are you ready to resume?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Her blows resumed, this time with three to five second intervals between them. Val cried out in pain, twisting in her bonds. She found that she was crying and moaning at the same time. The blows were turning her on directly, something she didn't believe could happen. Her whole body was flushing, not from pain but from increased arousal. Her tits, still sore from their beating, were perking up in hopes of a more gentle attention, one that was not to come right now. Her pussy was juicing, the fluids splattering with each blow, her clit, having grown erect was actually reveling in the violent caresses it was receiving.

Through her pain, she was aware that an orgasm was actually approaching. "Mistress, please stop. You're making me cum. Please don't make me cum."

Sally, knowing that if Val came, she would also be held responsible, stopped. Moving behind the cross, she reached across, embracing Valerie, hugging the bound body from behind. "You've done very well, Valerie, very well. Thank you for keeping me from getting into trouble." While she was talking, she caressed Valerie's breasts. She was looking forward to when she could give them and that pussy the attention that she longed to give them and that Valerie dreaded to have them receive. She took the blindfold off and came back around the front of the slave.

Val's eyes widened at the sight of the swatter. "Mistress? Was that what was causing all that pain?"

"Yes, it was," Sally replied, smiling. "The most delicious feelings can come from the most mundane objects. Wait until you see what a clothes pin can do."

"Mistress, are your two hours up?"

"No, we still have 45 minutes."

"Is it unseemly for a submissive to ask for a specific punishment?"

"Not if she gets permission first. What did you have in mind?"

"Would you deny me orgasm for the remainder of our time together?"

"You don't want an orgasm?"

"Oh, I want one so bad it hurts. I haven't had a climax since last Saturday. But I want to please you. This is supposed to be punishment for me. I know you've been looking forward to forcing yourself on me, making me take what I find revolting. Make me suffer, Mistress, and enjoy yourself." Valerie trembled at what she was asking, fearful that her wish would be granted. Part of her wanted to scream, "No, whip me, beat me, anything but being fucked by a woman!"

Sally hugged Valerie tightly, causing her to cringe at the contact with Sally's cunt and breasts. "You are so special. Your wish is granted."

Keeping a tight grip on Val, Sally reached down and caressed the recently spanked pussy, sticking two fingers deep inside. Valerie tensed, realizing that she had asked for this, but not wanting it. Her mind revolted, trying to impel her to take it back, to use a safe word. One look in Sally's face, radiant with pleasure, was all it took to bite her tongue and grit her teeth to suffer the touches that were both horrible to her and exciting. Knowing that Sally would not stop without a safe word, Valerie gave voice to her thoughts.

"Please, Mistress, don't do this to me. Please don't. It's so wrong. I can't stand it."

Sally pressed her mouth against Val's, forcing a passionate kiss that took both their breaths away. Valerie was in tears as Sally brought her mouth to Val's breasts, tonguing them and biting gently on the nipples. Through her crying, moans were escaping as Val's body was responding to the unwanted touch. Sally's thumb found Val's clit and rubbed it, sending shocks of pleasure through Val's body. Valerie struggled against the straps holding her still, desperate to move herself away from the lesbian assault on her body.




Valerie Ch. 04



Soon, her body's responses overtook her will and she started begging for a climax. "Just a little more. Please, Mistress, let me cum." But Sally stepped back, watching with a smile as the bound woman, terrified of a woman pleasing her, desperately begged for more. "Please don't stop. I'll do anything, just let me cum. No. No. I need to cum, please, Mistress."

Sally waited five whole minutes, letting Val come completely off of her erotic high. Once she saw that the submissive's body had relaxed, she stepped behind and fondled her from the rear. Reaching down to the slick pussy, she brought that natural lube up to Val's breasts, covering them and leaving one hand to fondle them, sliding all over through the sweet smelling slick liquid. Sally reached with the other hand and captured some of her own juices and forced her wet fingers into Val's mouth, forcing her to taste another woman's cunt juice. She could actually feel a slight gagging sensation in Valerie's throat as the woman realized that she was not tasting her own juice.

Back down to Valerie's pussy, Sally fucked Val with a hand, hard and fast, bringing her to the verge of orgasm again, stopping before it could consummate. Valerie's cries were like music to her ears. She knew that in her soul, Valerie was in heaven, reveling in the pleasure Sally was experiencing.

Sally was right. Valerie kept experiencing the revulsion at what was being done to her, but found a center inside that rejoiced that she could allow this to happen. She found herself craving the chance to please her Mistress even more than she was. By now, she was crying and moaning, desperate for release of some sort. When her arousal diminished, she braced inside herself for the next assault, which came in the form of Sally's tongue in her pussy.

"Nooooooooo!" She cried out. "Please, not that. Please, Mistress, don't go down on me." Uncontrollable sobs raked her body. She was helpless before the pretend rape of her dignity by this wanton woman. Sally's expert mouth and tongue brought Val to those oh so close heights yet again. This time, when she stopped, it was just long enough for the pleading woman to pull slightly away from climax before she attacked again, sending Val closer to the edge than before, actually pushing the edge farther away, creating new plateaus of pleasure just short of orgasm.

Sally was able to keep Valerie on the edge of orgasm for twenty-five full minutes. The hyper-excited sub was incoherent, cognizant of only the mouth assaulting her pussy yet denying her release. Again and again, orgasm was within reach and yanked away. After 25 minutes, Val felt something snap inside her and she cried out "Red Light!"

Sally stopped, backed up a step. "Do you need down?"

"I…I…I…don't know. I can't think. I need to stop, it's too much."

"Of course we'll stop. Let me get your arms free. Then you can free yourself."

Sally undid the straps holding Val's arms in place and let Val struggle with the other straps, seeing that as she was released, she calmed down, came back to herself. Once Valerie had freed herself, she crawled to a far wall, not looking at Sally. The bisexual woman let her be, understanding that the red light was because of an overload of arousal and forced lesbian contact. Valerie needed to not touch a woman for a time. Looking at the clock, she saw that there was still five minutes left.

"Valerie, I'm sorry. I should have paid attention more to your distress and stopped sooner."

Valerie looked up from her corner, "No. No. It wasn't that. You gave me what I wanted and I'm so happy that you did, even though I didn't like what was happening. It's just…I'm not sure I understand it myself. It's like something changed all of a sudden. I could handle it and then I suddenly couldn't. Does that make sense?"

"Maybe. You're saying that your tolerance level pulled back suddenly and you found yourself on the wrong side of the new line."

"Yes! It's like the rules inside me changed without notice." Val got up and walked over to Sally. She reached out and hugged her. "Thank you so much for respecting me. I know how much you enjoyed pleasing me with your mouth. It must be hard to turn off and stop at the drop of a hat…or in this case the drop of a word."

They both started giggling at the joke, collapsing in laughter and tears of joy. The door opened and Charles just stood there, a quizzical look on his face. "I don't think I've seen a punishment session that ended in the punished and the punisher laughing about it. I think, Valerie, that your initiation will be one for the annals."

Valerie, struggling to stifle her giggles, crawled to Charles and kissed his feet, saying, "Thank you, Master, for giving me to Sally to be punished."

"I can see that you've been thoroughly punished indeed. I smell hot and heavy sex. Did you cum, slave?"

"No, Master, Mistress ended the punishment by keeping me on the edge of orgasm for over half an hour. I really need to cum, Master. May I cum now?"

"Not yet. We have other plans. Debbie here," pointing to a tall blond woman who looked very Nordic, "will take you to clean up. Dinner is soon and you'll be serving the rest of us. Debbie does not have permission to play with you and, in fact, is forbidden to speak tonight. Be ready in the dining room in an hour. Debbie will show you what you're to wear and help you get into it. Sally, you need to clean up as well. You are still denied clothes."

Both ladies responded with a "Yes, Master," and went to prepare for dinner.

Debbie led Valerie by her leash to the second master bedroom, where Val had experienced her first real submission under Charles two weeks ago. Debbie drew a bath and washed Valerie from head to toe, paying special attention to her cunt and ass. Once she was dry, she got the clothes Val was to wear. First was a corset. Unlike the one used on her by Francine, this one had no rings for bondage on the sides. It was also a size smaller. It took ten minutes of pulling, inhaling and lacing to close the back up. Valerie would swear that her waist was two to three inches smaller than when they started. Every breath brought a small twinge of pain as her sides pushed against the solid ribs of the garment.

Next were heavy black wool stockings held up by garter straps that clipped to the corset. The stockings came all the way up to Valerie's crotch. It only took minutes for her legs to start swimming in her own perspiration. On her feet were placed six-inch stiletto heels. Val struggled to stay upright as the radical change in balance coupled with the loss of mobility in her waist made balancing tricky.

"I'm supposed to serve dinner in these? I'll be lucky if I don't fall down the stairs trying to get to the dining room," Val thought to herself. Debbie insisted, by pulling on the leash, that Val practice walking in the heels. It took fifteen minutes before Val could walk from one side of the room and back without Debbie having to catch her when she started to fall.

The final items of her wardrobe were not clothing at all. Debbie lubed a butt plug and inserted it up Val's ass. Then she placed a ball gag in her mouth. With a clap of her hands, the tall Nordic woman motioned for Valerie to follow her. They went back downstairs (the steps were easy when Val held onto the rail) and to the dining room. There were eight chairs around the table. Debbie took one. Valerie saw that there was food in heater pans on serving tables against the walls. It looked like dinner was to be meat loaf, mashed potatoes, corn on the cob and hot rolls. The very basic meal looked strangely out of place in a formal dining room that would be the envy of a four-star restaurant. What looked like two bottles of wine on ice was actually sparkling cider.

The rest of the house's scene players entered the room and took places around the table, Charles at the head. They were talking animatedly about something that sounded much like the relative merits of gagging and not gagging a submissive. Charles looked to Valerie and ordered, "Serve us, Valerie. Fix each of our plates and bring it to us. Fill our drinks."

Walking unsteadily, Valerie fixed the first plate and carried it to Charles. In quick succession she served each of the others. Except for Sally, everyone was wearing clothes, making Valerie only the second person in the room whose sexual areas were visible. She managed to serve everyone their food and drinks when she noticed that Sally had her hands bound behind her back. She walked over to Charles and stood, waiting for him to notice. He looked up and asked, "What is it, Valerie?"

Val looked at Sally and then back at Charles, eyes raised questioningly.

"Oh, Sally is being punished. She cannot use her hands to eat. She will have to put her head into her plate to eat, or she can go hungry."

Valerie looked at the woman who was becoming as close as a friend, tears forming. She carefully got down upon her knees and looked up at Charles imploringly.

"What is it?"

She motioned with her hands, pretending to feed another person and pointing at Sally.

"You wish to feed Sally yourself?"

She nodded her head and looked down.

By now, all eating had ceased at the table, everyone looking at Valerie with unreadable expressions on their faces.

"You can only feed one person tonight, Valerie, either yourself or Sally. You can choose."

She bent forward and kissed Charles' hand, stood back up and walked over to Sally.

Sally looked up, her face a mix of fear and hope. "You don't have to do this, Valerie. I'm just working up the courage."

Val took Sally's chin in her hands, lifted her face and gave a slow, deep nod, as if to say, "Yes, I do have to do this."

Then she took the fork and knife that were sitting unused and carefully fed Sally her dinner, stopping only to refill plates for the others. Both women were crying lightly, each for their own reasons. Valerie was overwhelmed by the level of service she was able to give. Tuesday, Francine had fed her and she had been overwhelmed by the level of powerlessness that such an act imposed upon her. Now the situation was reversed and she realized that the level of powerlessness was just as great. She had indicated that she had to so this because it was true. She was Sally's submissive and wished deeply to serve her whenever she could. Once Charles had given permission, she had no choice. Sally was her Mistress, she was Sally's submissive, and this was how it had to be. She only wished she could so serve each of the seven in the same way. Somehow, this simple act was more submissive than hours of accepting pain and unwanted sexual contact.

Sally cried out of the realization that this submissive she had only known for a few short weeks loved her, as well as the others. Mere hours after giving in to her limits and beyond in pain and degradation, she willingly sacrificed of herself to help her Mistress. She knew she could live the rest of her life in the lifestyle and not encounter another submissive so giving of herself. Sally was so grateful that Charles had taken Val as a submissive and allowed her, Sally, to participate in the initiation of this lovely and loving woman.

When dinner was finished, Charles instructed Valerie, "Fix yourself a plate, set it at the eighth place and come here."

Valerie did as she was told and waited. Charles turned her around and cuffed her hands behind her again. He removed the gag and put a blindfold on her. Leading her back to her place setting, she was sat down and told, "You may eat so long as no one helps you." Valerie heard Sally gasp somewhere. Val was not surprised. She had made a decision and would accept the consequences.

Bending forward, her hair falling around her face, Valerie rooted around her plate, eating her food by biting it directly off the plate. In short order, her face was covered in mashed potatoes, ketchup and butter. She felt humiliation flow through her, arousing her sexually as she knew she must look like a pig rooting in its slop. Hair got into her mouth and had to be spit out. She was grateful for the blindfold keeping her eyes clear of foreign matter.

She realized she hadn't prepared herself a drink just as she heard something pour and Sally's voice saying, her tears audible in her voice, "I've put a soup bowl of cider to the left of your plate."

Valerie carefully felt for the bowl and slurped up a mouthful of the carbonated apple juice. "Thank you, Mistress."

She could hear Sally run off, audible sobs fading in the distance. She continued to eat, cleaning her plate, so to speak (She spent as much time negotiating the corn cobs as the rest of the meal combined). When she was done, the blindfold was taken off and she could see herself in a small mirror that had been brought in. Her hair was plastered to her face by drying food. The only clean portion of her face was the blank spot the mask had left. She recalled the video of her one-year-old niece eating spaghetti and thought how much she looked like that small child.

Charles was standing off to the side and commanded her, "You have 30 minutes to clean yourself up and report to the dungeon. You are not to get your cuffs wet."

She knew without asking that her hands were to remain bound. Charles was making sure that the cost for her taking mercy on her Mistress/fellow slave was high. She would, of course, fail to succeed in getting clean with no hands and keep the cuffs dry, and that would mean punishment. She rose and went to the second master bedroom, the only bathroom she knew of, to make the attempt.

To her surprise, Sally was waiting there. "Hurry, before Master realizes that I'm defying him."

"No, Mistress. I can't let you get into trouble over me."

"Silence, slave," Sally said with a grin, "that wasn't a request, it was an order."

With a sink of warm soapy water and a second sink for rinsing, the clean up job took Sally 20 minutes (butter is a bitch to get out of hair). By the time they were done, the two women were giggling like little school girls. They both knew that they were going to be punished somehow, but the bond they had formed seemed to be worth it.

Sally led Valerie to the dungeon, the far door in the downstairs hall (the other doors were referred to as play rooms). The dungeon was much larger, with several large devices spread about the room. Some Valerie recognized from watching old movies. There were a set of stocks, a rack, a whipping post similar to the one in the play room and another of those crosses. There was a second cross mounted on a giant wheel that looked like it could spin freely. One corner had a series of leather straps hanging from the ceiling. There was a vaulting horse, like the ones gymnasts jumped over. She was a little worried at seeing a closed iron maiden in a far corner.

Charles and the other five players were all present. Three of the players were also women. There was a small black lady wearing a cat woman suit made of vinyl, Debbie, the tall, blond, Nordic woman, and a third lady, she had seen her to be oriental earlier, was wearing a full face hood with only her eyes showing, the mouth stuffed with a gag. It matched the leather pajamas that failed to cover any of her ass, pussy or breasts.

The two men were naked except for leather briefs that barely contained their cocks. Neither one had an erection yet. It looked as if they would hurt themselves if they did. Both were large and muscular, quite capable of restraining Val without the use of aids. Other than the difference between their brown and black hair, they looked pretty much the same.

Charles clucked menacingly as they entered. "It seems that these two slaves just don't know when to stop their rebellious ways. Valerie, you should have known that I intended to have you fail."

"I did know, Master. Sally was insistent. I should have argued with her more."

"Sally, I told you not to help her, yet you did."

"She sacrificed for me, Master, I could do no less."

"I appreciate loyalty in my slaves. Would that it was to me." he chuckled to himself. "You both need to be punished and I have just the punishment for each of you. You are both denied orgasms for the rest of the weekend."

The two ladies gasped. Sally knew that orgasm denial was always followed by a full weekend of provoking them to have orgasms without permission, followed by more punishment.

"Would you like to earn them back?" he asked.

"Yes, Master!" they cried in unison.

"Very well. Sally, Valerie is to punish you. If she fails, no orgasms. If you fail to accept it sufficiently, no orgasms. How many orgasms you will be allowed is entirely dependant on how harshly she punishes you and how much of her harshness you can accept. Is that clear?"

Sally acknowledged the instructions, but Valerie said "yellow light."

"What is it Valerie?

"I don't know anything about inflicting pain safely. I don't want to hurt her. I'm not safe."

"I don't intend for you to punish her unguided. All of us will be here to advise you on what you can safely attempt and how to do it safely. We won't let you hurt her. Does that help?"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, I should have trusted you."

"Actually, that yellow light showed good sense. Look at Sally, she's relaxed. Your concern has demonstrated that she can trust you. Now, decide how you want to punish her."

"Can I ask her permission first, Master?"

"Yes, you may."

"Mistress Sally, may I punish you?" Val asked, kneeling before her Mistress/slave.

Sally knelt beside her. "Not only do you have permission, I'm begging you to be as harsh as you can imagine. Don't hold anything back. I want orgasms this weekend."

Valerie smiled, "So do I."

Turning to Charles, she asked, "Can I have her put in the stocks?"

"You need to take the lead. We'll help you with the technicalities, but the decisions are totally up to you, as long as I think they're within your safety parameters. I'll warn you if you start to cross that line."

Valerie felt very uncomfortable. She didn't think she had what it took to be a Dominant. She didn't trust herself. She only proceeded because she trusted Charles and Sally. She led Sally to the stocks. Bending her over at the waist, the two men helped her place the victim's head and arms in the padded holes and lock the stock in place with a simple steel pin. Her legs were locked into place in a similar fashion.

Valerie wandered over to a table with quite a few implements on it. She took four clamps, a blindfold, a penis gag, and a rubber signal ball. She wanted the clamps to have weight attached to them, but was unsure how much. "Master. Could you help me?"

Keeping his voice low, he asked, "What do you need?"

Whispering back, she asked, "Are any of these weighted ones too heavy if I'm planning to whip her somehow?"

"Where are you planning to put them?"

"Two on her nipples and two on her pussy lips."

Picking out two pairs, he held the lighter ones, "These for the pussy and the others for the tits."

Setting them aside, she returned to Sally, who was breathing deeply, showing signs of arousal. She placed the gag and blindfold on. "Can you breathe?" As Sally nodded her head, Charles, unseen behind them, also nodded. Valerie placed the rubber ball into Sally's right hand which gripped it with a death grip.

Valerie recovered the clamps and practiced placing them on her own nipples. It took her several tries to get them on cleanly without pinching their way off, discovering that you had to arouse the nipples first. She wondered what Sally thought of the little sounds of pain Val was making. She also experimented on her pussy lips, discovering that they were actually easier to place clamps onto, though it hurt more. She returned to Sally's immobilized form and attached all four clamps, moans of pain coming from Sally's gagged mouth in response. Val felt a knot begin to grow in her stomach.




Valerie Ch. 04



Moving over to the whips and such, she was overwhelmed by the selection. Charles joined her and said, "For your first time, I would limit yourself to the cat or the paddle. They're the hardest to make mistakes with. Choose a cat with short wide straps. Your first paddle should be a softer material that gives a little."

Valerie made her selections and had an evil thought. She thought for a moment, recalled Sally's request "Don't hold anything back. I want orgasms this weekend." She strode over to the implement table again, selected an unweighted clamp and tried it out on her clit. The flare of pain was so intense; she started to put it back. Charles leaned over, "Try putting it on the entire hood, instead of the clit directly." She did and felt that she could live with that.

Moving back to Sally, she saw that she had juiced up tremendously, clearly aroused by her predicament. When Val touched her clit, Sally struggled, shifting violently. Val reached up and swatted her ass with a hand, settling her down. She attached the clamp to the clit and got back up, her eyes brimming with tears. The helpless woman was writhing in the stocks, setting the weights on the clamps swinging. Valerie picked up her paddle and started to spank her new friend. She put all her strength behind it, being rewarded with a resounding smack followed by a muffled cry of pain from Sally. Taking her cue from her own punishment earlier, she gave slow steady swats, watching the weights swing violently each time. In short order, Sally was crying out, albeit muffled, constantly. Sally's ass was turning bright red and Val could see rivulets of pussy juice and perspiration dripping down her thighs. Valerie's pussy was not wet. She felt no arousal and the knot in her stomach grew worse.

After about 30 strokes, she had another thought and ran back to get a butt plug and lube. After lubing up Sally's ass liberally, all the while the woman tried to complain through her gag, Valerie tried to push it in. One of the men grasped her hands and guided her in how to slowly rotate and penetrate instead of pushing straight in. The head plopped in and the plug was sucked in up to its stopper. Tears began to flow from Val's eyes. Her head felt light and she had a lump in her throat.

She picked up the cat, not sure how to start. One of the women, the black lady, came up and, taking the whip, showed Valerie how to swing it forcefully in short strokes that allowed accurate placement. She also showed which areas were safe to hit, the upper back, buttocks and thighs. Standing back, Valerie took a stroke and smacked the whip against Sally's ass.

The victim jumped, moaning in pure pain, red stripes appearing on her ass. Valerie struck her again and again on the legs and ass, avoiding the upper back for fear of missing. As each set of stripes appeared, Valerie cried harder and harder, sick with what she was doing to the helpless woman. After ten strokes, she collapsed, crying over and over again, "Red light, red light."

Charles was right there, "What's wrong, love?"

"I can't do it. It hurts too much. I feel like a part of me is withering away. I'd rather leave forever than hurt her any more."

"Valerie, I had no idea. I have never had a submissive that was so hurt by being dominant."

"It's not being dominant, it's the hurting. I would be okay tying her up and torturing her with endless orgasms. I just can't hurt her. Please don't make me."

Charles looked at this confident business woman, breaking down and totally unaroused. She had derived no pleasure at all from what she had done. "Valerie, you'll never have to punish or inflict pain again. From now on, this is considered a red light activity for you. Look at me."

Valerie looked up, tears still flowing.

"You'd trade places with her in a heartbeat, wouldn't you?"

Val nodded vigorously.

"You'll never be asked to inflict pain again."

While they had been talking, the others had released Sally. The striped woman came over and hugged Val. "You wanted me to tell you no, didn't you?"

Val nodded again.

"I'm so sorry. I should have noticed. Will you forgive me?"

Val embraced her Mistress, nodding vigorously.

Charles looked up at the group. "Our lady friends are going to take a break. They've earned a few orgasms; in an hour, we'll give them a chance to earn more. If you wish to play for an hour, pair off and choose who will submit. I'll be taking Surmi."

Sally led Valerie to another room where they could sit down and recover their wits. Sally held Val until the crying had stopped. Once done crying, Valerie dozed in Sally's arms, worn out emotionally. Sally hoped that this crisis didn't ruin the lifestyle for this special woman. As the hour was ending, Sally woke up Valerie and led her back to the dungeon.

The six players were looking satisfied with themselves. One of the men and all three of the women were marked in various places, which struck Valerie as odd. Anticipating her question, Sally whispered, "Robert and Marcia enjoy mutual domination, where they either trade off positions or, rarely, mutually dominate each other. It's quite enjoyable to watch."

"Ah, the wayward submissives are back. Valerie, are you up to some more fun?"

"Yes, Master. I'm ready to serve."

"I assume the two of you would be interested in earning unlimited orgasms for the weekend?"

"Yes, Master!" the two said in unison.

Laughing, he instructed them, "Clasp each other in a hug." When they did, each of their wrists were captured by a rope and tightly tied to the other woman's wrist, effectively making each woman a straight jacket for the other one. Their waists, ankles, and knees were also bound together. Valerie was a little uncomfortable with the closeness of their pussies, but had the feeling that that would be the least of her worries shortly. She was right.

"This is what's going to happen. For the next hour, all six of us will whip you with a variety of implements. You'll be lying on the ground. The two of you will be free to decide between you at any time, who will be on top and who will be on bottom. You can change as often as you wish. If neither of you ask for mercy in any way, then you will have earned any orgasms you can achieve for the rest of the weekend. If not, you'll only have the two each that Valerie earned you an hour ago. Any questions?"

Both submissives shook their heads. As they were lowered to the ground, Valerie said, "Me on top first, you were whipped more recently." They rolled over and the six players began to swing away. Valerie's back exploded in fire as six separate whips laid into her. Valerie could not see what was being used, but Sally could see three cats, two floggers and one crop. She laid there, watching her friend's face absorb the pain, screaming freely in agony. The blows kept coming and after ten minutes, it occurred to Sally what was happening. Valerie was intending to take the entire hour herself!

Bracing herself for the pain, Sally gave a mighty heave and rolled over, exposing herself to the blows. Gritting her teeth, she looked Val in the eyes and whispered, "Don't you dare hog all the fun, girl!" Message delivered, she allowed the screams to escape, each cry a cathartic release, enabling the next blow to be absorbed. When she felt she couldn't take any more with out crying for mercy, she looked at Val again, and as if they could read each other's mind, the two rolled together, putting Valerie on top.

During this time on top for Valerie, Sally could see that Charles had gotten a bull whip. Knowing what was coming, she whispered, "Don't panic!" Charles cracked the whip right above them without actually touching. Valerie, unable to see and hearing the dreaded crack of the wickedly long and brutal whip, screamed in terror and pleaded with her eyes to roll over.

They rolled, Sally unconcerned about the bull whip, knowing that Charles considered it too dangerous for anything but psychological effect. She saw that Valerie's eyes were closed in terror, unable to see that the dreaded crack never made contact. She hissed, "Look! See what's happening."

Valerie looked, opening her eyes, flinching as she saw the wicked end of the bull strike…at the air above them. She still flinched at the sound, but the panic subsided and she was back on track. It continued like this for an hour, Sally enduring five minutes for every ten Valerie took. Sally was envious of Valerie's pain tolerance and grateful for the ten minute respites. The hour came to a close and neither woman had begged for mercy. Their voices were raw from the screaming and their bodies had red marks all across them.

The two were led to a room with two couches where they had soothing ointment rubbed into their bodies. The pain receded to a dull ache as the massage took the stiffness out of their muscles, and the ointment took the majority of the sting out of the welts and stripes. Charles came in and told them, "You two did very well. We're done for the night. I want both of you to get a good night's sleep. Valerie, you will be performing household chores in the morning. No clothes are allowed and whoever is directing your chores is Mistress or Master. Sally, you have an errand to run in the morning. Be sure you have clothes suitable for public appearances after a scene. You both have earned as many orgasms as you can achieve this weekend, though no masturbating independently. You both may bring each other to as many orgasms as you want tonight, provided you are asleep by 11:00. It's now 10:15."

Val looked down demurely and asked, "Mistress, are you going to force yourself on me tonight?"

As Sally licked her lips, Valerie smiled and shuddered.

The two girls walked hand in hand upstairs and made a bee line for the second master bedroom. As they entered the room, Val dropped to her knees, saying, "Please don't make me do this, Mistress."

In reality, Valerie was experiencing desire for a woman for the first time. In the last several hours, something she couldn't put her finger on had changed subtly. Her resistance had become more of a game. She still felt uncomfortable about pleasing a woman sexually, but the level of anxiety was less. She wasn't sure if it was a general change or a change with respect to just Sally. 

Sally, recognizing the playful attitude in the submissive, played along and shouted sternly, "Get on the bed, slave!"

Valerie cowered and crawled to the bed, climbing on and extending her arms and legs to be tied. Sally connected the ties to her wrists and tightened the clamps, stretching the now helpless woman taut, without being too tight. Climbing on top, Sally ordered, "Please me, slave. You don't cum until I cum twice."

Sally lowered her pussy onto Valerie's head. Valerie attacked the pussy using her tongue and mouth with a vengeance. The prospect of an orgasm energized her, overcoming any lingering discomfort. She took long deep strokes with her tongue, letting it slide into Sally's pussy lips and over her clit. Sally growled with pleasure, grinding her pussy against Val's mouth. Unbeknownst to Valerie, Sally had not had an orgasm in three weeks. The desperate woman was not going to let this opportunity pass.

Pussy juice smearing on her face, Valerie shuddered, becoming aroused at just the thought of sending Sally over the top. With the pussy against her face, she plunged her tongue in and wriggled it around like a vibrator. Sally responded enthusiastically, crying in pleasure, wriggling her pussy even deeper onto Val's face. It only took another couple of minutes, for Sally to shudder and scream in pleasure, flooding Val's face with fluid from her cunt.

Sally rode the cum for almost a minute, weeks of sexual tension pouring out in a flood of pleasure. As she came down, she yelled, "Again, make me cum again!" Valerie renewed her efforts, rewarded by Sally's tongue probing her pussy as well. They traded tongue stroke for tongue stroke, each pushing the other to higher and higher levels of excitement. Sally, closer to exploding when they started, screamed her release directly into Val's pussy. The vibrations from her voice broke Val's dam and the submissive exploded in a massive, long-awaited orgasm. Her body shuddered and shook to the limits that its bonds would allow. 

After recovering from their climaxes, Sally released Val's bonds. "You need to give your muscles a rest. Sleep until you're woken up. You're going to have a long day tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mistress. Good night, Mistress."

Sally left and Valerie was asleep within five minutes.





Valerie Ch. 04



When she tried to struggle, the male hands pressed her roughly against the bars, slapping her face through the hood. Crying, her sobs coming out as moans, she felt the woman's hands begin to manipulate the two dildos, pushing them in and out a little. In spite of herself and her panic at a strange woman fucking her, she felt her arousal grow. The relentless push and pull of an inch or so in both holes, as well as the unceasing caresses from the male hands, drove her traitorous body higher and higher, closer and closer to an orgasm. She wasn't sure when it happened, but she stopped trying to cry out "stop" and started to try to cry out, "yes". 

The two did not so much tease her as they simply didn't hurry. Her orgasm seemed to take forever to get there, but it did, her body shaking in pleasure, rattling the chains holding her to the gate. They didn't stop, keeping up their assault until she had had two more orgasms. The hands withdrew and she felt the clamps being removed, sending fresh waves of pain through her sensitive nibs and lips. Then a pair of hands reached up and opened the eye pieces to the mask, letting her see her attackers.

Embarrassment rolled over her as she realized she'd been had. The woman was the oriental player, Surmi, and the man was the black haired player, Robert. She started crying again, as relief flooded her. As they took her down, Robert explained that Master had arranged for the street to be closed this afternoon in preparation for her adventure. The harness was left on with her holes filled, and the gag in her mouth. The rest of the toys were collected and all three took the car up to the house.

Charles was there waiting for her. As she got out of the car, he said, "Valerie. That was very good. You showed great trust by confining yourself in public. I'm proud of you. How many orgasms did you have?"

She looked down and held up three fingers. 

"Come in. We'll have lunch and continue your analysis of your submission."

Lunch was a chef salad, English muffins and jam. Her gag was removed to eat, but the rest of her adventure gear was left on. After lunch, they returned to the lounge and Valerie was again lightly tied to the chair, looking out at the others, except Sally who was not there.

"Let's pick up where we left off. I sent you away to find out about the lifestyle and myself. How did you proceed?"

Valerie explained her day of internet searching, finding some useful and not so useful information. She told about her trip to the Castle Superstore to buy some self-bondage equipment and her fortuitous encounter with Giggy and Rachael. She described how they were willing to meet with her and talk about the lifestyle and give important safety tips with respect to meeting people. She described how they told her that the best way to find out about a player was to gain the trust of the scene and that the best way to do that was to demonstrate her seriousness by being willing to actually play. They suggested she enter the slave auction.

Charles interrupted her at this point. "Tell us why. Why did you want to experiment with self-bondage? What was the motivation for selling yourself in the auction?"

"The self-bondage was an attempt to recapture those wonderful orgasms. By the time I had talked to Giggy and Rachael, I had come to desire something else. My self-bondage was a success because I was able to fantasize about you and Sally taking me and forcing me to please her and denying me orgasms. I realized after that that I wanted to give myself to you, but I didn't know if you were safe yet. It wasn't enough to be tied up, I needed to give up, not just be taken. This is in retrospect, Master. I don't think I was conscious of it at the time."

Surmi interrupted, "I think that we all can agree with that, the first realizations are unconscious."

Valerie continued. "The auction was really motivated by two things. I wanted to be able to ask about you and have those in the lifestyle trust me enough to answer. Plus, if you weren't safe, it was a safe venue to give myself. So I went to Mephisto's and sold myself."

"How was your experience at the auction?"

"It was unbelievable, Master. The bidding process was so unbelievably humiliating and such a turn on. The auctioneer was so wonderful. I asked her to humiliate me and she did such a wonderful job. For a time, I really felt like I was being sold in a primitive slave market. I'd love to do it again, if Master permits it.

"The couple who bought me was wonderfully cruel. They took me and used me, forcing me to please them, all without making me feel less than human. They made me feel like I was in the right place, being who I was meant to be, much the way I feel now. I'm glad I was able to please them as much as they made me feel special and used at the same time.

"Afterwards, Rachael had been given a couple of names that had played with you, one of whom was my best friend, Francine. The rest you know."

"So, Valerie, why are you here, this weekend? Why did you choose to give me and my household your submission?"

"The honest answer is I don't really know. I feel right here. Giving myself to a Dominant is so fulfilling. Letting Francine have me Tuesday was so unbelievable. Our friendship is so much stronger. I find that I trust her with such strength that I would put my life in her hands. When I give in and allow you all to use me as you wish, it fills a place inside me that I didn't know was there. I don't think I can turn back now. Life without submission would seem empty. If you were to turn me away after this weekend, I'd still be a submissive and I'd find a Master to take me, even if the search took years. I need to give myself."

"Valerie," the brown haired, Steve, said, "I don't think that any submissive so new to the lifestyle has ever been so clear about who she really is. You have a precious gift and we all want to nurture it and encourage it to grow."

Robert added his bit, "Your obedience outside was amazing. No other submissive obeyed every command in the package so well on their second day. You really want to please Charles, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. The thought of displeasing him hurts like an open wound. And not just Charles, it's anyone I submit to. I think that's why I feel guilty about using my red safe word. When I use it, it feels like I'm letting you down. Francine told me, however, that my Dominant needs to be able to trust that I'll use it so that he or she can let themselves go fully. Not using it would take away from your pleasure, so I need to be willing to use it."

"Exactly," replied Charles, "Early on, I will be holding back some, because I need to be able to judge your ability to determine your limits accurately. That's part of training a submissive. When I'm sure that you know yourself well enough, then we can together go places that vanilla people can only dream of, if they're lucky.

"Now, I'm going to take you downstairs and engage in some vigorous training. The rest of you have the afternoon off. If your other responsibilities allow, return by 8:00 tonight. After dinner, Valerie will be the main course in a little game."

The others got up and went their separate ways. Charles came over, untied Valerie from the chair and led her by her leash to the lower levels of the house. Taking one of the doors that she had not seen to date, she saw a stainless steel medical examination table, complete with stirrups. Valerie felt herself shiver and a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. There were a few additions to the table. Just along the underside of the tabletop were small eye bolts running down the sides and the head. A railing had been mounted along the sides that could be lifted up and down, like those on a gurney. It looked like the table top could be tilted somewhat, though she couldn't tell how far. There were several drawers installed into the base.

"Valerie, strip and hop up onto the table."

Valerie approached the table slowly. She ran her hands along the table top, feeling the cool surface. With not a little bit of fear, she climbed up and reclined upon it. Her breathing started to get faster and she shivered uncontrollably. Charles observed her reaction and considered stopping this game. In the end, he chose to continue. He knew Valerie got a thrill on certain levels of fear, and it would be unfortunate if he nipped that in the bud. He proceeded slower than he might have, giving her the time to recognize her own feelings and stop the game herself if necessary.

After lifting the railing, he bent down to open one of the drawers, and pulled out some lengths of bungee cord. Lifting her legs into the stirrups one by one, he used the flexible cords to pull her ankles into the foot brace and then attached the other end to the base of the stirrup. The shorter cords pulled her wrists against the railing and attached the end to an eye bolt on the underside. 

He noted that the fear levels in Valerie were steadily increasing as he proceeded. Valerie felt a panic begin to settle on her with each limb that was restrained. She tried to squelch it, telling herself, "Stupid! You've been tied up before. This is just like the other times." But she didn't believe herself. She tried to take deep breaths, slowing her breathing, trying to avoid hyperventilation. It was all for naught when she saw Charles start to pull a leather strap across her chest, just under her breasts. Panic hit full force and she struggled wildly, screaming, "Red light! Red light! Oh God, please, red light!"

Charles was in a quandary. He stopped attaching the strap immediately, but if he released her during her wild struggles, she could seriously injure herself. Moving quickly to her head, he grasped it firmly, looked right at her and, using his firmest command voice, said, "Valerie, freeze!"

Valerie looked at him, her struggles minimized, crying, "Red light, please, red light."

"Valerie, hold still. If you thrash when I release the bonds, you'll injure yourself."

She nodded, trembling, but still. He deftly removed the bungee cords from her wrists, lowered the rails and then released her ankles. As soon as she was free, she scrambled off the table and crawled to a far corner, still crying, "Red light, red light," softly to herself.

Charles walked over and knelt beside her. "Take my hand, let's get out of here."

He took her shivering hand and led her along the wall to the door and out into the hall. The farther they were from the table, the more she calmed. Outside, she was able to stop saying her safe word and simply cry, letting the fear and panic drain from her. He led her to the recovery room, laying her on one of the couches, letting her regain her wits. When he saw that she had lost the overwhelming fear and panic, he asked her, "Can you describe what you felt, why the table caused such fear?"

"Master, as soon as I saw the table, I felt a knot in my stomach. As soon as you started to bind me down, I just knew that something dreadful was going to happen. The less freedom I had, the worse it was going to be. When you started to strap me down, I lost it. I don't know why, but I just had to get away before death and disaster overtook me."

"How, in God's name, do you survive a gynecological exam?"

Valerie looked sheepishly, "I don't. I haven't been to an OB/GYN in seven years."

"That will not do. I require my subs to keep themselves in good health. We'll have to make an appointment for you. A lot of the subs use Dr. Waston. She is a sub herself and can actually be told that the standard table will provoke a safe word reaction. She'll find a way to examine you without it.

"Now, if you feel up to continuing, I have several things I want to do with you yet."

"Yes, Master. I'm looking forward to them, I hope."

Charles led her to the dungeon again and to a normal table with several ropes on pulleys hanging above it. It had a padded leather top, was six feet long and three feet across. He slapped the top, indicating that she should get on and lie down. While she waited, he retrieved several items from the instrument shelves and set them on the floor. The first thing he did to Valerie was to take a four foot long bar and clip her ankle cuffs to the ends, spreading her legs far apart. She could feel strain on her hips, though not painfully yet. 

Next, each of her arms was encased in a stiff glove. The fingers of the gloves were rigid, preventing any motion. The sleeves came up a full two inches above her elbows. They zipped up on the outside and had a string of eyelets like shoes had on the inside. These he used to lace the gloves together, forcing her arms to almost touch from wrist to elbow. The loose ends of the string at her wrists were used to tie her hands to the bar between her legs. The result was Valerie's legs sticking straight up and out and her back bent slightly by the pressure of her arms being pulled forward. 

A rope was dropped down and attached to the bar, then lifted. The result was that she actually had to strain less to hold position, as she could let the rope above her do the work of holding her up. Next, Charles fitted a full hood over her head. This one had no opening for a gag, just a mesh in front of her mouth instead. "Say something. I need to make sure I can hear a safe word if you use it."

Smiling, Val said, "Green light."

Chuckling, Charles commented, "So, you figured that one out on your own. Good girl. If you need to use a safe word, be sure to shout, your volume is a little muffled."

Charles stepped back and watched Valerie struggle in her bondage. "It doesn't matter how much they love being bound, once they are, they struggle, looking for a way out, or maybe to make sure they can't get out," he thought to himself. He let her stew for ten minutes, admiring the way she became more and more aroused. Except for the slight rattle of metal on metal and Valerie's own moans, all was quiet.

After the ten minutes, he walked back over and let her hear that he was nearby. Still he left her alone, waiting. Five minutes later, he heard what he had been listening for. "Master, please touch me, any touch please." He let her beg for a couple of more minutes and then picked up a crop and swung it against her ass. The yelp she gave was rewarding and the loud moan of desire was telling. He struck her again. She jerked with a yelp, setting the bar rocking back and forth. Then he stopped and waited again.

Valerie was feeling intense frustration. She had not expected to be bound and then ignored. She was becoming aroused, very much so, and desperate for touch of any kind. Unable to take it any more, she called out and begged for any touch. Her reward was two blows from some kind of thin whip on her ass. The pain caused her to cry out, but she moaned in pleasure at the touch, her body reveling in sweet sensations, albeit painfully sweet ones. When he stopped after just two, she went wild with desire. Her struggles intensified, desperately trying, not to escape, but to feel something.

Again, she begged, "Master, please don't stop. I need touch, any touch, lots of touch. Please do something to me."

Her pleas were answered as Charles brought the crop down on her pussy. She felt the fire between her legs, screaming at the pain on her sensitive folds of flesh. Again and again, at a maddeningly slow pace, he brought the crop down against some new part of her body. The thigh this time, her belly the next, then a tit. He walked around her laying blows all over her body, observing the places that provoked the strongest reactions. He noted with curiosity that in addition to the expected sensitive areas; her breasts, pussy and the soles of her feet; her arm pits and behind her knees seemed especially sensitive. He also thought he detected a trace of laughter mixed in at those locations. "This had possibilities," he thought to himself.

After 15 minutes of scattering blows with the crop to all the exposed parts of her body, he gently laid the crop against her pussy and slowly stroked it back and forth. She reacted with enthusiasm, trying to hump the crop. When she did, he pulled it away. He laid it back after 30 seconds and started again. She humped and had it removed. It took her four tries before she brought herself under control and let the crop have its way with her at Master's own pace. He brought her to the edge of orgasm and then quickly swatted her clit directly.

Valerie howled in pain and orgasm together. Her body shuddered and shook, waves of pain flowed out from her cunt, leaving the fire in her clit behind, only to generate another wave of pleasure, like the ripples in a pond when a rock hits it. She had never had an orgasm that lasted so long, the throbbing in her clit seemingly prolonging her pleasure immensely. More intense ones, yes, but not as long on a single climax.

As she descended from her peak, the orgasm fading, she realized that she was devoid of touch again and couldn't hear her Master. She waited, struggling occasionally in the bindings. When ten minutes had passed, she called out again, "Master, may I have more? Please touch me again."

She heard rustling below, Master getting something that he had brought over. Then she felt something penetrate her pussy. The hard, phallic shaped object began to buzz and twist inside her, driving her arousal up again. As she was settling into the pleasure of the vibrator, Charles started anew with the crop. This time every blow landed on her pussy. The little bursts of fire, melded with the pulses of pleasure emanating from the vibrator, throwing her into a frenzy.

"Oh God, it's so much. I can't take it. Please make it stop. It's too much. Please, Master, make it stop." 

While she pleaded for mercy from the sensation overload she secretly hoped that he would keep it up. Her cries were a kind of release, letting her actually take the sensations and make them a part of her. She knew that this orgasm was going to be a big one and she wanted every last drop of it. For his part, Charles had seen this before. By begging for it to stop, the sub actually enabled herself to take more and more sensation. The reasons this worked, psychologically, varied from sub to sub. And not every sub was this way. Many he had in his service were. He wondered idly if she realized how lightly he was actually hitting her. None of these blows would even leave a mark. In fact, she might not find them painful at all in other circumstances.

Valerie struggled wildly, rocking back and forth, making Charles work at keeping the swats on target. When she hit the tipping point, her whole body froze for an instant. Then a wail escaped from Val's mouth and her body shook in the throes of a massive orgasm. Her body shook over and over again; unaware that Charles had stopped the crop and removed the vibrator. This orgasm seemed to last forever in her mind, though it was actually shorter than the earlier one. As she came down, she was aware of a sharp pain in her left shoulder.

"Yellow light," she said.

"What is it?"

"I think I pulled something in my shoulder."

Charles unzipped the gloves, releasing her arms and getting a cry of pain as she leaned back onto the table. "Don't move your shoulder. We need to see how bad it is." He went over to an intercom and said, "Herman?"

"Yes, Master Charles?"

"Could you send Victor down here? We have a possible injury."

"Right away, sir."

While they waited, Charles removed the rest of the restraints, allowing her to lie comfortably.

"Master, why is this pain different. It doesn't actually hurt as much as a whipping, but I don't feel able to take it, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, I do. I think there might be more than one type of pain. Think of a long distance runner. He gets a stitch in his side and is able to run through the pain. But if he twists his ankle, it's entirely different, stopping him in his tracks. It may be that the whippings are like the stitch. It hurts, but you can submit past and through that pain, even use it as a motivation."




Valerie Ch. 04



"I've never thought about that. I did read somewhere that the actual sensations of orgasm were more like pain than like other pleasurable feelings."

A short man in denim, walked up. "So, Charles, what did we do this time?" The smile on his face belied the stern tone of his voice.

"She was in a partially suspended forward hogtie, using a spreader and binding gloves. She had an orgasm and noticed a pain in her shoulder after coming down."

Victor expertly probed her shoulder, asking all those EMT questions about when it hurts and doesn't. She noticed that she felt little embarrassment at the discussion about her being bound and having an orgasm. Victor seemed oblivious to the small red marks on her skin from all the crop blows. He had obviously seen other injured subs and was used to ignoring the unimportant marks.

"Thankfully it's not dislocated. I'd say it's just a sprain. She'll have to avoid any pressure on the shoulder for several days. Definitely no restraints that would pull on the shoulder. I wouldn't even tie her spread on a bed. Anything that immobilizes the arm without pulling on the shoulder would be just fine. If the pain is too unpleasant, apply some icy hot." Looking directly at Valerie, he got even sterner, "Young lady, remember this. Never use any kind of pain killer just before or during play. I've seen a broken bone go unnoticed because the sub took aspirin for a headache. The endorphins you release during play make it easy enough to miss the pain of an injury, adding any pain killer to the mix could be disastrous. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"No, I'm not your Master. I don't play these games and have no wish to be included in any way. I'm only here to keep things as safe as possible. If Charles wasn't my friend, I wouldn't be here. I think you're all a little daft to be subjecting yourself to serious injury, but being daft is not a crime nor a psychosis, it's just daft."

As the stern man went off, Charles chuckled and commented, "Victor has strong opinions, no compunction about expressing them, and lacks tact, but he is a good friend and genuinely cares about the health of the household. Having him around is much superior to having to call the paramedics or take a trip to the ER and explain just how all these marks came to be and why we're only treating the sprained ankle. Just remember to not call him Master and you'll do fine."

Scratching his chin with his hand, Charles thought about what to do next. The injury rules out most of his original plans. Making a decision, he instructed Valerie to get off the table and stand by the whipping post. He went to the instrument table, returning the items they had used to the cleaning bin and retrieved the items he would need for the next thing on the new agenda, putting them in a box for easy transport.

Joining Val, her pulled out the first item. It was a wide belly strap. Wrapped around her middle, it extended from her waist up to just under her rib cage. He pulled the straps tight, but not enough to cause any pressure. There were numerous hooks and rings attached to the leather device. Then he put her into what can only be described as a matching pair of hot pants. They fit very tight and took some significant effort on both their parts to get them all the way on. Valerie's hips felt well squished and she noticed that on the inside, a strip of the fuzzy half of Velcro covered her pussy and clit. When ever she moved, the stuff stimulated her.

"Just walking in this could give me an orgasm," she thought.

Once on, Charles fastened a dozen leather straps between rings on the belly band and the hot pants. By the time he had finished, her waist had been effectively immobilized by the tension between straps on opposite sides. Then he fitted cuffs just above her elbows, fastening them to the belly band and her wrists to the sides of the shorts. Valerie wriggled and discovered that she could move her arms a little, but nowhere near enough to do anything. Her waist had practically no movement ability, yet her ability to walk was unimpaired, at least until that blasted piece of Velcro sent her body into a frenzy.

Not done yet, a leather bra (?) came out with stiff cone shaped cups. It was pulled tightly over her breasts, the straps running under her arms and cinching tight. The inside was smooth, allowing her breasts to slip into the cones. The cups had two small holes at the ends, about an inch across. Each time her breasts settled in, Charles cinched another notch in the strap, forcing her tits even farther in. Her nipples and areola poked through the holes, bulging a little. Even without their being touched, Valerie could tell that they would be very sensitive.

Turning to her legs, a short leather strap, just two feet long was attached between her ankle cuffs. New cuffs were strapped about her legs, just above the knees, with a one foot long strap between them. Another half dozen straps were used to connect the pants and knee cuffs, limiting her ability to swing her hips by a significant amount. Finally, he attached the leash to her collar and announced, "We're going for a walk."

She said, "Yes, Master," but thought, "How in the world am I going to get anywhere like this?"

The leash tugged at her throat and she started forward. She discovered that the straps between her knees and pants did not prevent her from walking, but constantly pulled on the pants in a way that maximized the contact between the Velcro and her cunt. What limited her walking was never being able to take steps longer than two feet and that her knees could not separate by more that a foot. The more she spread her legs for balance, the less distance she could cover in a step. She couldn't find a happy medium.

Then they reached the stairs. Each step up pressed the Velcro against her clit while it also moved back and forth. Waves of pleasure poured through her with every stroke of her clit, drawing a constant moaning from her throat. The slick inside to the bra became tacky as her sweat hit it, causing each step to pull at her breasts like a rough pair of hands. Her nipples ached for attention, but they were ignored by all she wore, sticking out into the open air through the holes.

Halfway up she called out, "Master, catch me!" as an orgasm washed over her, knocking her over. Charles caught her and held her as her body shuddered in pleasure. When it had passed, he stood her back up and started walking her up the rest of the stairs. Two more orgasms were set off before they reached the first floor, each one more powerful that the previous. Her clit and pussy were hypersensitive, tingling with each caress from the pants. Her nipples ached, untouched and desperate.

He led her to the lounge, sitting himself in an easy chair. "Valerie, use your mouth on my cock, suck me off until I cum and be sure you swallow every drop."

Taken aback, Valerie realized that he had not taken his pants off, or even opened his zipper. She cautiously moved forward, trying to kneel in front of him. That accomplished, she stared at his crotch, the imposing button on his pants, the zipper hidden under a flap of fabric. "Master, would you get your cock out so I can?"

"No. You're to please me, not the other way around. Now get my cock out and get me off. And be quick about it."

She tried to unbutton him with her mouth, but the waist of his pants was too tight. Nosing under the fabric, she tried to grab the zipper with her teeth, needing four tries to do it. Grateful to see he was wearing loose boxers, she used her tongue to pry the fly open. Carefully, to avoid accidentally biting him, she pulled the sides of the fly over the teeth of the zipper, protecting his member from pinching. Taking his cock head in her mouth, she gently pulled him out of the shorts and pants.

"Stop," he said.

Frightened, she looked up; worried she had done something wrong.

Holding up two clamps, each with four weights on them, he attached them to her nipples. The pain was horrible. She cried out in agony as her engorged nipples were crushed mercilessly. "Please, Master, take them off. It hurts so much."

"They will come off only after I've cum and you've eaten every drop. If you spill some and can't reach it, they will stay on until you convince someone to get the spill to your mouth."

Looking at his cock for a second, she leaned forward and engulfed him in her mouth. She used every trick she had learned from 15 years of cocksucking. She swirled her tongue around his head created a vacuum in her mouth and took him all the way down her throat. Every movement designed to give her Master pleasure, brought renewed pain to her tits. She could not help but moan in pain, incorporating the vibrations of her moans into her rhythm. She heard Charles groaning as her attempts were successful.

When she felt his cock start to throb, she pulled back, keeping only the head in her mouth, her lips pressed tight. She did not want to repeat the mistake of that first blowjob where her mouth, full of cock, was unable to hold his cum. He cried out and pulsed load after load into her mouth, flooding her with his slimy fluids. Valerie sucked and swallowed for all she was worth, managing to keep up with his flow. She wondered how long he had gone without cumming to produce so much.

When his flow stopped, she took him back in and milked his cock with her lips, pulling every last drop of semen out of him. Then, acting on impulse, she leaned over, sliding back since her waist wouldn't bend well and kissed his shoes, saying, "Thank you, Master, for letting me suck your cock. I love pleasing you."

He lifted her back up, saying, "Very good. You have pleased your Master." She tensed in anticipation of the pain when he removed the clamps. Even so prepared, she cried out as the blood rushed back into those hyper-sensitive organs.

She added a "Thank you, Master. How may I please you next?"

"I want you to go to bed and take a nap. You have a long night ahead of you and will need all the strength you can muster. Let's free you up a little."

He removed the squeeze bra and the straps between her pants and knee cuffs, leaving the belly band, hot pants, the straps between them and hobble straps. He freed her right arm but the left remained hooked to her side. He told her, "This will help keep the shoulder immobilized. We don't need it injured further. Now get up to bed. Someone will wake you up when it is time to eat dinner and play."

Valerie stood up and moved towards the stairs. The pants were still stimulating her clit and pussy and she doubted she would make the bed before another orgasm hit her. With the greater freedom of movement, she was able to minimize the stimulation, putting off the climax until she was at the top of the stairs. Reaching the bedroom, she lay down and fell asleep quickly, having been worn out by five orgasms and the stress of her duties through the morning and afternoon.

Thanks to Dani for the wonderful proofreading that this story was long in need of.



Valerie Ch. 05







Valerie Ch. 05



"I'm not sure. I don't think I have more pain tolerance than all of you combined. But I want to try, at least long enough to give each of you an orgasm or two."

"Good girl. Let's start."

Immediately, the vibrators in her pussy and ass came on and the device on her clit (she would later learn it was called a butterfly) buzzed as well. The combined assault catapulted her to arousal heights at light speed. She opened her mouth to cry out in ecstasy and found a pussy covering it, muffling her cry. She heard a swish and a cry from the black lady, Marcia, as she jolted on top of Val's mouth. The blows for Valerie started as well, criss crossing her body with stripes of pain. The mixture of sensations was nearly overwhelming. She had the revolt of eating a woman, the waves of pleasure radiating from her pussy and ass, and the flashes of pain erupting with every lash that landed.

Unable to see, she let her mind's eye picture the people around her, becoming aroused by the scene, pussies dripping, bodies flushing, cocks going erect and tits standing at attention, as they watched her and whipped her and Marcia. She reached out for that feeling of pleasing others and giving herself to them. Her tongue licked Marcia's pussy with abandon, taking deep swipes that started at her ass crack, delved deeply into her pussy and finished across the top of her clit. Juices flowed freely, drenching Val's face as she was unable to capture it all in her mouth. When Marcia's orgasm came, Val's face was plunged into a flood of fluid that poured out of the black woman's cunt. 

Valerie's own arousal climbed to an extreme plateau that she couldn't seem to cross. The constantly applied pain seemed to balance with the never-ending stimulation of the vibrators, poising her on the brink of orgasm for an almost endless time. But when Marcia bent over and sensuously licked her own juices off of Val's face, whispering "That was an incredible cum, you did well," Valerie went over the edge. Her mummified body shook within its wrappings and she cried out in pleasure, the blows now reinforcing the orgasm, driving it on.

They stopped briefly to alter positions and change instruments. A cock appeared at her mouth and she sucked it in as the whipping resumed. Val focused on the cock, concentrating so as not to bite it. This level of focus seemed to almost insulate her from the severity of the pain being rained down on her. Val sucked on it, creating a partial vacuum in her mouth. She caressed it with her tongue, at times literally circling it completely. With a skill born of dozens of past sexual partners craving fellatio, she had the cock erupting in her mouth in a matter of minutes. Cum poured out, spilling onto her face when she couldn't swallow it all. Milking the penis with her lips, she savored every drop of the salty fluid. As the cock was pulled out, she was aware of just how much she was in pain, crying out at the sudden flood of awareness.

Between pussy juices, sweat, and semen, her blindfold was soaked through, forcing her to keep her eyes closed beneath it. Her cries seemed to go on endlessly (though only for a couple of minutes). The blows stopped again as her body was repositioned, moving her head fully onto the table. With the pain stopped for a minute, the constant erotic stimulation was able to send her over the top again. This orgasm left her incoherent, moaning in ecstasy, writhing in pleasure. Still the vibrators pulsed on, refusing to show mercy to her over-stimulated pussy and ass. She was vaguely aware of someone crawling on top of the table with her, and them someone else. 

Something fleshy, that felt wrong, lowered itself to her face. When she did not react to it, Sally raised a hand to halt things. She bent down and asked, "Val, are you all right?" When all she got in response was an incomprehensible mumbling, she motioned for Marcia to kill the vibrators. With the vibrators off, Valerie was able to recover slightly. After a few tries, she got out "Yellow light."

"What is it honey?"

"Too much vibrator. I couldn't think straight."

"Do you want to continue?"

"Yes. But can you have them go on and off like the ones from two weeks ago?"

"Dear, these are the ones from two weeks ago. Are you sure? You might have less orgasms."

"Yes. If they stay on all the time, I'll red light shortly. If I get a break every once in a while, it might be frustrating, but I won't be overwhelmed. Also, I'm concerned that the wetness on the blindfold will leak into my eyes. Can we take it off, or replace it?"

"Sure thing. We have a water resistant one. Keep your eyes closed." The old mask was taken off and her eyes wiped off. Then a vinyl mask was put on. "Are you ready to go again?"

"Green light!"

The whips started again, bringing a cry of pain from three people at the same time, causing Val to realize that the strange flesh she had felt was a cock and pussy joined together, fucking. She attacked the combined erogenous zone with her tongue as the vibrator in her ass also started up. She mashed her face up into the crotches that were moving against each other, practically sticking her nose into the woman's asshole. She tried to wedge her tongue alongside of the cock, letting it draw her alongside and into the pussy. She held it there, wriggling around, stimulating both people at the same time.

The cries of pain that each blow against her legs or belly elicited acted as additional stimulation on the cock, sending it into orgasm after only a few minutes. She could feel each pulse from inside the penis flow past her tongue to end up somewhere inside the pussy. As the cock pulled out, she forced her tongue against it, forcing the last of his semen out the tip as it moved past her lips. The pussy dropped down onto her mouth and she went deep, searching for the cum she felt a desire to consume. Each swipe of her tongue coincided with a blow against her from one of the crops that were now striking her, letting her transmit the pain she felt into the cunt she was licking. The combined taste of semen and cunt juice was heady, almost a pleasure in and of itself. The butterfly and pussy vibrator had replaced the ass device in stimulating her, driving her arousal up again.

Val was vaguely aware that she didn't feel disgust at eating this woman and that she felt she should have, but was too lost in the moment to worry about it. The whippings didn't deter her next orgasm, causing her to cry out into the cunt she was licking, sending it into an orgasm. The onlookers stopped and watched; the sight of Val and Surmi locked in a mutual orgasm making their mouths water (as well as their pussies and cocks). 

As Surmi climbed down, Valerie felt bereft somehow, crying, "More please, can I have more please?"

Two more bodies climbed up, a pair of pussies being lowered to her mouth. Lashes struck at her body again and she could hear the two women, Sally and Debbie, crying out themselves as they too suffered under the whips. Valerie's tongue and lips could feel that Sally's pussy was still padlocked shut, depriving her of penetration. All three vibrators cut off at once, leaving the lashes as the only stimulation. Valerie raised her head as high as she could, sticking her nose into the unchained pussy and licking the other for all she was worth. She shook her head back and forth, screaming her pain into the two pussies she was attending to. She wanted to reach their clits, but they were so close together that she couldn't reach them.

She decided to concentrate on the open pussy first, reaching in with her tongue and swirling if around, letting her cries of pain from the whips resonate into Debbie's pussy. Val went back and forth from fucking Debbie with her tongue and swiping that tongue from pussy to ass. In the distance, above the sounds of her own screams and Debbie's, she could hear Sally crying in pain and desire, "Please, don't leave me, fuck my pussy, I'm begging you."

The desperation in her friend, fellow submissive and dominant's voice spurred her on, moving past the pain, creating a desperation in Valerie to please Sally that overwhelmed her. She strained up, frustrated at the bindings that kept her from her best efforts, sticking her entire face into Debbie's cunt, shaking her head and wriggling her tongue like a living vibrator. Several minutes of this assault overwhelmed Debbie, sending her over the brink into a massive orgasm. The Nordic lady fell back, only to be caught by Steven, as her orgasm consumed her.

Able to reach Sally completely, Val went at her with a gusto. She probed the locked cunt with her tongue, looking for a way in. She found it, just below the clit, too small for a cock to penetrate, but just large enough for her tongue. She dove in, letting the flat of her tongue rub against Sally's clit while her friend's pussy was penetrated for the first time in a month. Sally cried out, "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck my pussy!"

Valerie, lost in the pleasing, barely registered the lashes falling upon her. The ass vibrator and the butterfly started up again. Wanting Sally to have an immense orgasm, she stopped short, letting the beatings that she was receiving bring her down. Sally begged for orgasm, lost in the desperation, forgetting that she could order it. Valerie brought the needful woman to the edge twice; glorying in what she knew was to come. The pain of the whippings and the stimulation of the vibrators were reaching the point where Valerie was not sure she could go on. She knew she would safe word if not for Sally's need.

One last time, she dove into the locked pussy, moving in for the kill. She funneled the struggle she was having to keep going, letting the beating continue, into her efforts, energizing her tongue into a climax creating machine. She felt the first quivers of Sally's orgasm and she sucked the clit in front of her between her lips, letting her teeth just graze it, shattering any sensibility the woman had left as a mind blowing cum overwhelmed her. She fell forward on top of Valerie, pressing against her body. Sally's convulsions sent Valerie over the edge one more time, her body shaking beneath her friend's. She could hardly breathe, the feelings overwhelming her. She had reached her end, unable to take more, but could not find the breath to say what needed to be said.

A voice next to her head (she could not tell who) whispered, "Are you trying to use a safe word?" Val nodded. The whipping sopped immediately. "Red light?" the voice asked. She nodded while Sally was being lifted off of her. She felt something cold and metallic slip under the plastic. Like magic, the plastic parted and her crotch was freed. The vibrators were removed as was the blindfold. Deft hands guided the medical scissors as the plastic was cut away in short order. She shivered at the sudden cool breeze that swept across her sweat covered body. For the first time since she had been wrapped, she began to cry.

Surmi bent over her, red marks visible across her breasts, "What's wrong, love."

"I don't know. I feel overwhelmed, but I don't know by what. What's wrong with me?"

"Shhh. It's all right. You're just coming down from an incredible high. You'll be all right. Just let the stress pour out of you. You've been whipped for over an hour, as well as having been stimulated by the vibrators. It's not surprising that the sudden lack would leave you reeling. Just relax." She lifted Valerie up and hugged her close, holding her while the submissive recovered from the past hour.

Once Valerie and Sally had reclaimed their wits, the seven looked at one another, covered in perspiration, sexual fluids and red marks. No one was sure who started, but they were soon all laughing. Of course, that led to groans of pain, as the sore parts of their bodies ached anew at the violent shaking the laughter brought.

Robert looked around, regaining his composure first. "I think we could all use a good soak in the hot tub, after a hot shower." His suggestion was greeted by a chorus of agreeing voices. They led Valerie to another of the rooms she had not been in before. One end was dominated by a large hot tub, capable of holding a dozen people. The other end had a communal shower similar to a locker room. The group washed under the showers, groaning a little as the hot water aggravated the sore muscles. The initial pains subsided as the warmth loosened aching muscles.

The hot tub, with wonderfully soothing jets, drained the pain from their joints and muscles. In spite of the universal nudity, no one was much interested in sex, though Marcia gave a wonderful back rub to everyone. After a relaxing hour in the hot water, they all retired to their beds. 

Sally joined Valerie in her room, wanting to talk a bit. "Val, how are you doing? You've had a stressful day, and I'm concerned."

"I'm not sure. I've had the most wonderful time submitting to you all. Some of it has been hard. Oddly enough, the humiliations have been harder. Having to drink my dinner through a straw: I know I acted like it was okay, but it really bothered me, almost as much as realizing what it was doing to Lilly."

The memory of Lilly, in tears at the table, brought Val to tears again. She sobbed, clutching Sally tight, unable to articulate the feelings that were overwhelming her. Fear and a strange loathing had crept into her heart, tearing at her soul. Sally held her, waiting for her to be able to talk again. "My God, Sally, I made her do it again. I forced her to puree my food and I knew she didn't want to. I'm just as bad as Charles was."

"No! Don't you dare. You didn't use her, you reassured her. You let her know that it was all right. You did what any good player does when their partner shows signs of uneasiness, you reassured her that it was all right and that she could continue without fear. You effectively told her 'green light' Valerie. I'm sure she doesn't hate you."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. There's more. What else is bothering you?"

"I don't know how to explain. I've had a wonderful time, not just this weekend, but ever since I first came home with Charles and was soundly fucked by his hand. I'm changing, Sally. I don't know what it is, but I'm changing. It frightens me. Will I like what I'm becoming? Will I hate myself? And I found myself, all this week, looking forward to this weekend. I think I was so distracted that I may have missed something important at work, something that may cost the firm millions. How do you go from such incredible weekends back to your mundane jobs during the week?"

"You are changing, Valerie, becoming what your soul was always meant to be. You'll love who you're becoming, I know I do. You're becoming a truly caring person who will sacrifice herself for others. That's why you chose to feed me instead of yourself. That's why you confronted Charles over Lilly, believing that it could mean your being sent away. How could you grow to dislike such a person?"

"I guess I wouldn't. Is that what you see in me?"

"Yes. You're a caterpillar who has entered her chrysalis. What will emerge is a beautiful butterfly that will be the envy of all who see her. It's not surprising that you should feel fear. Change is a sometimes violent process, but a necessary one."

Valerie started to snicker, "A violent process. Sort of like being whipped." Her snickers turned into laughs, laughs that Sally joined in too, saying, "I suspect no butterfly had to be whipped into shape." At that, the two ladies were rolling on the bed, laughing uproariously. It went on until their sides hurt.

As they came to themselves again, Sally addressed Valerie's second and possibly more urgent concern. "Your other concern is actually the most immediate one that we should talk about altogether. If we continue the initiation like we normally do, you'll have a chance to be tied to the chair and ask questions about your concerns. We all have different ways of dealing with what I call re-entry shock. So I don't want to deal with that ahead of time. But maybe I can help with your other problem. My day job, so to speak, is disaster analysis. Talk me through your problem and maybe I can see something you've missed."

Valerie told her about the assignment. The accusation of breach of contract, the fact that the original contact person was fired shortly after the job, how a addendum was added after the fact with the signature of someone who was 1200 miles away at the time it was signed, that the added section contained language that no one would ever agree with. Sally listened carefully, falling into analytical mode. When Val finished, she had questions of her own.

"This Brad character, how much do you know about him?"

"Personally, not much. I suppose he has a file in personnel. Do you think he had anything to do with it?"

"The signature speaks to an inside job. It's easy enough to include a blank sheet in a pile of papers to be signed. Managers are very dependent on their subordinates. They don't have time to look at everything, so they trust their people. But for that to happen, someone your president trusted had to be in on it, obtaining the signature in advance of the section being written. After that, child's play. This Brad is the most likely culprit. The only person with more access to the president's signature will be his secretary. Unless she's new, that's unlikely."

"She's been with him for 20 years. She compliments him perfectly."

"So you need to check out Brad, both past and present. See if he has any ties to the client company. If so, you'll need to prove he engineered the whole thing. It won't be easy, but you might be able to bluff the company into backing off."

"Amazing. You went from player to professional like you threw a switch. I don't know if I can ever do that."

"You may not need to. Your coping method may be different. Is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"Talk, no. It may seem strange coming from me, but I want you. It doesn't scare me much, at least not with you. Will you make love to me?"

To answer, Sally leaned forward, grasping Valerie in her arms and gently kissed her on the lips. She started with light kisses, almost non-sexual. "Let me show you what lesbian love is like between equals; no domination or submission."

"Yes, I want to know, even if it's only this once."

Holding Val's back with one hand, she caressed her belly and face with the other, murmuring how beautiful her skin was and how soft. She kissed again, her tongue gently probing against puckered lips until they eased open, accepting the loving intruder. Valerie, unsure of herself, afraid of her possible reaction, kept herself limp, responding to advances, but not initiating.

"Relax, dear. Let me make love to you. When you're ready, you can make love to me. If it's too much, just say so. I won't be hurt," Sally whispered as she lay Val down on the bed. She rubbed her hands along the straight woman's legs, admiring the marks on the smooth skin with her hands. "Val, you're so lovely, and you're skin is so soft and enticing." She slid down to the end of the bed, caressing Valerie's feet with just enough pressure to not tickle.

Val stretched out, instinctively making as much of her body available to her lover as she could. She felt warmth and wetness on her toes, realizing that Sally was sucking each one in turn, giving them a sensuous, though short, blowjob. Val had no idea that her toes could feel this sexy. With each toe properly worshipped, Sally slowly kissed her way up Valerie's left leg, seemingly planting a moist kiss on every square inch. Once she reached the hips, she crossed over and kissed her way down the right leg.

Valerie couldn't believe how hot she was. Sally had not touched a single erogenous zone, yet Val's skin was flushed with erect nipples and a moistening pussy. Sally could smell the aroma of love juice and smiled. She adjusted her position and began to lick the perspiration off of Val's tummy, leaving her saliva in its place with long slow licks. Moving up, she avoided the breasts themselves, kissing her way up the cleavage to Valerie's neck. Small kisses were planted there before she moved back up to Valerie's face, once again kissing her full on the lips.




Valerie Ch. 05



This time, Val responded with greater passion. Her tongue entering into a dance with Sally's. Over and over they kissed, each seemingly unable to get enough of the other to survive. In between, Sally would ask, "Do you want more? Are you ready for more?" to which Val would answer, "Yes, please. Make love to me, make me your lover."

Sally descended again, this time taking Val's left breast into her mouth, letting her hands roam close to, but not at her pussy. Val responded by bringing her own hands up to Sally's back, caressing it in encouragement. Sally playfully nibbled at the nipple, drawing a cry from Val, "Yes, oh God, yes. Don't stop, please don't stop." Sally didn't, pausing only long enough to switch to the other breast, worshipping it with equal reverence.

Sally went back and forth between Valerie's breasts, caressing her belly and legs, but avoiding the cunt. Val was soaking now, her pussy aching for attention. Her musk filled the air with a heady aroma that Sally would breathe in deeply. In spite of her own desire to start there in earnest, she waited for what she knew was coming.

"Oh, Sally. My pussy, please make love to my pussy. It's so lonely."

As the request came, Sally's hand brushed lightly over the slick lips, coating her hand with Val's juices. Leaning up on one elbow beside her, Sally sensuously licked the juices from her hand. As she went for more, she asked, "Would you like to taste yourself?"

"Yes, let me clean your hand, let me make love to it."

Sally shoved her fingers deep into Val's cunt, drenching herself and causing a cry and an arch from the aroused woman. She brought the hand shaped lollipop up to Val's mouth, letting her suck in a single finger at a time. Three times, the hand returned to the nectar pot to be cleaned each time by a lovingly greedy mouth. On the forth trip, Sally swiped at her own locked cunt, bringing back her own juices for Val to suck on.

As she licked, she whispered, "Oh, this is you isn't it?"

"Yes, love, how do I taste?"

"Oh God, it's so wonderful. Can I have more?"

"No, there's time for that later. I want more of you. Can I have more of you?"

"Yes! Yes! Please, take me."

Sally bent down and licked the outer areas of Valerie's pussy, not even on the lips, cleaning up every bit of fluid she could find. Val was moaning and begging, "Please eat me, I have to have it." Not one to keep a lover waiting, she gave Val's outer lips light swabs with her tongue, causing the intensely aroused woman to writhe and beg for more. Slowly, driving Val mad with lust, she moved closer to the center of Valerie's need. When Sally finally penetrated Val's lips, she cried out incoherently with joy.

Val's hands came down, not wanting to let this glorious woman stop, holding her in place. Sally loved the feeling of hands holding her in a pussy and responded with abandon; sticking her tongue in as far as she could, smearing her face with the lady's juice. Val couldn't hold still, writhing in ecstasy as Sally licked her like she was a source of life itself. She could tell that her victim/lover was on the verge of cumming and brought her tongue out and flicked Val's clit. She shrieked and thrashed, on the verge of an orgasm. The feeling of Sally's fingers simultaneously penetrating her pussy and ass sent her over the edge. Her legs clenched Sally's head and her body stiffened for an instant before convulsing in a climax.

As Valerie came down, Sally gently licked at her outer pussy lips as they slowly ceased to quiver. Once things had settled, she crawled back up to where Valerie's head was and kissed her on the lips again. Val responded almost dreamily, licking her own taste off her lovers face. She found her hands wandering down to Sally's crotch and the soaked pussy that was filling the room with a similar, though different aroma. Val caressed Sally's pussy, feeling like it was the most natural thing in the world. She whispered, "Can I make love to your pussy?"

"Dear, if you think you're ready, I'd love to have you down there."

Val rolled Sally onto her back and turned towards the fragrant cunt waiting for her. What Val lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm. Not used to anything but what she had experienced in scenes, she went at the pussy with gusto; with none of the loving teasing that Sally had shown her. Sally was aroused enough, that she didn't care about the subtleties. Val stuck her entire face into Sally's cunt, licking for all she was worth, probing as deeply into the delicious pussy before her as the locked rings allowed. Sally moaned with abandon, reveling in the attention she had not expected to get tonight. She kept her hands away from Val's head, not wanting to scare her and let the woman find her own way in her first voluntary sexual experience with a woman.

They say that enthusiasm can make up for a lack of skill, and in this case it was true. Whether it was deep probes into the depths of her cunt or long swipes of tongue from ass to clit, the straight woman brought her lover to an incredible orgasm, riding her pussy until Sally's legs unclenched, freeing Val's head. She crawled back up, and kissed Sally, smearing both their faces with Sally herself. Then they lay in one another's arms, lightly brushing faces and hair, basking in feelings that one of them was familiar with and the other was just learning of.

"Oh my, God! Is it always like that?"

"No, actually, sometimes it's even better. No matter how good the oral sex is, sometimes you miss that filled up feeling of a cock. Imagine being fucked by a cock that never goes limp and that can ride you through orgasm after orgasm."

"Oh, that does sound wonderful. Maybe you can introduce me to this miracle worker sometime."

"I think that can be arranged," Sally said with a smile. "I'm afraid we're going to have to get to sleep. We have to be at breakfast in eight hours."

Val looked over and saw that it was 1:00 am. "Do you have to go?"

"I'm afraid so. I'm locked up because I slept the night with Surmi without permission."

"Why wasn't Surmi punished?"

"She was, just not in the same way. Her contract allows for incredibly severe whippings as punishment. If Master allowed it, I think she would take a bull whipping as a punishment."

Val cringed at the thought, then kissed Sally good night and then rolled over in the bed to sleep.

********

A voice, together with a gentle pressure on her shoulder woke her up, "Lady Valerie. Wake up, Lady Valerie."

Valerie opened her eyes to see Lilly standing over her with a nervous expression on her face. "Good morning. Is it time to get up?"

The young lady blushed a little, "No, not really. I was hoping you'd be willing to talk with me for a little bit."

Imagining all sorts of things Lilly might want to say and ask, Val smiled, "Of course I can talk. I suspect that you're bursting with questions. I have a couple first though. Is it all right when I call you Mistress, or would you prefer I did not?"

Lilly's eyes filled with tears, "Please, not Mistress. It makes me feel dirty, like I'm one of the people who hurt you all the time."

Smiling, "Lilly it is then. Does my nakedness bother you?"

"No Lady, you're very pretty, though seeing you like this scares me."

"Scares you? What are you frightened of?"

Unable to hold back, Lilly started crying, "That they'll hurt you really bad or even kill you. I'm so afraid that I wouldn't help you because I'm so afraid, so cowardly."

Val reached out and embraced the frightened girl, shocked that anyone would think such things. But as she held Lilly, it dawned on her just how things must look from the viewpoint of a 20-year-old girl with no real experience in the world. "Lilly. I promise you. No one's going to kill me or even truly hurt me. I'm here because I want to be here. The things that are done to me are done because I want to allow them to happen."

"But…but…My grans, she always told us about the Stasi, evil men who pleasured themselves by hurting others. She warned us to never let ourselves fall into their hands, that they existed everywhere, even here in America. They just weren't in power here."

Your grandmother was from East Germany?" A nod. "She was right you know. Cruel people like the secret police do exist everywhere. But Charles isn't one of those people. He's a caring person who just has blind spots, things he doesn't see. Every mark you see on me, every thing you've seen done to me, I made a choice to let it happen. In fact, some things I asked to have happen."

The girl looked up, confusion, and a little disgust, evident on her face. Valerie was a little hurt by the disgust, but understood where it came from. She gave Lilly enough time to ask the question she knew was there. "Why? Why would you let someone treat you like dirt and beat you with whips?"

Valerie took a deep breath, knowing that explaining to Lilly would be different and more important than explaining to Charles and the others. The others had a similar frame of reference. She imagined that Christian missionaries had a similarly hard job explaining the idea of one God to a polytheistic tribe who only thought how poor we must be to have so few Gods. She started with an honest admission.

"Sometimes I don't really understand it myself. I don't like being whipped or being forced to eat my dinner through a straw. It is, however, incredibly powerful to be able to trust someone so much that I can put myself in their hands, totally at their mercy, and not fear that they'll abuse that trust. I think we all, from the time we are born, have that level of trust. Little babies trust their parents to provide and protect them 100 percent. It's only as we grow older that we learn that some people, sometimes even those we love, can be unreliable, that we can't trust them. So we develop ways to decide who to trust and how much. And we can function that way quite healthily." 

As Val talked, she realized that things she knew without knowing she knew were gelling in her mind. Like a teacher learning her material better by having to explain it, she was coming to terms with the why in her own mind. "But imagine being able to trust someone so much, that you'd do anything they ask, because you know that they'll not ask anything of you that's too much. Ideally, that's what happens when two people marry, they commit to one another that they'll be that trustworthy, that they would die rather than see the other hurt by their own actions. That's why I'm here this weekend, letting Charles, Sally and the others tie me up, beat me with whips, drive me crazy with orgasms I can't have, and force me to do humiliating things. I've found someone I can trust that much, and the feelings when I give in and let whatever happens occur, is incredible, powerful, and erotic."

"But, what if they make a mistake? I saw Victor go downstairs. He only does that when someone is really hurt and needs medical attention."

"Sometimes mistakes and accidents happen. I pulled my shoulder when I had a really powerful orgasm. Charles didn't hurt me on purpose, and he wishes it hadn't happened. He's given me special words and actions I can use to let him know that something is wrong and I need to stop. That's part of the trust. He lets me decide when to stop if I need to. I've used those words and he's never failed to stop right away. I can even use the words to stop things that I let happen at another time. My ability to let things happen changes from day to day and we all respect that."

"What about other people? Will you let them hurt you as well?"

"No. Not just anyone. It has to be someone I have reason to trust. Even then, I might very well have firmer limits to what I allow. But someone off the street, they don't get that trust, not on a whim. Don't get me wrong, mistakes can happen. I did research on this lifestyle before I came here this weekend. There have been horrible cases of people who chose to trust the wrong people, because they were careless or deceived by evil men. They ended up severely hurt or worse. What I allow here in this house, with Charles and his friends, is no small thing. I trust Charles because he insisted I research him. I found someone I know whose judgment I trust, who let me know that I could trust him. Because I trust Charles, I will trust those he includes in our games. "

She reached out and lifted Lilly's chin up so she was looking into her eyes. "And Lilly, I trust you. If you were interested, I'd let you tie me up and have your way with me. I also know that that makes you uncomfortable. So I'd never ask you to do anything like that. Just like I'll never call you Mistress, because it makes you feel dirty, I'll never ask you to dominate me in the slightest. You see, dominants have to trust us submissives as much as the other way around. Charles trusts me to stop him before he goes too far. He trusts me to not ask him for more than he is willing to give out. And you can trust me to not draw you into a lifestyle that disgusts you."

"Why? Why do you trust me? I'm not worthy of that trust."

"Yes you are. You're a young girl who showed me compassion when I was forced to do something extremely humiliating. You were sorry. You would've said no if you had thought you could've. That's why I trust you. Because you don't want to hurt me."

Tears were running down Lilly's face. "It's likely, she has never had that level of trust bestowed on her before," Val thought to herself. She gave the girl time to absorb such a large shock. After a few minutes, the tears stopped. Lilly looked up, a question in her eyes, but also a reluctance to ask.

"You can ask me anything. The worst that'll happen is that I'll decline to answer."

"Can I touch…them?" she asked timidly, pointing at the red marks covering Val's body.

"Of course you can." Valerie spread her arms out, giving Lilly access to as many of the stripes as she could.

Lilly gingerly reached out and touched a red mark on Valerie's belly. It felt no different from the rest of her flesh, aside from being a little warmer. She started to move her hands upward and hesitated. Val nodded encouragingly and she touched the stripes across her breasts. Did they hurt much when it happened?"

"Oh yes, I was screaming in pain."

"And you still let it happen?"

"Yes. I trusted Sally to not truly injure me. I knew she wanted to whip me and I chose to let her."

"Lady Sally did this?"

"Oh yes. She can be quite effective with a whip. She took me to the edge of my limits Friday night. You know we ended up in each other's arms laughing?"

"You laughed at being whipped?" Lilly asked incredulously.

"No, not at the whipping. I was bawling my head off at the pain. Later, I made a joke about using my safe word and we both broke up laughing."

"What… what…"

"What made me use my safe word?"

"Yes."

Val smiled. "I'm straight. In fact, lesbian sex bothers me a lot. I also enjoy being forced to do things, or submit to things that bother me. Sally was giving me oral sex, driving me crazy with lust and disgust at the same time and it got to be too much. I said, 'red light,' and she stopped, just like that. Even though she desperately wanted to continue, she stopped for my sake."

"You didn't stop her when she was whipping you so hard you cried, but you did stop her when she was giving you really great head. I don't get it."

"To be honest, I'm not sure I get it either," Val said with a smile. "I assume that wouldn't bother you."

"Oh no, Lady Valerie. I love sex, especially when someone, anyone is eating my pussy."

"You see, we all have different limits. I have issues with sexuality with women, you have issues with BDSM. Those issues should be respected. I guess the most important word in this lifestyle I have chosen is consent. Nothing happens without consent from all those involved. In fact, I got quite mad at Charles over his forcing you to participate last night. I could tell that you hadn't consented."

"I know. Thank you for that. Last night he talked to me and told me that I would never have to do anything in the games and that if I wanted to leave, he would give me a good letter of recommendation."

"Do you want to leave?"

"I don't have anywhere else to go."

"If you did, would you quit?"

"Yes, Lady Valerie, I would. Sometimes I cry just knowing what's going on downstairs. I don't think it'll help much knowing you're okay with it. It just seems so wrong somehow. Does that make me bad, that I just can't handle it?"

"Oh, Lilly, of course not. It just makes you different. If working here makes you that uncomfortable, then we'll just have to find you an alternative. What is it you want to do with your life? You're currently in domestic service. Is that what you want long-term? Some people do."

"I've always dreamed of being a stylist, making people look pretty or handsome. But styling school is expensive. I can't afford it, neither can my folks. But they make too much for me to qualify for financial aid. I'm here because it pays enough that I can save money. But it'll take a couple more years to save up enough to go to school."

"Tell you what I'll do. I'll check with the personnel department at my company. We're usually hiring entry-level staff all the time. It's really hard work. You'll put in twelve hour days sometimes and some of the managers are true slave drivers, if you know what I mean. With a good letter from Charles, and me as a reference, you should have no trouble getting on. The pay is good too. Everything over eight hours a day is overtime, and we pay double for overtime. It's high-stress work, and fast paced, but it can have you set up for school in a year or two tops."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course. I can tell you're a hard worker, and that you need to get out of this house. I suspect you had no idea what you were agreeing to when you said that nudity and sexuality didn't bother you."

"No. I though he meant that he had orgies regularly and that we would have to serve the guests in them. I didn't know that people had sex by whipping each other."

Val looked over and saw that it was 8:00. "I've enjoyed talking with you, but I have to be ready for breakfast in an hour."

"Oh my. I have to wake the others. Bye, Lady Valerie, thank you so much for talking to me and for standing up for me." The young girl ran off breathlessly.

Valerie went in to take a shower prior to breakfast. It was easy to prepare afterwards, seeing as how she had not been given permission to wear clothes. She added her leash to her collar, looping it over her shoulder. She wanted to do something special for Charles after yesterday. What she had told Lilly was true, she trusted her Master, enough to stay with him even after the confrontation over his treatment of Lilly. That he had talked to Lilly last night and reassured her that she could leave with a good recommendation simply confirmed that trust.

She waited until just a couple minutes before nine and headed down to the dining room. As the clock struck nine, she entered the room, seeing all seven others sitting down, with Lilly serving plates of Belgian waffles. She was, again, the only undressed person in the room. Charles started to say something, but held his tongue as Valerie ignored her chair and walked over to his chair. She kneeled down beside him and, holding up the end of the leash up to him over her bowed head, said, "Master. Please accept this humble slave's service anew. I do not wish to leave you or yours. If I have displeased you, I beg that you punish me."

Charles leaned back, raising his eyebrows. He stared at her, wondering what led her to do this. In spite of her anger last night, she was telling him that she still trusted him and would put herself under him again. Leaning forward, he took the leash, saying, "Your continued service is accepted. I have no desire to see you leave either. For what do you believe you need to be punished?"




Valerie Ch. 05



"Master, I yelled at you, spoke disrespectfully and used your name without permission."

"Nothing you said was disrespectful. You helped me to become a better dominant than I was. Yelling is hardly uncalled for during service. Using my name, on the other hand was wrong. You shall be punished for that. You can be punished by either pain or humiliation. Which would you prefer?"

"Master, I prefer to not have the choice. I am your submissive, please choose my punishment yourself."

"Very well. Stand up and turn around."

When she did, he cuffed her hands behind her back and tied her hair in a ponytail. He unclipped the leash and instructed her, "Take your place. I expect you to eat a full breakfast, but you may not use your hands, nor may you be assisted by any of my other submissives."

Valerie walked to her seat and sat down. Lilly walked over and asked, "Lady Valerie, what would you like on your waffles. We have strawberries, blueberries, apples and cherries."

"I'd like the strawberries please, Lilly. Is there whipped cream as well?" She asked, not wanting to skimp on one of her favorite breakfasts simply because it would get messy.

"Yes, Lady. We also have sausage or bacon, and orange or apple juice."

"I'll take the sausage and the orange juice. Could you put the juice in a shallow bowl please?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Lilly quickly prepared Valerie's meal and left the room, unable to watch what was to come. She thought to herself, "I have to get out of here. I can't bear to watch these things. I know she said it was okay, but I can't stand it."

Back in the dining room, breakfast was eaten quickly, and in Valerie's case, very messily. By the time she was done, she had strawberries, whipped cream and orange juice stains all over her face and running down onto her chest and belly. Her eyes were covered in goo, making it impossible for her to open them without getting food in her eyes. She found herself wishing that someone would wipe her face off and feed her the rest (she really liked Belgian waffles). She listened carefully as Charles began to speak while the dishes were carried off.

"Last night, our new submissive had the temerity to confront me over my treatment of someone else, accusing me of abusing her. In that accusation, she was absolutely correct. I had begun to view my employees as tools to be used to accomplish what I wanted done. After leaving you last night, I talked with the staff and found that most of them are extremely uncomfortable around our play. With three exceptions, they all voiced a desire to leave my employ or to be excused from the house during times when we engage in scenes outside the basement. That means that on our weekend gatherings, we will have no staff to speak of, requiring us to deal with the routine chores ourselves. I see no problem with this, since, as Valerie has learned, mundane chores are simply another area of submission. 

"Now, Debbie, you'll take Valerie up and clean her off. Bring her down to the lounge when you're done and we'll conclude the exploration portion of her initiation."

Debbie took Val upstairs and washed her face off. She said nothing the whole time and led Val back downstairs to be sat in the chair again with her wrists and ankles tied in place. While she looked at all seven of them, a smile on her face, Charles started speaking again.

"We've explored your reasons for submitting and for submitting to me in particular, but there are other questions that need to be asked, both by us and by yourself. Each of us will be asking you one question that you need to answer, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating it might be. The ability to be honest with yourself and your partners is a vital component of our lifestyle. I'll start. Of all the things that we have had you do or have done to you that didn't provoke a red light safe word, which brought you closest and why didn't you safe word at it?"

Valerie thought back over the last day and a half, recalling how she felt during each session. "I would have to say that it was last night's dinner. I was close to using my safe word then. It's strange though, I didn't want to use it for myself, but for Lilly. The idea of drinking food that way was revolting, but I knew I could make myself do it. But I couldn't stand watching her in pain because of me. It felt much like when I was ordered to punish Sally. Causing pain like that, it was just too much. I didn't because I didn't know whether it was okay to use your safe word for someone else. So I tried to reassure her instead that it was okay."

"I see. I suspect that you'd be uncomfortable in any dominant setting. How about the closest you've come to using it on your own behalf."

"I don't think it has happened. Every time I was close, I safe worded. The only thing that comes close to what you're asking was Friday night when Sally was punishing me. I wanted to give her something special and I asked if she could finish the last 45 minutes by denying me orgasm the whole time. I was so terrified. I came close to safe wording within a few minutes of her starting, the horror of being taken by a woman crashing down on me. I don't know if bisexuals can understand that level of terror. I ended up not using my safe word because I saw how much Sally was enjoying herself. I wanted to please her so much, that I chose to suffer the terror rather than make her stop. By the time I did use my red word, 40 minutes later, it was because my tolerance level, which had gone up, by the way, had drastically changed and pulled back, leaving me hanging over a pit of fear with no support."

Sally piped up, "Val, I had no idea you were so close so fast. I was impressed that you asked for the thing I could do that would cause you the most distress. I'm glad you did and that it worked out. But promise me that you'll be very careful, no, extremely careful of letting your desire to please override a safe word moment."

"I promise, Mistress."

Charles turned to Marcia, "What would you like to ask Valerie."

"Dear, what have you not experienced this weekend that you would like to?"

"Oh, that's an easy one. I haven't been fucked for over two weeks. I want to be fucked, hard, fast and brutal, by everyone who can pull it off, as many times as they can keep it up."

That answer brought a chorus of laughter from everyone. Marcia leered at her, "Be careful of what you ask for, you might get it."

"Robert, you're next."

"Valerie. Do you think you have a good idea of where your limits are? And if so, can you describe them?"

"I think I know kind of where they are, but not exactly. If Friday night is any indication, I'm not sure I can know for sure. It seems like they change, in both directions. It's kind of like being a jigsaw puzzle on a table. I know I can't go off the edge of the table, but I'm not sure where my edge pieces will go, and as the person putting me together moves me around the table, that'll change. What I do know are the things I've put down as no way in the contract. I've also figured out that I can't handle giving pain and I can't stand being tied down on a medical table. The rest is either fluid or unknown."

Surmi fielded the next question. "Have you changed in any way this weekend?"

Valerie met Sally's eyes and they exchanged a smile. "Yes, probably in more ways than I can imagine. But the one that sticks out is…sex with Sally doesn't bother me any more. I think I've come to love her very deeply, so deeply that I want to express it physically. She made passionate love with me last night and I wasn't scared. I so hope that I can feel the same strength of feelings for all of you in time."

Surmi smiled, "I'm sure it will come. Sally does have that effect on people. She's extraordinarily passionate."

"Debbie, you're next."

"Have you thought of submitting 24/7 for any length of time, possibly even permanently?"

From the looks on the faces of the others, this was an unexpected question, one that upset the others. Valerie looked hard at Debbie, trying to pin a motive on her. None came, so she answered, "Yes, I have thought about long-term submission. When my night submitting to Francine ended, it was a letdown. I was so into it, I didn't want it to end. I think I'll feel the same way tonight when I'm in the cab heading home. It also frightens me. It would be such a drastic change in my life. Francine warned me that it's too soon to make, or even think about such a decision. So I've kept it on the back burner."

"As well you should." Charles replied. To Debbie, he said, "I want to see you in my office, alone, once we're finished here." The look on his face left no doubt that Debbie had some hard explaining to do.

Steven had the next question. "What part of submitting do you think holds the most danger for you?"

"Ignoring or not recognizing my limits. I so desperately want to please all of you that I've pushed past what felt like a limit. In each case, I felt like I was stretched, made more capable. I think it would be too easy to misjudge my ability to stretch. There have been a couple of times when I was so caught up that I don't think I would've noticed the limit approaching. And once, I was unable to physically get the words out when I wanted to. I'm glad you all were paying attention."

"That's a fine line that every submissive must deal with. It's part of what a good training program teaches you. We don't want you to be afraid of stretching, but we don't want you hurt by going farther than is wise."

"I guess I have the last question," Sally said. Her face turned serious as she asked, "What would you do if we asked you to never come back?"

Valerie's mouth hung open, her heart wrenching at the thought. She had no preparation for such a thought; let alone answering such a question. She knew from last night that it would devastate her to be turned away. "Are you turning me away?"

"You need to answer the question, not ask one yourself. If you could never come back here, what would you do?"

They all watched with poker faces as she wrestled with the horrifying thought. What would she do, bereft of these new friends and lovers and a new lifestyle she had come to embrace? She felt an empty hole open up in her soul, sucking in trust, stealing it away from her forever. She looked at each one with pleading eyes, desperate for some reassurance that this was only hypothetical. None was to be found.

"I don't know. I think if I was turned away for no reason, I…I…I would never be able to trust again. I would miss the sensual experiences and excitement, but without trust, I could never truly play again. Maybe with Francine, but I just don't know. It would devastate me, tear me apart. The thought frightens me. I could see myself playing, seeking the intense feelings without trust, just accepting whatever, to lose my hurt inside in the hurts outside. Please don't send me away! If I've done something wrong, punish me and let me make it up, but don't send me away."

Valerie was sobbing uncontrollably by now, the tears growing steadily with her answer. The seven came up and surrounded her, holding some part of her as Sally reassured her, "Dear slave, we're not sending you away. You just need to realize the depths to which you have changed in the last 48 hours. I asked this question because you needed the hardest slap in the face we could give you to make you truly look at yourself. There was no wrong answer, only a truthful one. Now you know how much of a submissive you really are. The very thought of having your gift rejected hurts you on a level that only a child who has been turned away by their parents can understand. If you ever leave us, it'll be because you wish to, or need to, for whatever reason. It'll be a sad day, as it was when Francine did, but it will not be a harsh day, full of regret."

"I was so…so…scared. I thought last night was the end; that Master decided he couldn't have such an insolent sub in his service. It hurt so bad. Please don't hurt me that way again."

Charles pulled her face up, "I've only expelled a submissive unwillingly once. That man ignored a safe word and was unrepentant, claiming that the submissive was lying about her limits. I don't think that's going to be an issue with you now, is it?"

"No, Master."

"Okay, we've had our questions, I'm sure that you have some as well. Ask away."

She gave them time to reach their seats again and asked what she had been thinking about since Sally wouldn't answer it last night. "I'm sure I'll think of others in time, but only one comes to mind. How do you go back to your mundane lives after the intensity of a weekend of submission and domination? My job seems so blasé in comparison to what we have here. That's why thoughts of 24/7 have crept into my mind. How do you do it?"

Robert answered first, "My solution is simple, I don't. Even in the midst of my mundane life I am in submission to someone. My arrangement with Master is that I submit to him on the weekends only. My employer is also a dominant and I submit to him during the weekdays. So I literally live in submission to someone everyday. In effect, I submit 24/7, just not to the same person each day. So I'm afraid I can't help you much. Sorry."

Steven followed, "My method sounds too simple to be true, and I'll admit I've heard of very few female submissives claim to be able to pull it off. I simply compartmentalize my life. I can turn off my submission with very little effort. It might be a guy thing, or it may simply mean that I'm not into my submission as deeply as others. I don't know many female submissives outside of scenes, so I may simply have not encountered those able to turn it off so to speak."

"Did it take you any time to learn how to turn off your submission?"

"No, I've always been able to. Some people have accused me of being a bottom instead of a submissive. It's not true, but they're among those who can't do it, so they don't understand how someone else can."

"Bottom? What's that?"

"Many people use bottom and submissive interchangeably," Charles said, "but technically, a bottom is not giving up power or control, they are simply on the receiving end of intense stimulation of whatever sort, be it painful or sexual. Submissives willingly give up control, or power, making their play as much mental as it is physical. Typically, bottoms don't accept anything they don't agree to in advance or ask for explicitly."

"I'm not sure I see the difference, but I'll take your word that there is a difference."

"Sometimes, in some people's perceptions. Let's get back to your question. Debbie?"

"One thing that helps me is to seek some of what I get out of submitting and dominating in my mundane life. I have a wonderful husband who, while he has no interest in the lifestyle, lets me submit and dominate on the weekends. His only insistence is that there is no fucking. So that's one of my stipulations, no one fucks me. But at home, I submit to him as much as he will accept. I defer to his judgment and desires in all the aspects of our household. Basically, he gets his wet dream of a wife, one who will serve him in all his desires. His just aren't as radical as Master's. In my job, I let my dominant impulses have some freedom. I'm a bit of a bitch to work for, but those who do well under me are well rewarded. And I pursue my work goals with an intensity that rivals some of the intensity here."

Surmi followed quick on her heels, "What helps me is that I allow Master to dominate me outside of the house at any time he wishes, subject to my ability to obey. So, while I'm doing ordinary stuff, I know that a phone call or E-mail may come at any time with orders that I must obey. Being on call as it were keeps the excitement of the weekends bubbling under the surface. And don't think that orders from afar are easier to obey. You have to do things in almost public areas with no safety net. For example, last Thursday, I received an E-mail from Master just as I was heading to lunch. I was ordered to have hotdogs for lunch and I could eat each one only after I had thoroughly coated it with my cunt juices. Do you know how humiliating it is to stick hotdogs up your twat before you eat them, knowing that someone may catch you at it? I practically came while I was eating. Of course I was forbidden to cum. The beast."

"Master, is that a possibility for me?"

"Yes, in fact, I was planning on it, if you'll recall your contract."

"That might help, I'm not sure how easy it'll be to obey at the office though."

"That's what makes it so exciting, you silly sub!" Surmi laughed.

Sally waited for the laughter to die down. "I'm not sure you'll want to do what I do, not just yet. I will, when things seem to get too boring, do something that I know will get me punished. For example, until this weekend, I had not had an orgasm in four weeks. That was punishment for wearing a butterfly vibrator over my clit and a dildo vibrator in my cunt to work, and having seven orgasms, in public, while at work. Not only did I have to hide my orgasms from my superiors and clients, but I was expressly disobeying Master. So the rest of the week (this was on a Monday) I had to anticipate my punishment. Master can be very strict over intentional disobedience. My pussy has been without orgasm ever since. Last night was the first orgasm since then. It's been a very frustrating, and exciting, month."

Marcia finished the answers, "In my case, there is no problem to begin with. I'm a teacher, second grade teacher to be exact. There's no way that I could describe my weekday life as mundane. I love teaching! It's exciting to get up every morning and enter that classroom ready to show 30 excited kids something new. The rush you get when you see a child read successfully with joy in his eyes, or solve a math problem for the first time, or the excitement they have when doing their own little science experiments is as great or greater than what we get on the weekends. And if you look on faculty meetings as punishment, it's all good."

"Oh, Marcia, that's so wonderful. I remember having teachers that were excited like you are. They were so cool."

"So, Valerie, have we been of any help?"

"I think so. I think the thought of unplanned and unexpected play during the week will help. And I am doing something that I really enjoy, for the most part. I have thought of another question though."

"Shoot."

"Is there anything you'd like to do with me that you've held back on for any reason?"

Several of the others laughed lightly at that. Steven turned to Marcia and said, "I told you so, pay up."

Blushing, she answered, "Downstairs."

Charles raised an eyebrow at the exchange. "This should be interesting. I assume you two had a bet of some sort?" After they nodded, he turned back towards Valerie, "I've avoided truly public play. I try to gauge your tolerance for sexual activity in public, your capacity for exhibitionism, before we go that far. I'm not talking about clubs. Think about being made to walk about the park in revealing clothes with a vibrator or two driving you towards orgasm in front of people who have no idea, theoretically, what's happening."

"Oh, God! That's sounds horrifying."

"Then why is your pussy suddenly wet when it wasn't five minutes ago?"

"Because it's also sounds incredibly exciting," she answered, head bowed and blushing.

"I think I know what we'll do for part of next weekend. Marcia?"

"Fire and ice. I want to torture you with hot and cold sensations in quick succession, like maybe waxing you on skin that has been chilled with ice. The screams that brings out of me are glorious. I want to hear yours."

"Why haven't you so far? It sounds exquisitely torturous."

"It's a ramping up thing. I don't know if you've ever been waxed before. If you can't handle waxing, waxing after ice would be out of the question."




Valerie Ch. 05



"Actually, Francine waxed me just this last week. It only got to be too much when she dripped onto my freshly shaved pussy."

"Fantastic. Shall we call it a date?" she asked with a wink.

"Date."

Sally looked into her eyes, "I want to rape all three of your holes with a strap on, fucking you until you beg for mercy and more."

Valerie swallowed hard, that edge of lesbian fear creeping up on her again, along with an incredible rush of arousal at the thought. "You'll have to force me, Mistress. I could never ask for such a thing."

"Why do you think I said rape?"

Valerie shuddered at the thought. She knew in her heart that what Sally wanted was at the edge of her limits, something she wanted to explore and was terrified of exploring at the same time. "How does she do this? I'm melting in place at the mere thought that she wants me that way. I'm straight! Yet being taken forcibly by Sally is the most exciting thing that I can think of," she thought to herself.

Charles, concern in his voice, asked, "Valerie. Are you okay?"

"Master, what Mistress Sally wants terrifies me and excites me tremendously. It's confusing. I'm straight, yet Sally having her way with me violently practically melts me into a puddle of aroused nerves, unlike anything anyone else has done or suggested. Why?"

"For some submissives, fear and disgust are incredible turn-ons. That dichotomy of wanting it and not wanting it at the same time can have that effect. We've noticed that you seem to crave three things from your submission, the knowledge that you have given great pleasure to your dominant(s), incredibly intense physical feelings and exceptionally strong feelings of humiliation and degradation. That's actually rare in female submissives. Humiliation is not a top crowd pleaser for that particular group. After all, women can get humiliation in the regular world without much trouble. You seem to thrive sexually in humiliation. For someone with such strong feelings towards woman on woman sex, being forced into it so violently that it could be called rape, would be extremely humiliating and degrading. Done to you by someone you trust, those feelings, even though they remain, become a source of arousal. I doubt that you'd find it arousing to have a strange dyke throw you down and rape you." Val blanched at that thought. "I thought not. As you pointed out yesterday, it's a consent thing. You trust me, and the rest of us, and thus, you are capable of consenting to disliked things, and hence, of arousal at the thought of a lesbian rape at our hands. I think we'll keep some of the things we've been saving a surprise. Surprises are fun."

"I can't think of any more questions right now."

"In that case, let's get ready to play. Surmi, take Valerie to see Victor and have her shoulder assessed for how much stress it can and can't stand. Debbie, you go to my office and wait for me. You have some explaining to do."

"Yes, Master," she replied, subdued as she left.

"The rest of you can go on downstairs and do some warm ups if you wish. Steven, this would be a good time to collect on your bet."

Marcia looked a little nervous, but was smiling as everyone left. Surmi untied Valerie's hands and led her outside by her leash. Victor was working in the garden, pruning some roses with intense concentration. Surmi waited for him to stand back before she spoke.

"Hello, Victor. Charles asked that you check Valerie's shoulder with respect to its ability to take stress."

"Okay." Taking his dirty gloves off, he said, "Come here, young lady." After poking and prodding in a professionally medical way, he gave his assessment. "Definitely no suspension by her arms. Horizontal stretching should be okay, but you need to make sure that the shoulder isn't in any pain at all if they tie you down. And absolutely no violent motions while the shoulder is stretched. Yes, that means no orgasms ladies. Now get out of here, I've got roses to save."

"Is he always this harsh?" Valerie asked.

"Only when he has to deal with the medical aspects of submission. He's really quite nice, otherwise. You can tell he doesn't approve of the lifestyle, but rarely lets that out directly. He just acts the curmudgeon. If every vanilla person out there was like Victor, life would be a lot easier with a lot less hiding who we are. Unfortunately, there are enough people out there that think either that we need to be cured or that submitting means we can be raped with impunity, that we tend to be very secretive on an individual basis. Let's get downstairs. I think Charles has something particularly wicked in store for you today."

The pair beat Charles and Debbie down and was able to see the others warming up, as it were. From the look of things, the bet had been for a waxing. Marcia was strapped down tightly to a table, spread eagle, and was a quarter covered in hardening wax. A soft moan could be heard as each drop fell onto her body. Robert was fondling Sally, whose hands were suspended above her, stretching her to her toes, while a gag filled her mouth. Robert stopped while they watched, sending Sally into violent struggles as she sought to reach the withdrawing hand.

"So, little one. Would you like to play?"

"Yes, Mistress. What did you have in mind?"

"A little game we call Immobility. I'm going to whip you ten strokes, but you'll not be restrained in any way. You are to count them and ask me for the next each time. However, if you lift your feet for any reason on a stroke, attempt to cover yourself, or forget to count and ask; we will restart at one. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Surmi led Val to the whipping post, but left her untied. Retrieving a cat and a crop from the whip wall, she returned and stood behind Valerie. "Are you ready?"

"Zero. Mistress, may I have another?"

The swish of the cat's lashes sounded an instant before it struck, sending fire through her legs. Unable to control herself, Val skipped in place, saying "One. Mistress, may I have another?"

"I'm afraid you moved. We'll have to start over."

The crop descended this time, impacting her ass. This time Valerie had steeled herself, leaving her feet planted firmly. "One! Mistress, may I have another?"

Valerie was finding that the act of counting and asking for the next stroke was more humiliating than she had expected. The intensity of feelings was on par with when she asked Sally to deny her orgasms for 45 solid minutes. Even more, she found that she truly did want the next stroke.

Slap! Surmi's hand hit her ass, hard. The force propelled her forward, her left foot taking a step. "Two! Mistress, may I have another?"

"Start over at one."

The cat landed across her back. "Ow! One! Mistress, may I have another?"

The cat hit her legs. "Two! Mistress, may I have another?" Tears of pain were forming in her eyes as Surmi was slowly ramping up the force she was using. "If this keeps up," Val thought, "I'll be unable to talk before long."

The crop struck below her knees. "Three! Mistress, may I have another?"

Surmi wandered to in front of Valerie, eyeing her chest. Holding the lashes on the cat, she bent the handle as she pulled back. Letting go, the lashed flew towards Val's breasts, leaving a plethora of red marks when it struck. "Four! Ohhhh…Gasp! Four! Mistress, may I have another?"

Valerie could see a look in Surmi's eyes she had not seen before, one of envy. It hit Val that Surmi wanted to be in Valerie's place and that this was a vicarious substitute. Saddened that she couldn't give the girl what she really wanted, she resolved to make what she could give the best. The cat struck again, in the same place, from a more bent release position, inflicting even more pain.

"Five! Mistress, may I have another?" Valerie was sobbing in pain, the words getting out between gasps.

Her tormentor switched to the crop, bending it back and taking aim at her right nipple. Release! Swat! "Owwww. Six! Oh God! Mistress, may I have another?!"

Back went the crop, taking aim at the left nipple. Impact. Fire. "Oh, Please! Owwwww. Seven! Mistress, may I have another!?"

Surmi moved back behind her, making Val wait, knowing that she hated the waiting. 60 seconds passed. Valerie was still sobbing, her fear rising as the waiting continued. Taking a chance, she said, "Mistress, may I have another?"

Slap! Surmi's hand hit, hard, lifting Val up to her toes. Wild hand waving kept her from leaving the ground. As she settled back on her heels, she screamed, "Eight! Mistress, may I have another?"

The cat hit again. "Nine! Mistress, may I have another?"

Valerie steeled herself for what she was planning to do. Surmi walked back in front of Val, the crop out. She bent down to her knees, pulled the tip of the crop back and took aim at Val's clit. Val took a sharp breath and when the crop hit, she screamed loud and long, deliberately took a step back and cried out, "Ten! Mistress, may I have another?"

"I'm afraid you moved. We'll have to start over at one."

Valerie knew she had done it deliberately, but she still dreaded ten more strokes at the hands of someone who knew how to make each one a long drawn out moment of suffering. "Oh God, no. Please, Mistress, have mercy."

"But why should I? You did break the rules."

"I'll do anything, please, Mistress."

"No, you're going to get ten more. But I'll give you a choice. Ten more as part of the game or ten more directly on your pussy that aren't part of the game."

When Val heard the word choice, she looked Surmi in the eye, trying to gauge which Surmi herself would prefer. Surmi's eyes glistened as she mentioned ten directly to the pussy, her breath holding in anticipation. Val remembered how badly the fly swatter had hurt and how agonizing the one she had taken to her pussy was. She dreaded the thought, but had the feeling that Surmi wanted those ten pussy strokes to be asked for. In the end, she decided that knowing when the end was would be worth it.

"Mistress, may I please have ten strokes on my pussy with the crop?" 

Fear oozed out of her pores, flowing over Surmi like a sweet perfume. Surmi took Val's head and kissed her deeply, saying "You're a good little slave. You've pleased me very much. I wish you could stand to return this to me."

"Me too, Mistress."

Stepping back, she announced, "You don't have to count. Just take it and scream as much as you need. Lean back against the post, it will help you stay up."

Val turned and leaned against the whipping post. She saw that Charles had returned with Debbie. He was watching her closely, back enough to not intrude. Debbie had a full hood on, with blinds and gag in place, her arms locked in an arm binder, forcing her arms together from palms to just above her elbows. Her clothes had been removed and she was walking, barely, in seven inch stiletto heels.

Surmi bent down again and readied her crop. She spaced the blows to the extremely wet and sensitive pussy six to seven seconds apart. Val would discover that such spacing made the pain seem worse, as she would just start to recover from one stroke when the next one hit. Nine times the crop struck, pulling anguished wails from her throat. Tears flowed freely and constant sobs wracked her body. She felt like molten lead had been poured on her pussy lips, that they had been set afire and left to burn. She had locked her knees to keep from falling down in spite of the support of the post.

"Valerie, I want you to reach down and pull your lips apart so I can see the inside of your pussy and your clit. Can you do that for me?"

Val's hands seemed to move of their own accord. Her voice was pleading through the sobs, "No. Please don't. I can't take it. Please don't whip my clit."

In spite of her pleas, she pulled her pussy lips apart, exposing the delicate insides and her engorged clit, desperate for attention, but terrified of what was to come. Her pleas continued until Surmi put her finger to the terrified woman's lips. "Shh. It'll be over soon. I want you to close your eyes. That's good. Keep them closed until its over. Are you ready? Here it comes. On three. One…Two…Three!"

What Val could not see was that Surmi was not aiming at the exposed delicate tissues, but for Val's belly button. When Surmi yelled "Three!" the crop impacted that far less sensitive body part. Val felt what she expected and screamed out a long wail of terror and pain, not comprehending that her clit was safe, it had escaped that horrible crop.

"Please, no more. No more. Please, I'll do anything, no more." Val knew she was at her limits, any more strokes anywhere and she would red light. She felt Surmi's hand on her shoulder and flinched. "Red light! Red Light!"

"It's okay, dear. We've stopped. No more strokes for now. I'm so proud of you! You took more than I ever thought you could. I want to be able to match you stroke for stroke some day. Let me take you to the recovery room. Do you think you'll be up to more play in a while?"

"I think so, but no whips. I think I'm whipped out."

Charles' voice spoke out, "I don't have any whipping planned, at least not for you. Surmi, I hardly think this qualifies as a warm up."

"Master, we were playing Immobility and she stepped back on the tenth stroke, on purpose, I think."

"Val, did you do it on purpose?"

"Yes, Master."

"Why."

"I knew Surmi wanted more."

"Oh, Valerie. We're going to have to watch you on that. I suspect that you'll go farther than you should some day in an effort to please. Please be very careful of your limits. That you would red light at a soft touch to your shoulder tells me you should have invoked it earlier."

"Yes, Master, I'll be careful."

When Surmi got Val to the recovery room, she had her lie down on the couch and gently massaged sore muscles, rubbing baby oil into the marks, some of them full blown welts. Val began to unwind, feeling safe again.

"You know Val, that last blow didn't hit your clit."

"It didn't!? But I felt it."

"You felt what you expected. It's what we call a mind fuck. Build you up and then hit you with something unexpected. I actually hit your belly button."

"God, I was so scared. Master was right. I should have safe worded sooner. But I felt like you wanted more and I so desperately wanted to give you more. When you touched my shoulder, all I could feel was the lash, hitting me again, and I couldn't take it."

"I have to disagree. I think I took you right up to the edge, both physically and mentally. You went red light at just the right time, for you. I've never seen the others able to take ten pussy swats. I don't know how you do it. I know you didn't like it."

"No. I can't believe I stepped back on purpose. But all I could think of was how much you wanted to be where I was and how this was a lesser pleasure for you. So I wanted to give you the absolute best."

"You did, dear, that you did."

They sat quietly for a few more minutes, until Val felt ready to face whatever was actually planned for this afternoon. Reentering the dungeon, they saw that Debbie had been suspended from the ceiling by her arms. Her heels had been taken off and she was standing on wooden blocks three feet apart. She was just high enough that if she stood on her toes, she released a little of the pressure on her arms, but then strained her legs. If she went down onto her feet, her arms took the majority of her weight. She as still gagged and held a rubber ball in her hand.

The others had finished their own warm ups. Sally was looking hot and bothered, clearly in a highly aroused state. Val suspected that she hadn't been allowed to orgasm. Her lock was off, however, allowing for penetration at some future time. The front of Marcia's body, below the neck, was completely covered in wax, including her pussy. She and Steve seemed to be having fun peeling it all off, to the accompaniment of little yelps as hair was pulled off with it.

Charles looked up at them, "Valerie, how are we feeling?"

"Sore, Master, but able to play more."

"Good. Now we have a game to play." Valerie flinched at the word game, to the amused titters of the others. "Valerie asked to be fucked, hard, fast and brutal. We'll give her what she asked for. However, she has to earn her orgasms, otherwise, she will be fucked, but denied climaxes." Picking up a small bucket, he showed Valerie and asked, "Valerie, what do you see in the bucket?"

Looking in, she took in a sharp breath. "Clothes pins, Master. Lots of clothes pins."

"Here's how the game works. We'll attach clothes pins to your body, all over. There are 100 pins in this bucket. Every ten you allow to be put on without complaint or pleas for mercy will earn you a single orgasm. If you can take all 100 on you without complaint, then you can have as many orgasms as you can reach. Once the game is over, we'll break for lunch. After lunch we'll fuck you in a variety of ways, holes and combinations for the rest of your time here today. That should come to about 5 to 6 hours of hard and raw sex. Will that satisfy your need for fucking?"

"With orgasms, yes, Master; I think I'll be satiated by 5 to 6 hours of fucking."

"Oh, I forgot to mention. You'll be bound and suspended during the fuck session. You expressed a desire to be taken, not to make love, as it were. So you'll simply be a vessel for all of us to fuck and get off on. If you happen to cum, so much the better. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master."

"One more thing. Debbie is being punished. Her reasons for asking Valerie about 24/7 were purely selfish and had nothing to do with helping Valerie discover herself. She'll stay suspended until Valerie has her first orgasm. Until then, anyone who wishes to whip her can, as much as they wish. During lunch, Herman will monitor the closed circuit camera for her safety."

One by one, they pinched skin into a clothes pin somewhere on her body. The first five were attached to her left arm, running the entire length. A matching set as put on the right. So far Val had noticed that while they hurt some, it was bearable. The next ten went on her legs, specifically her thighs. Again, it didn't seem too bad.

The next ten went to a more sensitive spot. Six on her ear lobes, one pinching the outside of each nostril. The accompanying blockage forced her to breathe partially though her mouth. Then one on each cheek, forcing her mouth to distort so she could obey the command to not let them pop off.

"Three orgasms so far," she thought, "and it's not too bad."

She knew it was too good to be true. The next batch formed a circle of nine around the outer area of her left breast. The closer spacing pulled the skin tight, enhancing the pinching pain each pin created individually. With the position of the tenth in this group so blatantly telegraphed, she was ready for the pin that was clipped directly to her nipple. Sally made sure her nipple was good and erect to maximize how much was captured. With effort, she was able to limit her reaction to a big intake of air and several rapid breaths.

The fifth batch, of course went on her right breast. Surmi started at her nipple, licking and sucking on it lazily, encouraging maximum erection of the nub. When she placed it, she pinched just the nubbin end as opposed to the entire nipple. Val managed to turn her cry of pain into a "Ohhhhhhh yes!" As the remaining nine were circled around her breast, they tried to pull the nipple taut against the pin holding it, each stretch sending a new jolt of pain through her tender tit.

With her nipples effectively clamped, Valerie tried to stay as still as possible to minimize the jerks that would send fresh pain through them. The sixth and seventh batch of ten was lined up down the sides of her torso, from one in each armpit directly to the skin just above her hips. While these were again, not so bad, time was telling on her breasts. By consensus, all six were taking their time, letting her breasts stew. It didn't help that several of them felt the need to slap her sides, presumably to loosen some flesh to put the pins on.




Valerie Ch. 05



Valerie was struggling to control her breathing. Having experienced hyperventilation once, she had no desire to repeat the experience. Her arms were getting sore, not from the pins, but from having to keep them up constantly, lest she knock the pins off. The eighth batch formed a tight circle around her belly button. This would not have been too bad if Val had not been so bloody ticklish there. She spent much energy to keep from laughing hard enough to knock pins loose. From the look on some of the faces, she guessed that tickle torture was in her future somewhere.

Valerie was beginning to think that eight earned orgasms would be quite enough, thank you. But she had reached the point where pride took over. "I'm going to take all 100. I'll bet no one's done that before. I can do it," she thought to herself. As the 81st clip was attached, she began to have doubts. It was put on, not her skin, but her pubic hair. Her recently shaved pussy hair had just reached the point where it was no longer itching, which provided just enough gripping surface to attach a clothes pin. Clamping her mouth shut, she trapped her cries of pain, transforming them into moans.

"Are you asking for mercy?" Marcia asked. Val shook her head. "Moans of pleasure?" Val nodded the little white lie. "Oh good, I'd hate to have to stop so close to the end."

Ten clips pulled the hair around her pussy. She just knew what was coming. Sure enough, Charles deftly took a flap of pussy lip and attached a clip to it. Val's moaning cries were almost constant, broken only by the need to gulp in a fresh lung full of air. Surmi and Sally were especially cruel, stroking her pussy, arousing it before they attached their clips. By the time there were four on each side of her cunt, she was breathing fast, trying desperately to stave off a cry of pain. The constant fondling of her pussy had put her near orgasm as well.

Robert held the 99th clip in front of her face. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." When she did, he clipped it onto her tongue, close to the tip, maximizing the pain. Now she could not close her mouth to trap cries of pain. Panting wildly, she looked for who had the last clip. Charles pulled it out of the bucket.

Holding it up, he asked, "Do you know where this one is going?" She nodded slowly. "If you cry out within 10 seconds of it going on your clit, it doesn't count. Understand?" She nodded again. Charles knelt down and carefully pulled her clit hood back. Val exhaled and locked her throat in readiness. Her clit was rubbed, sending her close to the edge of orgasm. Then fire shot through her clit as if it was bitten off by a vicious beast, or so it felt. She convulsed, gasping in a breath. The need to intake gave her just enough time to catch herself and hold it. She felt an orgasm rushing upon her, threatening to yank a scream out of her.

She could hear them counting down together and she focused on that. "eight…seven…six…five…four…three… two…one…scream!" And she did, from the bottom of her lungs she cried out in the combination of the pain that ravaged her body and the orgasm rolling through her. She lost her balance only to be caught by someone behind her. As her body trembled, unnoticed by her, the others began to remove the clothes pins. So awash was her body in sensation, that the pain of blood returning to deprived areas of her body went unnoticed, at least on a conscious level. Her body was aware though, and had lost the ability to distinguish between pain and pleasure, sending her orgasm on a roller coaster ride of ebb and flow as the little pains of removal accumulated and restarted a climax that thought it was done.

When Val had recovered, breathing heavily and awash in sweat and cunt juice, the pins had all been removed. Little red hickies abounded on her body, reminders of what had happened. She realized that Steven had caught her and had set her down resting on his lap. His cock was rock hard beneath her. Unable to resist, she laid on her best sultry act and asked, "Is that a salami in your pocket or are you happy to see me?"

"I take it that your ability to joke means that you've survived your ordeal?" he asked in response.

"Yeah, I think so. Oh, God did that hurt though. Remind me to not be so greedy in the future. Would someone be so kind as to fuck my brains out?"

Charles looked down at her, "I think we can arrange that. But first, we need to get you suitably attired." He held out an outfit in his hands. It looked like a corset with attachments to put legs through. Only there were no laces, so it could not be tightened like a corset. It also had small rings along the sides, no doubt for securing her arms in some way.

With help, she was able to get the thing on. The legging sections were quite wide, covering a six inch section of her thighs. They fit extremely snug. There would be no way they could slide any further up her legs than where they rested. The straps connecting the legging to the waist piece were adjustable. This part fit equally snug, zipping up in the back. When finished, her breasts and crotch were totally exposed, yet her belly and torso up to about an inch under her breasts were tightly confined, as were six inch long sections of her thighs. It wasn't uncomfortable, but there was no way that the outfit would rise up any more than it already was.

They broke for lunch, a simple meal of sandwiches and clam chowder. Everyone hurried lunch, anxious to get back to the festivities at hand. Back in the dungeon, Valerie's wrists were hooked to rings in the straps connecting the two portions of the outfit. Cuffs were added to her elbows that were in turn hooked to rings on the torso part of the suit. Taking her to the suspension ropes where Debbie was hanging, two ropes were lowered and attached, not to her torso, but to the leggings. Smaller straps connected her torso to the ropes themselves, keeping her from swinging upside down, but allowing some forward and backward play. A bondage hood was put on her with the eye pieces attached and the gag put into place. She felt a rubber ball placed into her right hand and she gripped it with all her strength.

As she felt herself lifted, she realized how ingenious the outfit was. All of her weight was resting on her thighs and hips, the very limbs that were supposed to take the weight. She could lean back just enough to give easy access to either her cunt or ass. Suspended as she was, there was very little she could do to affect whatever was to happen to her. She gripped the ball even tighter and her body reacted to the anticipation of what she knew was coming.

A hand began to caress her pussy, sliding across the slick surface of the lips teasingly. Another was rubbing her ass cheeks, probing her opening lightly. She tried to beg for fucking, but could only moan incoherently and writhe in what she hoped was a provocative manner to entice her tormentors. A dragging sound was heard and the hand on her pussy left. It came without warning, a hard cock slammed into her pussy in one sudden thrust. Not stopping, it pulled out and slammed back in over and over. She was vaguely aware of something hard at the base of the cock, but had no idea what it was.

The hard and fast thrusts were turning her on greatly and she let herself get lost in the feelings. Robert, the one fucking her, had put a cock ring on to prolong his erection and delay his orgasm. Standing on a low block, he was able to force himself into her repeatedly, slamming his crotch against hers. Every thrust pounded up against her clit, driving the woman wild with pleasure. He switched tactics, grabbing her tight and making his thrusts more vertical, almost lifting her each time. He felt her begin to cum after only ten minutes.

She was being lifted up with each of these new thrusts. As she settled from each small lift, her clit scraped against his pubic hair, sending charges of pleasure washing through her. It took very little of this before she thrashed in her first orgasm of the afternoon. Her moans were loud and impassioned. The listeners could imagine her yelling, "More! More!" Robert kept at it, over and over. She was just recovering from the first cum when her excitement started the short fast climb again. Barely able to catch her breath, a second orgasm hit her. She struggled in her bonds, desperate to react more than she could to the overload of pleasure she was experiencing.

Robert could feel he was close to cumming himself. He increased his tempo while Surmi knelt below him, ready to pull the release on the cock ring. Valerie had just come out of her last climax when Robert screamed out, signaling Surmi to pull the release. The cock ring opened up and Robert thrust in one last time, erupting deep inside Val's cunt. Holding on, he emptied several pulses of semen into her, relishing the feel of his cum mixing with her juices.

While he held on, recovering from his climax, Steven probed his finger into Val's butt, opening her up a little. He added a second finger, pushing against her instinctive resistance. Val could feel his fingers wiggling inside, a little uncomfortably. They withdrew, only to be replaced with fingers full of lube. It was worked into her deeply as Robert stepped down and let Sally up, a double headed strap on in place. Her cunt filled for the first time in a month, she was planning to revel in the power she had. 

Waiting for Steven to finish his preparations, she rubbed up against Val with the twelve-inch dildo sticking out from her. She embraced Val, standing on her toes to reach the bound head. "Do you feel that, little one? It's going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You're mine, little one. I can drive you to orgasm after orgasm or leave you hanging for hours. Sure you earned unlimited orgasms, but only if you can reach them. It's my decision, not yours. Do you want orgasms?"

Val nodded vigorously, moaning her desire as best she could. She felt Sally kissing her neck. Not the gentle kisses of a lover, but harsh, nibbling kisses of a dominant, taking what she wanted. Valerie had never felt so alive. Her body was close to climax and there was no one in her. While her neck and throat were raped by Sally's mouth, the teeth barely grazing her windpipe, Steven's fingers removed and his cock pressed up against her ass. Slowly, with unrelenting force, he pushed into her. As he forced his way in, Sally dipped her hand into Val's cunt, bringing up a mixture of Robert's cum and Val's juices. She smeared them across the mask, making sure that the aroma would be in Valerie's nose for the duration.

As Steven achieved full penetration, Sally slammed her fake cock deep into Val. The two matched a rhythm, slowly pulling in and out together so that they slammed the suspended woman between them The pace was agonizingly slow for Valerie, enough to keep her highly aroused, but not enough to send her over the edge. With no traction, she couldn't force the issue and was left to moan her frustration, begging without words for more and harder. They kept up this slow motion fucking, driving Valerie wild with passion, for 15 minutes (she would later learn that Steven's endurance was legendary). 

Sally was not as inhibited as Val. Her end of the strap on vibrated, sending her ever closer to orgasm in spite of the slow pace. At that 15 minute mark, her first orgasm hit and she grabbed onto Val, shuddering and moaning in pleasure. As she held Val in place, Steven picked up the pace and thrust faster and harder into Valerie's nether hole. While the lube was good, Steven was not small and Val became aware of how full she was in back and the growing discomfort there. The increased tempo and Sally's shuddering were what she needed, however to reach her third orgasm. Her spasms around Steven's cock were enough to throw any thoughts he had of self control out the window. His cock clenched and Val's bowels were filled with semen.

Steven pulled his shrinking cock out and stepped back, to be replaced by Marcia. With a strap on of her own, she probed Valerie's ass, finding it well lubricated and somewhat stretched. Not being gentle, she shoved hard; the massive phallus boring into the submissive's rear entrance. The brutality of the penetration brought a muffled cry of pain from her and signaled Sally to start thrusting again. The two women inside her thrust back and forth, effectively throwing Valerie between them. Sally would thrust in as Marcia pulled out and then they would reverse. The mixture of pain in her rectum and glorious filling friction in her pussy started Val on the next climb towards orgasm.

As her arousal grew, the pain in her ass faded, having loosened enough to mostly accommodate the large dildo. She felt swept along on a tidal wave of pleasure, the orgasm almost within reach when Marcia reached around her and pulled Sally close, halting both their movements. Val's muffled voice cried out, trying to beg them not to stop. Tears formed under the hood as she felt that blessed cum retreat from the lack of sensation, leaving her filled and unsatisfied. Unable to help herself, she sobbed into her gag, helpless to bring herself off. The effect was made worse by feeling Sally hit another orgasm from the constant attention of the vibrator on her end of the strap on.

The two ladies waited an agonizing five minutes, enough time for Val's excitement to descend to a mere low level arousal. Then they started again, thrusting in unison, turning the helpless woman on again. Higher and higher she rose, approaching that glorious release as her pussy sought to engulf that wondrous cock inside it and her ass, used to the mass filling it, experienced its own version of pleasure. With orgasm just seconds away, Sally clasped the three together, denying her again.

Muffled screams sounded Valerie's upset. She thrashed her head back and forth, cries of desperation echoing in the two women's ears. Sally whispered, "What will you do for a cum?" An articulate moaning responded. "Will you lick my ass?" Vigorous nods. "Will you stick your tongue all the way in, driving me to orgasm?" More vigorous nods.

Marcia then whispered her own demands, "How about me, what will you give me for an orgasm?" Her muffled pleas seemed to say, "Anything!" "Will you let me whip you for a solid hour?" Nods. "Will you take my next punishment?" Vigorous nods. "Will you tie me down and lick me to orgasm after orgasm for two hours?" More nods and pleading moans. "Very well."

With that, the two women held on to each other around Valerie's body and thrust together, pounding into Val's body over and over again. Gone were any thoughts of teasing. Gone were any thoughts of denial. All three were close to cumming and they would not be denied this time. Valerie's holes, filled for longer than she could remember them being filled before, gripped the twin phalluses in a desperate attempt to keep them inside, maximizing the sensations.

With her vibrating dildo, Sally crossed the threshold first. Her body went rigid for a second, and then she started to quiver, her pelvis shaking against Valerie's. A long loud wail of pleasure burst from her lungs and her pussy clenched repeatedly against the first solid penetration she had had for a month. Her shuddering gave Valerie the impetus she needed to climax and she groaned out as her body began to shake in her fourth orgasm of the afternoon. The climax drained her energies, causing her breath to come in ragged gasps. 

The contractions in her ass forced Marcia to push harder to keep up her thrusts, forcing the base of the strap on into her clit even harder. The added sensation drove her explosively to new heights, ending in an earth shattering cum of her own. She froze in place against Valerie, pulling Sally even tighter as quivers in her cunt radiated out into her body. Her whimpers sounded almost like cries of pain, as the sensations grew to almost be too much for her. She buried her teeth into the back of the hood, locking her jaws down to ride the wave of pleasure that washed over her like a tsunami. 

As Val slowly came down from her cum, she felt Marcia's teeth unclench from the back of her hood (grateful that those teeth had not bit into her). The young teacher leaned forward and whispered, "I'll be collecting on your debt next weekend, I hope." As both of the artificial cocks removed themselves, a sad emptiness replaced the pleasant full feeling she had felt. She could feel fluid flowing out of her cunt and ass, dripping down her legs. The aroma of sex pervaded the air, intoxicating her, driving her to want more. Moaning in desire, she made little thrusting motions with her hips.

Debbie had been taken down from her suspension and fitted with a strap on herself. She was led to Valerie's position and the cock was inserted into her cunt. Charles' voice could be heard close. "Debbie, the last phase of your punishment is to be whipped until you can fuck Valerie to another orgasm. However, for every orgasm you have, the whipping will continue until Valerie has had more than you have."

Val felt the bound woman's hands being drawn up past her head. From the way she teetered as she stood, Val could tell that she had been suspended with her feet barely touching the floor. A brief touch against her hooded face let Val know that Debbie still clutched the rubber ball, not yet safe wording. As she heard the first blow land and Debbie start to thrust, she realized that from Debbie's suspended position, she would take forever to bring Val off. Feeling sorry for her fellow submissive, Val began the thrust back as much as possible herself.

Valerie's attempts to get into a rhythm were being frustrated by the punishers' insistence at being unpredictable. But when the timing hit, their two bodies mashed together, tit to tit, waist to waist. Val could feel her arousal building, slowly but steadily. She could make out crying from Debbie, as the woman suffered in her punishment. Val wondered how close she was to her limits, having been bound and suspended for over two hours, spanked and beaten at times throughout the duration.

Debbie had been feeling like her limit was just over the horizon for the last hour. It never seemed to arrive, holding at bay, letting her absorb just a little more punishment. She had begun to despair when told she had to fuck Val to orgasm with no ability to thrust effectively. Her crying was in relief at Val's motion, giving her hope that she could pull it off. She entered that state where she was determined to please Valerie and was able to subsume her pain to that purpose. She let the blows of the whips drive her forward, meeting Valerie's thrusts whenever she could. Her own arousal was building as well, hopefully not too fast.

The two women, suspended together, thrust again and again, slowly building the pleasure in their bodies. Debbie, desperate to please Val and Val crying that she could not spin around and take some of the blows. They reached a plateau where each was close to cumming, but just could not get the stimulation needed to go over the top. This went on for 30 whole minutes before Val, frustrated and needy, started twisting her body violently, trying to create some new sensation that would be the linchpin. The twisting of the dildo in her cunt was just enough and she was thrown into convulsions as the cum that had eluded her for so long washed over her.

The twisting had a similar effect on Debbie, but she bit down into her penis gag hard, trying to stave off her cum just long enough. When Val's convulsions were transmitted down the shaft to her cunt, she lost it and cried into her gag, her body stiffening and then shaking in the throes of an orgasm that had been building for two hours. If not for the restraints, both women would have collapsed in a heap. As it was, both hung in their suspension, the rubber ball falling with a thud from Debbie's hand.




Valerie Ch. 05



Debbie was quickly dropped down and her gag removed. Valerie could make out her moans of "red light, red light" as she herself slowly recovered from her fifth orgasm. She could hear the various restraints being removed from Debbie, as the woman was gently taken from the state of submission to a state of safety. Charles' voice said, "Sally, Marcia, please take Debbie upstairs and help her clean up and dress."

There was a pause, and then Master spoke to Valerie. "You, however, are not done. I have not fucked you since that first Saturday. I intend to make up for lost time. Are you ready to be raped by your Master?" Valerie's head nodded enthusiastically. She had been wanting this all weekend. She couldn't see it, but Charles had encased his scrotum in a ball binder and put a very tight cock tie on, preventing him from orgasming until he removed them. He stepped up behind her and penetrated her ass with one cruel stroke.

He reached around her and pressed her body to his with his left hand. He thrust in and out with strong slow strokes at first while his right hand reached down and played with her pussy. It wasn't the gentle caresses of a lover, but hard thrusts of fingers in and out, a brutal hand fuck of her cunt. Valerie felt the assault on her body by this powerful man, bent on taking what he wanted from her, by force if necessary. She cried out in pleasure (as much as the gag allowed) at the assault on her cunt and ass that she had been craving for days. She reached the first of the orgasms he was to give her in a matter of minutes. Her body shuddered again under the onslaught of pleasure.

Charles did not allow a climax in his victim to slow him down; he kept up his rape of her ass and molestation of her cunt. He could hear her breathing, fast and shallow, as her body was wracked by the feelings he had created. As she came down, he brought his hand up, covered in her juices and the cum that was already in her and rubbed it under her nose. "Smell yourself! What are you?" She mumbled something in her gag. "What's that? You're a slut?" Her head nodded vigorously. "What are sluts good for?" he asked, each word timed with a thrust into her ass. She cried out incoherently, the sound reduced to moans. "That's right. Sluts are good for fucking. That's what I'm going to do, fuck you until you can't take it anymore. You will be fucked until you drop that ball, begging me to stop. Do you understand?" Her head nodded and she clutched the ball even tighter, not wanting to stop this voluntary rape anytime soon.

His hand went back down to her cunt and he shoved it back in, working it in and out with a force that drove her body to new heights. Valerie was lost in the pleasure, soaking up everything Charles had to offer her. He pulled a second, third, fourth and fifth orgasm out of her over the next hour, each one building on the heels of the previous. Valerie was struggling to draw enough air in, as her strength was sapped by the constant waves of pleasure that radiated from her Master into her. Her body was crying out to drop the ball, call it quits, but her mind and heart wanted more. She promised herself just one more, then quit while the orgasm flowed through her.

Charles could sense a slight change in her composure. He felt that she would last for maybe one more climax until he had pushed her to her limit. His hand left her cunt long enough to release the cage around his balls and the base of his cock, freeing himself for his own cum. With a renewed sense of urgency, he increased his pace, thrusting with a violence that Valerie had never encountered before. His hand groped her pussy, forcing his fingers as deep as they could reach, the thumb rubbing against her clit in a very ungentle way. 

Val soared to undreamt of heights, shocked that she could feel this much intensity and still not cum. Her breath was almost a panting, her awareness barely there. Her lungs were barely able to draw enough air in to meet the incredible demand that Charles was putting on her body. Then Charles made one last thrust, plunging and holding as his cock erupted and filled her bowels with gobs of hot cum. This was too much and she went into her final climax, her contortions starting in her belly and radiating through her. She was barely aware of Charles' own cries as his orgasm swept over him, forcing his penis to throb four or five times, each a full spurt, before subsidence began and her ass clenched over and over again, as if to milk every last drop from her.

As the last of the convulsions from her tenth orgasm of the afternoon ended, her body demanded, and got, the dropping of the rubber ball, unable to go on. She felt Charles withdraw and herself being lowered. Her bindings were released and the outfit she had been wearing removed. Working her jaw, she tried to relieve the pain of having her mouth forced open for so long. She was laid down on one of the benches normally used for binding and Surmi held her hand as she recovered. She absentmindedly felt around her cunt, bringing the leaking fluids to her mouth, savoring the tasteful remains of such wonderful sex (Surmi marveled at how she was submitting even after her time of submission was over).

When she could stand, Surmi led her upstairs and gave her a long hot bath, readying her for the drive home. The sundress she had worn was clean and hanging up, waiting for her. Assured that she could do fine on her own, Surmi left, saying, "Charles will want to see you before you go."

She lay down and relaxed some more, sad to know that the weekend was coming to a close. A knock sounded at the door and she called out, "Come in."

Lilly entered, with quite visible trepidation. "Lady Valerie? Are you all right?"

"Yes, Lilly, I'm fine. I'm just relaxing from an extremely vigorous afternoon of fun."

"Will you come back for more abuse?"

"Yes, I plan on coming back. Lilly, what's bothering you?"

The young girl broke into tears, running up and collapsing into Valerie's arms. "I can't stand that they hurt you so much! I don't understand. How can you let them?"

"Lilly, you don't know how much joy it gives me to know that you care about me so much. But, Lilly, this is who I am. I can think of no greater pleasure than to give myself to Charles and take what he has to give me. He's not abusing me; he's giving me what I want. Dear, I just had ten orgasms in one afternoon. How can I not want that?"

"But…But…those marks. They had to hurt. Do you like being hurt?"

"No. I don't like being in pain. But, to me, these are not hurts. Charles would never hurt me, not a real hurt."

"But…"

"Shhh. I'll try to explain. I noticed that you have a tongue piercing. Do you have any others that are not as visible?"

"Yes. In my naval and one on my left breast."

"Lilly, to me those are hurtful. How were you able to let someone shove a needle through you, drawing blood in the process?"

"But, it wasn't much blood. And, I wanted them. They make me, me."

"Exactly. To you, being pierced is not a hurt, it's a joy, it's being who you are. In the same way, with me and letting the others have their way with me. The whippings, being tied up, those are not hurts to me like a piercing would be. Do you understand?"

"I…I…think so. You're saying that you're different, very different, and being whipped is not wrong to you."

"Almost. I'm saying that being whipped by Charles and his friends is not wrong to me. If some guys were to kidnap me and whip me, even if it was lighter than Charles ever did, that would be a hurt, just like if someone took you and pierced your vagina lips against your will, would make that piercing wrong and hurtful."

"So you don't let just anyone beat you? You'll stand up for yourself?"

"You're damn straight I will! Pain without consent, just like piercing without consent, is hurt, and I'll never stand by and let myself or others be hurt!"

"Oh…I was so afraid that you would let the whole world hurt you. I didn't understand. I…I…still don't think I can stand to be around when you let it happen. I cried the whole time you were downstairs. Can you really get me a job?"

"Lilly, I promise, if there's a job to be had at the firm, I'll give you my strongest recommendation." Writing her office number on a piece of paper, she gave it to Lilly. "Call me tomorrow afternoon. I'll know what's up in personnel by then. Let's see if we can get you out of here before next weekend comes along. Do you know how to use office software?"

"I can use Word and Power Point. I've had some training with Excel, but it's really rusty. I've never used Access before."

Writing a new number on the sheet, Valerie said, "This is the number for a computer training service. They have a wonderful office class that'll get you up to speed on everything in the office suite. Your ability with Word and Power Point will get you hired, but promotions to good jobs will need the others. If you can't afford their tuition, let me know and I'll cover it."

"Oh, I can't take your money. You've already helped me more than I could expect."

"If you want, call it a loan that you can repay when you've earned enough from the job."

"Okay."

It wasn't till now that Valerie realized that the entire conversation had taken place with her naked. "Oh my. I think I need to get used to being dressed again."

"Uh, yeah. The cab driver might not understand. Of course, you're beautiful enough he won't complain."

"Why, thank you. That's very sweet. Though the red marks might cause him to send the police out this way. Can't have that."

Valerie slipped the dress over her head, seeing that it covered as little of her marks as it did when she arrived. Once her shoes were slipped on, she and Lilly headed downstairs. Valerie went to the lounge while Lilly headed off to take care of her regular duties.

Charles and the others were dressed in unremarkable street clothes, eating some crackers and cheese and drinking wine. She walked over and got some for herself, just realizing how hungry she was. Sitting down, she looked at Charles, "Surmi said you wanted to see me?"

"Yes. Just a few last minute details. This is Dr. Waston's number. I expect you to make an appointment by the end of the week. If you mention that you're my sub, she'll fit you in this week, most likely. Don't worry about Sue, her receptionist. While she's not a player, she knows about her boss's lifestyle and can be trusted to be discreet. I think she has her own kink and understands kinks in general. Next. Were you serious about desiring long distance submission?"

"Yes, I am. I want to see what I can make myself do when there's no one else near to make me."

"In that case, you should check your E-mail before you get dressed and leave the house every day. I'll occasionally send you instructions that way. I'll also leave them on your answering machine while you're at work, so check that immediately when you get home each night. Since you'll be submitting to me at any time I wish, you're to address me as Master or Sir at all times. When referring to me with others who don't know about your lifestyle, you're not to use my first name, only my last, with the appropriate honorific."

"Yes, Master." Master. The word sent thrills through her. Calling him Master outside of the official submission setting made it even more real.

"The first thing I'm going to order you to do is to keep your pussy shaved. Francine can help you with safe ways to accomplish it."

"Yes, Master."

"I may require you to buy equipment or toys. If they're beyond your financial resources, I'll reimburse you, but you are expected to support your lifestyle choice to some extent. I've noticed that Lilly has sought you out on a couple of occasions. Am I to assume that she has become taken with you?"

"Yes ,Master, and the feeling is mutual. She has expressed a need to get out of this environment, partly because she can't stand the thought of what happens to me. I plan on helping her get a job at the firm. I don't know if she's told you of her intentions. She may still be afraid of repercussions from a disgruntled employer if she says how she really feels."

"I see. I take it she has the usual misconceptions about what we do?"

"Yes, Master, though I hope I've cleared some of them up. She believed that I'd let anyone off the street who wanted to hurt me, do so. I made it clear that such a thing would never happen. I'm not so sure my attempt to convince her that you're not hurting me went over. She can't imagine how someone would want to be whipped. I tried to liken it to being pierced. I could never do that, yet she has piercings in multiple places. That's who she is, just as I'm your submissive."

"So she's staying where she doesn't want to be, because she's afraid of dire consequences if she does leave. I think I need to fire her, for her own sake. Of course, she'll need a generous severance package." He buzzed for Herman. "Now, I approve of your actions. Your compassion is one of the things that make you a good sub. I'm assuming you were going to tell me before you left." She nodded as Herman entered.

"Herman. We're letting Lilly go today. Prepare a letter of high recommendation and a severance check equal to two months wages. I'll give them to her myself. And put an ad out for a replacement. She'll be hard to replace. Especially with the added need to screen for tolerances for sexual activity."

"Very good, sir, I'll get right on it. Is two months sufficient, sir? Her job experience will be somewhat limited."

"I believe she has a prospect lined up, or just about so. If you think it best, increase it as you see fit."

"Yes, sir."

Turning back to Valerie, he asked, "Is there anything you need before you head home?"

"Just one thing, Master." She lifted her dress off and slipped out of her shoes. To each one of her fellow subs in turn, she knelt at their feet, kissing them and saying, "Thank you for using me this weekend. I hope I was pleasing." To Marcia and Sally, she added, "Please take payment on my debt to you the next time we meet."

At Charles' feet, she spent extra time kissing his feet, removing his shoes to reach the feet themselves. "Master, thank you for accepting my humble service. Thank you for using me well and for giving me to the others to be used also. I hope I can become a better submissive to you and that I'll never cause you to turn me away." She waited when finished for his reaction.

Gently lifting her by her chin, he looked at her and replied, "You've been an exceptional submissive. I can promise you months of hard and glorious service. I hope that you'll find me a strong enough master that you'll want to continue as my sub past our initial contract. Now get dressed, your cab will be here in ten minutes."

Valerie dressed, slipped her coat on and hugged everyone before she grabbed her purse and left the mansion. The cab was waiting for her and she gave him the address for home. She wondered how Francine was holding up, with the recurrent nightmares. She would find out soon.





Valerie Ch. 06







Valerie Ch. 06



"Ms. Burbon? Is everything here conservative?"

"For the most part. And call me Valerie or Val, at least when you're not working at the firm. Like I said, you're a friend."

"How do you choose? I mean, there are dozens of different styles here, let alone colors and fabrics."

"The secret is to take advice. See Heather over there? She's an expert. All she does, every day, is to match up the clothes with the woman. And she is very good. She can find you something in here that'll be conservative enough for the fashion Nazis in personnel and still let you be you. Just be honest with the questions she asks you, even if you can't understand what they have to do with clothes. They won't. She'll be getting an idea of who you are."

"So trust Heather."

"Right."

The lady under discussion had walked over and heard the last remark. "Absolutely, you trust Heather and you will look like a million. Valerie! It's so good to see you. And who is this beautiful young lady?"

"Heather, this is Lilly Amberhurst. She's going to be applying for an entry-level at the firm. This is as conservative as her wardrobe gets."

"Oh my. It's lovely on you my dear, absolutely stunning, but Clive will simply not hire you dressed like this. Will you let Heather transform the wild young girl into the deceptively sedate professional woman?"

"Yes, ma'am," Lilly answered, embarrassment climbing up her face.

"Now, now, you have no cause to be embarrassed. You have an excellent eye for clothes that suit you. I assume you have never had to dress for the business world before?"

"No, ma'am. The only job I've had before was in domestic service and my employer there had a…" She stumbled for the right word.

Valerie helped out, finishing with, "…looser dress code."

Heather raised an eyebrow knowingly. "Yes, that makes sense. Leave her in my hands for an hour and not only will she have an appropriate wardrobe, but she will know why it's appropriate for her and the firm."

"You're in good hands, Lilly. I'll be making a few selections of my own."

Valerie browsed the suits and found a couple that would suit her needs. She decided that she also wanted to get some good looking skirt and blouse combinations for less formal outings that needed covering up. She would, of course, follow her own advice and get Heather's opinion when she was done.

Lilly was quickly drawn into Heather's spell. She wasn't so much questioned but drawn into conversation for the first half hour. While imparting some basics on professional dress, the wily woman managed to delve into Lilly's personality to a significant depth. Only then did she begin to select clothes for the young lady. Lilly was amazed that she could express her own personality and still be considered conservative in her dress. 

Heather steered her away from business suits and towards medium length skirts and blouses. Lilly's love of color was tempered by making the colors match perfectly. Instead of buying individual pieces, Heather had her buying outfits that, when worn together, would be colorful without the flashiness from the mild clash that Lilly tended towards in her own dress style. To keep the revealed leg from seeming to be provocative, just the right type and color of pantyhose was added to each outfit. Again, Lilly was guided towards matching the hose with the outfit instead of buying only one type of hose.

Heather had Lilly change into one of the outfits to model for Valerie. When Val saw her at the end of 90 minutes of shopping, she could only stare in amazement. The young lady who dressed to call flashy attention to herself and her body had been transformed into a woman of class who was noticeable without being the center of the room. This professionally-dressed lady would draw attention to what she was saying or presenting, not to herself.

"Heather, you've done it again. It's simply unbelievable. Lilly, you look both lovely and professional at the same time. The outfit is you and conservative at the same time."

"Thank you, Valerie. I'm a little overwhelmed. I had no idea that so much could be done with clothes alone. I kind of feel different dressed this way, more able, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, I do. She had the same effect on me when I first showed up. My change was in a different direction. I was dressing so that I didn't come through. Heather showed me the professional me that was always possible. You could go straight to personnel and apply today. Now, Heather, if you would be so kind as to look over these things I've got."

"My pleasure." Looking at Valerie's choices, she noticed a subtle change in Val's look. Compared to what she normally wore, these items were chosen for what they would hide, not for what they would show. She eyed Valerie several times before asking the question that Val knew was coming. "Valerie, what are you trying to hide?"

Now Valerie was the one to seem unsure of herself. Francine's fate was on her mind and, while she didn't think that Heather would beat her, she didn't want to lose the woman's respect. Her decision was made for her by Heather's next question.

"Val. Are you in an abusive relationship?"

"No, Heather, I'm not. But I do need to be able to conceal things at times. Marks that would be misunderstood."

"Come with me, Valerie," the woman said in a voice that brooked no dissent. Valerie and Lilly followed Heather to a back room that doubled as her office and storeroom. "Spit it out, Valerie. What do you need to conceal that isn't abuse?"

Taking a deep breath, Valerie rolled up one sleeve, uncovering a series of red marks on her arm. Heather looked at the marks, not recognizing them for what they were. Not surprising, considering whips are not commonly used on people in the 21st century, at least not in America. 

"What in God's name made these marks?"

"I believe that these were the result of the cat-o-nine-tails."

"Valerie! That's a whip! You were whipped?"

"Yes, and it was consensual." Val waited with baited breath. It was the first time she had revealed her participation in the lifestyle to someone outside it. How would Heather react?

"Consensual?"

"Yes."

"I see."

Val waited.

"There was no force, no blackmail or extortion?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure I'm ready to explain that yet."

"I see."

More waiting. Valerie could see the concern in Heather's face. She wasn't sure if more information would be good or bad in this case. The silence stretched out for several minutes. Heather picked up on the connection between Lilly and Valerie. "Lilly knew," she thought. Her time with Lilly had shown her to be a very caring person, for all she tried to put on the rebel front.

"Lilly, is she deluding herself? Is it truly consensual?"

Lilly paused, put on the spot. Her thoughts warred. She was still uncomfortable with what Valerie allowed to happen, yet she knew that it was, in fact, allowed. The temptation to help her out of the abuse was great, but in the end; she chose to respect the woman who had been so kind to her. She just couldn't take from Valerie that which made her who she was.

"Yes, ma'am. It is consensual. I couldn't tell you why she allows it, but she does, willingly, and I think, somehow, she enjoys allowing it."

"I see."

Heather pondered some more. The silence stretched out again, broken only by the clicking of the air conditioner cycling on and off. Finally, decision made, she said, "Well, if we need to cover whip marks, let's make sure it works. Red like this is going to come through some colors and fabrics easier than others. Have you tried them all on?"

"No. I hadn't thought of what might show through."

"Well, let's get started. I should watch you change at least once to get an idea of what we'll be dealing with."

Valerie looked at Lilly. "Would you like to wait out front? I know this makes you uncomfortable."

"Yes, thank you."

With Lilly gone, Valerie stripped completely, letting Heather see all the marks and welts. While many had begun to fade, there were enough to make Heather gasp. Taking a minute to regain her professionalism, she addressed Valerie.

"We'll have to avoid anything made from satin or silk. This, for example. Go ahead and slip into it for a minute."

Valerie did so and saw that the silk blouse, while it did not let the marks show through, did show darkened patches through the fabric, hidden, yet visible still. "I see what you mean."

"Also, we want to avoid very light colors. Red will bleed through light colors unless they're in a heavy fabric. If red wasn't so inappropriate a color for you, I'd say that would be your best choice. As it is, we should go for dark blues, purples, dark greens and browns. Some of these will work well. I see you've remembered how to coordinate your outfits. Good. We'll keep these three and find something better for the other four. Get dressed again."

Fifteen minutes later, Valerie had seven outfits that would successfully hide the visible results of a weekend at Charles' place, yet still look professional. The purchases were paid for and the two shoppers were back on their way towards the firm. Lilly was wearing one of hers and the other nine were being shipped to her house. Valerie had hers with her and would drop them off at her car on the way back in.

On the way, Valerie talked with Lilly. "I want to thank you for what you said back there. I know that all this makes you very uncomfortable. It took a real friend to affirm my lifestyle choice when you disagree with it so strongly."

"Ms. Burbon, not wanting to see you hurt is not just about physical hurt. You've tried really hard to explain the why part to me. I get it, to a point, though I don't understand it. It is consensual, that's the honest answer. I almost wish it weren't, then I could convince you somehow to stop. But I won't lie on you like that. And you need these clothes, or you might lose your job."

"You're a good friend, Lilly. If you ever think I'm going too far, you talk to me, make me explain why I'm not. I can't promise to stop, even if I can't convince you, but I will listen to your concerns and think a second time about what I'm doing. I compared my choice in this to your piercings, but there's a critical difference. If you make a mistake getting pierced, you just let it heal closed. If I make a mistake, I could be maimed or even killed. So, having someone who'll make me ask questions of myself is a good thing. And you'll be a voice of doubt, not a voice of belief. Can you do that, or is it too much for you?"

"Valerie, I don't know. I think I'll worry about you even though I'm not in the house any more, because I'll know. Maybe if you explain it to me enough times, I'll understand. And if I can keep you from a true hurt, that would be good, would help me make it through knowing."

"How about we have a weekly date, where you can ask me as much or as little as you want about the previous weekend and I'll be perfectly honest about what happened. And I'll give you permission to demand that I explain why something is not hurtful if it seems so to you."

"I think I can do that. Promise me that you won't blow me off. I had a friend who was trying to quit smoking and wanted me to check with them, ask if they had smoked in the last week. They just lied to me. That hurt."

"I'll never lie to you and I'll always listen to what your concerns are. I won't necessarily agree with them or act on them the way you would like, but I will listen and hear them."

"That's all I can ask for."

They arrived at the firm. Leaving her purchases in the car, Val took Lilly back up to her office. June, seeing the transformation commented, "I see you two went to see Heather. Another miracle in clothing. Ms. Amberhurst, you look lovely and professional. Congratulations. I hope you get whatever position you're applying for. Ms. Burbon, personnel called and they have some info on Brad. They said it was important."

Seeing that it was 3:30, she said, "Good, tell them I'll be up at four. Lilly, I have work to do. Here's my letter of recommendation. Get on down to personnel and get that job."

"Yes, Ms. Burbon."

In her office, Valerie dialed the number for Dr. Waston's office.

"Good afternoon, this is the office of Drs. Waston and Gindly. My name is Sue, how can I help you?"

"Good afternoon. My name is Valerie Burbon and I would like to make an appointment with Dr. Waston. I'm a new patient in need of a long over-due gynecological exam."

"I see. May I ask how you came to decide on Dr. Waston?"

"Yes, she was recommended by Charles Vanquil."

"I see. Let's look at her schedule. I have an opening on Thursday at 3:00. Is that good?"

"Yes, that'll do fine. Oh, can you make a note on the appointment?"

"Uh…What sort of note?"

"Exam tables are a safety issue."

"I see. Yes, I can pass that on to the doctor. Are there any other marks I should make in the chart?"

"Yes, there may well be. They will be clear when I get there."

"Very good. The doctor will see you at 3:00 then. You might want to come in a half hour early to have time to fill out the patient history."

"I'll do that. Thank you."

Valerie hung up and breathed out like she had been holding her breath. She'd been unsure about how you talk about the lifestyle without talking about it. Fortunately, Sue seemed to have experience at the process. One more worry out of the way.

As she was heading out of her office, June stopped her. "Ms. Burbon, Ms. Traline is on line 2. It sounds urgent."

"Okay, I'll take it in my office."

Back at her desk, she picked up the phone. "Francine, what is it?"

"Val, I wanted to remind you that I have to see the doctor in an hour. Are you going to be able to pick me up?"

"Oh God! I forgot. It's a good thing you called. I'll be right over. Bye."

Heading back out, she told June, "Call personnel, have them send the report down and I'll read it first thing in the morning. I totally forgot a promise to Francine. I have to leave for the day. Thanks."

"Give Ms. Traline my best. Have a good evening."

Valerie rushed to her car and drove back to the apartment. On the way, she thought about Francine's idea of punishing herself. It somehow didn't seem right. It just felt like usurping Master's prerogative. And she didn't like choosing her punishment when he was there. Resolved to let Charles decide, she let it go.

Francine was waiting outside in her wheelchair. Helping her into the car, Val set out for the office. Fortunately, Francine's doctor was close to Valerie's apartment and the trip there took only 15 minutes. Valerie waited in the lobby while her friend was being checked out. Sitting in a waiting room did not get any less boring than it had been before she submitted. Some things never change.

When Francine came out, she was on crutches instead of a wheelchair. Her bandages were lighter than they had been. "What's the word?"

"They're healing well. I should be off the crutches by the end of next week, though a little bit sore for a while after that. He doesn't want me to be alone for another few days. This week will have the highest chance of re-injury. I guess you're stuck with me for a little longer."

"Aw, darn. How will I get off without someone knowing?"

"You can't, that's the point."

The two ladies smiled at the inside jokes and headed back out to the car. Once they were at the apartment, and she had checked the answering machine, Valerie let Francine know about the non-work portions of her day. Her friend was most interested in Lilly.

"I thought that Lilly was adverse to play. Why is she willing to actually probe into your participation like this? Won't it bother her?"

"From what she said, she can't get me out of her mind. She knows I'm going to be playing, my term, not hers, and worries. I think she feels that she can help. It will reassure her to know, on an ongoing basis, that I'm still okay. Plus, I was truthful with her. If I make a mistake, it could be serious, even life threatening. I intend to take her probing seriously. An outside point of view that will withhold judgment? How often do we get that opportunity? She cares deeply and I won't spurn that."

"I see. I wish Harv had been…" The memory of the beating and the loss of trust hit her hard. Tears poured freely as Valerie reached over and held her tight. As she sobbed, Francine tried to express the pain, share it for the first time. "Oh, Val. I trusted him. I trusted and it was…was…God, Val! He betrayed me! I though he loved me. How could I be so wrong? What did I not see? Why did I trust him?"

Valerie said nothing, recognizing the need to talk, to share. Francine didn't need answers, she simply needed to ask, to give voice to the feelings that had been locked up. Slowly they rocked, the regular rhythm an anchor for her friend to hold onto as her trapped feelings were lanced, the emotional poison bubbling to the surface. Val remembered the flinch from last night and prepared herself for something unpleasant.

Francine shuddered, fearful of her feelings, fearful of another betrayal. "Val, he stole my trust. It's pouring out of me. If I trust I'll be hurt again. God, Val, I can't trust you. My last dream. Oh God, in the dream you…you…"  

"What did I do in the dream, how did I hurt you?" Val's heart wrenched; the hurt driving in like an ice pick. It took all her strength to keep the hurt inside, to show her friend the trust that she feared would never come again.

"You…you…tied me up and gave me to Harv. You said, 'she's all yours; hurt her as much as you want.' Oh God, Val, I'm so sorry, please don't hate me!"

"I don't hate you. I don't hate you. I love you, very much. I love you. I love you."

Her friend was unable to continue, sobbing uncontrollably in abject fear. She grasped on Valerie's repeated declaration of love like it was a life ring in turbulent seas. Every fear and dread from the last two weeks poured out of her, oddly not seeming to help. Only later would she realize that it was helping, drawing the poison and filth that Harv had inflicted on her to the surface where it could be dealt with, cleaned off, and thrown in the garbage where it belonged.

When the tears slowed, Francine was able to continue, desperately in need of reassurance. "How can you? How can you still love me? I thought you capable of the most horrible things."

"No, you don't think that. You're afraid of that. There's a difference. Francine, if Harv was just some stranger that had just beat you, it would have left bruises, cuts, and your torn up feet. Your ability to trust would be more intact. But Harv was your boyfriend, someone you were thinking about marrying. He took the greatest level of trust you can give and shredded it. Is it any wonder that you are terrified that trust will be broken by others? You don't want to admit it to yourself, but you needed to trust me, almost as much as you trusted Harv. You put yourself in my hands when you can't trust fully. Your dreams are trying to make sense of it all." Taking her friend's hands tightly in her own, "Francine, I promise you this. I…will…never…hurt…you…ever. Do you understand? Even if you went crazy and attacked me, I…will…not…hurt… you."

"How…how can you promise me this? Why?"

"Because you're my best friend in the entire world and I love you deeply. More than romantic love, I would give my life for you. I've felt that way for years. Today you need to know that. If you still want to get a place together, I want to as well. We can start looking tonight if you want."

"Not tonight. I need to…I don't know what I need, but not anything important. Maybe just sleep, see if the nightmares are over. Tomorrow?"




Valerie Ch. 06



"Date. You take the bed tonight. I'm going to be up a while. I need to E-mail Master and check for new orders before I go to bed. Let me help you into bed."

Valerie helped Francine into bed. She gathered her alarm and closed the door on the woman as she softly cried, these being tears of gratitude and love. Seeing that it was almost 7:30, she sat down at her computer and called up her E-mail. With nothing new from her Master, she called up the old message and hit reply. First, she described her masturbation experience. She took pains to make it vivid and explicit, suspecting that Master would want her to go beyond her comfort zone. That accomplished, she steeled herself for reporting her failure.

After several false starts, she wrote, "Master. I failed to obey your first command. I neglected to check my E-mail before I went to bed and hence did not sleep bound last night. Master, I am mortified to have failed you in such a basic way. I will strive to do much better in the future. Please forgive your submissive and punish me for my failure. Please don't hold back or show mercy, I want to suffer for the suffering I have put you through by my failure." She realized as she read it over that she truly felt what she wrote. She did feel like she had let Charles down and it hurt her. She wanted to be punished to clear the stain of failure from her.

She continued in the E-mail about the other important development in her day, her growing relationship with Lilly. She made sure to include her thoughts and feelings about why she was allowing Lilly to hold her accountable for what she submitted to. She expressed her hopes that this step wasn't out of line or unacceptable. "Master, I think it's important for me to have this independent check on my submission. We've spoken several times about my tendency to ignore my limits to please my dominant. As an outsider, uncomfortable with the lifestyle in general, Lilly would be an excellent check on my tendencies. She's promised to call a spade a spade and tell me when she thinks I've gone too far. I think it'll help her as well. She finds herself worrying about me even out of the house. Being able to see me safe and sound on a regular basis, happy in my submission, will reassure her that she can accept my decisions and hers."

Sending the message, she put her computer asleep and fixed herself some dinner. She made enough for Francine as well, expecting that she would awaken in the night, in hunger, if not in terror. She left a note on the inside of her door, noting that Francine had already fallen asleep. "Not surprising. That much emotional roller coasting will knock anyone out," she thought to herself.

Enjoying her dinner, Valerie relaxed with a night of TV, including CSI: Miami. At 11:00, she reopened her E-mail and saw that master had responded. She opened it with some trepidation.

"Valerie, I am pleased with your obedience in masturbation, both in an appropriate place and in not cumming. I'm especially pleased at the closeness you took yourself to a climax. The willingness to push your limits is a good thing. Tomorrow, you're to masturbate three times outside of the house, again, to the verge of orgasm, but not cumming at all. It would be especially pleasing if at least one of these took place at your firm, but do not endanger your job.

"As to your failure, I am disappointed that you would fail me so soon. I will not punish you. This failure is so basic, that your punishment will include denial of contact with me. Tomorrow night, you'll be at The Mephisto Club at 7:00. You will be naked, hands bound behind you and collar on. One of your fellow submissives will find you and punish you for me. You'll accept whatever s/he inflicts upon you. You're not to cum no matter what s/he does. If you do, you will be punished even more."

Valerie's heart caught in her throat. She thought she could take anything he might do to punish her, but to be denied him? Tears rolled down her cheeks as she grasped the magnitude of her punishment. Valerie promised herself that she would strive to be even more obedient than she could imagine. She never wanted to fail him in such a devastating way again. She read on.

"About your plans with Lilly. I approve. It's rare to have someone outside the scene that you can trust as a mirror on your choices. I feel fortunate to have Victor and I am pleased that Lilly cares enough to be a mirror for you. Be careful about crossing her boundaries. It's ironic that the young woman who provoked you into a confrontation with your Master over being forced to participate in the play is now choosing to participate to some extent. Don't be surprised at where this might go.

"All further orders you receive from me will come through one of your fellow submissives. You're not to respond or contact me until you show up at the mansion on Friday. At that time, if you bear your punishment obediently, you'll be restored, your failure forgiven. As you recognized in your confession, your failure was great and the harsh and merciless punishment you asked for is appropriate. Bear it well and do your Master proud."

Crying softly, grateful at the chance to atone for her failure, yet devastated at the price she had to pay, Valerie set her alarm and went to bed. In her grief, she neglected to turn her computer off, leaving Charles' message on the screen. Yet, in spite of the pain she felt, she also felt curiously fulfilled. "He cared. He cared enough to punish me swiftly and harshly when I failed. He believes in me and wants me to be my best. I'll be the best submissive in the whole world," she thought as she fell into a restless slumber.





Valerie Ch. 06



Catching in her throat once, she managed to get out a weak, "Yes, Mistress. Please punish me."

"Master has reserved the stage for us next. Your punishment is to be public, as is your confession. Everyone here will know exactly why you're to be punished, by your own mouth."

Valerie gulped. It helped that Francine had warned her that this might happen. "Yes, Mistress. May I speak, Mistress?"

"Yes, so long as it is not to ask for mercy."

"No, Mistress, not mercy." Val turned around, seeing that Marcia was in a mask that totally hid her face, but was otherwise as naked as Valerie. She knelt before her Mistress of the night and said, "Mistress, I wanted to promise you that I won't ignore my limits. No matter how guilty I feel, and I feel so guilty it hurts, I'll use my safe word if it becomes too much."

Marcia, having been a part of the initiation process, understood the significance of this promise. Lifting her chin with a finger, she looked at Val's eyes and replied, "Your promise means very much to me. Tell me, how contrite are you? How badly do you want to be punished?"

"Mistress," she answered, tears forming as she plunged into the depths, "punish me to my limits. Don't stop until I safe word."

Before Marcia could reply, the speaker system came on and the master of ceremonies spoke. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention? We have a special event tonight." As the noise died down some, she continued, "A slave has failed her Master. She has failed so egregiously that only a public discipline will suffice. Master Charles has sent his slave and his representative before us tonight, to give confession and punishment with the assembled Masters, Mistresses, slaves, and civilians to bear witness."

A spotlight illuminated the pair. Trembling, Valerie let herself be led onto the stage where a heavy wooden frame was being rolled. A bag was set beside it. The spotlight followed them as they stood at the center of the stage, the frame right behind them. Marcia whispered, "No names tonight. You are simply your Master's slave and I am simply Mistress."

The MC attached a small microphone to Valerie's collar, handed a larger one to Marcia and stepped back. Marcia looked at the crowd, hushed in anticipation. "Slave, confess your sin to the crowd so that they can understand the magnitude of your offense."

Valerie's stomach knotted and she felt like she was going to throw up. Swallowing hard, she spoke, haltingly, "I had spent 48 hours serving my Master in his house, being well and truly used." Tears began to flow from her eyes as her guilt crashed in on her. "Less that six hours after I had left, I failed in so basic a task that I…I…I can scarcely believe it myself." The tears had become sobs, punctuating her speech. "I had been (sob) instructed to (sob) check my messages (sob) for instructions before (sob) sleeping. I didn't do that."

There was a gasp from the crowd and murmurs that she couldn't make out. She felt Marcia's hand grip her shoulder reassuringly. Controlling her sobs briefly, she got the last part out.

"Because of that failure, I didn't follow the simplest of instructions, to sleep with my hands bound before me that night." Standing up straight, she looked out into the crowd, unable to see them from the glare of the spot, and finished, "I failed my Master, letting him down in the most basic of commands. I begged Master to punish me, harshly and without mercy. Part of my punishment has been to be denied contact with him for the rest of the week."

A collective gasp went up among the submissives, followed by murmurs. She could make out a few of the comments. "That's so harsh…" "How can she stand…" "She'll never repeat…"

As they died down, she finished. "I deserve that and the other part, which is to stand here, confess to all of you and take whatever my Mistress deems to give me."

"Slave, if you were given a choice, what would you ask for punishment?"

Tears once again streamed down her face as she stepped up to the gauntlet and answered, "Mistress, I want no choice. It's not my place to choose. I would ask, no beg, that my punishment, whatever it is, last until I use my safe word."

A cry went up from the crowd, many unbelieving that anyone would ask for such a harsh punishment. Then someone started clapping. More added their hands to the applause. Soon the entire club was cheering Valerie on, encouraging her to go to her limits with their clapping hands. Marcia waited until the applause died down and walked in front of Valerie and looked her in the eye. "Slave, your wish is granted. You shall be clamped and whipped until the words, 'red light,' utter forth from your lips."

She handed the mic back to the MC and had the one on Valerie's collar removed. Leading Val to the frame, a simple rectangular affair made from six by sixes with eye bolts in several strategic places. "Slave, how's your shoulder?"

"It hasn't bothered me all day. I can be stretched."

Cuffs were added to Valerie's ankles. Her legs were stretched as far apart as they could go and tied off to bolts on either side. Her arms were lifted up and out, stretched tightly, but not painfully (Marcia was taking no chances of reinjuring that shoulder, no matter what Val said). Clamps were put on her nipples, taking the entire areola in their bite. They were tightened until Valerie winced in pain. Two more clamps were placed on her pussy lips, drawing cries from her.

Marcia leaned in close and whispered, "Are you ready, Val?"

"Yes, Mistress. Mistress, I have three days off, so mark me freely," came her reply.

"I'm going to start with my hand and work my way up to more painful instruments. I know what you can take to some extent, so the crowd is in for quite a show. Just because it's punishment doesn't mean that we can't enjoy ourselves. Remember, this will purge the guilt and leave you as fresh as snow for our Master."

"Thank you, Mistress."

Marcia started by slapping Valerie's ass cheeks with her hand. The first few were barely registering on Val's pain scale, but they got increasingly harder. Soon each hand left a red imprint on her rump. The crowd could see, glistening in the spot light, pussy juice running down Valerie's legs as she was turned on by the blows that came regularly at three second intervals. The force increased at a steady pace as well until Marcia was putting her whole body behind each blow. All through this first stage, Valerie was moaning in a mix of pain and arousal.

Suddenly the blows on her ass stopped and Marcia walked around in front, stunning the crowd into silence as she seemingly violated every rule of safety and slapped Valerie's face over and over again, drawing cries of shock and pain from the bound woman. Unbeknownst to everyone there, Charles and Marcia had practiced this hand slap technique for months, intending to use it in a demonstration scene soon. Marcia knew exactly how much force she could use and be well within safety margins.

Until her face, Valerie had not felt like this was a punishment. But to be slapped on the face over and over was so incredibly humiliating that she began to bawl out loud, feeling truly like a punished slut. Where the crowd saw tears of pain and listened for a safe word, Marcia saw tears of contrition and release, as the pure punishment of this scene sank into her. For five minutes, Marcia's hand went back and forth, actually quite gently, the slaps seeming to reverberate in the silence surrounding the stage.

When she stopped, the crowd had trouble believing that Valerie had taken such a beating to her face. Marcia pulled her next instrument out, a paddle, and returned to behind the frame. The loud smack of the paddle against the already sore bottom echoed in the room. The relative gentleness was gone and now there was simply the pain of punishment. Tears flowed freely down Val's face and she sobbed with abandon. For 10 to 15 minutes, blows rained down on the already pink ass cheeks, turning them flaming red. The paddle had been picked carefully. Sanded totally smooth, all potential slivers had been ground to nothing, leaving just the impact of the wood against flesh.

That zone she had been looking for earlier had come to her. Valerie could feel the blackness of her failure being driven out of her with each blow. The pain, the horrible pain, became both torment and salvation, driving her back into the arms of her Master. She wanted more, knowing she had more guilt to drive out. Marcia's slow steady pace mesmerized both Val and the crowd, drawing them together. Breaths were held and released, everyone wanting her to take more, a little bit more.

The paddle was returned to the bag and the cat held up. Marcia held the cat up to Valerie's lips and the submissive instinctively kissed the next instrument of pain. The clamps were removed, the sudden rush of pain pulling four screams from her, one for each clamp. Marcia took the opportunity to whisper to Val, "Get ready to scream, dear."

The first lashing landed on her legs. Valerie screamed in pain, then shocked everyone by crying out, "One!" As the next stroke landed across her upper back, she screamed, "Two!" Valerie wanted to give more than was being taken from her and she committed herself to counting each and every blow from the cat. The only sounds in the club were the impact of the lashes against Val's body, the numbers being cried out, increasing one by one, and Valerie's unabashed sobbing from the pain. Arousal was gone, only the pain and the punishment remained. The submissive clung to the pain, embracing it as a cleansing force.

The count climbed. 10. 20. 30. 40. Marcia watched Val carefully. She trusted Valerie to use her safe word, but wanted to be sure that when it happened, it happened under the crop. At 61, she detected a subtle change in the cries and stopped. She took her time putting the cat back and getting the crop out. She walked around the woman, seemingly admiring the marks and welts on her back, legs and breasts. She could see that Valerie would be wearing long sleeves and dresses for at least a week. She rubbed her hand across the marked parts of the submissive's body, feeling the heat and amazed at Val's ability to soak up punishment. Both their bodies were covered in sweat. Valerie tensed in pain as rivulets of salty perspiration dripped into the welts.

Satisfied that Valerie had regained some tolerance, Marcia began with the crop. Unlike the previous efforts, these were not measured in pace. With seemingly blinding speed, the crop swished back and forth across her legs and ass. Front to back, left to right, the crop dealt paired blows after paired blows. Soon the crowd picked up on the new rhythm. Slap-slap. Slap-slap. Ass, back, belly, thighs, breasts. The little red commas left by the crop appeared over and over again. Valerie was screaming and sobbing at the same time. Her limit was in sight now, the pain overwhelming in strength. 

At the edge of the cliff, Marcia stopped and lightly, too lightly for the crowd to hear, called Valerie's name. As Valerie watched, fear clouding her countenance, Marcia bent down level with Valerie's pussy. She held the tip of the crop back, taking aim at the frightened woman's pussy. Their eyes met and Marcia waited. An occasional cough could be heard in the silence. Everyone knew what was to come. Would she safe word? Would she take punishment directly to her pussy?

Loudly, Valerie cried out, "Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?"

Swat! Directly onto her pussy lips, the crop forced a wail out of her throat. The wail lasted for several seconds, followed by sobs. Marcia pulled the crop back again, looked at Valerie and waited.

Valerie knew that she had reached the edge of her precipice. So little left to give, she poured the last of herself out. Slowly, sobs between each word, the crowd gasping as they realized what she was saying again, Valerie spoke, "Thank… you…Mistress…May…I…have…another?"

Swat! Directly onto her clit. Valerie's wail was joined by others, crying in sympathy with her, their own clits and cocks throbbing in sympathetic pain.

"Red light! Red Light!"

The crop dropped to the floor, and Marcia reached up and ran her hand across Valerie's face. "You have done so well. Master will be so pleased. Let's get you down from there." Pulling the Velcro straps, she let the legs and then the arms free, catching the submissive as she collapsed, unable to stay up or stop crying. Francine was there, helping Marcia carry her to one of the private rooms. No one they passed reached out to touch her, respecting her need for space. But many muttered words of encouragement that registered on Valerie without being truly understood. Through the pain that lingered, and in fact would linger for a few days, a feeling of contentment flowed into Valerie. The guilt she had carried all day had vanished, driven out by the beating she had endured.

The room they had reserved for afterwards had a bed with a soft pillow top mattress. Carefully they laid her down on her stomach. The last item from Marcia's bag was a bottle of soothing oil for massaging. A topical pain killer and antibiotic had been mixed in to sooth and protect in just such occasions. Gently the two women rubbed the oil into Valerie's back and legs. Her back pleasantly numb, they rolled her over and repeated the process on her front side.

Francine knelt down next to her friend and asked, "Val, how are you feeling?"

"Exhausted. Fulfilled. In agony. Happy. Those don't make sense, do they?"

Marcia replied, "Dear, they make perfect sense. Being punished for a true failure, and we all have been, is a cathartic experience. It leaves us completely drained, of both energy and the misery of failure. Do you know how rare it is for a submissive to beg for a safe word punishment? The depth of commitment you showed Master is tremendous. He'll treasure this gift for all time. You know that he had this recorded?"

"He did? I'm so happy. I want him to see me submit to everything he demands. I want to please him so badly. Did I please him?"

"Yes, you pleased him." Marcia answered with a chuckle. She could remember asking the same needy question herself at one time, actually several times. "We never get tired of hearing that, do we, Francine?"

"No, never. I'm going to get your clothes, Val. You rest."

Valerie became aware of the smell of sex. "Mistress, do you require pleasing from Master's slave?"

Marcia laughed; a deep laugh from the gut. "Valerie, you're amazing. No, I have a loving husband who is going to get his brains fucked out tonight."

"I'm glad. Mistress, is your last name Walters?"

"Yes, it is. Why do you ask?"

Valerie chuckled. "My secretary's kid is in your class. He's apparently looking forward to the field trip on Friday. It's a small world I guess."

"You're right, it is."

Francine returned with her clothes, followed by a couple of familiar faces. "Val, I have someone you've met before. They wanted to say a few words."

Looking, Val recognized Fred and Daphne. "Mistress and Master. It's so nice to see you."

"No, not Mistress or Master, at least not until we win you in auction next time. We wanted to share how impressed we are at your willingness to accept punishment. That was truly impressive."

"Yes, you can tell Charles that we're officially jealous of him. If only we had found you first."

"I can't say I'm sorry you didn't, though I know I would've enjoyed being your submissive. But I'm so happy with Master and my fellow submissives. I wouldn't trade it for anything."

"I imagine not. Now you take care of those welts. A scene like this can leave permanent marks, if you're not careful. We've given your escort a web site with some care instructions in it. We've used them ourselves to good effect. We hope to see you in a couple of weeks."

After the couple left, Marcia had a few words to say. "Master said to tell you that there'll be no instructions for you tonight, nor tomorrow morning. You're to rest, taking the day off if you can. Look tomorrow night for new instructions. Francine, will you need help getting her home okay?"

"No, thank you. I can manage. Thank you for giving Valerie the punishment she needed to feel purged."

"You're welcome. Now I need to get home and fuck my man."

After she left, Valerie noticed that Francine had not gotten her clothes, but instead had an oversized trench coat. "Uh, Francine?"

"I knew you would be covered in oil afterwards, so I brought something that I've used to get subs home with before. There's no need to ruin your outfit."

After a little more rest, Francine helped her to the car and got her home, tucked into bed. The exhausted lady was asleep within minutes. The dominant woman checked her feet, seeing that she had a little bleeding from getting Val upstairs without using her crutches. Francine used the next couple of hours to set herself up to work from the apartment and then went to bed herself.





Valerie Ch. 06



While Francine worked from the table on her laptop, Valerie searched the local home listings for houses the two could look into renting or buying. Several good prospects were there, most for rental only. Valerie wanted to buy because only then could they modify the house for hosting scenes. While Francine had suggested a two bedroom, Valerie was thinking three. If Francine wanted to bring a sub over for play, she might want to have a guest bedroom for him/her.

There was one that she kept going back to. It was a four bedroom ranch with a full basement that was finished but not differentiated. The total lack of walls in the basement would make for a very large play room. There were two downsides. The price seemed beyond their capacity, $554,000. And it was listed as a fixer-upper. Valerie knew that she had no skills at home repair or building. If it was in bad enough shape, that could increase the effective cost of the house by 50%.

The only other suitable house for purchase was a smaller two bedroom colonial, again with a basement. This one listed for $326,000 and the online photo spread showed a nice house in good condition. The upstairs was only an unfinished attic, but had potential. At least in this case, the finishing of the attic would not be an immediate need.

Adding these two possible purchases to six promising rentals, she had a list that they could go through together. Francine finished her work by 1:00 and they went over the choices. Francine agreed that the four bedroom would be wonderful, but was probably a money pit. They made some calls and were able to plan two days of open houses and viewings. Francine did add one other choice. She knew of an apartment complex that had three bedroom apartments. It would provide a temporary place if they could find no other. By unspoken agreement, the two women had reached the decision to move in together somewhere.

There was one thing that Valerie wanted to discuss before they went too far. "Francine, I think I'm falling in love with Sally. I think the feeling is mutual."

"Val, I don't know what to say. I thought you were straight, that the thought of sex with another woman bothered you."

"I thought so, too. But I know what I feel for her. We made love Saturday night and I wasn't scared or revolted. It's still there with other women, though that could change. It's not just the sex either. I find that I want to make her happy, and not just as a submissive. I feel for her just like I felt for Mike, before he died."

"Wow. This is serious, isn't it?"

"Yes. If she feels the same way about me, I want to ask her to move in with me. Will that make you…?"

"Jealous?"

"Yes. Will my falling in love with another bi woman instead of you make you jealous?"

Francine thought a minute. She already knew what her answer was, but also knew that how she expressed it was important. Valerie was asking if it was possible for their friendship to survive the possibility of Valerie herself being the middle of a possible love triangle.

"Valerie, you're my best friend. The idea that we could be romantically and sexually involved wasn't even a blip on the horizon two weeks ago. If Charles hadn't given you to me for one night, it still wouldn't be. What I want more than anything for you is that you're happy and fulfilled. Seeing you become a submissive is a big step in that direction. If you and Sally are that much in love, how could I possibly not want that for you? Jealously? I don't think so. If you two decided to take a trip to Massachusetts and get married, I would be honored to be your bride's maid, or best woman, or, whatever."

"Oh, Francine, you don't know how much that means to me. Thank you for being my best friend."

The two spent the rest of the day being terribly irresponsible and getting nothing accomplished. Valerie checked her email that night and saw that Steven had sent her a message. "Valerie, Master has instructed me to tell you that you're to spend the night sleeping with your hands tied together to the headboard of your bed. Make sure someone is there with you. Under no circumstances are you to render yourself helpless when you are alone. Tomorrow, you're to wear your nipple clamps while out side your apartment on at least two occasions for ten minutes each time. Check your email tomorrow night for instructions for the weekend."

Francine helped her get bound for the night and put a new batch of oil on her body to help her sleep through the night. The bedroom door was kept open that night, just in case. Valerie found the experience humbling. Arousal returned after a 24 hour absence and Valerie was helpless to respond to it. She tossed fitfully, her dreams involving Charles entering into her room and teasing her to the brink of orgasm over and over. She moaned in her sleep, begging her Master to use her, to take her and rape her helpless form. She awoke in the wee hours and lay there, smelling of sex and sweat, her sheets all askance and her marks hurting again.

She remained quiet, thinking and daydreaming. "If someone had told me four weeks ago that I would be lying in bed, bound at the wrists, desperate for a man to come in and forcibly take me, I'd have called the police. Yet not only have I made myself Master's slave, but I'm falling in love with another woman and desperately hoping that she's falling in love with me. My best friend has used me as a sexual plaything. I've sold myself to two total strangers for sex and pain. I've been publicly whipped until I was incapable of standing another blow. My life is so different now and I wouldn't go back for all the treasures of the world. I wouldn't go back, even if it would bring Mike back. I loved him deeply, and that part of my life will always be part of me, but I'm no longer the woman he married. How different will I be next week? I don't know, but I'm not scared of that woman. I love her and will embrace all that she is when I catch up with her in time."

Her thoughts settled some, she fell back to sleep, a more restful one. Francine was awake when she woke again at 8:00. Valerie raised an eyebrow to discover her friend sitting next to the bed, watching her.

"Do you know how beautiful you are tied like that, Val?"

"I feel beautiful somehow." She made no move to cover up in any way. Her legs parted, revealing her pussy and the beginnings of her hair returning.

"I could watch you like this for hours, but we have to get up and about if we're going to look at houses. You know, you're going to make Sally a very lucky woman. Let me get those ropes."

The two ladies showered and ate breakfast. While Francine was in the shower, Valerie took a moment to call Sally.

"Hi, Mistress, this is Valerie."

"Val, it's good to hear from you. What's up?"

Those making a date butterflies never truly go away. "Uh, I was wondering if you'd like to, uh, go to dinner with me tonight? I know it's short notice, but I'd really enjoy spending some time with you."

At the other end of the line, Sally's heart was racing. "Could it be?" she thought to herself. Trying to calm herself, she answered, "The short notice is no problem. I'd love to have dinner. What time and where?"

"I could pick you up around 6:30?"

"I think that would be great. Do you know where I live?"

"No."

"I'm in the Buena Vista apartments at 6th and McClellon, apartment 215. I'll be ready at 6:30."

"I'll see you then."

Both women hung up with sweaty palms and racing hearts, each fearful that the other didn't share the feelings both had for each other.

When Francine got out of her shower, Valerie asked her, "Francine, would you mind being by yourself tonight? I kind of asked Sally to have dinner with me."

"I'll be fine. Are you going to tell her how you feel?"

"Yeah. I'm so nervous. What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if she already has a girl or guy? God, I feel like a 16 year old worrying about a first date again."

"Well, you're not 16, but this is a first date. Val, Sally, while she can play incredibly intense, is a very caring person. I suspect she made sure you had my name that night without Charles telling her to. If she's already attached, she'll let you down gently. It'll be all right. Now, let's hit the road. We've got five houses and your appointment to get through."

The house hunting trip was a disappointment. Every place they looked at had something that made it unacceptable. Rent was too high. Bathroom had carpet in it. Neighborhood was too dangerous. One that was advertised as a two bedroom had only one. The second room was more the size of a walk in closet. In spite of the disappointments, the two women enjoyed themselves, spending time together as friends, something their hectic schedules had prevented for far too long. The only good that came from the trip is that there was plenty of time in the car for Val to follow orders and wear clamps on her nipples.

They had spaced their stops far enough apart that they had no problems making the appointment at Dr. Waston's on time. Val was taken into an examination room on time. The fear that always accompanied these visits began. Things eased a little when she saw that the table in the room had no rails or stirrups. The nurse took her basic vitals while she sat at the desk/sink. Handing Val the ubiquitous hospital gown, she instructed Val to undress and put the gown on.

Five minutes later the doctor walked in. She was dressed in an ordinary smock, stethoscope around her neck, chart in one hand and a collar (?) in the other. "Good afternoon," she said while she put the collar about her neck. "I find that there is a difference between being told that your doctor understands the lifestyle and knowing that. Now, according to Sue's notes, you have safe word issues with exam tables and there may be marks visible. But more importantly, how are you feeling right now?" she asked, nodding towards the table.

"I'm nervous. But it's a lot better than when I'm around a table with stirrups."

"That's what I suspected. The stirrups are for the doctor's convenience, but the appointment is about you, not me. Do you think you can handle this table?"

"I think so. The fear gets really intense when I feel immobilized though."

"Okay, first, have you had a scene recently?"

"Yes, night before last I received some rather severe punishment.

"Go ahead and take the gown off and let me look."

The doctor looked at the healing welts and fading marks, making notes in her chart. She prodded the joints and tissues under them and paid close attention to Valerie's wrists and ankles. Valerie could tell the difference in expertise between the doctor and Victor. 

"I don't see a lot of residual marking evidence. How long have you been playing in the scene?"

"It's been a little over two weeks."

"I can tell from your body that you have an experienced dominant. These whipping marks show a lot of skill. Tell me about the shoulder. It feels like a recent injury."

"I was in a forward hogtie, I think it was called, and I climaxed so hard I wrenched it. Victor said it was a sprain and we didn't put stress on it after that."

"Victor. I see. I know of Charles, though we've never met. Does that mean you're under domination by more than one person?"

"Yes, Master and six of his other subs. I've also been dominated by my friend outside once."

"Okay. I can tell that you have an incredibly high tolerance for pain stimuli. You need to be very careful about safe words. This punishment. How long did it go?"

"I don't know. I asked…I asked to be punished until I used my safe word."

"That's what I thought. I don't want you to go that far more than once a week, at the most. See these two welts here?" she asked pointing to two marks on her legs that were taking longer to heal than the others.

"Yeah. They looked different, but I wasn't sure how."

"These two actually drew blood, just under the surface. They're what we call blood blisters. Left untreated, they can turn into permanent scars. You seem to have done well with them. There's still fluid in them, so I'm going to draw it out with a syringe. This will sting a little," she finished with a little chuckle.

The two blisters went down visibly as the small needle extracted the red fluid. The needle mark was invisible and the marks were now flush with the skin. Helen, Dr. Waston, continued with her running dialogue as she worked.

"Now, one of the most important things to do when you play for extended periods of time is to eat well. Intense stimulation and long periods of high arousal use a lot of energy. It's a mistake to rely on things like energy drinks or sugary foods to replace that lost energy. The energy that we use comes from complex chemical reactions that use a wide variety of nutrients. Don't be surprised to find that you eat a lot during a scene that lasts for any length of time. I've heard that Charles has weekend long sessions with multiple individual scenes."

"Yes, last weekend I submitted for 48 hours. He had a lot of food and I ate a lot. I was kind of worried that I might put on extra pounds."

"Unlikely. You may actually lose weight if you aren't careful. Now, there's one thing I am adamant about." The doctor's face went deadly serious. "Absolutely no drugs of any kind during play. No stimulants, no pain killers, and certainly nothing illegal. A submissive has to be aware of what his or her body is saying at all times during a scene. I lost a patient once because she went to a session while under the effects of oxycodone. An inexperienced Dom damaged her kidneys with a cane and she died of renal failure three days later. The pain killer prevented her from noticing that she had been hurt. If I find that you've used any medicine during a scene, even aspirin, you'll have to find another doctor. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, doctor. Very clear."

"Now, I'm sorry I got so intense. I hate losing patients. On the other hand, after a scene, no problem. I hope that you used some form of topical on those marks after your punishment."

"Yes, Marcia had a massage oil with a local anesthetic and an antibiotic in it. It was so good."

"Is that concoction still out there?" she laughed. "It's very good and the antibiotic, though nothing special, is effective at preventing infections of small cuts. Keep in mind, it is illegal. The topical is only available with a prescription. I approve of its use, just don't get caught. Now, before we move on to the vanilla portion of the exam, do you have any BDSM medical questions?"

The doctor's manner was very relaxing and Valerie felt like she could talk about anything with her. "Helen, is it possible to have too many orgasms?"

"It never fails; every sub I see asks me the same thing. Not unless you have a heart condition, in which case you have more to worry about than orgasms when you play. For healthy adults, your body will stop having them before they become dangerous. Do you have a history of heart disease in your family?"

"Not that I know of. My dad was killed in a car wreck, drunk driver, and my mom died of cancer. I don't know much farther back than that."

"I'm sorry about your parents. If you're concerned, we can have your heart function checked out by a cardiologist. I'm not equipped for that here. Who's your regular doctor?"

"I don't have one," Val said sheepishly.

"That will not do. You need to maintain good health to play safe. On your way out, have Sue schedule you a full check up with Dr. Karen Moore. She's an excellent GP, though you will get her sado-masochism lecture. It's harmless and she will still treat you. And there's no chance of her violating confidentiality on you. She once spent 3 days in jail for contempt because she would not report a gunshot she treated. Just be sure to request that no nurse is present during the exam. Now, hop onto the table and spread your legs."

The rest of the exam went smoothly, a textbook gynecological exam. After dressing, she was shown to the mammogram room and had the important breast pictures taken. In the lobby, the appointment with Dr. Moore was made, a month out. Valerie had it made for a Friday morning, giving any weekend marks the maximum time to fade and heal.

Francine was sitting in the waiting area looking at one of those free real estate magazines. "Val, look at this." There was a picture of a house. The description listed it as a three bedroom, two bath, two story house with a finished basement. What caught both their eyes was the price, $256,000. 

Val wondered, "What's the catch? How can such a good home go for so little?"

"Val, we have to look. And it's an open house today through Saturday."

"Agreed. It's only 4:30. We still have time to take a look and get to your house before I have to pick up Sally."

"Let's go."

The drive took 30 minutes. In the house, several groups were wandering about commenting on the features. It was a really nice house. The walls were all white, a bit of a distraction, but fixable. The second bathroom was very small, but the master bath made up for it in elegance. The kitchen was okay, but nothing to write home about. Two bedrooms were decent sized, though the third was unsuitable for anyone but a small child.

It was the basement that got their attention. Where Valerie saw a run of the mill entertainment center and laundry room, Francine's more practiced eye had her do a double take. Val was confused as to why Francine was looking at the things she was looking at. The dominant was growing visibly excited as she looked at features no one else noticed. When they were alone in the basement, she looked at Val with excitement.

"Val, this is the place. We have to get it."

"What? It's okay, but what's so special?"

"The basement has been fitted for BDSM play."

"What?!"

"Look, see the bolts the plants are hanging form. Those are heavy duty enough that you could be suspended safely. I'll bet that they're embedded into studs, not hanging from the drywall. The laundry room has far more shelving that it needs, some of it not suitable for cleaning supplies. I mean, how many laundry rooms have three dozen drawers and a full wall of peg board. That would be perfect for storing various toys. Look here, faint impressions of a large bed, a four poster I'll bet. Best of all, did you notice the gap in the ceiling? There's six inches from the upstairs floor to the basement ceiling. That's acoustic tile, sound absorbing. The door is heavy, yet balanced. I'll bet if it was shut, you could scream at the top of your lungs and not be heard by someone just on the other side of the door. The piece de' résistance is the intercom. It can be set for monitoring, allowing independent monitoring of the basement. I'm telling you Val, a dominant built this basement and we have to have it."

As each feature was pointed out, Val became excited herself. The house was the right size and was ready for play. "You're right. Let's make an offer."

As Valerie drove, Francine called the realty office and indicated that they wanted to make an offer on the house. Knowing Val would agree, she offered $300,000 in an attempt to out bid any other offers, indicating a willingness to negotiate if needed. She made no attempt to hide her status as a motivated buyer, the house being more important than the price.

At Francine's house, they picked up more clothes for her and a tube of the depilatory gel that she had talked about earlier. Francine took her own car and Valerie headed off to Sally's. Finally, Valerie couldn't put off thinking about the dominant submissive that had captured her heart. Try as she might, she couldn't explain just why she was so madly in love with the exuberant woman, she just knew she was. Valerie wanted to spend the rest of her life with Sally, and was terrified that the feelings wouldn't be returned. What if it was just a physical thing for Sally? By the time she had arrived outside the apartment building, Val felt like a nervous wreck.




Valerie Ch. 06



For her part, the normally confident Sally was a bundle of nerves. She'd thought of herself as the lone wolf, able to stand alone, needing no one. In three short weeks, this amazing submissive woman had changed all that. She found herself missing Valerie every day. Yes, the scenes were fantastic, but it was her compassion and capacity for love that drew Sally. She could place exactly when she knew she couldn't live without Valerie in her life. Naked, trembling with fear, this wonderful woman had stood up to her Master and defended a helpless young girl, believing it would cost her her place at his house.

The doorbell rang and the two women found themselves looking at each other across the threshold. They both spoke together. "Where are we…?" "Where would you like…"

Laughing, both nervous, they hugged, a long hug that both seemed reluctant to break.

"What do you feel like, Mistress."

"Val, let's just make it Sally tonight. Two girls out for dinner, no domination or submission."

"Okay, I can do that, Sally." Valerie had not realized just how used she had gotten to using Master and Mistress. Sally's name was strange off of her lips.

"How about seafood?"

"That sounds great. You ever been to Milford's?"

"No, is it any good?"

"They're the best."

The drive to the elegant seafood specialty house was awkward. They chatted about small stuff, staying away from anything of importance. During dinner (seafood fettuccini for Sally and baked salmon for Val), Sally asked about the punishment and Valerie described the event, looking back on it almost dreamily. After the dishes had been cleared, the bill paid, and their drinks refilled, Valerie looked at her hoped-to-be lover and found herself afraid. Sally was fearful as well, knowing that Francine and Valerie had been staying together for over a week.

Val found her voice first. "Sally, there's something very important I need to tell you, and ask you."

"Yes, Valerie?" Sally encouraged, hope hiding below the surface.

"I…I…God, I was less frightened when I asked you to deny me orgasms for 45 minutes."

"Take your time. We have all night." Sally reassured her, though what the dominant submissive really wanted was to hear it, now. She knew only two things would turn a woman into just a mass of jelly, one very good, one very bad. Val needed time.  

"Three weeks ago, I could never have imagined myself here, today, with you, desperately needing to say what I'm trying to say. I'm so scared, of myself, of your reaction, of what's happening right here and now. Sally, I love you so much and I want you in my life forever, as the most important person in my life." The words finally out, dread, hope, fear, love were all displayed on her face. She had never felt as vulnerable as she did now. It was one thing to put your body and trust in someone's hands, but Valerie had put her heart, all that she was, into Sally's hands and the woman across from her at the table had the ability to crush it or nurture it. Which would it be?

Sally looked down, then back up, tears leaking from her eyes. "Valerie, I've been scared as well. I was so frightened that you wouldn't say what you just did." As she understood the meaning of those words, Valerie's face showed the death of the fear and dread, like a dragon at the end of a lance. Sally paused, and then continued. "I love you with every fiber of my being. The thought of you no longer in my life is a crushing weight that you've lifted off of me, saving me."

They reached across the table, holding hands, basking in the mutually shared expressions of love. Time passed with just this contact. Their waitress, observant and aware, steered clear, letting the slow brewing of love that was taking place on her watch continue unabated and un-interfered with. Emotions bubbled inside the women, the love growing in strength, feeding on the knowledge that it was, in fact, returned. 

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Sally asked.

"I'd love to."

They got up and headed for the door, where they were met by their waitress. She had two roses (pilfered from a display). "I'd like you to have these. Congratulations on finding each other." Not quite comprehending what had happened, they took the roses, thanking the girl absentmindedly. As they walked down the sidewalk, the waitress thought to herself, "I hope I can find that kind of love someday."

Valerie and Sally walked hand in hand for an hour, admiring the beauty of the city and the feel of each other close at hand. They said not a word, everything that was important having been said already. The air seemed sweeter than normal, the sounds of the city more melodious and the smells more lovely. It was only as they started to feel a chill that they headed back to Valerie's car.

In the car, Valerie asked, "Would you come home with me? I don't want to let you go right now. I want to fall asleep to your breathing. I want to feel you next to me when I wake up. I want to hold you tight against me."

"I want the same things. I'd move in with you tonight if I could."

"You know, Francine and I have decided to move into a house together; roommates. I'd love it if you moved in with us. There are three bedrooms."

"Val, I've not found the love of my life to sleep in a separate bedroom from her. Is Francine going to be okay with us, together?"

"Yes. She knows I was having dinner with you and why. She says she's very happy for us. Our friendship has lasted over ten years and it's different. She was my maid of honor when Mike and I married and held my hand when he died. She's been there for me through everything, good and bad, and she'll be there for us now. I love her, too, just in a different way, just as I love Master in his own unique way."

"Good. I didn't want to hurt your relationship with her."

At the apartment, Valerie called out, "Francine, I've got great news." Curious at the lack of an answer, she entered the living room; she saw a vase on the table, a single lily and a single tulip in it. A note was sitting on the table beside it with a small box on it.

"Valerie, if you come home alone, call me and we can talk for as long as you like. If what I think will happen does, and you're with Sally, the empty apartment, the flowers, and the box are for you two. Valerie, the lily is you, a fragile blossom of great beauty that will thrive in the right soil. Sally, the tulip is you, a hardy plant that overcomes the cold harshness of the winter to rise up and display a beauty that can be missed by the unobservant. The box (you have opened it by now, right) contains a ring that has been split in two, each half incomplete without the other, just as the two of you are incomplete without the other. I think you'll find that your joining has surprised no one but yourselves. Val, Sally can show you how to use the cream. Don't forget to check for instructions. Your friend, Francine.

"I see what you mean about being there. I think she knows us better than we do."

"She always has."

They tried the rings on and found that they would need to be resized. There is only so much you can do with twelve hours' notice. It was late enough that Valerie could check her email for orders. There was an email from Robert.

"Valerie, tonight you are to take yourself to the edge of orgasm at least five times before you go to sleep. If there's someone else with you, they can participate to whatever extent they are willing. Tomorrow, you'll be picked up at your house by one of us. You're to be naked when you answer the door. Follow any instructions you're given on the way, of course. Master has seen your punishment and is looking forward to accepting your submission this weekend. Remember, don't cum."

"It looks like Master wants you hot and bothered this weekend. Five denials in one night."

"Mistress," Val started, recognizing the return to their roles that the email signified, "will you please torture me tonight?"

"It would be my pleasure. What was this cream that Francine talked about me showing you?"

"It's a depilatory she had, something that she can only buy at certain times off of infomercials. I need to get my pussy bare again."

"Well, little one, let's get in the mood. Go ahead and strip down and I'll look this stuff over."

Valerie undressed, putting the clothes she had been wearing in the hamper. The knowledge that she was following Master's instructions had her becoming aroused. There was a hint of moisture between her lags and a tingling in her breasts. Her skin was flushed and every movement of her clothes along her body was electrifying.

Back in the living room, Sally was hanging up the phone. "I called in sick to work; I don't think I'd be much use there tomorrow anyway. I've used this stuff before. It's hard to believe it works as well as it does." Putting a towel on the couch, Sally said, "Have a lie down, but prop your back up a little so you can see how this works. If this were a first time, you'd trim with scissors first, but I see you've shaved there already. Use a disposable stick of some sort and squeeze some out and paint it over the hair you want off. Notice how it doesn't sting? Let it sit until it congeals into a waxy-like pad. It's slowly extracting the hairs by their roots as it shrinks away from your skin."

Five minutes passed. The gel had hardened and could be peeled off like silly putty. As it was, hair came off with it, embedded in the wax-like substance. Everywhere it had touched was totally free of hair. "The best part is that the hair has been taken out below the skin, so stubble takes a week to appear."

Sally was rubbing her hand over Valerie's bare cunt, drawing gasps from the naked woman. "Five times. This is going to be hard."

"Yes, it is. More so because I'm going to take you to the edge and beyond. You'll have to fight to not cum tonight. Are you ready?"

"No, but I don't want to wait either."

"Go lie down on your bed and wait. Where do you keep your toys?"

"In the bottom dresser drawer in my room."

Sally stripped herself and folded her clothes on the couch. In Valerie's room, she found the toys and selected rope and a butt plug. "Do you have to go?" At her shake, she sat down and tied Val's hands together and then tied the end of the rope to the head of the bed. Valerie's legs were tied together at the knees and ankles. "Any pinching or tingling like your hands or legs are going to sleep?" Another shake and Sally lubed the plug and Valerie's asshole. Her fingers probed in until they popped past the pressure that resisted penetration. Prying her cheeks apart with one hand, the other slowly pressed the plug into Val's small hole. Val was moaning at the pressure and gasping as the plug passed inside, locking into place.

Sally lay down beside her, rolling Val onto her side. One hand snaked under her body and the other reached over the top, resting against the bare, wet pussy. "No tenderness tonight, no gentle caresses. I'm just going to rape you with my hand until you're on the verge of cumming, five different times. Are you scared?"

"Yes."

"Of me?"

"No."

Sally's hand plunged three fingers into the well lubricated cunt, turning that last no into a gasp of pleasure. "Of failing Master?"

"Yes. Oh, God, that feels good."

"You're not going to fail. You can do this. It'll be the hardest thing I've made you do, but I know you can."

Sally's other hand pinched Valerie's nipples as she spooned against the helpless woman. Valerie was climbing the heights of arousal quickly; the sensations reinforced by knowing how much the one inflicting them loved her. Sally's hands were relentless, caress, plunge, pinch, and flick. Valerie was gasping as she was overcome by pleasure.

"Mistress, it's so good, please don't stop. Take me to the edge. Give me everything."

"I will, love. Let me hear you. I want to hear every moan, every gasp, every iota of your pleasure and your frustration. And, Valerie, I won't stop unless you ask me to. If you don't ask me to stop, you'll cum and disobey. Do you understand?"

"Oh, God, please don't stop. I do. You won't stop before I want you to."

"And once you ask, I decide when."

"Please, Mistress, don't make me fail, I don't want to fail."

"I won't take you farther than you can handle, once you ask me to stop, but I will make you work, struggle, and cringe from it."

Sally kissed Valerie's neck as the assault continued. Valerie, wanting to give her Master all she could , asked for Sally to keep going, farther and farther, until she felt the climax just on the horizon. "Please, Mistress, I'm almost there. Stop please, don't make me cum."

"A little farther love. A little closer. You can do it."

Sally rubbed and thrust, driving Valerie even closer to the dreaded and hoped for climax. Valerie was taking deep breaths, holding them and releasing, tensing her body against the tidal wave that threatened to engulf her. Valerie pled over and over, horrified of cumming and craving it at the same time.

Sally felt a brief spasm in Valerie's cunt and pulled her hand away suddenly as Valerie let out a long wailing "Nooooooooo!" tensing, afraid that the slightest movement would push her over the edge that she was precariously balance on.

"That's it, step back, gently, and let it move out of reach. I know it's hard. Cry. Let yourself mourn its loss." 

Val cried with huge sobs as she descended from those heights; that coveted orgasm sliding out of reach. Between the sobs, she whispered, "Thank you, Mistress, thank you for stopping."

As the two women, one helpless, one in control, rested for the next assault, Sally brought her fluid covered hand up for Valerie to lick clean. She held her lover tight, letting her bask in the safety of a dominant's embrace. Valerie felt those arms about her and snuggled in closer, wanting them there always.

After five minutes, Sally asked, "Are you ready for round two?"

"Yes, Mistress. Please drive me towards orgasm again."

"Same as before. I won't stop if you don't ask me too."

"Yes, Mistress. Please start, make me feel good."

The hands returned to their torturous duties, resurrecting the dead climax and sending Valerie on another wild ride back towards it. The woman's pussy, bathed in its own juices was easily penetrated. Sally added Val's clit this time, her thumb rubbing against it constantly. Valerie could not believe how fast it was approaching this time. Sally silently plunged Val headlong towards the impact with relentless pressure.

Terrified, Valerie cried out, "Stop, Mistress, I'm too close, I can't stop."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Mistress," she sobbed.

"Then shhh, I'll stop in time." Sally's hand moved from breast to mouth, gently covering as she continued to fuck Valerie's cunt with her hand. Valerie felt the orgasm lurching towards her, sobbing in fear of failure. Grasping to her trust like a lifeline, she tensed and waited, tears flowing freely, the sensations building, climax nearing, nearing, almost there and then it stopped. Sally's hand pulled out and Val rested on the razor edge of cumming.

"Let the air out, breathe, nice and slow. You're safe. You can get away."

"Oh, God, I don't want to get away, I want it so bad."

"But you will let it go, won't you?"

"Yes, Mistress, I will."

"Go ahead and cry. It's a hard thing you're doing. Every fiber of your being wants to embrace it, make it yours. But your Master, the one you swore to obey, says no, so you let it go. You deny yourself to please him. Focus on him, Master."

Once again, the orgasm retreated, almost asking, "Why?" as it left. Valerie's tears didn't stop. The woman she loved gently wiped them away, kissing the back of her neck. Sally whispered into her ear. "I love you, Valerie. I love that you've given me this, that you trust me so much. I won't let you down. We'll go to the edge together and come back together. I love you so much. You don't have to say anything, just immerse yourself in the sensations, my love, and trust that I'll stop in time. I won't let you disobey Master, even it you beg me, so let whatever you feel out. You ready?"

"Yes, Mistress. I love you, Mistress."

The caresses started again. This time, Sally didn't penetrate Valerie at all, but caressed her outer pussy and breasts. Valerie cried at the contact, wanting it so bad, knowing the orgasm wouldn't come, no matter how much she begged. Her breath heaved in and out, exhaustion creeping up on her. She wondered how Sally had known, had known that Valerie didn't have the strength to ask her to stop this time. She pressed against the naked body behind her and rode the roller coaster that she'd been strapped into. She could smell both herself and Sally, realizing that Sally, too, was going without release.

Embracing what her Mistress was giving her, she cried softly and accepted the feelings, opening herself up to whatever came. The climax was relentless, approaching with a slowness this time that was as frustrating as letting it go unfulfilled. Slowly, oh so slowly, Valerie climbed the ladder of pleasure, each rung a hard won battle. As the last rung was within reach, Val just feeling it in her grasp, Sally stopped. The ladder collapsed, taking with it any hope of that blessed event. Valerie wailed a long cry of despair. Knowing it would be taken away made it no easier to have it taken away.

"Two more love, only two more, then we can relax and sleep. Can I have two more?"

"Yes, Mistress. Take them; make them yours and Master's. I want you to have them. But it's so hard. I can't do it alone. Please help me."

"Of course, love, that's why I'm here. I'll help you. You want to beg for an orgasm, don't you?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, I want it so bad."

"Then beg, beg without ceasing this time. I'm going to say no, but I want to hear my little one beg for it."

The hand returned and, freed to beg without fear, Valerie gave vent to all the desire, longing and frustration she had built up through three near misses. She pleaded and begged, wailing her desire out. She made promises, demanded release, everything that came to her she said, giving vent to her desires. All the while, those fingers fucked her pussy and Sally whispered "No," over and over again in some fashion. "No, you can't." "Master said not to." "No, you're still being punished."

As Sally sensed the climax very near, she asked, "Do you want it? Shall we defy Master? What do you want?"

"Cum! I want to cum. Let me cum, please!"

"No," Sally whispered, removing her hand for the fourth time.

"Oh God, it hurts so much. I can't take it anymore. Please let me cum, Mistress." Valerie was beyond tears, the sobs coming deep from her heart. Sally held her tightly, absorbing the sobs as her own, sharing with her own tears the despair that her submissive was feeling. "Mistress, why are you crying?"

"Because you are. I can feel how much you're trying and how much it hurts. You're making me so proud. There's only one more. We're going even farther this time. I'm going to send you over the edge and snatch you back before you fall. Can you do it? Can you let me pull you out of your cum at the moment it starts?"

"Mistress, I'm so scared. What if I don't let you?"

"Then you'll fail Master."

Valerie trembled at the thought, failing Master. She never wanted to let that happen again. But she wanted to be more than she was now, to give him more. Her voice cracking, she whispered, "Snatch me back."

"Trust me."

Sally started again. This fuck was a violent assault on Val's pussy and clit. Sally propelled her arousal at light speed with a hand rape, not a true fuck. Valerie's clit was exposed and subject to constant stimulation. Before she knew it she was at the precipice and not slowing. Over the edge. Valerie's pussy quivered, her body began to shake as the orgasm she so wanted and hated burst upon her, uncontrolled. Crying out in despair at failure and ecstasy, it jerked away as a massive pain sank into her shoulder. The cum that had just started ended with an abruptness that hit Valerie like a bucket of cold water.




Valerie Ch. 06



She came to her senses with Sally's teeth sunk deep into her shoulder, the pain of the bite, the gun that killed the climax aborning. Overwhelmed, she cried out, "Red light! Red light!" 

The teeth released and Sally began to withdraw. "No! Please hold me. I need you to hold me."

The warmth and love of that lover's body returned, holding her tightly yet with gentleness. Valerie cried, unable to give voice to the incredible love and trust she was feeling. Her Mistress had promised she wouldn't cum and had kept that promise, driving her to the edge and beyond while keeping it. 

"Mistress, hold me please, hold me while I sleep. I can't be alone; I can't take being alone tonight."

"I don't want to be alone either. I'll never leave you, Valerie. We've found each other and we'll never be alone again."

The two fell asleep like that. The bound woman in the protective embrace of the free woman, each secure in their place in the world. They dreamt of each other, of drowning in an immense love to be reborn into a better place that could not be imagined or described. Their souls shared a contact that many would go to their deaths ignorant of. It's too bad that they never shared the dreams, for they would've known then that they shared identical ones. But other signs of their joining would be evident in the future.





Valerie Ch. 07







Valerie Ch. 07



The timer, set for another 90 minutes, counted down relentlessly, neither speeding up in sympathy nor slowing down in cruelty. Time dragged on, the only movement being the heaving of her chest as the tears became sobs whose voice was stifled. She remained silent and still, not so much by force of will, but by force of indecision. She couldn't choose between secret obedience and secret defiance, and thus chose obedience by default.

The timer dinged and she cried out, her heart wrenching, "Oh Master, I'm coming to you, I'm coming to you." She tore the blindfold off and ripped the bathing suit in her haste to rejoin her Master. Shedding her shoes as she went, she crawled upstairs and to the lounge, her leash dragging between her hands and feet, her tears transformed into those of joy. Master and her fellow submissives were seated in their usual places. She reached Charles' chair and kissed his feet.

"Master, I…"

"No. Shhhh. Do not tell me." At her visible confusion, he explained, "This test was for you, not for me. In here," pointing to her heart, "you know, 'I was obedient in this hardest thing,' or, 'I failed in this hardest thing.' Treasure this knowledge, whichever it was. Obedience in this will be a source of strength. In the future, you can tell yourself, 'I was still when it hurt to be so, I can do this.' Failure will become an impetus for the future, 'I failed him in something he knows not, I refuse to fail him in this,' you will tell yourself. The power of this test to you will come from the fact that, 'Master does not know.' Now, choose. You may have pain or pleasure tonight. Which shall it be?"

She looked about the room, trying to get a sense of what they and Master would prefer, but found those frustrating poker faces again. Pleasure was so tempting, having been without orgasm for so long. That was the key, she decided, the pleasure was a temptation. "Master, I choose pain," she said with a shudder.

"Then pain it shall be. But first, is there something important you wish to tell all of us?" His gaze went back and forth between her and Sally.

Not sure how he knew, Valerie looked at Sally as if to ask, "Shall I, or do you want to?" A small motion from her lover indicated that Val was on the spot, not Sally. "Master, fellow submissives, I am deeply and madly in love with Mistress Sally, as she is with me. I have asked her to be with me for all time and she has said yes."

Just making the announcement prompted a return of those wonderful feelings of love and acceptance that they had shared one whole day ago. Sally rose and lifted her to her feet, embracing her and kissing her passionately. The others surrounded the couple, offering their congratulations at their finding each other.

Surmi had an idea. "Master, we should have a handfasting for them. Join them in a ceremony to announce their love in some public way."

"Surmi, I think you're right. What about you two lovebirds? Do you want to declare your love for each other, publicly?"

Sally looked excited. "Master, I'd love to. I even know what I'd like to do, if Valerie is okay with it. Can we have a moment to talk?"

"By all means. The rest of you. In honor if this love, the rest of the night is for Sally and Valerie. I took the liberty of reserving three private rooms at Mephisto's for you if you wish to play more. Tomorrow, Valerie will be yours for the day. I have work issues to deal with. It seems that a certain snack company is facing a reversal of fortunes and there's a small window of opportunity for my firm that cannot wait until Monday. Sunday is a private day between Valerie and myself. Enjoy yourselves."

Off to the side, Sally was talking to Valerie. "Val, do you see yourself as my submissive as well as lover?"

"Oh yes, Mistress, I want both relationships."

"I want that too, but I still want to be Master's."

"Oh God, I would never give that up."

"How would you like to declare our love for each other, your submission to me, my domination of you and our mutual submission to Master, publicly in Mephisto's?"

"I…can we do that?"

"Yes, I think we can. It's auction night in two weeks at Mephisto's. Before the auction, we stage a public scene where I take your submission as a profession of love between us, taking you to your limits. Then, Master, if he is willing, personally auctions us after we publicly renew our submission to him. What does Valerie think of Sally's plan?"

"Oh, Sally, it's wonderful. We should each plan something the other doesn't know about, sort of a handfasting present. I'll give you some special submission that, I hope, you won't expect; you take something from me that I'm not expecting to give."

"And I will extract something from the two of you that I've never taken from your before." Master added, having heard the end of the plan. "I think that'll make a wonderful ceremony. The crowd at the club will love it. Most players are romantics at heart and will be thrilled to know that two players have found happiness. And I expect something from you two that you've never given me before."

"Yes, Master."

"Now, Sally. In this private celebration of your love for each other, this night is for the two of you. Valerie has chosen pain for tonight. That's all she will receive. Do you wish to join her in pain or join me in giving her pain?"

"I love her so much, Master. I would do anything for her. Can I ask her which she prefers?"

"No, you must choose what you want."

Taking a deep breath, she answered, "In that case Master, I'll share her pain."

Valerie hugged her partner, "Thank you so much, Sally. I so want to submit to Master tonight, just Master."

"I thought that would be the case. We're going to have so much fun!"

"Now, Sally, I think that someone here is a tad overdressed."

"Yes, Master, right away, Master." Sally stripped her clothes off like they were on fire. As Val had suspected, the pants had to be rolled down the legs. Sally was as naked as Valerie in 90 seconds flat.

"Now, go downstairs and wait for me beside the St. Andrew's cross."

The two women ran downstairs, giddy like little children about to play a favorite game. The cross held fond memories, being in the room where Valerie was first dominated by Sally.

"Sally, do you remember how scared I was when I asked you to deny me orgasms that day?"

"Yeah, you were trembling because you were so afraid of a woman sexually touching you. But I recall you said afterwards that you swallowed your safe word because you thought I wanted it so much. You want to know a secret?"

"What?"

"I did want it, I wanted to feel you afraid and aroused together. It's such a rush when I can get that from someone. I want to feel that in you again. Do you think it can happen again? You don't fear sex with me anymore."

"I don't know. If I think of something, I'll let you know. Or maybe I'll make that my gift to you, something that terrifies me."

"I love you."

"Okay girls, that's enough girl talk." Charles had walked in with a gym bag of toys. "I want you two on the cross, on opposite sides facing each other."

The two ladies obeyed. Charles first attached their cuffs to the hooks on the cross, locking their wrists and ankles in place. Rope was used to bind their elbows, knees and waists to the frame as well. From the bag he produced a curious contraption of his own design. Two penis gags had been sewn together. He placed each end into their mouths and strapped them behind their heads. This effectively silenced them and bound their heads together. Each had a rubber ball placed in their hands, which they gripped tightly, not wanting to let go.

Blindfolds were added, rendering them sightless. To their breasts, he attached nipple clips connected by chains, but instead of chaining the pairs of breasts on each girl together, he crossed them over to the other girl's breast. Thus Sally's and Valerie's right breasts were clipped together as were their left breasts. They would soon discover that when one flinched, the other would feel the pain in her breast as well.

Charles was looking forward to seeing how they handled their limits. He had only seen lovers whipped together once before and then their close proximity to one another had broadened their individual limits, as if each drew strength from the other without weakening either one. If that happened here, he knew he might not be able to reach their combined limit. He was eager to see if his theory was correct.

From the storage table, he got two long-lashed cats, one for each hand. He usually used double whips to whip one person's front and back at the same time, but the effect would be similar here. He brushed the lashes across their backs, letting them feel what was to come. Then he stood back and waited, letting them stew for a minute or two. He noticed that they had taken advantage of his not tying their wrists to reach as far as they could over the edge of the cross and link their fingers in the hands that were empty, not quite able to hold hands.

Valerie was calm, the waiting not a burden this time. She could feel Sally's fingers, lightly interspaced with her own. She could hear Sally breathe and smell her body, trapped so close to her own. Sally's presence was like an anchor, rooting Val in the present, not needing to worry about what was to come and when it would. Sally, also able to feel and sense her life partner's presence, found herself not worried about the level of pain or how long it would last. She knew Valerie had far more pain tolerance than she had, but could feel her own growing. She started to fidget, anxious to share this with Val.

The lashes started. Charles used a whirling motion that spun the whips in circles that hit each woman in turn. Valerie. Sally. Valerie. Sally. On the first few strokes, they jerked as they were hit, only to hear the other grunt as the nipple clamps pulled against their breasts. It did not take long for each one to lean into the cross as hard as they could and stiffen themselves against causing the other more pain. He slowly increased the tempo and force of his blows, driving them to near constant moans of pain in their gags.

Valerie was determined. She knew that every time she moved under the lash, she caused her lover pain. The thought tore at her and she stiffened like a board, holding firm against the movement that would inflict pain on the woman she loved. This had the effect of increasing the pain she felt, as the lashes struck hardened muscles, not yielding tissue. In much the same way that an oak breaks and a blade of grass bends, Valerie put herself in greater pain for Sally's sake.

Sally knew instinctively that she couldn't remain stiff and take much of the whipping they were getting. She, instead, pulled against the rope binding her and pressed herself so hard against the cross that she left indentations from it on her skin. By doing so, her jerks were not enough to pull the chains tight, sparing Valerie that extra ration of pain. This did cause the force of the whips to inflict pain on both sides of her body, not just her back.

Their concern for each other, ironically, kept both women out of the zone, that place where the submissive can sublimate the pain to a nearly pleasurable sensation by focusing on the pleasure it is giving their dominant. In spite of this, they endured twenty minutes of the whips before Charles stopped to make changes.

The gags and clamps were removed and each woman was released, turned around and rebound facing out. He added a hood over each of their heads, leaving the blindfolds inside the hoods. The two hoods had long collars that covered their entire neck area; protecting that sensitive area from damage from the whips (he knew that with two whips, his accuracy would be a little off). These hoods were also of a special design, each having eyelets along the back, allowing him to lace the two hoods together, making an artificial Siamese twin. Taking a double headed dildo with a flexible joint, he stuffed one end into each of their asses, using generous amounts of lube. Charles took a careful look at the red marks on Sally's front side, making sure none were more serious than a mild whip mark.

As he backed off, he told them, "You have permission to talk to each other. But, you may not ask me for mercy." He went to the intercom at the far end of the room and, speaking too low for them to hear, asked that a meal be brought down and left outside the door of the room.

While they waited, the two talked.

"Sally, how are you doing?"

"Other than my back is killing me, I'm great."

"Oh, please don't make me laugh, it only hurts when I laugh…and breathe…and talk…and do almost anything else."

"Why pain, after a week of no orgasms?"

"The pleasure felt like a temptation, so I resisted it. Wish you were on the other side of the whips yet?"

"No! We're in this together, to the end. You know what I do wish?"

"What?"

"That you could be on the other side of them. I so want to submit to you like you submit to me."

"I can't Sally, I just can't," she whispered, crying at being unable to give her lover something she desired.

"Don't. It's okay. I shouldn't have asked. That's a safe word issue for you. Forget about it."

Valerie wouldn't forget about it. She remembered Mike, giving up for her, suffering for her. He had wanted children and she was infertile. At the time, she couldn't accept adoption, taking a child that wasn't hers. He'd never pressed her, giving up a dream for her sake. She wished she knew how to give that much of herself to Sally, to suffer for what her lover wanted so badly.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the return of the whips, striking each in turn, much as before. With their mouths free, each was able to give free reign to the pain that struck them over and over again. Both were crying almost immediately, torn at the screams of pain uttering from each one. As each blow hit, their bodies were shoved into one another, forcing the artificial cocks deeper into their asses and back. Their asses were being fucked by the whipping of their bodies.

Charles had not started softly this time, hitting them with full strength from the first blows. While Valerie was screaming in pain, her screams were cathartic, pushing her past the pain of each individual stroke. But, while Sally started at that level of scream, hers became more and less. More intense and desperate, less a release than a declaration of agony. She felt her limit approaching but wanted to go beyond it, to let Valerie have the intensity she wanted and could take.

Valerie heard the difference and was fearful that Sally was going to do just what she was doing, ignoring her safe word limit for Val's sake.

"Sally, it's too much for you, safe word," she cried in between her screams.

"No. I can take it. You deserve your limit."

"Damn it, it's my limit, not yours. Safe word or I will!"

"Don't you dare! I can handle it, I can han…" at which point, Sally lost coherency, screaming and sobbing uncontrollably. She had passed her limit and couldn't even get her safe word out.

Valerie's cry of, "red light" and Charles' cessation came at the same instant.

"It's not for me, Master, it's for Sally. Let her down please, let her down."

"I know Valerie, I know. She'll be all right." Charles took Sally down from the cross, carrying her to the toy table and lying her down on a cleared off spot. The woman was shivering, her body having a nervous reaction to the overload. He took Valerie down as well telling her, "She needs you. Comfort her; let her know it's all right, that you're there."

Valerie went to her lover and held her, the pain from her beating seemingly not noticeable. "Sally, I'm here, we're together. I love you, girl, I'll never leave you."

The shaking woman, sobbing with grief babbled, "I'm so sorry, I ruined it. I tried to keep up, I thought I could. Don't hate me. I tried, I tried."

"Shhhh. You silly sub. You don't have to be the same as me to have my love. You have to be you. Don't you ever go past your limits for me. You can deal pain better than I can, I can take pain better than you can. We complement each other; we don't have to be identical. I love you the way you are."

"I still want to join you in your pain tonight, but I don't want to hold you back."

Charles had come over. "Sally, your limits will not hold her back. If you had used your safe word, only your pain would have stopped, Valerie would have gone on to her limit. That's what you want, isn't Valerie, to go to your limit in play instead of punishment?"

"Yes, Master. I love going to my limit, seeing where it's moved to. I guess I'm a safe word junkie."

"As long as you use your safe word, there's nothing wrong in that. How are you feeling now, Sally?"

"Better. I don't think I can handle any more pain tonight though. I don't think I understood just how far out there Valerie's limit was. I wish I could share her pain more, but I can't."

"Actually, Sally, I think you can," Charles said, "We just need to think of sharing in a different light. I want you two to go to the recovery room and take a 15 minute break. Then meet me at the stocks. I've thought of something special for the two of you."

The two women went to the recovery room and Valerie made sure that Sally lay down on the bench while she rubbed baby oil into her sore and abused body. Sally was moaning in pleasure as Valerie's hands kneaded the knots out of her muscles.

"I thought I was going to be the one who had issues with using her safe word. What were you thinking?"

"I just didn't want to ruin it for you. You seem to thrive on the intensity from the pain."

"Sally, you could never ruin it for me. And it's not the pain; so much as it's the pushing. Everything I do at work is so controlled, never too much, carefully planned to sell the product or whatever. With Master, you, and the others, I can let go, see how far I can push myself. I just love finding the boundary and seeing if it will give just a little this time. Master allows me to do that. So do you. Knowing it's something he enjoys too makes something that is fun, simply wondrous and erotic. That's why I love that I have so many who will use me. Each takes me places that I don't go with others. I don't think anyone could take me as close to orgasm and pull me back like you do. What's the best part for you?"

"I just love the mind games. That's why I'll disobey on purpose sometimes. The anticipation of punishment or intense play is almost as good at the play itself. Once Master took one hour to deliver just 25 lashes to me. I was blindfolded and gagged, and could hear him playing games with me. He would run the whip across my back or legs, letting me know that it was there, ready to whip me. The waiting, for each stroke, it was a high that was so intense. I was close to cumming just from waiting for the strokes. I know that waiting drives you mad, but for me, the waiting is a more intense thrill than the whipping itself."

"I shudder at just the thought having to wait minutes between strokes. I swear I'd safe word in by the time I was waiting for the fifth stroke. What's the best part of dominating for you?"

"Feeling the fear and the trust roll off of my submissive. When someone is frightened of what I am doing or might do, yet still gives me the trust to allow that terror to come from me, I practically melt inside. You do that for me so well. Last night, I could feel the terror of disappointing Master when I told you I was going to send you over the edge and pull you back. You let me do that anyway, not knowing yourself if it was even possible. When a sub gives you a gift that great, it's a wondrous feeling." She sat up, placing her hand on the bite mark from the previous night, looking on Valerie with deep affection, "I know that you'd give me anything I ask for, in and out of a scene, and that's so precious to me. From the moment you gave me your dignity so that I could keep mine at dinner, I was doomed to fall in love with you, a doom I would have chosen in a heartbeat if I'd been given a chance."




Valerie Ch. 07



"Sally, I want to give you everything you can take, and more. I want to give you things you don't even think you can have, more than you believe possible. I think my limits with you are greater than with Master, somehow. I never want to leave him, but I want where you can take me and let me go, too. And…I want to find a way to accept your submission as well. I know you want to give me that, and I will find a way to be able to accept it. I just don't see how yet."

"When you're ready, and not a minute sooner. Uh oh, we're going to be late. We'd better hurry."

They rushed out to the dungeon and the stocks. Master was waiting with a fair amount of bondage equipment set aside next to it.

"You do push the limits. 15 minutes, exactly. Girl talk?"

"No Master, sub talk."

"I won't ask. Sally, you're going into tight bondage. Valerie, you'll be in the stocks. Once you're both bound, I'll let you know what's going to happen for the rest of the night. Valerie, how are your pain limits feeling?"

"Really big, Master. I feel like I could go for hours."

"You'll have that chance."

"Sally, your ability to wait will be pushed to the limits as well."

First, she was put into a corset, laced up tight so that her breathing was forced to be shallow and her breasts were pushed up, creating an illusion of fullness even greater than when she picked Val up. Arm binders were put over Sally's arms, laced up tighter than she had been done before. The laces pulled her arms together, behind her, above the elbow. Her legs got a similar treatment, squished together by two one piece leggings that could be laced to be very tight, leaving only her knees uncovered. Her wrists were connected to her ankles by a strap, arching her back and presenting her breasts even more prominently. Charles waited a few minutes, making sure that Sally could breathe enough to be safe. Then he put a head mask on her, leaving the eyes and mouth uncovered. Her head was pulled back by another strap that was attached to the top of the arm binder. Making sure she could still breathe properly, he then placed her so that she was looking directly up at the head hole on the stocks.

"Sally, are you in any pain? You're going to be like this for some time. Be absolutely sure you can breathe without difficulty."

"No, Master, there is no pain. Breathing is a bit of a struggle. Can I have a couple more inches of slack in the arm/leg tie?"

Charles loosened the connection between the wrists and the ankles. "How's that?"

"Better, Master. I still need to use effort, but it's quite doable."

"Okay, Valerie, let's get you fixed up." First, a gag was put into her mouth. This was reinforced by several loops of medical tape wrapped around the gag, totally sealing her mouth, preventing all but the softest of sounds from escaping. He took care to leave two places where there was a gap between the gag strap and the tape, allowing scissors in easily. Then she was placed into the stocks, arms and neck resting in the padded holes as the top bar was lifted into place, trapping her in place. Her legs were locked into the lower section of the stocks, forcing her feet four feet apart, exposing her pussy and ass helplessly. 

"Valerie, can you breathe okay? Be especially aware of how well you will be able to breathe through just your nose while you experience incredibly intense pain."

She thought a moment and made some tentative fast breathes through her nose. Fortunately, she wasn't prone to allergies and other common things that would block her nostrils. Once she was sure, she nodded, looking at Sally with affection. It dawned on both the submissives that they were unable to not look at each other's faces.

"Good. Here's how the scene will work. Sally, you want to share in the pain of your lover, but can't take the pain she can directly. So, instead, you will watch her suffer in pain, until she reaches her safe word limit. However, Valerie, you have a choice to make right now. This is your rubber ball. If you take it, you will be responsible for your own safe word. If you choose not to take it, then only Sally will be able to give your safe word for you. Do you understand?"

Valerie was stunned, but no more than Sally. Even with her vast experience in the lifestyle, she had never heard of a surrogate safe word. Sally was so frightened that Valerie would trust her that much. What if she went too far? What if she didn't go far enough? She wasn't sure she wanted this, this expression of love and trust. She wasn't sure she deserved it. Yet, she knew that had their positions been reversed, she would have trusted Valerie in a heartbeat with her safe word.

Valerie felt fear, true fear again. It tantalized her, taunted her with the possibility. If Sally didn't read her right, she could be propelled beyond what she was capable of, even as great as it was. Or Sally could stop too early, leaving her unfulfilled. Yet, as she looked into Sally's eyes, she knew that this was the woman she would trust with this if any was to be so trusted. She could see Sally wrestling with the thought, not wanting it, yet hoping it could be possible. Deciding, plunging into the deep end, she shook her head and closed her fists.

"You're refusing the ball?"

Valerie nodded.

"Valerie, are you sure? It's your safe word. You're giving me your safe word."

Eyes locking into Sally's, she nodded, slowly and deliberately.

"Are you scared?"

Nod.

"Are you terrified?"

Nod.

"Me, too. How much do you want?"

Valerie tensed her body as if in orgasm then suddenly dropped the stiffness.

Sally understood. "Last night?"

Nod.

"The fifth time?"

Nod.

"Over the edge and back?"

Nod.

As Sally took in the depth of the trust that was being accorded her, she wept in joy and fear. "Total control, she's giving me total control. I can't let her down. I just can't," she thought to herself. She knew that nothing she had done as a submissive or a dominant would ever compare to what she was to do tonight. No scene would ever mean as much as this one would.

Her decision made, a peace came upon Valerie. She knew, in that place inside where surety lives, that Sally would give her exactly what she wanted, to be taken past her limits and pulled back from the precipice in the nick of time. Because Sally loved her that much and she loved Sally that much, they wouldn't let each other down.

Charles had left them to communicate while he set up on of the least used features of his dungeon. There were digital recorders set up to capture anything they wished to save for prosperity. Most of the time, no one felt it necessary. Tonight, he knew that something spectacular was coming, and that the others would want to see it. Once the video was running, he collected several implements of pain infliction and returned. For the camera, he repeated the instructions. "Now, Valerie, you have given your safe word to Sally. Only she can stop the beating. I will spank, whip and beat you until Sally says the safe word of 'red light'. Do you both agree to this situation?" Both ladies nodded.

Charles started with a paddle, swatting Valerie's ass cheeks over and over again, in a varied pace and with varied intensity. Relieved of the need to watch herself, Valerie became one with the pain, taking it in and making it her own. While the pain was intense (her ass had turned deep red after a short time) she was reveling in the pain, the fear only a background emotion for now.

Sally, looking her lover in the eyes, could see, under the pain, a contentment in Valerie. "She's already in the zone," she thought. She admired Valerie, the beauty that the spanking seem to bring out in her face as she moaned in pain, writhing in exquisite agony. Oddly, the thought most in her mind during this first phase was how much she wanted to be the one giving Valerie the spanking. Content for the moment, Sally took in the sight of the woman she loved, existing in the place she loved to be in.

For 15 minutes, the blows from the paddle came down on Valerie's ass. Charles counted them to himself, reaching a little over 100. It was as he expected. Valerie seemed more at ease with the blows themselves than with the spacing. When he let 10 to 15 seconds pass between a pair of blows, she was visibly restless for the next. He would have gone further with the paddle, but wanted to make sure to avoid inadvertent injury. In his experience, much more from the wooden instrument ran the risk of causing even the well padded ass to experience permanent bruising.

Setting the paddle down, he pickled up the crop, intending to spend some time with other portions of her body. In the short time that he spent switching instruments, the women communicated.

"Valerie, how are you doing? Are you having fun yet?"

Valerie nodded vigorously.

"You're not even close are you?"

She shook her head.

"Enjoy. I'll pull you out at the last possible second."

More vigorous nodding that was interrupted by the swish of the crop landing on her legs. Where the paddle had been varied in strength and timing, Charles varied the crop by location, but kept up a steady beat as he circled her body from left side to behind to right side and back. Swish…swish…swish…swish… Thighs. Calves. Between the legs. Upper back. Breasts. Arms. Little red commas appearing across her body with each little swat that impacted her. Tears were being forced out of her eyes. It wasn't that the impacts were particularly painful in and of themselves, but they stung in their unpredictability.

It was this uncertainty that made the first change in Valerie's demeanor. She could absorb the spankings with grunts and moans, even with the unevenness in the timing. That was simply waiting for the blow on the ass that she knew was coming. Every stroke sent her lurching to one side or the other as she was totally unable to anticipate where the next impact was going hit. The lighter hits of the crop actually produced even greater intensity on her emotions. Fear was returning to the forefront as she began to fear the hits, or more precisely, her inability to predict them.

Sally saw the change and was drawn in closer. She knew that, for Valerie, the fear was a double edged sword. It was a powerful stimulation for her, causing her to ask for the things she feared, such as being forced into lesbian sex, at least at first. That was why she endured the lack of control last night, the thought that Sally might miscalculate and give her a forbidden orgasm. But the fear was one of her limits. There was a level of fear she couldn't stand any more. Sally could see the fear in Valerie's eyes, along with the trust that radiated between the two. This was what Sally wanted so badly, the fear and trust, a sweet blend of emotion that one could revel in.

She risked a word, "Valerie?"

Valerie heard the unasked question and shook her head to say no, not yet, I want more, I want to give him, and you, more.

"I'm here, Val, I'll always be here."

Charles observed the exchange, marveling at how well these two women, who had known each other for a mere three weeks, could communicate with so little. He suspected that in a year, no words would be needed, so well would they know one another. He kept up the pattern for another 15 minutes. Her punishment at Mephisto's had lasted just under an hour. He believed that Valerie and Sally would exceed that by a significant margin.

With Valerie's body covered with red marks from the crop, he stopped again to change implements. Sally took another opportunity to reassure Val.

"I'm here Val, I'll always be here. We'll do this together. You'll never be alone in this." Sally was unsure in her own mind whether she was talking about the scene or their lives. Her heart seemed to want to say more than could be said with words alone. She watched Valerie, her chest bellowing as she took in great quantities of air, filling a need that steadily grew. Perspiration covered her body, rolling down and dripping onto the floor. Surprisingly, Sally could see that Val was very aroused. Her skin was flushed and her nipples were erect. Only Charles could see her pussy, and it too, was wet, her pussy fluids mixing with her sweat to run down her legs.

Charles had a water bottle and stuck the straw into Valerie's mouth, twisting it past the tape. "Drink slowly; you're losing a lot of fluids." Little rivulets of water made it into her mouth and down her throat. It's not easy to swallow with a gag in, but it can be done. Three minutes of relief as she drank a pint of water. Charles knew that she would be thirsty as all get out when they were finished, but the immediate need had been taken care of. Sally got some water as well, having nowhere near the difficulty drinking.

Throwing the water bottle aside, Charles resumed the whipping with a cat. He chose one with wide lashes to reduce the ability to cut skin, especially since he was including the lower back in his target zone, with its lack of fatty flesh and near surface proximity of vital organs like the kidneys. This time, everything was predictable. He moved slowly up her legs, across her ass, along her back to her shoulders and back down again. He made the progression of strength behind each blow predictable as well. Light on the lower calves, increasing up to the ass, then light again against the back. This was not to say that it didn't hurt. The previous work and the brief rest had sensitized the nerves, leaving Valerie especially vulnerable to intensity.  

All Valerie could do now was to feel the pain, the desire to please Master and the trust of Sally and let them balance against each other. And a balancing act it was. The pain was so bad; she thought she would never be able to stand it. If it had only been Sally or Charles, she would have stopped it. With both of them involved in their own way, her feelings for the two combined had increased by more than the sum of the two. Her tears flowed freely and her groans of pain were constant. Yet she endured, in fact, more than simply endured.

Sally watched, feeling for the first time, pain in her heart at a sub absorbing pain. She knew she could stop it with a word, save her friend from this torment. She knew that Valerie would never condemn her for it either. But one look into Valerie's face and she knew she couldn't do it. Val was unaware of it, but she was raising herself to meet the blows as they came. She was in that zone, where the pain becomes a goal to be reached, not a suffering to be endured. No matter how much she hurt inside to see this, she wouldn't take this precious gift from Valerie. Some submissives never reach this state, able to seek their fear out and embrace it. "I wonder if this is how Valerie felt when she was tormented by punishing me? If this is a taste of that, I'll never ask that of her. It's almost too much to bear for someone with her caring and fragile heart."

Charles saw the rising up too and knew that he was part of something special. As he continued, he watched for two things: signs of real injury (he was going long enough that that was a real danger), and for when she stopped rising to meet the blows. He wanted to delay her safe word enough to give her a new, incredibly intense experience this night. 

For a full half hour, Valerie lifted her ass, her back, and her legs to meet the blows that came down on her. As soon as she failed to rise, he stopped. In the silence that followed while he changed instruments one last time, he could hear the cries of the two women. Sally's were soft, the cries of sympathy that a helpless observer would experience. Valerie's were deep and racking, for all they were muffled by her gagging. These were the cries of someone in great pain, yet unwilling to stop the pain, cries designed to push oneself a little longer.

Charles pulled out a cane. Of all his toys this was one of the only two he did not think of as a toy. Only the bull whip was more prone to causing accidental injury. Ironically, most cane injuries are from novice Doms with weak upper body strength. It was because the cane gets all its power, not from the strength of the wielder, but from the leverage it is allowed to have. The thin rod of wood, usually less that an inch in diameter, could rip flesh in the hands of a large child, if that child wielded it like a baseball bat. Those with strength understood the danger instinctively, even if they had the wrong reasons for thinking it dangerous. 

Charles stood behind Valerie, not letting her see what was coming. He did make sure that Sally did. "Master!" she whispered, stunned at seeing the cane, used maybe once a year (usually when Surmi wanted especially intense punishment), about to be used on a sub in her third week of submission. She understood why she was shown this. The time would come soon. She'd seen no one, not even the pain slut, Surmi, take more than seven blows from the cane before being overwhelmed.

"Valerie! Open your eyes! Don't close them, no matter what!" Sally needed to see into Valerie's heart and soul, to see the line as it passed over her friend.

The blows landed from the short distance three feet above her ass (the safest place for caning). The first one shocked Valerie out of her zone. This was pure, raw, unadulterated pain. No trust, no desire, simply pain in all its harsh cruelty. As the second blow landed, Valerie's eyes pleaded, "Make it stop!" 

As she heard the third blow land and the muffled scream of agony and terror erupt from Valerie's throat, Sally cried out, in anguish herself, "Red light! Red light! Red Light!" The cane hit the floor with a wooden clang. "Oh, Valerie, I'm so sorry! Too much, it was too much." Sally was crying unabashedly, the pain of watching her friend suffer pouring out of her.

Charles ungagged Valerie first, giving her a venue to express her pain and suffering. As she bawled her head off he released her from the stocks, holding her up as he started to help her to the recovery room.

She stopped him. "No, Sally. Want Sally. Take me to Sally please."

Setting Valerie on her knees next to Sally, he started the process of releasing the submissive from her bonds. As he did, Valerie hugged what she could reach of her friend, comforting Sally, ignoring her own pain. "Sally, it's all right. You did well. You let me get off the edge and pulled me back just before I fell."

"Pain, your were in such pain. I couldn't stand it."

"You and Master took me farther than I've ever gone before, more than I may ever go again. I wouldn't trade this for anything."

"I…I think I understand now, why…why you can't punish. It really hurts you more than being whipped does, doesn't it?"

Valerie could only nod at the memory of that inner pain. By now, both were free and helping each other to the recovery room.

"When I saw that cane come out, all I could think of was how much I wanted to switch places with you, to spare you that. I safe worded at one stroke, the only time I was caned. But I would've taken all three for you if I could have."

"I had no idea that such pain could exist. I may let you next time."

"Val, you have a lot of real welts. We need to wash you before we rest. It's going to sting a lot, but we don't want any infection."

"Somehow, I can't imagine panicking over some stinging. I certainly don't want to explain to Helen that I was infected because I wanted to avoid the sting of warm water and soap after this beating. That would be truly frightening."

They spent 30 minutes, lounging in the hot showers and then spent more time in the hot tub (though Valerie was unable to sit properly). As Sally's sore muscles uncramped from the tight bondage and the sting eased out of Valerie's welts, they moved from the hot tub to the couch where Sally applied some of that wondrous massage oil. While they were resting and talking of those small things that friends always seem to like talking about, Charles came in.




Valerie Ch. 07



"Sally, Valerie, I've been thinking about tomorrow, and I don't want either of you playing tomorrow. Valerie, your body needs to rest and heal. Sally, your emotions have gone through as much as Valerie's body. You may feel up to it, but you aren't. I've sent messages to the others, letting them know that they're on their own tomorrow. Until Sunday morning, when I expect Valerie back here, by herself, you're both forbidden to submit to or dominate anyone, including yourselves. Take some time for yourselves. You can stay here, go home, or even go out. Just be back here by 7:00 am Sunday, Valerie. And no, you can't participate, Sally. I will be gauging Valerie's public tolerances. Now, do you need anything?"

"Master, the only clothes I had when I came tonight are ripped up. Do you have spare clothes in the house for me?"

"Sally can show you where they are. Be sure you eat something. You've depleted your bodies tonight. You may both cum as often as you wish until Sunday. And Valerie, dress conservatively on Sunday, but don't expect to stay that way."

"Yes, Master."

After he left, Sally looked at Valerie. "What do you want to do tonight?"

"One. Raid the kitchen. As soon as the word food left his mouth I realized how hungry and thirsty I was. Two. Sleep. I'm exhausted. I just want to sleep in your arms like I did last night. Now tomorrow, I want to make mad passionate love to you at least once, or twice, or thrice, or… well you get the idea."

"I think I can manage to fulfill those fantasies, if you think you're up to it."

"Up to it? What, am I old now, you little witch?"

"Well gee, it's not even midnight and all you want to do with the naked woman sitting next to you is go to sleep."

"Oh you'll pay for that. We'll see how you like ten orgasms in a row."

"Oooo. I'm quaking in my boots."

"What boots? You're bare-assed naked!"

It took five minutes for the laughter to die enough that they could walk upstairs to a minor feast of meatloaf sandwiches, broccoli and carrots with ranch dressing, key lime pie and tall glasses of milk. Full and both feeling tired, they went upstairs to the bedroom that Valerie usually slept in on the weekends and fell asleep, the heavily marked lover spooned into the other, each safe in each other's embrace.





Valerie Ch. 07



They looked through the pictures, trying to find the perfect one. They decided on one that showed Valerie and Mike embracing, their faces turned towards the camera, each with a small smile that spoke of a comfortable enjoyment of one another. The photo was placed prominently in the front room, visible to anyone as they entered.

Sally was as good a cook as she was a lover. Shrimp Scampi, oven broiled steaks, homemade mashed potatoes and tossed salad. Afterwards, they sat on the couch, the digital cable turned to the soft sounds music channel, cuddling in silence. Valerie started crying again, a slow silent trickle of tears.

"What's wrong, Val?"

"I just miss him so much. I still love him so much, and I love you too, just as much. How can I love two people in the same way so strongly? Am I going to ruin us?"

"Val, you know what the really great thing about love is?" When Val shook her head, Sally continued, "There's always enough to go around. You love Mike because you always have. His death never changed that. You love me too, and it's not incompatible with your loving Mike. It's only when we are forced to choose by others that we have conflict. If Mike were alive today, I would never get between you, but I would still love you deeply and you would love me. Did your love for Francine ever get in the way of your marriage?"

"No. Mike knew it was different somehow."

"Actually, it wasn't. Would you have traded places with Mike that day?"

"Yes!" Val cried out. "I prayed I could for weeks."

"If you could, would you have traded places with Francine that weekend?"

"Yes, I would." There was no hesitation in Valerie's response.

"That's the same love for both. 'Greater love has no man than he should give his life for his neighbor.' You just expressed that love for each in different ways. That's why I'm not jealous of Francine. Loving her doesn't detract from your love for me."

"Sally, would you be okay with it if I submitted to Francine some time this week? I want to make sure she knows that our love won't change the new aspect to her relationship with me."

"I think that would be lovely. By all means do. I would submit to her as well, if she wanted. You trust her, so I do too."

"Thanks."

Valerie soon fell asleep on the couch, exhausted by the emotional strains of the day. Sally made sure her alarm was out and set for 5:00 again, remembering that she had to be at Charles' by 7:00. She herself slept in Valerie's bed, sleeping soundly in the smell of her lover.





Valerie Ch. 07



She got out of the car and entered the store. Thankfully, Sundays were slow and both Rachael and Giggy were there. Only Giggy was behind the counter. Rachael was standing next to it chatting to her partner. When they looked and saw her, Rachael grinned wide and hollered, "Valerie! It's so good to see you."

Running forward, she embraced Val, provoking a slight tensing in Valerie. Catching the movement, Rachael backed off a little. "Sorry, I forgot."

Valerie re-embraced, "No. It's all right. You were just being friendly."

"Look at you. I see you found a dominant." She observed, pointing to the still visible marks. "How did you get so many in such a short time? What's it been? Three weeks?"

"Almost four. It turns out I have a high pain tolerance, I think it's called. These are from Friday. We were celebrating and I was given the choice of pleasure or pain. I think you can tell what I chose. Anyway, I asked for a safe word scene."  

"You asked for a safe word scene? After only four weeks? You've made some Mistress or Master very happy. What were you celebrating?"

"I fell in love with one of my fellow subs who also dominates me sometimes. A woman. Sally."

"A woman? You? Have you gone bi on us kiddo?"

"Not quite. With her, it seems so right and natural. As you noticed, I still have issues with other lesbians. It's getting better though. Plus, I get off on being forced into it."

"I see. More common than you would think. Now, you come in here wearing only a bra, which tells me you're doing a public scene. What orders do you have?"

"I need to get everything on this list and wear the starred items out."

"Hand it over. You're in Rachael's hands now. We'll have that list filled in no time."

Rachael, who, it turned out, was not actually working, expertly guided Valerie through the maze of the store, helping her pick out items that were best suited for her. With the store empty except for another lesbian couple browsing the dildos and strap ons, Rachael cheated some and let Valerie try some of the items on for size (at least the ones that did not involve any potential of body fluids). In the back room, Rachael helped her change into the new outfit.

"So, how is it, playing in public?"

"Humiliating. Embarrassing. Arousing. I'm so hot. I mean, look how wet I am."

Once she was dressed in the outfit and looking in the mirror, she was stunned. Every mark and welt was covered up by something she was wearing. Yet, she was clearly on display, intended to turn on anyone seeing her. Nothing was revealed, yet everything was available. Almost like a hooker.

"God, this is making me even hotter. Master says I'm a slut. I think he's right."

"As long as you aren't saying that like it's a bad thing."

"No, I love being a slut. Oh, I almost forgot. Sally and I are going to have a handfasting ceremony at Mephisto's before the next auction, and then Master is going to auction us off as a pair. I'd love it if you two were there."

"Dear, wild horses couldn't keep us away. We'll switch days with someone if necessary."

Hugging Rachael, she said, "You two are the best. Without your help back then, I might still be trying to figure out if this was for me."

She paid for the purchases, catching Giggy up on what was going on and then went outside. At the car, she found that Charles had locked the doors. Her window was opened a crack, letting him be heard. "Put your bags in the trunk."

The trunk had been remotely opened, allowing her to put everything in it. Returning to the door, she asked, "Master, may I get in?"

"No. There is a bar called Murphy's twelve blocks down the street. You're to walk there. Once there, go inside and have yourself some lunch. I'll be joining you there at some point in time. I'll be punishing you inside the bar. If anyone tries to pick you up, you're to decline, saying that your girlfriend would not approve. At least twice while you're waiting for me, you're to masturbate without cumming. You may do it anywhere you wish. But I want you wet and desperate when I arrive."

"Master, how long will I be alone?"

"You won't be alone. A gay couple will be there, ready to intervene if anyone attempts anything beyond flirting. And before you ask, I won't tell you what your punishment is going to be."

"Thank you, Master. I'll see you in a while."

Valerie turned away from the car and walked onto the sidewalk. She felt incredibly sexy, walking down the street dressed in such a fashion. She was very aware of the looks she was getting. "I'm not going to need to masturbate to stay aroused. Just the walking was going to do that." About halfway to the bar, she realized Master's plan. She saw a couple women up ahead, dressed similarly to herself. They were hanging out on the corners. One was bent over to the window of a car, talking to the driver. "Oh my God. Hookers. I'm on a street frequented by hookers, dressed like a hooker." Valerie was horrified, humiliation crawling up her body until her face felt hot and tears were in her eyes. She didn't understand why this was affecting her so strongly. There was something inherently different in being mistaken for a prostitute from being thought of as an easy woman, or a slut. She would much rather have paraded through the park naked than walk down that street, assumed to be a hooker.

It didn't get any better inside Murphy's. Women like to go to bars about as much as men, that's true. It's also true that some bars draw less women customers than others (sports bars, for example). Murphy's is one of those bars that most women won't enter a second time. Perhaps it was the sign, prominently displayed over the bar that said, 'No tricks.' Perhaps it was the halo of prostitutes in front of the bar. It could even have been the oppressive aura of cigarette smoke and stale puke you had to pass through to get to the door. Whatever it was, Valerie had increased the number of women in the bar to one. Every eye turned and looked. If there were any customers who didn't undress her with their eyes, she could not spot them.

There were about a dozen men inside, Charles not one of them. Most were seated at tables in twos and threes. There was one pair playing pool, a wad of cash weighed down on the ledge by a chalk cube. Only one was sitting at the bar, at the right end. The barkeeper pointed at the sign without a word. The confirmation of everyone's assumptions forced a red hue into her face, the humiliation she had been feeling complete, or so she thought. She could feel tears in her eyes, threatening to run freely and add to the embarrassment. 

Moving in the hopes that the stares would stop, she walked to the left end of the bar, where it was darkest, and sat down. Looking at the handwritten menu on a small chalkboard, she figured the safest thing to have for lunch would be the chili. The bartender walked up.

"I haven't seen you here before, so a quick hit on the rules. If you aren't eating and drinking, you're out. If you turn a trick, you're out. Understood?"

"I'm not…"

His hand slapped the bar. "Don't go there. Do you understand?"

A tear ran down her cheek. "Yes," she answered meekly.

His voice softened a little, "I don't care what you do or whether you even do. But I won't lose my license over you. Now, what'll it be?"

"A…a bowl of chili and a bottle of Heineken?"

"Coming right up."

"Lady's room?"

"Back over there," he replied, pointing.

It took all her control to not run into the only safe feeling haven in the place. Leaning against the door, she let the tears that were brimming over out. The worst part for Valerie was the knowledge that Master wouldn't be here for at least 20 minutes. She figured that she would need that much time to obey the masturbate twice order. "Maybe being horny will help get through this," she thought. Pulling the front of her maid's skirt up, she caressed her pussy. Her natural lube was already there, left from the arousal she had felt earlier in Castle and the first part of the walk. Her body wasn't responding to her touch. She found nothing about the situation arousing. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine herself in Master's arms, being caressed by him. She tried rubbing her clit directly. Nothing worked. She wasn't having fun and couldn't get aroused. "I hope Master will understand."

She flushed one of the toilets and washed her hands to cover and went back out to the bar. Her chili and bottle were sitting on the bar, the beer unopened. One of the men had moved to a seat next to hers. She sat down and started on her chili. The bartender walked over and popped her Heineken open, leaving again. The chili was actually good and she'd never been disappointed with Heineken. 

As she had feared, the man spoke to her, "So missy, you up to a little fun?"

As she turned to respond, she realized just how brilliant Master's orders had been. She'd first thought that it would be humiliating to claim to be a lesbian. Instead, that claim was to be a shield to ward off unwanted advances. "I'm sorry," she said with the first smile since she had entered, "My girlfriend wouldn't approve."

The guy grabbed her arm and started to say, "What, you saying you're a…"

A huge hand came up, seemingly out of nowhere, wrapped itself completely around the jerk's wrist and squeezed, hard. A voice with a Jim Neighbors high-pitched squeak said, "I think the lady said no. Which part do you need explained, the N or the O?"

The guy let go, cringing, eyes watering, pleading, "Owwwww. Okay, Lee, okay. God damn, let go."

"What's the problem?" The bartender had walked over, wanting to prevent trouble.

Lee, the owner of the giant hand, laughed, "No problem. Just helping Bill with an English translation issue. Had trouble with no."

"Let him go, Lee. Bill, perhaps you should head home now."

"Sure. Right. Good idea."

Like a parting of the red sea, the area around Valerie was once again empty, as all three men moved off to what they were doing. While she was still mortified to be here, dressed like she was, the aura of danger that had loomed over her was gone. She had not even recognized the fear mixed in with the extreme humiliation, but with it gone, she was able to stifle the urge to run in panic. When she had finished her chili, she signaled the barkeep and asked for a refill (it was really good chili). She was nursing the beer since she was technically in a scene. Helen's admonition against playing and drugs, she assumed, included alcohol.

She took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and try to arouse herself again. This time she was more successful, with the buried fear of true rape settled. As she fingered her pussy lips, she produced lubricant again, the aroma of her sex filling her nose. Now when she imagined Master bending her over a table and taking her from behind, it had the desired effect. Her nipples hardened and her breath came in shorter gasps. Her cunt demanded filling, a need she left unfulfilled. After a few minutes, she stopped, feeling very wet and desperate. She washed her hands and flushed one of the toilets again.

Back out in the bar, she was still stared at, but not approached. She had the impression that if she left now, she would be followed by someone wanting to employ her services. Now she had to wait for Master. She was so not going to have to fend off every guy in six blocks that thought she was a pro.

She was just finishing the second bowl of chili when he entered, a crop in his hand. To Valerie's surprise, he was not alone. A woman dressed much as she was accompanied him. They looked around briefly, and walked over to where she was sitting. 

Charles asked, "How are you doing, Valerie?"

"Not so good, Master. I really want to go now."

"Not yet. What's bothering you?"

"I…they all think I'm a hooker. It's so humiliating."

The lady looked at Val with disgust, "And what's wrong with being a hooker?"

Valerie looked at her, looked at Master. "I…I… "

"Valerie, answer the woman. What's wrong with being a hooker?"

Shame overwhelmed her as she realized that she'd been judging the prostitutes for being who they were. "Noth…nothing…ma'am."

"If there is nothing wrong with it, why is it humiliating?"

"I…No…I guess it isn't."

Charles sighed, "No, that's not good enough. You did find it humiliating. Explain why. We're not leaving until you explain. The longer it takes, the more severe your punishment. You're close to disappointing me."

"Master, please, I…" the look on his face stopped her. He had no intention of letting her escape this trial. "I guess I don't want to be thought of as a…a…a whore. I'm sorry."

The hooker would not let go. "What's wrong with being thought of as a whore?"

"It's just that…I mean… "

"Valerie. Think of this as initiation part two. Reach down inside and be brutally honest with yourself. Don't think about your answer, just say it." He took her head and looked into her eyes. "What's wrong with being a whore?"

"It's evil and degrading and…" It hit her like a ton of bricks, the reality of what she was saying and thinking. Her composure gone, she started crying, sobs punctuating her confession, "Master, I'm so sorry. I was judging her the same way vanillas judge us. Please forgive me."

"It's not my forgiveness you need, is it?"

"No, Master. You're right." She turned to the prostitute, "Please forgive me for thinking so badly of you. I…I…I acted like you weren't a person. I was so wrong."

She took Valerie's chin in her hand and looked at her. "No, I can't forgive you. It's not my place. The person that has to forgive you is you. Can you forgive your own prejudices? This won't be the last one you'll find. Until you can recognize, change, and forgive, you'll never be free of them. You've made the first step; you've recognized your prejudice. The next two steps are the harder ones. Can you change? Will you forgive yourself?"

"I…I don't know, but I'll try."

"That's all anyone can ask."

Charles turned her head back towards him. "Valerie, it's time for your punishment. Part of your punishment is simply that you will be punished by this whore instead of me."

"Yes, Master."

He handed the crop to the hooker. "Val, go to the lady's room with her. Accept what punishment she gives you. She knows your safe word."

"Yes, Master."

Valerie and the hooker walked to the bathroom together. The streetwalker shoved a door wedge under the door, effectively locking everyone out. "Before I start, I need to have you tell me that you consent to having your ass whipped with a crop until you are bawling your head off."

Valerie gulped. "Yes, I consent. May I ask a question?"

"Shoot."

"Why are you doing it?"

"Why am I whipping you or why am I a whore?"

"Both I guess."

"The first is easy. He's paying me $250. That's what hookers do. The second is more difficult to answer. I started hooking because there was no other way for a 16-year-old to support her invalid mom. Since she died, I've kept at it because it's easier than finding something else to do. Women generally don't turn tricks because they want to, they do it because they have to, or at least they believe they have to. That's why your attitude out there was so disgusting. You were judging a bunch of women as being less than people because they had no choice. Society is less wrong to look at you as being sick. After all, you do what you do because you do have a choice."

"I'm sorry. I was wrong."

"I know. It's a start. Not everyone is willing to admit their wrong. For you, there's hope. For most of my customers, there is none. They believe just as you do, or worse, and they have no idea how disgusting they are. Let's get this over with. Take your skirt off and hold on to the wall of the stall."

Valerie dropped the miniscule skirt onto the floor and reached up to grab the top of the wall. There was no play involved as the lady simply brought the crop down on her ass over and over again, using her full strength. Tears flowed almost immediately, as much from the shame of her prejudices as from the pain. Determined to atone a little by prolonging her pain, she stifled her sobs for as long as she could. She held out for 15 minutes. Then, the pain having become too much, she wailed out loud, no longer caring what anyone outside would think of her. Her own opinion of herself already lower than anyone else could have, she believed. Several seconds later, the hooker stopped, dropped the crop onto Valerie's skirt and said, "Go back to him when you stop crying." Then, kicking the door stop out of the way, she walked out. Valerie would never see her again.

It took a few minutes for Val to dry the tears. She put the skirt back on, picked up the crop and rejoined Charles at the bar.

"Thank you, Master, for having me punished. Is there anything else Master wishes of me?"

"Follow me to the car."

They left Murphy's and got into the car. Charles drove in silence for ten minutes, letting Valerie wrestle with her thoughts. He knew that she believed that she had failed in a test and was processing the shame of that failure. He wanted her to come to a conclusion about herself before he made his own thoughts known.

Valerie was in turmoil. She believed that the hooker was correct. Society had more justification for condemning her for choosing to live in a sexual lifestyle that many, if not most, people considered sick and perverted, than it did to look down in a similar way on prostitutes, most of whom have no choice they can see to avoid their fate. How could she, someone who chooses to defy society's norms so brazenly, treat those who have been thrown out of society's norms so callously? Yet, she didn't feel that she was sick for what she did. Who was society to judge her? Who was she to judge anyone? She thought back to the lists she had filled out for the auction and her contract. There were things on those lists that she'd been repulsed by. More, she'd thought that anyone who could do 'that' must be sick. Yet, others thought she was sick. What was sick, anyway? Who was she to condemn someone because they were aroused by being peed on? The more she thought, the more she realized that she was full of prejudices, many lurking beneath the surface, hiding themselves from her scrutiny. Even her revulsion of lesbianism was a form of prejudice.

"Master?"

"Yes, Valerie?"

"I feel so evil. How can you still want me?"

"First, tell me what makes you evil."

"I've treated so many people like they were worth less than I was in my thoughts, just because they were different than me."

"Valerie, your thoughts don't make you evil, your actions do. That's why hate crimes laws are so wrong. You don't punish a man for what he thinks; you punish him for what he does."

"But, Master, even people in the lifestyle. Ones who enjoy things I think of as horrible. Even my disgust for lesbian sex."

"Val, there's a world of difference between finding an act disgusting and thinking less of a person who does that act. Have you ever thought of Surmi, Sally, or Marcia as lesser beings?"

"No, Master."

"Exactly. You were repulsed by having sex with them, but you always treated them with respect. Giggy told me of your concern at hurting their feelings at that dinner you had with them. I personally have serious issues with several parts of BDSM, like bloodletting, scat, and water sports. That's not the problem. It's a problem when you equate the person and the activity. I have learned, over time, that the people who play those games aren't any more or less perverted than I am. Tell me, are you thinking that you failed a test?"

"Yes, Master."

"Impossible. This wasn't a test. If it was, then no one passes it, ever. The point of the walk to Murphy's and the confrontation with the prostitute was to open your eyes. We are shaped by the society we grow up in. Val, you have been outside the vanilla world for less than a month. Is it any surprise that you're still in the grip of their attitudes? Once you are aware of your capacity to prejudge people, you can actively take steps to purge the prejudice from your mind. Where you see failure, I see someone who has gotten the point of the lesson. We're done for the day."




Valerie Ch. 07



"Yes, Master."

The drive back to the mansion was silent, though Valerie had her hand on Charles' leg, wanting to feel his presence. When they pulled into the driveway, Val saw a familiar car parked next to hers. "Master, is Sally here?"

"Yes, she wanted to be here when you finished. You're free to spend as much time with her as you wish and you may pleasure each other freely."

"Thank you, Master. Oh, I just remembered. I would like to ask a favor Master."

"What is it?"

"May I give submission to Francine this week? I want to let her know, tangibly, that she's still an important part of my life."

"Yes, you can submit to her, as often as you wish. You can cum under her domination only once, however."

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master."

Valerie practically ran to the door, anxious to see the woman she loved. Sally was in the lounge, working a puzzle. When they saw one another, they met in a fierce embrace, kissing passionately. Sally broke off first, asking, "So, how was your whore walk?"

Valerie looked sheepish, "Horrible. I failed."

"I did too when I made it. I discovered that I thought of prostitutes as cheap women who got what they deserve. Coming face to face with that is horrible. It made me a better person, though. It'll make you a better person as well."

"I hope so. I don't feel very proud of myself right now."

"Let's go back to your place. We can order pizza, watch American Idol and pretend that they're trying out for a place in Master's harem."

Valerie retrieved her purchases from the trunk of Charles' car. On the way back to the apartment, they stopped at K-Mart and had keys for each other's apartments made. Once home, they ordered pizza, discovering that their tastes in toppings were very different. It made a good excuse to order two and have plenty of leftovers. Between watching Idol and admiring the new clothes and toys, they made it to bedtime before they knew it. Checking her email, Val saw that there were no instructions and the two ladies went to bed, Sally spooned inside of Valerie. 5:00 in the morning came too early, of course.





Valerie Ch. 08







Valerie Ch. 08



A dark expression crossed Charles' face. He knew of Painmaster. In fact, he had been trying to get him expelled from the club for some time. Until he crossed the line and took a submissive too far, the management refused. Charles remembered seeing Francine in a wheel chair, her feet heavily bandaged. "When we have more time, you'll have to tell me how you come to be beaten and wheelchair bound," he had said to her two weeks ago. He'd never found the time. Then he remembered giving Valerie permission to submit to Francine. Francine had to be considered dangerous. He called Valerie's house and got an answering machine. He called Sally's cell.

"Hello, you've got Sally."

"Sally, this is Charles. Do you know where Valerie is?"

Sally knew something was wrong. Master had identified himself as Charles, not Master. "She's probably submitting to Francine right now."

"Where are you right now?"

"I'm at Castle with Surmi. We're getting some new toys."

"Find Valerie and Francine, stop their scene."

"Charles, what's wrong?"

"Francine went with a sadist last night, willingly. One with a reputation for no safe words and inflicting true torture."

"Oh my God! You think Francine may have cracked from the strain of her boyfriend beating her up."

"Her boyfriend beat her up?"

"Yes, Val told me. Francine told him about the lifestyle and he freaked. I thought you knew."

"No, I was meaning to ask, but time got away from me. Start with Francine's place. Hurry. I'm sending Steven to Valerie's apartment. I'm checking Mephisto's. Call me when you know something."

At Sally's end, she explained to Surmi what was wrong, and they left. They were half an hour from Francine's place. She prayed they were not too late. It was now 7:15.

At Francine's, Valerie was still being whipped, her safe word ignored. She pleaded, through the screams of agony and anguish, "Red Light. Please Francine, red light. I need to stop. It's too much." The strokes continued to fall. Individual marks were now indistinguishable on her back, ass and legs, a solid mass of red. Welts abounded. Still, Valerie begged for a halt. "Please Francine, I can't take it. As you love me, please stop."

"No! No love. Love hurts you. I won't love, I won't. I won't let you love me. I won't. You'll get hurt." Francine was screaming herself, denying the feelings that she didn't want, ignoring that it was love for Valerie that was driving her, to protect her friend from the pain and anguish she was feeling. Her love was twisted, but still there, gnawing at her, trying to get out.

While Valerie's mind was unable to cope with the pain and terror she was under and respond to her friend's outburst, her heart heard and broke, understanding the depths to which Harv's betrayal had driven Francine. Valerie's love for her friend rose up, and poured out the only thing she could give Francine in her pain and agony. Sally's words resonated in her heart, "My forgiving Josh did nothing for him, but it freed me to become the woman holding you right now." This time, Valerie's heart knew, it would free Francine. 

"Francine, I forgive you, I forgive you. I love you and I forgive you."

Francine was in tears, the words, those dreaded words haunting her. It would hurt, she couldn't take the hurt. She lashed harder and harder, desperate to stop those dreaded words. "No, you can't forgive me, you can't love me. I'm evil. Hate me! Say you hate me."

"No, I love you and forgive you, Francine."

It was this that Surmi and Sally witnessed as they entered the house. Blood was dripping slowly down both their backs, when the whip was not spraying Valerie's around the room. They couldn't tell how many open wounds were on Valerie's back. Surmi reacted first, moving up and grabbing the whip on a back stroke, ending it. Francine swung around and looked uncomprehending at her, her eyes unfocused. Surmi said, softly, "Red light." The familiar words in a new voice penetrated. She looked over her shoulder and saw the results of two unending hours of brutal whipping.

As soon as Surmi had the whip end in her hand, Sally rushed past the two and tried to untie the ropes. The knots, fortunately, were good ones in a good rope, and were still amendable to fingers. She barely noticed Francine rushing past them, crying in agony, her heart tortured by the realization of what she had done. Sally tried to drag Valerie to the couch in the living room, but Val fought her.

"Valerie, it's all right. It's Sally. You're safe now."

In between sobs, Valerie pleaded, "No. Francine. Kill. Must. Stop." Drawing on reserves she didn't know she had, Valerie broke free of Sally's grasp and literally crawled to the kitchen, where Francine lay on the floor, the knife that had cut her wrists open lying beside her. Sally and Surmi stood dumbfounded at the sight, as Valerie crawled to Francine, covering the flowing wounds with her hands, leaning with all her weight.

"Call 911!" she yelled, breaking the two out of their shocked inaction.

Unaware of what was happening around her, if her demand was being followed, Valerie pleaded with Francine. "No! Don't you die on me! You promised you would talk before you killed yourself. Talk to me, please, talk to me. Don't leave me. I can't take you leaving."

Groggy from loss of blood, much already lost before she had gotten the knife, the wounds in her back having been reopened, Francine tried to explain, "Got to go. Betrayed you. Didn't stop. Don't deserve love."

"No! You are loved. Love is not deserved, it's given. I love you, Francine, please don't leave me."

"I betrayed you. Must leave you, never hurt you. Care too much. It hurts so much."

"Francine, I forgive you. I forgive you. Please don't go. I need you so much."

"How? How you forgive? I'm evil."

"You're not evil, you're hurt. You didn't mean it. I forgive you. I love you."

Sally and Surmi watched the tableau, knowing that events were out of their hands. Valerie was doing everything that could be done, pressure on the wrists and love, the only things that had any chance to keep Francine in the world of the living. Each prayed, Sally to Jesus, Surmi to Allah, praying for the life of the broken woman who truly believed that she deserved to die. Surmi called Charles and let him know what was happening.

The paramedics found them like this, staring at the two friends, one desperately trying to keep the other from death's door. Their professional eye quickly determined that Valerie's wounds, while serious, were not life threatening. Moving Val to the side, they worked with dispatch, doing their best to bring the naked, tortured woman from the brink of death. The kitchen was soon littered with the waste generated by lifesaving measures. The bleeding from the wrists had stopped finally and they were pumping fluids into her as fast at they could. When they had her ready for transport, Surmi went with Francine, leaving Sally to stay with Valerie, whom she was now holding in her arms, not caring about the blood on her clothes.

Valerie's wounds, while more extensive in number, were easier to treat. It was while Valerie was being treated that the deputies showed up. They asked Sally questions, but she feigned upset at Val's condition to avoid giving answers, answers she was not sure could be kept from them indefinitely. Charles showed up shortly afterwards. As he talked to Sally, the sheriff's deputies looked on suspiciously.

"Sally, what happened?"

"I'm not sure, but it looks like Francine lost it and ignored safe words. Valerie was crying and screaming and saying how much she loved Francine. Surmi stopped the beating and Francine ran into the kitchen and slit her wrists while I was letting Valerie down. The police want to know what happened and I don't think I can put them off much longer."

"How are they?"

"Francine may die; she cut herself in the right way to actually kill herself. Valerie's cut up, but isn't in any immediate danger."

"Tell the police the truth. There's no way to keep what happened a secret. Trying will only make things worse. Report only what you saw. That's all they can expect from you. I'm going to check on Francine. Let Valerie know I was here."

"Yes, sir."

Sally returned to the house and talked to the police, telling them exactly what she saw when she arrived. She could tell from their reaction that they felt a crime had been committed. With one woman bound and one wielding a whip, they had no doubts as to who was the criminal. When asked why she had shown up, she said she was just dropping in on some friends, a surprise. While they looked dubious, they didn't press her.

The second ambulance arrived and Sally followed it to the hospital. Valerie had passed out during her treatment, her body demanding the rest, now that Francine was no longer on the front burner. Charles, Surmi, and Sally were waiting together at the hospital. Francine was in intensive care, receiving massive transfusions of blood. She had lost almost half her blood volume and the doctors considered it a miracle that she made it to the ER alive. The attending physician, a Dr. Bloom, had questions.

"I understand that the patient is Francine Traline?"

"Yes," Charles answered.

"Are you a relative?"

"No, a friend. She has no relatives living nearby and no close relatives at all. Her closest friend is Valerie Burbon, the other woman brought in."

"I understand that Ms. Burbon's injuries are the result of being whipped for an extensive period of time with an actual whip. Do you have any idea how the wounds on Ms. Traline's legs, back and breasts were inflicted?"

"I don't know for sure, but I have reason to believe that they were consensual." Charles was trying to be very careful, treading a fine line between openly revealing Francine's and Valerie's involvement in BDSM and actually lying.

"I find that hard to believe. No sane person would allow such wounds to be inflicted on themselves."

"It may be that Francine is suffering form some sort of post traumatic stress. I understand that she was beaten by her boyfriend a few weeks back."

"I see. That could explain things. Has she been suffering from nightmares or flashbacks?"

"I don't know. She had been staying with Valerie while her feet healed. They'd been severely injured. She would be the best person to ask."

"Can you tell me how Ms. Burbon came to be tied and beaten by Ms, Traline?"

"I'm sure I couldn't say."

He walked away. Sally started to say, "Master…"

"No," he warned, "names only for now."

"Charles, this can't end well. The only way that Francine won't be arrested is if Valerie admits to being a willing participant. Professionally, this could destroy both of them. Neither of their employers are known for being liberal."

"There's nothing we can do about that. If they examine Valerie close enough, they'll find evidence of past scenes on her. For now, we can only make sure that they survive, both physically and mentally. Francine is going to be viewed as either a criminal or someone who is insane. She's going to need a lawyer and a good psychologist, both who will at least understand the lifestyle. I'm going to make some calls, call in some favors. Can you two keep an eye on the girls?"

"Yes," "Of course," came the answers.

Sally was able to sit in Valerie's room, dozing in a chair while her lover rested. Surmi hovered near the ICU, watching Francine, hooked up to more machines than a rock star's sound system, and the cop keeping an eye on her. It seemed she was under arrest on suspicion of assault, battery, kidnapping, and enslavement. "This was not good," Surmi thought. She called Charles' cell phone and let him know that lawyer was the first priority.

Sally dozed off and on through the night, waking with every movement from Valerie's bed. Nurses checked in on both of them, making sure they were all right. They had seen too many loved ones put themselves in the hospital by not taking care of themselves as well. It was obvious to anyone that Sally loved Val deeply. Sally did call Valerie's office, leaving June a message that Valerie was injured and would not be in this week. Valerie woke shortly after 8:00 in the morning. She felt the pain in her back before she saw anything, a groan escaping from her lips.

Sally jerked awake and saw that her lover had woken up. "Val, I'm right here. You're going to be okay."

Tears filled Valerie's eyes. "Francine, is she…?"

"She was alive last night. Surmi's with her. If there'd been any change, she would've let us know. It's real bad, Val. They don't know if she'll make it."

Valerie could hear that something was left unsaid. "What else? There's something else you're not telling me."

"There's a cop outside her door. She's under arrest for assault, battery, kidnapping, and slavery."

Valerie tried to sit up, saying, "No. I've got to tell…" before the cry of agony interrupted her.

The nurse was in instantly. "Lay your butt back down, young lady. You're in no condition to go anywhere. Your back is a mess and we don't need those gashes opened back up. You can stay there on your own, or I will restrain you."

"My friend. How is she? Can you tell me?"

"I don't know, but I'll find out. Do you have a personal physician?"

"Yes. Dr. Helen Waston."

"We'll call her and let her know you're here. And you, if you're going to stay here, take care of yourself. Your friend needs a healthy loved one, not a sick one. Go get some breakfast. I won't let the police know she's awake until you're back."

"Police?"

"They want to ask her what happened, determine what additional charges to file."

"She's right. I'm starved. I'll get something quick and be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Sally met Surmi in the cafeteria as they both got breakfast. Surmi had slept better, being allowed to sleep on a couch outside the ICU ward.

"They've got a cop outside, guarding her," she said. "So far, she's sedated and they've been giving her fluids and antibiotics. She's got some wicked cuts on her breasts, legs and all over her backside. I can't imagine the mental anguish she must have been going through to subject herself to that level of torment."

"Any idea whether she's going to make it?"

"No, they let me stay as a friend, but I'm not related, so they won't tell me anything about her condition. I did hear the nurses talking. She did a good job on trying to kill herself. If Valerie had not knelt on her wrists as fast as she did, Francine would not be here, she'd be in the morgue. Apparently, she was already suffering from some blood loss when she sliced herself."

"Do you have any idea why Valerie was telling Francine that she loved her and forgave her when we arrived?"

"No. But I'll bet that Francine is dealing with some sort of guilt over something. I just don't know what. I've got to get to work; I just can't take the day off right now. Francine will be out for at least the rest of the day, based on what I've overheard. I'll come back this evening."

"I understand. Call Charles and let him know. I called in and am not expected for at least two days."

They finished their meals and went their separate ways. Sally returned to Val's room, her friend eating her own breakfast. There was a cop talking to one of the nurses. Sally sat next to Valerie and was just there for her.

When Val pushed her tray to one side, the cop entered. "Ms. Burbon. I'm detective Powell. I was hoping you could answer a few questions about the attack last night. Alone," he added, looking at Sally

"No. Sally stays. We're partners."

"Very well. About the attack."

"It wasn't an attack. I was an active participant."

"You want to run that by me again?"

Valerie grasped Sally's hand, steeling herself for the hardest, yet easiest thing she would ever do in the lifestyle. "I came to Francine's house willingly, allowed myself to be tied up, willingly, told Francine she could whip me as much as she wished, that I wanted her to."

"Do you expect me to believe such a tale, Ms. Burbon? No one allows themselves to be whipped to a bloody mess."

"I do. So do many others. It's a form of sexual play called domination and submission. I enjoy letting certain people have control over what happens to me, such as Francine."

"So you put yourself in her hands, trusted her, and she betrayed that trust."

Valerie squeezed tight on Sally's hand. Sally could see what was coming and was fearful for her friend. "No. I didn't use my safe word to stop her. She did exactly what I wanted her to do. I wanted to experience that level of pain."

"Wait. You said you let her do what she wanted. Now you're saying she did what you wanted. Which is it?"

"Both. Understand detective Powell, domination and submission is about control and consent. Safe words are how the submissive person tells the dominant one that it's gone too far. Until that's done, the dominant is in total control. My not taking control back was my way of saying that I wanted more from her, for her to go farther and harder. So I gave her the control to do whatever she wanted and I had the control to say stop."

"Just so you know, Ms. Burbon, I think you're nuts. But if you're insistent that you went willingly and that the whipping was part of a consensual activity, I'll be forced to tell the DA to drop all charges. Once he does that, it'll be almost impossible to prosecute Ms. Traline with your statement on record. How about you, Ms. Thatcher? Are you a part of this domination and submission thing?"

Valerie spoke up before Sally could answer. "No, she isn't. That's why I went to Francine. Sally can't give me what I need in domination, so I get that somewhere else." Sally kept her face calm while inside she was in turmoil. She wanted to stand by Valerie, share everything that happened, but was also grateful that she wasn't going to be exposed as well. She squeezed Val's hand in silent thanks for the lie.

"And you're all right with your lover going to another woman to be beaten half to death?"

"Yes. I supported her activities last night. I wish it hadn't gone as far as it did, but I understand what need she had to go there." Sally was a little proud of being able to tell the truth and not let him know what the truth really was.

"Ms. Burbon. I'll have a statement typed up and sent for you to sign. You're sure you want to stick with this story?"

"It's the truth, detective."

"Very well. Good day ladies. My best wishes on a speedy recovery. Do me a favor, though. Use that safe word thing earlier next time. There are some things I would rather not investigate a second time."

"I'll try to do that."

After he left, Sally looked at Valerie. "I would've stood with you, taken the hits you're going to take with you. You didn't have to lie for me."

"Yes, I did. You being exposed won't stop the damage to my life, whatever it is. No. You don't have to go there as well. Just knowing you were willing, and I knew already, is enough. I still have you in my life. With that, I can get through whatever happens."

"Francine did ignore your safe word, didn't she?"

"Yes. She's hurting so bad. I thought she might be getting better. She had some good, healthy crying sessions, but I guess it wasn't enough. Her nightmares kept getting worse and worse. The last one she told me about had me giving her to Harv to be tortured. It's not real clear, but I think she's afraid to let herself feel anymore. She was telling me to not love her, to hate her, so I couldn't be hurt."

"So you think she might've been trying to beat you into hating her, for your own sake?"

"I don't know. I'm not a shrink, and that's who Francine needs, a psychologist who'll not have her put away for being in the lifestyle."

They sat silently, Valerie passing in and out of sleep, her body drained and trying to heal itself. Sally called Marcia and asked if she could bring some things from Valerie's apartment when she got out of school. The nurses let Sally order lunch like a patient so she could stay by Valerie's side. They also brought word that Francine had passed the turning point and was expected to live, though still in critical condition. She would be until the cuts on her wrists had healed significantly. Charles stopped by while Val was asleep to let the girls know that Francine had a lawyer and that he would be by soon to get a statement. Sally briefed him on what Valerie had told the detective.




Valerie Ch. 08



"That's what I expected she would do. She's going to take some hard hits in her life. One of our friends in the media passed along that the details on the attack have been leaked to the press, along with the gist of her statement. By tonight, everyone in the city will know that Valerie Burbon likes to be whipped and beaten. She's going to need you to get through the fallout."

"I'm not going anywhere. I love her and will see her through this to the end."

"I know. I've got to get back to the office. Let me know if there's anything that my clout can impact. I'm not leaving her either."

Two hours later, two men showed up, dressed impeccably. Valerie was awake. "Ms. Burbon? My name is Franklin Moore and this is George Twiny, my personal assistant. I've been retained by Charles Vanquil to represent Francine Traline in the matter of the attack on you. Understand that I represent Ms. Traline and should be considered hostile by you, since my job is to make sure she is found innocent of charges against her. That said, would you be willing to give me a statement about what happened? Do you wish to have counsel of your own present?"

"Mr. Moore. Yes, I will talk with you and, no, I don't need counsel. We're on the same side. And it wasn't an attack; it was sexual play that I let go too far."

Franklin's eyebrows rose. "I see. Have you told the police this?"

"Yes. I told a Detective Powell this a few hours ago."

"Do you mind if George records the interview?"

"No. Please do. What do you want to know?"

"Start by telling in your own words, everything that led up to the incident."

Valerie told the same story she told the police, adding that she had called Francine to ask for the scene. She explained in more detail the dynamics of BDSM, also known as D/s. He advised her to avoid using the terms sadism and masochism, they conjured too many negative images. George both recorded the statement and typed it up on a laptop. When it was finished and Mr. Moore had asked all the questions he needed to, the statement was printed on a portable printer and Valerie signed it.

"Thank you, Ms Burbon. I'll file for dismissal of the charges right away. DAs are sometimes reluctant to dismiss charges so soon, so we'll just give them a reminder of how much they don't have."

"Thank you, Mr. Moore. And Mr. Moore, if you need to, throw me to the wolves to get her off."

"Rest assured, Ms. Burbon, I'd throw Mr. Vanquil to the wolves if I needed to. Ms. Traline is not my number one priority in this case, she is my only priority."

Word spread through the scene about what happened. Flowers showed up from Giggy and Rachael and from Fred and Daphne to both women. The first reporter tried to get access to Valerie and Sally at 4:00 pm and was soundly rebuffed by the hospital staff. Half an hour later, both Dr. Waston and Marcia arrived.

Helen had a look of concern on her face. "Sally, could you leave the two of us a while?"

"Doctor, I'd like her to stay."

"Can't do it. Anything you say with her present isn't covered under doctor patient privilege. If you were married, that would be different."

"It's okay, Val. Marcia and I can run up to the apartment and get some things. Is there anything you want in particular?"

"Just my laptop. Oh, and stop by the lobby and let Lilly know where I am. She'll be worried, especially once it hits the news."

"Will do."

Once they were gone, Dr. Waston closed the door and started her exam, verifying what the hospital doctors had found. While she did, she asked questions.

"Tell me what happened. I'm hearing rumors and they aren't very useful. Nothing you say can be repeated legally, so tell me the truth, the whole truth."

"I had Master's permission to submit to Francine this week and she agreed to accept it last night. Francine had me bind myself in ropes she had prepared with slip knots and blindfold myself. She whipped me, hard and fast. It was really intense. I thought she wanted to go to my safe word limit and I was okay with that. But when I used it, she ignored it and kept whipping me." Able to tell the truth about what had happened for the first time, her emotions caught up with her and tears flowed freely. She hadn't realized until now just how much that one event was hitting her. Francine, for whatever reason, had betrayed the trust that had been extended to her. Valerie realized that she might never be able to let herself submit to Francine again. Their relationship had changed, and not for the better, in Val's opinion.

After she'd stopped crying, Helen continued. "Now tell me what you're telling the public, the police and the lawyers."

"I told them that I didn't use my safe word at all, that everything that happened was because I wanted and allowed it."

"I understand why you're doing that, but I think the truth would've been better. You're going to be labeled a true masochist publicly. Even some in the lifestyle will shun you as someone who is too dangerous to play with."

"If I tell the truth, Francine will be shunned even more as an untrustworthy player. She didn't ignore my safe word out of malice. She's dealing with a betrayal of her own. She was attacked by her boyfriend for sharing the lifestyle with him and hasn't been able to deal with it."

"I know. I do understand your reasons, I just disagree. Now, has anyone at the hospital told you about you?"

"No. I've been going in and out of sleep."

"I thought not. Why some physicians treat the patient like a security leak, I'll never understand. I'll try to put it in layman's terms. Your back has been savaged. There's extensive bruising from just below the neck down to your ankles. You may develop permanent discolorations similar to port wine birth marks. There are also 14 open wounds from where the whip actually cut into the skin. They should scab over in a day or two and take another two days to form first level scars. I'm ordering you, as your doctor, no whipping or other pain play on your back side for a month. You may well have permanent scars on your back and legs. There are also abrasions on your wrists and ankles form rope burns. Slip knots are a big no-no, they usually pull too tight and cut off circulation. Good news. There is no detectable organ damage. With the level of abuse inflicted to your lower back, we were worried about possible kidney damage. I'm going to order some tests to rule out more subtle damage to any of your organs. I'm going to have the nurse make sure Sally knows how to change the dressings on you so she can change them at home. Yes, the word is out about your relationship and I know you're moving in together. Now Valerie, they have you on some pretty serious pain meds and you'll be on them for a week after you get home, at least. Remember, no play at all while you're on them. I don't want you having any sex at all the first three days you're home. I know that's hard for what are essentially newlyweds, but it'll serve you well in the long run. Do you have any questions?"

"I don't feel like I can trust Francine in a scene again and that hurts. Can I get that back?"

"It's possible, but it'll take time and work on both your parts. I would suggest the two of you go to counseling, if both of you want that. It'll actually be harder for her to trust herself than for you to trust her if she ignored your safe word as the result of mental trauma. If it was deliberate, then there'll be nothing you can do. Once a dominant makes the choice that safe words are ignorable, they'll always believe that. In the short term, no, you can't trust her. That process will take time, and lots of it."

"That's what I was afraid of. Is counseling even an option? Won't a psychiatrist just commit us, or try to cure us in some way?"

"Most will, but not all. The good news is that it's very hard to commit someone because of things they do that don't hurt others. So you can just quit if the psych tries to cure you. There are professionals that'll work with you. There is even a psychiatrist I know in Los Angeles who is a submissive himself. He may know someone nearby who can work with you. That, however, is for the future. First, the physical healing needs to happen. I'm going to check on Francine. I'll let you know some basics when I get back."

The rest of the day was uneventful. Helen found that Francine was on the mend, though she'd suffered extensive injuries in addition to the slit wrists. There were the marks of an inexperienced dominant working her over recently. The cuts on her breasts and inner legs had reopened when she was whipping Valerie, as had the ugly wounds left on her by Painmaster. Helen had seen Painmaster's work before and considered him to be her nemesis, someone she was having to clean up after far too often (even once was too often in her mind). She couldn't get him banned from the local clubs because he never forced himself, finding willing victims, usually among those who were mentally unbalanced in some way. In spite of her revulsion, she had to admire his skill, on a purely professional level, at stopping short of debilitating injury.

Valerie insisted that Sally go home after she delivered the laptop so she could rest properly and take a shower. One of them in the hospital was quite enough. Most of Wednesday was spent having the tests that Helen ordered done. Those confirmed that there was no internal damage. Valerie was told she could go home on Thursday. Sally, at Valerie's insistence, went to work and tried to keep up some semblance of normalcy. Wednesday night, Lilly stopped by to see Valerie.

"Ms. Burbon?"

"Come in Lilly. It's okay. And call me Val; we're not in the office."

"What happened? Are you okay? The paper said that you're a sexual deviant who asked to be hurt like this."

"It's in the paper?"

"Yes. And it's all over the company."

Valerie sighed. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Go ahead and close the door."

Lilly did and stood next to Valerie, tears in her eyes.

"Tell me what you're feeling, Lilly."

"I'm scared and sad. Was I right all along? That this stuff will go too far and you'll get hurt?"

"Lilly, I'll be honest with you. This is a danger in BDSM; that someone will go too far. It's not the norm. Francine has been really messed up recently, and I suppose I should've seen this as possible, but I didn't. I told the police that I wanted everything that happened so Francine wouldn't be arrested. She needs counseling, not jail. In reality, she did not stop when I used my safe word. I got hurt. I can't deny that. I still want to be a submissive, and I will be. Just not to Francine right now, maybe never again."

"How can you go back? Isn't it too dangerous?"

"No, it's not too dangerous, there's just danger involved. Lilly, there's danger in driving a car or crossing the street. We can't eliminate danger from our lives. We can only try to lower the levels of danger to acceptable levels. Would you tell a bungee jumper that they shouldn't play their sport?"

"No. At least, not if I knew that they took all the safety precautions."

"This is no different, and probably safer than bungee jumping. We take precautions and sometimes they fail. That doesn't mean that we stop enjoying ourselves."

"You're serious about that. You enjoy these games you play."

"Yes, tremendously."

Lilly looked thoughtful for a few minutes. She had been thinking about Valerie and her way of having fun for two weeks now. She knew now that there was no way to convince Valerie to leave the lifestyle, not when she intended to stay in it after such an event. Lilly's decision now was how she was going to react. She saw only two choices, turn away and put the knowledge of what was happening to her new friend behind her forever, or accept Valerie for who she was, even the parts that scared her. Valerie had made it clear that Lilly's acceptance had no effect on Val's desire to be her friend. To turn away would be to do to Valerie what she wanted Valerie to stop doing to herself, inflict hurt on her. She couldn't do that.

"Valerie, I don't know if I'll ever be able to understand or be comfortable with your lifestyle. But you're my friend and I won't turn away from you because I'm uncomfortable. You're my friend, and you always will be. I've had friends before that did things that bothered me, this is no different, I guess."

"Lilly, that means so much to me. I suspect that not everyone will make the choice you made. I suspect that I'll not have a job by the end of the week. If they do let me go, don't quit. You deserve the job, no matter what."

"You're right. The rumors are that you're being let go. Something about moral turpitude. It's not right. You're still a good person and a good executive."

"No, it's not right, but it's not a fight I want to wage. I'll come by tomorrow and get it over with."

The night passed. Valerie's back healed more. In the morning, Helen checked her out and cleared her for going home. With her car still in the garage and the painkillers making driving out of the question, she asked Sally to meet her at the office so Sally could drive Valerie's car for her. She took a cab to the office and braced herself for the inevitable.

At her office, she found June packing up her desk. "June, what's going on?"

"I'm leaving. They fired you and I'm leaving."

"June, you don't have to do that. There'll be a replacement for me and you'll be their secretary."

Valerie," she started, tacitly acknowledging that they no longer had a professional relationship. "I don't understand this lifestyle you've chosen. It scares the bejeezus out of me. I worry for my children. We've been friends and fellow professionals for over a decade. I never saw this in you. Will this rub off on my children? I don't know. I know this will hurt you, but I can't let you around my kids. They're the most important things in my life and, even when I know I'm being irrational, I have to do this. That said, you're still my friend, if you want to be. Firing you was wrong, dead wrong. I can't work for a company that would fire a good, no, excellent employee because of their recreational activities. I'm not worried. I'm the best executive secretary in the city; I'll find another position somewhere."

"June, submissiveness doesn't rub off." When June started to respond, Val held up her hand, "Wait, let me finish. You say you still want to be my friend, yet you're changing the nature of our relationship in a fundamental way. I'm not sure what that means in terms of friendship. It hurts, I won't lie. I'm not sure I even understand your decision. But I respect it. They're your kids, not mine. I'm sorry it came to this."

"I'm sorry, too. You'd better go see the president now. Make it official."

Valerie had known that she would lose people, but hadn't realized how much it would hurt. There was a knot in her chest, emotions trying to overwhelm her. She held it in, not wanting to give the ones taking her job away any satisfaction. She had to wait 30 minutes outside his office, and then was told to go in.

"Valerie. I'll get right to the point. You've violated the moral turpitude clause of your contract. As a result, you're fired, effective immediately. I expect you to have your desk cleaned out by the end of the day."

"Sir, my lifestyle does not represent a moral failing."

"Shut up! This is not a discussion. If you feel you're being treated unfairly, file a wrongful termination lawsuit. Be advised, however, we will fight such a suit with the full resources of our legal department. Everyone you know will be dragged into the suit and smeared as an adherent to this disgusting practice. The choice is yours."

"Very well." Valerie was simmering, anger building at a fast pace. "I expect the severance my contract calls for as well as full pay for my accumulated vacation time. I believe I have 45 days saved up. You may be able to smear my friends in a wrongful termination suit, but not in a breach of contract suit. A several million dollar judgment would be just the thing for surviving this travesty."

"Very well." Activating the intercom to his secretary, he ordered, "Susan, have financial cut a check for Ms. Burbon for one month's severance and her full vacation pay. Have it ready in half an hour. She'll pick it up on her way out." Turning back to Valerie, "That's all. Needless to say, there'll be no letter of recommendation. Now get out."

Valerie left, managing to get to her office (June was gone by then) before the sobbing started. Her life was unraveling and she couldn't stop it. She felt powerless, not the good powerlessness from giving up control voluntarily, but the powerlessness from having control ripped from you unwillingly. Her feelings mirrored, in a small way, the feelings of the rape victim. That was how Sally found her when she peeked into the office.

Sally walked over to her friend, kneeling down beside her and held her, not saying a word. She knew that this scene would be replayed many times, as Valerie's life was violently ripped from her, changed in ways she couldn't understand and then forced back down her throat. Sally felt hate in her own heart, not for the company or Francine or any of those people who would turn their backs on Valerie in the days to come, but for Harv. This man she didn't know, had devastated many lives that day weeks ago, just because he was unable to deal with the lifestyle. He could've done anything but what he did and this wouldn't be happening.

Valerie's tears finally ran out. Drying her face, she looked at the woman she loved and said, "Let's get out of here. If I never see this place again, it'll be too soon."

They packed up all of Valerie's belongings and downloaded all her files off the computer. Sally had to do the carrying, since Valerie's back was so sore and fragile. Valerie picked up her check on the way out and they deposited it on the way back to make sure it cleared. The money would last for three or four months if she was frugal. Hopefully, that would be enough time to find another job somewhere.

When she got home, the first thing she saw was the picture of her and Mike, looking over the room like a guardian. "It's just as bad as when Mike died. My life's going to pot again and I can't stop it."

"No! Your life's not going to pot, just your circumstances. Your life will be whatever you make of it. When Mike died, you had Francine to pull you through. Now you have me, Charles, Surmi, Robert and the others to pull you through. I can't promise that things will be okay, but I can promise you that you won't deal with this alone. I took some vacation time. I don't have to be in again until a week from Monday, after our handfasting."

"The handfasting! I won't be able to take anything. I can't give you a gift at it. Maybe we should postpone it."

"Absolutely not! This is a happy time for us. Even in the midst of this tragedy, we'll experience joy. You have much to give me besides your pain and your body. I'm sure you'll find something truly special. I'll find something special as well for you. We'll have enough grief in the next few weeks. Don't have us add to it by canceling a joyous thing."

"You're right. Telling the world how much I love you is something I can hold on to. I don't know if I could make it through this if I didn't have you."

"And you'll never have to know that."

Over the next few days, Valerie and Sally learned lessons, hard lessons, on the nature of prejudice and bigotry. Not all were bad ones, but most were. Her membership in the health club was rescinded, as was her membership in the American Advertisers Society. She received an email notice that her health insurance premiums were going up. Dr. Moore cancelled the appointment that had been set up. Three tabloids called wanting stories about celebrities involved in the D/s world. It didn't seem to matter that she didn't know them and that she had only been active in the local scene for a few weeks. Two book publishers wanted to buy the rights to her story, as did one movie producer. She received two calls from churches. One simply wanted to let her know that they were praying for her and Francine's recovery from their injuries and for their ability to hold up in this time of crisis. The second offered the services of their counselors as well as their prayers. Sally's presence was a rock that she clung to as the changes in her life swept over her. The worst was the eviction. She had 14 days to move out of her apartment. No reason was given, but the month to month lease she had left her with little recourse. The notice came late enough on Friday that she as unable to pursue the houses that she and Francine had looked at. Even then, with no job now, she'd be unable to close on any of them.




Valerie Ch. 08



There were good things as well. Several acquaintances called to offer support and reassure her that they thought no less of her. All of the members of Charles' group of submissives stopped by to offer condolences and support at some time. On Saturday, they received word that Francine had reached a turning point and was conscious again. They immediately left for the hospital.

Francine was lying in the bed, tubes and wires coming off of every part of her body, the electronic beeps of the monitoring equipment a constant presence in the background. She looked empty, as if she were a shell without a soul. When she saw Valerie enter, her countenance broke, tears coming to her eyes. "Valerie," she whispered, "I'm so sorry. Are you okay? How badly did I hurt you?"

"Francine. I'm fine. You are in worse shape than I was."

"I…I…I hurt so much, Val. The nightmares just got worse and worse. I just wanted the pain to go away. I still do. You should've let me die."

"No! I told you then, while you were beating me, trying to make me hate you, that I love you and I forgive you. I know it hurts; it hurts more than I hurt when Mike died. Mike didn't betray me, he was taken. You were betrayed. That's a horrible thing. You'll survive the pain, but you must experience it and get through it."

Francine was crying openly. "Val, it's so bad. I feel empty. And I hurt. I can't feel, Val. I can't even feel how much I love you. It's gone and I can't get it back. He stole it from me. It's all gone and it's never coming back."

"It can come back, it will. I thought I lost my heart forever with Mike. You showed me was I still capable of love. And now I have a wonderful woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, one I love just as much as I love you. You need help. We'll find you that help. And we'll be with you though all of it." Valerie took Francine's hand, the most she could touch amongst the tubes and wires. "We'll share every tear, every heartache, every smile, and every laugh. We'll never leave you, ever." Sally nodded her agreement.

"You almost make it seem possible. I see hope in your faces and I wonder if I could dare to hope myself."

"Until you can; let us hope for you."

Sally interjected, "We should tell her the bad news before someone else does."

"My ignoring your safe word and trying to kill myself is not the bad news?"

"The whole city knows that we are players in BDSM. I've lost my job, my apartment, and my professional standing in the society."

"Oh my God. What…"

"I told the police that everything you did was fully consensual, that no safe word was ignored and that I wanted everything you did. It was leaked to the media."

"Valerie! Why? You should've told the truth, protected yourself, I don't deserve… "

"Francine, love isn't about deserving, it's about giving of oneself. You need love, forgiveness, and loyalty, not condemnation and incarceration. If I could've protected you from being exposed at all, I would have. All I could do was keep you free. I'm sorry it couldn't be more."

"No, no apologies. You gave me more than I deserved and that's nothing to apologize for. You can move in with me, both of you. It'll be cramped, but we can make it work. I never told you, but in addition to my work for the company, I freelance. My income is secure enough and I own my home outright. I have enough in savings to cover a down payment on that house, if we get it. In fact, if I sell my house, I can afford to buy it with cash."

Sally took a serious tone. "Francine, there is something important we need to discuss."

"Playing?"

"Yes. You realize that until your mental state is sorted out, it's not safe for you to play as a dominant, maybe not even as a submissive. You didn't intend to hurt Val, but you did because you lost control. You can't afford to lose control again. You've also sought out dominants that hurt you. You can't trust yourself to play safe."

"I know. I may never play again. I don't think I could dominate someone without seeing Valerie broken and bleeding, and me the cause. No, I won't play any time soon."

Valerie looked into her friend's eyes. "You will be able to dominate again, I just know it. When you're ready, I would be honored to be the first to submit to you again."

"But, after what I did, can you ever trust me again?"

"I won't lie. Right now, I can't trust you enough to submit, but you'll get better, heal the wounds of your heart. When you're whole again, I'll trust you again. Because I love you and you love me, even though you can't feel it now."

There was an, "Ahem," behind them. The ICU nurse was standing there. "I'm afraid you need to leave. The patient needs to rest."

"Okay."

Sally and Valerie left their friend in the capable hands of the ICU nurses and headed back to the apartment after Francine made sure they had a key to her place. They picked up some carry-out on the way and reached the apartment. They enjoyed their dinner and sat together on the couch. Valerie reached an arm around Sally, caressing her arm. "It's been over three days. You feeling a little horny?"

"You have no idea. You up to some passion?"

In response, Valerie pulled Sally close and kissed her deeply on the lips, her tongue pressing itself into Sally's mouth, tasting her again. "I want you; I want you in my arms. I want to feel you under my fingers and in my mouth. I want to feel your mouth and hands all over me, driving me crazy."

They embraced, their hands finding each other, tracing symbols of passion across the clothes of one another. Buttons and zippers were released as hands found them, but there was no urgency in the undressing, both women comfortable in the lazy pace of their love. Valerie kissed Sally on the neck, playfully letting her teeth brush against Sally's neck and shoulders, teasing her with promises of lust. Sally was gentler, brushing her tongue across the back of Valerie's neck.

Their clothes finally off, they stopped, admiring each other, drinking in the other's beauty with their eyes. Sally gently turned Val around, running her fingers over the newly formed scars on her back, shedding a tear at the damage done to the back of the loveliest woman she knew. Valerie shuddered under the touch, the pain that inflicted them remembered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"

"No, it's all right. I want you to touch them. I need to know that it's okay. That I'm still attractive, someone you can…"

Sally reached around, putting her finger over Val's lips. "Shhh. Of course you're still attractive. These scars, they make you beautiful. I love that you have them, that you got them from someone you love and still accept. They'll always remind me that you're the most loving person I know." Sally ran her hands across the scars, feeling Val's back twitch as she did, sensitive to the slightest touch. Sally continued, feeling the stripes that her lover could very well carry for all time, making them part of the love they shared.

Sally leaned into Val's back, reaching around and caressing her belly and face while feeling the scars against her own breasts. There were tears on Valerie's face, dripping from her eyes. "Why are you crying? What's wrong?"

"I don't deserve you. I feel ugly and you make me beautiful again. How was I so lucky to find you?"

"We're both lucky. I have the most loving person, the most wonderful submissive in the world as my lover. She loves me with all her heart and I love her. Like you told Francine, love isn't about deserving, it's about giving of one's self. I would give you anything of myself that you wanted and I know that you would give me the same. Relax and let me make love to you."

"Only if it's mutual."

Valerie turned her head around and kissed Sally again. She reached behind her and rubbed her hands along Sally's sides. Sally's hands picked up where they left off, caressing Valerie's belly and face. They leaned back, Val lying on top of Sally. As Sally's hands played with Valerie's breasts, teasing the nipples and cupping her mounds, Valerie reach a hand between her legs, feeling out Sally's pussy lips, just brushing them with her fingers. She also swayed from side to side, caressing Sally's breasts with her back, the scars heightening the sensations.

Both women brought themselves slowly to greater levels of arousal, enjoying the simple pleasure of feeling the other respond. They were both producing lubricant between their legs, Valerie's running down her crack to drip onto Sally and mix with hers. The combined aromas were like a fragrant incense, both relaxing and heightening their senses. Valerie brought her other hand up and gently moved one of Sally's to her own pussy. They found the feeling of their arms side by side, each gently playing with the other's pussy incredibly erotic.

They continued this passionate, yet gentle lovemaking for some time until their breathing had become rapid and both felt a gaping emptiness in their cunts. "God," Sally cried, "I want to be fucked so badly. Will you fuck me?"

"Yes, show me how."

Sally led Val to the bedroom, where she had put the things she'd brought over. Among them was her strap on dildo. She put it on Val, making the very act a form of lovemaking. Valerie looked down at herself and thought, "Nothing marks me as no longer straight more than this. I've put on a fake cock and I'm going to fuck my woman lover with it. This is so hot." Her pussy was leaking even more juice as wild thoughts careened through her. She felt a sense of power, an unfamiliar one. She wanted to take Sally, not just fuck her. She pulled Sally close, holding her tight across the back with one hand and gently holding her head by the hair with the other. Deep in her throat, a growl she had never heard before came out. "I want you. I want to take you and make you mine."

"Oh God yes, I've wanted to hear you say that for so long. How? Tell me and it's yours."

"From behind. Lie down on your face, legs over the side." Valerie spun Sally around and gave a small push. Sally let herself drop to the bed her hips on the edge, legs dangling and spread wide. Valerie rubbed the rubber cock across Sally's lips, teasing her with the possibility of penetration. Sally moaned and tried to thrust back against it, but Valerie's hand pushed against her back, holding her down.

"Valerie, please fuck me, fuck me hard. I need to feel you in me, ravaging me."

"No. Valerie won't fuck you. Only Mistress will. Beg Mistress to rape you, taking you brutally."

Sally's heart leapt in her chest. The words she never dared believe Val would be able to say were there. As tears of joy streaming down her face, she begged, "Mistress, rape me, take me and make me yours. I'm begging you, fuck me hard and deep."  

Valerie leaned back and slammed the dildo into Sally's cunt, burying it to the hilt. The power she felt was incredible. She knew that Sally was hers this moment, to do with as she pleased. Sally would cum only when Valerie let her, would get up only when she let her. She understood a little of what Charles and Sally and the others felt when they dominated her. It was heady and erotic. She loved the feeling and gave it room to flow.

"Don't cum. You can't cum until I give you permission!"

"Yes, Mistress. I won't. Please fuck me, I so need to be fucked."

Val began to pump her cock into Sally over and over again, fast, deep and brutal, slamming into her cunt over and over again. Sally was moaning into the mattress, the sheets forming an impromptu gag. Her hands clasped the sheets, gripping them tightly, pulling them off the bed. Sally's clit was being thrust against the bed over and over again, driving her into a frenzy of excitement. She knew she was getting close and she lifted her head, begging, "Please, Mistress, I need to cum, please let me cum."

Valerie, whose own clit was being rammed against the end of the strap on was also getting close. She grunted out, "No. You can't, not until I do. Mistress first, then slave. You hear? Don't cum."

Sally cried out in that glorious frustration, steeling herself to fight against the orgasm at her door. "Yes, Mistress, I'll try. It's so hard, Mistress. Please have mercy, Mistress. It's so close; I don't know how much longer I can resist."

Valerie's cum was on the verge, her growl commanding, "Not yet, slave, not yet. When I cum and wail, then you can, not a moment sooner."

Sally's breath was coming in ragged gasps, holding, then letting go, as she fought to put off for just a few more seconds what was becoming impossible to deny. Then she felt Valerie stop, shudder, then cry out inarticulately as her climax washed over her. Finally released from resisting, Sally let go and screamed as her own orgasm burst out of her, her back arching at the sensations. Both women came for almost a minute, each orgasm reinforcing the other. When they were finally spent, Valerie collapsed onto of Sally, the dildo still embedded in her cunt.

"Thank you, Mistress, for taking me. I've so wanted this for so long."

"I had no idea how much of a rush it was. Does it always feel like this, so powerful and intoxicating, when you make me yours and use me?"

"Sometimes it's even better. Wait till you pull out of me things I didn't know I had to give you."

"I still don't think I can hurt you, you know, punish you. But I'd love to take you like this again, if you'll let me."

"Val, I love you and you can have me as your sex slave any time you want. I'd love to have you deny me sometime, make me go without orgasms over and over again. That rush will make this one feel like a mild breeze. To have that control and make your submissive writhe in the agony of unfulfilled pleasure, that is so immense. Hearing them beg, plead, and cry in frustration is a thrill everyone should experience."

"I'd like that very much. I so love and hate it when you do that to me. It feels like a glorious expression of love to have you deny me, if that makes sense?"

"Absolutely. The love I feel when you accept that denial is just as strong."

Valerie took the dildo off and the two crawled into bed, cuddled into each other's arms, falling to sleep. Had anyone been there to watch, they would have seen two people, obviously meant for each other, smiling contentedly as they slept. In their sleep, they fought to be closer and closer to one another. They woke as they fell asleep, in each other's arms.

They spent Sunday packing boxes, getting ready to move out. Both agreed that the sooner they were out the better. They weren't sure where they'd go. Francine's place was an option, but Sally was reluctant to ask Valerie to live in the house where the crisis had started. Sally's studio apartment was too small, even given that they would share a bed. With both not working the next week, they resolved to find a place that all three could share, if possible.

They had weathered the crisis so far, peace coming on this Sunday. Both were afraid that it was the eye of the storm, not the passing. What would the next week bring? What fresh hurts would come? They knew that their lives would never be the same. The world seemed to be arrayed against them, yet they had each other and their friends, both in and out of the lifestyle. They'd face the storm and either endure or perish, together forever.

Thanks to Dani for the wonderful proofreading that this story was long in need of.



Valerie Ch. 09







Valerie Ch. 09



"Not exactly. I want it to be removable, but not by me. I'm not explaining this very well. I want a special set of collar and cuffs that lock on me that only he has the key for. I want them to be very beautiful and identify me as his slave."

"Valerie. That's big. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm already reaping the downside of being outed. I want the upside as well. I want a new level to my submission, something just short of 24/7. Yes, I'm sure."

"We don't have anything like that here. You'll have to go to a specialty shop. Rachael should take you there. Submissives shouldn't go there alone, and they'll know you're a submissive."

"You're making it sound scary."

"It should be. This is a place that will do branding. They take domination very seriously. A submissive walking in without their Master, or prior arrangements from their Master, is looking for extreme humiliation. They'll assume the sub was sent in to be put into his or her place."

Valerie was shaking. "I had no idea."

"Don't get me wrong. There's nowhere you could be safer physically. But they'll make you feel like a slave. Rachael can offer you an anchor and a control on what can and cannot happen. You'll be fine, just expect to feel extremely submissive by the time you leave."

Giggy took Val to see Rachael and explained what she wanted. Rachael looked at her. "You're sure about this?"

"Yes."

"You'll need to be submitted to me for me to guide you in Divine's Devils."

"I had better get Master's permission."

Valerie called Charles' house and got Herman. "Herman, this is Valerie. Is my Master there?"

"Yes, Ms. Valerie, he is."

"Can I speak with him please?"

"Valerie, what is it? Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine, Master. I need your permission to submit to Rachael for a few hours. I need her to take me to Divine's Devils."

"Why do you need to go there?"

"It's a surprise, Master."

"I see. Hand the phone to Rachael."

Valerie heard only Rachael's side of the conversation. "Yes, Charles. Yes. I see. At least twice. Appropriately dressed. I can do that. I'll enjoy that. Thank you, very kind. Here she is."

The phone was given back to Valerie. "Valerie, as of now, Rachael is your Mistress, acting on my behalf in all things. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master. Anything she orders me to do or does to me is as if you were ordering me or doing to me."

"One thing. You are not to be branded or tattooed. Those decisions are mine to make. Understood?"

"Yes, Master." She hung up and turned to Rachael. "What do you require of me, Mistress?"

"Find a selection of clothes here more appropriate for a sex and pain slut. You'll be buying them and wearing them out."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Include an anal plug as well."

"Yes, Mistress."

Valerie wandered through the clothing section. She was faced with the fact that the vast majority of the clothing here was designed to reveal, not conceal. Realizing what she had let herself in for, she was taking on a subtle shade of red in her face and under her clothes. She decided on a shelf bra that pushed up her breasts without covering anything of significance, a translucent teddy that came down to just below her hips, leaving her pussy barely covered (and uncovered if she bent over at all), silk panties that would turn see through if they got very wet, thigh high stockings with garters, four-inch heels and lace gloves that matched the stockings. She picked up a plug, not quite the smallest, a collar, and a leash.

When she went to pay for them, Rachael took one look at the plug and said, "Too small. Get another one, and if it's too small, the trip is off and you'll have to explain to your Master that you couldn't get him a gift because you were too timid."

She returned and selected a plug that was both longer and wider. She still didn't get the largest, not seeing how anyone could possibly get that one inside them. This one passed muster and the items, along with a large tube of lube were rung up. 

Rachael led her to the back room where employees took breaks and ordered, "Strip!" When Val hesitated a moment, Rachael grabbed a fistful of hair and, pulling their faces close, growled, "I expect instant obedience at all times. No looking around, no hesitation, just obedience."

Valerie was truly frightened. No one at Charles' place was this savage in the way they acted. Rachael was a new experience for her, a frightening one. "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry, Mistress." She began to remove her clothes while the dominant lesbian held onto her head. The hair pulled as she twisted to get everything off. Fortunately, nothing had to be pulled over her head. Once she was naked, Rachael released her. Her eyes were filling with tears.

"Turn around and bend over."

There was a cold sensation in her ass, as Rachael's finger applied generous amounts of lube to the inside of her anal opening. She lost count of the number of times a finger penetrated her ass, but she was becoming aroused, her pussy lubricating itself. Then the plug presented itself at her opening. Her ass fought the intruder.

"Stop fighting this or you'll go to Divine's without any clothes at all."

Val tried to relax, loosening up some. It must have worked, because the plug slowly made its way in. Val groaned in pain as the ever expanding diameter forced her wider and wider. Then there was a 'plop' and her ass closed around the now smaller ring that held it in. She could feel the end disk against her ass cheeks, keeping it from being sucked in all the way.

"Put the rest of your new clothes on." While Val dressed, she was given additional orders. "You're not to cum this afternoon, no matter the provocation. Don't look anyone in the face, no matter what, unless I order you to. No speaking unless you're asked a direct question or ordered to respond by me. Any disobedience will be punished. Yes, I know you have a medical restriction on pain, but there are other ways to punish. Let's just say that you only have so many articles of clothing that you can take off before you're naked. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

There was a moment of softness from the Mistress, "Remember, Valerie, this is a gift for your Master. This is for him."

Valerie finished dressing by putting the collar on, hooking the leash to it and handing it to Rachael. Rachael led her out into the store, drawing stares from everyone there. There was open pointing and whispering from all sides. Stopping at the counter, Rachael let Giggy know that she was taking a long lunch, possibly very long. Then Valerie was led out to the parking lot where yet more eyes zoomed in on her as they made their way to Rachael's car.

In the car, once they were on the road, Rachael said, "Play with your cunt, make yourself hot. But don't cum and don't stop until I tell you to."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Valerie, take your teddy off. You weren't asked a question or ordered to speak."

Valerie gasped. She had not even thought to stay quiet in the face of an order. She pulled the teddy over her head, leaving her in stockings, gloves, panties, and a bra that covered nothing. She put her fingers inside her panties, stroking her pussy lips, sliding her fingers through the slick juices that wanted to entice her to penetrate herself. Her arousal grew quickly and she was panting in a matter of minutes, having had a head start from the shear humiliation of what she was undergoing.

"Penetrate yourself and rub your clit."

Val obeyed, though she knew that with this added stimulation, she would orgasm soon, no matter her orders. She couldn't even beg for permission without losing another article of clothing. In no time, she was squirming in the seat, her aroma filling the car and her juices dampening the seat. Her breath was in gasps that she held and released as she tried to stave off the cum that was fast approaching.

"Stop! Hands behind your head."

Valerie's hands pulled away like a flash, her orgasm mere seconds away. She froze, not wanting any movement to finish what she could not finish. Panting, she felt the climax recede, joyful that she had not been disobedient.

"You may thank me."

"Thank you, Mistress, for making me stop. Thank you for letting me obey you."

The rest of the drive was in silence, no orders given or questions asked. The shop was in an industrial area, no other stores visible. When she had parked, Rachael took Valerie's head between her hands and twisted it to face her. "See that you don't embarrass me here. Inside, you may speak as needed to make your wishes known, but otherwise, the silence rules still apply." Valerie nodded her head. "Good, you learn quickly. I intend to humiliate you in the extreme in there, more than Charles would ever think of. I know your safe word, but I want you to push your limit on humiliation. How much can you give me, Valerie?"

"I don't know, Mistress. I want to take everything you have for me, but I feel very frightened and horribly humiliated."

"Tell me what you're frightened of. Everything."

"I'm frightened of you, Mistress. You're so much more…harsh than I've experienced before. I don't know what to expect. I…I…I'm not sure I can trust you totally."

"Your submission to me has been planned from the beginning, because I am harsher than Charles. That means I already know what's in your contract. I won't go beyond those bounds and I'll honor your safe word. You're correct to be frightened of me. I try to be frightening. I enjoy the fear that comes from you, it's very intoxicating. You may respond."

"Thank you, Mistress, for taking the time to reassure me. You're still frightening, but I'll try to trust you, because Master does. I'm also frightened of what I've decided to do. I'm beginning to realize how much it will mean to me. When the collar and cuffs are on me, I'll never be able to forget that I'm his to command and that the world will know it. I still want to do it, but it's frightening."

"I understand. You're doing me a service as well. Seeing your willingness to go to these lengths to serve your Master may give Giggy the courage to do something similar. She has safe worded at a semi-permanent sign of her submission twice now. Now, back to work. Get out of the car, close the door and kneel next to it, the end of the leash raised in your hands, head down until I take it."

Valerie opened the door, keeping her head down (which helped her not know how many stares she was getting). Closing it, she knelt in the position and waited. Minutes passed, the sound of cars slowing as they passed the parking lot, bringing tears to Valerie's eyes. In her head, she was only able to keep still and not use her safe word by focusing on Him, Master. She wanted this gift, this display of her submission to him so badly, that kneeling in broad daylight as a slave was (barely) worth it.  

Rachael made her wait five minutes, confident that the workers who had found an excuse to take a break by now wouldn't ruin it for themselves by calling the police. At the five minute mark, she could see tears on Valerie's cheeks and knew it was time. She climbed out and took the leash, ordering, "Stand and look all around."

Valerie looked and saw men, everywhere, all looking at her. There must have been two dozen men that she was shamelessly on display to. "Smile for the gentlemen, let them know that you enjoy and want to flaunt yourself to them," came Rachael's additional orders. Val smiled, looking at each man she could see, making brief eye contact. The leash tugged and she followed Rachael into Divine's Devils.

Valerie had expected a dark and dingy place, but was greeted by a brightly lit shop. The shelves and racks had a reasonably normal selection of collars, cuffs, leashes, whips, and other lifestyle equipment. What made this place different from the Castle was the employees. They were obviously Masters and Mistresses, each and every one. They dressed the part, yes, but it was the way they carried themselves. There was an aura of expectation about them, that they would be obeyed or there would be hell to pay. One of the men approached Rachael.

"Rach, darling. Got yourself a new slave I see. Parted with that slut Giggy, finally?"

"No, Giggy is still mine. This thing is on loan for the afternoon. It's actually quite sweet. It wants a special gift for its Master. Locked collar and cuffs."

While Rachael was talking, each 'it' and 'thing' that referred to Valerie was like a slap in the face. Rachael was treating her as an object, a temporary possession. Her tears overflowed, dripping down her cheek. She thought that she would die on the spot, but that escape wasn't to come. Valerie knew that she wouldn't be given permission to speak to Rachael or be asked any questions by Rachael for the duration of their stay in the shop.

"I think it's crying."

"Oh, I'm not surprised. This is the first time it has been treated as the slave it is instead of the submissive it pretends to be. I just love it when the lovely things realize just what they are for the first time." Rachael pulled Val close and licked the tears off her cheeks, moaning like she was tasting a splendid wine.

"I think we can help it out in the back. If you'll follow me?" He led them to the back of the store and revealed a totally different place. There were several tables, able to be tilted at different angles, with straps for immobilizing people. She recognized tattooing gear from watching an episode of Miami Ink on TV once. There was a small fireplace near one table with several small steel rods sticking in a can off to the side. There was another table with a woman strapped down. Her body was covered by a thick tarp except for a portion of her wrist. Another woman was using a very small welder on something. It took a moment, then it hit Valerie, the woman was having a cuff welded on. It would never come off, ever. Not without getting someone to melt it off of her arm. She was only slightly reassured that the submissive was not in any pain, indicating excellent safety precautions.

The tour was designed to impress Valerie, as it ended next to the door they entered through. The man turned to her and asked, "What exactly were you thinking of?"

"I wanted to give my Master a special gift, a public display of his domination over me, one that I have no choice but to wear once it is on me. So, it needs to be able to take being washed when I shower. I would like it to be snug enough that it won't catch on things, beautiful and…a little slutty. It should identify my Master without revealing him."

"It seems like you've given this a lot of thought."

"Actually, Master, I just thought of it today. In my job, my former job, it was often necessary to picture what something needed to look like quickly."

"I prefer to work with immobile slaves. Get up on the table and lie down for the restraints."

Valerie did as she was told, placing her body so that the various straps were ready to be closed on her. He strapped her down, pulling each strap tightly, leaving her no wiggle room at all. The table tilted slightly, and he took a series of measurements around her neck, wrists, and ankles. He manipulated her limbs to get measurements in various flexed positions. Those done, he brought out a small book and held it up. Inside were a variety of designs.

"These are a selection of the designs that can be etched into the outer surface of your collar and cuffs. The inside will be smooth, of course, to leave your pretty neck and limbs unmarked until He decides to mark them. They're all beautiful, so that's not an issue. If you want slutty, I would suggest these here." He turned to page that showed a series of exquisite designs. Each was a chain of naked women in a variety of poses. One showed each woman in the chain bound at the hands and feet, which were bound to the limbs of the next woman in the chain. Each alternated whether they were facing up or down. The chain ended with a whip that connected the two ends, circling around a dog tag shaped area. The sample in the picture showed the words, "I belong to Mistress Serena," etched in the dog tag. The words were readable in the actual size image, though probably not for more than a few inches away.

The other designs were just as lovely and erotic, meeting the perfect definition of a little slutty. The facing page showed even more pornographic images, not the effect Val wanted. She noted that there were three sets of prices under the design. She asked, "What are the differences in the prices?"

"The larger in each set is for a collar while the smaller is for the cuffs. The prices are for stainless steel, alloyed silver, and 14 carat gold."

The gold was totally out of her reach, price wise, and she tended to discolor with gold rings anyway. The silver would eat up a full month of what her severance was going to cover. She could easily afford the steel, but felt that Master was worth more than that. "I suppose if push comes to shove, I can sell the rights to the crisis. God, I don't want to do that," she thought to herself. To the man, she said, "I'd like the silver ones, please."

"When do you need them by?"

"Early Saturday."

"There'll be a 25 percent surcharge for a rush job, can you handle that?"

"Yes, Master."

"Okay, one more thing." He picked up some items from the counter beside him and quickly snapped a collar and cuffs onto her neck, wrists and ankles. These were plain, made of steel, but they were locked. "You should make sure you can handle wearing collars you can't remove before you spend the money on them. Some slaves find the public exposure more than they thought they could bear." While he talked, he released Valerie from the binders. He had her step down and turned to Rachael, who had watched the proceedings with an expression of boredom. 

"Is there anything else, Rach?"

"Yes, there is. I think it should thank you and your staff properly for the attention you have shown it. As many of your staff as wish, have use of its mouth or pussy." Valerie couldn't see her make a hand signal indicating that there should only be two, not a crowd, and mouth only. Valerie, just recovering her equilibrium, thanks to being treated politely by the clerk, was sent into shock. She'd never been ordered to have sex with total strangers before. Master had always known them, or she'd chosen to be auctioned. She looked up at Rachael, pleading with her eyes.

"You were told not to look up at anyone. Remove your bra, now."

Tears filled her eyes as she took off the bra, knowing that the next failure on her part would result in the removal of the panties. Rachael took the bra and stuffed it in her purse.

The man smiled and said, "I would definitely like to use it. The mouth, I think."

Valerie was resigned to the humiliation, wanting her gift for Master so badly. Without waiting to be ordered, she sank to her knees in front of him. He took his cock out of his pants and let it hang in front of her. While Valerie took the cock into her mouth, Rachael dropped the leash and walked away, towards the front.

Valerie licked the head, catching the taste of precum that had gathered there while he had worked with her. He grew erect quickly, her visible humiliation adding to the excitement he felt from her mouth's caresses. As he grew, she took him in, wanting to end it as quickly as possible. She used every trick she knew to bring him off as fast as possible. She took him down to the back of her throat, swirled her tongue around him and sucked hard to create that partial vacuum effect. He had great stamina, however, and made her fuck him with her mouth for 15 minutes before he came, pulling out to paint her face with cum.

"Don't clean your face, I want it to stay there."

Her tears ran around the drying cum on her face as she noticed two sets of feet, Rachael's and another man's. "Slave, this man wants you to masturbate him all over your chest and belly. If he has not cum in five minutes, you will lose your panties."




Valerie Ch. 09



Valerie unzipped the man and pulled his erect cock out of his pants. She wrapped one hand around him and began pumping while the other alternated caresses to the tip and the balls. From his moans, she could tell he wouldn't last long, but would it be more than five minutes? She felt him pulse and aimed him at her chest, feeling the hot cum splatter on her and drip. He seemed to have saved up for some time, leaving a massive amount on her by the time he was done.

"It made it, 4 minutes 55 seconds. It can keep its panties, for now."

"Rach, this is the key to what it is wearing. If it doesn't change its mind by tomorrow, remove them and bring them back."

"You got it. Come along, slave, we must be getting back."

Valerie stood at the tug of the leash, its end once again in Rachael's hands. Her tears were flowing freely, her humiliation feeling complete. She was being led by a leash into public, with slave collars on and dripping with cum on her face and naked chest. Her only clothes were a pair of panties that were so wet that her cunt was visible though them, her stockings and her gloves. She felt every eye burning into her as she walked past the men and women in the front area of the store. 

At the door, Rachael leaned in close, whispering, "Valerie, I am very, very pleased with you. Giggy safe worded before we got here the first time. If you're at your limit and can't take going outside, whisper red light."

Valerei thought, tears still flowing and shook her head.

"I'm so proud of you. Can you handle walking out there without your panties?"

Valerie shook her head lightly.

"Then leave them on. It's just about over. Here, have a taste."

Rachael scooped three fingers of cum off of her chest and brought it to her mouth. Valerie sucked the fingers in and cleaned it. "Don't swallow. I want it in your mouth to show Giggy when we get back." Val nodded her head. "Now, stand up proud and look out at the world you little slut. Let them see a slut who is proud to be a slut." Valerie stood up, looked forward and followed the tug of the leash out the door.

It was 5:00 in the afternoon and the factories were letting the workers out. Valerie was the center of attention. Rachael knew that Valerie was close to her limits, so she put Val into the car immediately and drove off with a screech of tires. Rachael couldn't believe that Valerie had made it this far and was still going. She had one more test she wanted to give her, once they were back. She had noticed that Valerie had not driven her car, seeing it absent from the parking lot.

They drove to the employee entrance, entering directly to the back room. "Wait here," Rachael ordered. She left towards the front and was gone for several minutes. She returned and dropped her own pants and panties without a word. "I want some of you as well. Use your hands and get me off, make me cum. Leave the gloves on. Don't get any of that spunk on me, however. Is that cum still in your mouth?"

Valerie nodded, not wanting to lose it. She brought her hands to Rachael's cunt, feeling the wetness of the highly aroused woman. The tenseness of doing a woman was back, Rachael's harshness as much a factor as her being a lesbian. She shoved her fingers into Rachael's cunt, rubbing the clit with her thumb. So worked up was she, that Rachael was covering Valerie's hand with fluid, the hand fuck making sloppy slurping noises. Valerie was ordered to switch hands and leave the first one soaked. The dominant shortly came, covering the other hand as well.

"Don't clean your hands, leave them a mess." She walked to the door, "Giggy, could you come here for a minute?" Giggy entered, taking a look at Valerie's condition.

"She never used her safe word, did she?"

"No. Not once. She did indicate that coming back with no panties would be too much. Valerie, show Giggy your mouth."

Giggy looked at the open mouth. "Is that cum?"

"Yes, she's had it there since we left Divine's. I've just got to win her at auction Saturday."

"I can imagine what you will do with her in a club." Giggy shuddered at a memory.

Rachael looked at Valerie, taking in her eyes, tear stained and red. "Valerie, can you give me one more thing?"

"I'll try, Mistress. I don't know though."

"From this moment on, the only words you may speak are 'red light', until someone with the authority releases you with a direct order. A question is not enough to let you speak. Understand?"

Valerie nodded, her body tense, frightened of what was to come. Behind Rachael, she saw Giggy pantomime a phone call and mouth the word "trust".

"Here's your last order from me today. Go home dressed exactly as you are now, panties, stockings smeared with your juices, gloves soaked in mine and cum all over your face and body. Can you do that for me? Will you trust me to do that?"

Tears flowing freely again, Val, reaching for the last iota of strength, nodded her head meekly and walked towards the front of the store. Her body trembled as she passed by the three customers in the store, her body as red from embarrassment as from a whipping. She reached for the door, mouthing, "Trust," to herself, and walked out into public. Parked next to the door, was her car, Sally at the wheel. Sobbing with relief, she pulled the door open and climbed in, slamming the door behind her.

Sally looked over, startled at what she saw. She had only been told that Valerie needed to be picked up. Sally saw the tears streaks on Val's face and knew that she was at her limit of humiliation. Sally tore out of the lot and found a series of back streets to take, minimizing public exposure. She had nothing to cover Val with. 

"Val, what's happening?" There was no response. "Val, can you speak to me?" Valerie shook her head. "Are you under a speaking restriction?" The head nodded. "Can I lift it?" Nod. "Val, I order you to talk to me."

"Oh God, Mistress, it was so hard, she was so hard. Please, take me home. I need to go home."

"Valerie, I release you from submission to me for the rest of the day. I don't have any clothes for you; they didn't tell me what was going on."

"There are blankets in the trunk. Can I have them please? I can't take any more. Red light. Red light." Great heaving sobs wracked her body, the humiliation finally too much. Her arms tried to cover her body, but there was too much to conceal.

Sally pulled over and opened the trunk, finding Valerie's emergency road supplies, the blankets for winter storms still there. She hauled them out and covered Valerie, shielding her from the humiliating gazes of those they would pass on the way home. She drove in silence, pushing the speed limits to get her lover home as quickly as possible. There were a couple of odd looks at Valerie climbing the stairs in a blanket, but no one knew how little was underneath.

Inside, Sally took Valerie to the bathroom and took a shower with her, cleaning the accumulated gunk of the afternoon away, and the humiliation with it. She wondered about the collar and cuffs, but saved the questions for when Valerie was back from the place she was hiding in. Dressing Val in loose baggy clothes that hid everything, covering her in a visual suit of platemail, she held Valerie on the couch until she was able to talk.

"Sally, it was so horrible, the humiliation, the public exposure. She treated me like a thing, an object. I wanted to curl up and die. I had no idea that submission could be that hard."

"Valerie, you're describing being past your limits, way past. Why didn't you safe word?"

"I wanted Master's present so bad, I would do anything."

"These are his present."

"No, these are for me to be sure I really want a collar and cuffs I can't remove. This is the easy part. I want to give Master this gift, to say I am his. To flaunt my submission in the face of a world that would condemn me for it."

"Valerie, he'll love it, especially when he learns what you were willing to go through to get it. How do we get these things off?"

"We go back tomorrow and have Rachael remove them. She has the key."

"Not alone you're not. You'll be under my domination when we do. She won't get another chance at pushing you this far again. I know you didn't use a safe word, but she should've seen how far past your limits you were."

"I only came out like I did because Giggy clued me that they had called someone and that I should trust."

"Giggy is good people and a good submissive. Do you feel up to more packing?"

"Anything normal. I just can't submit tonight."

They spent the rest of the night packing the remainder of Valerie's belongings that would not be needed immediately. They planned to spend the whole day moving. Sally had already rented a U-Haul and had it parked outside. They could break the bed down in the morning and get mostly moved in by evening. They agreed to save the evening for planning their gifts to one another, whatever they might be. They slept in each other's arms again. No sex, just lovers cuddling.





Valerie Ch. 09



"Do you need a few minutes?"

"Yeah. That was so intense. I…I'm afraid to let you do that again, and I crave it, with all my being. Will you do that again, hold me powerless and torture me?"

"If you ask me to, yes."

Five minutes passed. Valerie felt able to continue.

Surmi explained what they were going to do. "We're not going to be dominant or submissive. Instead, you're going to top me and I'll be bottom. Do you remember the difference?"

"Yes. You'll be in control and I will just be providing the stimulation, under your guidance."

"Right. First, I want to see how long you can whip with a cat before it becomes unpleasant for you. I'll hold onto the bar and you whip me, one stroke every three seconds until it becomes uncomfortable for you." 

Surmi had removed her clothes while she was talking and grabbed the bar at the end. Valerie picked up the cat and gripped it. Her stomach felt fine so far, so she raised her arm and brought the cat down upon Surmi's ass. Part of the lashes wrapped around and caught the woman's cunt, but she only grunted. The knot was beginning to form, but Valerie took another swipe and slashed the whip across Surmi's thighs. The butterflies were threatening to start using artillery and Valerie stopped, unable to go on.

"I can't. It's too much."

"Okay. That's a good baseline. Tell me how you feel right now."

"My stomach is going nuts. It's like I'm trying to do something I know is wrong and I'm going to get caught. If I were to go any farther, I'd start feeling like I'm going to throw up."

"Good, you're very aware of how you feel. That'll be important. Tell me about one of today's denials; get your mind off the whipping for a few minutes"

Valerie told Surmi about the brutal, back against the wall, hand fuck that had left Valerie moaning into Sally's mouth. Surmi asked for all the details of how it felt, what she was thinking, totally distracting her from the whip lying next to her.  

"How do you feel now?"

"Okay. The knot in my stomach is gone."

"Good. Test two. Take the paddle and spank me once, then stop and tell me exactly how you feel. Oh, and really lay into it. I want to know that you've done something."

Surmi grabbed the bar again. Valerie took the paddle up and gave Surmi a stroke that came out of left field, laying a resounding "smack" in the air. Dropping the paddle to her side, Valerie considered.

"There's a knot in my stomach. I'm uncomfortable."

"Okay. You do have a low tolerance for inflicting pain. I think instead of trying to overcome it, we'll use it instead."

"Use it, how?"

"Bear with me. Just do nothing and let me know when the knot goes away."

Minutes passed. Surmi had left her watch on, noting the passage of time. At the five minute mark, Valerie said, "Okay, I'm better."

"Hit me again; stop when the knot is back."

Smack. "It's back."

"Good. Wait for it to go away and hit me again. Keep that pattern up until you've smacked me five times."

So it went. Every five minutes of so, a single smack from the paddle, then five more minutes of waiting. Surmi would have been bored to tears with this pace if she had not been in training mode. Her pain threshold and her knowledge of the implements made her popular with dominants training other dominants. She could subject herself to massive amounts of pain, in most people's eyes, with out crying out or complaining. She barely noticed what Valerie was giving her.

After the fifth stroke, Surmi let go and talked to Valerie again. "Val, you seem to be able to keep a pace of one stroke per five minutes. For most people, this would be nothing, not even worth getting tied up for. But we're talking about Sally. She thrives on anticipation. This pace will drive her nuts. You give her ten lashes at five minutes apart; she will be in tears, begging you for more. What we have to do is to play things up. Watching a dominant stand still for five minutes at a time is boring. The cat will be your best tool, I think. There's so much you can do with it other than whip with it. Before we do that, however, you have some orders to follow. Grab the bar."

Valerie grabbed the overhead bar and looked at Surmi. Surmi stood there, waiting. Val remembered that she had to ask. "Mistress, take me again, hold me captive with your eyes and torture me even worse than before."

Surmi put her finger to her lips, quieting Val. She looked into Val's eyes, drawing her into that captivity. Surmi's hand went south again, brushing lightly against Valerie's pussy. This time, Surmi thrust three fingers into Val's cunt, her thumb brushing against the clit as the fingers swayed back and forth inside her pussy. Valerie's breath caught, her body rocketing this time, unable to cry out as those eyes once again held her immobile. Valerie saw desire in Surmi's eyes, desire for something she couldn't understand. Surmi wanted something from Val and Valerie was unable to give it, unable to fathom what was wanted so badly that there was desperation in her look.

As Valerie tried to understand what was there, the pleasure overtook her, driving her towards an orgasm, the desired and feared orgasm. Valerie pleaded with her eyes for the orgasm, the denial and to know what to do. At the last minute, the hand pulled away and Surmi whispered, "Hurt me," bending her shoulder into Valerie's mouth. Without a second thought, Valerie bit, hard, pressing her teeth into Surmi's flesh with increasing pressure until the oriental pain slut cried out in agonizing ecstasy.  

Valerie let go, falling back against the wall, terror in her eyes as she realized what she had done, tasting blood in her mouth. "No! Surmi, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please forgive me."

Val was speechless, when Surmi looked up, a look of intense pleasure on her face. "There's nothing to forgive. Thank you for that wonderful gift. I knew I could trust you to see what I needed. No one else will give me that, not even Master. If anything, I should ask your forgiveness. I knew you'd have the most difficulty with what I wanted, so I maneuvered you into doing it without thought. Thank you again, it was incredible."

Valerie noticed that Surmi had had an orgasm, from just the bite. "But I drew blood."

"That's why it was so good. I'll have to use antiseptic. Human bites are notorious for infection. I promise you, I won't ever trick you again. I'll tell you up front what I want and you can make your choice. How are you feeling?'

"Surprisingly good, considering. I guess knowing that I won't be doing a second bite tonight made it bearable."

"That's cool. Would you consider more bite play in the future, never more than one per session?"

"I'll think about it. No promises."

"Fair enough. Now, let's work on a show for Saturday."

By the time they'd worked though the next two hours, Valerie had a gift for Sally that would stun and amaze the crowd at Mephisto's. Surmi had never heard of what they had worked out ever being done before and couldn't wait to see it. They made plans to meet again tomorrow to practice some more. Surmi drove Val home rather than have her take a cab. Outside the house, she said, "One more denial is due. You ready?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Pull your skirt up. Good, masturbate yourself. No, look at me, don't make any noise. Focus on my eyes; don't stop until I look away. Keep going, higher and higher."

Surmi kept up the hypnotically soothing voice as Valerie played with her cunt, sticking fingers in and rubbing herself. She was lost in those eyes again, unable to stop as the arousal built and built. Val wanted to stop before it was too late or the frustration was too much to bear, but those eyes and the soothing words kept her going, silently, relentlessly towards her doom.

"Do you want to stop?" Val nodded. "Don't stop, keep going." Minutes later, Valerie's breathing ragged and fast, "Do you want to stop now?" Nod. "No. Not yet." Valerie's eyes were pleading, begging for an end, her orgasm almost there. Surmi saw the change, Val's desire morphing from obedience to pleasure. "Do you want to stop now?" Shake, no she didn't. "Stop now," she whispered as she turned her eyes away. Unable to resist, Valerie cried out and pulled her hand away, not wanting to, but knowing she must.

"Now, get out and run to your Mistress."

Valerie did, running in desperation for her Mistress, her only hope for release. There was no one on the street and she reached the door in short order. Remembering her instructions, she stripped quickly on the porch, opened the door and entered. Tossing her cloths on the floor, she dropped to her knees and crawled into the living room, seeing her Mistress sitting on the couch. Valerie crawled over the Sally and kissed her feet, covering them with kisses and the tears that flowed freely in her mounting frustration.

"Please, Mistress, let me cum, I need it so bad. Please, Mistress, can I have my, no, your orgasm from you? I'm begging you, please."

"Did you deny yourself twice tonight?"

"Three times, Mistress. Surmi denied me three times, Mistress."

"Very good. I'm pleased with you tonight."

"Thank you, Mistress. I tried so hard, it's so hard and I need it so bad."

"I know. Can I have more?"

Valerie gasped, the thought of even more denial striking her to the core. She didn't know how she could stand it. She loved Sally so much, however, that she simply said, "Yes, Mistress, as much as you want."

Sally lifted her chin up, looking at her, the love and lust visible inn her eyes. "I love you. Now, go to the bed and restrain yourself in the bindings that are there. I'll be in shortly."

"Yes, Mistress." Her voice was trembling, fearful that Sally intended to deny her all night, yet excited at the chance to give Sally, and Sally alone, this gift if it was asked for. On the bed, her ankle and wrist cuffs were tied to the bed, and her blindfold was sitting in the center, set up so that she would be stretched, arms and legs together, between the ends of the bed. She crawled up onto the bed and cuffed her ankles together and then lying back with her blindfold on, she cuffed her wrists together, rendering herself incapable of affecting her own pleasure. Minutes passed, as Valerie lay in frustration, softly crying.

Sally came in and saw her lying there, so obedient and eager to please. She crawled up beside Val, spooning with her, hands wrapped around the tearful submissive, holding her for a few minutes.

"Why are you crying?"

"I want to cum so bad and I want to please you so bad, and I'm afraid that I can't have both."

"If you had to choose, which would it be?"

Val wailed in despair, "You, Mistress, I would please you."

"I know you would. You are such a wonderful slave. Do you know what I want from you?"

"Denial?"

Sally leaned in close you Valerie's ear and whispered, "Your safe word limit in denial. Can I have that?"

Valerie didn't trust her voice, nodding her ascent. She shivered, fearful of how far she would let herself be pushed. She couldn't help it; she would push her boundaries whenever she was given a choice. Sally knew this. It was one of the many things she loved about Val. "I'm starting. I'll bring you to the brink and back over and over again until you safe word."

Biting her lip, Val nodded. Sally's hand reached down and lightly caressed Valerie's pussy, feeling the moisture that had already dripped and soaked the sheet underneath her. Valerie gasped at the touch. Her cunt was incredibly sensitive, primed for the slightest touch. The bound woman's body shivered uncontrollably as waves of pleasure once again washed over her. She was sobbing openly at the sensations, knowing that they wouldn't culminate in anything less than an agonizing failure to find release.

"You can struggle and beg and cry with all your might. I want your struggles, your pleas and tears. Let me have all of you."

Released by the command, Valerie gave full voice to her desperation, crying and pleading with her Mistress, jerking her body in a desperate attempt to cheat fate and somehow cross that elusive barrier. Sally had come to know her lover's body as well as her own, feeling the arousal build steadily and quickly. When it got so close that Sally could feel it on the edge, she pulled her hand away.

Valerie went wild, bucking like an out of control bronco. "Nooooooo! Please, Mistress, not again. Please, no. Let me cum, let me cum, please." Her cries broke down to sobs, her body shaking, breath coming in great heaves. Sally held her tight, brushing her face with one hand and kissing her neck over and over again. As her sobbing eased, Valerie was whispering, almost to herself, "No, not again. No, not again. I can't take it. I can't take it."

Sally whispered, "Val, are you at your limit?" Her head nodded. "Do you want to safe word?" Her head shook. "Why?"

Val choked out, "I want to please you."

"I don't want you to suppress your limits for me. Only push them. Are you pushing or suppressing?"

"Push. One more. Just one more."

Sally rolled over Val to lie in front of her, taking the blindfold off. "Beg me for one more denial or use your safe word."

Tears flowing freely, she looked her Mistress and lover in the eyes and whispered, barely audible, "Please deny me one more time." The request was punctuated by a wail, the pain of knowing what she asked for crashing down on her.

Sally looked her in the eyes, kissed her lips and said, "No." Then she wriggled down to Valerie's legs, pulling the knees apart and buried her head in Val's cunt. Her tongue lashed out, delving deeply into the folds of pussy, forgoing gentleness for a mad race to the climax that she was determined to give her lover. While her tongue was buried in Val's pussy, Sally's hands pulled the hood off of Val's clit and rubbed it directly. Valerie's back arched at the intensity, her breath sucked in before she screamed at the overload. Her clit was so sensitive from the day long arousal that Sally's touch was almost painful.

With Sally's face buried in her pussy, the tongue filling that need for penetration, Valerie was propelled towards her orgasm at a blinding pace. It took mere minutes to reach the first plateau, Valerie's body shaking in the throes of an orgasm that left her breathless. Sally didn't stop, but kept up the furious assault on her lover's pussy, taking long swipes with her tongue, from ass crack to clit and back. Barely over the first, Val was propelled into another climax, this one silent, as she was unable to get enough of a breath to cry out. The third, brought on by Sally thrusting four fingers from her hand and wriggling them lewdly while her tongue took over on Val's clit, started while the second one was still trying to ebb. Her breath finally caught again, she screamed in delight, the release of a day's worth of frustration finally arriving.

Knowing that Valerie's body was at its physical limits, she eased off, lapping up the juices that had covered much of Valerie's legs. As Val came to her senses, she cried, with tears of joy, "Thank you, Mistress, thank you so much," over and over. Her face covered in Valerie, Sally crawled back up to hold and kiss Val, letting her lick herself off of Sally's face. Sally reached up and released Valerie's cuffs, freeing her arms.

Valerie pulled Sally close, kissing her madly, reaching a hand down to her cunt. Sally was as wet as Val, her pussy lips full and protruding. "Mistress, may I?"

"Oh God, yes. Fuck me with your hand, don't stop, make me cum." Sally was more than ready, having denied herself through the day, not just of orgasm, but of touch itself. Now she wanted what her submissive had to offer in pleasure.

Valerie kissed Sally and held it, her hand holding her Mistress's head in place while the other dived into her cunt, four fingers reaching deep while the thumb played with her clit. Sally's arms reached and held Val's head tight, as well as her body, trying to pull Valerie into her to become as one. Her hand felt the scars on Val's back and soaked up the warmer temperatures from them, embracing them as her own. When she crossed the threshold, she gasped, unable to cry out past Valerie's mouth. Her hold tightened. The fingers of her hands digging into Valerie's scalp and back.

As she came down, Sally cried, "Hold me, I never want to let you go."

"Never, never let you go. Never," came the response.

They embraced tightly, holding onto one another as if the world would try to tear them apart. Unsure of the future, they were demanding the most of the present, they only thing they had beyond themselves and their mutual Master. Slow passion would come with stability, a quantity that was uncertain and future. They fell asleep locked in this tight embrace, not letting it release, even in the deepest of their dreams, seeking the comfort of their love.





Valerie Ch. 09



"I've got some things to do to get ready with your gift. Can you drop me off at Castle again? I'll get home by cab again."

"Sure. Be careful, I don't want you submitting to Rachael again, not until we've established some guidelines about limits."

"Don't worry, I arranged to have the stuff shipped so I don't have to go in there again. I won't need a dominant."

At Castle, Giggy and Rachael were working alone. Valerie thought this would be the best chance she would have to talk to Rachael about yesterday.

"Rachael, can I talk to you about yesterday?"

"Actually, I was hoping to have the chance. Let's go over here."

They walked over to an empty display that was in the middle being restocked.

"Valerie, did you go past you're limits with me yesterday?"

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk about. I allowed it to go too far and I wanted to apologize. I should've used my safe word."

"Giggy told me after you left that she thought you had gone past them. I honestly didn't realize. Why? Charles told me you were good at recognizing your limits."

"I…It's a little embarrassing, but I wanted the gift so bad that I'd do anything to finish the purchase."

"Well, first, I want to apologize, I should've been more aware. But, Valerie, if you'd used your safe word, we would have stopped the play, not the trip. I trusted you when you said you weren't past your limits. We'll have another, longer time together and I need you to be certain. Yesterday was only a taste of how I dominate. Imagine that and harsher for two days. I need to trust you."

Valerie shuddered at the thought of two days of Rachael. "I promise. I'll use my safe words. Will you promise to watch me more carefully?"

"Deal. You're a wonderful submissive and I'm looking forward to using you."

"I hope I can please you."

"Now, what else do you need?"

"I need a cat, something special to use on Sally."

"Oh, so you're going to dominate Sally. This will be interesting. They're over here."

There was a small selection of cats, most differing as to color and not much more. One stood out. It had a multicolor bundle of strands and there was a penis shape at the end of the handle. Looking closer, she saw that it was an actual dildo, shaped like a cock.

"Oh, that's a good one for shows. Those colors will fluoresce under black light and there are black light projectors at Mephisto's. You need to be careful though. Very hard strokes could leave the fluorescent materials on the submissive. Light strokes or short duration is the key."

"That won't be a problem. Is there someplace we could try out the glowing?"

"Sorry, we're too well lit. I can promise you, they're spectacular to watch."

"I'll take it."

At the counter, Giggy was making small talk while she rang it up. "So, have you had a chance to look for a new job yet?"

"No. There was some stupid email from someplace called Delgrasi Publications."

Giggy stopped and looked up. Rachael turned around. "Did you say Delgrasi?"

"Yes. Do you know them?"

"They're only the publishers of the best fetish magazines out there. They produce high quality mags with a professional style and taste. They have the only bondage magazine that shows bondage that real people will use. If not for the ad quality, they would be perfect."

Rachael picked up where Giggy had left off. "Sex toy ads are always so tactless and crude. It's like all the ads were written by 19-year-olds. Giggy, is our new copy of Sappho Digest under the counter?"

"Yeah. Take a look, Valerie."

Valerie took a look at the magazine. She was used to the cheap end pornos that focused on only titillation, every story about someone's wild fantasy or escapade. This one had three advice columns, one on relationships, one on medical issues, and one on how-to questions. There were articles on sex and erotic stories, but there were also helpful and informative articles on non-sex interests written from the lesbian view point. The ads were horrible. Like most special-audience magazines, the ads took up almost half the space. You'd think the advertisers didn't realize that they were addressing a woman audience.

"I see what you mean. I'm not lesbian and I would love to get this magazine. Those ads, ugh. That email. It was an invitation to apply for a job. Do you think…?"

"Valerie. Did you answer them?"

"No. I thought it was some offer for story rights."

"God, girl. Reply. You need a job. Their corporate headquarters is right here, not two miles from the store. I mean, why seek out an ad exec, unless you think you need one. Tell me you didn't delete it."

"I…I'm not sure. It's recent enough I can recover it if need be. Do you suppose someone heard all the news and thought that I'd understand their advertisers? You know, my company, or rather former company, had a strict rule about not accepting sexual advertisements. It's almost an industry rule. Too much chance of a boycott. If I were someone who received lots of sexual ads, I'd have an in-house ad executive. My God, this could be perfect. I'll have to answer them tonight."

Valerie's mood was almost ecstatic when she arrived at Mephisto's. Her practice session went well with Surmi and the intense pain slut thought the glow in the dark whip was perfect. Back at home, she shared the news with Sally. Then she called up her email, making use of a nearby unsecured wireless signal. Seeing she hadn't deleted it, she activated the link.

The web sight she went to was a job application site. It was as she hoped. The company had created a new in house advertising specialist and was seeking resumes. She filled in the requisite fields, attached her digital portfolio and turned to the letter. She decided that she had nothing to lose by straight forward and aggressive honesty. She wrote a letter that emphasized her marriage of strong advertising background with a presence in a sexual fetish lifestyle that would bring a player's perspective to advertising in their magazines. She emphasized her familiarity with the subject matter of seven of their magazines and a willingness to become familiar with the others. Checking it over several times, she made a few changes and sent it off, fingers crossed.

Valerie and Sally enjoyed a quiet evening watching TV and eating pizza. They went to bed early, the moving having worn them out. Valerie took a while to fall asleep, worked up about the prospect of another job so soon. That it seemed to come about as a result of her pubic exposure was all the better. She hoped that the turn of events over the course of this week wasn't too good to be true. This life that was being rebuilt from the ashes of the previous life was still fragile.

Sally and Valerie were woken by the haunting sound of Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells. Sally was confused by where it could be coming from. Valerie, however, recognized the sound of her cell phone's Exorcist theme song ringtone. Rolling over, she grabbed the phone and answered.

"Yes, this is Valerie Burbon."

"Ms. Burbon, this is Calvin Freshin. I represent Delgrasi Publications. May I have a few moments of your time?"

"Yes, of course. I wasn't expecting such a quick response to my application."

"I start my day rather early. I was looking over your letter. I'd like you to elaborate on why your being active in a fetish lifestyle will enhance your ability to help produce quality advertising for our publications."

"Yes, of course. If I may be frank, Mr. Freshin, the ads that you currently run in your magazines show a certain immaturity. It's as if the advertisers have no idea just who the target audience is. For example, in your latest issue of Sappho Digest, you have ads that talk to a desire to see your lover begging for more of your manhood. I doubt that men make up a large portion of that magazine's readership. An ad such as that can actually cost you readership. I'll be honest, I'm new to the fetish lifestyle that I am in, and so I haven't read any of your magazines. I have developed numerous contacts in the fetish world and will be able to bring that borrowed expertise to my work. As your advertisers are able to better target the audiences they are speaking to, your readers will notice the improvement and the word will spread that your already good magazines are even better. I don't have to tell you how important word of mouth is to niche publications such as yours."

"I see. You seem very confident of yourself. Can you explain how you came to be released from your previous position?"

"Branford and Gashune made the decision that my services were no longer required. I'm not at liberty to discuss their reasons. I'm sure that they would be able to elaborate on their reasoning."

"I see. Would you be able to come in for an interview tomorrow with our hiring committee?"

"I would be honored. What time will be good for you?"

"10:00 in the morning. Do you know where our offices are?"

"Yes. I'll be there. Thank you."

Valerie cut the connection. Turning to Sally, she saw the smile on her face being reflected back at her. "I've got an interview. This could be it, Sally. The job I love working for the lifestyle I've embraced. Pray to that God you worship, Sally, that I'll be hired by Delgrasi."

"I will. Things have a tendency to work out. What do you want to do today? We don't need to move anymore, thanks to the guys."

"I want to visit Francine again, make sure she's getting out tomorrow. I'd like to see Lilly, see how she's holding up at the agency. What do you want to do?"

"You mean other than make passionate love with you sometime? I want to take you to dinner, a date."

"That's sounds like a wonderful idea. We've been running around like chickens with our heads cut off for a while. Where do you want to go?"

"I was thinking about Gatsby's."

"Gatsby's? Isn't that…"

"Yes. It caters to gays and lesbians primarily. The food is really good, and it's someplace you can go to dance where your partners won't expect anything relationship-wise or sexually. And, I want to share you with my lesbian friends outside of the D/s lifestyle."

"Sally, I'd love to meet your friends. I learned Monday that I'm still bothered by sex with women, other than you. But friends, I'd love to have. Will they be offended that I'm a one woman bisexual?"

"No. There are as many bis as lesbians among my friends. Being bi myself, those more stringent lesbians aren't in my circle of friends. Every group of people has its bigots, even ours. You'll be just fine."

"Thanks. I guess I'm just so nervous. It's a bit like going to see your beau's parents." She thought a moment, realizing there was more to it. "No, that's not it. Sally, in the last month, my life has totally changed. My sexuality, my loves, my career, even where I live. I'm giving Master a gift that will make me even more deeply embedded in the lifestyle than I am now. I'm frightened. I'm scared of what I'm becoming. I look back four weeks and I don't even recognize the woman that was me then. Who am I, Sally and who will I be in another four weeks? It's all happening so fast. And I can't get off."

Sally reached over and hugged Valerie. She was crying lightly, shaking a little as the magnitude of the changes she has already experienced and the ones that were rapidly coming made themselves felt, yet again. "Val, I don't know who you'll be in four weeks, except that you're my true love right now, and you'll be that in four weeks, four months, four years or four centuries. That'll never change. All these other changes, whether good or bad, have drawn us together. No matter what else they bring, I love that they brought you to me. Change is frightening. When I first submitted to Master, my life was turned upside down as well. I lost friends who didn't understand my attraction for the lifestyle and the multitude of partners. The friends I have now accept me for who I am. You'll love them and they'll love you. It's all right to be scared, just don't let the fear paralyze you."

"I know. It's just so overwhelming. Sometimes the submission is the easiest part. Let someone else take all the responsibility. When I go to Master's and let all of you use me, it's so relaxing, even when I'm being whipped or tormented with sexual denial. All I have to do is let it happen and cry, 'red light,' when it's too much."

"I hear you. That's why I hope you can take charge every once in a while. Take me and make me yours. I like to relax too."

"I think I can strap it on and make you beg on occasion. Let's shower together. There's not enough hot water for two."

They had to shower quick, skipping the sex that was so inviting. They decided that they had to get a new hot water heater. They measured the available space and made their first stop Lowe's. Since they were planning to move things from Francine's, they rented a U-Haul again. They did wonder how Fred and Daphne survived with such a low capacity of hot water. Two hours later, they had an appointment to have the new heater installed Friday afternoon. Next stop was the hospital.

They found that Francine had been moved from ICU to a normal room. When they reached her new room, she was looking much better with the lack of tubes and wires.

"Francine. You're looking a lot better. How are you feeling?"

"Valerie. Physically, I'm good. Mentally, I'm still a basket case. There are still nightmares. I still can't feel much. I can't even feel for you. It's just not there. Why can't I feel anything?"

"Francine, I'm not a shrink, but it probably hurts too much to feel. You were savaged, physically and emotionally. The emotional hurts were worse. You're trying to protect yourself, much the way I did when Mike died. In your case, it's just too much to hide from. You need professional help. Let yourself get helped."

"I'll try. It's so hard. Will you be there for me?"

Sally answered for them, "We both will, through it all. And so will a lot of other people. Everyone in the scene knows how horrible what happened to you was. Our big fear in this life is that our trust will be betrayed. That's why we try to be so safe. They all want you better. You're not alone."

Francine started crying; unable to comprehend the level of support she was being extended. She still couldn't feel hope, but she believed that she might feel it soon. Sally and Valerie sat with Francine, letting her know that they were there for her, for an hour. They found that she was to be released at 2:00 in the afternoon on Friday after a final checkup from Helen. They rescheduled the installation for later in the afternoon and drove out to Valerie's old office building, shortly before noon, when Lilly would normally take her lunch.

Valerie smiled as she saw Lilly, expertly giving instructions to a couple of visitors. Once she was free, "Lilly. How's the job?"

"Oh, Ms. Burbon. It's great. I think it's going to work out. What can I do for you?"

"We were wondering if we could treat you to lunch."

"That would be great. I have so much I want to talk about. Our last talk really helped me with some things. I'll be off in ten minutes."

"We'll wait over there."

Lilly joined them after 15 minutes and the three walked down to Great Wall again. After they had ordered, Valerie started things. "So, Lilly, how is the new job working out? Is there any fallout on you since I was fired?"

"No, but there were a few people who wanted to know if I knew 'what you were' when I applied. I told them that, yes, I did know, you were a good friend and a good ad person. They got the hint."

"That's great. I love your answer, it shows class. Have you thought about Saturday?"

"Yes. I think I'm going to come and try to watch. I might have to leave if it's too much for me. I still get butterflies when I think about what you all do."

Sally piped up, "Lilly, we would never want you to go past your comfort zone. I'm honored that you're willing to try, and that you've chosen to accept Valerie for who she is and not try to change her."

"I thought about it, I'll admit. But I just couldn't do that. It dawned on me that what makes Valerie such a good friend is what makes her such a good… what is the word, submissive. She loves to give of herself. That would be like chopping down the forest to get rid of the bugs."

Valerie remembered that Lilly had said that she had something to share. "Lilly, what did you want to talk about?"

The young lady actually blushed. "I…well one was to tell you that I was going to try to be there for your handfasting." She hesitated, seeming unsure of herself. "The other, it's kind of embarrassing."

"Take you time. If it's too much, don't feel obligated."

"Frank, that's my boyfriend, he was a…reading about you in the a…paper. He knows you wrote my letter of recommendation. He a…This is so embarrassing. Hewantsmetotiehimup." The last words were barely understandable, having been rushed through so fast.

Sally took Lilly's hand and looked at her, making eye contact. "How do you feel about that?"

"I don't know. I mean he doesn't want me to do anything really bad…damn, that's not what I meant."

"It's okay, Lilly. We both know your feelings on things like whipping. It's not the end of the world. What does he want you to do?"

"He wants me to tie him to the bed and make love to him. When he can't do anything to control what's happening."

"And does that have any appeal to you?"

"It's kind of…" Her face went beet red, embarrassment visible to all. The arrival of their food gave her a chance to recover a bit. "I kind of want to. He cums too fast usually. He always gets me off too; he's really good about that. But I never get to feel him in me when I cum. If I was in control, I could slow him down, maybe." By the time she'd finished, her face was red again, and she couldn't look up. It's not that she wasn't used to talking about sex, it was the nature of this kind of sex, something she never thought she would be interested in.

Sally took over, "That might actually work. Especially if he tells you what he's feeling all the time. Lilly, it's up to both of you. Both he and you have to want to participate. You could try it once and if it's too bad don't go back to it. Sort of like a first date. If you don't like the guy, you don't call him back. Make a first tie-down date, with the understanding that it's to see how you both like it. If you don't, it never happens again. You're both curious, so check it out. I can even loan you some safe bondage stuff that will keep him from getting hurt. Most of the things novices try aren't very safe.

Lilly looked at the two, thinking about what Sally had said. "Does this mean that I'll want to do all the things that you do to each other?"

"No. There are lots of people who don't go for whipping or spanking. In fact, Mephisto's sets aside Wednesday nights as a no pain night. All the paddles and whips are locked away and any play is more subtle. There was this one guy, he came every Wednesday with his sub and they put on a show of tying her up. He had some of the most beautiful rope ties that he put her in. You wouldn't believe how much a really good binding can enhance a woman's, or man's, beauty. They even have fliers on how to safely make some basic tie downs. Lots of beginners come on Wednesday because things are less threatening."

"And they're not looked down on, the ones who just like the lighter stuff?"

"No. In fact, it's a mistake to think of it as lighter. There are pain people who can't handle a really good tight bondage. Sometimes, immobility is intense, all by itself. I should be honest, there are elitists in the lifestyle who think there's only one right way to play, but they're a minority and getting smaller. If you showed up with just questions and curiosity, you'd be accepted, as long as you showed respect. I know you'll do that."




Valerie Ch. 09



"So, do you think I could come by and get that stuff tonight after work?"

"Yes, I'll have it ready and I'll give you the 25 cent demonstration of how to use them. You know we've moved?"

"No, I didn't. Are you having a house or apartment warming?"

Sally and Valerie looked at each other. Valerie answered, "We hadn't even thought about it. We're still settling in and we'll need to take some time. But that's a good idea."

They finished their lunch, Lilly getting the address down, and the lovers escorted her back to her job. After that, they headed to Francine's place to see about getting some of her stuff moved so that she would feel at home at the new house. Valerie, once they had arrived there, stood outside the door, reluctant to enter.

Sally took her arm, making her presence felt, "Memories?"

"Yeah. I so want to run. I know it's silly, but it feels like going in is to invite it again."

"There's a reason people set up shrines at accident sites. It's to take the evil from the place. We can't set up a shrine, but we can face it with courage. It scares me to. I don't want to lose you, and if Robert hadn't seen Francine with Painmaster the night before, no one would have come for you. Someone was looking out for you and I'm sure he still is. Now, let's go make Francine feel at home tomorrow."

Valerie grasped the handle, unlocked the deadbolt and stepped into the house where horror had taken place. They moved quickly to Francine's bedroom, bypassing the entryway where Val had hung helpless. Francine's bed was large. A canopy bed, with four carved pillars, it looked to be a challenge to move. Valerie knew the secret, however. The bed could be disassembled by two people of reasonable strength and a Leatherman multi-tool. The process of getting the pieces of the bed into the truck took an hour. Sally had to do most of the lifting after the first half hour when Valerie's scars began to throb and actually radiate heat.

With the bed ready, they moved to Francine's drawers. The hand truck that came with the U-haul was invaluable in this respect. The 100 pound oak dresser was manageable by Sally with the wheeled leverage it provided. Francine's computer station was also easily disassembled for transport. Finishing off with many of her personal belongings, the couple finished the packing job. 

Back to the new house, they repeated the process, moving Francine into the other first floor bedroom and putting her bed and dresser back together. Lilly showed up to get the restraints that Sally had promised to lend her, and insisted on helping. Francine's computer station was put in the front room and her belongings left in boxes in the bedroom.

Having sweated profusely, they took another shower together, looking forward to when they could make these events more pleasurable. While Sally dressed braless in a knee length sleeveless dark green dress, Valerie stood and stared at her wardrobe.  

"What's the problem, hon?"

"I want to dress sexy, but I'm concerned about people's reaction to my back. Even if they don't know where the scars came from, they will stare, point, and whisper. I've seen it when disabled vets wheel themselves on the sidewalks. I know it's human nature and people don't mean badly, but…"

"You don't want to be that center of attention?"

"Yes."

"Think about this, Valerie. Once you give Master your gift, you'll always be the center of attention. Collar and cuffs in public? Val, you're making a statement with that. Why wait till then? Go for it, girl. Plus, I want you sexy, too."

Encouraged, she opted for a backless full length dress with a dropping cleavage that showed off her breasts without revealing the enticing parts. Her light blue lace bra was complimented by the darker blue dress. The slits that went half way up her thighs left plenty of freedom to dance in.

"How do I look?"

"Do I really have to take you out before I ravish you?"

"I'm afraid so. Anyway, how can you drive your friends wild with jealousy if they never see me?"

They drove to Gatsby's, arriving by 7:00. They entered the restaurant and dance club arm in arm, heads turning to see who had come in. Valerie, who had never been in a place frequented by gays and lesbians, was mildly surprised to see that it was no different in appearance to any other club, with the exception of the presence of same sex couples on the dance floor. Still, many of the couples were mixed gender, saying much about society's powerful expectations. "Straight and vanilla." Val whispered to her self.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, just old ways of thinking dying a gentle death."

They were seated in a booth and given menus. Both ordered non-alcoholic drinks, Sally because she was driving and Valerie because of her meds. While they were looking at the menus, a man walked up and boldly spoke up, talking to Valerie. "Good evening, lovely lady. Would you do me the honor of a dance?"

Sally, looking at the man, smiled and said, "Go ahead, I'll order you something scrumptious."

"I'd be delighted." Smiling a little wicked smile, she asked, "Are you any good?"

He gave an exaggerated bow and answered, "Ma'am, there is no better dancer in the entire world." He extended a hand to assist her out of her seat and lifted her into his arms as he swept them onto the dance floor. He was indeed a fabulous dancer, matching Valerie's skill move for move. She lost herself in the dancing as the band moved from one dance number to another, varying the speed and romanticism levels with consummate skill. 

It was only as she saw her food arriving, that Valerie realized that she'd ignored her date for almost 45 minutes. Thanking Frank for the wonderful dance (they had exchanged names at some point) she breathlessly returned to the table, the wonderful smells greeting her.

"I'm so sorry, Sally. I shouldn't be ignoring you like that."

"Valerie, you looked so happy out there. I think you forgot all the bad for a time. I would never begrudge you that. Besides, Frank has had no one to match his skill on the floor for quite some time. Did you notice how many couples were just watching you two? You became the center of attention and it wasn't for your back."

Valerie smiled at the compliment, digging in to her dinner. Sally had ordered her lobster stuffed peppers with Caesar salad and twice baked potato. Sally was having filet minon, broccoli in cheese sauce, and steak fries. While they ate, several ladies and men came over to find out who Sally's new beau was. It was a new experience for Valerie to be checked out by the women and not by the men. It was also a new experience to be checked out without being visually undressed. The banter was friendly and Val found herself liking everyone who came over.

After they finished dinner, Valerie asked, "Sally, would you like to dance?"

"I'd love to."

Dancing with Sally seemed as natural as dancing with Mike. As they danced, it was as if the rest of the dance floor faded into oblivion. It was over an hour later when they returned to their seats, Sally's feet starting to hurt. One of Sally's female friends, Gwen, asked Valerie if she was up to another turn around the floor.

"Go on Val, enjoy. I haven't danced in over a year. I need to work back up to long stints."

"Don't go anywhere, we have something we have to do after we get home," Valerie said with a sultry whisper.

Valerie felt a little strange dancing with Gwen. It bothered her that she still was anxious about close contact with women. She could feel herself tensing, losing the enjoyment of the dance. They were in a slow dance, their heads on one another's shoulders.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"I'm sorry. I…I was straight a month ago. I'm still trying to understand what's happening."

"It's okay. We were all awkward when we started defying society's expectations. You love Sally. That's makes you a good person. Try to relax. You're a wonderful dancer."

"Thanks. Everyone is treating me so good, I feel like family."

"You are, dear, you are. Are these from the incident?" she asked, tracing the scars on Valerie's back.

"Yes." Valerie twitched under the touch, the scars still sensitive.

"Were you frightened? How bad did it hurt?"

"Not at first. You know I went there to let her, right?" Valerie thought it odd that she felt more comfortable talking about her BDSM life than in holding a strange woman.

"I read. Seems strange. Don't understand it."

"I can try to explain sometime, if you like."

"Sally's tried. I don't get it. Then I don't get how people can eat carrots cooked. Different strokes."

"That's as good an explanation as I've ever heard. Anyway, I wasn't really scared until I realized that something was wrong with her. She ignored a big safety issue."

"How bad did it hurt?"

"A lot. Even before I was scared, it hurt. It's not the pain for me, it's the giving in. But it got really bad after she went farther than I wanted."

"I'm sorry it happened. Will you do it; I mean the stuff you like to do, again?"

"Yes. It's like having a bad date. You don't stop dating; you keep on risking, because if you don't, you curl up and wither."

"I know what you mean. So, is the sex good? With Sally?"

Valerie sighed, "Fantastic."

"You know Sally's not monogamous."

"Yes. Neither of us is."

"Is there any hope, in some distant future when you're more comfortable with yourself, for a real lesbian to take you on a date?"

"Are you asking me out?"

"Yep."

"Well, assuming Sally's okay with it, ask me again in six months. At the rate I'm adapting, I should be up to it by then."

"I'll hold you to that." Gwen gave her a squeeze as the slow number ended.

When the slow dance ended, the band charged into a swing tune, letting Gwen and Val tear up the floor. The energy and increased separation enabled Val to enjoy the music and movement more, and the two of them returned to Sally, breathless from five minutes of vigorous foot and body work.

Gwen told Sally, "Girl, you've got a very loving and sensitive lady here. You take good care of her."

"Don't I know it. You ready to head home for some nooky?"

"Are your feet up to it?"

"I don't plan on being on my feet much, you little hussy."

Gwen laughed, "I can see when I'm not needed. You two go and have even more fun. I'm going trolling. You lovebirds have made me hot."

Valerie and Sally left the restaurant and headed back to the house. On the way, Val had her hand on Sally's leg. "You know that Gwen made a pass, or rather, a future pass at me tonight."

"I thought she might. What did you say?"

"I said that she should try again in six months, when I might be more comfortable, assuming you were okay with it."

"That's great! If you can, that'll mark another major growth for you. You'll find that she's very butch in the bedroom. It'll feel a little like being dominated. She'll take the initiative and leave you breathless."

"You won't be jealous?"

"No. I'll just find someone to whip that night," she said with a chuckle. "It's not like we have the ability to stay faithful when our Master can order us to fuck anyone he wants."

"No, I suppose not. I was faithful to Mike, but I'm not that woman anymore."

Once they were inside the house, they embraced, kissing each other, playfully at first. Their hands explored their bodies like it was the first time; tentative, trying to read the wants and desires the way a blind man reads a Braille book. 

Valerie whispered, "God, I love you so much. I can barely remember what it was like to not know you."

"I love you, too. I knew you were special even on that first Saturday when you were so honest about your same sex problems and concerned about offending me. I didn't know how special until your initiation, when you took my humiliation on."

"I cared so much. I think that was when I began to love you instead of just lust for you." She punctuated her statement with an aggressive kiss, wanting to move beyond playful to erotic. The two women, still kissing, danced their way slowly to the bedroom, following a melody that only they could hear. An observer would have seen two women dancing an incredibly erotic waltz that lacked the blatant suggestiveness of dirty dancing. It was one of those dances that would have been at home on any dance floor; yet if found there, would announce to the world that these were passionate lovers, comfortable with the whole world knowing it.

Somewhere along the way to the bed, they both lost their shoes. Valerie had dropped the zipper on Sally's dress, giving her access to Sally's back, caressing the small of the back with the hand that was not holding her head in place. Sally, already having full access to her lover's back, was caressing from neck to ass, treating the healing scars as an erogenous zone, enjoying the way Val twitched at the nearly tickling touch on the sensitive spots of skin.

The bed against Sally's legs, Val reached up and pulled the straps off her shoulders, starting the inevitable collapse of any visual decency that might have remained for Sally. In full cooperation, Sally shrugged the dress off, revealing that she had gone sans panties as well, leaving her open to any advances that Valerie cared to make. Sally reached up and flicked the straps of Valerie's dress off her shoulders, removing the only support it had had. As the dress fell to the floor, Sally reached out and caressed Val's breasts through the lace of her bra, enjoying the feel of the lace designs under her fingers.

Valerie pushed Sally down onto the bed, kneeling at Sally's feet. She showered affection onto the stocking clad limbs, giving each enclosed set of toes a slow blowjob while running her thumb up and down the sole, enticing little tickle jerks from Sally's legs.

"Oh, God, stop that, it's so intense, so…ahhhhh" Valerie had not stopped, but had grasped both feet in her hands, holding them tightly together, and run her tongue up the sole of each one, from heel to toe. Sally writhed on the bed, captured by a sensation that was part tickle, part massage, and all erotic.

"Ohhhh…ahhhh…Uhhh…where did ahhh you learn ohhh this?"

"It's something Mike used to do to me." Valerie's speaking gave Sally a minute respite from the sensation overload her feet were experiencing.

"The man's a ohhhh…ahhhh…uhhhh…a genius. God! Don't stop, I might cum from just this… uhhhh."

Sally had lost all ability to speak, her writhing body plowing forward in arousal. Valerie, still holding the feet immobile with one hand, was inching Sally's stockings, which had come loose from their garters sometime during the motions she was being forced into, down her legs. Sally had no idea what was to come as each foot was freed from the cotton sheath they had been in. As Valerie's tongue swiped its way up the first freed foot, Sally bucked; the direct contact even more intense than the touch through the fabric.

With the feet now free and vulnerable, Valerie's tongue was relentless, probing between toes at the end of each upstroke. "Grab the head of the bed, it helps." Sally reached up and grabbed the head of the bed, holding on like she was suspended over a cliff and to let go was to fall. As she writhed and bucked, the tongue that was torturing her feet was increasingly covered in spit, as if to lube the feet for some strange sexual ritual. When Valerie's teeth grazed across the ball of Sally's foot, she screamed, feeling far more than actually happened, their sensitivity having been increased by multitudes.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she babbled, craving and dreading another brush with those instruments of danger. The other foot, same thing and she went wild, her feet screaming that someone was biting them. Then, Val placed her teeth on either side of the arch and held them there, waiting in anticipation.

The feel of those teeth, with the tongue tickling the arch between them, was causing a brief skirmish between desire and dread. Desire won out and she cried out, "Yes! Do it!" Valerie bit down, pinching the thin skin of the arch and holding. Sally screamed in pain/pleasure as waves of sensation, much like an orgasm, radiated from the teeth on her foot up through her body, passing over her cunt, giving it little spasms, and on to her hands, which pulled hard on the headboard, hard enough to cause an audible creak.

Val let go with her hands and allowed the foot to pull itself to safety, free of the treacherously sensuous mouth that had been torturing it. As soon as her feet were free, Sally began to come down from the high she had reached, catching her breath and moaning softly. Valerie climbed up onto the bed, holding her lover's head and kissing her gently as she panted from the exertion she had endured.

"I'm going to get you for that. I'm going to tie you down and make you suffer through that incredible pleasure and pain and tickling for hours. You are a witch, a cruel witch and you had better be willing to do that to me again!"

"I look forward to it, both. It's been years since anyone has done that to me. Mike was able to keep it up longer. He could hold on tighter than I can."

Sally bent her head slightly, taking a nipple into her mouth, letting her teeth graze across it. Val cried and moaned at the same time. "Grab the headboard, don't let go." Valerie obeyed, ready for intensity. Sally began to worship Valerie's breasts, kissing them and leaving generous amounts of moisture on them. One of her hands reached down between Val's legs, caressing the inside of the thighs, near, but not quite at, her pussy. Her other hand reached up Valerie's side and lightly stroked her underarm, making Val moan and giggle at the same time.

Valerie's body wanted to laugh as Sally increased the intensity of the underarm contact, but there was too much arousal. All she could get out were staccato moans as the outbursts she needed to give were all mixed up. It was this thoroughly confused body that Sally changed course midstream on. Her hand running along Valerie's thighs tipped up just enough to cause her nails to scrape along the skin moistened by pussy juice, while her mouth took an entire areola in her mouth and bit down. The bite was not hard, but it felt like it was on that incredibly sensitive flesh. At the same time, her other hand dug in Valerie's armpit deep; provoking a laugh response at the same time Val wanted to scream. The resultant noise was much like the bark of a hyena. Valerie's body was twisting in the bed, trying to extricate itself from the rush of sensations that was assaulting it. 

Sally let up when Val let go of the bed, her hands no longer able to hold on. She practically leapt on top of Val and pressed her body down, her mouth trapping lips, tongue darting in for a passionate kiss. The two women grabbed each other, their bodies both hungry for pure raw sex now, all thoughts of play and teasing gone.

Valerie gasped, "Pussy, eat my pussy!"

Sally echoed her, "Mine! Mine too!"

Sally swiveled on top of Val, bringing her pussy to Valerie's mouth while her own face dived into the cunt below it. The two licked at each other, drinking in the copious quantities of pussy juice being produced like it was life-giving nectar. Bodies acting to prevent a cessation of the wonderful sensations being given to them, each pair of legs closed against a head, locking it in place. Their writhing, one on top of the other, was limited by the lock they had on each other. Their moans were muffled by the fleshy gags that each forced themselves onto.

Valerie reached up with her hands to grasp Sally's ass and pry it open so she could stick a finger into it, producing a muffle squeal from its owner. When she encountered stiff resistance, she lubricated her digit with some of the plentiful slick fluid around Sally's cunt. Now the wet guided missile entered that dark opening, fucking Sally in the ass. Valerie could hear Sally grunting into her pussy and she pushed another finger in. Pushing in deep, she twisted her fingers, pressing them against the walls of Sally's ass.




Valerie Ch. 09



It was too much for Sally and she was catapulted into an orgasm. Her back arched, pressing her pussy even more firmly against Val's mouth, spearing the tongue that was licking at the lips. Valerie could feel the pulsing inside of Sally's cunt bearing down on her tongue, trying to draw it in even farther. She licked at the inside of Sally's cunt for long minutes, sending it into another orgasm before the first had passed. Her face was drenched, covered in sweet smelling Sally.

As Sally came down off her double climax, Valerie cried out, "Fuck, I need to be fucked."

"I can do that," Sally answered. She rolled off the bed and pulled her gym bag of toys out from under the bed and strapped on the same fake cock that Valerie had used on her earlier in the week. Valerie had thrust her hands into her cunt, trying to fuck herself, to end the lack of sensation between her legs. Getting back on the bed, she pulled Val's hands from her pussy and shoved the dildo in to replace them. Bracing on her arms, Sally thrust into Valerie's cunt with aggression, the need of both women still high.

Sally's own orgasm had simply left her craving more instead of fulfilling her lust. Valerie, wanting more from the fuck she was getting, grabbed Sally and, pulling her down, rolled until she was on top, straddling her fake cock. With Valerie's weight now pressing the base of the strap-on into her clit, Sally had no objections, and in fact, reached up with her newly freed hands and pulled on Valerie's nipples. Valerie had her hand on her clit, rubbing it with abandon. Her other hand was pulling on Sally's nipple, pulling her up by her nipple ring while Sally was trying to pull Val down.

When Valerie's first orgasm hit, she leaned back, pulling both their breasts taut, with neither letting go. The shaking she was doing rubbed the base of the strap on against Sally's clit, sending her into another orgasm. The two shuddered on top of one another, pleasure washing across their bodies. As they came down, Valerie lay down, the dildo still in her, and took Sally's mouth captive again, their tongues fencing. Neither was satiated yet, sensing that they had one more peak to reach.

Sally whispered, once their mouths separated, "I want to fuck your ass. Can I fuck your ass?"

"Oh God, yes. That sounds so delightfully wicked."

Sally rolled Val over and pulled out. She pulled Val's legs to the edge of the bed, giving her easy access to Valerie's nether hole. Extracting her lube from the bag, she slathered up Valerie's ass with the silky gel, stretching the asshole with one, then two, then three fingers. Satisfied that she wouldn't tear anything, she slathered more lube on the dildo and pressed it against Valerie's hole. It slid in slowly, Sally taking her time. Once it was in all the way, the base pressing up against Valerie's butt, she began to slowly pump it in and out.

The slower, though no less aggressive, ass fuck was driving both women to yet another orgasm. Valerie had one hand between her legs, arm underneath her, pressing against her clit, driving herself on. Valerie was also thrusting against Sally with every stroke, maximizing the deep penetration. Both their breaths were ragged, having nearly exhausted themselves from the previous orgasm, yet they wouldn't be denied one more. The mild domination she felt from taking her lover's ass, sent Sally into spasms first, her body's shuddering stimulating Valerie's ass even more, enough to reach her own climax. Sally fell on top of Valerie, their bodies quivering as the orgasms faded.

Sally pulled out slowly, taking her time to avoid hurting Val. Once out, she let the fake cock drop to the floor to climb up next to Valerie, who had pulled herself back onto the bed. Sally caressed Valerie's hair, looking into her eyes and kissing her lightly. Valerie had her hands running along Sally's thighs, tracing little circles along the flesh.

"I feel like it gets better each time we make love. Can it keep getting better and better?" Valerie asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. It's like each time we have exactly what we need to satisfy each other."

"I'm glad we've not been under Master's orders this week. We've been able to explore each other. I am looking forward to some serious submission on Saturday, though."

"Me, too. I wonder what Master has planned for us."

"Do you have a special image or picture that says you when you see it?"

"I don't know. I'm a cat person. I think that panthers are so lovely, their glowing eyes staring out from the black space that is their face. They're so graceful, powerful and sensual. Why do you ask?"

"How would you feel if I got a tattoo, Master permitting, of course, of something special to you, just for you?"

Sally felt her eyes filling with tears. She struggled to get the words out before she was lost in the incredible love she was feeling. "Val, that's so wonderful. No one has ever given me something so permanently of themselves before." She was crying, holding onto her lover, a weight she hadn't realized was there, lifting from her.

Valerie had not expected such a reaction. Yes, she had never marked her body for another permanently, but hadn't attached any special significance to it. She longed to know what was in Sally's heart that would be so strongly moved by the offer. "Sally. Share your heart; help me understand why this makes you so overjoyed. I didn't expect this."

Sally stifled her tears, trying to understand herself. That lightening, what was it? She searched herself, much like an initiation searching of self. Finally she thought she understood. "Valerie, please don't take this wrong, but as much as I love you and have enjoyed being with you these past weeks, there was a part of me that was fearful that this would be a passing thing for you. So many other relationships that I've been in have been so transitory. We can't marry. There was nothing we could do to say, 'this is forever.' And you just told me that you want me to be a part of you forever, both for real and symbolically. The fear is gone. You won't leave me like so many others."

"Sally, I had no idea. I have always thought of my relationships as forever. That's why it hurts so much to have friends like June walk away from me simply because of a new aspect of me they don't like. I would be June's friend forever, even if she became something I found repulsive, because friendship is supposed to be forever. When I told you over dinner that I loved you and wanted to be with you forever, I meant for as long as we both shall live. The handfasting is our public declaration that we are forever. With Mike, the rings we exchanged were our symbol of undying love. For you, I wanted a symbol that was you and only you. That's why I want you to pick it out. It's for you, about you and of you. It'll make me more beautiful than I am now, because we're more beautiful when we are together."

"Val, you are so special. I don't know how I lived before you."

"The same way I lived between you and Mike, incompletely. Mike completed me, like the missing piece of my life. When he was torn from me, it just wasn't his piece that was lost, but bits of the ones around him. You fill that hole in me perfectly."

"Thank you for being in my life. Thank you for loving me."

They drifted off to sleep, relaxing in each other's presence. The storm was passing, life was renewing. Not as it was, but in a new form, as life always does when it heals. There would be scars, true, but new strength as well, born in adversity. It was a strength they would need to weather one last squall.