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Elise Ch. 02

By: Calandria2



It is to be assumed that you have already read part 1. Everyone in this story is over 18.



We awaited eagerly the arrival of our first clients at the Abadía, and were excited when a limousine bumped its way up the stony track, a uniformed chauffeuse opened a rear door, and out stepped an elegant lady, wearing an obviously authentic mink coat over a black trouser-suit and patent heels. Her black hair was coiffed in a sophisticated chiñon, and her make-up looked immaculate. As Judith and I watched from a narrow slit-window, the chauffeuse range a bell and Teresa opened the door, admitting the woman. The chauffeuse looked around her, then got back into the limo, and drove away.

Later, Sir Gordon presented the newcomer, as Celia, telling me in an aside that she was, in fact, the Contessa de Montalvia. Apparently her husband had surprised her, in her bedroom, flogging herself with a riding whip, having previously noticed marks on her buttocks – on the rare occasions she allowed him to see her undressed. The count had decided that she should have a taste of a real whipping, and, knowing Sir Gordon, had sent her to la Abadía. According to Sir Gordon, she had agreed with alacrity, but my first impression, when she was introduced to us, was that she was haughty to the point of arrogance.

This attitude soon showed signs of changing, however, when she was led into the preparation room, and stripped naked. She had a nice, slender body, and when I unfastened her hair, it fell down her back in a long, silken cascade, which I proceeded to plait into a single rope, whilst Maria tended to her nails, and Libby, against Celia's useless protests, set about piercing her tongue and clitoris-hood. Daphne saw to her make-up with her usual expertise. When we had finished, Greg came to admire our handiwork, and gave her the 'uniform' we all wore – garter-belt, white stockings, metal-heeled stilettos, and a lilac satin cape. Her broad silver-plated, bejewelled wrist-cuffs, with their attached heavy rings were now fixed, then she was told to kneel on the floor, her elbows on the chair she had just vacated, spreading her knees a little. Judith came up behind her with the conical butt-plug, ready-lubricated, and drew a harsh scream from Celia as she pushed it firmly up the Countess's anus, so that the diamond-cut decorative flange glinted in the light as she squirmed with the agony of this penetration of what must have been a virgin arsehole.

'I'm going to love whipping her,' said Astrid.

Vestiges of her noblewoman's arrogance could still be seen as we walked her down the stone-floored corridors, down the steep staircase, to the punishment room, but traces of fear appeared on her beautiful face when she was chained up to the metal frame, her wrist cuffs snap-linked to thick metal rings just above her head. Her cape was removed by Daphne, then Astrid walked around her, showing her the thin, leather coach whip she had had soaked in a bucket of water especially for Celia.

Ì'm going to hurt you a great deal,' she said, 'I think twenty strokes on your lovely back will be nice. Will you like that?'

Celia nodded dumbly.

'Well?' rapped Astrid, harshly.

'Yes,' she replied, in a tiny voice.

'Ha,' said the Swedish girl, 'so the Countess speaks!'

She rubbed her own bare breasts deliberately against Celia's, and felt between the Countess's legs, then sniffed the hand she had used, and transferred it to Celia's open mouth. 

'Taste your juices, my dear,' she said, 'you are excited, aren't you, you slut?'

Without waiting for a response, she stepped back, drew back her whip-arm, and brought the lash down across the woman's lower back with a fearsome crack. The wet leather lash must, I knew from experience, have stung like hell, but drew only a sharp gasp from Celia, despite leaving an angry red welt across the breadth of her pale back. Involuntarily, my own juices started to well up as I watched, sensing Celia's agonising pleasure, as more of Astrid's vicious strokes fell across the soft white flesh of her back, criss-crossing it with livid red stripes, and now drawing long moans from the noblewoman's mouth, as she writhed in her bonds. Tears were soon streaking her cheeks, mascara running in lines down from her aristocratic grey eyes.

When eventually Astrid unclipped her cuffs from their rings, she fell into the Swedish blonde's arms and allowed herself to be half-carried to the padded bench, where they embraced like lovers, kissing fervently, until Astrid pulled away gently, and said, 'We're going to leave you for a while now, then it will be time for your next punishment.'

We all trooped out, then, to plan, leaving the frightened brunette on the bench with her thoughts.

Half an hour later, she was still where we had left her, her knees drawn up to her chin, hands clasped around her slender legs. Greg took her hands, none too tenderly and led her to a wooden bench, where Libby was carefully placing a flat tray. He motioned that she was to climb onto it and lay back on the tray. As soon as she did so, an awful howl of anguish escaped her lips. The tray was covered with a layer of salt, which must have aggravated her wounded back terribly! But when she tried to rise, Astrid forced her back down. 'I thought you liked pain?' she said. The Countess was sobbing now, and this increased when Daphne and Maria took an ankle apiece and raised them, wide apart, way above her head, while Astrid handed a short dressage-whip to Su-li.

'Whip her pussy!' she commanded, and the Chinese girl administered six punishing lashes to Celia's upper thighs and pussy-lips with the thin, cruel implement, each drawing a short, harsh scream from the woman's open mouth.

When she had finished, Su-li kissed Celia gently, then helped her from the bench and handed her on to Judith, who was to tend her wounds, in preparation for the following day's session. Her attitude, I noted, had changed – her arrogance had been replaced by a submissive acceptance. 

Next day, Celia was led naked into the punshment room, and Maria and I strapped her slim ankles to the rough wooden legs of a bench, over which she was made to lay, face-down. Her arms were extended and her wrists strapped to a bar in front of her, but the bench only supported her up to her waist, so that her breasts were free, slightly pendulous, when Astrid screwed nipple-clamps hard into place, causing her to whimper at this new pain. The legs of the bench were set about two feet apart at the base, so that her buttocks were forced open when she was strapped down, and the lewd butt-plug, similar to those each of us wore, was nicely displayed, as were the marks of yesterday's pussy-whipping.

Greg wandered in, wearing a paisley dressing-gown, and carrying a thin cane. 

'I'd like you to give her a few strokes on the thighs to warm her up,' he said, to Astrid, who took the cane from him, and lashed her cruelly across her lovely, fleshy thighs, causing her to moan an writhe as best she could in her bonds.

'Right,' said Greg, 'Out with the plug, then!'

There was a loud 'plop' as the large plastic cone was pulled from her anus, leaving her with an enticing gape.

'Hmmm,' murmured Greg, parting the dressing-gown to reveal a massive erection. He beckoned to Judith, always his favourite, and she knew her role. She fell to her knees, and took his expertly, deep into her mouth, stroking his engorged balls as she sucked his immense length, burying it deep, deep into her throat, then slowly easing him out, her eyes up to his as her long, pierced tongue teased its way right up to his crown.

He pulled out, and said, 'Thank you, darling,' then turned his attention to the helpless Celia. He studied her gaping arsehole for a long moment, running a finger around its rim, then slowly began to penetrate her with the crown of his massive, engorged cock. As he worked his way in, down to her tight sphincter, she cried out, but he paid no heed, and only thrust harder, driving her hard against the rough timber bench as he impaled her virgin anus on the full, impressive length of his mighty weapon. She gave a kind of strangled sigh as he reached the very limit of his drive, his balls hard against her buttocks, and then he began to ease out again – in and out, slowly at first, then gathering pace, as he pounded into Celia's velvet tube, and she moaned with that mixture of agony and ecstasy that accompanies a first anal fuck. The ecstasy obviously took over as she yelled, 'Oh, fuck me! Fuck my arsehole! Cum in my arse! I want you to fill me with your hot cum!' 

Greg duly obliged, with an animal roar as his release came and he shot his load deep inside her. But while he was still embedded in the woman's anus, Judith, knowing her role, came up behind him, and shoved a long finger straight up his own arsehole, causing him to groan, while she bit his ear-lobe and whispered something to him. Whatever it was, he was evidently soon ready to continue fucking Celia, only this time, he withdrew from her arsehole, and plunged his cock, still hard as iron after Judith's 'treatment,' deep into her wet, pink vagina. There was a loud slurping noise as he fucked her hard, and, in no time at all, he stiffened, shuddered, and came once more, again shooting a copious load, this time into the Countess's cunt.

When Greg withdrew, he pulled his dressing gown around him and said, sheepishly to Judith, 'I hope you don't want anything from me for a little while?'

'I'll let you off – for now,' she said, and we all went off for a coffee, leaving a protesting Celia, still bound to the bench, dripping with cum.

'When we get back, I think she should have a good caning,' said Astrid, 'then I think we've finished with her.'

Su-li it was that was entrusted with caning the Countess, and thirty hard strokes of a bamboo cane were deemed sufficient. 'Just make sure she cries,' Sir Gordon said, as he came to see the final act of Celia's 'training.' She did, and was sent home to the Count with buttocks so welted and red that she would not be able to sit comfortably for a week or so. 

Our next client was not due for three more days, and that time was filled with more 'training' for ourselves. Daphne was given a taste of the whip, and brazenly begged for more. Astrid obliged, but only on condition that she herself could be flogged the next day. I couldn't help but marvel at the masochistic pleasure some of the girls derived from the lash, knowing that, although I, too, always had an orgasm when I was being punished in this way, it was nothing compared to the sheer animal delight I got from love-making, especially with my darling Judith.

The door-bell rang early one morning, announcing the arrival of Cindy, our new client. The young English wife of a rich owner of three plastics factories in southern Spain, she had told her husband she was prepared to do anything to save her marriage of five years, when she found that her husband was spending an increasing number of evenings away from home. Her husband was, to nobody's surprise, numbered amongst Sir Gordon's circle of friends, and it was soon clear that he wanted his wife to become a submissive.

She was a true 'English Rose,' long, silky, honey-blond hair cascading down her back almost to her slender waist, big blue eyes and full lips giving her a sensual look which just begged to be made love to. She wore a tailored bottle green suit with a very tight skirt, over a white silk blouse, and walked confidently in on five-inch heels.

I was detailed to greet her, being English.

'Hello,' I said, 'Welcome to the Abadía.'

She took my hand in a cool grasp.

'I suppose you know why you are here?' I asked.

'I was told it was for training, but I haven't been given any details,' she said, showing no sign of fear.

'Hmmm,' I said, 'The training will be....er...rigorous. It is best you understand.'

Her lovely blue eyes widened a shade at that. 'Rigorous.....how?'

I didn't know how much to tell her. 'You are to be trained to take physical pain – and derive pleasure from it.'

She turned away, and when she looked back at me again, there were tears in her eyes.

'Just what have I done?' she said, waveringly, 'I've tried to be a good wife to Enrique, and he sends me to... to....this prison!'

'It's not a prison, Cindy, all the girls you will meet are here willingly, and they have all undergone the same training you are to have.'

'B...but... physical pain! I can't stand pain,' she cried.

'You want to please your husband, don't you?'

'Yes,' she said, almost in a whisper, looking down at the pointed toes of her shoes, 'More than anything in the world.'

'Then come with me, and we'll prepare you.' I led her to the preparation room, where the girls, already in their 'uniforms' of garter-belt, stockings and satin cape, were waiting. Cindy looked at each of them in amazement, surprised to see their naked, shaven pussies, and their breasts barely concealed by the open capes.

Daphne sat her down in a stiff-backed chair, and Maria started to trim and brush her long blond hair, commenting on its fineness, while Libby gently parted her thighs and inspected her already nicely shaven pussy.

While Judith and I attended to her make-up and nails, Libby quietly went about the business of selecting a suitable decoration for the blonde's clitoris, which she had found sufficiently prominent to be pierced.

As I was applying eye-liner, Cindy suddenly stiffened and shrieked loudly – I knew then that Libby had expertly pierced the girl's clit, a pain and sensation I could remember as both abominable and ecstatic at the same time. 

Her tongue was Libby's next target, and by the time we had finished, Cindy was prepared for a new life as a sex-slave, dressed as we all were, in white, lace-topped hose, a lilac satin garter belt, white stilettos with steel heels, and a lilac satin cape, clasped at the neck. Astrid fixed in place her stout leather wrist restraints, with their metal rings let into them, and she was ready to be led to the punishment room. We had decided on a short pre-lunch session, in a break from tradition.

Cindy shivered with fear in the warmth of the centrally-heated punishment room as her wrists were attached to the snap-links on the frame, just above head height. 

'Spread your legs apart,' ordered Astrid, and we admired Libby's handiwork, a delicate gold clit-ring, from which hung a short, very fine gold chain, a tiny stone at its end. But Astrid was already behind the blonde, and was applying gel to her anus, pushing a questing finger into the puckered entrance.

'I do believe she's a virgin,' she said, and when Cindy tried to say something, she rewarded her with a resounding slap across the face. Then she held out a hand, and Su-li handed her a butt-plug, just like the ones we had all worn, and she unceremoniously shoved it into the girl's tight arsehole, drawing from her an awful scream.

'There,' said the Swedish girl, 'You will wear that for the rest of your stay.' Tears were coursing down Cindy's cheeks. 'And now we shall give you something to really cry about!'

With that, she signalled to Su-li, to step forward, and I saw that she was holding a loop of twisted electrical wire.

'Six strokes,' said Astrid, 'Four across her belly and two on those lovely tits, then we'll give her some nice clamps to wear while we all have lunch.' She was, I knew, really enjoying this.

Su-li took a couple of paces towards Cindy's trembling body, drew her arm back and lashed her hard across her flat, white stomach with the cruel flex. The English girl let out an anguished cry, and writhed in pain, as the loop left its red impression on her pale skin. It was immediately overlapped by another, as Su-li struck again, and again, and again, before turning her attention to the girl's firm breasts. She paused, fondling the protruberant aureolas and jutting nipples like a lover, before bringing the loop down once across each breast with accuracy, but rather less force, I thought, than she had used on the blonde's belly. Still, Cindy cried out with each blow, and was sobbing when Su-li's place was taken by Maria, who caused her more pain when she fitted a pair of silver nipple-clamps, connected by a weighted chain. Daphne was on hand to unfasten her wrist-restraints, and we led her, stumbling along the stone-floored corridor in her heels, to the dining room.

'Oh, it hurts so much!' she said, 'And this thing in my.....my behind – I can't stand it!'

'That was only the beginning,' said Astrid, 'This afternoon, you will be whipped properly.'

'Oh no, please, no!' she pleaded.

I was sat beside her, and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, up to her stocking-top, and to the soft flesh beyond. She looked at me. I let my hand stray further, until it came to rest on the outer lips of her pussy.

'We've all been through this,' I said softly, 'Most of us several times.'

'B...but...how do you put up with it? What makes you stay here? You're all so beautiful – you don't have to stay here.' She had stopped crying, but winced when she moved slightly on her chair.

'The line between pain and pleasure becomes blurred,' I told her. It was a feeble attempt to describe what I really felt - the intense, overwhelming ecstasy that I knew when I was being whipped by a lover.

But she felt moist when my fingers found their inexorable way into the secret portals of her vagina, and when I then transferred my finger to my mouth and tasted her juices, she took my wrist and put my hand firmly back between her legs. Her lovely blue eyes never left mine, and her newly-pierced tongue flicked out briefly between slightly parted lips. I plunged two fingers deep into the wetness of her cunt, knowing that Su-li was watching from across the table, a small smile playing on her lips. In no time at all, she breathed a long, shuddering sigh, and I knew her release had come.

'That was the first time a woman has done that to me,' she whispered.

She toyed with her food, emotions clearly giving her a hard time, and soon it was time for us to take her once more to the punishment room.

This time, she was somehow more serene, as she was clipped into position, but still begged Astrid not to hurt her.

'But of course I must hurt you, my dear,' she said, 'That's the whole point, don't you see?'

This time the weapon she chose was a braided whip, quite short, but I noted that she hadn't moistened it – it would sting, but do no lasting damage. Astrid herself decided to take charge of the punishment, and told Maria to tie Cindy's long hair up into a chiñon, out of the way. This took a little while, and the blonde became ever more terrified as this was being done. 

'You're shivering, darling,' said Astrid, 'Are you cold?'

'No, I'm frightened,' she replied, in a voice that told its own story.

'Good,' said Astrid, 'I shall give you fifty strokes, and you must count them out loud. If you make a mistake, more will be added.'

The girl started to weep as Astrid stood back and took aim, and we all watched the thin leather lash snake out and flick Cindy neatly between the shoulder blades, instantly causing a short red line, making her gasp and whimper. 

'Count!' shouted Astrid, and the blonde managed to stutter, 'w...one.

The next stroke fell across the width of her narrow waist, the knotted tip of the lash just nicking her flank as she looked down at it. 

Then the braided thong fell higher and higher, until by the tenth stroke it was licking her shoulder blades, then down again, now making a livid pattern of criss-cross stripes on the girl's hitherto pristine back. Her gasps had turned to deep, wracking moans, and she writhed as each stroke fell. After perhaps twenty lashes, Astrid paused and thrust a hand between Cindy's legs.

'Christ, she's soaking wet!' she said, 'The slut's enjoying this!' 


Elise Ch. 02



She walked around to the other side of the blonde and began to strike backhand, with even more force than before, and, after a few strokes, changed her whip for a longer, cruel-looking bullwhip, which, however, I knew was nowhere near as bad as it looked. 

'Oh no, please!' shouted Cindy, all the same, her eyes wide with terror as Astrid stood well back and let the long, broad leather lash snake out to find its target. She was now concentrating on the young blonde's lovely round buttocks and upper thighs, and, when Cindy called out 'fifty,' Astrid ignored her and simply continued for another ten brutal strokes.

When it was time to take her down from her bonds, Cindy's back, buttocks and thighs were covered in red stripes, and she had to be supported to the couch, where Judith was waiting with soothing ointment. I knelt beside her and kissed her gently.

'Well?' I asked.

'I think you were right,' she said, grimacing as Judith touched a tender spot, 'It hurt terribly, but I came twice.'

If Cindy thought she was going to have a rest, she was sorely mistaken. The next day, Greg ordered her to be taken, naked, this time, to the punishment room again, where she was forced to lay on a padded bench, while Maria and Daphne took an ankle each and lifted them way back over her head, and as wide apart as possible, exposing her open pussy and the sparkling flange of the butt-plug below it. Then, while Astrid directed operations, Su-li it was that was tasked with flogging the blonde's inner thighs with a many-thonged leather flogger, causing her to squirm and moan as the two girlls held her tight.

'Now strike her pussy!' said Astrid, and the next two awful strokes drew terrible screams from the English girl, before Astrid told them to desist. Her place between the girl's legs was taken now by Greg, wearing a silk dressing gown, who, without warning, pulled out the butt-plug, making a loud 'plop.' When Astrid parted his dressing gown, he was sporting a huge erection, and, without ceremony, rammed his entire length deep into Cindy's anus. Her scream was even louder than when her pussy had been whipped, as his massive cock tore into her tender, virginal rectum, but he pounded her regardless, spurred on by Astrid's lewd finger, which had penetrated his own arsehole, until he suddenly went completely rigid and roared as he spent his mighty load of cum into the very epicentre of his captive victim.

Cindy was sobbing when she was released from her position, but Astrid said, 'So now you are beginning to understand, eh? This evening, you will be brutally caned, my dear.'

Sure enough, now in her 'uniform' once more, she was back in the punishment room after dinner, and we all took turns with a thin rattan cane, until she had taken fifty strokes, and her buttocks were raw with welts.

I began to think we had overdone it with Cindy, and said as much to Judith – she was thinking so as well. We both went to have a word with Greg, but he was unrelenting, and said that we had only done what her husband had wanted done to her. Sure enough, at breakfast next morning, the young English blonde was chirpy and full of beans, and was not at all disturbed by the news that she was again to be whipped that afternoon.

By way of variety, she was divested of her cape, and dressed in a long, sheer black nightdress over her garter-belt and stockings before being led down to the punishment room. There she was again hooked up to the frame as usual, still enveloped in the long gown. Then Su-li, getting a nod from Greg, picked up the end of a hose, with a sprinkling rose, and waited a moment until the water came through, then turned it on Cindy, immediately drenching her in cold water, so that the gown stuck to her slender body, becoming even more transparent. At that, Astrid took up a stance with a short leather whip and commenced lashing her with all her skill and strength, from her neck to her ankles, rapidly. It must have stung terribly through the soaked material, and Cindy screamed with agony as each stroke fell.

When it was over, she was taken down, stripped and laid down on the padded bench, where Judith this time got to soothe her many welts and sore marks.

That was the last time Cindy was to be punished, and next day she came and thanked each one of us personally as if we had done her favours, before being picked up by her husband's chauffeur.

During the weeks that followed, two more girls were treated to our 'special services.' But we also had visits from friends of Sir Gordon, whose tastes ran rather to sadism than masochism, and they assisted in the regular regime of systematic torture to which we were all subjected in turn. Then, one day in late February, came a visitor who was to change my life for ever. 

We had just fimished 'training' two sluttish maids from high-class Andalucian houses, both of whom seemed to enjoy the experience, when Sir Gordon appeared at breakfast, and said to all and sundry, 'Our next guest is my good friend Alex, from Canada, whose visit I'm sure many of you will enjoy. Whose turn is it to be whipped?'

We looked from one to the other, and Judith it was who spoke up. 'It's a long time since I was punished, Sir Gordon,' she said, 'my back is unmarked now, and........and......I, well, I should like to be whipped again, if that is possible.' She was licking her lips as she considered the thought, I noticed.

'Very well,' said Sir Gordon, 'I'll see that you are given priority, Judith, when our guest arrives.' 

At lunch, Sir Gordon spoke to us all again. 'Our guest is on the way here. You will all be prepared, I trust, within an hour or so?' It was an order, of course, and we all took to the preparation room, as usual, helping each other with hair and make-up, until someone shouted for us to look out of the window. A big black limousine was approaching, taking the mountain road slowly, and drew up outside. A uniformed chauffeur got out and held an umbrella over the rear door to protect the unseen guest from the persistent drizzle that was falling. 

We hurriedly completed our preparations, donned our satin capes, and waited in the reception room, until Sir Gordon shepherded in our new client, who drew gasps of surprise from us all.

'Please meet Alex, everyone,' he said, 'Alexandra Pereira, who is to be made welcome in every way, as you will all know.'

He presented a woman who quite took my breath away. She was tall and slim, with hair as black as mine, worn shoulder-length, framing an unforgettable face, with green, catlike eyes whose pale, piercing quality no words could describe, and a wide, sensuous mouth, which, when she smiled, revealed rows of small, perfect white teeth. She wore a white silk blouse with voluminous sleeves, and a high neck, with no fastening visible from the front, so that it was evident that she wore no bra, and nipples made points at the tips of her breasts, firm, despite the fact that she must have been at least forty. Her black knee-length skirt was as tight as was possible around her shapely legs, and she wore black hose with black patent heels, at least as high as the ones we all wore.

She seemed to realise we were all staring at her, and looked from one to the other of us, as if assessing us.

'Yes,' she said, at length, in a soft, American-sounding voice, 'Gordon was right, you are pretty girls. But I wonder if one or two of you are able to answer my special needs? I am tired from my journey right now, so I should like to rest. Perhaps after dinner we may get to know each other a little? I believe one of you, at least, is prepared for me.'

I saw that Judith was blushing as we broke up and went back to our rooms.

When we returned for dinner, there was no sign of our new guest, and my first thought was that we could hardly sit down to dinner in the 'uniform' we wore. Sir Gordon, however, was there before me, and had Raquel distributing dresses amongst us as we approached the table. They were identical, long silk, halter-necked, lilac gowns, under which our nakedness was somehow emphasised rather than covered, maybe because we all knew that we only wore our garter-belts and stockings underneath. 

Before we had time to sit down, Alex made her grand entrance, and looked even more spectacular than before, now clad in a long black satin sheath, with a high neck. It was sleeveless, but she wore long black satin gloves. When she turned, the dress was spectacularly backless. I thought I'd never seen anyone so beautiful in my life. If she were, indeed, a dominatrix, I mused, she could dominate me forever. I glanced at Judith, sat beside me, and we exchanged looks that said everything about how we felt about our new arrival.

We did little more than toy with our food, and I tried to catch Alex's eye as often as I could. She sat with a half-amused smile on her lovely face much of the time, also eating very little. Once she asked, 'And who is it that is prepared to share my pleasure this evening?'

Judith looked at her, lowered her long eyelashes provocatively, and said quietly, 'It is I.'

'Then we shall waste no time. You will find that I am a lover of ritual, so I expect you can be shackled nicely and led to your place of punishment?'

Astrid stood and extended a hand to Judith, then told Raquel to fetch chains. The girl understood immediately what was required, and scurried off, shortly to return with arm full of heavy links.

In no time, Judith had her wrist-cuffs linked by a length of chain, and steel anklets in place, connected by a couple of feet of heavy chain, which dragged on the floor as she was led to the door. She shuffled down the stone corridor, her chain clanking along behind her, her head proudly held high.

Once in the punishment room Su-li it was that was detailed to release Judith's wrists, and attach them to the familiar rings in the frame. Her ankles remained shackled. Alex stepped up and flipped open the knot in Judith's halter-necked gown, so that it fell in a silken whisper, down over her slender body, falling in a pool around her stockinged feet, with their shackles somehow heightening her erotic status as a prisoner. Alex stroked the Jewish girl's gorgeous auburn hair, then pushed it out of her way, so that its heavy mane fell over her shoulder, covering her right breast. Alex kissed her full on the lips – the lips that I knew so well, so that I couldn't resist a pang of jealousy – and I saw their tongues entwine, Judith's coral stud grazing the Canadian's. Alex then turned her attention to Judith's pussy, feeling it with an intimate, almost loving, hand, then transferring that hand to her own mouth and licking the fingers, savouring Judith's juices. She said not a word, but walked away, her long satin sheath impeding her, so that she could only take short paces, and picked about on a tray of instruments that Raquel was holding for her. She deliberated, then chose a short whip, very thin and flexible, which she tested through the air, hearing the sharp 'swish' it made.

'Hmm,' was all she said, then, without preliminaries, she lashed Judith ferociously across the full width of her naked back, causing her to flinch and gasp, and drawing a red line as if painted there, diagonally across my friend's pale flesh. The next stroke fell across the first, but at an angle to it – again Judith gasped at the sting of the lash. There was no respite. Alex rained stroke after stroke, ranging from Judith's lovely rounded buttocks to her shoulder-blades, until her whole back was a mass of merging, criss-crossing red stripes, then she transferred her attention to the back of Judith's thighs, and it was only then that she started to moan each time the whip fell across her soft white flesh. This only seemed to spur Alex on to greater effort, and she walked around and flogged Judith brutally on her belly and the fronts of her thighs, until she screamed out loud, when one awful stroke flicked at her pussy with the knotted tip of the thin leather thong.

At that, Alex put down the whip and went up to Judith, taking her head between her long-fingered, beautifully manicured hands.

'Forgive me, darling,' she said, simply, and kissed my friend deeply, a kiss that was returned fervently. 

'Unfasten her!' she said to Su-li, and the Asian girl did as she was told.

As we walked back to our rooms, Judith looked over her flaming back at me and said quietly, 'I'm sorry, my love, but she's irresistible.'

'I know, darling,' I told her, and I really did understand, 'Let me help you with your back?'

'She looked at me to see if I meant it, then nodded, but after a while I went back to my own room, and slept alone.

Next morning, at breakfast, I had dressed in a little flared skirt and peasant blouse instead of the more usual jeans and tee-shirt. I guess I just wanted Alex to notice me, and she seemed to, certainly, because she came over to my table, and said, 'Do you mind if I sit with you?'

'Please do,' I said.

'I've seen you looking at me,' she began, without preliminaries, 'and I know you and Judith........' she made an entwining gesture with two fingers.

I must have blushed. 'That's OK, you are a lovely couple,' she said, 'and I don't want you to be jealous.'

My emotions were in a turmoil, and I think Alex sensed as much. 'I....I don't know what to say,' I stammered, 'When I watched you.......whipping her, I.....I...'

'You were angry with me?'

'No....NO, not at all,' I said, hurriedly, 'I think I was envious of her. You....you are...'

I was trying to tell her how beautiful she was, what my feelings were, but the words wouldn't come. Then her hand was on my knee, an electric impulse coursing through my body – and I wanted Alex, knew I would let her whip me, do whatever she wanted to me, that I would be her slave if that was what she wanted.

But then I wondered if I had said something to give offence, because she suddenly stood up and said, 'I'll talk to you later, Elise.' And she was gone, tight skirt framing her perfect figure as she strutted off out of the dining room, all the other girls' eyes on her.

At lunch, Alex had changed into a stunning black fishnet sheath, under which she wore a black lace bra and tiny matching panties. She saw me trying not to stare and smiled.

'I think Judith had quite enough yesterday,' she said to me, across the table, before anyone else sat close, 'and I should really love to whip you, Elise, if you would like that, but I think it may be a pleasure I should like to save for us both. Will you trust me, if I let you into a secret?'

'Oh yes, Miss Alex, of course,' I said.

'Good. I am negotiating with Gordon for Judith and yourself to come back to Canada with me. That is, of course, if you want to.'

I was completely staggered by this revelation, and knew instantly that I wanted to go wherever Alex would take me, and with Judith too! But Sir Gordon had also been quite wonderful to me, and I felt I owed him a great deal. I tried to explain.

'Yes, my dear, I understand, and so does Gordon – he's such a sweetie, isn't he?' she said, 'But Judith and you are lovers, are you not? And to have you both as my companions – I do so hate the word "slaves" – will be quite wonderful.'

I was completely stunned by this news, and so, I think, was Judith. Alex had us sit either side of her on a sofa in the punishment room. 'I'd like to be a spectator this afternoon,' she explained, and we watched as Astrid prepared to give Libby a taste of the riding crop, the girl kneeling motionless on a cushion, having no need of being tied up, while the Swedish girl caressed her small breasts and kissed her passionately.

'I love the preliminaries, don't you?' said Alex to me, and I noticed that, somehow, she had rid herself of her panties, and was quite naked under the fishnet sheath. She pulled its hem up, slowly, up her long, slender legs, and Judith stroked one thigh, while I stroked the other.

'Mmmm!' she murmured, as Astrid now took up the crop, and ran it gently across Libby's shoulders, then had her kiss the wicked instrument.

Judith was busy with her long, artist's fingers, teasing Alex's shaven pussy, easing her lips apart, and I wasted no time in joining in, running my forefinger from her growing clit all the way through her moistening slit, and pausing just a second at the puckered entrance to her anus. She pulled my head towards her and kissed me hard on the lips, and I let my tongue-stud click against her perfect small teeth, as I now pushed two fingers gently, slowly, deep into her vagina. A few feet away, the crop fell with awesome force on Libby's soft flesh, and she moaned with agony as a second vicious stroke followed. Judith's head replaced my hand between Alex's legs, and her tongue started to work its magic on her now-soaking pussy, plunging deep into her cunt, its stud rasping against the walls of that sweet passage, as her hand reached across and found my own crack. By the time Libby was writhing and groaning after about ten terrible lashes, Judith's tongue had brought our new mistress close to a climax and she had a finger deep in my sensitive arsehole.

Alex was kissing Judith, and, if we didn't all cum together, we were remarkably close, as Alex shuddered violently with a very obvious orgasm, and my flowing juices announced my own. Judith took just a little longer, but, Alex and I soon took her to the brink, and then over, into the realms of ecstasy.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur, in my memory, and at dinner Sir Gordon announced formally that we should be going to Canada with Alex. He said he was sorry to see us go, but that business was business, and so on.......

So it was that, the following week, Judith and I walked into the arrivals concourse at Toronto's Lester Pearson International Airport, to be met by a tall, dark-haired young guy with green eyes that could only indicate one thing.

He was holding up a board with our names on it, but came, smiling, straight towards us.

'Didn't need the board,' he said, 'the only two truly beautiful women off the flight – had to be you, eh?' His voice was deep and resonant.

'And you must be Alex's son,' I ventured, 'and we never knew she had one.'

'I'm Rob,' he said, kissing us each on our cheeks, 'If you'd care to wait just outside the terminal there, I'll go get the car.'

He showed us where to wait and was gone.

'Wow, some hunk,' said Judith.

'I saw him first,' I said, laughing.

We wheeled our small cases out and were soon piling them into the trunk of a Lincoln Continental. We drove for perhaps an hour, well clear of the industrial and commercial clutter of the city, into an area of wooded hills, still clad with bare, winter trees, until we came to a greener valley, where we eventually turned up a minor road and into an impressive gateway, guarded by huge stone columns.

At the end of a long drive was a large, modern house, set in landscaped gardens. We drew up outside, and Rob came around to open the doors for us in courtly fashion.

He ushered us up two broad steps, across a wide terrace and into a door, being held open by a girl in maid's uniform, and lugged both our suitcases along behind us.

The maid, I noticed, was an immensely pretty Hispanic girl, slim as a wand, black hair caught up in a long pony-tail, wearing a tiny black minidress and frilly white apron over fishnet hose and patent stilettos. She actually curtsied as we entered, something I don't think I'd ever seen before. 'I am Tina, and I am at your service,' she said, with a strong accent, 'The mistress is out just now, and has asked me to show you to your rooms and make you comfortable.'

Our rooms, inter-connected, as they had been on Lanzarote, I thought, happily, were palatial, especially after the medieval austerity of the Abadía, and when I looked in the closet we shared, there was a long rack of clothes, which Tina said were there for our use. The bathrooms, of which we had one apiece, were equally well-equipped, with a range of cosmetics lined up on shelves that had us quite excited.




Elise Ch. 02



'The mistress will return very soon,' said Tina, 'and the cook will have dinner ready in an hour. The mistress will expect you to dress for dinner.' She looked askance at our travelling apparel of jeans and sweaters as she spoke, and indicated the closet as she left us.

'Well, that's telling us, isn't it?' said Judith, 'I wonder what else the mistress expects.'

Remembering her eyes, and her all-round elegance, I said, 'Whatever she wants, I don't think I'll mind.'

We took a look at the closet. 'All that lot look like nighties,' said Judith, indicating a row of filmy-looking garments that occupied about a third of the long rack. Alex must have realised we were almost precisely the same size, because there was no indication as to which clothes were for each of us, but when I looked down at the shoes, I saw that she had, indeed, paid attention to detail, because there were two separate rows, one containing slightly larger sizes – which must have been for me.

We found long evening gowns which seemed appropriate enough, Judith's a bottle-green velvet with a scooped neck, which suited her lovely auburn hair, and mine a white lace, under which I wore a white silk slip. Other than that, neither of us wore any underwear, having failed to find any in any of the drawers.

We went down to dinner at the appointed time, to find Alex smiling as she waited for us beside a table laden with drinks. She was wearing what appeared to be a severe black gown, with high neck and long sleeves, but when she turned around to pour out drinks, I saw that the dress was entirely and startlingly backless, revealing the start of the crack between her buttocks. 

'Please be seated,' she said, strangely formal, 'I'd like to say a few things to you before we dine, just to get us off on the right footing.'

We sat down, and she passed us each a glass of very dry sherry.

'I am a lover of ritual,' she began, 'And I shall expect you to conform. After tonight, you will always come down to dinner in one of the gowns that Tina will show you.' She broke off and looked around. 'Tina!' The girl came tottering in on her high heels.

'Si, Senhora?'

Alex spoke to her in rapid Portuguese, and she clicked off in those heels, her buttocks swaying prettily under the tiny skirt. In seconds she was back, and handed a vanity-case to her mistress.

Alex opened it, and took out two broad, silver collars, not unlike the ones we had worn at la Abadía, and two heavy lengths of chain two feet long, each of which ended in a much finer chain about eight inches long. 

'These are for your waists,' she said, 'And I expect you to wear them each evening, as well as your collars. Tomorrow I shall take you into town to have you further decorated, to my taste.' She paused to let this sink in, and I couldn't bring myself to ask what form this 'decoration' would take.

'Oh,' she said, 'Just one more thing. Whenever we go into town, I expect you to dress in a certain manner.'

She obviously noted my raised eyebrows. 'I favour restraint clothing, and you will wear extremely tight skirts, and corsetted tops, as well, of course, as heels, which, I think, go without saying.' She smiled. 'Now please ask me if there's anything you wish to know.'

Judith didn't seem to have anything to say. I simply said, 'You promised at the Abadía that you would whip me, Miss Alex.'

'And so I shall, my dear, and so I shall. But let's sit down to eat now, shall we, I'm ravenous.'  

Rob was already waiting by the table, which seemed to be groaning with delicious food, and the conversation was bright and normal as we ate. 

No sooner had we taken coffee, however, than Alex's mood seemed to undergo a sudden change. Briskly, she said, 'Elise, if you wish to be whipped, please go through the green door over there, and undress.' She indicated a door at the far end of the big dining room, and I got up obediently and went over to it, giving a little backward glance as I opened it and walked through into a big room, entirely walled with mirrors. Two-thirds of the floor was covered by what appeared to be a continuous mattress, upholstered in some silky material, and upon which were scattered a number of cushions and pillows of various sizes. There was also a couch. Looking up, I noticed chains suspended from stout rings let into ceiling beams, just like those I had been accustomed to at the Abadía.

The purpose of the room was abundantly clear.

'Still not undressed?' A harsh voice demanded, and I saw that Alex had entered, so I pulled down the zipper of my gown, and was left standing in just my heels and white silk slip.

'Oh, very demure!' said Alex, scornfully, 'What have we here, a vestal virgin? They used to sacrifice them, you know!'

She literally tore the slip from me, as Judith and Rob came in behind her, and I saw that Tina was stood in the doorway behind them.

Alex turned to Tina and said something in Portuguese, and the maid went off, to return seconds later and hand her mistress a cruel-looking riding crop, long and slender, made of fine leather, with a six-inch, knotted, flexible extension which I eyed with some apprehension, knowing that it would be that which would cause the most pain. Whilst I was eying the brutal instrument, Judith and Rob had both undressed, leaving Alex, still fully dressed, in her severe black, somehow obviously dominant. Now she did something I found bizarre, walking up to her son, and quite deliberately, whilst watching his face, stroking his balls with her long, beautifully manicured fingers. Then she stoked his rapidly-growing penis, drawing a gasp from him.

'Oh, Mum,' he murmured.

'Yes, son, I know,' she said, softly, 'Come!'

She led him, stepping softly on the mattress, to the couch, and I was surprised when when she had him hook his long legs over the back of the couch so that he was basically upside-down, his engorged cock still almost completely erect. Alex then took Judith by the hand and had her lay down on her back, legs apart, straddling Rob's face, so that he could lap her perfectly. Then she bunched up her dress, and squatted down on Judith's face, so that Judith, in turn, could access her own pussy. To complete the tableau, it remained, I could now see, for me to take up a kneeling position, knees either side of my friend, from where I could easily take Rob's throbbing member into my mouth. Meanwhile, Tina handed the crop to Alex, and, as I first licked the drops of pre-cum from her son's crown, so she brought the crop whistling through the air to land with a loud 'thwack' across my pale flesh. It stung terribly, but I rounded my lips and slid his whole length, now as rigid as a tentpole, deep into my throat, sucking him hard and grazing down the length of his shaft with my tongue-stud, which I knew would drive him wild. The awful crop struck with vicious force, again and again, and I used its rhythm to synchronise my sliding, sucking motion, as Rob groaned, his own tongue buried deep in Judith's wet cunt, while Judith, for her part, was sampling Alex's juices, flowing, no doubt, as she enjoyed inflicting the pain on me. The pain was awful, and mingled, slowly but surely, as ever, with a swelling intense feeling of complete and utter ecstasy, which I felt sure Rob could see in my eyes as I sucked his rigid, pulsing cock.

I couldn't have said who came first, but I know that mine was the only unattended pussy, and I had the grandmother of all orgasms, just before Rob shot an enormous load of hot, creamy jizz straight down my throat. 

After we had cleaned up, with Tina's help, we all went back to the dining room and had a quiet drink, then Alex stood up and said, 'Thoughtless of me, but you girls have had an awfully long day – why don't you go off to bed?' Then to her son, 'Come on darling, I think we need to turn in too.'

'Good night, Miss Alex,' I said, 'And thank you.' 

As Judith and I went up to bed, we saw Rob caressing his mother's breasts. 'It's going to be interesting here,' said Judith, as we curled up together, and she eased lotion into my wounded back. 

We were both awake early, our inner clocks not adjusting to the time-change, so it was no problem that Tina came knocking at 7.30, and announced breakfast.

'While you are having breakfast,' she said, 'I will lay out your clothes for the morning.'

We went down clad in just our thin robes – the house was tropically-heated – and had a hearty breakfast alone in the huge dining room – the cook, a chubby and cheerful black girl, said that the mistress had already had hers, and was getting ready. We took this to mean that we shouldn't linger over our own preparation.

Back in our rooms, Tina was hovering. 'I'll help you with your corsets,' she said, and I soon saw why. The stiff, whaleboned, black garment was tight even when just buttoned down the front, but then had to be laced up in the back, agonisingly tight, constricting my waist so that it could be spanned by two large hands. My breasts were pushed up so that my nipples were angled upwards, and were perched above the frilled top of the corset. Below, it was arched high above my buttocks, but had no garter-straps. When I asked Tina about that, she said, 'You cannot wear garters under this skirt.'

After I had rolled on a pair of long black, seamed hold-ups, she handed me a pencil skirt, black satin, so tight it had to have a full-length zipper up the back. It came just below my knees, and at the hem was a broad band of leather, to prevent the material from tearing. It was incredibly tight around my legs, but when I put on the translucent chiffon blouse, which offered a vague view of my nipples, I felt just amazingly sexy, a feeling heightened still more when I stepped into the steel-heeled black stilettos Tina passed to me. 

Judith was similarly attired, and we looked like the pair of pain-sluts we really were, as we made our way carefully downstairs – no easy matter in those skirts and heels.

Alex was waiting for us.

We all got into the big car and chatted amiably about the coming spring, which was evident in the blossom starting to show on some trees – I had no idea what they were – then we joined a busy highway and eventually pulled intoo a big parking lot near some high-rise blocks. 

As we rode up in what I came to learn was called an 'elevator' here, Alex said, 'This is where I am going to have you both attended to, girls.'

I had no idea what to expect and knew better than to ask, as we were shown into a very nice modern waiting room which gave no clue as to the nature of the business carried out there.

After perhaps ten minutes, a pretty young black girl in a white lab coat came out to us and said, 'We're ready for you now.'

'Both of us together?' Judith and I chorussed.

'Sure,' she said, and we all trooped into a large room which looked like a clinic, with three or four chairs like dentists' and lots of trolleys with gleaming stainless instruments and containers.

'But as you know, we've both been pierced already,' I said to Alex, thinking that was the purpose of the establishment.

'Yes, darling, but not sufficiently,' she said, 'I am going to have your nipples done, then we're going to see about your nails. This place is very exclusive, and they do have a wide range of talent.'

Somehow I had always been a little scared of the idea of having my nipples pierced. Although they had been subjected to clamps on many occasions, they were very sensitive, and I was quite nervous now as I was shown to a chair and told to take off my blouse. I now saw why we had been given corsets to wear that left our nipples exposed.

'Aren't you going to use a local anaesthetic?' I asked, as a different young woman, also black, but older, stepped up and studied my nipples, then pulled at one of them gently and reached immediately for a piercing tool, which I recognised from earlier experiences.

'Oh no,' she said, 'Your Mistress said we were not to use that.' I looked behind her and saw that Alex was smirking as she watched, presumably enjoying our discomfort, as Judith was being similarly treated a few feet away.

Sure enough, the pain, though brief, was excruciating, as the woman pulled out each nipple in turn and penetrated them with the cruel spike, then inserted a silver bar. To each of these she attached a silver semicircular loop, from which hung a little cage containing a gemstone, and a little silver ring.

As I recovered from the pain and shock of the experience, Alex came and took a mirror from the woman, holding it for me to look. I had to admit they looked charming.

'But what is the little ring for?' I asked, touching it.

'I thought that sometimes it may be amusing to attach chains from them to your sweet pussy,' she said.

It was with much less trepidation that I went over to the other side of the room to where my false fingernails were to be applied. But when I saw the new nails I was to have I was more concerned. I know that comfort is not a consideration where beauty is concerned, and shouldn't have been surprised at the extremely long, black-laquered nails that I was to have fixed in place, nor at the dangling little jewelled star, that was to depend from my right little finger. 

'There,' said Alex, as we left, Judith and I similarly adorned, 'You are both even sexier now.'

I felt as if I was being exhibited, as we went around various shops, and I was acutely conscious of my sore nipples, their glinting new decorations surely visible through the thin chiffon of my blouse.

Alex took us to a chic restaurant for lunch, and laughed as Judith and I had difficulty sitting down on the hardbacked chairs, in our extra-tight skirts. The handsome and solicitous waiter got a good eyeful of my breasts each time he came to the table, and to my horror, as we reached the sweet course, Alex pulled him over by his wrist and said, 'You'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you?'

'Er.....em....ma'am, I hardly think......' he began.

'Oh come on, of course you would, you've had your eyes on her breasts all through our meal.'

Judith seemed to be having a coughing fit.

The waiter had blushed deep pink and was trying to get away, but Alex passed him a card. 'She belongs to me,' she said, 'If you come to my house on Friday night, when I am having a party, I may let you, or maybe not. Be there at eleven.' She reached into her bag and handed him a little card.

I was aghast, and when the waiter had gone, Alex could see my reaction. She smiled.

'You were happy to come here to me, weren't you, Elise?'

'Yes, of course, but.........'

'But you must realise that belonging to me means just that – for both of you' - she glanced at Judith, who had also been shocked by the encounter with the waiter – 'And I may well see fit to loan you to someone else, if it takes my fancy. Now, let's hear nothing more of that, and enjoy the rest of our day, shall we?'

We spent a couple of hours more in the city, during which Alex bought several items of expensive jewellery, and had us try on shoes at two specialist shops which seemed only to stock exaggeratedly high heels. All the time, we attracted the attention of shop assistants and public alike, as we walked around, the three of us, the supremely elegant Alex, with her two handmaidens in quite obviously restraint gear, our skirts so tight we could only take tiny paces, our corsets constricting our waists so that we had hour-glass shapes. Above all, I was acutely aware still of my newly decorated nipples, and when Alex left us to go to the toilet, Judith told me she felt the same.

When at last we got back to the house, Tina was waiting to relieve us of our packages, but we could neither of us scarcely wait to get out of our clothes and slip into our robes for an hour or so, before it was time to get ready for dinner. Just the same, something about the day's happenings had its effect upon me, and I soon learned that Judith, too, was feeling horny. We lay down together, relieved of our restrictive gear, with just the faint rustle of our silk robes as we fondled each other lovingly. In no time, we were in our favourite '69' position, tongues working in our respective slits, lapping, delving, flicking at studded clits, then plunging deep into hot, wet, vaginas, as we brought each other to the beautiful, simultaneous orgasms that only two expert lesbian lovers can achieve.

We lay together, sated, happy, until Tina came and knocked on our door. We made no aattempt to cover our togetherness, and I thought Tina looked at us a little strangely. Jealous? Maybe.

'It is time you be dressed for dinner,' she said, in her halting English, and went into our closet. She was soon back with a filmy garment draped over each arm. She laid them across the foot of my bed, and said, 'First you shower, then I put you jewels.

I looked at Judith, and said, 'You shower?' She laughed, and skipped off into the bathroom. I followed, and we soaped each other tenderly, noticing, really for the first time, the inconvenience of the dangling ornaments and the extra-long nails they hung from.

'Tina's going to "put you jewels,"' I said, and Judith started to giggle, but then we both realised that the maid was standing in the doorway, watching us.

As soon as we had dried off, Tina asked us where our collars and chains were, and we each produced them from our bedside drawers. As she helped us put my chain in place, I couldn't help noticing that her hands strayed around my buttocks. It wasn't an unwelcome feeling, and I smiled at the pretty Hispanic girl, then held my hair out of the way while she fixed my collar. Next she delved in a vanity case she had brought with her, and produced more items. For me there were three triple gold chains, about three inches long, with a gold clip where they joined. These she deftly attached, one to each of the rings so recently fitted to my nipples, then she motioned that I should open my legs, and, with trembling hands, clipped the third identical dangler to my clit ring. I reached down and briefly held her hand, pushing it gently into my still-damp crack, and she looked up at me adoringly, as I smiled down at her.

'You'll make me jealous, darling,' said the watching Judith, but she wasn't at all serious, I knew, and was almost equally nice to Tina as she herself was fitted, first with chain and collar, and then with three pendant ornaments, different from mine – hers consisting of little chains of silver balls. 

We were then handed our gowns. Light as feathers, they were identical simple shifts, midnight blue in colour, with a silken sheen, and totally transparent, with wide, voluminous sleeves, falling from a gathered neckline to the floor, where we each of us would trail behind us a small train, even after we had stood into our five-inch stilettos.

As the silky material whispered down over my body, I felt the incredible sensual sensation that looking at myself in the long mirror only heightened. The decorations I had been given to wear were all completely visible, and when I looked at my companion, I said, 'Christ, Judith, you look good enough to eat.'

'Do you get the feeling we are the first course?' she said.

'The main course, I hope,' I replied. 

Dinner was ready when we got down to the dining room, swishing along, holding our skirts like some heroines of old, me feeling very aware of my newly decorated nipples, and the matching dangler between my legs. But Alex and Rob were there, sat up to the table, and motioned to us to sit opposite. Supremely elegant in a long black velvet gown, Alex was the perfect hostess. I couldn't be sure, but I thought that her hand was in her son's crotch more than once during the meal, which was served, in leisurely fashion, by Tina. Rob lost no opportunity to put his hand up her tiny skirt whenever she was serving him, and she smiled nicely at him whenever this happened.




Elise Ch. 02



After the meal, Alex stood, and said, 'Right, girls, I'd like you to take turns on the sofa over there. Robert is going to fix up lights and a camera – you are going to be stars.'

I looked a question at her.

'Don't worry,' she said, 'The film won't be shown outside my circle of friends. Now, let's see who's going to be first.' She spun a knife on the table and it ended up pointing closer to Judith than myself. 'Okay, darling. You first,' she said, 'Go and take a seat.'

'What do you want me to do?' asked Judith, looking worried.

'I want you to masturbate to orgasm. You can regard it as a time-trial.' She laughed nastily.

'B...but...,' began Judith.

'Oh, come along – you've done much worse things, my dear.

Looking back at Alex, Judith went and sat, reluctantly, on the couch, whilst Rob had set up a professional-looking video-camera on a tripod, a lamp, and a big mirror, so that Judith would be able to watch her own action.

'You can start, then,' said Alex, 'And I shall time you.'

Still reluctantly, Judith hitched up the thin transparent material of her gown until it was up around her waist, then she slowly parted her slim thighs, to reveal her shaven pussy, the pussy I knew and loved so well, now with the new bauble hanging from the ring in her pierced clitoris.

'Come on, come on!' said Alex, impatiently, and, obediently, Judith started to massage her slit, slowly working her long fingernails first into her outer labia, then levering open her pink and glistening pussy. Now more rapidly, her fingers started to work their magic, sliding more easily into her quickly lubricating cunt, as her breathing grew shallow and rapid and her buttocks started to clench and open rhythmically as she increased the tempo. Now her other hand became involved, holding her lips wide as she plunged three fingers deep, deep into the hot wetness of her eager cunt, and she moaned loudly – a sound I had come to know so well, presaging as it did, a shuddering, gushing climax, which actually drenched the mirror.

'Six minutes, thirty-two seconds,' announced Alex, 'not bad! Clean up, Tina, will you, my dear, then it's Elise's turn.'

Having watched my friend's orgasm at close quarters, I was far from reluctant to take her place, even though I knew I was being filmed. When I sat on the comfortable padded couch, I saw my image in the big mirror beside the tripod, and immediately pulled up the hem of my gown, feeling the silky material slide sexily up my smooth legs and reveal my hairless belly to the eye of the camera. I tucked the material under my waist chain, and eased my legs apart, pouting at the camera as I did so, theen putting my studded tongue out in a deliberately provocative gesture. I was already wet from watching Judith, and my fingers made a slurping noise as they slid easily into my sopping crack. I parted my legs still further, slid forward on the seat, opening my cunt wide for the camera, but ignoring it, and thrusting two fingers deep into my anus. Two or three deep plunges was all I needed, and with a great, shuddering, screaming sensation, I came with all the force of a raging tempest.

'Three minutes four seconds,' said Alex, 'Amazing! The prize shall be yours, Elise.'

'Prize?'

'Oh yes, darling, of course. We'll have a quiet drink first, though.'

We sat around with liqueurs, then Alex stood, took me by the hand, and led me back to the sofa, where Tina had been busy, clearing away the filming equipment, and putting a deep-pile rug on the floor in front of it. Rob stood expectantly behind me, as his mother arranged herself theatrically on the sofa, raising the skirt of her long velvet gown to reveal patterned white lace stockings and long garter straps, framing a naked, hairless pussy, which she immediately started to stroke with long, beautifully-manicured fingers, diamond rings sparkling on several fingers, I noticed. 

'Now, darling,' she said, huskily, 'Come and take your prize. Half of it is right here.' She looked at me, her luscious lips slightly open, her eyes hooded with passion, as I sank to my knees on the rug, and eased between her long, slim, stockinged legs. I parted her outer labia, with prying fingers, and sought her clitoris with my tongue. As I did so, I felt my skirt being raised, its silkiness sliding up my naked thighs, and knew without having to look that Rob was kneeling behind me, instantly becoming aware of the touch of his stiff prick against the back of my leg, as his fingers toyed with my clit-decoration, then felt the extreme wetness of my cunt. 

As I found the depth of Alex's vagina with my studded tongue, drawing a lovely deep moan from her throat, Rob transferred his attention to my anus. He roughly pushed my knees apart, and I knew my arsehole must be gaping enticingly for him then, after all the use it had had. He grunted with satisfaction at the sight, and, coinciding with my own invasion of his mother's now-soaking cunt, he impaled my velvet tube with his huge, rigid weapon, making me shudder with sheer pleasure, which I must have transmitted to Alex, as her moans became more urgent, as her son pounded into me with all the power of his youth.

I came up for air long enough to yell, 'Oh, Rob, cum, cum in my arsehole, cum, please!'

But Alex thrust my head back hard into her pussy, and writhed and bucked as if in great pain, just as her son roared and shot his huge load deep within me. I swear we all came simultaneously – which is a hard act to achieve with a threesome!

I collapsed on the rug, and saw that Rob was also prone on the floor, whilst his mother was sprawled, looking unconscious, on the sofa. On another sofa, at the far side of the room, I saw that Judith and Tina were entwined in a passionate embrace, Judith's skirt around her waist, their hands between each other's legs. I thought that was charming. 

Next day we were allowed to spend lazing around the lovely indoor pool in the basement, and working out in the well-equipped gym. When it was time for dinner, Tina came to our rooms and, giving Judith a noticeably adoring look, laid out gowns identical to the night before's, but this time in black. We were not given any decorations to adorn our nipple-and clit-rings, so I assumed that our waist-chains and collars would suffice for the evening – perhaps we were not going to be filmed, I thought.

In the event, that was a correct assumption, and after dinner, the only 'entertainment' that was on offer was soon made clear.

'I noticed,' said Alex, tonight dressed in a sky-blue silk gown, 'that the maid, Tina, behaved in an inappropriate fashion last night. For that, I propose to have her punished.'

'Oh No, Miss Alex, please,' said Tina, who was in attendance by the drinks table, 'I meant no harm, it was just.......'

'Quiet, girl!' rapped Alex, 'Come here!'

Hesitantly, Tina approached her mistress, who slapped her face resoundingly. 'I will not have insolence! Go and fetch the cane.'

The pretty Hispanic girl clicked off in her heels and was soon back with a long, thin, rattan cane. 

'Kneel on the sofa, girl,' said Alex, 'Judith will cane you.'

I looked at Judith, whose mouth was open, her face a picture of misery. 'But, Miss Alex, I don't want.........'

'Maybe, but you will, my dear, you will.' She handed her the cane, as Tina knelt on the sofa, her elbows on its back, her pretty rear pouting out, just asking to be spanked.

'Raise her skirt, Elise, will you, darling?' Alex said, and I obeyed, revealing lovely round white buttocks.

'Now go round and hold her hands, while Judith gives her some pretty stripes.' Obediently, I walked around and knelt at the back of the sofa, taking Tina's petite hands in mine, as Judith took aim, and drew back her arm, then let fly with a fierce, stinging blow I shouldn't have thought her capable of. Tina scarcely flinched, but a tiny gasp escaped her lips, which were so close to mine.

'How many do I give her, Miss Alex?' asked Judith.

'I'll tell you when to stop,' she replied, and when I glanced at where her voice was coming from, I saw that she was sat on the other, facing, sofa, and that her son, Rob, was perched right next to her on the arm. She had his erect penis in her hand and was caressing it lovingly, as they both enjoyed the spectacle of Tina's punishment. 

Judith was now thrashing Tina's arse and the tops of her thighs rapidly, but Tina's response was no more than a series of moans, and I saw that tears were now running down her cheeks, I wiped them away for her, and kissed her gently, as Judith's cane struck with renewed force, and, amazingly, Tina responded to my kiss, by opening her lips and delving with her darting little tongue, into my own open mouth. I hoped Alex was too engrossed in the vigorous hand-job she was now giving her son to notice.

I drew away, though, just in time to hear my mistress tell Judith to desist.

When Tina had left, seemingly untroubled by the brutal caning Judith had meted out to her, Alex said, 'Right, I don't know about everyone else, but I'm tired, and tomorrow night is Friday, and our party, so we should all try to get a good night's sleep.'

She held out her hand to her son, and they left together, as Judith and I watched.

'Do you suppose they sleep together?' asked Judith.

'I don't know. Probably,' I said, 'come on!' We went up to our rooms, but whilst I was getting ready for bed, Judith was already getting between my satin sheets - her own bed wasn't going to be needed that night.

Next morning we were soon roped in to help get the party prepared. Caterers were soon on the scene, being mercilessly bullied by Alex, then the doorbell rang, and a taxi delivered three girls, all latinas, and apparently friends of Tina's. Rosa, Petra and Fina were all to be 'maids' for the evening, and Tina fussed around kitting them out with their regulation tiny black silk minidresses, black fishnet hose and patent stilettos.

'No panties!' I heard her tell them. I came close and asked her what she herself was going to wear for the evening.

'The Mistress says that is to be a surprise,' she said, biting her bottom lip, as she looked at me with huge, brown eyes.

Alex broke into our conversation before it had a chance to get started, and pulled me away to show me what she had in mind as regards party-games. Judith was already talking to Rob about the music system he was setting up.

I was shocked at some of the games she had invented, and the more so when she showed me a sample invitation card. It read:-

LATE-NIGHT PARTY FOR BROADMINDED ADULTS

On Friday 20th, at 11 p.m., you are invited to attend a party at the home of Alexendra Pereira. If you have received this invitation it is because you will not be offended by the activities on offer.

Dress will be informal, (accessible?) and ladies will not be expected to wear underwear – it may well be that gentlemen will prefer to follow suit.

There is no admission charge, but a generous donation to Cancer Research is expected.

There followed Alex's address.

'Wow,' I said, as I showed the card to Judith, 'Going to be quite an evening. How many are expected – do you know?'

'Rob reckons about fifty.'

'Bloody hell. Where did she find so many randy folk?' It was a rhetorical question, as by now I knew something about the circles Alex moved in.

The afternoon and early evening seemed to pass slowly as we had everything ready, but eventually it was time for us to dress for the party – something that Alex had insisted upon supervising. She rang our room telephone and told us to come to her private suite. 'Just slip on a robe,' she said.

Once we got there, we looked about in wonder, never having been in the palatial quarters before, but Alex smilingly ushered us into a vast, mirrored dressing room, where Tina was waiting, still in her maid's uniform. 

Tina had wheeled out a rack, with filmy white garments on hangers.

'We are all going to wear white tonight,' said Alex, passing me one of the gowns, 'Take off your robe, darling,' She looked at me critically for a moment, and I was glad I had thought to wear my waist-chain and collar, and hang a pretty gold pendant from my clit-ring. 

'Mmmm,' she mused, 'You'll look quite edible in this.' The long white gown was of the same silky, transparent material that we wore for other evenings, but being white somehow made me look even more naked when I saw my reflection, and the contrast with my jet-black hair was terrific, I thought, as I stepped into metal-heeled stilettos.

'I don't think I'm going to let that waiter fuck you, my dear,' said Alex, 'At least, not until after...........' She let the sentence hang, and turned her attention to Judith, handing her an identical dress. We were to be 'twins,' it appeared. 

It was Tina's turn, and Alex smiled on the latina maid, saying that she had earned promotion, and that as 'head maid' she should be differently dressed.

'I'm going to put you in white as well,' she said, and took from the rack the shortest of white silky minidresses. It was pleated from neck to hem, unbelted, and scarcely fell below her shaven pussy. The slightest movement, and she would reveal all, and, in any case, it was translucent, so that her slender body was scarcely covered at all.

'I am to wear only this, Mistress?' she asked.

'Of course. And now, while Elise and Judith go and welcome the first of our guests, you can dress me, Tina.' We were dismissed.

We stood and greeted two young couples, the men in tuxedos, both the women in long silky, backless gowns, then we heard the clicking of heels as Alex came up behind us. I turned to see her, and she looked even more stunning than ever, in a long, high-necked, white lace sheath, with long sleeves, which would have been decorous had it not been utterly transparent, her darkened (rouged?) nipples poking out through gaps in the lace. She showed no sign of self-consciousness, smiling sweetly as more guests arrived. 

Tina followed her, and helped us take the coats of arriving guests, and guide them to the huge dining room, which had been prepared for the party, with tables groaning with food at one end, a small stage with sophisticated musical equipment, supervised by Rob, in one corner, and seating all around the other walls. The whole centre of the room was left empty of furniture, the floor prepared for dancing. A bolero was playing softly, as people started to filter in.

I noticed with amusement that several people stopped and did a kind of double-take when they saw Judith and myself, and when Tina stooped to pick up a scarf that had fallen to the floor, her naked pussy was exhibited for all to see. At that moment, I recognised the waiter who had ogled my breasts in the restaurant, and his attention was instantly taken by the intriguing sight of Tina's exposure.

'I see you have found something new to interest you then?' I said, by way of greeting. 

He looked up, feigning some sort of shame, and changed the subject. 'Carlos,' he said, 'I don't believe we were introduced by your....er.....your...'

'My mistress,' I told him, 'Alex is my mistress.' I felt a silly sort of pride in saying so, too.

'Oh,' he said, and I didn't want to cover his embarrassment, and he seemed to lose interest in me at that moment, finding his way to the drinks bar.

The party started as they always do, little knots of chatting people, gradually tending towards a little desultory dancing, then, as the idea caught on, and Rob turned the music up, the floor became filled with couples, some men and women, and some all-female couples, as there was a preponderence of women in the gathering. I was whisked out onto the floor by a tall, Scandinavian-looking guy in all black gear, just as Rob dimmed the lights, and turned from rock to slow blues.

'Oh, wow!' said my partner, a noticeable erection pressing into my stomach as he held me close, 'That was some good timing.' He was breathing heavily.

'Take it easy,' I said, 'The night is young.'

'So am I,' he replied, and I looked more closely at him. Yes, I thought, he couldn't have been more than twenty.

'Would you like to fuck me?' I asked him, innocently, 'And get it out of your system?'

He nodded, and we left the floor hand-in-hand. On the way to my room, he told me his name was Matt, and as we passed Judith she mouthed 'dirty bitch' to me. I flipped her a surreptitious finger.

I no sooner had the door closed than he was kissing me furiously, and I had to push him away so that I could get to the bed. Dressed as I was, all I had to do was sit on the bed, and raise the hem of my silky gown, so that it whispered up my thighs, and part my legs, while Matt stood open-mouthed as I toyed suggestively with the gold pendant dangling from my clitoris, then, using two fingers, spread the lips of my pussy so that he was looking directly into the glistening pink depths of my damp cunt.

'What are you waiting for, big boy?' I asked him, and he fumbled just a little as he unzipped his trousers, but then his long, rather thin penis stood out firmly, a tiny drop of pre-cum glinting at its crown. I bent forward and took him swiftly into my mouth, but the feel of my stud grazing his shaft was almost too much for him, and he drew back.

'No, no!' he protested, 'I will cum – I can't hold it.'

I gripped his shaft hard, and guided him between my legs, literally sucking him into my waiting cunt. Three or four mighty thrusts, though, were all he was good for, then he gave an animal grunt, and flooded me with his hot, sticky spunk.

'Great, eh?' he said, as I was cleaning up, and I didn't want to disillusion the poor guy, but I was going to need a good fuck some time very soon, that was for sure. 

When I got back to the dance floor, things had warmed up. A girl in a silver lurex minidress was having her pussy blatantly fingered by the girl she was dancing with, who was wearing a fishnet blouse which revealed a huge pair of virtually naked tits. A closer look revealed Judith's white dress, a pair of jet-black hands firmly grasping her buttocks through the thin, transparent material, as her massive, muscular partner grappled with her. Other couples were similarly engaged, but when I glanced at the seats beside the floor, I saw a guy sat with his mouth open, as a very slim girl knelt between his legs, her head in his lap, his cock buried deep in her throat, as she fondled his balls lovingly in the opening of his loosened chinos.

Alex, a look of intense satisfaction on her face, was stood beside her son on the stage, surveying the scene. Seeing all these couples I didn't know entertaining themselves, it was almost a relief when Carlos came up beside me.

'Lost interest in Tina, then?' I asked, cattily.

'She's not in your class, Elise,' he said.

'But are you?' I wanted to know, and at that moment Alex came up and interrupted.

'Oh, good, I see you two have found each other,' she said, 'Come on, we've almost an hour before I want the games to start.' With that, she took Carlos by the hand, with an assurance that suggested familiarity, and led him towards her bedroom-suite. I trailed along behind, my gown held up between thumb and forefinger to stop it trailiing on the floor. 

No sooner was I inside her room, the door closed behind me, than I saw that Alex was already on the bed, her gown pulled up around her waist, fingering her naked, open pussy, her eyes on Carlos.

'Prepare him for me, Elise,' she said, and I knew what she wanted me to do. I pulled down the zipper on his trousers and dragged out his already engorged – and impressive – shaft, then, sinking to my knees, I took him into my mouth, and let my tongue-stud scrape around his crown, exciting him until he was gasping, before taking his full length deep into my throat and sucking him as expertly as I now knew how. In only a few moments, he pulled away, as he was in danger of cumming in my mouth, so I led him over to Alex and guided him into my mistress's waiting cunt. Even then, he was unable to contain himself for more than a few desperate thrusts, then he gave a great heaving shudder and came with an almighty growl, then fell back on the bed.




Elise Ch. 02



What happened next was a complete surprise to me. Alex cannot have been satisfied, and when Carlos slunk off to the en-suite bathroom, she suddenly said to me, 'I want you to do something for me, Elise.' She looked at me intensely.

'Of course, Miss Alex.'

'Piss on me,' she said, 'Now!'

I hesitated, never having heard such a thing before, but she pulled me towards her, and raised the hem of my gownas I knelt up beside her on her bed. It took me a moment to summon up my waters, but then came the thick golden stream, and I pissed all over my mistress, over her lovely face, her magnificent black, shiny hair, her lace gown, soaking her thoroughly with my steaming piss.

She writhed as I did it, and groaned, until I knew she had climaxed – I too found the intimate experience more than a little exciting, though I couldn't say why.

Later, she had changed into another black dress, this one, if anything, more transparent than the last, and had had Tina do her hair again.

'I saved you a bad experience with that Carlos,' she said, laughing, 'He was hopeless.' 

When I saw Judith alone, I told her about the pissing incident.

'Wow,' she said, 'I've often wondered about that. Perhaps we should try it on each other?' I didn't know if she was serious or not.

It was apparently time for the evening's 'entertainment.' Rob and his mmother stood on the stage and, the music having been stopped, asked for silence.

'We're going to have a little game, just for the ladies, to start with,' announced Alex, 'I'm sure you're all familiar with musical chairs – well, that's what we're going to play, but there will be an interesting twist at the end. Now, those who wish to play, form up in a ring around the chairs that Tina and her helpers are putting out.'

There were plenty of takers, and I reckoned the better part of thirty women were soon arrayed around the chairs. The music started and they all began to trot around, then, when it suddenly stopped, they all sought to sit down, two or three finding themselves without a seat, and having to retire, laughing, to watch from the side. The music began again, and they began to move around once more. Each time the music stopped, one of the maids had removed another chair, and someone else was without a place. It was soon down to the last three, then two, and when the music began again the two girls, both slim young women, one dressed in a tight, short silver lamé dress, the other in a wide skirt over stiff petticoats, with a peasant blouse, tripped warily around, as one of the maids took away the two chairs and Tina appeared with another, covered in a sheet. When she placed it between the two girls and removed the sheet, it could be seen to have a moulded seat with a massive dildo set at a slight outward angle in its centre, whilst beneath the seat there appeared to be some kind of mechanism. I sidled up to Alex. 'What does it do, Miss Alex?' I asked.

'Oh, it just vibrates,' she said, but look closely at the seat!'

I did as she said, and saw that the whole surface of the seat was covered in sharp-looking triangular points. Whoever sat on that was going to get a wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure, I thought. 'I'd like to try that,' I said.

'You're a slut, Elise,' said Alex, 'I love you.'

There was a sharp cry from the floor, and I realised that the music had stopped, and the girl in the wide skirt had won, and was writhing, impaled on the huge vibrator, her upper thighs and buttocks lacerated by the awful sharp points. She was breathing fast, and moaning loudly, as the audience now understood what was happening to her. Glancing around, I saw that some of the gathered crowd were masturbating – both men and women – as they watched this scene unfold. The girl on the chair shuddered and let out a terrible scream, and we all knew she had reached a massive climax, then Tina helped her up from the chair, and across to Alex, who handed her a box which I knew contained a pair of lovely Swarowski ear-rings, as a prize.

'Time for another silly, childish game!' called Alex, and everyone looked at her expectantly.

'We're going to play 'pass-the-parcel,' she announced, to a series of groans, 'but with, of course, a difference!' The groans turned to nervous giggles here and there as the girls, and even some of the guys, wondered what indignities they might be subjected to.

Rob soon got everyone formed up into a rough circle – they just about fitted arround the perimeter of the room – apart from one young couple who remained sitting in a corner, more concerned, obviously, with sharing a massive spliff. Meanwhile two of the 'maids' had placed a padded bench in the centre of the floor, and Alex motioned that Judith and I should go and sit there, whilst Tina was handing the first 'parcel' to a middle-aged guy in the ring. The music began, and the parcel started to be passed around, some of the guests looking relieved as they rid themselves of the small square, wrapped box.

Suddenly, the music came to a halt. Rob had been watching closely, I thought, and had made sure the parcel stopped with a platinum blonde in a tight lurex dress so short that it barely covered her arse. Tina led her, complete with the parcel, to our bench, where she unwrapped the box, to reveal its contents. She giggled as she held it up.

'Ah,' said Alex, into the microphone, as if in surprise, 'look what Debs had just won!'

It was a black plastic, conical, flanged, butt-plug, accompanied by a little tube of gel.

'Perhaps you'd do the honours, ladies?' she said to Judith and myself. 

I took Debs by the hand and told her to kneel on the bench, then pulled the hem of her dress up the four inches or so necessary to reveal her crack.

'Open your legs, and spread your buttocks,' I told her, as Judith came around in front of her to support her slim torso, and stroke her long blond hair at the same time.

When she did as I asked, I could see from her distended anal orifice that she was no stranger to anal sex. Not only did she stretch her arse wide, she wiggled it suggestively, drawing murmurs of approval from those nearby, and there were plenty craning their necks to see as I started to open the tube of gel.

'I don't need that stuff,' said Debs, dismissively, 'I'm used to wearing a plug.'

And sure enough, the big, smooth black cone slid easily into her rectum, which almost seemed to suck it in greedily, leaving the flange flush against the girl's flesh. I couldn't resist working my fingers up and down her pussy, feeling her slut's wetness, as Judith kissed her.

She gave out a little moan, and squirmed just a bit, then said, 'You'll have to stop, if you don't want me to flood the place!' Then it was over – she smoothed her tight dress down, just about covering her nakedness, and asked if she could go back into the parcel-passing ring. 

'Why not,' said Tina, so she took her place once more, now complete with butt-plug. The music began again, and this time, when it stopped, another girl was holding the offending package, a much smaller one than the last. She was a prim-looking, bespectacled young brunette in a very tight pencil skirt with an off-the-shoulder peasant blouse. Tina led her to our bench, and I watched her unwrap the package.

'Oh shit!' she said, when she saw the contents. In the box was a pair of silver nipple clamps, with screw-fittings, joined by a silver chain. 

She knew immediately what they were, I thought.

'I'm sure you're not going to be forced to wear them if you don't want to,' said Judith.

For reply, she hooked her fingers under the elasticated neckband of her blouse, and swiftly pulled it down over her bare breasts. They were not very large, but had nice, perky nipples, prominent on dark aureola. She looked at Judith challengingly, so we took a breast each, and fitted the clamps snugly, then screwed them down tightly, until she yelped with pain. I decided she wasn't quite as prim and proper as she looked, and when I kissed her, the instant thrust of her tongue into my mouth confirmed that. 

'I'm going to have to go and relieve myself very soon,' she whispered, then she too went back to passing the parcel. I really was beginning to realise just what sort of a circle of friends Alex had. 

This was very soon confirmed when the music stopped once again, and this time a muscular young guy with a shaven head, who looked about thirty, but may have been older, was holding the parcel. Tina led him over to our bench, and now a spotlight picked him out.

When he unwrapped the parcel, I saw that it just contained an envelope. When he opened it, he brandished it in front of my eyes. It simply read:-

'A blow-job from our expert, Elise.'

I looked over at Alex, who was smirking back at me, enjoying my discomfiture. I ws sure she would enjoy the sight of me, on my knees, in front of this stranger.

But he was surprisingly reticent. 'In front of all these people?' he said, 'I don't think I can!' 

But, as he was saying it, Judith had deftly unfastened his belt and the waistband of his chinos, and was dragging them down before he could protest further, revealing a big, but completely flaccid, cock. 

'Oh, dear,' I said, 'what do we do about this?' There was some laughter.

But Judith had the answer, and it worked. Her long-nailed forefinger went straight up the unsuspecting guy's anus, and he gave a huge gasp of surprise, but his cock sprung rapidly to attention, as I stroked his impressive balls, then felt the dimensions of a nice, thick weapon with both hands, first caressing it gently, then licking his crown, letting my tongue stud graze him in a manner I knew would inflame him, and looking up into his brown, hooded eyes, as I rounded my lips and took first a few inches into my mouth, pausing, then sucking, pausing, sucking, then plunging him deep into my throat, until I was at gagging point. He was panting now, his embarrassment forgotten, as Judith was still working at his arsehole with her probing finger, and, in no time at all, he let out a huge groan, and came, hot gushes of almond-tasting spunk, deep into my throat. I swallowed and then licked him fastidiously clean, but when he pulled up his trousers, he was in no fit state to rejoin the ring, and went to sit down in the corner near the pot-smokers.

As he did so, the music was once again stopping, and the spotlight picked out an elegant forty-something redhead in a silk backless Armani gown of the deepest purple. She walked regally up to the bench and handed her parcel to me to open. When I did so, I saw it contained a complicated-looking, bejewelled chain arrangement that I had to take out of the box to understand. 'Ah,' I said, 'It's a g-string.' But it was no ordinary g-string. It consisted in the main of silver plated chains, but had two smooth, blue, egg-shaped balls of different sizes attached to the gusset, which were clearly designed to be inserted into the body of the wearer, one in each orifice. Beneath would then dangle several small strings of beads, which would swing loose between the wearer's legs. I thought it a charming accessory, and wanted one to try for myself. But our guest, whom I learned was a French-Canadian named Marie-Claire, had already raised her skirt, and Judith was assisting her to step into the g-string. She bent over theatrically as the spotlight picked out her white buttocks and I eased the two quite substantial 'love-balls' – first into her damp, pink vagina, then, with a nice, satisfying 'plop' into her velvet tunnel. There was a ripple of applause as she adjusted the g-string neatly into her crack, lowered her skirt and walked back proudly to join the circle.

A slim guy, perhaps in his fifties, was next to be caught with a package, and when he brought it out to us, a card in an envelope read: 'It is your turn to eat pussy!'

I exchanged glances with Judith and we both laughed, and looked at the guy – he wasn't half bad. 'He can eat me!' we chorussed, practically as one, then had a fit of giggles. I gave in to Judith then, and she reclined on the padded bench, simply raising the hem of her gown, lewdly showing the guy the tip of her tongue between slightly parted lips in that unmistakeable gesture, then flinging her legs wide apart, and fingering her luscious pink cunt, already wet through, as the guy sank to his knees between her legs. When he buried his head in her crotch, her hands went to the back of his head, impelling him to lose himself deep within her - I feared for his breathing as she writhed and showed obvious enjoyment of the tongue that was probing her sopping depths. I got to my knees beside him, and reached for his flies, finding an erection confined there almost painfully, so that it took a few moments to release. When I did so, it took only two or three quick strokes of my hand before he came, a copious flood of viscous cum flooding over my hand and down onto the floor. He collapsed in a heap, and Judith gave a snort.

She had obviously been left short by the experience.

The next – and last – winner, a young lady whose package contained a double-ended flexible dildo, gave me the chance to be generous to my friend, and I let Judith share the pink monster with the eager young blonde. They brought each other to wet, writhing climax, to warm applause from the crowd, who had gathered closely to watch.

After that, Alex announced that there would be a short break for food, then the entertainment would resume with the evening's climax, though she coyly didn't say what that would be. 

We were soon to find out, as Alex tapped a glass to get everyone's attention.

'I guess there are those of you who find the idea of bondage distasteful.' There was a murmur around the room, but she went on, 'However, the sight of a beautiful young girl, chained up, begging to be whipped, is most titillating, I think.' She looked around, saw that her words were having an effect, then continued, 'Then being flogged cruelly until she has a huge orgasm – that is the scene, the real, live scene, we are about to bring you.'

As I watched the 'maids' wheeling a heavy metal frame onto the stage, I wondered who the 'victim' was to be. I might have known. Alex came silently up behind me.

'Are you ready for your starring role, Elise?' she whispered in my ear.

'But...but, in front of everyone?' I said, 'You know I love to be whipped by you, Miss Alex, but......'

'And I know you are an exhibitionist at heart, too, darling,' she said, 'Come now, shyness doesn't do you credit.' She led me by the hand to the side of the sturdy frame, now anchored in place, which had rings set into the legs above head-height and near the floor, each equipped with a short length of heavy steel chain, a snap-link at the end. Rob, now clad in a theatrical-looking brown monastic robe, was stood beside the frame, and handed his mother the leather ankle and wrist-restraints that she proceeded to buckle onto me.

Still holding my hand, she turned to the audience, now gathered around the stage expectantly. 'This, as most of you already know, is the lovely Elise, who likes nothing better than to be whipped. I think you will share her pleasure.' She turned to me and released my hand. 'Take off your gown, now, darling!'

I did as she told me, and was nervous enough to get my dangling fingernail decoration briefly caught up on my waist-chain. I quickly freed it, and hoped it had gone unnoticed. I stood, then, in just my stilettos, waist-chain and collar, a little decorative pendant hanging from my clit-ring. I knew that I looked as sexy as it was possible for me to look, and was gratified to see many hungry pairs of eyes watching me as Judith clipped my wrists to their rings just above head-height and Tina stooped to attach my ankles, which drew my legs apart, so that I was spreadeagled as Alex, magnificently naked under her white lace sheath, stepped up to me, with a short, braided leather whip in her hand.

'I'm going to hurt you,' she said, so that all could hear, 'It's what you want, isn't it, darling.'

'Yes, Miss Alex, do please hurt me!' I replied, emphatically, looking lovingly at my mistress.

In what was almost now a cliché, she ran a hand through my open slit, and announced, 'She is wet through with anticipation!'

Then she stood back and delivered a searing stroke with her expert arm, the lash snaking across my middle back, so that I felt its sharp, delicious sting right through my body.

'Oh!' I moaned, for the benefit of the audience, and the next stroke was on its way, drawing a red line across the roundness of my buttocks, which hadn't felt the whip for too long, I thought, savouring the pain as it drove me inexorably into the realms of ecstasy. I soon lost count as her whip fell again and again, drawing red lines on my upper thighs, my arse-cheeks, and the whole length of my back, until I writhed in my bonds, overcome by the power of multiplying orgasms. I believe I came three times, the watching crowd forgotten as I screamed, my juices all too evident as they ran, creamy and hot, down my inner thighs. I practically blacked out then, and had no real memory of being released from my bonds, only of being hugged by my mistress, covered with her kisses, as the audience applauded wildly, somewhere miles away.

That night I slept with Alex and her son Rob. At some point, I think he took me, but in the morning, I couldn't remember how, and didn't much care.

The imported maids, supervised by the lovely Tina, had been entrusted with the job of clearing up after the party, and it must have been hard work, but then I knew that Tina had spent the rest of the night in Judith's bed. We were a team, and I didn't want it ever to end.

Spring turned into the glorious, all-too-brief Canadian summer, which meant picnics on the lawns, and the occasional open-air whipping. It was also a chance to wear fluttery minidresses with, of course, no underwear, giving us lots of opportunities for our exhibitionist tendencies, and we delighted in daring each other. 

But the gold of autumn brought an unwelcome chill to the air, and one morning at breakfast, Alex toyed with her coffee, and suddenly said, 'As you know, I'm half Brazilian, and I have a place there, just outside Rio. I don't know if I can face a Canadian winter again – shall we go?' She looked at each of us – Judith, myself and Tina – and Rob, who was, I thought, already in the know, was standing behind his mother, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. Alex took our smiles as assent, and so it was decided.

I may tell you about it one day.