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The Other House Ch. 01

By: SydJensen



It was five minutes before eight, the choreographer gave his final instructions and complimented everyone on their work. Byron, the gallery owner reminded the dancers to continue to move around the gallery after their performance in order to highlight the hanging works. The lead dancer, took a deep breath delighted to be leading three such talented naked women in their routine. The four of them stood in a circle, held hands and breathed in and out slowly centering themselves. Diana looked at each of them, gave a little nod of approval and then said. 

'You all look so lovely, so divinely feminine that no man or woman could fail to see you as anything less than the perfect expression of art,' her genuine appreciation was evident in every word. 

'I want you all to enjoy the idea that your body is the most perfect piece of art ever produced. No artist, no master, not Michel Angelo, Rembrandt, Rubens, Picasso or anyone else has ever produced something as beautiful as you,' Diana continued. 

In unison they took a deep contemplative breath. Diana was certain that Rebecca would remember this, her first public display of nudity, for the rest of her life. She was nervous for Rebecca, but knew that she would love every moment. Dancing naked in front of perfect strangers was so decadent, and always such a thrill. 

'Are we ready?'

'Yes Mistress,' came their reply.

They quickly hugged one another and assured each another that they were beautiful before heading for the door. The choreographer gave them one last hurrah, and as they left the dressing room Diana reminded them that they were not to talk to any of the patrons. 

'Not a word. Do you understand me?' 

'Yes mistress,' their voices were in unison. 

The four dancers made their way out into the gallery, empty but for the art, and a solitary drummer. They fidgeting nervously as they took up their positions. When Byron opened the main doors their very being was transformed into performance. The drummer began to tap out a sexy, ta tee tut ta tee, rhythm on the snare, the lights were turned down low and the first patrons appeared. Within a couple of minutes fifty people had made their way into the gallery. Elegant women in long black dresses offered them champagne. And then there was Victoria. Tall, athletic, her tight shapely muscles always cut a sublime figure, but her form was almost outdone by her outrageous dress. Her tall black boots were set off by patterned thigh-high stockings, her short-high-gloss polyurethane trench coat barely covered her bottom. Unbuttoned, her perfectly sculpted tummy was bordered with black lace panties and bra. To top it off her lop sided pig tails, dark lipstick and dusky eye shadow enhanced her intense searching gaze. As she walked between the patrons she searched their souls, she searched their hearts for the kind of passion, the kind of desire she could make her own. 

Victoria rubbed herself up against a man holding his wife's hand, to his delight and his wife's disgust. She cupped another man's arse and even groped at his manhood in front of his partner, while he looked surprisingly nervous, his partner smiled and her eyes sparkled. Perhaps I should have tried her, Victoria mused. Sex, erotic, breathless, exhausting sex was everywhere just waiting. The only thing more Victoria could have wished for was the whistle of the lash through the air, the sound of hot fast leather colliding with perfect, smooth skin and the whimper of satisfaction. Victoria was like a goddess walking among mere mortals. 

Ta tee tut ta tee, the four perfectly naked women standing artistically in the middle of the gallery, changed their stance again. Their boots and headdresses their only encumbrance. Victoria spotted a delicious looking woman with a not so flavorsome, but obviously wealthy man. Victoria's lovely long legs seemed more perfect than ever, stepping, prancing with a deliberately stylized motion as she skirted the room, honing in on her prey. She caught the woman's eye, their gaze lingered. Victoria swished her coat aside and placed her hand on her hip, bare but for the delicate strap of her lace g-string. Her perfect tummy rippled as she approached the couple. It was quite a performance, her seductive raw sexuality was in more than her walk or her over-exposure, it was in her devouring eyes. Rata-ta-tat rata-ta-tat, the four women assumed a different erotic stance, this time placing their hands so delicately, so lovingly on each other. Victoria ignored them, enveloped in her own drama. She drew near to the couple her eyes fixed, looking deep into the man's eyes. As she passed him, she ran her hand across his chest. She maintained eye contact with the man but stopped directly in front of the woman that stood at his side. Victoria rested her hand on the man's shoulder as she pressed her body close to the woman, then with one quick movement Victoria turned to face the woman. They stood so close that the end of Victoria's nose brushed ever so lightly against the woman's cheek. They both seemed to take a breath, Victoria tilted her head and kissed her ever so delicately on the lips. Instinctively the woman moved her hand, resting on Victoria's thigh. Again Victoria looked her in the eye, searching her inner self, then she closed her eyes, brought her other hand to rest in the small of the woman's back, turned her face away from the man so that they stood cheek to cheek,

'I would like to put nice red stripes across your lovely bottom,' she whispered almost hoarsely, as she slid her hand down to caress the woman's curvaceous rear. The woman didn't pull away, instead a feint wry smile curled her lip and lit up her eyes. Victoria could feel the woman's fingers press against her hip and her breath against her neck. Victoria had found her mark. As she left the couple standing together she let her hand fall from the man's shoulder, slowly traced it across the woman's breast, down her body, and over her pubic mound before allowing it to slip away. Unbeknown to Victoria, the woman felt warm all over, flushed and agitated. The woman took a breath and tried not to watch Victoria slink away, but she couldn't help herself. Victoria knew she had her when she glanced back to see the woman looking longing after her. She smiled to herself when the woman quickly looked away, her desire unmasked, defenseless, she was ashamed of wanting to taste the forbidden. Even better, Victoria noticed that the woman avoided eye contact with her man. When he spoke directly to her, the woman looked away into the distance, which was not easy in such a small gallery. She was evading his inquiry. Victoria's heart leapt as she imagined the man asking his devoted wife what the tramp said to make her smile. Victoria knew by the woman's body language that she lied, confirming that she was Victoria's for the taking.

Byron took to mingling with the patrons as the gallery slowly filled. For him it was quite an achievement; erotic art covering the walls, sculptures, almost pornographic in their depictions contorted on stone plinths, and then there was the beautiful live art to be enjoyed. Victoria loved her master, Byron gave her almost everything she ever wanted. Despite wanting her all to himself he found an obscene pleasure seeing her dressed as an expensive whore teasing his patrons. Everything about her was intensely erotic, hard and viscous. 

Ta tee tut ta tee, the girls adopted one last stance. Rebecca stood in the centre, between the three other girls, her hands raised in the air, the other women bent at the waist, hands raised, heads bowed as in worship. Their figures were spectacular. The high heels accentuated their lovely slender, sculpted legs and round bottoms. Their headdresses made them look taller, and more mysterious, as did the masks that obscured their eyes. Their anonymity was their only security. None of them had anything else to hide behind, not even a single pubic hair. For Rebecca this was more than a performance, it was a challenge, it was part of her training. She would never have gone nude in public if Diana, her mistress, had not demanded it. Understanding the power of her own body, her beauty and the simple fact that there was no shame to be had in being sexy, was an important part of being sexually emancipated. 

The choreographer watched from the gantry, nervous for his performers, as any choreographer would be. Down on the floor, Victoria took her place at Byron's side. She turned to face him straddling his thigh and pressing her pussy against him. He slid his hand around her waist, between her trench coat and her warm skin. He pulled her to him, gave her a single kiss and then before releasing her, proud of the spectacle said, 

'She's so very beautiful.'

'Oh yes, they all look perfectly sweet in their feathered headdresses and little masks,' Victoria's sarcasm was never far from her.

Byron ignored her comment, determined to enjoy the performance. Victoria had seen all of this before. Byron had a thing for girls in training, but quickly tired of them. She knew he needed a sophisticated woman, someone daring and innovative to keep his interest. She reassured herself that his infatuation with the innocent young creatures posing in front of him would soon pass. 

The lights began to dim, further exaggerating the contrast between the light and the shadows. The last of the guests poured in and then at eight-thirty the doors were closed, and the show began. One of the girls kissed Rebecca on the lips and then turned and walked toward the crowd. As she did the drummer's beat doubled, and another spotlight lit a small space in the midst of the crowd. The other girls struck poses, waiting for her to reach the light. She walked with sharp stylish steps that highlighted the angle of her legs and hips. Her bottom moved like art swaying, and her lovely firm breasts jiggled ever so perfectly to the rhythm of the snare. The people made way as she walked between them. What a thrill, they were all spell bound. When she reached the lit space she struck a very sexy pose. Her feet were well apart, her hips were slightly oblique, one arm fell straight down, her other hand on her hip. Shadows fell over her perfectly sculpted body and the light reflected off the lacquered floor illuminated her naked pussy. Every lovely pink fold glistened as though encrusted in a thousand tiny pink diamonds, her divide glowed as her savory juices caught the light. 

A second girl approached Rebecca as Diana took up a position about ten feet behind her. The girl kissed her on the lips, lingered, and then as she turned another spot of light appeared amidst the crowd of people. Without delay she headed toward the narrow beam of light. The drummer and the percussionists enjoyed their part. Diana, Rebecca and the girl in the other beam of light held their poses as their friend strutted toward the crowd. She was perhaps the sexiest of them all, her movement was so seductive. Her high steps made her hips sway, highlighting her round bottom, narrow waist and her more than ample breasts. As before the crowd parted and she made her way toward the island of light. She weaved her way between the people who closed ranks behind her. As she approached the lit space the crowd fell back, standing shoulder to shoulder in the darkness bordering the beam of light. When she reached the centre of the light, all of the girls began to move, sensuously rolling their hips and moving their hands gently caressing their thighs and breasts. After a few delightful moments they modeled yet another pose. The girls enjoyed the people crowd in around the two spot lighted areas obviously eager to watch them perform. The light that reflected off the girl's stark white bodies lit the men and women's lustful faces. The girls enjoyed the tease and loved the feel of their own tender hands on their breasts and bottoms. 

In the centre of the room, Rebecca and Diana began to move toward one another. They walked a clockwise spiral, stalking one another getting ever closer. Every step was cat like, seductive, yet fierce. Like huntresses they honed in on one another. The light etched their perfect bodies in the minds of everyone in the gallery. When they met, they stopped, paused and then the beat of the drum changed again, rat-a tat-tat, all four of them began to shimmy, jiggling their breasts and shaking their lovely arses at the crowd. Then they struck new poses. Standing tall, feet at shoulder width, one hand in their mouths, the other between their legs. Diana and Rebecca began to move, embracing one another. Rebecca raised one leg and wrapped it around Diana's waist. Diana's hand gripped her thigh, they kissed as they ran fingers through each other's hair. The snare rattled, Diana and Rebecca broke their embrace, twirled away from one another and then back together. Rebecca widened her stance and then as she bent forward she slid her hands from her bottom down her thighs allowing them to rest behind her knees. A good number of people got to see Rebecca's naked pussy in the moments before Diana stepped in behind her. Diana ran her hands down Rebecca's back toward her shoulders and then brought them back to her sides gripping her hips as she pushed her pelvis forward and pressed her mound against Rebecca's inviting sex. They held their stance as the beat slowed again, ta tee ta ta tee. 

The entire crowd was spellbound, they held their breath, their hearts beat faster as their arousal soared. The snare rattled again and all of the girls began to move like cats gingerly stepping, twisting and turning. Stewart could not have been more proud of his performers. When the beat changed, Rebecca and Diana returned to their previous pose, only in reverse. Diana widened her stance, and then bent forward, her hands coming to rest behind her knees. Her pussy was very swollen, and dripping wet. The light outlined her lovely pink folds and made her entire vulva glisten. A few onlookers gasped at her over exposure. Rebecca stepped in behind her, slid her hands down Diana's back and then brought them back around her waist. As she pushed her pelvis forward she felt Diana's hot wet pussy against her own waxed mound. It felt divine. Rebecca's heart beat faster as her arousal climbed. One more change and then she would be on her own. The beat quickened, Diana straightened up, they turned and walked away from each other toward the crowd. They only stopped when they reached the edge of the lit area where the people crowded in. All four girls assumed the same stance, feet together, arms raised, hands gripped behind their heads, breasts pushed forward, nipples hard and long. 

Byron's eyes were fixed, staring directly at her lovely form. Victoria couldn't help notice his intense gaze. She slid her hand across the front of his trousers, feeling for his manhood. She was surprised to find him almost fully erect. She squeezed his cock through the thin gabardine. He appeared not to notice. Victoria retreated. She stared through the darkness as Rebecca lovely naked body, almost jealous of what was little more than the latest object of his arousal. She was beautiful, young, almost girlishly sweet, Victoria made a mental note. 

Again the beat changed, Rebecca and Diana strutted the circumference of the lit area, brushing their hands against the onlookers. And then they turned quickly and headed toward one another. They met face to face, Diana gripped Rebecca around the waist as Rebecca bent backward, her arms outstretched, her pelvis pushed hard against Diana's. Rebecca's breasts pointed toward the ceiling, firm and proud. She straightened up, and gripped Diana around the waist and Diana bent backward, mimicking her partner's move. When Diana straightened up the beat quickened, rata-ta-tat rata-ta-tat, they kissed more passionately than before, Diana moved toward Rebecca's right as Rebecca kicked her left leg high, resting it on Diana's shoulders. Diana wrapped her arm around Rebecca's thigh and placed her hand on her waist then walked in a tight circle, so that everyone could see Rebecca's gaping pussy. Some people in the audience began to applaud. Diana continued walking around, looking all the while into Rebecca's eyes. God you're beautiful, was all she could think as she waited for the beat to change again. Diana let Rebecca's leg fall gracefully to the floor as she separated from her lover for the last time. Another beam of light pierced the darkness. Rebecca and the two other girls struck a new pose as Diana headed toward the third beam of light deep in the audience. 

The people in the beam of light quickly made way for Diana, delighted to have a ringside view. Diana swayed her hips as she adopted a run way walk. Her breasts jiggled as she moved her shoulders opposite to her hips, strutting, moving in perfect angular motion. The crowd parted as she headed for the isolated beam of light. Every eye appeared to follow her. Her every aspect was so very sensual. When she reached the light Victoria noticed the delicious woman and rich husband were standing on the edge of the beam. The woman watched intently as Diana walked toward her. The woman's eyes appeared to focus on Diana's naked, shaved mound before tracing her form up to her breasts and then probed at the small gaps in her mask, hoping to see her eyes. As the beat changed again all four women adopted a new stance. Feet spread, heels turned out, their hands on their thighs, their bottoms jutting out, shoulders back and their faces inclined toward the ceiling. 

Moments later the snare rattled again, as the three other girls stood fast Rebecca began to move, seducing herself, seducing everyone in the gallery. She moved around the lit circle like a goddess, divinely stroking herself. She slide her hands over her smooth skin, up her front, around her perfect full breasts and down again, over her bottom around her thighs and between her legs. No sooner had one hand moved down than the other moved up. Her motion was fluid, perfectly balanced and incredibly erotic. She stopped in the centre of the circle again, and returned to her previous pose. The drummer slowed his rhythm, ta tee tut ta tee, and then sped up as all four girls moved toward yet another stance. 

People, anonymous in the darkness caressed their partners, some touched strangers, others touched themselves. Hands found hard members, soft globes and lovely wet places as the freedom enjoyed by the dancers infected the fortunate crowd. The performance made no reference to love, just sensual sexual bodies free to be enjoyed, by owner and onlooker alike. No one kissed and no one spoke, only the sound of the drum, the snare and the girl's footsteps broke the silence. As the girls moved they kicked high, parting their folds and opening their vaginas. The shadows cast gave the illusion of dark hollows, deep caverns between their legs. When the crowd gasped, the contrast between their silence and their appreciation was magic. 

As they assumed a classical pose, one knee slightly behind the other, their hips tilted, one hand cupping their sex the other covering a breast, the music slowed again. Moments later, Rebecca began her final solo performance. She stayed in the middle of the lit area her hands concentrating on her bottom, lifting and separating her cheeks and then as the drummer's tempo increased she moved one hand to her breast. Unlike previously, she kneaded her breast and buttock, and then moved her hand from her breast to her pussy and the other from her buttock to her breast. As she kneaded her breast and dug her fingers into her luscious folds, she rolled her hips and swiveled her shoulders. The audience was breathless. Few of them could have realized that she had slipped her middle finger into her tight little vagina. Rebecca turned on the spot allowing everyone to see her masturbating. She changed hands, and sucked her fingers before tweaking her nipples and then returning to knead her lovely young breasts. Again the beat changed, she stopped, then all four of the girls widened their stance and lifted their hands to the heavens. The lights around the walls lifted highlighting the erotic black and white photographs that hung there. Sculptures emerged from the darkness and paintings appeared above the gantry. 


The Other House Ch. 01



The snare rattled again and the spotlights went out, all four girls gave up their stances as Byron's voice rang out, 

'I'd like to thank these four stunning women for giving each and everyone of us a truly memorable and very erotic performance.' 

The applause was unanimous. Rebecca, Diana and the other two girls gave a little bow as Byron said, 

'I hope you all enjoy the rest of the art as much as the living art.' 

The girls walked between the people toward the walls, and took up poses next to the framed pieces, sculptures and paintings. They moved to a new position every few minutes, highlighting another piece of art. 

As Byron made to mingle with his potential clients, Victoria put his apparent desire for Rebecca out of her mind, more interested in her own conquest. She searched the crowd, looking for the delicious woman and her husband. They were looking at a sculpture. He was pointing out some small detail, peering ever so intently through a pair of glasses he had only just produced from his jacket pocket. She placated him, but was obviously less than interested. A few moments passed before she leant in toward him, said something, touched his arm and then walked away. She had excused herself in order to go to the ladies room. Victoria's wicked mind delighted in the opportunity. 

Intent on making a rendezvous and less concerned for her image, Victoria strode purposefully toward the back of the gallery where the powder room was. Despite discarding her prancing gate, she cut a striking figure in contrast to the idle onlookers. Some women gave their partners chastising glances as they stopped in mid sentence, or simply shifted their attention to the near naked woman in the shiny black trench coat. Other's enjoyed the spectacle. Victoria was shameless in her sexuality, scathing of conservative frigid sex, dismissive of the judgment of others. She knew what she wanted and generally how to get it. Surprising she found the ladies room all but empty. Only two of the cubicles were occupied, one of them by her attractive new friend. As she waited she could hear the gush of urine leaving someone's urethra, splashing into water. It was the whizzing sound that made her knees go weak, the idea of all of that piss gushing from a lovely pink pussy made her desire grow. As the last drops of urine were being propelled into the water below one of the doors opened, a short buxom blond stepped out. Her mark was the woman she heard relieving her bladder. How divine, Victoria thought as the latch turned from engaged to vacant. Before the woman could exit, Victoria pushed the door open and stepped into the cubicle. At first the woman was a little startled, but then she seemed to welcome the intrusion. 

'Lift up your skirt,' was all Victoria said.

The woman obeyed without so much as a word. She slid her hands down her thighs, dragged the fabric upward with her agile fingers, bunching the fabric before lifting her skirt up around her waist. She was wearing a nice lacey thong. 

'Widen your stance. Wider. As wide as you can,' Victoria demanded. 

The woman did as she was commanded. Victoria stepped in close and placed her left hand in between the woman's legs. 

'Did you dry your pussy with paper after pissing?'

'Yes, of course.'

'Yes, of course Mistress,' Victoria admonished her new found charge.

The woman's heart pounded as she surrendered.

'Yes, of course Mistress,' she repeated as Victoria massaged the fabric of her thong into the wet folds of her pussy. 

The woman had never been touched by another woman before, she had never been dominated so completely before. It felt so good that she could have come right there and then. 

'I thought you'd be wet. I thought you were wet after our little kiss. Is that right?'

'Um, yes, Miss-Mistress.'

'Good.'

Victoria slid her fingers up the front of the woman's lacey knickers until she reached the waist band. Then she slid her hand down inside her pants, smiling as the woman took a deep breath. Victoria noticed the woman's jaw quiver with anticipation. Her fingers soon found the woman's deep folds, her even deeper vagina, thick with her arousal, her lips were puffy and dripping with erotic juices. Victoria slid her fingers into the woman's vagina and then up her lovely groove to her blossoming clitoris. Her touch sent a shiver through the woman's body. A wicked smile crossed Victoria's face. It was all too easy. 

As she teased the aroused woman's eager sex, she reached into her pocket and retrieved a small enclosed vibrator. It was rounded on both ends, short and thick. She held the device in her hand and with her thumb and forefinger turned the end. It began to hum ever so softly as it vibrated in her hand. 

'I have something for you,' she smiled. 'The battery will last long enough for you to get home, take it out, switch it of, and then put it back in when you come to visit me next week.' 

The woman's eyes glanced down to see what it was, before returning to look into Victoria's deep brown, and very sexy eyes. Her breathing was getting faster as she approached an orgasm. Victoria was still masturbating her and only hesitated to introduce the vibrator. 

'Oh god, I'm going to...'

'Not yet. You are not allowed to come until I give you permission. Is that clear?'

'Yes, sorry, I mean yes miss, Mistress.'

Victoria slid the thick vibrator past the woman's clitoris, trying to avoid any real contact, down to the mouth of her vagina. As she pushed the rounded end upward it happily slid between her lips and into her vagina. It was only three inches long allowing her vagina lips to close containing the vibrator inside her pussy. It feels absolutely divine, she thought as it hummed deep inside her.

Victoria was delighted. 

'Now before I let you come. Inside the vibrator is a card with my details on it. Also you will find the details of a room that I keep in London and the time when you will meet me there. Is that clear?'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Now, I'm going to make you come,' that wicked smile again lighting her face.

Victoria began sliding her hand up and down the delicious woman's divide, massaging her entire sex from her vagina lips to her clitoris, while kissing her ever so passionately. Only moments passed before the woman reached her climax. It was electric, even Victoria could feel the energy as it raced through her entire body. It was intense but lasted a long time as wave after wave of pleasure filled her very being. She kissed Victoria as deeply as anyone ever had. 

'I can't wait to make love to you,' Victoria said as her new friend's climax began to subside.

'Oh, please.' she said breathlessly, still holding her skirt, a stranger's hand down her pants. 

The women waiting outside the cubicle gave them some funny looks as they emerged. The woman was still flushed from her recent experience, Victoria was licking her fingers. When she finally found her husband he was ogling one of the girls rather than looking at the photographs, paintings or sculptures. Victoria guessed that there would be plenty of romance to be had later that night. Certain that when the woman was next making love to her husband she would be reliving their cubical encounter, Victoria smiled inwardly. Delighted with her conquest, Victoria surveyed the gallery. She managed to catch Byron's eye. He did his best to ignored her, he was selling art. Time for a new game? she wondered.

Victoria decided on a new vantage point, near the front doors. She stood near a large black and white photograph of a female torso with a pair of testicles hanging below her vagina. On closer inspection Victoria could see the base of a cock between her pussy lips. And they call this rubbish art. It's certainly not attractive and worse still, its not even clever, Victoria's thoughts were clear. She loved art and hated vulgarity. Roused from her contemplation by the sound of someone standing behind her, Victoria composed herself ready for what ever came next.

'Since when did you wear underwear?' came a question, whispered in a familiar feminine voice. 

As Victoria turned she saw the masked face and feathered headdress of one of the dancers.

'Since when did the beautiful Diana Gleeson dance naked at gallery openings?' Victoria's eye's searched the eye-holes in the mask. 

Diana's eyes were like deep watery pools, like polished glass her eyes smiled as lover's do. 

'I always said that pig tails perfectly complimented your brutal manner.'

Victoria stood so close to Diana that Diana could feel the lace of Victoria's bra press against her soft skin. Diana instinctively placed her hand on Victoria's thigh. 

'I'll take that as a compliment,' Victoria's voice barely louder than a husky whisper. 

'You should. You look so... so alluring,' Diana wanted to say more, but couldn't think of the right words. Instead of finding them Diana moved her hand ever so gently over Victoria's warm thigh, then her hand stopped allowing her deep gaze to do her bidding.

For the first time all night neither Diana nor Victoria were performing. They looked into each other's eyes content to share the same space. After a few precious moments of silence Victoria whispered,

'I'll call you.' 

'That'd be nice,' was all Diana needed to say. Her lusty look told Victoria all see needed to know.

A moment later Diana allowed her lips to brush across Victoria's as she turned to leave. Diana desperately wanted to kiss the lips she loved so much, but could not surrender the seductive power of teasing them with her touch, yet refusing them her kiss. Diana was the only person Victoria afforded the luxury of teasing her. She loved the way Diana knew just what to do, how Diana could make her heart skip a beat, how Diana's flirtatious ways increased her desire. As Diana stepped away she slid her hand from Victoria's thigh, dragging it across the front of Victoria's lace panties. Naked, but for her boots, headdress and mask Diana walked away. Victoria stood, transfixed, admired Diana's lovely long legs and curvaceous bottom. God! You're more beautiful than ever, Victoria's mind confirmed what her body already told her.

Victoria was lost in her thoughts momentarily, diving deep into an imaginary world where she and Diana could lay in each other's arms for hours, warm beneath the covers, without a care. But that was for another time, this was now, and it was time to seduce some poor innocent art lovers. She knew she wouldn't catch any prey standing near the wall, it was time to go on the prowl. As she walked between the happy people Victoria noticed that her inner thighs were slippery with her own juices. The thin layer of lace could not have hoped to mop up her moisture. Feels nice, free, she thought as the air moving between her legs seemed to create a cooling sensation on her wetness. She was, however not the only one to notice her wetness. Apparently one of the lights embedded in the staircase was reflecting off her inner thighs, drawing attention to her. Not only was she almost naked, the lacey crotch of her panties failed to disguise the deep cleft of her pussy, but the reflection off her inner thighs created a halo effect around her sex. The sudden glances and prolonged stares stopped her in her tracks. She didn't know exactly what caught their attention, but she liked the fact that so many men and women were shamelessly staring at her aroused sex. She widened her stance, and shifted her weight from one leg to the other which somehow accentuated the effect. She was a beautiful woman, but it was her shameless exhibitionism that made her special. Those who stared at her wet, swollen, gaping sex may have appreciated her more if only they knew that seeing her like this usually followed a stern flogging, a flogging they would not need endure. She was, after all, London's most celebrated dominatrix, merciless, strict and stunningly beautiful. 

Byron invited some of his guests to enjoy the relative privacy of his upstairs suite. Four couples availed themselves of his offer, keen to express themselves 'artistically', or in the least sexually, depending on their appreciation of the finer aspects of human sensuality. Others had a quick look around and headed for the first private space they could find. Victoria had gathered a small crowd, who both admired her form and wanted to see more. One rather bold gentleman simply asked her to move her panties to the side so that they could see her spectacular lips. She smiled, then rewarded his request. At first she drew the fabric together like a string and pulled it upward between her pussy lips. The silhouette of her pouting sex was something to behold. Then she pulled her laced panties to the side allowing the intense onlookers to see her open lips, the bud of her clitoris and the opening of her lustful vagina. Victoria loved how she felt, men and women admiring her lovely sex. She slipped her thumbs over the waist band of her pants and slid them down, stepped out of them and stood tall, her feet slightly wider than shoulder width, her hands on her hips, her wet lace g-string dangling helplessly at her right side. She loved her pussy, she loved how it felt when she touched it, when she pressed herself onto someone's hungry mouth or impaled herself on a nice thick penis. And she loved how nice it felt to have so many eyes caress her pussy with complete and absolute adoration. 

After about five minutes wandering about the gallery generously exposing her delightfully aroused sex to admirers and shocked art lovers alike, the snare rattled loudly and the four performers walked toward the centre of the gallery temporarily stealing Victoria's thunder. They stopped, the four of them facing a central point. They each kissed the girl opposite them, then the one on either side, formed a line, bowed to the crowd, turned and bowed again, and then, to tumultuous applause, they walked toward the back of the gallery and out of the main gallery. Their choreographer met them as they reached the dressing room. They erupted in jubilation. They hugged one another, threw off their headdresses and masks and then began to relive every precious moment. 

'Wow Becca you were so sexy,' one of the girls said in adoration. 

'I never saw anybody do that in an art gallery before,' Diana said with a devilish grin. Rebecca drew in a tremendous breath, closed her eyes and, throwing her hands in the air, fell back across the couch, letting out a huge breath.

'This is the best night of my entire life,' she cried as though the whole world needed to hear. 'I never thought that exposing myself to strangers would be so exhilarating.'

They all laughed and jeered as they pulled on their coats. Coats and heels was all they needed for their trip back to their house, back to the warmth of their cells. 

As they dashed for the car Byron stopped Diana, he had been watching her, wanting her all night. 

'Just wait for me in the car,' she ordered. He took her hand and led her back inside. He was so very aroused, his kisses were sweet as honey, and his fingers nimble as he unbuttoned her coat. Diana was extremely horny. He pressed her against the hallway wall, she wrapped her legs around him and within a couple of minutes they were both enjoying a rather impulsive orgasm. His cock was nice, but his passion was wonderful. Byron was no ordinary man, he was a lover, not just a fucker. He was a beautiful man, sweet but kind of debauched, and more than just a little in love with Diana. 

The party at the art gallery wore on into the next day. Both Byron and his clients behaved badly. A lot of erotic art changed hands. Victoria gave up trying to get Byron alone and eventually decided that she would walk the mile and a half back to the hotel. She put her now cold wet g-string back on. It was the first unpleasant sensation she felt all evening. Still, she failed to capture Byron's attention. Resigned to her lot, Victoria did up the double row of buttons on her trench coat and headed for the door. The coat barely covered her assets, her legs looked longer than ever. Victoria enjoyed the walk, smiling to herself as she recalled seducing that woman right under her husband's nose and then there was her encounter with Diana. As she wandered home she bathed in the many warm memories that Diana's teasing touch recalled. She practiced her runway walk, always placing her footsteps in a perfect line. It was even easier with high heel boots on, she planted her heel first and then as she moved forward she turned her toe out ever so slightly. It made her hips sway seductively. As Victoria neared the hotel her mind wandered from Diana, back to her latest conquest. She put her hands in her pockets and smiled again as she remembered depositing her short fat vibrator in that woman's hungry hole. I wonder If she is at home yet. Maybe she is reading my note and making plans to get away. Maybe she's using my vibrator to give herself another orgasm. Victoria loved the power she had over other men and women.



The Other House Ch. 02



Morning saw Victoria standing naked in front of the floor to ceiling window, looking out, watching the sea of people below. They were oblivious to her offering, focusing on their own miserable little lives, the drudgery of work, of making dirty, soulless, money. How sad, she thought. They were so involved in their pathetic wasted lives, busily watching their feet or just keeping distance with the person in front of them that they failed to live. They were like robots programmed to wait for the little red man to fade and the little green man to appear before crossing the street. To a man, they didn't look around, they just stood there oblivious to everything surrounding them. Collectively they were unaware that the goddess of pleasure and pain offered them a glimpse of her divine form. Victoria never liked being underappreciated and like most other people, other than true submissives, she never appreciated being taken for granted. It was time to make a few changes. 

There were a number of Houses in and around London. Some of them doubled as sex clubs and even brothels, but most were private homes dedicated to one or another fetish. Byron was heir to Hedon's Bend, one of the few remaining Great Houses. It was where Victoria was trained as a dominatrix. Before coming to Hedon's Bend she was just another girl in a house dominated by a husband and wife team. It was not until she went to a banquet in the Great Hall at Hedon's Bend that she ever contemplated her potential. The banquet was more like an industry expo than a feast, however, despite being naked bound and gagged, Victoria met both Diana and Byron. Shortly thereafter Diana left Hedon's Bend and within twelve months Victoria had not only taken up training there but had her own set of whips, lashes, cuffs and penetrating devices. Byron was a good Master, he had been kind and brutal, brutal and not always kind and on occasion he showed a little love for his girls. Victoria needed more. She was no whore, no simple play-thing to be passed around, and thankfully she had never been treated as such. Diana had achieved her own house. Not exactly what Victoria wanted but it was filled with girls who paid for their training in one or another way. It was time Victoria spread her wings and left Hedon's Bend. 

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Victoria donned some street clothes, brushed her dark shoulder length hair into a bob and put on a pair of sunglasses. Arguably, she was even more beautiful in modest attire, than in tight leather, in her dominatrix costume or even completely naked. It was something to do with the air of mystery that surrounded her. The anticipation and inescapable thrill of seeing someone so beautiful naked dissipated when their attire left little to the imagination. When Victoria was dressed modestly, the allusion that a glimpse of her glorious form was all but unattainable was exasperating to anyone with a heartbeat. Nice black slacks, heels and a turtleneck blouse was perfect for a spot of shopping. Her dark red lipstick, dark eye shadow, and her black hair, pulled back in a tight pony tail showcased her lovely features. She was not girly, but she was very feminine and she meant business. People moved out of her way, men admired her, and most women were jealous of her slim legs and perfectly firm bottom, narrow waist and shapely breasts. 

When hoping to avoid the unnecessary advances of unwanted men, Victoria wore a wedding ring. This was one of those days. She bought a book on erotica in the time of the French enlightenment. It was more academic than raunchy. Just what she needed. She sat in the café window enjoying a long flat white, reading her book desperate to avoid eye contact with any of the men who had been eyeing her off. It was one of the pitfalls of being young and beautiful. Rather than loitering, Victoria decided to do a little window shopping as she was rarely at liberty to roam in London. 

An outfit in a Lingerie shop caught her eye. It was a nice black teddy, seductive, without being too hot. The shop assistant was a precocious young thing. Attractive but for her being a little pushy. Before Victoria had the chance to indicate the item of her interest the slender blond took a bra and pants set from the rack and said,

'This would look so good on you. Why don't you try them on and I'll tell you how they look.' She spoke as though she had some special kind of authority.

'Hmmm... Why don't you try it on and if it looks good on you, I'll try it myself.' Victoria had played this game before. 'We're a similar size and build, it will be just like looking in a mirror, only in three dimensions.'

The shop assistant, Kate, was a little taken aback. Her discomfort was only added to when Victoria started taking item after item off the racks saying, 

'It's been ages since I really spoilt myself, and I really do love wearing expensive, lacey knickers and bras and things.'

'I'm sorry miss, but...'

'Victoria,' her interruption took the wind from Kate's sails.

'I'm sorry Victoria, but the sales assistants are not permitted to model garments for the client's pleasure.'

At that very moment the senior shop assistant saw the opportunity for a little revenge, as she disliked her junior's 'power selling' ways. As Victoria piled the nearly non-existent garments high in Kate's arms the senior shop assistant approached and said,

'What a great idea. You really are the same size and build.' Then looking them both up and down went on to say, 'Please Miss, consider it Kate's duty to model anything you like.'

Kate could hardly conceal her resentment at her senior's interference. 

'We have a special room at the back with a changing closet and some nice sofas in the waiting room. Normally it's used for outfitting wedding parties, but why not make use of it?' Her conceited expression only confirmed the contempt she held for her junior. 

'Why thank you. I will be sure to avail myself of Kate's assistance.' 

Kate tried to maintain her air of professionalism, but her upturned lips did not fool anyone. Knowing that Kate had little choice but to play along, the forty something woman smiled and drawled, 

'Kate, I will take care of front-of-shop until you have satisfied your customer's needs,' aloof as can be.

'Kate, would you lead the way?' Victoria spoke like someone who always got her way.

Nodding, the reluctant shop assistant mumbled, 

'Won't you come this way,' hoping that Victoria would not add to the mountain of lingerie already in her arms.

Kate took good care of herself, her lean body was quite appealing, more feminine than athletic. As she emerged from the changing room, wearing only a pair of skimpy pants and a bra, she looked more than a little embarrassed. 

'Do you think you could put your heels back on. It really would look better.' Victoria's tone let the girl know who was in charge.

'Certainly miss,' her smile as fake as her politeness.

Kate was right, The lacey pants and bra really would have suited Victoria.

'Please... turn around for me,' the pause between the "please" and the remainder of the sentence made it sound like a command rather than a request.

Kate turned slowly on the spot.

'Could you walk back and forth a few times so I can see how it moves on you.'

Kate complied, masking her annoyance with a subtle if not slightly resentful smile.

'You really are quite beautiful and you're quite right. I think they would suit me very nicely.' Victoria deep almost sultry tone suggested that her sentiment was quite genuine. 

After a moment or two of careful contemplation Victoria continued, 

'Would you try on the next set for me,' her wicked intent barely hidden beneath her feigned detachment.

More than an hour passed as Kate tried on all manner of undergarments. Victoria was sure to compliment her on how well she looked in them, while avoiding saying anything to girly, or superficially sexual. Some of the garments covered a lot, some not much at all. Kate looked best in a white high sided lace thong. It worked really well with her skin tones and soft feminine shape. Victoria noted that Kate enjoyed being told how good she looked. Despite the fact that Kate tried not to smile when Victoria said she looked stunning, gorgeous or down right sexy, her micro-expressions were plain to see. 

Kate had once tried on some one-piece and bikini swim suits with a couple of her friends. It was a very 'girly' event, lots of giggling, overacting, wild gesturing, and sexy but playful compliments. They all had a lot of fun, but then again, despite showing off their lovely young bodies in swimsuits, their play was not remotely sexual, threatening or dangerous. This was very different. Modeling for Victoria was more matter-of-fact, almost serious. But there was something else— Victoria's commanding, but soothing dark voice and authoritative manner was quite seductive and Kate's body was starting to respond. At first Kate felt nervous, then happy, then kind of warm all over. She didn't notice but her breathing was a little more rapid than usual as was her heartbeat.

It was only when Victoria sensed that Kate was feeling more comfortable that she took the next step. Kate emerged from behind the curtain wearing a lovely dusky brown silk and leather corset, pants and thigh high stockings. It looked superb on her.

'Oh now that is really very sexy indeed,' Victoria voice was as deep and dusky as the corset itself. 

As Kate posed Victoria asked her how it felt. While Kate composed her thoughts Victoria got up, walked around her and then began to run her hands over the corset's tight fitting waist, back and sides. Kate was not quite sure what to do, it felt strange having another woman touch her as though she were a mannequin, but not. Kate stood half holding her breath, turning this way and that. Strange as it was, Victoria's touch felt really nice. 

She noticed that Victoria's expression declared an intense interest but remained serious, however, her hands betrayed something else. In contrast to Victoria's commanding voice and stern manner, her hands were kind, warm and nurturing. They moved over Kate's body ever so intimately.

'You may just be the perfect model for this garment.' Victoria spoke with such objective authority anyone listening may have thought her the garment's designer.

'You really think so?' Kate's armor was quickly melting away.

'It really does look very sexy on you,' Victoria's tone slightly more sensual than before.

As Kate turned around, delighted in Victoria's admiration, Victoria slid one hand down over Kate's creamy white bottom, the other caressing her pulled in waist. Victoria's command over Kate was increasing with every moment. As beautiful as she was Kate was not used to such generous attention. Victoria stepped back, tilted her head from side to side and simply declared,'

'That is absolutely exquisite.'

Almost gleeful, Kate's smile was at last unrestrained. 

'Exquisite?'

'Divine, you might say.'

With each new costume, Victoria continued to touch Kate. Sometimes simply lifting her arm, or encouraging her to turn around or to stop turning. Victoria often adjusted the garments making sure they fitted just perfectly, untwisting a bra strap, relocating a string waistband higher on Kate's hip, or adjusting a thong, lower in the front, higher in the back. 

When Kate started touching Victoria's hands, her shoulder or waist, Victoria knew that Kate was ready for something a bit more "dangerous". At last she could ask her to try on something far more revealing. On her way through the store Victoria had picked up a bra and pants set that, except for the straps and binding, were virtually completely see through. 

'Would you try the angel face pants and bra on next? I'm dying to see how they look.'

A little hesitant Kate repeated,

'The angel face pants and bra,' before heading for the change room.

Victoria heard a little gasp, then a low pitch groan. Obviously the change room mirror revealed more than Kate had anticipated having to show. A few extended moments passed before Kate emerged from behind the curtain. She looked more than a little sheepish. Her nipples and areola were clearly visible, they were tight and erect, tenting the transparent fabric. Kate was acutely aware that while her short cropped curly blond pubic hair was slightly flattened by the fabric, it was clearly on display as were her perfectly tidy pussy lips. Victoria noticed that Kate had a very closed vulva, just a simple line divided her sex, no protruding or lacy labia, inner lips, clitoris, or hood, just a little dimple and a perfect groove. 

'I'm sure your boyfriend would love these.'

'If I had a boyfriend,' she said opening the door into her private life just a little.

'Oh well, in that case, of the millions of people in this world none but me know what they're missing,' Victoria said, half building up their fledgling relationship, half fishing for a little more information. Kate made no comment. Victoria motioned for her to turn around again, which in itself was almost pointless as the back consisted of only a few shoestring straps. 

'I was wondering... Would you just bend over a little for me?'

'I beg your pardon?' questioned Kate, a little startled.

'It's just that I need to know what they look like from behind. I mean... If I was trying them on, I would just bend right over and look in the mirror.

'Oh I see,' was all Kate said before tentatively bending over at the waist.

Victoria, stood behind her, placed her hand on Kate's back and bent down to look between her legs.

'Just beautiful. Maybe it's because there's so little fabric in these pants that the binding seems to frame you so perfectly.'

Despite her embarrassment Kate felt quite turned on, which only added to her embarrassment. 

As Victoria handed her another bra and pants set she said,

'When you go in to get changed, before you take these off, you really must bend over in front of the mirror. I'm sure you'll see what I mean.'

Kate smiled trying to hide her true feelings, hoping that Victoria could not sense her arousal. 

'I think I will,' admitted Kate.

Then from behind the curtain Victoria heard another gasp and a muffled, "Oh my God". 

Delighted with herself and filled with devilish mischief Victoria commanded,

'Before you stand up, just pull them to one side, so you can see the difference with them on and off.'

'To be honest... I can't see how there could be much difference, but if you want to be on show... well, I suppose they achieve that.' Kate's tone was almost dismissive. 

Victoria never pursued the point. Instead she sat quietly and waited for the lithe shop assistant to reappear from behind the curtain. When Kate emerged she was wearing a full length black lace body stocking embroidered with a floral pattern. Interestingly, she didn't look nearly so pleased with herself.

'I hate to say this dear, but despite having a lovely figure, that outfit doesn't flatter you at all,' Victoria sounded almost matronly. Kate nodded in agreement.

'I thought it looked awful when I put it on. Next to the last outfit, it looks positively dowdy.'

'How about you try on something a little more... revealing?' Victoria's tone a little more wicked than before.

'Certainly,' was all Kate said.

The next outfit was a pleasure to behold, a black lace teddy, see through, but only just. As Kate appeared from behind the curtain she ran her hands over the tight fitting fabric. Her smile was back, her walk was more provocative and her poses more daring. Victoria was delighted to see Kate's eyes sparkle. As Kate walked up and down Victoria watched, eager to play with her new friend. Kate came close to Victoria, stopped and posed for her.

'So, what do you think?' Kate's eagerness on display.

Victoria reached out and placed her hand on Kate's hip, touching more skin than lace. She slid her hand back and forth gently caressing her silky skin. 

'Just turn around for me, and clasp your hands over your head.'

Victoria never took her hand off Kate, instead as Kate turned on the spot Victoria's hand trailed across Kate's tight little tummy, barely above her pubic area. Kate stood facing away, her arms raised, hands on her head. Victoria put a hand on either side of Kate's waist and ran them up to the sides of her breasts and then down, passed the fabric and over her soft thighs. Again she raised her hands, tenderly caressing the sides of Kate's breasts and arm pits. Kate closed her mouth and eyes hard trying not to make a sound. It felt so good, so ticklish. As Victoria allowed her hands to descend, the shop assistant's whole body quivered just a little. Victoria smiled to herself, stepped to Kate's side and continued. Kate kept her eyes and lips closed tightly. Victoria gladly let her hands roam, gently cupping Kate's breasts, sliding down over her lovely round bottom and even pressing against her mound. To Victoria's surprise, Kate stood fast. 

Victoria stood back, wondering just how wet Kate had become. Victoria considered whether she could get Kate into bed right now, but was not sure. Stretching the bounds is one thing, getting into bed with a perfect stranger is another, Victoria didn't want to spoil her good work, but she did want Kate to extend her horizon a little further. Eventually, Kate opened her eyes, Victoria was gazing at her admiringly.

'You look... just perfect,' was all Victoria could say. 

Kate let her hands fall to her sides and looked down delighted with how lovely her breasts looked. Again she ran her hands over the tight fabric, but this time allowed her hands to glide over her smooth bare bottom, down her bikini line and even brushed herself between the legs before assuming a more modest position. 

Rather than trying on more 'modest' outfits Victoria handed Kate a pair of crotch less panties. Kate retreated behind the curtain to get changed for what seemed like the hundredth time. Giving Kate just enough time to change her panties, Victoria added, 

'Oh yes and could you just wear the pants.'

'Just the pants? Oh, you mean topless?'

'Just the pants,' Victoria repeated.

Kate wasn't sure, but she found it almost impossible to refuse Victoria's demands. She felt helpless, and her state of arousal was on the rise. Before leaving the change room Kate turned around and bent over, looking over her hip at her lace covered pussy. Despite being crotch less they were less revealing than the angel face panties. Kate reached around and spread her cheeks a little more. Happy not to see anything too shocking she stood up, took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the curtain. 

Wearing nothing but a pair of black lace crotch less panties and high heels, her lovely slender body and perky breasts seemed more elegant than before. Victoria was impressed with her air of confidence. She never tried to hide her bare breasts or erect nipples nor, despite the fact that her heart was beating one hundred miles an hour, avoided eye contact. 

'Hands on hips,' demanded Victoria. 'Turn around... lovely. Now could you just put your foot up on that chair for me?'

'On the chair?'

'Or better still, just sit down on the chair and spread your legs for me.'

'Open my legs?' 

'Yes, well there's not much point you trying on crotch less panties if I don't see your crotch is there?' Victoria's tone was laced with annoyance from being questioned.

The young shop assistant never said another word, just complied, helpless to deny Victoria anything.

'Nice... Only... Your pussy is quite different to mine.' After a moments pause, Victoria simply said, 'Here take them off and let me show you.' Victoria was about to change up a gear.

Kate was not at all confused, but she was in unfamiliar territory, full of mixed emotions, of fantasies and fear. Kate was quickly approaching an awakening that she never before allowed herself to consider. Resigned to do what ever Victoria told her Kate simply stood up slipped the crotch less knickers off and stood there stark naked in front of Victoria. As Victoria removed her turtleneck, she not only allowed Kate to see her lovely firm breasts, but flexed the muscled in her shoulders, sides and abdomen. Kate instantly noticed the difference between her body and Victoria's. Even though they were the same size and build, Victoria was far more athletic. Victoria unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks and dropped them to the floor; she was not wearing anything underneath. Kate couldn't help but notice Victoria's complete lack of pubic hair and the bright blue jewel nestled in between her lips. As she stepped out of her slacks, Victoria took the crotch less knickers from Kate's outstretched hand. Still in her heels, she stepped into the lacey underwear and pulled them up, rocking her hips back and forth ever so slightly. Then, after pulling them up firmly and running her hands down over the fabric she sat down on the chair and spread her legs wide. The knickers hugged the hollow on each side of her pussy, between her mound and her inner thighs. As she opened her legs the knickers parted at her centre unveiling her luxurious pink folds. Victoria looked down admiringly at her sex and then looked up at Kate and said,




The Other House Ch. 02



'As you can see, I have a lot more folds than you, my inner lips are bigger than yours. Oh, and you don't have any piercings.'

At first Kate didn't know what to say. She just stood there staring into Victoria's open vagina.

'D- Do you shave or wax? she asked clumsily.

'Oh, I wax. It's much better, no spiky bristles to itch me and it lasts much longer than shaving.'

'How often do you do it?'

'Every couple of weeks or so.'

'Maybe I'll try it,' Kate said without much conviction. 

Victoria closed her legs, stood up and slid the knickers off.

'The other advantage is that is feels silky smooth.'

Victoria reached out to touch Kate's bikini line. The shop assistant instinctively took half a step back, before Victoria said,

'Oh don't be silly, I'm not going to hurt you.'

Victoria ran her finger tips up and down the crease between Kate's leg and body, down her bikini line saying,

'I can feel lots of sharp little vibrissae.'

'Vibrissae?'

'Yes, vibrissae. Sharp little bristles like the whiskers found near a cat's, or in this case a pussy's mouth,' a wicked sparkle in her eye.

'Oh I see,' said Kate, who would have been more amused but for her general state of embarrassment. Victoria's finger tips lingered unnecessarily gliding up and down Kate's bikini Line. Kate could hardly believe how soft and sensual Victoria's touch really was. 

'Come on have a feel,' Victoria coaxed, gesturing at the other side.

As Kate began to run her fingers up and down her bikini line, Victoria let her hand fall away, watching as Kate touched herself. Victoria was certain that Kate had slipped into another reality, half day dream, half fantasy. After a few moments Victoria gave in to her desire, lifted her gaze and said,

'Now, feel mine. It really is much smoother.' Victoria knew it wasn't much, but touching someone else so intimately was an all important first step to becoming their lover.

To get things moving Victoria began to touch herself, running her finger tips over her silky mound. Kate was more than reluctant. Victoria whispered,

'Oh come on,' and reached out grabbing Kate's wrist and placed Kate's hand firmly on her mound. Kate moved her hand back and forth, a little at first and then with longer bolder strokes. Kate's initial inhibitions faded to nothing as she considered the silkiness of Victoria's waxed sex.

'It really is much smoother,' she said in amazement.

A moment or two passed as the young woman drifted in what was for her a very new experience. It was only when her fingertips brushed against Victoria's protruding labia, her wet labia, that reality dawned on Kate, she suddenly realized she was standing naked caressing another woman's private parts. Kate's heart was beating loudly and her chest was heaving more than would be expected. Slowly she removed her hand, lifted her head and looked into Victoria's waiting eyes. Diffusing the tension Victoria said,

'You should consider switching to warm wax. It really is the best.' Victoria didn't miss a beat.

Kate smiled nervously, turned and headed behind the curtain, the last of the outfits in hand.

For the final time the confident shop assistance came out from behind the curtain wearing a tiny black thong and push up bra. The thong was so small that her pubic hair could be seen above the waist band and even a little protruded at the sides. Nevertheless, it looked magnificent on Kate's slim feminine figure. Victoria's appreciation was more than noted. 

'Hmmm... This would go well with a little black number. You'd look like you were not wearing any pants at all and the push up bra really does give you a lovely full cleavage.'

'And best of all, it's the cheapest item I've tried on.' Kate seemed happy with what was the most extraordinary morning. 

'You are honestly the best shop assistant I've ever encountered. In fact, from now on, I'll only ever buy my lingerie from you.' Victoria's compliment was met with a tiny curtsy complete with Kate taking hold of an imaginary skirt. 

Her awkwardness had passed, Kate blushed, more embarrassed by the promise of a repeat performance than the fact that she was standing in front of a perfect stranger wearing only the most intimate of apparel. Victoria smiled and lent forward pecking her on the cheek.

Victoria bought the dusky brown silk and leather corset, pants and two pair of matching thigh high stockings, the angel face pants and bra set, the tiny black thong and push up bra and a nice black lace teddy. Before leaving the change room Victoria tipped Kate twenty pounds, instructing her not to tell the senior sales assistant as she may not like it. When Victoria only purchased a few, albeit expensive items, with relatively small commissions the senior assistant appeared to be quite pleased. As Kate opened the door for the 'bag carrying' Victoria, Victoria gave her a business card and said,

'Call me sometime.'

Kate quickly reciprocated, reached into her tunic pocket, found one of her own business card complete with her private number on the back and handed it to Victoria with a devilish grin. Victoria knew that seduction was as much about the slow burn and anticipation as actual conquest. She also knew that she and Kate played well together. Victoria left the lingerie shop confident that she would be seeing a lot more of the lovely Kate. 

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Victoria was a very fortunate young woman. She inherited an obscenely large amount of money from her grandfather when was a little girl. Her uncle wisely invested half the sum in Microsoft and the other half in Apple Macintosh. Needless to say her investment had more than matured. Five years previously she purchased all of the live-in-suites on the sixth and seventh floors of what was then a brand new hotel. Assuring her a little privacy, the suites like all of her financial holdings were maintained through a series of business names, funds and trusts. Therefore, despite the fact that Byron was her Master, unbeknown to him when he came to London he generally stayed in a hotel suite owned by Victoria. All Byron knew was that the Eroticum Foundation supported various houses including his own, and that one of their representatives had offered the suite for his use when in London. Victoria secretly kept a private suite on the seventh floor and despite having the vast majority of her money tied up, she spent the balance of her returns on refurbishing her remaining apartments. Some had a few grand bedrooms, with large ensuites and so on, while others had a larger number of small rooms, one good size bedroom and a large common area. She simply decided on what she wanted and the foundation took care of it. Considering her lifestyle, having money hardly seemed real, in fact it was more like playing a computer game.

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After a very rewarding day Victoria stepped out of the elevator and headed for her suite. After wandering through the living room she made her way to the master bedroom where she found Byron sleeping, sprawled face down across their bed. He looked a mess, but no bruises or black eyes that she could see. Just the result of hard partying, she surmised as she wandered through to the bathroom. When she returned Byron had rolled over onto his back exposing his nearly naked body. 

The thick ring of what looked like dark purple metallic, overlaid with bright and dark red lipstick around the base of Byron's flaccid cock changed Victoria's mood from, happy to see him safely in her nest, to wanting him out. Not that Victoria ever thought she had the right to Byron's undivided attention, or his fidelity, nor did she want him to be a dull and doting man, but she never got used to his callous indifference. His declarations of love for her had grown more repetitive over the past five years, but he never surrendered his love to her in the way she had hoped. It was thoughtless displays like this that illustrated the inconsistencies between his silver tongued promises and his everyday betrayals. After the party he overlooked her for how many other women, for how many meaningless encounters? Meaningless encounters with novices like Rebecca, Victoria brooded.

Even though she knew this last episode was at least partly her own doing, never having made a fuss in the past, Victoria had had enough of being treated less than second best. She gave Byron too many opportunities to take her for granted. It was now or never, either she risked never enjoying his bed again or resign herself to accept a far less than ideal situation. When Byron awoke, Victoria suggested he get a shower and freshen up. When he emerged from the bathroom, she simply said, 

'Byron, in many ways you have been the perfect Master, in other ways not so perfect. Either way, the time has come for me to ask you to give me my leave.'

At first Byron continued drying his hair, but then, when the nature of her request dawned upon him, he stood paralyzed. After a long couple of moments silence, Byron asked,

'But... but why. I thought things were just as you wanted them?' His shock was stamped on every word.

'Our relationship has never been just as I wanted it,' Victoria's words cut more deeply than she knew.

'What do you mean. I thought you were in love with me.'

'I mean, just once Byron, I want to be fully in charge,' Victoria avoided any admission of love. 

'Well you can be in charge if you like.' 

Much to Victoria's annoyance, Byron failed to see the irony of him giving her permission to be in charge.

'No Byron. That is not how it works. I can never be fully in charge while ever you are my Master. You have got to give me my leave.'

'This really... This is not necessary. You don't have to leave in order to achieve... to achieve what ever it is you want.'

Byron's poorly chosen words infuriated Victoria.

'Give me my leave,' she demanded. 'If it doesn't work out I can always beg your forgiveness.'

'It's been years since I whipped you properly. I don't think you'd want to pay the price of forgiveness.' 

'That's a risk I'm willing to take.'

Somehow Byron always knew that this day would come. She had long since been his favorite. She was so intense, beautiful beyond compare and she was the perfect Dom. He knew that that was their problem, he never let her dominate him. He had to remain her Master. Byron took a breath, dropped his gaze as in defeat and then, looking his beloved Victoria in the eye said,

'Very well then. You have your leave and my blessing.' 

'Thank you.' 

'I never could refuse you anything.'

'Oh Byron. You know that's a lie.'

'No its not. Even when you first came to us, I couldn't punish you like the other girls. I could never risk you resenting me.'

'What are you talking about?'

'I came close to losing you a couple of times. I saw how close you were to being unable to forgive me.'

A certain stillness fell over them as they contemplated their separation. Victoria was never a true submissive, she only ever acted the part in order to learn how better to be a dominatrix. After a few moments Victoria said,

'If that's true, if you could never refuse me anything, why do you refuse to love me?'

'I love you, you know I do.'

'Not the way I love you.'

'What do you mean?'

'I love you like we're one person, you love me like I'm your favorite pet.'

Victoria's words rang true. When he realized that he thought of Victoria, of every girl in his care as entirely separate to him, he was driven back into himself. Victoria took no joy in seeing the expression drain from his face as reality dawned upon him. He found an armchair, his body slumped and his heart plunged into a darkness he had not felt for so many years.

Victoria packed her things and retrieved her black leather case in which she kept her instruments of discipline. Don't cry. This was never going to be easy, Victoria did her best to chase away her desire to fall down and beg her master's forgiveness. Should I kiss him? Should I tell him I love him. Oh God, what have I done. I Can't do this... Victoria's internal struggle was making her nervous. She hurried, not sure that she had done the right thing, but sure there was no going back. After gathering her things Victoria turned to say goodbye, but couldn't her mouth wouldn't open, her words wouldn't come. After a moment or two looking at the broken man slouched in the chair Victoria turned and left Byron sitting alone. Unbeknown to him she simply made her way to her private suite on the seventh floor and would not be coming back. 

Victoria barely managed to close the door to her suite before bursting into tears. Her lovely body shuddering, she leant back against the wall and slowly descended to the floor where she lay sobbing. Darkness crowded in on her mind, forlorn sorrow filled her so completely as she surrendered. She wanted so much to be rescued, for someone to hold her and make the pain go away, but no one came. Evening saw Victoria wash away her tears and to cry fresh ones. She was a hard woman, sometimes even cruel, but her heart was soft and pink and so much in need of love that breaking up was never going to be easy.

He'll still be mine, if ever he was, Victoria told herself as she dined alone. The red wine went so very well with the roast beef and baked pumpkin. Finally her head began to clear, life was too short to wait endlessly for love when it might never come. As potentially dangerous as her strategy was Victoria had achieved the first part of her plan to win Byron for herself, for ever. She would stay in the London until the scene was set for her next move. 

♂♀

Victoria slept alone, lonely in her king size bed. She tossed and turned as she played the day's events over and over again in her head. Sleep alluded her. At about three in the morning she got up, jotted her ideas down on a pad, downed a couple of fingers of fine scotch whisky and went back to bed. Her real dilemma was tactical more than emotional. Asking her leave was certainly well overdue. Making Byron go without the comfort of break-up sex guaranteed that he'd be back begging her to make love to him. What kept Victoria awake was that she hadn't considered the impact of hurting his feelings, besides she identified a potential error in timing. For more than twelve months she had been planning on making a move that would "help" Byron realize that he loved her. Nevertheless, after the way he reacted there was a slim chance that he'd try for a clean slate, or embark on another long term conquest. Rebecca, the sweet, young, beautiful performer kept popping into Victoria's mind. She remembered how when she pressed herself against him, when she kissed him at the gallery Byron brushing her off, turning his gaze toward Rebecca and saying, 'She's so very beautiful'. Victoria couldn't argue, Rebecca was beautiful to look at, but then again any fit young woman dancing naked would be. 

It was not until Victoria's mind turned to thinking of Diana that she finally started to relax. Her thoughts aroused feelings and her memories gave birth to dreams. Victoria fell asleep and dreampt of making love to Diana, of them being partners, of sharing her life with Diana. Maybe it was just a way of not thinking about Byron, but maybe it was what she really wanted. Victoria knew but knew that her relationship with Diana was unconventional. They knew each other had many other lovers, yet whenever they were together they avoided talking about anyone else, they only ever talked about what they wanted from each other, and what they wanted to do to each other. Despite the fact that they never knew that much about each other's lives, their relationship was refreshingly honest. Victoria cherished Diana's love because Diana loved her with all her heart, as though there was only ever the two of them. On the other hand, unlike Diana, Byron seemed incapable of loving her with all his heart, and his inner thoughts and feelings were his own. For her part Victoria loved him nonetheless. 

♂♀

What was Victoria to do? For her plan to work Byron needed time to think, he needed time alone, or at least time free of any real temptation. What if he goes after Rebecca? Victoria's thoughts kept returning to what she knew. Byron was a terrible womanizer, and he couldn't resist young women in training. She wanted to keep tabs on Byron, but she knew that that was near impossible. She racked her brains and then it came to her. I could quite easily keep tabs on Rebecca, her conclusion was clear. 

While Victoria felt a little guilty, she understood that spending time with Diana afforded her the opportunity of keeping an eye on Rebecca. In the days following her separation from Byron, he returned to Hedon's Bend and she not only contacted Diana but discovered that the building that Diana occupied, with her small band of trainees, was about to change hands. Playing into Victoria's Machiavellian plot, the new owner wanted the entire building vacated. Fortunately, Victoria was in the position to offer Diana a large and quite suitable suite on the seventh floor of the hotel, just across the hall from her own apartment and very much in her line of sight. Without delay Victoria arranged for a representative of the Foundation to call on Diana. The representative, a red head named Joan, was to offer her either temporary or permanent accommodation, a removalist service and the Foundation's guarantee of discretion in all their dealings.



The Other House Ch. 03



Balcombe is about half way between London and Brighton. Typical of many houses in West Sussex Diana's lodge was surrounded by hedgerows and undulating green paddocks. It was perfect for her purposes, as, when the weather permitted, she could take full advantage of the out of doors opportunities for training her girls. Victoria had only ever visited Diana's house twice before, once when Diana first moved in shortly after their meeting at the Hedon's Bend banquet, and once when returning from her cousin's wedding reception. Diana generally visited Victoria at her private suite in London. Aware that the delicious woman from the gallery was due to visit her before the end of the week Victoria planned a brief but purposeful stay. An hour on the train saw Victoria stepping onto the platform, negotiating her exit and climbing into the long black car that Diana sent for her. 

A short drive saw the car trundle along the winding pebble drive, up the large seventeenth century house. Victoria breathed deeply, enjoying the fresh but earthy smell of the country air. It reminded her of her childhood in the country. Her heart raced with excitement, why she didn't really know. But together the journey, the air and seeing Diana was kind of like coming home for the first time. The popping and crunching made by the tires on the pebbles came to an abrupt end as the chauffeur brought the car to a halt. She quickly got out and opened the door for Victoria. 

Atop four steps was a small landing upon which the front door opened. Diana descended the steps dressed in black, the split in her dress flashing a bit of leg. Victoria's face couldn't hide her pleasure. 

'Victoria, sweet heart.'

'Diana.'

The two dominatrixes hugged in the drive before ascending the steps and crossing the threshold. To Victoria's delight, Diana's girls stood along the east wall of the foyer. They were naked except for their hand cuffs. 

'Due to the special occasion, I have allowed he girls to wear their cuffs in front of them rather than behind.'

'Wearing them in front certainly has advantages when it comes to entertaining guests,' Victoria's wicked mind was already working overtime.

'I'm glad you approve,' Diana tried to stifle her smile, but couldn't. 'Oh, um, please forgive me, could I take your coat?'

'Thought you'd never ask,' Victoria's eyes seemed to sparkle as she started unbuttoning her coat. 

Diana and the six woman watched as Victoria's nimble fingers undid a multitude of buttons. Her double breasted coat was made of soft leather, a deep tan in colour and very long. A Double row of buttons went from her neck to her knees. First Victoria undid the outer set, then, when she reached the bottom, she worked her way back up undoing the buttons on the inside of the reveal. When she reached half way, just above her hips, she skipped to the top button and then worked her way back down. When she opened the coat she was wearing a stunning red corset, suspenders and thigh high stockings. Victoria had forgotten to wear underpants and her breasts were bare. Her nipples hardened at the cold air's invitation. The girls in training held their breath as Victoria slipped the coat from her arms revealing her lean athletic body, perfectly waxed pussy bejeweled with a single sapphire. She was very beautiful. The chauffeur put her coat in the cloak cupboard, quickly undressed and then found her place in the line up. Diana couldn't help looking Victoria up and down. It was a spectacular way of making an entrance, unexpected, daring and straight to the point. 

'Let me introduce you to the girls. This is Fiona, she has been with me three years next month.' Diana's tone was pleasant but carried more authority than previously. 

'Hello Fiona. It is certainly nice to make your acquaintance.'

'Hello, and thank you Mistress.'

Fiona bowed her head and dropped to her knees, then Diana asked,

'Do you mind if the girls welcome you with a kiss?'

'Ah... No... not at all,' Victoria enjoyed the idea.

Fiona walked on her knees toward Victoria. Victoria watched Fiona approach, stop, crane her neck forward and plant a lovely warm kiss. Fiona's lips lingered slightly on Victoria's. Oh God that feels just lovely, her surprise increased the sensation. Fiona broke off her kiss just long enough to say,

'Welcome Mistress.'

Then she kissed her again, gently but firmly pressing her full pouting lips to Victoria's pussy.

'Thank you Fiona. You make me feel welcome.'

Fiona bowed her head and walked backward on her knees. When she fell back in line Diana took another couple of steps ushering Victoria to the next girl. Victoria was standing in front of a thirty something woman, with dark hair, nice breasts, enormous areola, and an incredibly sculpted vulva. Her flaps curled and dangled and the bud of her bejeweled clitoris protruded. I'd love to spend an afternoon playing in that,, she thought as Diana began her introduction.

'This is Cathy. She has been with us for six months, but she is a very fast learner.'

'Hello Cathy, you look just lovely.'

'Thank you Mistress, you look incredibly beautiful, and if I may say so...'

'Cathy,' came a rebuke from Diana.

Cathy looked surprisingly nervous as she got to her knees. She made her way forward where she too kissed Victoria's pussy lips. But her kiss was quite different. Cathy moved her lips continually, half sucking on Victoria's vulva. Victoria watched as Cathy mouthed and sucked at her mound. 

'Welcome Mistress.'

Cathy had no sooner spoken than her mouth was again covering Victoria's pussy. Victoria waited while the eager woman lingered. Then she watched as she walked backward on her knees, her head bowed, her breasts swaying.

'I think you may remember Laura, she has been with me the longest.'

'Yes I do. You give great cunnilingus. Mmmm... Nice to see you again.'

'Thank you Mistress. I hoped you would remember me. I certainly remember you.'

Laura knelt down as the other girls had and moved forward on her knees, her head bowed. Unlike the other two Laura came much closer, sat back on her calves and pressed her lips upward toward Victoria's ever swelling vagina. 

Victoria instinctively widened her stance as Laura pressed her lips against her moistness. Laura lingered like the others before breaking off her kiss, but unlike the others she looked up at Victoria, and said,

'Welcome Mistress.'

Then, while maintaining her gaze Laura drew a deep breath and pressed her open mouth against Victoria's hungry lips. Victoria looked down into Laura's eyes delighted to feel her thick wet tongue slide deep into her vagina. Oh yeah, that's what I remember. The longest tongue of any woman I've ever met. Laura wasn't supposed to lick Victoria or penetrate her with her tongue, but Victoria was not about to protest. 

Diana introduced Tanya and Rachel, who both kissed Victoria and welcomed her in their own way. The last girl standing was Rebecca, young and beautiful. 

'This is Rebecca. Rebecca, sometimes "Becca" for short. She has been with me for a year. As you know she danced at the gallery opening. I'm quite happy with her progress. She's been learning from Fiona and Laura and even from Tanya who has especially strong vaginal muscles.'

'Nice to meet you again,' Victoria's voice betrayed her as a dominatrix for the first time since arriving. 

'Thank you Mistress. I have been looking forward to your visit,' Rebecca's sweetness was genuine.

Rebecca fell to her knees, bowed deeply and walked toward her own Mistresses lover. Rebecca came close like Laura, sat back on her calves and then lifted her face. Diana watched intently, hoping that Rebecca could make a good impression. Rebecca looked up, then closed her eyes, breathed in Victoria's lovely feminine scent, a mix of peach and aroused sex, and then brought her lips ever closer. She barely touched Victoria, before moving her lips upward, brushing across her lovely mound, then allowed her lips to glide back down the lovely smooth divide before kissing her firmly. As Rebecca kissed Victoria's sex she rocked her head from side to side. Rebecca's movement tended to separate Victoria's lips allowing her to taste her sweet juices. Careful not to linger to long, Rebecca stopped, said,

'Welcome Mistress.'

Victoria's heart beat a little faster as Rebecca returned her lips and then her tongue to Victoria's most intimate place. Rebecca's second kiss was much lower on Victoria's pussy than her first. Rebecca pressed her lips against Victoria's labia at an oblique angle then changed direction, spreading Victoria's pussy wide open. No sooner had she pressed her face into Victoria's swollen sex than she slipped her tongue into the guest's vagina and then moved her mouth upward until she covered her clitoris. Rebecca's nimble tongue flicked the sapphire encrusted piecing back and forth all the while licked Victoria's clit. Rebecca released her kiss only to kiss Victoria's pouting clitoris once or twice more, before sucking at it hard. It was a beautiful kiss. 

No sooner had Rebecca returned to her cell mates that Diana gave a few short orders regarding preparation for diner. She then left the women kneeling naked in the foyer and escorted Victoria to the lounge room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Diana turned to face Victoria said,

'It's so nice of you to visit.'

And before Victoria could reply, Diana fell to her knees and started kissing and licking Victoria's sweet, sweet pussy. Victoria was immediately overwhelmed. Diana had both hands up between Victoria's legs, her hands cupping Victoria's firm bottom, pressing her face hard against her lover's body. Diana thrust her tongue in and out of Victoria's hole as Victoria rolled her hips. 

'Oh Diana, please make me cum. Oh God, yes.'

Victoria ran her fingers through Diana's hair, holding her head, as she bucked her pelvis against Diana's face. Diana lapped at Victoria's overflowing vagina, her juices were so hot and tasted so good. Diana lifted her mouth just long enough to slide a pair of fingers into Victoria's dark interior. She curled them back and pulled down toward Victoria's anus. Victoria moaned loudly as the sensation of having her pussy stretched downward was so intense. 

Diana rubbed her nose through Victoria's sloppy wet trough and then planted her lips over her clitoris and began sucking rhythmically. In moments Victoria's hip movement began to slow, her moans became louder and her breathing shortened. Diana's fingers massaged Victoria's vagina deep inside her as her mouth sucked at her clitoris. Victoria was holding her breath and grinding her pelvis into Diana's wanton mouth. Diana knew Victoria was about to come. Then Victoria took a short sharp, almost painful breath and said,

'Oh yes...sss' Victoria's audible breaths turned into sharp cries and then high pitched scream that terminated in another "yes".

Diana entire face was smeared with Victoria's pussy juice, and that suited Victoria just fine. No sooner had she come than she dropped her knees and kissed Diana. 

'Mmmm... You taste great,' she said in a breathless half whisper.

The Diana's delight Victoria kissed and licked her face. 

'Oh God, you don't know how much I love you,' Victoria's words were like magic. 

Diana kissed her back and breathlessly moaned,

'Oh Victoria,, I love you so much. Please make love to me.' 

Victoria pushed Diana onto her back and lay on top of her, kissing her, groping her lovely breasts through the thick fabric. Diana was frantically pulling her dress upward, in the hope that Victoria would rub her sweet wet pussy against her own eager sex. No sooner had she got her dress up over her hips, Diana spread her legs and lifted her knees. Victoria's naked body came to rest between Diana's thighs. Diana rolled her pelvis forward as Victoria began grinding her swollen pussy against Diana's protruding clitoris. Their bodies writhed together in absolute bliss. 

'I love you,' Diana moaned.

'Oh God, I'm Going to come again,' Victoria breathed.

Diana loved the feel of two wet pussies pounding together. It was the best kind of sex two women could have. Diana orgasm fast approached as she kissed Victoria's sweet mouth. Their passion was explosive. Their heat was rising, their rhythm, fast, furious, punishing. 

'Oh... oh... oh... oh, Go...d,' Victoria's voice was deep, so different from only moments ago. 

A tremendous pleasure ripped through her body and into Diana as she reached her first climax. Diana held her breath and squeezed her vagina hard as though gripping some imaginary cock. After a few long moments Diana gasped for breath as Victoria pressed her pussy against her for the last time. Together they lay entangled, exhausted on the rug in the middle of the lounge room floor. They lay there for an hour, gently caressing one another, kissing, holding one another. Without a word they knew that they loved one another. Sex is always special between lovers, who are in love, it is always the very best.

♂♀

The steam was exhausting. Diana sat in the sauna with Victoria laying across the bench, her head in Diana's lap. 

'Keep doing that. I like you playing with my hair, it's very relaxing.'

'It might even be sexy, if your hair wasn't wet with perspiration,' Diana joked.

'Since when were you scared of a little sweat?

'What do you mean?' Diana asked knowing full well what Victoria was talking about.

'Last summer, do you remember? I was so hot that the sweat ran down between my breasts, pooled in my belly button, and you licked it all up.'

Diana began to laugh, 'you loved it.'

'It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, well other than Rhona sucking Frank's cock after he blew in her arse. That was really gross.'

'That is gross.' Diana's expression said more than her words.

Right then Victoria rolled off the bench, crouched in front of Diana, placed a hand on each of her knees and spread them wide. Diana thought Victoria was going to lick her inviting sex, but within moments Victoria was licked Diana's navel. Victoria wiggled her tongue around and around and Diana started to giggle.

'Stop, oh god please, it tickles too much,' she squealed between giggles. 'Stop, or I'll wet myself.'

'Go on. I dare you,' came Victoria's muffled reply.

Victoria held on so tight with her left hand, tickled Diana's ribs with her right and licked Diana's belly button with such a furious motion that Diana writhed with such pleasure that it hurt.

'Oh please, I'll pee all over you,' Diana screamed.

Victoria held fast, swirling her tongue, tickling the hysterical Diana.

'Oh God, I cant hold it,' Diana grimaced and then moaned as she released a stream of hot piss all over Victoria. The steaming yellow liquid gushed out of Diana's urethra, between her full lips, spraying all over Victoria's breasts and tummy. Diana's piss ran down Victoria's body over her own glorious sex. Oh god it's trickling over my pussy, Victoria's list of erotic turn-ons just gained another entry. It just felt so good that she had to join in. 

'Don't stop,' Victoria commanded. As she stood up, thrust her hips forward and with two fingers pulled her flaps out of the way, her perfect stream gushed forward hitting Diana's pussy just as she finished pissing. 

'Oh Victoria,' Diana moaned as her pleasure soared.

Diana contracted her muscles squeezing the last drops of urine from her bladder as Victoria's stream began to falter, curl around and run down her own leg. 

'You're so wicked,' Diana drawled.

'I know, I just love it,' Victoria's devilish grin was so becoming.

At least cleaning up was easy. Diana turned on the hose and washed the sauna clean. The water, sweat and urine exited through a drain in the floor. Like naught school girls Diana and Victoria headed to the shower. The water was nice, the soapy caresses were sensuous. After drying off Diana escorted Victoria to her dressing room.

'Let me help you find something to wear at dinner.'

'Dressing for diner these days?'

'Only on special occasions,' Diana matter of fact tone, hardly disguised her intent.

After half an hour or so, Diana found something that she thought perfect for diner and after diner games. 

'Here try this on, I'm sure it will suit you.' 

Diana held up a long silk dress with a half cup bodice, and skirt that was split to the hip ever four inches or so. 

'I like the half cup, I mean how often do you find yourself wearing a dress the both gives extra cleavage and shows everything off?'

Diana simply reached across and tweaked Victoria's fully exposed and very erect nipple.

'Oww, that hurt,' Victoria complained.

'I'll give you a short jacket to wear with it.'

'You wear a jacket with it?'

'Not always, but when you're out, it gives those perving down your blouse a better return for their effort.'

And the skirt is fun, because it gives the impression that it's a full skirt until you move and then it barely covers anything. 

'Are we going somewhere after diner?'

'No, I just thought that being dressed was kind of sexier, and beside, this dress is perfect for having fun with the girls.'

'It sounds good to me,' Victoria's heart was beating a little faster just thinking of the debauchery awaiting her.

Diana had already chosen a dress for herself, modest, but for the split to the waist and the easily unbuttoned bodice. Victoria agreed at once, parted Diana's skirt to see her lovely waxed pussy and smiled. 

'It's perfect.'

♂♀

Diner was served in the formal dining room. Each of the girls was naked but for the black satin ribbon in her hair, black heels and three silver chains. One delicate silver chain was draped around each slender neck, a second chain hugged their narrow waists and the third hung between their hand cuffs. The chain between their cuffs was not only for dress, it was strong enough to restrain any girl as were their sterling silver cuffs. They each looked as girls in service should look. Meek, vulnerable, yet willing. When Laura opened the dining room doors the other five girls bowed their heads. Diana escorted Victoria to her place. Laura seated her and then seated Diana. The large oval oak table had two candelabra's either side of its centre affording Diana and Victoria eye contact. Between the two women stood a forest of crystal stems, each crowned with a delicate crystal flute, balloon or glass. Fiona offered Victoria a choice of Wine, poured her a glass, then served Diana. Diana lifter her glass and in a most regal tone said,

'To the senses.'

'To the senses,' Victoria repeated, enjoying the sentiment.

Laura excused herself, turned and walked to the door. Victoria couldn't help notice the rich red stripes that decorated the lovely round globes of her bottom. She opened the door then signaled to Tanya and Rachel to accompany her. The two women bowed to their Mistress and guest and headed for the door. Tanya also had a series of stripes across her bottom, some deep purple others fading to yellowish brown. 

'I see you punish your girls,' Victoria's delight on every word.

'Oh no, their stripes were rewards for dancing so well at the gallery. I asked the girls what they wanted. They could have chosen anything, Laura and Rachel chose three lashes of the crop, on the Saturday, two on the Sunday and a single hard lash Monday. That way they could enjoy their reward over consecutive days.'

'What did Rebecca request? 

'Rebecca asked to be spanked with my bare hand, then bathed in cold water.'

'Cold water?'

'Unlike with abrasions, the cold water stings as it takes the heat out of the affected area, and limits the bruising.'

'You danced beautifully. What of your reward?'

'The motto of the dominatrix is not "giving is more blessed than receiving", for nothing. I gave them their rewards and I received their thanks.' Diana could hardly keep a straight face.




The Other House Ch. 04



The following midday found Victoria, Diana and the six trainees in London. Despite the sudden move Diana was determined to go through with her long held plans involving Becca and a holiday by train. After settling in, allocating cells to the girls and so on Diana called the girls together.

'I expect that you will all behave honourably while I am away. I have asked Laura to take charge, and Fiona will be second to her. Victoria has offered to keep an eye on you. So you can expect her to drop in from time to time. Now, a few rules.' Diana looked at each of them before continuing. 'Under no circumstances are any of you to leave the seventh floor. None of you are to invite any other person into the apartment. And there is to be no serious bondage.' Diana paused again, wondering if there was anything she had forgotten. 

Victoria took the opportunity to ask a question, by making a little cough.

'Diana, I was wondering if I could borrow someone to carry out some domestic duties.'

'As long as they are only required to undertake domestic duties I don't mind, but no bondage, punishment or sexual duties of any kind.'

Diana was more stern than Victoria thought possible.

'I can guarantee you I am in no short supply of lovers so as long as you don't call scrubbing the floor naked a sexual duty we should have no problems.'

'In that case I'm happy to lend you a girl or two.'

'Perfect! Sounds very much like a deal to me,' Victoria was more chirpy than usual. 

'Laura when necessary, I want you to escort the lucky girl or girls cuffed and naked to Victoria. Now girls, you have heard the conditions of our arrangement do not ask Victoria to break our contract. You must not participate in any sexual activity of any kind, other than perhaps conversation. Oh and you can watch Victoria finger herself if you like. You might learn something about technique. 

After another moments contemplation Diana decided that there was nothing else.

'Do I make myself clear?' was her only query. 

'Yes Mistress,' came six voices in unison.

'Good. Now take care. We'll be back before you know it.' 

Diana and Rebecca kissed the other girls goodbye. Victoria stood by the door awaiting the two soon to be weary travelers. Once at the station, Victoria assured Diana that everything would be fine and to just enjoy whatever Scotland had to offer. Despite being surrounded by people Victoria gave Diana a lovely long kiss and then, to Rebecca's surprise Victoria gave her a nice long kiss on the lips. Moments later they boarded the train. 

Two weeks away would not be enough, but it would be a start. First class was expensive, but well worth it. Not only were the compartments well appointed, but the train was full of sexy well educated men and women, singles and couples. After stowing their bags Diana took Rebecca to the Bar for a quick drink, and a bit of recognizance. It was nice, the bar was well appointed with leather lounges and so on. The dining car was a little more pragmatic, yet afforded plenty of opportunity to meet other passengers. Diana wasted no time, making eye contact with the sexiest men and woman on the train. After familiarizing herself with the train's set out Diana felt more comfortable, and a lot more adventurous. When in public she always dressed very modestly, but found wearing short skirts with nothing underneath quite exciting. To Diana's surprise, despite having danced naked at the gallery only days ago Rebecca felt more nervous than excited. 

The main dinner was over when Diana and Rebecca sat down to eat. They ordered and sat in the farthest cubical. After enjoying their meal Diana told Rebecca to start fingering herself. Rebecca blushed but did as she was told. Unlike Diana, Rebecca tried to disguise her actions. Diana simply lifted one knee, which forced her skirt up and slipped her hand down between her legs. The car was almost empty, and most people sat closer to the galley, so there was little chance of being caught. But then, just as Diana started thrusting two fingers into her open vagina a man appeared next to their table. Apparently he was going to sit in the cubicle across the hall, but when he saw Diana's handy work, apologized and found another table. Diana felt a little embarrassed but not nearly as embarrassed as Rebecca, whose discrete action saved her from being seen. Diana smiled and said, 'keep going I want you to reach orgasm.'

'Yes mistress,' her agreement was her only recourse.

As soon as Rebecca's orgasm subsided Diana excused herself from the table, promising to return with their meal. As she stood up and adjusted her skirt she noticed the man look up at her as though he was talking about her to his wife. She then turned her head, looked Diana up and down and smiled approvingly. Diana walked past their table on the way to the bathroom only to hear the woman say, "You're right she is beautiful."

Diana had emptied her bladder, washed her pussy with water, dried her delightful folds and fixed her skirt before unlocking the door. To her surprise, as soon as she opened the door she saw the woman from the table with the man who caught her fingering herself. 

'Do you mind if I come in?' the woman asked.

'I'm finished, so...'

'I mean, I want to come in there with you.'

At first Diana was a little startled by the intrusion, but the woman soon assured her that she intended her no harm. 

'I don't mean to be rude,' she whispered, 'and I hope that you won't be offended, but my husband and I would like you to join us in our compartment later tonight.'

'Why?'

'We would like to make love to you.' 

'Both of you?'

'Yes, both of us.'

'If you want to make love to me, why don't you show me.'

'What do you mean?'

'Get down on your knees,' Diana commanded.

Diana lifted her skirt uncovering her very naked cleanly waxed pussy. The other woman smiled and dropped to her knees, pulled Diana's flaps apart and slid her tongue deep into her vagina. The woman was so excited and her mouth was ravenous that Diana quickly approached a climax, but the promise of her husband's cock meant that she didn't want to come. 'Stand up, its my turn,' Diana said as she put her hand under the other woman's chin. By the time she got to her feet Diana was crouching in front of her. She found it difficult to pull her skirt up as it hugged her hips, she wiggled her bottom and rocked her hips from side to side as she pulled it up. When her mound was exposed, Diana slipped her fingers under the elastic and pulled the crotch of her pants to one side. The woman lifted one knee and put her foot up on the wash basin as Diana kissed her pouting clitoris. Oh God this is good, Diana swooned as she slid her tongue up and down the woman's fur lined groove. She tasted so good, even though her juice smelled a little fishy. Before she knew it Diana had fingered and sucked the stranger's glorious sex to the point of orgasm. The stranger pulled Diana's face deep into her open vulva, and rolled her pelvis so that her clitoris rubbed back and forth against Diana's lips. Diana was finding it hard to breath, as her mouth was lost in the folds of the stranger's beautiful big pussy. The woman was fucking Diana's face, rolling and pounding her clit against her hungry mouth. And then it happened, her body began to buck, and she let out a squeal. The sensations shooting from her clit through her entire body were transcending pleasure and approaching pain. When the stranger released her, Diana stood up, gasping for breath. The stranger's mouth covered hers. Their appetite was insatiable. As soon as their lips parted the woman said breathlessly, 

'Just come to our compartment as soon as you can. I want to fuck you properly.'

'Ok,' was all Diana could think to say. She wanted to come so badly she would have agreed to screw them in the middle of the dining car. 

Diana returned with their meals as promised. But unlike before, she sat on the same side of the table as Rebecca, which allowed her to watch the horny couple. The woman wasted no time telling him what happened. The husband looked delighted; his eyes were glassy, swimming in desire while she was whispering in his ear. He was quite hansom, taller than average, and much older. No sooner had Rebecca finished her desert when Diana stood up, a devilish grin etched across her face. The couple hastened to leave, they were just in front of them as Diana and Rebecca left the dining car. The couple entered compartment 'A6' in the first car. Diana and Rebecca continued to their compartment. Rebecca got undressed turned and offered her wrists to Diana and then sat on the bed naked but for her cuffs. The sun was setting. The scenery was lovely. 

Diana took off her tiny dress and wandered about, getting ready for her rendezvous with the couple. Rebecca forgot about the setting sun, she preferred Diana's nudity. Her body was lovely, fit, yet curvaceous and feminine. Diana had a quick shower, blow dried her hair and put a little makeup on. She took her time, enjoying being naked and thinking about getting screwed by a married couple. 

'Did you enjoy masturbating in the dining car?' Diana enquired.

'Not at first, but after that man caught you, it was much more exciting.'

'Is that a yes?'

'I enjoy making you happy Mistress.'

'I know you do, but that is not what I asked you.'

'Yes thank you Mistress, I liked the thrill of nearly getting caught. My orgasm was really intense.'

'Well, as a reward for your obedience, I am going to let you have something or do something that you want. So when I return, we will discuss your options.'

'Thank you Mistress, I will look forward to it.'

Diana stood in front of Rebecca stark naked, unaware that the only thing Rebecca wanted was for Diana to seduce her, to take her virginity. It was the only thing she could think of. Diana lent forward and whispered, 

'You're a good girl.' 

Diana kissed Rebecca on the lips with such tenderness that it worried Becca. She wanted hot sex, not sweet little kisses. Diana got dressed. 

Compartment A6 didn't look any different to any other compartment from the outside, but she would never forget it. She was alone in the corridor. The knock on the door was soft, but loud enough to rouse the inhabitants. The couple had obviously showered, he had had a shave and was wearing aftershave, and she had her hair pulled back in a pony tale. No sooner had the door been locked behind her when the woman stepped up and began to kiss Diana on the lips. Her husband stood behind Diana his hands sliding up and down her thighs, hot breath and wet tongue tickled her neck and shoulder. Her fingers unbuttoned Diana's blouse as his unzipped her skirt. Diana's breasts were exquisite, firm and round, with lovely puckered crests. Her skirt fell to the floor as his hands reached around in front of her. It was like being in heaven, hands everywhere, mouths kissing, sucking. Diana's senses swam. Before she knew it she was naked but for her heels. Even though the husband and wife team were fully dressed, Diana could see her nipple through the thin fabric of her tented blouse and she could feel his erection pressing against her bottom. 

Diana didn't know quite what to do, she wanted his cock more than anything, but she was not the one driving the seduction. The woman sucked Diana's nipples and slid her fingers back and forth from her clitoris to the mouth of her vagina, lubricating her pink groove. He simply held her, ran his hands up and down her tummy, fondled her breasts and kissed her neck. But then he stepped to her left side just enough so that she could reach his cock. He unzipped his trousers and released his manly meat. Diana's hand found it as it slapped against her thigh. Nice and thick, of God it has an enormous head, pleasantly surprised her heart beat a little faster. As she stroked him, she felt his fingers pressing between her ass cheeks, he passed over her anus and forged on toward her vagina. His fingers where much bigger than hers and together they filled her, even stretched her. He pushed his fingers into her vulnerable interior as he bit her neck. Oh God that feels nice, Diana couldn't help herself. He curled his fingers upward and pulled back opening her, making her ready for his manhood. Diana lay her head back against his shoulder and squeezed his cock in her hand. The woman fell to her knees and replaced her fingers with her tongue. Oh yes, this is good.

The woman wanted something else, she gripped Diana's hips and turned her around. For the first time Diana faced the woman's husband. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his waistband; his trousers fell to the floor. 

'Spread your feet,' the woman demanded. 'And rotate your pelvis.' 

Diana did as she was told, widening her stance and poking her bottom out. He kissed her, his mouth was firm and powerful, his lips full and wet. He rolled a condom over his cock. Their mouths slipped over one another. The woman was spreading Diana's arse cheeks, then she was licking Diana from behind. Her tongue flicking back and forth over Diana's anus. It felt incredible, different but kind of wonderful. Then as she stuck her tongue in the opening of Diana's vagina, he bent his knees a little and plowed the head of his cock through her furrow. Her pussy was wet, soft and plump and he was dying to get inside her. As he pushed his long thick member through her wetness, his wife licked the tip of his cock. It was time for sex. He reached down and lifted Diana's left leg up over his waist, her pelvis rocked forward and her vagina gaped open. His cock knew where to go. It may have been her position, but her pussy seemed very tight and his cock very big. He pressed into her, back and forth working his penis deeper into her vagina. 

His wife reached for her digital camera and began taking pictures of her husband fucking the sexy stranger. She positioned the camera, licked the fingers of her left hand and then pressed one of them into Diana's anus. Oh God, Diana wasn't ready for that. The camera clicked again and again. The woman could feel her husband's cock thrusting in and out of Diana's vagina. She started sliding her finger in and out of Diana's tight little arse hole. It was thrilling but uncomfortable. The man removed his cock and stepped past her, lay back on the bed and said, 

'Ride me.' 

As Diana walked over toward him, he said, 

'Turn around.' 

Diana stepped over his legs and turned her back to him, She positioned his cock beneath her opening and pressed down impaling herself on his rigid shaft. He opened his legs and his wife crawled in between them. She still had the camera, but could not resist licking his balls, and his cock. When his cock was swallowed by Diana's divine body, the woman licked her pussy. Their union tasted so sweet, and it looked so good on camera. Diana was approaching an orgasm, but it was too early. She wanted to ride them both, she wanted to lay on her back and have him fuck her good and hard. She had to dismount. 

The head of his cock filled her entire mouth. His cock was not as long as some of her other lover's, but it was much thicker than most. The woman went to take a picture of Diana sucking her husband's cock, when Diana stopped and said, 

'I don't want you to take any photographs of my face.'

'Oh, of course not, I'm sorry,' she muttered.

Diana returned to the enormous headed cock in front of her. God, I love cock, she told herself as she sucked it into her mouth. The woman watched on and massaged her own clitoris. 

Diana forced the head of his cock as far into her mouth as she could without gagging. Ten minutes must have passed before she considered relinquishing her lovely hard meat. Diana noticed that the woman was sliding a long thin dildo in and out of herself, while rubbing her clit. Suddenly Diana had reason to fee the man's penis. 

'Do you have any photographs of you riding your husband?' Diana asked.

'No, actually this is the first time I've ever taken pictures.'

'Would you like me to take some pictures of you on his cock?'

'That'd be great,' came his deep voice.

The woman straddled her husband as she had done many hundreds of times before. She kissed him as Diana took a series of pictures of his cock and her open vagina, the first touch of their sex and then his penetration. Diana stood back and took a number of shots of their entangled bodies. Then some more close-ups of them kissing, his hand on her breast and then of her fingers deep in her own arse. 

After watching them fuck for a while Diana asked the woman to sit up straight so that she could photograph their union from the top. She took her time and then put the camera away and then dropped her head down between them and began kissing and licking the woman's pussy and the man's cock at one and the same time. She even pulled his penis from her vagina to suck it before putting it back. 

Diana stood up and started to kiss the woman on her mouth. She had a lovely mouth, and a long tongue. It was nice, but not enough. Diana moved her body around so that she could straddled the man's face. He approved, his tongue was yet to taste her delicious juices. Diana rode his face, the woman rode his cock, he was in heaven. He quickly approached orgasm, gripped his wife around the waist he held her down on his cock in an attempt to stave off his orgasm. His wife knew he wanted to fuck Diana again before the night was over. Diana was ready and she wanted more than a tongue in her hole. She noticed that the woman was no longer rising and plunging her sex onto her man's erection. Their kissing slowed, 

'Would you like to lay on your back?' the woman gasped. Diana grunted in approval as her mouth was consumed again. 

He stopped Diana's dismount to kiss her lovely swollen flesh and then let her go. Diana wanted to return the gesture, but his wife was still impaled, so she lent down and kissed his gorgeous mouth. She laid beside him as the woman slid off his greasy pole. It was Diana's turn. The woman seemed to be the boss. 

'I want you to fuck her good and hard,' her voice was stern. 

The man never spoke a word, he just put a fresh condom on as his wife began to take photographs of Diana's gaping wet vagina. Diana liked the attention, she even pulled her flaps back, lifted and spread her legs. His cock slipped into her vacuous cavern as though it had many times before. He filled her, his girth felt terrific. Thickness, not length, Diana thought as she enjoyed the sensation of her vagina being stretched. The woman took more photographs of his cock sliding in and out of Diana's lovely young body. She even asked Diana to take a few photographs of her kissing her husband, while keeping her own legs and pussy in the frame. It was kind of kinky, but rather distracting. Finally the woman straddled Diana's face and he started to fuck her harder and harder. The sweat poured off him as he pounded Diana's tender sex. The partial suffocation provided by the woman's generous folds covering Diana's mouth and nose helped Diana to reach a memorable climax. He could no doubt feel her pussy contract, but he held off. As soon as her body went limp he pulled his cock from her satisfied hole, whipped his condom off and began to stroke his cock. The woman picked up the camera and began taking pictures. As he groaned, she quickly dismounted and gave Diana the camera. She wanted her face in the frame as her husband pumped his hot cum all over Diana's clit. Diana didn't mind. Hot come spattered Diana's satisfied sex as the eye of his cock opened setting his semen free. Diana got a few shots of his wife licking up his cum, before he moved out of the frame. He then took the camera, and began to shoot his wife licking his cum from Diana's lovely and well abused body. She posed for him, white cum on her tongue, smeared over her face, with Diana's gaping and very swollen vagina as context.




The Other House Ch. 05



Antonia, the delicious woman from the art gallery stood at Victoria's door. Her heart was beating, her hands and feet seemed clammy but she could not turn away. She checked the note again, the date and the time. It said "3 PM sharp", Antonia looked at her watch, it was 2:58. Antonia put the note in her pocket, looked at the door and back at her watch. Sharp, Antonia said to herself, the word as powerful as any of Victoria's commands. The minute hand on her watch ticked over, 2:59, it was as though time stood still. Antonia took a deep breath, then another, tried to stop fidgeting and waited for the second hand to make its way around the azure-blue face of her watch. Ten seconds, Five seconds, her eyes followed the second hand. This is it, her mind confirmed what her eyes already knew. Antonia took another deep breath and then pressed the door bell.

The door opened immediately. Victoria had been waiting, wondering just how precisely the stylish brunet would obey her orders. She was delighted when the monitor showed her approach the door, stop and wait until her watch indicated 3 PM precisely, before pressing the door bell. Antonia took a half step backward, startled by the immediacy of the response. Victoria kept a perfectly straight face, looked the woman up and down and then stepped to the side. Antonia stepped across the threshold into another world. Victoria closed the door behind Antonia and opened a new chapter in her life. Antonia looked more like a little girl waiting to see the headmistress than a beautiful sophisticated woman embarking on a sexual adventure. Victoria locked the door and then rushed toward Antonia forcing her back against the wall. Victoria pressed her hand against the frightened woman's chest. The woman's breath caught in her throat. Victoria's lips tingled as the woman's hot breath eddied about them. Victoria pressed her body against the trembling beauty, her fear caused Victoria's arousal to soar.

'Did you bring my vibrator?' Victoria whispered almost hoarsely. 

'Yes,' her feint almost breathless word was insufficient to the question. 

Victoria moved her hand closer to the woman's throat. 

'Yes, Mistress,' refreshing the novices mind.

'Sorry. Yes Mistress. I practiced saying yes mistress over and over.'

'Shhhh... I will alloy you one mistake,' Victoria's hushed tone increased the tension. 'Have you followed all of my instructions to the letter?' Victoria continued.

'Yes Mistress.'

Victoria was pleasantly surprised with the short sharp response.

'Your name?'

'Antonia Gleeson.'

'Mistress,' Victoria's chastising voice left nothing more to be said.

'Antonia Gleeson, Mistress.'

'Antonia. I want you to give my vibrator back.'

'Now... ah Mistress?' Antonia's nerves were showing.

'Yes Antonia, right now.'

The lovely Antonia Gleeson reached down between her legs, then stopped to hitch her skirt up. Victoria looked into her eyes. Antonia wiggled her hips, lifted her right leg and slid her right hand under the elastic of her underpants. Victoria could feel Antonia's hand and wrist push against her as it searched for Antonia's opening. As Antonia's fingers probed her vagina, she relaxed her vaginal muscled and pressed down pushing the vibrator out through her opening and into her hand. 

Antonia took her hand out of her undies and raised it to eye height. Victoria's eyes flitted to the wet object, buzzing in Antonia's hand.

'Your vibrator Mistress.'

Victoria's eyes again stared into Antonia's, boring into her, searching her mind.

'When I said "give my vibrator back", I meant for you to return it to its proper place.'

'Proper place Mistress?'

'Yes. Return it to its proper place,' Victoria's voice deepened.

Antonia looked at the object in her hand then lowered her hand. She returned Victoria's gave as she reached between them, between Victoria's legs. Victoria accommodated her movement by lifting her left leg and turning her knee outward. Antonia's searching fingers found Victoria's sex dripping wet. She parted her lips and slid her fingers down to her vagina. At first Antonia slipped her fingers into Victoria's inviting opening and then worked the short thick vibrator down to her opening. Victoria's chest heaved as Antonia began to push and twist the vibrator, working it into Victoria's ample hole. The short thick cock slipped in between Victoria's lips and into her dark interior. Antonia pressed her fingers up Victoria after the vibrator, ensuring that it was securely and deeply imbedded. She then removed her hand.

'Bring your hand to your mouth,' Victoria commanded.

'Yes Mistress.'

They stood so close that her back of her fingers brushed Victoria's chin. 

'Now lick them clean.'

Antonia opened her mouth and slid her first finger into her mouth. She sucked at it and licked it before retracting it and replacing it with another, then another. Victoria noticed Antonia's eye's sparkle, her breathing slow and the colour return to her face.

'I want you to lick your palm. Then put your hand by your side.'

Antonia complied. Victoria took a deep breath, sniffing the smell of pussy still on Antonia's lips and chin. Victoria pressed her lips against Antonia's, opened her mouth slightly and slid her tongue between Antonia's lips. Victoria broke off their kiss, licked Antonia's lips, her chin. Victoria's slippery tongue caressed the side of Antonia's face before returning to its lair. 

After a moment surveying her novice, who appeared to have replaced her fear with sexual excitement Victoria whispered,

'Tell me Antonia Gleeson. 

'Yes Mistress.'

'Is it Mrs. Gleeson.'

'Yes Mistress.'

'Does your husband know you're here?'

'No Mistress.'

'Would he approve of you being here, your fingers in my vagina?'

Antonia looked down instinctively as her betrayal seemed evident.

'No, Mistress, He would not approve.'

'Then let us hear no more of him.' Victoria spoke with such authority that his dismissal seemed final, as though he simply ceased to exist. 

Victoria took a step back, dropped her gaze, looked Antonia up and down. Her skirt was still around her waist, a dark patch on the crotch of her plain cotton briefs betrayed her arousal. Delicious, Victoria's eye's confirmed what her mouth remembered from the gallery bathroom. 

'I have been looking forward to putting lovely red stripes across your perfect white bottom.'

Antonia's lips curled just a little and her heart beat jumped up. By her expression Victoria knew that Antonia had come for the cane. 

'Do you want to see those lovely red stripes?'

'Yes please Mistress.'

'By the look of you, today couldn't have come soon enough,' Victoria mused.

'The anticipation has been torture, Mistress' the quiver in Antonia's voice confirmed her desire. 

'Torture?'

'Yes Mistress.'

Victoria smiled inwardly. Antonia was going to be so much fun.

Victoria invites Antonia into her home, Fiona and Rachel are down on their hands and knees, scrubbing the parquetry floor. Antonia notices Rachel's stripes. 

Victoria asks Antonia to strip naked,

She tells her to bend forward over a desk, and to spread her legs

Victoria sits in a chair behind her and admires her bottom and pussy.

'Before you return I want you to have your bikini line waxed. I don't want to see any hair either side of your opening from your vagina to your clitoris. Do I make myself clear?'

'Yes Mistress.'

Victoria rose from her chair, walking around in front of her desk opened a cabinet in which all manner of canes stood. She stepped to the side and looked back at Antonia, then back to the canes. Antonia looked up, shocked at the array of devices hanging in the cabinet. Diana took out a very thin cane and whipped it through the air then put it back. Antonia saw her take out a thicker cane and swish it back and forth. Victoria closed the doors. 

'I want you to grip the edge of the desk tightly.' Victoria instructed. 

Antonia's heart was beating very fast. She gripped the edge of the desk. Victoria prowled around the room swishing the cane. Antonia's breathing deepened pressing her firm breast harder into the desk. Victoria was ready. She stood at Antonia's side, ran her soft hand over Antonia's perfectly round creamy white bottom.

'You really do have a lovely bottom,' 

'Thank you Mistress.'

Victoria took a step backward.

'Hold tight and don't let go until I tell you to.'

The cane made a swishing sound as it sped through the air. It cracked against Antonia's skin leaving a beautiful red line.

'Ahhh...' Antonia shrieked, but then she was quiet.

Victoria was impressed.

Again she laid the cane across Antonia's bottom. Antonia's body tensed, but she never made a sound. The third stripe was met with equal resilience. Antonia winced, but never cried out. With the fourth strip criss-crossing the other welts Antonia whimpered and mover her bottom from side to side as she shifted her weight from side to side, but still she never made a sound. Victoria hesitated, brushed the cane over her burning skin teasing Antonia's welts.

'Oh please Mistress,' she pleaded for Victoria to stop teasing her.

Victoria continued. Antonia whimpered. Victoria again drew the cane back. It whistled through the air with renewed vigor. The fifth stroke was harder and more painful than the others. Antonia screamed, but said nothing. 

'Be quiet girl. Make another sound and you'll get six more rather than two.'

Victoria had only just got Antonia where she wanted her, one more stroke was just not enough. Seven would have to do.

For the sixth time Victoria drew her hand back, the sting of the cane immanent. Antonia jumped, squealed and brought one hand back to protect her rear.

'Put your hand back. How dare you disobey me,' Victoria barked.

Tears ran down Antonia's face and pooled on the desk. She again gripped the edge of the desk with both hands. 

'You'll get another stripe for your disobedience. Do you understand.?

'Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress,' Antonia's contrition seemed real.

Victoria smiled to herself. Antonia was really getting the idea of submission. I wonder how many BDSM novels, you've read, huh, Victoria's internal monologue probed ever possibility as she analyzed Antonia's every action.

Victoria held back a little on the seventh stroke, aiming to complete the set without further cause to increase the number. The eighth stroke was perfect, hard, but not to hard. Antonia tensed every muscle and the cane stung her for the final time. She held her breath and her hands gripped the desk tightly, trying with all her might not to make a sound.

'Good girl. You can cry now,' Victoria's voice was somehow more soothing.

Immediately on hearing Victoria's voice Antonia cried aloud, sobbing, wining and calling to God. Victoria watched, smiling at how well Antonia did. Victoria walked to the far side of the desk, released Antonia's hands and said,

'You've done very well. You should be proud of yourself.'

Antonia cried and as her hands reached her tender burning bottom she ran her fingers over the welts, enjoying the intense sensation of pleasure and pain. 

Tears streamed down Antonia's sweet face, as she released years of tension. Crying felt so good to her and Victoria knew it. Patiently she waited as Antonia's sobs ebbed away, then in a gentle voice Victoria told her to stand up. Antonia obeyed. Victoria turned Antonia toward her, and hugged her tenderly, not saying a word. Antonia put her arms around her mistress and rested her head on Victoria's shoulder. 

'Thank you Mistress. 

'Is it what you wanted?'

'It was better than I imagined. Thank you Mistress.'

Victoria led the still weeping woman to a large bathroom. Through red eyes Antonia stood in front of a floor to ceiling mirror. She turned and admired the vivid red stripes that criss-crossed her milky white cheeks. She was beautiful, even with tear tracks over her face and down her perky breasts. Antonia bent forward and looked back over her shoulder, relishing the sight of her first ever welts. But it was not her welts that she bent over to look at. Antonia focused on the fur covered peach that protruded from between her legs. Her pubic hair was quite short, curly and a deep redish brown, but it obscured her shape. Victoria watched as she reached around and parted her hair and opened her lips. Her silky pink interior was full and pouting, inviting to the eye. Right then she decided that Victoria knew best. Before next week she would get her pussy waxed. 

'Time to have a shower,' Victoria's instruction cut Antonia's inspection short. 

Victoria adjusted the water so that it was not to hot, yet warm enough to ensure pleasant bathing. Antonia winced as the water ran over her new adornments, but didn't turn away. She quickly washed her face and body before Victoria turned the water off. Antonia ran her hands over her body cutting the beads of water from her skin like a squeegee on a windscreen. 

Victoria held out a fluffy towel for Antonia, but it was not for Antonia to dry herself, Victoria reserved that pleasure for herself. 

'Wrap around your hair.'

Antonia leant forward, wrapped the towel around the back of her head and then overlapped it. She stood up and flicked the whole thing back, like a turban. Victoria stood ready with another towel.

Arms raised,' was her only command.

Antonia did as she was directed, Victoria did as she liked. At first she dried her sides, arm pits and back and then her breasts, tummy and arms. Victoria dried Antonia's legs, dabbed her tender bottom dry and then pressed her towel clad hand over her mound, between her legs and in between her cheeks. The whole thing took a minute or so. 

'Take a seat in front of the mirror.'

Victoria knew that Antonia's welts would remind her why she was there. Antonia seemed to have been unaware of just what sitting on fresh welts would feel like. 

'Ouw...' she moaned as her stripes sent searing pain through her posterior, reminding her of the fresh cuts. 

'Sit down and behave, ' Victoria ordered.

Antonia grimaced a little as she rested her weight on her well punished seat. Victoria produced a brush and hair dryer and began drying Antonia's hair. 

'Now while we're here, in front of the mirror, I want you to run your hands over your body and tell me what you see and feel. You can start with your nech, arms and shoulders, then your breasts and finally I want you to open your legs and explore your sex, inside and out.'

Antonia took a deep breath and then said

'Yes Mistress.'

As directed she began with her neck, arms and shoulders.

'I see a fairly slender, but strong upper body, my neck is fairly long, my shoulders are high and reasonably wide in comparison to my waist and my arms are slender but muscular. My touch is smooth and nice, but not quite ticklish.'

'Good, now tell me about your breasts.'

Victoria continued brushing and drying her hair. Victoria watched Antonia in the mirror take a little breath. Her soft hands found her breasts, and her eyes found Victoria's eyes. Antonia seemed to blush a little as she caressed her lovely firm globes. 

'I see two firm breasts, not small or big, but silky to the touch, yet firm. They point forward, slightly outward. My areola are a warm brown and my nipples are almost square, with round corners.' 

Victoria noticed how erect Antonia's nipples were becoming. The combination of touching them in front of her mistress and talking about it was obviously arousing to the novice. 

'They feel tender, electric and when they become erect the go hard and protrude nearly an inch. My areola also tightens and wrinkles as it puckers. It feels very nice touching them.'

'Now your tummy, then open your legs,' Victoria's instructions were crystal clear.

Antonia's hands moved from her breasts to her tummy. She sat with her back straight and her tummy held firm and flat. Her hands criss-crossed over her belly and around her sides.

'I like my midriff, its narrow and firm and it makes my chest and hips look more feminine. It feels nice when I touch it and the creases between my body and legs are always ticklish.'

Antonia took a moment running her fingers up and down either side of her mound, then slowly opened her legs. Even though Antonia's hair was completely dry, Victoria continued brushing it. Antonia was an interesting subject, her appreciation of her own body was reasonably well developed, her description articulate, however, Victoria knew that the real test was how well she related to and described her pussy.

Antonia looked down, watching her hands caress her mound, her fingers slide up and down her cleavage. Then she watched herself in the mirror, touching, caressing herself. Again she looked down, parted her pubic hair and spread her lips. It looked nice. Victoria watched her in the mirror, but also diverted her eyes so that she could see what Antonia saw. Keep going, don't stop now, Victoria's hopes were soon rewarded. Antonia pressed her thumb down, directly above her clitoris,, pulling the pink hood back revealing the swollen bud. They both looked down admiring the sensual centre of Antonia's sex. Antonia slid the fingers of her right hand along her slippery pink crevice, up and over her clitoris, her body quivered from the intensity. 

'I like my pussy. I like playing with it and I like others to want it. I had my first orgasm as a little girl, by accident. It was amazing.' 

Antonia slid her fingers toward the opening of her vagina. She held her fingers together and pressed down, she could feel the tight rim of her hole, her swollen wet vagina felt so good beneath her pressure. Victoria watched her close her eyes then begin to massage the outside of her love chamber. Antonia slipped one finger inside, then another. Victoria changed her weight just a little, and tried not to think of the vibrator that had been buzzing away in her vagina for the last hour. 

'It's warm and tight, and if I force my fingers in deep, I can feel my cervix.' 

Again Antonia watched herself in the mirror, she even rolled back a little, but the pain in her bottom reminded her of the stripes Victoria had given her. 

'I started masturbating with my fingers almost immediately after I reached puberty, but I never put my fingers or anything else inside me. It was only after I had sex that I tried it.'

Victoria took a mental note. It's the same with most girls, she thought as Antonia explained her solo career. 

'Sometimes I can find my G-spot straight away, but usually I just rub my clitoris and then I come.'

Antonia looked directly into Victoria's eyes and said, 

'Mistress, do you mind if I lick my fingers?'

'Please do,' Victoria's words fell short of her thoughts.

Well you certainly have a flair for the dramatic, Victoria's conclusion was close to reality. 

'Now before you get dressed, we must do a couple of things. First, incase the skin is broken I want to put a little cream on your welts. We wouldn't want that lovely bottom of yours getting infected. I need to give you your instructions for the next week, you need to say thank you and we need to formalize our relationship.'

Antonia put down the brush opened a draw and withdrew a tube of antiseptic cream. 

Her body stiffened and her bottom clenched as the cream made contact with her nice fresh welts. Victoria knew how much it smarted, and enjoyed watching Antonia try to contain her objections. But the fun was soon over, the cream only stings for a moment and then it sooths the wound. Victoria liked Antonia's pose bent over and vulnerable. 

'Now, stay where you are, look at me in the mirror.'

Antonia obeyed. Victoria lifted her leg and placed her right foot on the bench beside Antonia. Antonia was looking directly into Victoria's overly swollen sex.