Beth's Tale

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This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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1. Picked up

I can hardly remember how it all started. All I know is that one day on a train going to work she sat down next to me. She said something about the weather, or getting a seat in a crowded train or whatever. I hadn't really listened and was engrossed in my book. But when I looked up and looked in her face, something and something inside me went: Click!

I did not realise it at the time, but this woman exuded an atmosphere of power which struck me to the core. It awoke a fundamental attraction and fascination in me before I even responded to her remark, but looking back, I think I was dazed and paralysed by her presence even then.

A few days later I saw her again across a crowded train. At the sight of her my mind went blank and I must have stared incessantly at her face through a crowd of other commuters. Something inside wanted me to attract her attention, call, wave, whatever, but at the same time I felt compelled to just stare and wait while she was talking to another person and never looked my way.

As she was about to step off the train, at last she caught my eye and I was sure I saw a flash of recognition in her eyes and a brief, benevolent smile on her face.

From then on, at all times of day her face would suddenly appear before my inner eye, her presence would envelop me and I would start to daydream. It went on for weeks and colleagues started to comment.

Then one evening, dressed in a skirt and blouse coming home from work as I sat on the train, there she was, a few seats away from me. The train was largely empty. She looked splendid and I felt very dowdy in comparison. She seemed so austere. Then she looked up, took notice of me, came across and sat down next to me.

"You've been thinking about me, haven't you," she said.

I was stunned. This woman looked into the very depth of my heart and sensed my feelings before I could even crystallize them into a thought. She had put her finger right on the spot and touched me more deeply than I had ever been touched. I sensed that I had yearned for someone like this, someone, who would know me as well or even better than I knew myself, someone, who would know what I wanted before I could even put it into thoughts, let alone words. I was stunned and could not speak. An immensely powerful yearning to be close to this woman welled up inside me. At that moment I realized that for what must have been ages, I had longed for someone to guide and take me in hand, and that this woman could be that person. At the same time I knew that if that was to happen, it would be the end of all my aspirations as an independent, self sufficient and self determined person. Tears filled my eyes as I nodded agreement.

"You know", she went on "don't you think it a little presumptuous to think about me without knowing me at all? In a way, I feel that is something of an intrusion into my privacy. You are using me to hang all your hang ups on."

She looked at me with those eyes in which I could just lose myself and went on: "Have you eaten yet? Why don't you join me for dinner? There is a delightful little place if we get off at the next stop."

This was too good to be true and yet I was completely taken aback by her proposition. After all, even though I felt she knew me through and through she was a complete stranger. I was speechless.

"Suit yourself", she said, as I did not respond right away and made a move to get up. "Oh no, don't go, "I quickly said. "I'd love to have dinner with you".

"Good girl," she went on, "you obviously know what's good for you. If you don't, you can rely on me, because I do."

Without waiting for an answer she stood up as the train began to slow for the next stop. I followed her as she briskly stepped off the train, walked down the platform, descended the stairs and headed down the street. It was dark and a thin drizzle filled the air. She did not say a word nor even did she even look at me.

She walked on as I hastened to follow her always half a step behind and then stopped at an entrance. It did not look like much. Only then did she turn around and smile. I wasn't sure, whether she was smiling at me or about something. She rang a bell and a female voice asked who it was. "Maria" she responded, and that was the first time I ever had anything of an identity or a name about this woman, who was exerting such an influence over me.

1. Taken At The Club

The door clicked open and even though one would not have realised it from the outside, we were in a kind of restaurant. It was not very well lit, and a band was playing. It was a female band and I could see only waitresses, no waiters. The waitresses were dressed in short black skirts and white blouses, black stockings and high heels. The blouses were tight and several buttons where open so prominent cleavages were abundant amongst them. One could see that they were wearing suspenders and not tights because any time they bent over I caught a glimpse of the top of their thighs. The thought, that they could also not be wearing and underwear did not even occur to me then.

One of them came up to the woman who had me in tow.

"Maria" she said "how nice to see you again and in such promising company as well."

"Don't get any smart ideas" the woman who from now on for me was Maria replied. "She is very new and needs care. So give us a little corner, where she is not fully exposed to all the lecherous bitches this dump caters for."

I was perturbed about the rough way in which she had responded and wondered why she took me to a place that she seemed to hold in such low esteem. But warmth spread through me at the thought, that she said I needed care. I realized that I longed for her to take care of me and to guide me.

"Oh Maria, don't worry" the waitress replied. "I'll keep my ideas to myself. But I think I've got just the spot for you. Would you like to follow me, please?"

"Just as long as you keep your hands to yourself as well" Maria replied as she took my hand and we followed the waitress.

It felt very strange and in a way thrilling to be led by the hand of another woman through a place like this. I don't think I had walked holding hands with a woman since I was a child. The waitress led us past the band and the dance floor and I was stunned to see that all the dancers were women. I looked around and noticed that there were also only women sitting at the dimly lit tables around the edge of the dance floor. As for the dancers, it was evident that they weren't just dancing together because there were no male dancers for them. The band was playing a slow number and most of the dancing couples were closely embraced. Some had their hands on each others behinds and were clearly not just resting them there. Others were softly swaying to the rhythm while they stood locked in a passionate kiss. Kissing is putting it mildly. One woman was practically eating her partner as she had one arm around her shoulder and the other on her breast. My mouth dropped and I must have slowed as I saw that hand move from the woman's breast over her belly and start rubbing her crotch. No one else seemed to care and I noticed those two weren't the only ones in such a situation. Another couple was dancing so closely that one woman had the thigh of her partner firmly clasped between her own and was rubbing her crotch on it as she kissed her. Her hand had disappeared under the jersey that her partner was wearing.

I felt a tug on my hand and looked at the woman, Maria, who was leading me and smirked: "Come now girl. You'll see enough of that before long."

The waitress led us to a table in a corner. Maria or whoever she was, pointed at a chair for me to sit down on and sat down next to me. When we were seated, the waitress offered Maria a menu. She took it and as the waitress held out a second one for me, she said: "One is enough, thank you". The waitress grinned at me and walked away shaking her shapely butt. Again, I was puzzled by the way Maria so clearly took charge. She looked at the menu for a brief moment and then turned to me.

"So, tell me about yourself. Who are you, where do you live, what do you do for a living and above all, why do you keep staring at me on the train?"

"I'm Beth," I said, and in a rash moment went on to say "and what my I call you?"

"You may call me Mam, Beth" she replied and went on to say "but you will remember that I'm the one who asks the questions here and you are here to explain your impertinent staring at me. So go on."

I did not need any more prompting. Her clear instruction was the key that opened the flood gates and I just let it all pour out. I had never been much of a one to talk about my feelings and what goes on inside me, but this woman held the key. It was a wonderful release to be able to tell her, how I had been attracted to her, how I had been mesmerised by her personality. How I yearned for her presence and how I wanted to lay my life into her hands.

In between, the waitress came and suddenly to me it was the most natural thing in the world for Maria to order for the two of us. She decided what I would eat. She decided what I should drink and when our meal came, it did not even occur to her to ask if it was to my liking. She had decided something for me and it was my wish to comply.

When my flow finally abated and we were well over half way through our meal, she said: "You realize where we are, don't you?"

"Well," I said, "it seems a place largely frequented by women."

"Beth Dear" she said, "do have another look. Do you see any male here at all?"

"No" I responded.

"Of course you don't. This is a place for women, who are sexually oriented towards other women."

I looked at her for a while, shrugged my shoulders and said: "You're the boss, you chose this place".

That was an answer it seemed, that she had not expected and for the first time it was she who seemed to be taken aback.

"Have you ever had sex with a woman?" She asked me.

"No, "I replied.

"Have you ever had much to do with sex at all?" She went on.

"Not really" I said.

"Tell me about it" she went on and went on to explain to me that if we were to get anywhere, it was imperative that I had no secrets form her.

I told her that I felt a bit uncomfortable talking about such things. I had not had much to do with sex. As kids, we'd played doctors and nurses and had examined the funny creases between our legs. Boys had poked at what I then thought was my pee hole but it had all left me quite unperturbed. I had pulled on their little penises and felt the small pouch underneath them but could really not see much use in them. Later I found out how babies are made and on the odd occasion when I had been on a date with a friend from school boys had groped my breasts.

"Will you consent to be led by me tonight" she asked when I had finished.

I was a little unsure of what she meant but I nodded.

Right away she took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I knew I was in for something, remembering the couples I had seen in various stages of engagement as we came in.

Maria held me closely to her as she rocked me in her arms and we just swayed with the music. My body went weak and it felt butterflies in my tummy as I leaned more and more into her. She stroked my back and started softly talking into my ear. She said that she had been watching me for weeks and found me very attractive in my plain and natural garb. She said I had a wonderful figure, a lovely ass and great tits. Nobody had ever spoken to me like that, let alone a woman, but the butterflies called in a few more friends and I was liking it.

"I'm going to take possession of those lovely tits of yours, my little darling", she went on to say, "and I'm going to do it right here. Then I'll take that lovely arse of yours and make my acquaintance with your other openings too. I bet you are quite wet there now. Give me a hug if it's true."

I could not think what she meant by taking my arse, but as for the wet part, she was certainly correct. So I gave her a big squeeze. I was wax in her hands.

We carried on gently swaying to the music when after a while she whispered in my ear, and I still hear her voice and my knees go weak when I think of it.

"Beth, I'm going to start doing it now. I want you to let yourself go and let me take charge of you. Your heart will start racing and the butterflies in your tummy will be in an uproar when I start to kiss and fondle you right here on the dance floor. You have noted that people know me here. They know me as a woman, who, once she has chosen a girl, will not be resisted and being full of envy, they don't like me for it. They will be looking on and they will hope that you will bolt and run away. You won't give them that pleasure, will you Beth? You will be keen to please me and show how much under my will you are, won't you? Squeeze me to say, yes".

And I squeezed her. Her words were ringing in my head and I was floating somewhere in outer space. There was only Maria and I, or so I thought. It felt wonderful to be in her arms and for all I cared, the whole world could have looked on.

"It won't be easy, Beth," she went on. "Your mind and you sense of propriety will want to rebel against what I'm going to do with you. You won't be able to repress it, it's only natural. But let the thoughts go. Pay no heed to them. Let them pass through you. You are not their cause. I am, and I am in charge. Don't fight back, don't resist, but make me proud of you. You want me to be proud of you, don't you? Put your hand on my breast to say, yes"

I had never touched a woman's breast and slowly raised my hand from her hip and cupped her full bosom. It felt great.

And as my hand rested on her breast, her hand come up from where it had been resting on my bottom and took position of my breast. A bolt of warmth shot through me, the butterflies went wild.

But I gasped with astonishment and tried to push her hand away when she started to unfasten the top button of my blouse.

"Beth," she whispered in my ear, I told this would happen and I told you not to resist. Now don't be silly and put your hands on my hips again, or I'll walk off right here and leave you standing on this dance floor with a dripping cunt. I bet it is dripping by now isn't it. Squeeze my bottom if it is."

I squeezed.

Maria is not one for half measures and I love the strength she shows, when she just will not be put off. So an unfastened blouse and her rolling each of my nipples between her thumbs and forefinger through the thin fabric of my bra were not something that she would be content with. Nowadays I am thrilled and captivated by what outrage she will think of next. At the time, I was out on a limb and could not help but squirm as she reached into my bra and lifted my breasts out of the cups. I did not hear it, but she told me later, that there was a round of applause from the assembled dancers. Diners began to take notice and stood on the edge of the dance floor.

There I was on a gloomy dance floor in the arms of a pretty strange woman who was publicly mauling my tits, and I was loving it. After a while I began to relax and feel comfortable with the situation. Sensing this, Maria took the event to the next level.

"Beth, Darling", she whispered in my ear," you're doing well. I'm proud of you. I wasn't sure, that you would let me expose you like this. You like it now, don't you? You like it the way I have taken out your tits in public, and you like it the way I am rolling your nipples. You don't have to answer, I can tell by their hardness. Now we'll proceed to the next level. Beth Darling, right here on the dance floor I am going to put one of my hands on your bottom and pull up your skirt until your pantied bottom is visible for all to see. I'll kneed and weigh those big cheeks and then reach into your panties and slip my hand down the delicious crack between them reaching around from behind to cup the flesh of your cunt and see how wet it is by now. I bet it's soaking. And while I'm doing that I'll take possession of your mouth and kiss you like you've never been kissed before and before we're through here, I will have publicly penetrated all your openings."

So saying she placed a hand on the back of my head, took a hand full of my hair and bent my head, back causing my mouth to open. Her lips descended on mine and her tongue deeply invaded my mouth reaching to the back of my throat. I was struggling to breathe at least through my nose when I realised she had not been kidding. Hand full by hand full she pulled up the material of my skirt and I felt my thighs exposed. I became rigid again but the feeling of the tongue slurping around my mouth and even into my throat was so delicious it made me want to take up more and more of her inside me. I lent back under her assault and wanted her to fill me so badly that I hardly noticed how she had slipped her hand between my cheeks and indeed, as she had said, there I was hanging from her lips with her tongue buried in my throat and the middle finger of her other had softly sliding back and forth between my streaming cunt lips. I was oblivious to our surroundings. My cunt had taken over my senses and I started to stick my bottom out to give her better access to my thirsting flesh. At this open expression of my lust and passion, she told me later, there was a second round of applause.

That one I did not notice either having attention only for her manipulations at both ends as she slipped first one then two fingers into me from behind. I was riding her hand. On and off she would take her fingers out of me, press softly on my clit and draw her hand backwards up between my cheeks spreading the whole area with you moisture. Every time her finger tips passed over my anus, she would let them linger there a little longer, eventually starting to roll a tip of her finger around in my shit hole. My whole being was outraged by the thought of someone touching me there, in public or not. It was disgusting and unheard of. My soul did start to rebel, just as she had predicted. I tensed up, squirmed and firmly clasping my cheeks together started to resist.

With her finger tip still on the opening of my anus she broke our kiss and whispered: "Beth dear, we are nearly there. Don't dare to disappoint me now here in public. You have grown to like it so far and you will grow to like the rest. Trust me. Open yourself to me like you have offered me your mouth and your cunt. Now I want your arse. I know you've never done this and until you learn to relax your sphincter it will hurt, but I know you will be able to bear it and when you do, you will love the feeling of opening yourself and giving yourself to me all the more. And no sobs or squeals or tears will stop the finger of mine as it pushes into your arse. Try to relax is the only advice I can give you."

I wanted to give in to her and at the same time I hated her for what she was doing to and with me as she pulled my head back and her tongue invaded my mouth again. At the same time her finger started knocking on my back door in earnest. This was going to be it. I resented what she was doing. I hated it and it was beginning to hurt as her finger nail began to dig into the walls of my clenched anus. My cries of resentment and resistance were muffled by her gagging tongue and my squirming and my efforts to wriggle away from her were subdued by the firm grip she had on the back of my head and on my bottom with which she held me in place. I felt caught in a vice and slowly, oh so slowly that feeling of being completely encased and unable to move or do anything about my situation began to grow inside me and my resistance waned. I began to calm down and began to awaken consoling thoughts about that rude intrusion which was forming on my back door. I wanted to relax and each time I did, her finger took up the slack. I allowed a little and she pressed further. Soon the pain was less that of her sharp finger nail but more a dull pain deep inside my bowels as my back door was prized open bit by bit. But she was good, really good. She pressed, my bowels would seize up in pain, she would ease off a little, I would relax and she would press again each time a little further before the pain took over again. And with each assault I felt stronger and more proud. I grew confident that I would be able to overcome the pain and eventually her whole finger was buried inside my bowels and I was crying on her shoulder. The pain had as good as gone. A warm feeling spread through my bowels as her finger softly gyrated in my bottom. Had she not held me so firmly, my legs would have buckled under me. There I was hanging on her like a wet cloth with no strength of my own.

She broke our kiss once more and started to whisper in my ear again.

"There now Beth, Dear, that wasn't so bad, was it. I told you, you could do it. All you have to do is trust me. I've brought you into a new world. You have crossed the threshold and you can continue to rely on your guide and guardian. Even if you don't understand what I'm doing, I will let no harm come to you. You see that now, don't you?"

I nodded.

"And soon," she went on, "when you have command of your legs again, we will walk off this dance floor. And we will walk off it with me leading you from behind and for all plainly to see with my finger still inside your bottom. With my hand inside you, you will be my puppet and you will feel as if I am carrying you, and in a way I will be. I am proud of you Beth. No one has ever done or accepted anything like what we are doing right now here in this place. We set standards my Dear."

Again I could feel the opposition rise inside me at the monstrous thought of being paraded through a public place with the back of my skirt raised high, my behind and my knickers exposed, a woman's hand buried in those knickers and her finger in my bottom. But I knew, she would do it and I knew, I would let her and I began to smile to myself. Yes I was hers, for her to treat as she pleased.

She quickly noticed my change of state and before doubts could rise again she released her hold, stepped away from me and guiding me from behind with her finger in my bottom slowly led me back to our table. Women were applauding as we passed through the isle of onlookers who had gathered for the stunning spectacle and only then did I realise that not only was the back of my skirt up and her hand in my knickers but from her earlier onslaught on my front, my blouse was wide open and my tits were out of the cups of my bra.

Again, I smiled incredulously.

When we arrived at our table she finally took her hand out of my panties and buttoned up my blouse. We sat down, she looked around proud and defiant and called to the waitress: "Two glasses of Champagne. My girl here is thirsty and has something to celebrate."

The waitress came and set down two glasses on our table. I made a move to pick one up but one cold, forbidding glance from her made me put it down again.

"Now what"? I thought to myself.

"Honey, you'll get your champagne" she said, "but you will get if through me."

With that she picked up a glass, raised it to her lips looking deeply into my eyes and took a large sip. Then she lent forward, kissed me and suddenly my mouth was filled with the cold bubbling liquid. I swished it round my mouth and gladly swallowed what she had to give me.

She talked about how happy and proud she was to have been able to take me in all my openings right at our fist meeting and in public too.

"Beth," she said, "with me, you'll go a long way.

1. Our Pact

Then in her peculiar way she gave me some more champagne to sip, finished our glasses and stood up to go. I followed and for a moment my confidence left me again. I realised what everyone in the place must have seen and I knew they would all think me a cheap tart, ready to accommodate any woman who took a fancy to her, and I followed Maria with downcast eyes making sure to avoid and eye contract.

When we were in the cab, Maria said I should have walked out that dump proudly with my head held high. She would not accept my notion that the other women in the place would have thought me a cheap tart.

"Don't worry about that sweetheart, "she said "these women know a good sub when they see one, and they ain't seen a better one yet. Envy not disregard is what they felt. None there would have dared to try that with a girl, let alone a girl they had just picked up on a train and none would stood being taken like that in public. They would have bolted and run away in tears. You really are something my dear Beth. But also you are right of course, you are a wanton slut. I love you like that. Especially when you are my wanton slut and I can have you any way I please."

It had not occurred to me to ask where she was taking me, but it turned out to be a lavish apartment, which I assumed to be hers.

She went to a cupboard took out a bottle of brandy and pored herself a good shot. She took a sip, beckoned me to her and this time, my mouth was filled by the warm sharp taste of old and expensive brandy.

Then she sat down on a big settee lent back and said: "Beth, now it's time for me to get to know you a little better. Take off your clothes."

Would I ever cease to be amazed by the way she would come up with the unexpected? I did as she asked and at her will stood before.

"Hold up those big breasts of yours, roll them and play with your nipples and show me how hard your can make them", she told me.

I hardly ever looked at myself fully nude in the mirror. Very rarely did I masturbate or play with myself. And yet, here I stood in front of this practically strange woman holding my breasts in my hands and playing with my nipples to make them hard. Then she told me to turn around, bend over right in front of her, spread my legs and reach behind me to pull the cheeks of my behind apart. Again, with no will of my own, I complied.

Slowly she drew a finger up and down between my well lubed lips pushing in first one finger then a second while her thumb was softly grinding my clit. My pulse started to race and it raced even more as she drew a finger from me and started to roll its tip around my anus again.

"Beth Dear "she said, "you do have such a delightful little arse hole, such a delicate brown rosette with such a delicate soft pink lining. Did you like it, when I opened that pretty back door of yours back there on the dance floor?"

"To be quite honest" I replied, "I was overwhelmed and it hurt at first, but it did also give me butterflies in my tummy."

"How delightfully open and honest you are, Beth dear, I promise you, you will be overwhelmed on many more occasions, but you will grow to like it. For the moment though, you deserve a reward. You may lie on your back in front of me here on the carpet, spread your legs and bring yourself off. And you will hold my gaze as you do. I don't want to see any rolling eye balls or closed eyes. You will look into my eyes and when the time is right, you will feel that I am the one who is making you cum." There had been so many firsts for me this evening that this one did not seem to make much difference. With sex being no big thing in my life, I did not masturbate much and certainly had never done so in front of anybody.

So, looking up at her I started to softly stroke my pussy.

"Girl if you don't get a move on," she said after a short while, "we'll be here all night and I have to be at the office early. Now come on, two fingers in your cunt, one in your behind and rub that clit for me."

I did as she told me and to her amused laughter before long I was flapping around on that carpet like a fish on dry land with one orgasmic wave after another sweeping through me. My cunt was streaming and before long I lay spent and exhausted not daring to touch myself further and not wanting to take my hand from my own sex. But my eyes were still wide open, locked in her gaze with which I felt she was looking into my innermost soul and I felt a bond so strong.

She looked down at me and motioned me to come and kneel before her with my legs spread and my hands held behind my head.

"Beth dear, I am going to ask you a few question now and I want you to think carefully before you answer. I'd like to hold that dripping cunt of your in my hand now, stick two fingers into you and softly squeeze that spot inside you, that you clearly and instinctively know so well, but that would distract you and the things I am going to ask you need your full concentration. Beth" she said taking another sip of brandy "you have now begun to understand, what I can do for you and with you. Do you want me to do more?"

I nodded, but she said." Nodding is not enough. I want a clear answer. Do you want me to carry on with you in the way we started tonight?" And looking her straight in the eye I replied: "Yes, Maria."

"Don't be hasty, Beth" she went on "and don't take this lightly. I have taken you through scenes you would not have imagined and I've not let you down. I have taken possession of you in public and it has raised rather than diminished your status, certainly among that crowd of lewd dykes. I have hurt you, but I knew how much you could take and I have been able to make you accept pain, that you would previously have thought unacceptable and finally here before me I have let you experience the fulfilment of an orgasmic surge of a magnitude, you have never imagined possible. You are still dripping and staining my carpet, my dear. No, don't look down you know it's true if I say so. But compared to where I am going to take you, this will seem just a fair ground once you look back. There will be pain there will be pleasure, there will be humiliation and there will be the immense relief you feel when you yield everything to me, when I take you in hand and you become an extension of myself. There will be tears and doubts and regrets and joy, the like of which you have only begun to catch a glimpse of this evening. Now think again Beth, do you want to give yourself up to me and do you want me to take you further on the road on which we started out this evening? It is a road that leads through pain and pleasure it is a road that leads to a place, where you are taken care of."

I thought for a while. My heart was beating fast and I knew I would be crossing a thresh hold. After a moment I said. "Yes Maria, please take me in hand and take me where and how you see fit."

She beckoned me to move closer to her and looking deeply into my eyes she started rolling my nipples between her fingers, which quickly had me moaning again. Then the rolling became harder and before long, her sharp nails were digging into the base of my nipples so hard, I could see the white on the knuckles. The pain was awful. I started to writhe, but she firmly held my burning nipples. I looked pleadingly into her eyes, the voice in my mind begging her to stop, but I wanted to show her, I was good for her and kept my lips sealed. I bit my lips to keep my mouth shut and divert my attention from the pain she was causing me. Her gaze was stone cold her face blurred slowly in my vision from the tears that welled up in my eyes from the physical pain and my emotional suffering and distress. I wanted her to stop and wanted to show her, that I would accept what she had to dish out. After some time, she let go of one nipple and I thought the torment was over only to find that she reached down between my legs, sought out my clit and subjected that to the same harsh nail treatment.

That was too much. I collapsed and lay sobbing at her feet, my nipples and clit burning from her sharp nails and my mind in abject misery that I had failed her.

She stood up and towering over me said: "Get up Beth, you could have done better but for the first time you did OK. Now get dressed and go. Leave your address and phone number on the note pad by the front door. I will call you next time I want you."

And with that she left the room.

1. Lady In Waiting

I was stunned, grateful, perplexed and dumfounded. She had not thrown me out! But she had distanced herself from me and had made it quite clear she would see me, at her pleasure. My needs and desires for her were immaterial.

So I picked up my clothes where I had dropped them at her bidding and got dressed. I could hear her talking in another room and since I could only make out her voice, I assumed an hoped that she was on the phone and nobody had possibly been prying on our very intimate moments past. But even then, I suspected that my privacy and my will were things that just did not count and something tingled inside me at the thought of that. I frightened and lured at the same time. Things she made me do were not my responsibility. I would be able to give myself up to her. I softly walked out of her apartment briefly taking in its tasteful, luscious and clearly very expensive interior and leaving my coordinates as instructed quietly left her realm drawing the door closed behind me.

The following weeks were hell. I had my phone switched to my mobile at all times. If I was in meetings where I had to switch it off, I went out every few minutes to check if she had called me. My performance at the office clearly dropped and colleagues began to ask what was wrong with me. While on the toilet one day, playing with myself and recalling doing so for her pleasure what seemed ages ago already I overheard two colleagues talking about me.

"There is only one explanation," one of them said "she must be head over heals on love." "Plain old Beth" the other replied, "you must be joking". Little did they know how close and how far from the truth they were.

But there was no call from Maria. So I started hanging round outside her flat and once actually saw her drive out of the garage. One evening I stood by a tree near the next corner from her house, I suddenly herd her from close behind me whispering into my ear: "Beth, I told you, I'd call you when I want you. No walk away and don't even look around and don't let you catch me loitering here again. It will be the best thing you can do to make sure that you never see me again."

The one evening with her had taken place in May. Eventually I began to yearn for her commanding less intensely and less frequently and started to get on with my life again. Then one day at work in early November she was on the phone. There was no talking no "Hello" just her voice saying: "Beth, you will be on the pavement outside my front door this evening at 7:30. You will wear a light rain coat, a pair of high heels and some self supporting stockings. Nothing else, is that clear?"

"Maria" I said, but the line was dead.

1. A Walk In The Park

Everything that had calmed down within me broke open once more and again I was in a quandary wanting to comply to her wishes and knowing just that went against everything I had ever believed in. Thought of at last being near her again brought tears to my eyes and the thought of being practically naked on a cold street filled me with horror. You dream of things like that and wake up shaking and now my dream of dreams, being close to her, was to come true by turning horror and shame into reality.

A voice inside me told me to walk away from the whole thing.

Instead, I bought the shoes and stockings, a coat I had, and was at the determined place at the stipulated time in the required condition. I had taken a taxi and was sure that the driver was looking into his rear view mirror more often than he needed. My face and chest were flushed and I could feel my heart pounding as I was sure that everyone could tell that under my coat I was naked. I had turned the collar up and my eyes were cast down as I avoided contact with anyone. I just did not want to be there but made my way right to where she wanted me both physically and emotionally.

I had felt bad enough when I would hang around outside her door, worried that someone might ask me what I was doing there. Now I was practically nude on the pavement. Luckily I was punctual and on the spot of the appointed time Maria stepped out of the doorway to her apartment building. Without a word she walked up to me and took out a dog collar with a lead attached from her pocket. "Raise you hair, Beth", she said and of course I did. She placed the collar round my neck. Its unaccustomed pressure frightened and thrilled me. She gave the leash a light tug and saying: "Let's take you for a little walk, shall we," she said and I followed, slightly bent forward and my eyes downcast, dreading the thought, that anyone might see me. It was dark and wet and the street lights were on. I saw the feet of passers by and I noticed that they did not stop to stare or ask. Quickly, I was in a world of my own with Maria leading the way.

Before long, she turned off into a small park which was even more sparsely lit than the street and then turned off the path. The heels of my shoes sank deeply into the wet grass as she made her way through some bushes and led me to what seemed a secluded clearing. It had a tree in the middle.

By that she stopped, stood me up against it and stepped behind the tree. Without a word she took my arms and before I knew it, my hands were fastened and I was tied to the tree. I went rigid with fear cursing my own stupidity. I started pulling at my bonds and was about to start screaming when Maria's face appeared before my eyes.

"Beth, I am disappointed in you," she said. "Have you lost your trust in me? Don't you want to please me any more?"

"Maria, I'd do anything to please you, but please understand me, I'm not resisting you, I'm just plain scared. I get hysteric when I'm restricted. I am ashamed to show my body and here I am tired to a tree practically stark naked."

"Honey you should be scared. I would be, if I was in your position. But I'm not. You are. And you have let yourself into it. The same way that you let me take your tight little virgin arse hole in full view of everyone on the dance floor, the same way that you stood outside my apartment wearing nothing but this flimsy rain coat. Come on Beth, pull the other one. You would not be here if you did not want it and I'm doing you a favour. Put aside all this phoney modesty crap, Beth. It's not you. You are a randy slut and you want to be fucked. You just want to be fucked silly and pretend. You may pretend it's against your will. But deep down you are wide open. Look, your nipples are rock hard."

She was dead right and saying that the started softly rolling them between her finger tips.

"But Maria, that's just because I'm cold out here" I protested. But she was right of course. The butterflies in my tummy were starting to flap their wings, and I was beginning to like it.

"Oh no, honey, you may be cold but you are randy as a bitch on heat. Believe me, I know and I know you. Shall I prove it to you? Shall I reach down between you legs and check for moisture there? Going by the state of your nipples, I bet your cunt juices are already steaming down the inside of your thighs. Let's have a wager on this shall we? If I'm right, what do I get? What will you give me?"

While she was saying this she was leaning into me and continuing to roll my nipples even more firmly and it sent the butterflies on a rampage. I knew she was right and I hated her and I loved her for it. I was writhing in my bonds one half in desperation, the other I had to admit, in lust. I wanted more. I wanted her to take me here and now. I wanted her to ram her fingers into my cunt and her tongue into my mouth and squeeze my nipples with all her might at the same time.

Of course she was right. My cunt was streaming. I could feel my juice starting to run down the inside of my thigh and she reached down and ran her fingers all around it so that soon, I was swooning again. Suddenly she was gone again and as I came back to earth, she was tugging at my right foot pulling it backwards, then at the left. Before I realised what she was doing she had spread my legs and had also fastened them around the back of the tree so that I could not close them again.

She stood back and looked me up and down with a devilish smile on her face. I hated her and at the same time wanted to thrust my cunt at her, challenger her, make her see that I could take more than she could dish out, make her she that I was stronger than her, that I would swallow her up. But she was onto me.

She went down on me there and then and soon I was the one who was begging, begging for her to send me flying over the moon as I surely would be any moment. But then again she stopped.

I screamed. I was furious. She had shown my weakness and triumphed. There was no challenge in me now.

She rose up with a condescending smile on her face and said: "That was close Beth. But it has shown that you're worth the effort. We will fight. I will win. But you'll be a close second, I'm sure. But we can't have you disturbing the peace here with wild orgasmic howls, can we? So we'll put a stop to those right now." And so saying she took a roll of duck tape from her coat pocket and with horror I watched as she tore off a strip and pasted it over my mouth.

"I'll leave you here to think about this for a bit, Beth, and go across the Park to have a Coffee, and to help you concentrate, I'll place this over your eyes and to so that you don't get bored, when you can't think or sink further, we'll have these little clips on your nipps, shall we?"

A black silk scarf was in her one hand and a pair so nipple clamps in the other. As I was to find out later, they were the gentle kind, Two metal strips with a plastic tip and a little ring to slide up them to fit the tightness of their hold. We were to move on to heavier equipment later, but right now, they had me showing the white of my eyes with fear. I'd never seen anything like it, but their use was obvious. So she set them on my nipples one after the other and as she had said, they hurt a bit, but what was more, they sent a steady stream of stimulant straight into my belly.

My furious screams were muffled by the tapes and I was writhing and tearing at my bonds as she stepped up to me, raised the scarf and closed off the fading daylight from my vision. Suddenly, I was only my senses. I calmed down a little and took stock of my utter helplessness. It wasn't easy but I came round to accept it, only to loose it again, as I heard her whisper in my ear: "Beth honey, I'll be going now," and with a chuckle she added, "don't run away".

And then she was gone. In vain I pulled at my bonds for a bit. I felt the cold on the insides of my wet thighs, I could hear the wind rustle at leaves around me, I heard the traffic from the other side of the park I heard what I assumed were her disappearing foot steps and then there was just me. I tried to relax, tried to get a hold of my self and calm my violently contradictory feelings. To be so completely in her power churned my stomach as much as it made my blood boil.

Eventually I came to grips with the situation, reconciled myself with it and calmed down. To an outsider, my situation was grotesque, ludicrous, dangerous and downright crazy. There I was, cold, practically naked, blindfolded, muffled and tied with my back to a tree, my legs spread and my tits sticking out. But that's what Maria wanted from me and for me. Each time breathing out I let out more of my own volition and took in more of hers with each new breath. She wanted me here like this. I did not want to question that. Time seemed to stand still and I was in a meditative state.

A bolt shot through me. My whole body jerked as something pressed softly directly on my clit. I froze but my mind was racing again. What was this? Who what was this? I had heard no one approaching. Who this stranger, some animal, a stray dog sniffing at me, would its owner come through the bushes any moment and raise mayhem, was it Maria, was it some strange male with God knows what intentions?

But nothing more happened, just the soft pressure on my clit interspersed with the occasional tiny, miniscule movement. Stunned and frozen as I was, this did eventually begin to leave its mark on me. The butterflies started, my bowels began to churn and before long I was involuntarily beginning to gyrate my pelvis trying to rub myself more strongly against whatever it was that was pressing on my button. But to no avail. Whatever it was, that was pressing there followed every movement I made and the moment I stopped, there would be a slight jerk or an increase in pressure. Before long I decided that these were Maria's manipulations and that began to drive me wild. The feeling of being totally exposed to her, totally helpless and being driven to a near sexual frenzy by what was probably just the tip of a her finger started an earthquake inside me. Yes, I wanted her, I wanted to be hers and I relished in the feeling that she was taking me the way she was. Any way would be OK and at that feeling I began to orgasm.

But before the release and all engulfing waves could sweep through me, the pressure und my clit was suddenly gone. I was out on a limb, reeling in outer space, with my air supply cut off.

I felt deceived and mistreated. I had let myself in for this, I had let myself be taken like this and now I was being denied my just and fair reward. I hated her for that. I hated her for the power she had over me and I hated myself for rendering that power to her. Tears began to rise in my eyes and I was left hanging onto that damned tree sobbing and snivelling in anger, sorrow, disillusionment and despair.

Eventually that too passed, and feeling wretched and absolutely miserable I hung there weak kneed with no orientation and a broken spirit.

Then I heard footsteps approaching and Maria calling me softly. Coming to my senses again I raised my head in the direction of her voice.

"Beth Dear, how have you been? You look shattered." She ran up to me and, took off my blind fold and tore the tape from my lips.

"Oh Maria", I said after I had got myself together a bit, "that was cruel."

"What was cruel?" She asked, and I went on to tell her what had happened.

"What are you talking about" she suddenly interrupted me. "These can only be fantasies. Whatever it was, I had nothing to do with it. I was across the park in a café, as I said I would be. And you, you don't even have that little bit of self control to stand here for a few minutes without your sex crazed mind going off on some reverie. Oh you are a good one, you are,"she went on "you with your demure exterior can in the right frame of mind bring yourself off just by thinking about it. Oh, yes Missy, you have a lot to learn. Did I not tell you I'm the one who brings you off? Did I not tell you to restrain yourself? Did I not tell you, not to play with yourself? I did, but what does this little sex-crazed rascal do? She gets herself off by just thinking about it. This is such a breach of trust, a breach of our arrangement, I have a good mind to leave you here and walk away from this whole charade."

"Oh no please, Maria" I begged, "don't leave me here again, please."

"On one condition" she replied. "You will come home with me and you will consent to being severely punished. You will be punished so hard, you will not forget it and you will think of the pain every time you think of the flowing feeling between your legs."

"Maria," I sobbed, " you know I'm at your bidding and I throw myself on your mercy, but please take me away from here."

Quickly she unfastened the cords, replaced the leash to my collar and stormed off dragging me behind. I could hardly keep the raincoat closed.

1. Punished

Back in her apartment she told me to take off my shoes and rain coat and stand in the middle of the room. Without a word she fastened leather cuffs with buckles to my wrists and ankles, fixed a bar between my ankle cuffs so that my legs were spread and briefly standing on a chair quickly looped a cord through a hoop in the ceiling to which she attached both my writs cuffs and pulled them up, and there I was again naked, exposed, immobilised, scared and not able to even say that I wanted none of this. Not that I know whether Maria would have taken any notice of any protest I might utter. I felt as if I was out of my body looking through some kind of veil at the spectacle that was about to unfold. I heard Maria say something and saw the woman who was standing there naked with her arms in the air and her legs spread nod in some form of consent.

Maria went away for a moment and came back with what seemed a kind of fly whisk. The strings seemed sturdier than one would suspect, indeed they were as I soon found out when she started whipping with it. They were made of a mid grade fishing tackle. She started with slow steady strokes on the insides of my upper arms, moved down to my sides, my back, my behind and the outsides of my legs. The first blows stung but they did no more than that. However, the stinging was cumulative and soon I could feel every part of my skin that she had worked on and my heartbeat rose when I realised two things. One was that she had yet to get round to my most sensitive parts and the perverse thought of that sent tremors through my abdomen and warm impulses between my legs. I clenched my muscles there, and of course she noticed.

"Oh, I see you like it," she said. "Well, after that randy exhibition in the park I expect I should not be surprised. But let's just make sure." And so saying she slipped a finger between my nether lips and started working what to my own amazement and to an extent disgust with myself was a well greased furrow.

"Beth dear," Maria said, "You're loving this, aren't you? You are loving this the same way you loved it when I took your arse hole there on the dance floor. You love it, when I take you, and take you I will. I'll take you to another height today, a place you probably have not even dreamt of. Your mind will boggle as your senses wrestle with conflicting messages of pain and pleasure. I will beat you and your cunt will be streaming."

As she was saying this, quite on their own volition, my hips stated to gyrate and respond to and meet the movements of her finger. My body was acting on its own.

I could see Maria leering at me as I looked down and saw my lips slide up and down her glistening hand as it pressed against my sex.

"But don't forget Beth, " she went on, "this is a punishment and a severe one at that" and so saying she took away her hand, I was left high and dry, sorry actually dripping wet, and looked pleadingly at her as she raised her arm and stuck a first blow on my breast.

A first yell of shock, protest and pain escaped my lips. She smiled and said: "Beth, dear, that is music to my ears. Watch me; I'll really make you sing today."

She worked my tits for a while, moved on to my inner thighs and the stepped back. With horror and abandon I looked into her eyes and saw the ice cold smile she wore as she swung upwards and the first stroke hit my flushed sex.

This time I screamed and again, while it was not so much the actual pain, which was bad enough, it was the absolute incredulity that something like what I was experiencing was actually happening and happening to me.

She could read my mind, I felt, as she said: "Yes, Beth my darling, scream. And as you get used to the feeling of being accessible to a beating on your innermost, secret and delicate parts, which shocks you now, we will increase the pain, so you'll keep singing for me. Yes?"

And so saying she put down her fly whisk and come back with a more study implement. Strings not just strands now protruded from the handle. "The next one will have knots on the end and then we'll move on to leather, Beth, so you see, we have a lot of time and a long way to go before you will actually reach punishment level and make the acquaintance with my friend, the cane. He will really mark you. You might even bleed a bit."

The mere thought of that sent a flood of dread and self pity through me and the first wave of tears filled my eyes.

"Oh Beth dear," Maria said, "don't be such a cry baby. Of course I want you to yell and cry salty tears, but let's have a bit of a reason". So saying she placed two clamps on my nipples and two more on my labia, duly checking and finding confirmation that the flow of juices from m sexual agitation had not abated and while doing so, she briefly shoved a finger into my behind. The clamps were later followed by a pair of vicious crocodile clips but by that time my mind seemed to have taken a time out and I seemed impervious to pain, once the initial sharp pang had subsided.

By the time we reached that stage, my whole body was bright red, my skin was tender, bruised and swollen everywhere and Maria had given me a couple of moments rest where she had replenished my metabolism depleted through copious sweat, running juices and streaming tears with the occasional drink of cold water. And just to make sure that the message that I was being taken and had no say in what went on with me; she unceremoniously shoved a butt plug into my arse after she had suitably greased it with my own juices - to round off the picture, as she called it.

But then came what she called her piece de resistance – the cane.

"Beth dear," she said, " you have been so good and so brave and so wonderfully docile so far, that you have slated my thirst for revenge and my anger after that shameful breach of trust in the park. That is very important, you know, because what comes now – the cane - should be administered with a very clear and a very calm frame of mind, free from any emotion of anger and felt deceit. Too much and irreparable damage might ensue. When beating someone with a cane, much as you might like to, you must not lay into that person in wild abandon. I must say, sometimes I really do like to thrash the living daylights out of somebody, but even there, the beast must be restrained. But that, my dear, will, if ever come much further down the road of our little punishment session today. You see, after all the floggers and straps and what have you, your flesh is now so stretched, so swollen, so turgid with blood. That is actually what is causing the constant droning of pain in your mind. This cane will land on something that is just short of an open wound. Beth, this really will make you howl and so, like a trumpet player we'll muffle you a bit with this ball gag. It also has the wonderful effect of making its wearer drool copiously. And I do look forward to snivelling, slobbering tear streaming Beth."

I offered no resistance and stared at her blankly as she placed the gag in my mouth.

Then the first stroke of the cane hit my right breast and I fainted.

I came around again to find myself lying on my back on the floor with Maria kneeling by my side gently patting my cheek. My hands were still tied and above my head and my legs were still spread, but she evidently cut the rope that had held me upright until I passed out.

"Oh there she is again" Maria said, as she smiled at me, "a good old dose of smelling salts and a horizontal position normally does the trick. Now, Beth my dear, collect your thoughts and tell me where you are and why you are here and what we were doing before your mind and body decided they had had enough – without asking permission, which, I may indicate is again a punishable misdemeanour."

"Maria, we are at your apartment and you were punishing me."

"Why am I punishing you" she asked.

I should have shouted: "Because you are a nasty vicious, sadistic and cruel bitch and I hope your rotten body and soul slowly roast and rot in hell until the end of time." But I had learnt - about myself too – and knew better.

"Because I had let you down, Maria" I said instead.

"How did you let me down?" She went on.

"I let myself be aroused by a strange and unseen person and would have given myself up to whoever it was and let myself cum, knowing full well that orgasms I have I have only with your explicit permission. I did not summon up the necessary discipline to channel and control my body so that I am no longer driven by its functions."

"And why do you need that kind of self discipline" she went on.

"I need it so that when I have learnt all I need to learn I can control my self better, decide what I want and do it, give my life and my person focus and direction so that I am not constantly side tracked by bodily yearnings or emotional whims. "

"And where do I come into that?"

"I hope that by giving myself into your hands and letting you decide what and how I can experience what it is like not to be driven by my own vague notions but learn to act with a clear goal and a purpose. I have learnt a lot, but I fear I still have a lot to learn. Otherwise I would not be where I am. I just hope you are not too disappointed that I failed to accept all you had to hand out".

"Well spoken" she said, "and yes, it would have been a great achievement for you, had you stayed the course, and you would have had something to be proud about, but as it went, I think we really did stretch your boundaries today and don't forget, we aren't finished yet. Beth dear, I decide when a session is over, not you, even if you faint. When you do, we bring you round again and pick up the thread."

My heart sank and again I felt I was going to be sick. Could she be serious? My whole body felt bruised and sore and she wanted to carry on tormenting me? I knew I had no option and in abject despair and misery a new flood of tears blurred my vision of her calm face.

She wiped away my tears and said "Oh come Beth, don't be so silly and don't be such a cry baby. You have not begun to understand the whole process of your being taken in hand by me. It is not to just to cause you pain and it is not just to give me pleasure, and as I recall earlier moments today, Beth, the pleasure is certainly not only mine, is it not.? "

I nodded assent. She was right. She could do things with me that drove me to levels of sensation and pleasure which I had previously been unable to even imagine.

"There is no point in repeating an exercise at which with you have failed" she went on, unless you change the parameters. If you don't, you'll just fail once more and in your case pass out and what would we have learnt from that? No Beth, that would really be a waste of time. We will carry on and we will do it differently and see if we can get you through the course that way. The course states that you will receive a caning as the last element of correction and concentration. I thought before that you had come far enough for us to just sail through that last section, but I obviously overestimated you there. I am sorry about that and you will get brownie points for that, but before we will get back to the task at hand in a way that is manageable for you. A caning you will have, but you will know what and how much you will receive, you will know where you will be marked and you will know how much more you have to take before it is over. Will you try to go along with me?"

I looked at her for a long time and then again nodded my assent. The idea of telling her just to fuck off did not enter my mind. I no longer had a mind of my own. Her will was mine, it should be done.

"Beth, you are such a good girl" she went on. "The blemish form your unspeakable behaviour is rubbed off and since it is so unspeakable; we won't even mention it ever again. There is no remorse, no remaining reproach, and you, I think have learnt a lot and are closer to your goal.

Now we will unfasten your bonds. You will remain where you are and spread your arms and legs. I will take each arm and place two stinging tram lines of the cane on the inside of each upper arm. I will take each leg and place two similar marks on the inside of your thighs. Then I will place two more similar marks on your belly. If you need time then to recover, you may have it. If not we will go on. You will then stand with legs spread touching your toes and I will place a two kisses of the cane on each one of your cheeks and on the back of each thigh. By that time, you may be close to collapsing and passing out again. To prevent that you will go to your knees, legs spread, face to the carpet and you will reach around behind you, pull apart your cheeks, and present me your bulging anus, so yearning for penetration – but that will not happen today. Thus you will help me place the crowing touch to today's session as one last stinging strike lands smack along the length of the crack between your cheeks and on your yearning posterior opening."

Again, tears of dread and self pity of abject hopelessness knowing that I would not have the strength to resist, that she had complete power over me, filled my eyes. She waited for a while and softly kissed me on each cheek as I once again nodded consent.

And then she went on, reliable as clockwork, to ravish, pain and mark me in exactly the way she had described. I complied and, as she had predicted, even helped her do it.

1. The reward

When that last singeing strike fell and set my back door on fire, I collapsed on the floor. I was sobbing uncontrollably and I began to shake all over. I just could not stop it. Maria placed a warm blanket over me knelt down again, placed my head on her lap and gently stroked my face until what seemed an eternity later, I at last began to calm down.

"Beth," she said eventually, "that first night on the dance floor I knew you were the right girl for me. Thank you. Now I will bring you to my guest room where you may recuperate at your leisure. You will find plenty of cold cream and other soothing lotions, some fruit and light refreshment, a bath, a shower and a warm bed if you want it. Use it at your discretion, if you like, sleep, sleep for as long as you like and need and reappear whenever you are ready. You will find some fresh clothes in the wardrobe. And when you do I will be waiting for you with your reward." And so saying she quietly left the room and closed the door behind her.

I did as she suggested but only after another outbreak of tears after I looked at myself in the full length mirror in the bath room. Every memory of every blow from every instrument seemed to jump back into my mind again and the cane marks burnt like fire. But as I stood there feeling so abjectly miserable bewailing what I had allowed to be done to me, unable to comprehend, why I had done it, slowly a feeling of pride arose on me. Not many would have been able to go through this torment. I had outgrown myself, I had surpassed Maria's expectations I was becoming a new person who had know the depth to begin to find a feeling and a taste for the heights. I soaked in the tub for a while, drank some fruit juice, used up on bottle of her lotion and then slid between the cool silken sheets of her bed. Totally spent, I was out like a light.

When I awoke it was mid morning the next day. I got up, had a shower and used plenty more of her lotion. Most of my skin had recovered, but the cane bites still stood out as if I had been branded, even though they did not hurt quite as much as they had done yesterday.

While under the shower I did start to play with myself and I was soon on the way to a big orgasm. But I desisted and controlled myself and felt all the better for doing so. It was not the fear that Maria would find out and beat me again that made me stop, but the cool rational realisation that if I did, yesterday would have been a complete waste of time and I would be back to square one. Absurd as it may sound, I felt sure that by desisting and allowing Maria to take charge of me I was moving ahead to my goal of self determination.

I went to the wardrobe and there found a vey light white bra, but no panties and a very light silk dress with a top and a flared skirt. Both fitted me nicely, showing me again how much Maria knew about me and how she was taking charge of me. The dress just rested lightly on my bruises, where Maria's cane had bitten me so savagely and made me remember who, what and where I was. Properly attired I left the room and went down the corridor to look for Maria. I found her in the salon reclining in her chair and reading.

"Oh there you are at last, Beth", she said and smiled pleasantly. "You had a lot to sleep off, didn't you? Are you refreshed now?" she asked. I affirmed and she beckoned me over to her. "Let me have a look at you, turn around". So saying she lifted the skirt of my dress and softly ran her finger tips over the wielded buns. "Gosh, such marks," She said. "I did go to town on you, did I not? Do they still hurt?"

"Only when you touch them and bring back the memory of their origin" I replied.

"Beth dear, I would like to mark you in some way that will make you think about me and about me taking charge of you at any point in time. Perhaps a ring through a nipple or even your clit hood will do the trick. But we'll think about that later.

For the time being, my dear, as a reward for your good behaviour and your readiness to learn I will allow you to tread another path on the way that leads to my pleasure. Place your hands behind your back, get down on your knees, put your head under my skirt, lick my cunt and bring me off.

My copious tears of happiness mixed with her love juices as I eagerly complied.

1. A Taste Of Ginger

One evening Maria called me to tell me that she had just learnt about something she was keen to try out with me. It would, if it did what it claimed, probably leave me howling but would no doubt be a lot of fun and she was not sure whether any of her other subs were up to what it entailed. When she said "entailed" I could hear her chuckle to herself over the phone.

The next day after work, I was to buy a hand of very fresh ginger roots and be at her doorstep at 7 p.m. sharp. I bought a ginger root in an Asian store during the day. On the spot of seven I rang her bell and immediately the buzzer sounded. Sometimes she would let me wait with a palpitating heart for what seemed hours. As I approached the door to her apartment, it opened and I entered. "Give me the Ginger" she said "and then normal routine. I will be in the salon." That meant naked, on my knees, straight back and hands behind my neck. So I stripped naked in the hall, hung up my clothes walked into the salon and knelt down before her in the required position. The carpet under my feet was thick and soft and Maria was leaning back in her sofa.

She reached forward and started to softly stroke my face. "Beth," she said, "you are so lovely and I do appreciate your trust and your obedience. So far, in all our interaction, you have known me as a person, who knows what she is doing. Today in a small way, that will change. I want to try something on you, I have never tried before. I understand, that it can be both hellishly as well as deliciously painful, but I cannot tell, how painful. All I know is that it is ultimately not harmful, and while it does, I am told, sting like hell, it will not mark you in any way. So, for a change, I am asking you: Will you go along and accept what I have to dish out."

Of course I was scared, but that's what I liked about our whole arrangement. I had also developed an ability to accept pain as something not to rebel against but to be accepted in the same way as other stimuli to my senses and sentiments and so it was a foregone conclusion for me to nod my consent and say: "Maria, as always, while I beg for the kindness and mercy which I know you will ultimately always show me, I am yours to treat as you see fit and accept what you have to give."

She gently looked into my eyes and without a word reached between my legs started working a finger or two between my labia, which were quickly soaked in my juices and allowed her easy access to both my openings, while she continued to alternately stroke my face and to softy tweak my nipple. Trying to preserve the moment I tried to hold off the coming climax, but my ingrained lust and her expert fingers were no match for me and before long my hips began to gyrate. "You may come on my hand at your pleasure, dear Beth", she whispered and smiled, and that was enough to set the waves sweeping through me.

When I had calmed down on the still held hand she slowly withdrew it and lavishly smothered my face with my own cum. "Lick my hand, Beth dear" she said, "we don't want you dripping and spoiling the carpet, do we."

Then she stood up and walked over to her kitchen signalling for me to do the same and follow her. There she broke off two large fingers of Ginger. With a vegetable peeler she removed the brown skin and with a paring knife shaped these into plug form with a diameter of 1.5 inches and one about 5 and the other 6 inches long. I stood and watched and, getting a pretty good notion where these were going, quickly became both intrigued and worried.

At the end of each plug she carved a waist and left a thick knot unpeeled for her to hold. The kitchen was full of the scent of ginger and that added to my excitement.

She placed both plugs into a bowl of water which she took up und again motioning me to follow went into her studio.

A small movement of her finger told me what to do and in no time I was flat on my belly on the padded bench with my wrists and ankles shackled to its frame and my posterior and nether parts spread about as wildly as they could be. I used to hate being exposed like that but as ever I melted under her gaze and a tingling sensation spread through me which I tried to savour more intensely by clenching my anus.

"Oh Beth, you randy darling" I heard Maria laugh. "It won't be long now. As you will have surmised, these are going inside you and the pain, they say, is both excruciating and cruelly stimulating. We can't use any lube on these, so I'll ease their entry a little." And so saying, in the mirrors that surrounded the walls of the studio, I saw her kneel down behind me. She placed her hands on my cheeks to spread them even more and then my mind nearly exploded as the tip of her tongue touched my anus. Warmth hitherto unknown spread through me. Round and round, in and out went her tongue and each time I tried to open myself more to her, tried to draw her into me.

At times she would relent, lean back a little and say: "Beth," make that delicious arsehole of yours wink at me and push it out to let me see how much you want it".

I did. She smiled and went back to her rimming. Then I saw her place some spit on her finger tip and having prepared me so well, her entry into my behind met with no resistance. Instead, I wanted more and pushed up against her.

The she withdrew her finger and I felt the cold tip of the ginger plug on my warm and open rosette. There was a brief moment of resistance first, but then little by little the root slid slowly into my arsehole. The fresh ginger was slick enough to slide in quite easily.

Then, nothing happened.

Was this what all the fuss was about, I asked myself and using my muscles I tried to suck a little with my sphincter at the root. Still there was nothing! Just the feeling of a filled anus – same as with any other normal butt plug. I felt disappointed and felt sorry for Maria. She had set so much on this and now, nothing seemed to be happening. I hoped my arsehole was not somehow deficient in sensory perception, and that I would not disappoint her, but it had behaved well enough when she was rimming me. In the mirror I could see Maria just looking on.

But soon enough I began to feel something – a fine soft stinging first. It seemed to increase slowly. After a few minutes I felt it strongly. The ginger root began to burn. And soon the intensity of the burn was so bad that I clenched my cheeks to ward off the pain. But doing that only made the pain more intense. And on top of the pain, I felt my cunt beginning to get wet. It was incredible, and by the smile I noticed on Maria's face I saw that she too had noted this very peculiar and contradictory development. After two minutes more my cunt was so dripping. I could feel my wetness spread on the whole cushion of the bench. By now my arsehole and my whole inside seemed to be on fire.

I became distracted and as much as my bonds would allow, began to fidget, which caused Maria to take a strap and start to beat my behind saying: "Hold still Beth, concentre on the ginger and stick to your promise." But much as I tried, the strapping only helped to increase the fire inside my bowels.

I was writhing on the bench when Maria took the second ginger plug and began to rub my flaps and my clit with it. Here too it was at first no different from anything I had known from a normal dildo. But that soon changed. It was like eating chilli. It burns and the only thing that will make it burn less for a brief moment is to each more chilli. Maria inserted the ginger plug in my cunt and began to screw me with it firmly. By now, in spite of all the burning and the strap, or perhaps because of that or both, what I needed the most in this moment – and nobody on the world would have been able to stop me– was an orgasm given by this devilish fire-plug in my gasping asshole and the fire in my cunt. In, out, in, out, in, out... I let go all self restraint and fucked my arse and my cunt against both of them like a dog in heat, crying loudly my lust. I lost all dignity, all control, was nearly as an animal. My cunt was as a tiger, my clit as a fireball and in my ass a nuclear meltdown. All sense had left my and my body screamed for more. Eventually I exploded and it just went on and on.

Was it lust? Was it pain? I could not tell the difference. My entire bottom and the whole cunt area were pulsating. I felt completely spent. But slowly, almost to my regret, the heat inside me subsided. I was still horny, but I could feel the intensity fading away. Ten minutes later all was over. The magic of the ginger root was gone, and I was resting on the bench, breathing deeply and whishing to be nowhere else, just here.

All the while, Maria just looked on in amazement. She had not touched me since the last blow with her strap, which had sent me flying. It was the ginger that brought me off in a searing crescendo.

Eventually she too recovered. Gently she took the plugs out of my holes, unfastened my shackles, raised me to my feel and placing my arm around her shoulder and hers around my waist walked me with my wobbly legs back to her salon. Her support felt wonderful. I knew this feeling of having her support me would go far beyond this actual moment and I knew that no matter how cruelly, heartlessly, she treated my body, no matter how much she seemed to humiliate me in public or in private, if there was one person who wanted my own good and whom I could count of for support, it would be Maria.

Mind you, the kind of support she gave, I know, would be unusual.

1. Presented

We were at her place. As usual, I was naked from the waist downward. She was sitting on her settee; I was draped across her lap. She was on the phone and with her other hand caressing my behind. Her hand would rove over my globes and roam over the back of my thighs, occasionally dipping deeper into my increasingly humid crotch. Sometimes the finger would dwell on my rosette and playfully dip into that a little. She could go on like that for hours and drive me deliciously mad doing so.

The doorbell rang and she told me to open it. "Oh please Maria, "I said, "I can't go to the door like this." One look from her told me that I could.

With a beating heart I opened the door and tried to hide my nakedness. Outside stood an elegant brunette somewhere in her 30s.

"Who are you?" She said cocking her hear and smiling. "I was expecting Maria."

"Oh, she's inside" I replied, "She asked me to open the door for you. Why don't you come in.?"

She stepped inside and there was no more hiding. She was startled for a moment, then showed an amused smile and gleefully eyed my up and down. Never had I been eyed up and down with such a lecherous leer on the persons face as at that moment. Pride welled up inside me. Maria wanted her to see me like this and I wanted her to know that Maria wanted it. What I had previously thought impossible came about. I let her stare and proudly looked her in the eye.

"May I take your coat?" I said.

"You may indeed", she replied "and if the looks of your naked nether parts say anything, you might take a lot more than just my coat before long", she went on with a mischievous smile. I shrugged my shoulders, hung up her coat and motioned her to follow me.

"Honey, you don't have to show me around this flat," she said, "I probably know it better than you, but just walk right ahead so I can savour that gorgeous arse of yours" she went on with a lewd grin.

We walked down the hall to Maria's salon. As we came in she rose and gave the newcomer a polite embrace.

"Stella, you haven't been here for ages," Maria said, "How can you stand it without my ministrations?"

They talked for a while and then sat down and Maria motioned for me to come and sit beside her on the settee which I promptly did. I cuddled up to her, drew my knees up to my chest and quickly drew my t-shit over my legs. Maria put her arm around my shoulder only to overtly pass her hand into my shirt and started to roll my nipples.

Stella smiled and I looked back at her with a provocative glare thinking: There you are you stupid cow, now you see who's top dog here. I'm hers for you to see.

"So Maria, this must be your latest conquest".

Maria told how she had taken me at the club that first night and they talked about me as if I wasn't there. She said, and I loved to hear it, how pleased she was that I had learnt to orgasm quickly and had become quite a squirter, how, with her training, I had learnt to relax my sphincter and how easily I accessible my back door had become since then.

After a while, Stella, who had listened and smiled, said: "My I try her?"

And Maria replied the unthinkable. "Yes, of course my Dear, do help yourself."

A brief "No" escaped my lips and I looked pleadingly at Maria only to find her gaze ice cold and clear. There was no way for me but to comply.

Stella rose from her chair, came across to where we were sitting. She knelt down before me. I was still clutching the hem of my shirt and with a smile; she took hold of my writs and made me raise my shirt for her. I was so confused that I did not even let go and in a way, she made me do it for her. Then, still looking into my eyes she placed her hands on the inside of my knees and gently spread the as far as she could. A voice inside me was screaming, begging her to stop, but I looked into Marias eyes and no sound passed my lips. I was hers.

"Oh Maria, isn't she pretty" Stella exclaimed. You have trimmed her pubes so nicely and she has such lovely lips. I particularly like the way her labia and her clit show through her crack and that brown rosette is just too inviting." So saying, she started to gently run a finger up and down my pussy and over my anus.

I hated it because I knew that before long I would become aroused and soon afterwards my arousal would show. And so it was not long before Stella commented to Maria that I was getting wet and started to plough my furrow more deeply.

Still I looked pleadingly at Maria who was still rolling my nipple. Of course she knew my predicament, but, as I might have expected, she did not come to my rescue. Instead she savoured my suffering and smiled, shook her head and said: "Beth, dear, she's our guest: We must be polite and not deny her such a charming request to have a look at or play with those delicious secret parts of yours. And why shouldn't she? After all, we're all girls here aren't we? But Beth, don't you dare cum, no matter what she does. She can look, she can feel, she can tease or even taste, but you will remember, that I'm the one who calls the shots, I'm the one who says what goes and what does not and I'm the only one who makes you cum."

And Stella looked at me and smiled. Her smile was a challenge.

She ran her finger up and down my crack und pulled me wide open softly blowing on the wet and swollen tissue making me shudder and even more aroused. Then she pulled my cheeks apart and spread my arse hole.

"Oh, how lovely, Maria," she exclaims" she's so lovely and chocolaty around the edge and so deliciously pink inside. I'm sure I'll have to taste her." And so saying, she flicked the tip of her tongue over my sensitive anal opening.

In desperation I sought Marias eyes and hung on her gaze, trying to concentrate on not cuming. I so wanted to show her that I can hold myself back and be only hers to make me cum. But it was hard. It was particularly hard because I sensed that she wanted me to fail. I could see it in her eyes. It was boggling my poor confused mind. By doing what she was telling me to do, I was going against her wishes. Either way I would loose and it dawned on me again that as far as Maria went, my feelings and thought were of no relevance. I did not need to understand why she did this or that with me. To be done to by her was my role and as long as she did something, it was good enough for me. The months long neglect after our first encounter had made that clear to me.

Stella has slid one and soon after two fingers into my cunt and was softly sliding in and out and then moved her attention down a peg to my rear door. With the abundant mucus form my vagina she started to lubricate my rear door. I knew only too well, what would be coming soon and who would be cuming because of that. But I resisted. I did not want to let her win. She tried to stick a finger into my bottom, but I clinched up tightly to resist this invasion.

"Oh Maria," she said, "I thought you said she was well trained and accessible. But right now just as I'm trying to get into her back door she seizes up on me. Her ring is hard as stone here."

"Stella, I don't know you as someone who will be held off. If you want to go into her bottom, go in, and don't let a silly girl who doesn't know what's good for her, stop you."

So Stella pressed. She pressed harder. It hurt but I realised I had no chance but to let go and soon her finger was inside my bum up to the hilt.

"Ah, that's better," I heard her say "it's a lovely muscular channel, isn't it?"

Maria went on to tell her, how she penetrated me there on the dance floor on our first encounter. "What, like this and on a public dance floor?" Stella asked. "Maria you are a devil, you really are." They both laughed a lot.

Before long, she had a second finger in my bum and two fingers of her other hand up my cunt. She turned her cunt hand so her fingers faced up and I as good as knew, I had no chance to beat her off once she started to curl them on my G-spot.

With my bum deliciously stretched and my rosette tingling, her palpitations on the inside of my vagina, my insides started to quiver. I hated her. I hated what she is doing to me. I hated Maria for letting her have her way with me and not protecting me. And at the same time I knew she would punish me, if I did not pull myself together and I knew that at the same time she wanted me to fail so that she could punish me for gushing, and gush I would, I knew that , against her orders, and lastly I hated myself for being here and loved every minute of it.

Tears of desperation welled up in my eyes and ran over my cheeks. Maria kissed them away but did not cease to torment my nipple. In fact, she brought her other hand into play on the other one.

Then I felt Stella's lips close around my clit and a few moments later the dam broke and the flood gates split wide open. With my lips pressed tightly still trying it resist I started to spasm and spent copiously all over Stella's face. A violent orgasm swept through me and had Maria not held me firmly in her arms, I'm sure I would have collapsed and fallen off the sofa. When I came round again, I saw Stella looking up at me all wet from my juices like a cat that's licked the cream and a wide triumphant smile on her face.

Again, they both laughed and Maria said: "Oh Stella, you are a one! Now look at what you've made her do. And you've got her into trouble as well. I should punish the pair of you. But we'll start with young Beth here first. Go fetch your paddle Beth."

I could not believe it. She was going to beat me here in front of this woman who was the cause of all this.

Apart from the first episode in the club, our sessions had always been in private. Now me, my suffering and my tears where to be further exhibited in front of a stranger. Maria had started to beat me after that round in the park where until now she left me uncertain, whether it was she or someone else who had dipped their finger on my clit and driven me nearly out of my mind. But same as now, she insisted then, that I must be beaten for failing her and being such a sex craving slut. It had become part of our routine, part of our game. Her beatings stung like hell but soon I found they got me wild and horny when she stopped and often enough, she would fuck me afterwards or make me get myself off in front of her.

And so I stood up and with eyes cast down full of frustration and shame walked over to the chest of drawers in the hall where I knew she kept the paddle with which to beat me.

She told Stella to come an sit next to her and then told me to place myself across her lap. She parted her legs and I stood between them and laid myself down across her one thigh. Of course my face came to rest right in Stella's lap. Maria hooked her free leg over my inside led and with the other one, the one I was resting on pushed my outer leg outwards so that I ended up arse up and legs spread widely. .

Then she started crooning. "Oh this lovely bottom is going to be so red. It might even be bruised. Such a pity but what are we to do if its owner has so little will power and cannot control herself. We'll have to teach her a lesson in self control so that she learns to behave." She went on an on like this and all the time she was drawing her fingers over my cheeks and up and down the crack between them, which, thanks to the way she was spreading my legs, was wide open right down to my still wet pussy. Her finger tip would even linger occasionally on my rosette.

Eventually she started hitting my behind with the paddle and my thighs and even the insides of my thighs were not spared. She started quite gently but before long the whole area was stinging and I felt it pulsating. As she continued to increase the intensity and frequency of her strokes I began to squirm and wriggle.

"Stella," she is getting restless here, I heard her say, "take her arms and hold them on her back so we'll have less of this nonsense". And Stella caught hold of both my writs folded them behind my back and held them fast by leaning on me. The consequence of that was, that my face was pressed firmly into her lap and wave of resentment and even hate welled up inside me, as I felt her stating to rub herself against me. I knew it made no sense and would possibly even make things worse if I started to protest, begging Maria to stop, begging her not to let this woman use force on me, begging her not to let this woman use me for her pleasure. My muffled cries into her lap brought only laughter and more stinging blows.

The beating just seemed to go on an on, I was howling not so much in pain, even though that was bad enough but more from the indignation and the humiliation to which these two women were subjecting me. Tears were streaming from my eyes and I was slobbering into Stella's lap and hating myself know she would be revelling in precisely that idea but I felt unable to do anything about it.

Suddenly the beating stopped. "Keep holding her" I heard Maria say and as I began to calm down and the stinging subsided, I could feel the warmth and the horniness in my pussy and my anus start to pulsate. Maria even commented upon it drawing Stella's attention to the contractions of my arse hole, the flushed and engorged state of my inner an outer lips.

"Now you watch this closely Stella," she will start to contract more and more trying to stimulate herself and before long we'll see her clit poking its naughty head out of her crack". And of course she was right. By now I was dying for someone to touch my yearning cunt and bring me off.

Eventually, Maria in her kindness complied with my desires. She slipped two fingers into my cunt and I could feel her thumb press on my rear door. There was nothing gentle there. She was demanding entry. I had grown to like her taking me at that end, but even though Stella had been there not long ago, the heat of the beating and my being on heat must have dried up any lubrication that had been there. Maria pressed. I winced because it hurt like hell. I tried to relax and open up, but I was too dry. Eventually she kindly brought up some juice from my dripping cunt and her welcome thumb slid into my rear passage without too much pain and settled there much to my liking.

"You can let go of her now" she said to Stella, "I've got a firm grip on her, one that I know she'll not want to wriggle out of." And so saying, she reached under me with her other hand and softly started stroking my clit.

Sometimes she would draw out my cuming with excruciating agony and I loved the way she could hold me quivering in anticipation and wild palpitations just under the summit and take me down and bring just up to the edge time and time again. But this time it all went faster then I would have liked. She just mechanically fucked me with her thumb and fingers in both my openings like she was giving me a quick rub down. She gave me an orgasm but no unnecessary pleasure. I could hardly get into the swing of things before my through beating and stimulation over excited sex exploded sending wild spasms through my body and as in the beating, I was soon flapping about on their laps again like a fish on dry land.

In the throws of it, Maria pushed me off her lap and I lay at their feet shattered, gasping for air, tear stained and spent.

But looking up, I saw Maria smiling at me. I had made her happy. That was what counted.

1. The Breaking of Stella

Then she turned to Stella and said: "Well, Stella, this is all well and good, but this is not what you came here for is it."

"Well", Stella replied, "I did hope to see you in a personal matter, but I see you're busy and I think I'll be on my way."

"What a load of rot" shouted Maria and I was stunned to see her so furious with the same person with who just a few moments ago she had assisted her in my ordeal.

"Stella, you came here with a purpose, a very clear purpose and a very singular purpose. You only come here for that very purpose, there is no other. It is a core purpose in your life and now you want us to believe you just came for a cup of tea."

Maria grabbed a fist full of Stella's hair pulled her face close to her and went on to say: "Don't try playing the fool with me here Stella and don't you dare try and mess me about. You were happy enough to maltreat little Beth here and now you want to run off. Well, little Beth was just as puzzled and embarrassed as you might be, because so far, what goes on between her and me stays between ourselves, unless we're at our little club of course, and if I think that Beth can be subjected to having another woman around while I torment her, and if I think that Beth can even handle it if that women assists in her torment, then you will respect and accept my judgement where you are concerned. I call the shots and I decide what goes on here. You don't come walking in here, tickle a little girl's bum hole and fanny, get yourself off by rubbing yourself against her face while I beat her and then walk off. "

All the while, she was shaking Stella's head who was looking at her wide eyes and scared. Finally she spat in Stella's face and pushed her away.

"Now you tell us what you're here for" she shouted.

Stella's lips trembled and tears were in her eyes as she pleaded: "Please Maria, don't make me say it. Not in front of her, please. It's a secret. It's only for you and me".

"Don't talk such a load of crap", Maria shouted again and taking a swing slapped Stella's face.

"You did not mind being let into Beth's little secret did, you? I'm sure she felt betrayed and confused when I let you bring her off. I could have stopped the show but I did not, and now it's you turn. Beth will witness the spectacle of your humiliation. She will see how you grovel when it is your turn. How you give yourself up to me and accept pain and degradation as I see fit. Now one last time, why are you here?"

"To be the object of your lust, Maria," Stella finally mumbled.

"The object of my lust?" Maria sneered "Oh, you'd love that wouldn't you. If you were the object of my lust, that would mean, I want you. It would mean you mean something to me. Well ducky my lust doesn't even enter into it and let me tell you, don't be so presumptuous. It takes a lot more than a piddling woman like you to get it going. You came here for something specific. Name it!"

"I came here for you to make love to me", Stella whimpered.

"Make love to you?" Maria shouted "That's some notion of love you have. No, Stella you came here to be fucked, did you not?

"Yes Maria" Stella said.

"Then say so you idiot" Maria shouted.

"Yes Maria" Stella went o "I came here for you to fuck me. Please take me, fuck, me do what you want with me, take my body and my mind. They are yours."

"I'm not even sure I'd want them" Maria snorted. "But there is something else you came here for, is there not. Something, that leaves nice stripes and bruises on your behind and on the back of your thighs. Something, that takes place before the fun part, the fucking, even if it is in both holes and painful."

"Yes Maria, I came her also for you to beat me," Stella said in tears. "I like you to beat me and make me suffer before you fuck me. I like you to mark me so that for days afterwards I can trace my finger tip along each weld, press on each bruise and savour the idea that it was you who has left her mark on me. I wear those secret marks so proudly."

"Well that took long enough did it not", Maria said with a sigh. "But there we have it at last. So, Stella, you don't mind if little Beth here looks on, while I beat and fuck you?"

"No, Maria, if that is what you wish."

"Fine", Maria went on. "So how many strokes of the cane shall it be Stella. We'll get down to brass tacks right away and not bother with whips and such things today. A dozen strokes? I think that will be a good number, don't you?"

"I don't know Maria" Stella said "So far I've only had ten at the most, and I nearly passed out then."

"Oh yes I know", Maria said, "little Beth here passed out the other day as well. But I think your arse is fit for a dozen today. You had such fun with Beth here you should pay a price for that."

"Now if you are not stark naked and on your knees in one moment, you will be out of here on your arse and never to come back in the next", Maria shouted at her.

All confidence had left Stella. Nervously she nestled at the buttons of her dress and she stepped nervously form one foot to the other while she fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Soon enough she was where Maria wanted her and what a change that was. No longer did I see that smirk and that challenge in her eye daring me to resist her as I felt her tongue play around my clit as her fingers toyed with my openings. There she was on her knees, legs spread, eyes down cast and chest out.

"Beth dear," Maria said to me. "Now go to my bedroom. In the drawer of my dressing table you will find a contraption whose purpose should be pretty clear to you when you see it. Fetch it for me please and when you come back, go through the landing and bring one of the canes you find in the umbrella stand as well. "

To be allowed into the privacy of Maria's bedroom was new to me and I felt privileged. My feet sunk deeply into the rich pile of the carpet and I saw her large bed and high built in wardrobes. Wondering what they held I made my way to the bay window where her dressing table stood and opened its drawer. I must admit, I was not altogether surprised when I saw its content, a strap-on dildo. Mind you, it would not have been Maria's had it not been a bit special. Its size was not enormous, but the strap that went between the legs of the person wearing it had tow plugs attached to it, one larger than the other. I was easy to guess what they were for.

I don't normally like fake dicks and things but this would be different and I looked forward to being at the receiving end of this thing hopefully before long, I picked it up and walked back down the corridor to the umbrella stand in the landing. There were several canes and some riding crops there. With a smile of malevolence I took the cane that was most heavy. It was more like a stick. There was hardly and give in it at all.

"Well done, Beth", Maria said as I re-entered her drawing room where I found her standing in front of the kneeling Stella holding hear pleading face in her hands as she looked down into her tear filled eyes. I noticed she was softly shaking her head and assumed that Stella had pleaded with her some more. "How silly" I thought to myself. Even I knew that Maria would not go back on a decision. She pushed Stella's face into her crotch and lewdly rubbed herself against it for a while. Then she stopped, stood back and said, "OK Beth, now you help me dress for the act. I notice your choice of cane has been wise and no doubt has been influenced by a trace of spite and revenge for what Stella made you do, good girl. Let's see if we can make her yell."

Stella turned a noticeable shade paler.

"Now help my out of my clothes and get this thing onto me", Maria said. She started to unfasten her blouse and skirt letting it slide to the floor and motioned me to unfasten her bra. She took my hands and for a little while and cupped her breasts with them. I looked over her shoulder and saw Stella glaring.

After a while, Maria climbed onto her settee sticking out her behind to both of us. "Beth, you come over here and lick me nice and wet and then put that thing on me", she commanded and I was only too glad to comply in front of the still glaring Stella. I went down on my knees behind her and really made a show of worshipping her. But she would have none of it. "Don't fool about, Beth," she said, "this is not your show but Stella's. I know you like to worship my behind but now just get that tongue of yours working on my bum hole and my cunt so that the two plugs of the strap-on that Stella is so yearning for and is prepared to pay such a painful price for can easily slide in where they are supposed to. And so working up a lot o spit I lavishly ran my tongue from her clit to her back door and tongue fucked her alternating between both of her openings. I could tell I was doing a good job. She was streaming. "OK, that will do, Beth," she eventually said, "now stick those things into me, but be careful about it, or you'll get it as well as Stella". And so I lent back and turning my smiling, glistening face to Stella who was not only glaring but red faced with anger and picked up the strap-on.

I took the butt plug first placing the tip on her rosette and gently started t twist it. She was keen I could tell. Her anus suddenly bulged out, I pushed gently and in one movement that plug was inside her. The one for her cunt slid in just as easily. Then I slipped the strap through the loops on the plugs, fixed the strap around her waist and attached the plug strap to that.

Rising from her position in the settee Maria said: "OK, Stella, young Beth here has tarted me up nicely, now bend over the back of that arm chair and get your delicate arse into a position, where I can truly tear your hide off with this." And with that she made a nasty swishing sound with the cane I had brought her.

Stella hesitated and was about to say something but one glare from Maria shut her up. Obviously knowing her place she went over to a sturdy wooden chair with arm rests and bent over the back leaving her neatly doubled up with her behind high up in the air. Without prompting she spread her legs placing her feet outside the chair legs.

"Now Stella, how many shall it be today?" Maria asked.

"You usually make it ten, Maria," Stella replied with some hesitation,

"Well then because young Beth is here today we'll add a couple, shall we?" Maria continued. "I had to cane her the other day and you should have seen it, Stella, she actually passed out. So I'm sure you will want to show off to her and show what tough nut you are, don't you?"

"Then please give me twelve Maria" Stella said in a low voice.

"And good lady, shall we bind and gag you so you don't throw about the furniture again or wail the house down" Maria said with a sneer.

"No, Maria," Stella replied, "pleas don't gag of bind me. I want to show you the depth of my feeling for you and accept the pain you will give me without as much flinching or moaning" Stella said.

"Fair enough," Maria said, "but don't come to me with all this feeling crap. You have a greed to be fucked by me and you are ready to pay the price I demand for that. Twelve mean strokes with a heavy cane! You'll hardly be able to stand afterwards, I promise you! I don't believe that any pathetic feelings even enter into it. I think it's you cunt that' driving you and nothing else, but pain you will get and fucked you will be it you take the dozen strokes I will give you. But you are ambitious Stella. No gags, no binds, no moans no cries no flinching. I don't believe you will make it, so we'll have a little wager shall we? I will only fuck you, if you keep your side of the bargain. If you as much as moan or flinch then our deal is off. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Maria," Stella replied, "I will show you that I worthy to be fucked by you."

"Well let's hops that that at least is what you are worthy of" Maria concluded.

Turning to me she went on: "And you, dear Beth, you will learn from this and understand some of the finer points of pain. You will sit down in front of Stella here with your back facing her, and you will lean back and place the back of your head on the seat. That way you can nibble on Stella's tits for a bit before I start laying into her. And when your have made her nipples nice and hard you will move your head a little so that your face is right under hers. And I want you to observe that face very closely as Stella goes through her ordeal. I should teach you something about the contortions a face can be pulled to, And, if you are lucky, you might even get to taste a salty tear drop from her. That is, if she can cry without making a sound, that is."

I arranged myself in the way Maria wanted and found myself with Stella's tits in my face. They were large enough and had very large and soft areola. You could hardly make out a nipple, so I started to lick them and before long the nipple began to take a clearer form. I nibbled, sucked and blew until Maria reached around Stella and felt them.

"OK, Beth" she said, "that will do for now. She does like it doesn't she? Move so you can see her face and let's she how she likes this she went on.

I did as I was told and waited. Stella had her eyes closed and was breathing deeply and quietly.

As the fist blow stuck she tore her eyes open and drew in a deep breath. No sound escaped her mouth and soon she had herself under control again. Remembering how I had howled when Maria caned me, I was impressed. I was even more impressed when with the next few strokes that came she seemed to be relaxed and seemed to absorb the pain. She did not even open her eyes. I thought she was going to make it. But after what must have been the sixth stroke a tension crept into her face. Her lips had become a fine line. They were quivering. With each stroke at first and then they did all the time. She screwed up her face tightly wrestling with the pain and I could see at the side that her arms were shaking as well. But she held on.

The room was silent except for the sound of the cane repeatedly swishing through the air and striking Stella's flesh.

After the eleventh stroke Stella broke. She reared up and a loud scream filled the room. Her face was suddenly covered with tears and while she was still holding on to the armrests of the chair and her arms were shaking she was jumping about from one leg to the other.

Maria was furious. "You stupid cow," she yelled. "You were so close! It was so good and now you've spoilt it all. You would have had to take just one more and you failed, you useless, worthless piece of shit! Oh I can hear you now. Oh yes, Maria, I can take all the pain that is in you' she says, I will be grateful to take it up, Maria, she says, T will take it unbound and in silence, she says and then she doesn't deliver on her claims. Well fuck you Missy! Get out of here! I don't want to see you again," Maria shouted and throwing the cane to the floor stormed out of the room.

Stella was quietly sobbing and sank to the knees behind the chair. After a long time she slowly rose, looked at me and said: "I suppose you enjoyed that."

"No" I replied and again there was silence.

Finally Stella was able to rise to her feet again. She passed a hand over her behind and flinched as she touched the welts. Then she went over to where she had left her clothes and started dressing again. It was then that I saw the havoc that Maria had caused. The colour ran from red to deep purple and the bruises were thick, ready to burst.

She had not been kind to me but I was overcome with pity for her and said, "Stella, shall I try to find some ointment for you?"

"No, just leave me alone and let me get myself back together again," she said. "But if you want to get anywhere with Maria, you now know where it leads. I have failed her. I had promised her that I could take all the pain she had to dish out. But I failed. You are welcome to take my place in her life now, but beware and don't let her break you too."

By then she was dressed again and stepping gingerly, each movement surely giving her new pain, walked out of Maria's apartment and, I assumed, her life.

When I heard the door close behind her, Maria called me from her bedroom. "Come here Beth!" I walked into her room and she was waiting for me. She had removed the strap-on.

"Let's have you on the bed and on your back, Beth" she commanded and I of course complied. I had a feeling what was coming and indeed it did. With her behind facing me she straddled my face and placed herself on it and started to rub herself furiously on me. She was twisting my nipples as she did and only occasionally let me catch a breath of air. From her scent and the lack of air I became quite heady but did what I could to quench her lust and I had the feeling that I was totally enveloped by her flesh. I worked all the way back and forth between her rosette and a clit burying my tongue and nose in every opening I could find and I was drenched in her juices.

1. Entertaining Guests

One evening Maria had summoned me to her apartment. She told me she was expecting some guests and I was to serve them wearing nothing but my stockings, high heels and my frilly apron. I had learnt a lot since our first encounter but when she told me, that one of the guests would be a male, and I panicked. I started arguing, pleading, begging that she would place me at the disposal of women only. Remembering the session with Stella was bad enough.

Rightly so she was quickly tired of my ranting and remonstrating. She pulled me across her knee took out the paddle that she always seemed to have at hand and really laid into me.

That had me wailing in no time. Tears were streaming but it was quite clear that only my consent to also be of service to her male guest would end the unrelenting and cruel barrage of blows on me behind. Sobbing vigorously it was given and shy praised me for coming to my senses. Before long the bell rang and she told me to answer it. Again I flinched instead of obeying her command but one more swipe across my flushed behind put a stop to that. Still snivelling I opened the door to a well dressed couple.

She was a strapping black woman with a vast bosom and hips und a bottom wide enough to balance a dinner plate on, and he was a thin and short white male. She wore a big fur coat that made her appear even larger. The lady took the initiative. She commented that I must be the new servant she had heard about, expressed approval of my attire and told me to place my hands on my head and turn around so she could savour all my assets..

I turned and of course, she immediately noticed the state of my red and swollen bottom. She questioned me on it, went on to praise Maria for her firm nature and pointed out to her companion, that he was obviously not alone in receiving such privileged treatment.

That made me think, and my suspicion became very clear when she told him to undress, out there in the hall, which dropping his clothes he did without hesitation. She reprimanded him for being so untidy and told me to fold his clothes neatly.

Then, from her handbag she took another waitress' apron just like mine and told me to put it on him.

A short movement of her head was enough signal for me to know that I was to relieve her of her coat and it did set my hear racing when I stepped up behind her and reached over her big shoulders to take her coat. It skipped several beats when the heavy coat slid off her shoulders revealing a full round black female in a tightly fitting dress that had difficulty to contain her ample form. I looked across her shoulder and she caught my eye in the mirror as I was mesmerised by that huge black body with its pendulous breasts, it big belly and a pair if thighs that were more like pillars. She smiled as noticed my fascination and said: "Honey, you and I are going to get to know each other really well tonight."

Beckoning for us to follow her, she walked, to my eyes practically naked as nature intended into Maria's parlour saying: "Maria, thank you for your lovely invitation. Just look at our two darlings here. They look so lovely and silly and I'm sure we are going to have such fun with them."

"Mildred," Maria replied, "how nice of you to come and bring your toy with you. We can really play tonight, I think, and you so dressed for business before we even start. But I think, you have engineered it that we are in the middle of things already. Mildred, you are so powerful and have such a clear purpose. You know, sometimes I think that I I was ever to submit to another woman, it would be to you."

"Maria", her friend replied," that would be an honour for me. But until you are ready, we will enjoy ourselves with these two little darlings, won't we?"

We were instructed to stand by the sideboard with our hands behind our backs and eyes cast down and do as we were told.

The two of them sat down and started talking about us, how silly and how tedious we were, how they made it clear to us time and time again who was boss and all the things they had to do to drive that message home.

Then her friend told her man to fetch two martinis and Maria told me to accompany him to the kitchen to find what he needed.

He made the dinks and took them out on a tray. He presented them first to Maria and then to her friend. Maria remarked that he was discourteous for not offering the drink to his lady first and polite at giving her as the hostess preference. "What a predicament for a dim whit like you that must be. You cold be both praised and punished" Maria said to the young man and they both laughed while he blushed.

They took their drinks, tasted them and then, with a furious look on her face, her friend threw her drink into her young man's face.

"You call this a martini, you oaf," she yelled.

"I'm sorry Mam" the man replied, "I made them as you have taught me. I am very sorry. Perhaps the ingredients in this house are different from ours, Mam."

"Are you insinuating that our hostess here has poor ingredients," her friend continued to shout. "No my little fellow, I am convinced we have a case of a bad workman blaming his tools here, and we'll have none of that. You were clearly callous. You will be punished and then we'll make sure you concentrate from now on. "

"I'm sure you are right Mam," he whispered.

"As always" she replied.

The she asked Maria whether she kept a paddle handy for such occasions and if she could oblige her with it for a moment.

Maria told me to go and fetch the instrument, whose acquaintance my still stinging behind had so recently made. I brought the paddle and presented it to her resting it across my open palms.

She pulled her man across her knees, spread her legs so his dick and balls hung between her thighs, brought these together firmly, which made him wince. Then she proceeded to lay into him.

If what I had suffered at Maria's hands earlier was anything to go by, he was getting it worse, especially since her friend had reached around under her legs and had evidently dug her sharp nails into his protruding appendage between her thighs. Quickly his cheeks turned a crimson red and before long he was writhing in agony. His knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists and his lips were pressed together tightly. I saw how useless his efforts were and remembered also how Maria had urged me to go with the pain and not against it. But as I well knew by then, that is not always easy.

A few more strokes and he was yelling. Tears were streaming and he was begging his Mistress for mercy. I had never seen a man in such a position.

"Ask for ten more" her friend shouted at him. Hi did, and he got them.

"And now for the rest" she said and without releasing his appendage from the grip of her thighs she pulled him up by his hair, which made him wince some more and forced two fingers of her other hand into his mouth.

"Now you get these nice and wet or it will be to your own disadvantage, because you know what's coming, don't you?" He nodded and almost frantically sucked and copiously covered her fingers with his saliva.

Then she withdrew her hand from his mouth, pushed his head down again and told him to spread his legs, which he did. With no ado she forced a well greased finger into his arse saying, "Oh Maria, this is such fun. I penetrate him, I can cause pain and pleasure to his dick and milk him dry with this finger in his arse, but he gets no relief. They feel so nice and miserable when they are first beaten and then milked like this. It makes it so clear to them that they are being dominated.

From her manipulations on his dick and on his prostrate he soon came into heat and started breathing heavily. She was laughing all the time and said: "OK you know the routine, I wank your dick and squeeze it with my nails. You want to come but the pain distracts you. At the same time my finger in your arse is rubbing your prostrate. So it's up to you. Forget the pain and you get to come. Stick with the pain and spill your load without the release. What will it be? Maria, would you like to bet?"

"Oh I think he'll come alright," Maria said, "they all do. They'll do anything to shoot their goo."

He was grunting by now and then started sobbing. With a gleam of triumph on her face, Mildred raised her hand from under him. It was covered in slime.

"Well, no shoot this time. Just flow and a belly ache for our boy here."

And then she rubbed her slime covered hand all over his face and let him slide off her knees.

He lay there sobbing and clutching his sore bum and while I recall being in similar predicaments I must admit, I have never seen anything more pathetic.

Maria's friend told him to get up and kicked him. Finally he got up, went out to fetch a new set of drinks. They were for some reason acceptable and we were told to stand by the sideboard again.

Maria and her friend continued to talk about the incident and finally told us to serve dinner.

We stood by their sides and they fondled us at your leisure.

"Would you like to try him Maria" her friend asked and we were switched. She fondled my cheeks for a while and I was thrilled by the sight of my pale skin next to her dark copiousness. I could not take my eyes of her tits and was sorely hoping, she would pull me to them and smother me between those soft mountains. But instead, she reached forward to rub her finger in the butter dish and a well greased finger black finger returned between the cheeks of my behind. It briefly circled the rosette of my anus and then I was slowly, not ungently but all the more relentlessly impaled. I whimpered and tied to escape the cruel insertion by instinctively rising on my toes. "Hold still and be still" was her stern call and having witnessed her treating her young man I knew better than to disregard her command. Soon I was there standing by the dinner table on my toes with her black finger buried up to the hilt deep inside my bowels.

Maria watched my backward invasion with curiosity and answered my pleading looks with an amused smile. Then lent forward for the butter dish and before long I saw her boy wince as she penetrated his back door no doubt any more gently than what I had just been through. Had I not been so uncomfortable, I would not have been able to stop myself from being amused seeing my opposite on his toes and biting his lips.

Well, the joke did not escape Maria or her friend and while her finger began to rotate inside my bowels she urged her to do the same. Before long, we could see the result as his dick began to stir. This gave rise to further merriment as Maria slapped it hard to bring it down again, which made her prey almost double up in pain.

Her friend then hatched a plan. Her companion was, fingerings excepted, an anal virgin she explained and she suggested he should have his cherry plucked tonight.

I was to be the one to do it but she should be the actual driving force. So she would fuck me with a strap-on in my arse while I was to wear a strap-on too and her thrusts drive my strap-on into his behind.

The two women elaborated on this for a while and the following scene transpired.

She called her young man over to help her undress. He did as he was told but got resounding slap across his face when his trembling hands found it hard to unfasten the frontal clip of her bra. I could sympathise with the poor bastard, because she did have a phenomenal pair and the thing was buried deep between them. Since he had no permission to touch them that clip was difficult to get at. Yet, I thought to myself, this was surely not the first time he found himself in that situation so it was probably part of their thing. Finally she laid herself naked on her belly on the sofa, and told me to lick her arse. I approached those black mountains and the dark valley between them with as much awe as with fascination and one look from Maria told me to go on.

I spread her bountiful black cheeks unearthing a rich brown rosette which turned a delicious pink as I pulled it open further and then I started to circle with the tip of my tongue. When I had slobbered it up well enough and she was well relaxed she told me to fetch her handbag. She took out a small anal plug which had a horizontal loop on the end and told me to grease up more in my own juices. I did, because I was dripping at the time, and slipped it in her bottom. It did not need much effort. Then she placed a larger plug into her cunt, put the belt of the strapon harness around her waist. She placed the dildo into the hold and had me slip the lower strap that went between her legs through the loops of the plugs she was wearing and fasten it to the band around her waist. My hands were trembling, but she was kind. Rather than slap my face, as she had done with him, she took my hand and looking me in the eye buried it between the rich and slippery folds of her womanhood. I was in seventh heaven and yet I knew that Maria would see all of this, would see what was going on between me and this fascinating woman and would punish me for it. It would be a punishment well taken.

Sporting that lewd pink object before her black form with her belly almost hiding it, she took out a further strapon with a plug inside and proceeded to fasten that on me. She made me stand before her and spread my legs while she inserted the plug in my pussy and fastened the straps. Looking down in front of myself it was a strange sight to see this thing protruding between my boobs. Then she stood by my side and turned us round to face a big mirror. She placed her arm around my back, held my breast and rolled the nipple as again she held my gaze and I tried desperately not to flinch. She knew she had me and I knew, that Maria was not the only woman, who could exercised this power over me.

Then she made me bend over one of the arm chairs and started to fuck me. Maria had knelt down in front of the chair, took my faced into her hands and the next thing I knew was her tongue gyrating deeply in my mouth. Over and over Maria's friend pulled herself out of my cunt and rubbed the tip of the plastic dick it on my rosette. I dreaded what I realised was sure to come.

Before long there was the insistent pressure on my back door, which responded to gentle stimulation so well. But it was clear, that there would be little of that tonight. After a few probes she thrust into me with one heave and the pain tore through my bowels. So much for her being gentle with me. But my jerks and painful whimpers were damped by Maria holding me firmly and her continually gagging tongue.

Finally her friend had pushed herself fully into my behind. I felt her soft big belly against my cheeks and her warm breasts on my back and took in the feeling of being filled. The sensation was not unfamiliar. It was a little like the feeling I have when I need to take a big dump and in addition there was this painful extension of my anus which became more and more pleasurable as I learnt to relax.

She was nonetheless a kind mistress and she gave me time to breathe deeply and slowly while I overcome the tensioning reflex of my anus which instinctively guarded against entry or exit. As I learnt to let go and let the feeling of having been entered there the feeling of openness spread from my arse hole all over my body and my brain. I realised that with her inside me, I was plugged and nothing unsavoury could flow out, so I let go and flowed. My pussy began to stream as she reached forward, cupped my breasts and started to gently tweak my nipples.

Meanwhile, Maria had fastened leather cuffs on the man's wrists and ankles and making him double over attached each wrist to the corresponding ankle. I addition, she fastened a spreader bar between his knees. Then she sat down behind him on the big settee, where Stella had once overpowered me while Maria held me in her arms. He was jack knifed before her, his behind exposed and his wrists fastened to his ankles. She caressed his arse for a while, commenting with good amusement on that tight little arse hole, which would soon be extended tonight. She was thrilled that it would cause him pain and the two of them laughed when they took a bet as to whether he would spill a few tears. Of course we were going to have to pay for the deal since the wager was that the winner would get to force the other's toy to cum. What the consequences of that would be, I knew from my encounter with Stella. Once again, I was between a rock and a hard place.

Maria took hold of his balls from behind with one hand and brought her other hand round to start wanking his dick which stood erect after a few strokes.

"Oh dear," Maria laughed someone will be disappointed tonight, won't he. "Here he is standing at attention ready to stick his little tool into some willing object, but tonight, he'll be the one to get stuffed, and we're all going to have so much fun doing it."

And so saying she unfastened her skirt, stepped out of her knickers, sat down, spread her legs and said: "Now before you get done, let's see how you do it."

The guy was quick on the uptake. He must have been on that call of duty before because in no time, even with cuffed wrists and ankles and a spreader bar he turned round and was on his knees before her and had his face buried in Maria's crotch. Soon she had dreamy eyes and started to play with her tits.

I was furious. Except for that first night in her apartment where I had been on my back on the floor in front of her jilling myself for her pleasure and finding it all the more randy because I had noticed her hand slip between her legs while I was lewdly pulling open my cunt lips and showing her my red and glistening wetness, had there never since been a moment where I had seen her not fully in control of herself and anywhere near sexual abandon. And there she was, dreamy eyes and all.

The movement in my behind and the tweaking of my nipples had stopped and I assumed that my rider was also staring in bewilderment at the scene before our eyes.

But Maria remained Maria and long before any orgasmic billows could roll up on her shores, she roughly pulled him up by his hair saying: "Oh yes you oaf, you'd love that, wouldn't you, to have me in wild abandon and out of control at the tip of your tongue. Well it ain't going to happen sonny Jim. You're the one who in the true sense of the word will get taken aback today."

In a moment she had turned him round again and hoisted him, his back towards her, on the sofa between her wide spread thighs which she closed around his middle. While she reached around him again she was clearly rubbing her crotch against his back while she pulled apart her cheeks looking at me said: "Come Beth, dear, this is your prize tonight. You can pay the little bastard back for what she's just doing to you."

But for the moment, my intruder was having none of that. She started to rock back and forth without much friction inside me but clearly with notable results in her. She started kneading my boobs again and her breathing quickened as I realised the with the two dildos insider her, she was getting herself off on me, as if I was some kind of sex doll, some object to be used for her pleasure. I felt nothing but resentment for her but accepted that Maria was really the instigating instance of this. It was not to my delight at the least but I had come to accept that my delight did not matter very much where Maria was concerned. Eventually her heavy breathing turned into groans and in her frenzy she stopped kneading my breasts and started to pinch my nipples viciously with the nasty finger nails. She collapsed on my back and I looked up to see Maria smiling at me and seeing fingernails deeply embedded in her victim's little nipples as well. She did know how to even scores.

Then my turn came. I had watched as Maria had placed her fingers into her victim's mouth repeatedly and using his saliva had lubricated the area between his cheeks and around his hole.

Then her guest roughly pulled me up by my hair saying: "Come on you living strap-on, let's do the deed and let's hope it will not be too bloody."

She pulled me up from my bent over position and with her dildo still in my behind walked me across to where Maria had her boy on the sofa. She made me bend my knees and reached round to point the strap-on to the poor guy's rosette. Maria reached round to pull his cheeks wide apart and I could see his brown rosette turn into a blushing red rose.

Maria's guest guided the tip of the strap-on to its target and then I felt her pressure from and in my own behind. I responded and in unison we pushed and I watched in awe we forced the head of the strap-on into his rear while Maria's one hand was rolling his balls and the other was firmly clasped around his shaft and pulling towards its base so firmly that the little string of tissue on the underside of his dick that held his foreskin to the tip was so thinly stretched it looked as if it would tear any moment.

It did not take long before he started groaning and squirming and I recalled how pathetic he looked after his spanking. He really was a sop who could not take anything and I thinking what I had gone through without complaint while Maria's guest was violating my behind I began to despise him and I wanted to hurt him more. I wanted to take him and have my way with him regardless of how he felt and savour the power I had over him, and somewhere in my mind there was the clear notion that that power was given to me by Maria's friend and that behind it all was Maria. I loved her in all her might.

Fool that he was, the oaf started ranting and begged us to stop which only led to him loosing the bit of pleasure that he was receiving from Maria's hands because she let go of his genitals and holding his torso firmly with one hand clasped the other one over his mouth.

"Oh, so you want to sing us a little song, do you" she laughed, "well, we don't want to hear it."

We pushed into his arse but the strap-on would only go so far. It would pull in the skin of his rosette but push as we could it would go no further while his muffled cries begged us to stop.

Eventually Maria's guest said: "It's not good. He's too dry and too tight. We'll have to use some lubricant. But you'll be sorry for this!" She went on to scald him. "How dare you resist and show me up here before Lady Maria who is being so kind to you and holding you on her lap like a baby. If you think this is hurting, you, you evidently haven't understood the meaning of pain one bit. You take pain to prove your subjugation and your love for your Mistress. By rejection the pain we are causing you, you are rejecting us and in the same way we should reject you. You snivelling little wretch. We should stop right now, as you want us to and throw you out into the street naked as you are."

So saying she pulled me away from him and back up on my feet.

And the he went on: "Oh no Mistress," he pleaded," pleas don't discard me. I am trying to open myself, I am trying to loosen up to accept the pain you are giving me, but the strap-on is so big and I cannot concentrate while Lady Maria is wanking my dick. I can't focus my brain. Please ask her to give me a rest so that I may concentrate on accommodating you and your wonderful strap-on, Mistress, please."

"Oh that's a fine one," she called out and leaning forward took a large swipe and forcefully slapped his face back and forth several times. "So now it's Maria's fault is it? So now we insult our hostess and tell her what to do, do we? Well my fine little fellow let me tell you that first we are going to fuck you and what Maria does with you, while we do so is of no concern of yours. And when we have taught you to loosen up that arse hole of yours we'll teach you how to accept some more pain and when we are satisfied with your performance then, we might decide to continue your training instead of throwing your in the trash can like a squeezed out orange."

Even I could sense her fury and brusquely she pulled me round with her strap-on still in my behind she said "Now you show me, where your Mistress keeps her lubricant. I complied and when we came back to find Maria maltreating the poor fellow by tweaking his nipples and restricting his breathing for longer periods.

Together they rearranged him so that he came to rest on his back between her thighs with his legs high up in the air and his behind wide open to attack. This was not long in coming and after slobbering a good dollop of lubricant on his hole and in the strap-on that protruded from my middle she reached around me, placed its head on his wide spread anus and then just heavily lent into me. It threw me off my balance too and hurt as well but the lubricant and our combined weight overcame any resistance that might have remained.

Maria, sensing what was coming had clasped a hand over his mouth and an immense muffled groan the strap-on at last slid into him and he was duly impaled. She held me still in place and after some time, when the commotion subsided, in one sweep she pulled us both out again. It took a moment for his gaping hole to close which gave Maria's friend reason to lean into me again and brutally impale him once more. This started him groaning and crying once more. I had a vague notion of what he was going through because she was not gentle by any means and I had to concentrate very hard to accommodate her thrusts in my behind as well.

After several runs of this routine Maria threw him off her lap and he was back on the floor, a sobbing wretch quietly crying to himself. Maria bent over him and spat in his face.

"And now come here, bitch" she called out to me. "Get your ugly face here between my legs and bring me off. And waste no time!"

This was an invitation I was highly keen to follow. So often were the occasions where I was used to give her pleasure by accepting the pain and humiliation which she dished out but now I was to pleasure her without suffering – if you accept the discomfort of being rudely and roughly fucked in the arse by a strapping black women while you are doing it as part of the exercise. Actually as I succeeded in relaxing my sphincter the notion of being use for the pleasure of two women at the same time aroused me to the extent that I soon had to hold back my own orgasm.

It would not have done to cum before one of the ladies. I addition to lavishly working her whole cunt with my face, lips and tongue I placed a finger on Maria's rosette and finding her responsive and welcoming slid it inside her. Before long she gushed copiously over my face, the sight of which must have been enough to drive her friend over the edge because she let out some primeval growl, grabbed my breasts and collapsed on my back, which left me at a loss of air with my face now firmly pressed into Maria's crotch once more.

Eventually the mayhem died down. Her friend raised herself up, withdrew herself from my behind and stood up.

"Phew!" she exclaimed, "Maria, you cook a hell of a hot meal. Now I need a drink!"

"So do I" said Maria and getting up form the sofa stood on legs that were still a bit wobbly placed an arm around her friend's wide waist and together they staggered off to the drinks cabinet. It made me proud to see them and feel that I had been part of something which had moved to two ladies so powerfully.

1. The Club Revisited

One evening, as I was sitting on the train coming home from work, there was Maria.

I had not seen her on the train ever since that fateful day when she picked me up and led me on the path of subjugation. And now, here she was.

She came over and sat next to me, the same way she had done that day so long ago. "Beth, my dear" she said as she sat down, "do you know what day it is?"

"Maria, it's Thursday", I replied, "but I don't expect that was the answer you were wanting to hear, and I expect you will correct me an teach me to delve more deeply into the meaning of your questions so that I may respond correctly."

"Well done," Beth dear, she said. "Yes, I am surprised, but you have forgotten something very important, but you have also quite clearly learnt a lot. So we will do something to help you not to forget and something else as a little reward. Today, my dear, is the day I picked you up on this train and expanded your little world by bringing you into mine. And to make sure you don't forget that day again, we are going to visit that club once more and we are going to show what have learnt since then. And as a reward for being such a good girl you will be allowed to cum before all the ladies there. "

"Oh, Maria," I replied, "I'm so sorry I forgot. Being at your disposal has become such a part of my life I have forgotten to think about when and how it started."

"Well, Beth dear" Maria said, "I think today might just be another one of those days you won't forget in an hurry. Come! " She said and stood up as the train pulled into the station.

As before, I was mesmerised by this woman. I stood up and followed her. Walking a step or two behind her with my eyes down cast I had eyes for only the palpitations of her shapely behind in the tight skirt she was wearing and the curve of her calves that flowed into a pair of high heels whose sharp click on the wet pavement reverberated in my head. How I yearned to be allowed once again to run my lips up and down those legs and to burry my face between the cheeks of her behind or between the smooth and cool fabric of her thighs.

Again I had not paid attention to where we were going and before long we were at the door of the ominous club. It had not changed much. The atmosphere was sleazy, the waitress with her tight blouse and short skirt gave me an appraising look and then flaunted me by telling Maria that if she ever wanted something better than me, all she would have to do was to beckon her with a finger. "I'll remember that" Maria replied, "but for the moment my dear I think you are overreaching a bit if you are trying to take little Beth's place in my ranking. Stick around and you might understand why."

That remark left me puzzled but I was soon to learn more.

We sat down at a table by the dance floor. Maria fed me Olives and sips of Champagne mouth to mouth and while she was kissing me with her tongue half way down my throat unbuttoned my blouse and reached into my bra. I flinched a little but knew better than to resist. Maria broke her kiss and for all to see left her hand in my bra. She smiled that superior smile of hers and was dragging her nails across my nipple, which of course was rock hard immediately.

"Don't flinch, Beth dear, " she said, "by the state of your nipple it is perfectly pain that what I am doing with you is turning you on. And so it should, because today, dear, I have decided that we are going for another high, for an all time record. We are really going to give them something to look at and something to talk about. They'll all be green with envy." Still softly scratching my nipple and looking deeply into my eyes she went on. "Beth, dear, you remember last time we were here and I took your virgin arsehole right here on the dance floor in front of all these other women?" I nodded remembering the horror and the thrill of that moment only too well, the shame and the pride that filled me that night. "Well tonight Beth, we are going to top that little performance. We are going to take you higher, and we are going to leave them breathless at the brazenness of it all. Do you have an idea of what we are going to do, Beth?" I softly shook my head. "Not enough imagination in that empty little head is there?" she went on. "Well, Beth, listen to this. We are going up on that little stage at the end of the dance floor. We are going to strip you naked and show you off. I'll play around with you for a bit and show all the girls here, how wet it is making you. And then, while you are facing the audience I will place a finger, well lubed by your very own juices, into that lovely little rosette of yours and I will play around with your quivering insides and make you cum and hopefully squirt right there on the stage."

Tears came to my eyes, I was filled with self pity and felt miserable, but I knew she would do it.

She stood up, took my hand and reluctantly with downcast eyes and blushing from head to toes I meekly followed her, knowing that I had no strength to deny this woman anything, hating myself for it and yet loving every moment.

She walked me up to the stage and address her audience,

"Ladies," she said, and silence fell in the room, "my friend Beth here would like to share a very special anniversary with you today, don't you Beth?"

I stood there staring holes into the floor boards and wishing I would wake up and stubbornly and firmly shook my head.

"Isn't she sweet, Ladies" Maria said "all coy and such a shy little girl. But she wasn't so coy and shy a year ago when here on the dance floor right in full view of all you good ladies she let me take her little virgin arse hole. Some of you might remember the occasion." There was some applause. "And you may remember how she came on that very occasion as well. She is really quite a tart and I may tell you a very wonderful tart she is, but you will soon bear witness to that." And turning to me she said, "Beth, now is your big moment. Show them." But I still just stood there and shook my head.

"Well then, I'll help you along a bit" she said. And so saying, up there on the stage for all to see, she started to unbutton my blouse. I shook my head again and reached up to grab her wrists.

"Beth," she said loudly "you will let go of my wrists this instant. You will look at me when I speak to you and you will stop any pretence of resistance right now and place your hands by your side.

I did as she told me but my lips were trembling, I was sobbing and tears filled my eyes as I looked at her pleadingly. "You are still resisting me you stupid girl!" she shouted and in a flash she had slapped my face left and right.

That, in a way, brought me to my senses and I stepped out of my personality.

Standing beside myself I watched as Maria continued to unbutton the girl's blouse. She unfastened her cuffs, slipped the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it on a chair that was standing on the stage. She then stepped behind her and reached round to cup her breasts. For a while she squeezed them and ran her fingernails over the nipples which had them standing hard in no time. She pressed into her, ground her pelvis against the girl's behind and burying her face in the crook of her neck went on to tongue her ear. I could hear her heavy breathing. Then she unfastened the girl's bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Triumphantly she twirled it over her head and tossed on the chair as well. Then she reached under the girl's breasts again and raising them to her audience called out: "Here they are, Ladies! Aren't they a lovely pair? You should see how they glow when they are spanked and those big nipples really take a clamp and all they are missing is a ring through them, don't you agree?" Again there was applause.

"But let us continue," she went on and slowly moved one hand down to unfasten the girl's skirt, which slipped off her hips and fell to the floor around her feet. She did look a sight standing there in her panties with Marias hands all over her. She moved one hand across the girl's belly and slipped it into her panties. You could see the girl cringe as she tried to pull away from the intrusion of her privates but she was up against Maria pushing her hips firmly into her behind. The girl was squirming, almost writhing and Maria stopped. She walked around to her front and scolded her loudly.

"You stupid bitch," she shouted, "now stop being so silly and stop this squirming nonsense. You know me and you know there is no getting away from it. I am going to fuck your arse up here on this stage tonight, honey, and your likings or disliking, your shame and your tears don't even enter into it. You are but a stage prop here and we don't like stage props that don't behave!" With each sentence she gave the girl another slap in the face.

The girl burst into tears and covered her face with her hands. Maria calmed down. She took the girl's head between her hands and moved her hand away. She kissed her tear streaming eyes and kissed her mouth and with a mesmerising gaze looked deeply into the girl's eyes. Slowly the girl calmed down as well.

"Now Beth," I heard Maria say "I know this is very hard for you. But I have asked hard things form you before and you came out with flying colours. You know you can trust me on this, so don't make it any worse for yourself. Now collect yourself and be a good girl. The sooner it will be over, and later on, you will be proud, I promise. Now push your knickers down far enough so that you can wriggle out of them. Step out of them an out of your shoes, spread your legs, stand straight and put your hand behind your head."

As if in a trance, the girl complied.

Maria continued to fondle her and soon the hand that was sliding in and out between her thighs was clearly glistening.

"Turn around, Beth" she said, "and with your legs spread, bend over so these nice ladies here can have a good look at your pussy and that lovely inviting rosette of yours".

Again the girl complied.

Maria slid her hand up and down the girl's crack which by that time was soaked in juices. "Ladies," she went on, " this must be one of the loveliest cunts on view. And it is so efficient too. When handled right, it produces juices like a fountain. If you care to keep quiet for a moment I'm sure you will be able to hear me slosh around inside it." She quickly moved her fingers around in the girl's cunt and indeed one could hear it slobbering.

"But, dear Ladies," she went on, "this is not all. The show has only just started. You see this inviting brown rosette hidden deep between those wonderful cheeks? Well it may be brown on the outside", with a laugh she went on, "I'm sure sometimes it is brown on the inside too, but today, I am going to show you the most beautiful sunrise as the pink shines out of Beth's dark channel right here. Beth," she said," reach behind you and pull your cheeks wide apart for these good ladies so that they may enjoy its pink parameter the same way that I do."

And again, without a flinch the girl complied.

"Give her another big hand" Maria called, and the audience did.

"Now Beth dear, stand up and stop being so impolite by mooning all these nice ladies here" Maria said. "Turn around hands behind your head, legs spread and face the music. And then, honey you have my permission to do, what I know you've been longing to do all evening, and that is, impale your bottom on my extended finger. First one, then another and who knows how many will fit in."

And then, I could hardly believe my eyes I saw the girl starting to gyrate her hips and start pushing back on Maria's hand. She did not get very far because Maria pulled her hand away leaving her standing there looking ridiculous with her butt stuck out into nothing. She walked up to the font of the stage.

"Any of you ladies got a fag?" She asked. A big woman wearing an overall and who had a small girl in a frilly dress on her lap, reached into the top pocket, took out a packet of cigarettes and was about to pass it to Maria who said: "Will you light ist for me please". The woman did and passed the cigarette to Maria.

"Now ladies," Maria asked her audience, "do you smoke after intercourse? I know, only round the edges". Laughter filled the room. "Little Beth here, smokes during intercourse. Let me show you how." She went up to the girl, reached for her cunt lips and with the fingers of one hand opened her labia. With the other she inserted the filter tip of the burning cigarette between them and letting go the girl's labia closed around the filter tip of the cigarette. Then she stepped back.

There were shrieks and hoots from the audience and the girl looked ridiculous as she meekly stood there with the smoke curling up form the cigarette clasped between her labia.

Maria placed her hand under the girl's bottom again and said: "Now Beth dear, while you're huffing and puffing at one end, let's see you do your bit at the other. Work my fingers into your behind and then I'll start stirring up your insides to really bring you off. Mind you, Beth, you'll have to hurry and get to that explosion pretty quickly because otherwise that ciggy is going to burn your lips. And," addressing her audience she continued, "with your encouragement, who knows, maybe we can get her to overflow so copiously that she will squirt out her own cigarette. Now Beth, get going."

You could feel the girl cringe as Maria ran her hand up and down between the cheeks of her bottom to linger on her anus and move on forward to her love channel and before long, her lust got the better of her and overcoming her indignation she soon started gyrating her hips and lewdly sticking out her butt.

"Oh Ladies," I heard Maria say, "I wish you could see this or even better feel it. She is really pushing out her anal ring. It closes around my finger tip and as she contracts it she is practically drawing me inside."

Softly rolling the girl's breast with her other and rubbing her crotch lewdly against her thigh, Maria teased her like that for a while and then with a purposeful thrust pushed hard finger into Beth's behind who violently shook her head as this happened and instantly rose on her toes. "Oh no Beth dear," Maria whispered in her ear, "you will stop resisting and accept what's coming," at which the girl compliantly stood on her feet again. "There you go," Maria went on, "here comes the second."

Again the girl rose on her toes, but it was clearly the thrust of Maria's finger that carried her and not her own resistance.

She stood there with eyes closed, hands clasped behind her head and the burning cigarette protruding form the slit of her shaven cunt. For a while it seemed like a battle of wills. Would she or would she not and make Maria look silly for having promised more than she could deliver. But if you had an eye for the signs, you could tell before long that Maria was going to win. You could see that she was pressing her lips together ever more tightly and ever so slightly they began to tremble. Those tremors then started to spread all over her. Her legs and arms began to quiver and while still continuing to roll her nipples and stir up her insides from behind, Maria stopped rubbing her crotch against her thigh, took a small step back and admired her handy work. The girl stood there freely on the stage sexually quivering all over and if you looked carefully, you could see the wetness spreading over the insides of her thighs. For what seemed an eternity, she stood there on the brink between trying to fight it and wanting to let herself go and give in to Maria, who was on the winning stretch now and even lent forward do check how far the cigarette had burnt. There was no danger yet of that setting anything aflame. Eventually, letting out one huge groan, she came and clearly spent copiously. She doubled up and Maria held her to keep her from collapsing.

Slowly the turmoil of her insides which Maria was stirring up through her back entrance subsided and I came to my own senses again. Tears welled up inside me as a I realised that I had been watching myself being exhibited in such a blatant way.

My body was shaking, I could feel my juices streaming down the inside of my thighs and I still felt Maria's fingers in my behind as she held me and murmured into my ear: "Beth you were marvellous. They've never seen anything like it. Nor have I, as a matter of fact. I am proud of you."

And with that she slowly withdrew her fingers from my bottom but continued to hold me in her arms.

When I had recovered command of my legs and could stand on my own again, Maria took the still burning cigarette from between my shaven camel's toes. She walked up to the front of the stage with it. "Here's you fag back" she said and smiled as she gave back the cigarette to the fat woman in the overall. She took it and smiling lewdly at the frilly girl who was still sitting on her knee, placed it between her lips.

The girl shrieked and started kick up a huge fuss. "Oh how can you" screamed. "That thing has her juices all over it and you take it in her mouth".

"Oh you want some too, do you" the woman laughed, "well, here's a taste of her. She's really nice." And with that she took out the cigarette and violently started kissing the girl clearly ramming her tongue down her throat. The girl squealed and wriggled trying to get away from this tasteless intrusion, but she was held her firmly and then, I could not believe my eyes, still with her tongue down her throat the woman took the burning cigarette and stubbed it out on the girl's thigh. That really set her off screaming but the woman held her tightly and would not let go. Eventually the screaming subsided and the girl lay sobbing in the big woman's arms.

By then, Maria had picked up my clothes and taking my hand said: Come Beth, we don't need to watch such an ugly spectacle, do we. I can't stand brutality." And she was right. She had treated me cruelly in the past but she had never done anything that was lastly against my will.

She led me to the ladies and into one of the cubicles. There she stood over the bowl, lent back against the wall and said, "Beth, you've made me very randy. Now finish of what you have started. I knew immediately what to do. I sank to my knees and disregarding my revulsion at being so close to the toilet bowl put my head under her skirt and started eating her cunt. It did not take long before I heard her groan and felt her juices streaming over my face. Her Pelvis jerked as she spent on my face and she firmly pressed my head to her until the storm subsided.

She drew her skirt from my head and, a rare moment, smiled at me. "Beth, dear", she said "you are a marvel. Now get yourself decent and I'll take you home. Don't take long. I'll be waiting at the bar."

1. Epilogue

So here I am once again hanging around in the dark on the pavement outside her apartment dressed in nothing but a rain coat and a pair of high heels at 3 o' clock in the morning on rainy night in November. I was fast asleep in my warm bed when she called me.

"I want you", was all she said before the phone went dead.

I knew what to do, rushed over to her place and rang her bell. That must have been over half an hour ago. I like to think that she is watching me on the closed circuit TV that monitors the entrance to her apartment block. The thought of giving her amusement or even some please makes the cold and damp more endurable.

At some point the buzzer will sound and I will be summoned to her inner sanctuary. What happens there is for her to decide. My will is irrelevant and I trust her implicitly.