Miss Hartleys School for Girls

Claims and disclaims:

An answer to many: The saga of Rita's experiences at Miss Hartley's School for Girls is not a true story. Such schools should be confined to exist in the minds of people such as myself (and you, dear reader). However, as any writer, I base my stories on my own personal experience. Mind you: experience gained as an adult and involving other, consenting, adults. I dance the thin and sometimes insubstantial line between fantasy and reality, and if you are willing to follow me to my wild, inner spaces, then that is what I aspire to share with you. Fantasies fuelled by desire. Explicit, sexual fantasies involving domination of women and girls by other women. If you are too young to cope with this, or have a problem with separating reality from fiction, then don't read on.

Otherwise, please enjoy

Rita saxil@hotmail.com

Miss Hartley's School for Girls (continued)

1. The Black Sorority

After having stayed at Miss Hartley's School for about 6 months, all the time receiving strict but loving domination from Mistress Carol, and occasionally from Miss Langley or other of my teachers, it was decided that I was trained enough to join the Black Sorority. Rumors of this Sorority were plenty among the students at the school. It was believed to be some sort of secret sisterhood dedicated to black magic and other arcane arts. Those who knew its real nature kept quiet about it, and nobody knew for certain who belonged to this group of select girls. I had, in fact, not been paying much attention to the rumors, having enough of my time occupied with schoolwork and exploring my sexuality. One day, though, Mistress Carol announced that I had been deemed eligible for The Black Sorority. It was a Friday just after school, and we were in her rooms. I was still dressed in my school uniform, and looking forward to a weekend filled with the exquisite pleasure of serving my darling Mistress. Carol was dressed casual, in jeans and a tight mohair sweater and seated in her favorite armchair. I was kneeling in front of her, kissing her naked feet and eagerly anticipating her next order. Instead she told me that we were expected this very evening for the initiation ceremony at The Black Sorority. - I'm not allowed to tell you very much, Rita. What happens tonight must remain a secret to outsiders. You should know, however, that the Sorority has the purpose of providing a safe haven for those of us dedicated to the art and pleasure of sexual domination and submission. It's an all woman society of course, and it has both student and teachers among its members. Once you're in, you're in for life, and it will provide a strong network for you in your future. Not only in terms of finding satisfactory sexual partners and an understanding environment, but also in terms of furthering your career and giving professional advice. I wasn't sure what all this meant. But the part about sexual domination and submission caused a slight shiver of anticipation in my body. I was carefully licking and sucking the toes of my Mistress, and had little thought for my future. - I'm told there are four other applicants tonight, and we need to make a good impression on them and on the women who are to judge you. Now: You must go as you are, dressed in the school uniform, and wearing simple cotton underwear, but I should be dressed as impressively as possible. A Mistress presenting a new slave girl to the Sorority must make an impact! After we both had a bath, I helped my Mistress get dressed. She chose a long, dark red dress, made from thin velvet. It was topped by a tight, sleeve-less bodice, that was laced at the back and which showed off her firm breasts to the full and enhanced her cleavage. No bra was necessary and she had put on small supple leather panties and self-sitting silken stockings, both of a color closely matching the dress. I was allowed to finalize her outfit by encasing her lovely legs in a pair of supple, knee-length boots made from suede and with extremely high heels. With dark rouge on her cheeks, a matching lipstick, black mascara and carefully painted nails she looked stunning and as I helped her put on long, tight leather gloves that covered her arms all the way to the elbows, I longed for her sweet touch. No touch was forthcoming, however, and instead she ordered me to dress in the underwear and school uniform, that she had decided was appropriate for the occasion. I put on the cream-colored, satin panties, she had chosen, and found them very tight, but not uncomfortable. They were cut high on the thighs, and the skimpy triangle of smooth fabric in front fitted over my pussy like a second skin, and my already pouting nether lips were clearly visible. In the back, the panties revealed more than they covered, and both my cheeks were left bare, with a thin ribbon of satin snugly fitted into the dark crease between my buttocks. Next the bra. Matching the panties, it was a half-cup bra, that precisely covered my nipples, but nothing more, and which gently pushed my girly breasts upward and together, showing off the crease between them to the fullest. Mistress Carol had found a uniform, which was somewhat smaller than my usual, and with the navy-blue skirt cut very short. She ordered me to leave the two top buttons of the white short-sleeves shirt open, fully exposing my firm, but girly bosom. I finalized my dressing by putting on white, knee-length socks and somber black shoes. My Mistress and I next spent an enjoyable time with me being ordered to pose in different revealing and lecherous positions. I bent over to show off my almost naked arse beneath the short navy-blue skirt of the school uniform. I stood with my hands on my head and pushed my chest forwards towards Carol, showing off my breasts in their satiny casing. I lifted the front of my skirt, and was ordered to gently press the shiny fabric into my already wet slit, thus darkening the panties with the viscous fluids of my excitement. - Now lick that naughty finger of yours, and taste yourself, you filthy little schoolgirl! You look so tempting in that outfit! I do so love to have a young girl pose for me in her school uniform. There is something so very debauched about watching a girl dressed for school getting turned on by exposing herself sexually. But that sweet bum of yours could do with a sound warm-up before we go to join the others. So! Bend over, spread your legs and grab your ankles. - Yes, Mistress. - Mmmm. That's nice! You do have an extremely spankable ass, girl! And those panties provide such a good framing of your cheeks. Are you ready for your spanking, you dirty little schoolgirl? - Yes, Mistress Carol, this naughty schoolgirl is ready for her spanking. Please spank my hot, little arse, Mistress. - I shall, Rita, I shall...! And with those words, Mistress Carol proceeded to soundly spank me with her bare hands. She was not hard on me. She simply wanted me to have a nice, rosy ass for presentation to the Black Sorority, and presumably also to provide me with that quickening of the blood and flushing of my cheeks, she knew came with having my bottom spanked. - That's enough for now, girl. Stand up now. Ahh. I see my treatment has brought a nice color not only to you bottom cheeks! Good, I like that. Before leaving, Mistress Carol fitted me with a slaves collar round my neck, connected to a leash, and also blindfolded me with a black silken scarf. Then I was led through the innards of the great manor house to the secret meeting place of the Black Sorority.

After what seemed a very long walk, I heard Mistress Carol knock on a door, and a muffled greeting. I was led a short way, and then ordered to kneel on the floor, which felt like polished wood, and put my hands on my head. Quiet conversation and laughter mixed with the rustling of dresses and the clinking of chains was what I heard. Then someone clapped, and I heard the unmistakable voice of our very own Headmistress, Miss Hartley herself! - Mistresses! You may remove the blindfolds of your charges. Carol gently removed the scarf covering my eyes, and I had for the first time an unrestricted view of the room. Directly in front of me, three women were seated in high-backed chairs, fitted with leather. In the middle was Miss Hartley, completely clad in black leather. Her generous torso was encased in a tight corset; she had a short skirt, and long shiny boots. She also wore leather gloves. A stern expression was on her face as she surveyed us, but an almost tangible warmth also emanated from this statuesque woman. To the right was Miss Langley, in white knee-length boots below a long peach skirt and a matching loose blouse. A soft smile was on her face. The left chair was occupied by our gym-teacher, Miss Brown. Her strong athletic body was underscored by her khaki jodhpurs above black riding boots, and a close-fitting black silk shirt, that revealed her well-developed bust. She was gently tapping a riding crop on her left boot and watching us with what seemed to be appreciation. I dared not look to the side at my fellow initiates and their Mistresses, but out of the corner of my eye, I recognized my neighbor as Eveleen, a petite, dark girl from my class, who was accompanied by her Mistress, a striking redhead called Brenda, who was dressed in a very low-cut, short clinging dress in dark blue silk, that permitted me with a view of her long, shapely legs. - Welcome all, Miss Hartley began, to this ceremony of initiation into our esteemed Sorority. All you initiates have undoubtedly heard numerous stories about us, and the strange magic we are believed to practice. In reality there is nothing strange about it. We are a group of women and girls who appreciate the dark side of our sexuality and who take pleasure in the games of domination and submission that we play with each other. Make no mistakes, though! We are very serious about what we do! Our rules are strict, and our discipline is firm, but just. You are all here, because you have been judged suitable to join us. Why is this? Well, we know how to find our own kind, and to smell out a potential initiate. Plus we have observed you, and tested you on several occasions. We are thus very certain, that you will chose to join us, and hence subject yourselves to a strict regimen of female domination, done in mutual respect. If I'm wrong, and you choose not to join, then please say so now. Nobody moved or spoke up, and Miss Hartley looked pleased. I was simply overwhelmed at the prospect of being part of such a Sorority, and my mind was boggling with visions of the possibilities - Very well, I'll now explain a little of what will go on tonight. First of all, you will receive an initial warming of your buttocks, delivered by Miss Brown. You will then be stripped and your nipples will be clamped. You will then be given to a Mistress, not the one you are already in the care off, and she will test your limits and your slave-girl training. Finally you will return to this room. Only one rule applies tonight: You may not come unless specifically told to do so. Orgasms are only allowed, if ordered by your Mistress. Safe words will of course be respected, and you should provide your Mistress with the word of your choice. Any questions? There were none. We were now ordered to stand up, turn our back to the three imposing Mistresses and bend over with spread legs, in order to receive our initial warming. I managed to catch a glimpse of the other girls. We were four in all. Besides Eveleen and me it was Linda, a heavyset brunette from a different class, and Lisa, a long-legged blonde whom I knew from my riding lessons. Linda was accompanied by a majestic, dark-haired girl in shiny leather outfit called Ruby, but I had to gasp at the sight of Lisa's Mistress. She was a tall, Arabic girl, whom I had often admired from afar. She seemed aloof, this tall, trim dusky girl, and I had never dared approach her. Our Mistresses now lifted our skirts, exposing the asses of all us four slave-girls. I heard Miss brown stepping down from her chair, and soon thereafter the swissh of her crop. She was none too gentle with us, delivering devious blows to our exposed buttocks, and not sparing our thighs or our delicate pussies. With hard strokes she made us sob and the occasional cry was heard, but none begged to be relieved from the punishment. I felt the blood pulsing in my buttocks, and soon also in my nether lips, as Miss Brown more and more often found my moist snatch with the tip of her devilish crop. She knew what she was doing, and at the end of the session we were all gasping, not only with the throbbing pain, but also with the dark passions arising from pain well delivered by a competent Mistress. Miss Hartley then had us undress each other, and I carefully removed Eveleen's skimpy school uniform and the plain cotton underwear she was wearing. Her panties were sodden with juice and the smell of her obvious arousal fired my own passion. Eveleen's soft touches and gentle caresses while she took her time undressing me, was almost unbearable, but I managed to stand very still and concentrated on doing math in my head to avoid coming. Mistresses Carol and Brenda looked on approvingly, and when we were completely naked, save for our slave collars, they fitted nipple-clips, connected by a chain reaching to the navel, to our nipples. We were then assigned our Mistress for the night, and to my delight, and trepidation, I was to be ravished by the tall, Arabic girl, whose name was Sheena. She looked me over, made no comment, but fitted me with a blindfold and led me away to her rooms.

After Sheena removed the blindfold, she ordered me on my knees and I had a chance to look her over. She was tall, this cinnamon girl in a bottle green, shimmering dress. Long-limbed and muscular, with a high-riding bosom and black curly hair cut short, revealing the fine features of her skull. She wore green satin shoes with high stiletto heels, and she knew how to move in them! Neither mincing gait nor clumsy wobbling for her - she moved like a cheetah, a runner ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. I shivered in my nakedness and the thrill of anticipation made my mouth dry and my cheeks burn. There I was, alone with this intimidating Arabian girl. On my knees, a slaves collar around my throat and clamps on my nipples as my only adornments. Trembling. Waiting to serve, expecting to submit to domination. Feeling my hot blood and my own undeniable need. A lowly slave girl before her imposing Mistress. In my rightful place. Sheena's rooms were dark, compared to Mistress Carol's. Dark blue walls, heavy curtains, rugged handmade carpets on the floor. Heavy wooden chairs and tables. A few African looking sculptures on a shelf. She had put on some rhythmic, wailing music and was now lighting sticks of incense that gave off an aromatic scent, sweet and spicy. - So, she said, towering above me. - You're Carols little plaything, are you? I nodded. Not trusting my voice, and avoided looking into her eyes, but kept my gaze on her satin enclosed feet. - You should answer me, when I ask you a question! Steel uncovered in her otherwise softly accented English. - Yes, Mistress, I managed, with a dry throat. - Yes, Mistress, and then what...? - Yes, Mistress, I'm Carols little plaything A satiny gloved touch on my chin and she lifted my head and her black eyes bored into mine. - Where I come from, Rita, the land is mainly naked hills and scorching desert. But it's the ancient land of the Queen of Saba. Where all King Solomon's gold came from. I'll be your Queen for tonight, slave girl Rita. And you'll obey my every whim and praise me for the dark pleasures I can introduce you to, if you please me. Will you please me, Rita? - Yes, Mistress, I'll please you and obey your.... Slap! A gloved hand stung forcefully against the side of my face. - Tonight, slave; I'm your Queen! Remember it at all times - or you'll be sorry. Her dark eyes blazed and I cringed before her anger. My Queen she would be then, and I.. I'd be her slave girl and servant. It was her game we played, and she had set the stage for whatever act was to come. She removed her hand, but kept her stern gaze on me, and I had to bow my head in submission. - Yes, my Queen. I'm sorry. I'll please you and obey your every whim. I tried to keep my voice down, and have humility creep into it. I then tried to rectify my mistake. - How may I then serve you, my Queen? Queen Sheena smiled briefly, and I felt relieved that she approved. - Ah, you sweet thing. You may start by kissing my shoes. Only kisses mind you, no tongue until I order it. And keep your hands behind you. - Yes, my Queen, thank you. She put her right foot forward and I proceeded to kiss the smooth green satin, taking care not to touch her foot, which was enticingly close and covered in a dark green silken stocking. When I reached the heel, she lifted her foot and allowed me to suck the whole heel into my mouth and lave it with my spit. - Good girl, suck on that heel, taste the shoes of your Queen and Mistress. I sucked for all I was worth, eager to please this dusky beauty and thus to gain access to the Black Sorority. - Now move upwards, kiss my foot, and then slowly make your way up to my knee. Take your time. I did take my time. With slow deliberate kisses I made my way up under the slinky dress, savoring the closeness, feeling the heat from her wonderful body and catching a whim of the scent of arousal emanating from the panty-covered pussy above me. - Stop, slave! I immediately stopped my kissing and Sheena moved away from me, sat down in an armchair and motioned for me to crawl to her. - Now continue servicing your Queen! With relish I once again put my head underneath her long dress and continued my series of kisses on her perfect legs. Sheena settled back, opened her legs and allowed me a brief tour up her lower thighs, before she turned her back to me, drew up the dress and bared her firm arse, which was encased in smooth silken panties matching the dress. - Now lick my arse, Rita. Plenty of tongue, but do not touch my naked skin. Only lick my panties! Cool, tight silk on my tongue. Wetness seeping into the green satiny cloth covering the rump of my majestic Mistress. My nose deep into the crease between her delightful buttocks, tasting her musk. I was in heaven! A 15-year-old lesbian slut, I was, longing for the sweet ecstasy of submission and the dark pleasures awakened by the expectation of pain. I slurped and slobbered all over the ass of Mistress Sheena, reveling in the humiliation of the situation and the obvious excitement of my Queen, evident in low moans and the way in which she avidly pressed her buttocks into my face. The clips in my nipples were forgotten, the pain they caused me transposed to a throbbing need. - Ahh, what a nice little slobbering slave girl you are, Rita! But stop now, and move back a bit so I can turn around. So. Good. Now move forward, so your face is just above my cunt. That's it. Don't do anything! Now I'll treat you to a taste of your Queen's very own nectar. Open your mouth, and place it directly on my panties, right over my slit. Mmm. That's it, a little bit higher. Now - suck. Suck for all you're worth! Intoxicated by being in so intimate contact with this stern and dominating teenage Queen, I eagerly complied with her order, bringing my face in close contact with the panties covering her pussy, from which a heady scent emanated, making my senses reel. Lemon and cinnamon mixed with a strong animal musk assaulted me, and when I was ordered to suck her cunt through the panties a salty, nutty flavor from the juice that had seeped from her slit made me forget everything except the task of pleasing my Queen. The satin was stretched tight over Sheena's cunt and as I wetted the area over the topmost part of her slit, as I had been ordered to do, I felt the contours of her large clit stiffening. Of course I could not resist but had to use my tongue to lick and taste the center of my Queens pleasure and immediately she pushed me away and angrily scolded me: - I did not ask you to do that, slave! You may not lick or touch the clit of your Queen without an explicit order! And you know that, you despicable slut! But you're such a randy little pussy slave, aren't you? So you couldn't wait - you simply had to stick your lewd tongue up into my dripping honey pot. Well, Ok, Rita. You've asked for it now! I'll have to punish you, for being such a naughty slave girl. Stand up! Shivering with fear before her anger, yet with anticipation causing my blood to quicken, I stood up before her, quivering under her blazing scrutiny of my naked body. The chain connecting my nipple-clips jingled quietly. Sheena's taste lingered on my tongue. - I do believe I have just the cure for an overexcited slave-slut with an eager tongue! And I think a thorough spanking of your bare butt will be a delightful way to start the punishment, you have deserved. However, a few preparations are called for, I think, before we embark on that course! She ordered me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I felt her behind me and something smooth and cool enveloped my arms. - This is a single binding sleeve, Rita. It will fit tightly round your arms and covering your hands, making you totally unable to anything with them. At the same time, because it pulls back your arms and shoulders it pushes your chest forwards, and therefore makes your girly breasts stand out prominently. >From behind me, she pulled, none too gently, at the chain between my breasts. I gasped with pain. - You see, girl. They become soo much more accessible to my touch this way. Now let me just tighten this, and then we'll see what else I have in store for you. Queen Sheena tightened the sleeve using the many straps that was provided for this, and my shoulders were pulled back more than I would have thought possible, making my sore nipples ache even more and enhancing my perversely stimulating sense of total helplessness. Commenting on my dirty, naughty mouth she then fitted me with a red ball gag and then commanded me to spread my legs. - That should take care of any comments from you, girl. And now I'll fit you with a spreader-bar, making that juicy slit of yours readily available and parting those nether cheeks of yours slightly in just the way I like it. After attaching a spreader-bar to cuffs on my ankles, she now moved in front of me, and looked me over, while she languidly caressed herself. She touched herself beneath the silken dress that hugged her body so close. One a hand between her thighs, the other teasing her firm tits. All the time she held my eyes in hers, and the temperature in the room seemed to increase markedly. She was so incredibly beautiful, and I was a disobedient slut before my Queen, with my movement and speech severely restricted and a young pussy starting to become slick with the simple expectation of her strong hands on my helpless body. I wanted her to punish me, I needed her firm hands slapping my ass and making me suffer. Sheena now moved forward, and stood very close to me, so close I felt the whisper of her dress on my naked skin. She then roughly grabbed my buttocks and ground her silky thigh between my legs. I whimpered, in pleasure, until she suddenly stopped and gave me a few resounding slaps on my defenseless ass. She now reached with one hand to fondle the chain that hung between us, connecting my almost forgotten nipple-clips. Without warning she pulled them off with a firm gesture, then bowed her head to draw my right nipple into her warm mouth, while she forcefully manipulated the other nipple. Blood rushed into my abused nipple-flesh, causing a prickling storm of pain and throbbing stiffening. With Queen Sheena biting into one and pinching the other, my agony was acute and I tried to give it voice, but only unintelligible mumbles passed my gag. My Mistress was obviously enjoying herself, dividing her attention equally between my ravaged protuberances, pinching, sucking, biting, and even slapping my poor bosom. After the initial pain had subsided, I actually began to enjoy her attentions. She knew what she was doing, and was treating me to a heady mix of pleasure and pain by varying the intensity and quality of her touches. A sharp nail raking a blood-stiff nipple, a warm mouth and a gentle tongue licking, a stinging slap followed by a feathery tickle and a knowing massage of my developing, teenage bosom. This woman knew her way into a young girls heart, and soon I was sobbing with need, pushing my body towards her, moaning incoherently for her to pleeaase continue her ministrations. So naturally she stopped! - Luscious bitch, you! All hot and wet and bothered and just asking to be touched and pleased! Can't have that, slave! You are to be punished, remember! And having an orgasm just by being touched on the tits by me is not a punishment! It's a reward, you lewd little package! SWISSH. I yelped as Queen Sheena started whipping my tits with a small whip, consisting of numerous braided leather thongs. It stung horrendously, but also drew more blood to the skin, and soon my poor tits were red and hurting, the nipples most of all. Stiff as they were, they received a good share of the whipping. I had tears in my eyes and spit dribbled from my ball-gag. Sheena approached me, kissed away the spit and cooled my poor bosom by slowly licking each abused breast in turn. This bought a measure of relief, though they still hurt. - That was good! Such a lovely sight you are - all helpless and naked. With your tits red and such extra stiff nipples! Good nipples on you, girl. I think I'll give them some more attention. She left me for a minute and came back with a strange device, with two hollow, cylindrical plastic cups, some tubing and something looking like a pump. - This is a breast pump, darling. It will make your nipples swell nicely, filled up with blood. I can disconnect the pump and tubing and the cups will remain on your tits, with low pressure inside, and it will feel lust like someone sucking on your stiff, swollen nipples. Ready? What could I do but nod.... Queen Sheena attached the cups to my tits, were they fitted snugly over the aureole and nipple. She then slowly started using the hand-pump and I felt my nipples swell tremendously inside their plastic prison. It was very painful, although the swelling of the sore flesh did cause me considerable discomfort. That was quickly forgotten, though, when Sheena released a valve and the sucking action stopped. My distended nipples retreated but retained their incredible stiffness. Again Sheena pumped, and released the sucking action, and pumped. It was totally wonderful! The massaging action on my nipples made me forget all the previous hurts in a torrent of pleasure that tickled my whole being. I became just two stiff, hot, extended bits of nipple-flesh being sucked at again and again. I whimpered and moaned and sung out the intensity of my ordeal beyond the barrier of my gag, and between my legs wetness seeped and I could smell my own arousal. It stopped. Queen Sheena stopped the pumping action and closed the valves of top of the cups. She then released the tubing. My nipples almost filled the cups, so low a pressure had she created inside them. They were distorted and swollen beyond belief and I loved every moment of it! - Get a grip on yourself, slave! I think you could come just by standing there with those cups sucking on your stiff little nipples! She sat down. - Now come her and lie down over my lap. That spanking is long overdue! With small mincing steps, caused by the spreader-bar fastened to my ankles, I moved to her, and placed myself carefully over her lap. It was far from easy, but I managed to position my bosom on one side of her lap, and rest on my spread feet on the other side. This put my ass on show for Queen Sheena, and with my thighs opened she had a good view of my bared pussy. Her nails drew traces over my buttocks. Then it happened. Smack! Smack! Smack! Relentlessly her right hand delivered hard spanks to my poor, naked bottom. I did my best to rain still and not make any noise, but it was tough. She had much force in her arm, this Arabian Mistress, and she did not spare me. Slap! Slap! Smack! - You deserve this, you naughty girl! Nothing like a good spanking to set a disobedient slave in her right place. You are getting all red now, on your tight little buttocks. All red and warm. Smack! Smack! - And what's this? Juice dripping from that girly little slit, making my thigh wet and sticky! You're certainly a hot slave! With her left hand she now started to caress my breasts. She was careful not to pull the plastic cylinders free from my tits, but she pulled at them, and thus causing my breasts to extend. Then she shook the cylinders, causing my tit to shake and wobble. She paused in her spanking and for a short while used both her hands to thus stimulate my tits, and causing me to moan behind my gag. Queen Sheena now moved her attention to the melting pot between my legs. Her knowing fingers played an extended tap-dance on my outer labia before they excruciatingly slowly caressed my dripping snatch. She did not allow me any relief, she never touched my burning clit, standing stiff to attention, nor did she let her digits penetrate me. She just granted me a pause, a whisper of promised pleasure and fulfillment before she moved on to the next part of her agenda. My pussy ached for relief. My nipples were burning centers of pulsating blood; I was immobilized across the lap of a competent Mistress, who had created a dark and compelling fantasy around us. What more could I desire? What more could I wish for? Relief, Goddammit! A finger or tongue nibbling on my clit, releasing the unbearable pressure before I exploded and left this world as a screaming madwoman! A come. An orgasm. But none was upcoming. My Mistress stopped her fondling, bade me rise, and then swiftly proceeded to secure me in a convenient position by simply passing a rope through an eyelet at the end of the binding sleeve and passing the other end through a metal ring set in the roof. She then hoisted my arms up, by pulling the rope and just before the soles of my feet left the floor, she secured the rope by tying the end to a heavy chair. Swiftly, then, my ankles, still spread by the bar, were secured my more ropes and a final rope fastened my collar to the leg of a table. My sore, red, newly spanked ass was in the air, my head almost touched the floor, and my arms were tightly pulled upwards in their relentless prison. She most certainly had me at her mercy! - Ohh, what a sight you are, slave girl Rita! Such a perfect submissive. Who likes having her naked buttocks spanked. Who likes being all helpless and gagged. Hmm - don't you, honey? She slapped my exposed arse a few times, until I fervently nodded my head in agreement. - Good girl. And having you tits whipped and played with. Hmm? You like that too, huh, Rita? Oh, you're nodding you head I see. Good. And those stiff nipples of yours. Starting to hurt are they? I quickly shook my head in denial, and received a gentle rubbing on my back as reward. - A very good answer, my dear! You learning, aren't you? Now. What shall we teach you next? Oh! I know! I'm sure Carol hasn't been paying enough attention to that sweet bumhole of yours. Well, I'll try and rectify that. Something cool and greasy was dribbled on my bum, and soon my Queens gentle fingers started massaging by arsehole, penetrating beyond the anal sphincter and taking care to smear my nether entrance with the sticky goo. I felt good on my warm, abused buttocks. - Now, slave. I will not violate you severely today; just show you a little bit of what can be done. She dangled what looked like a chain of very large pearls before me. - These are anal beads. I'll use them to fill up your bottom, making you very receptive and sensitized - then we'll see what come up next..! Ohh - and I'll not forget to keep that delicious bum of yours in good shape! To prove her words she grabbed a small leather paddle and proceeded to touch up her work while I tested the ropes. - Mmm, you take very well to the paddle. Such lovely squirming.. and a nice wholesome color you have now! Delightful! The beads now.. Ah, yes, the beads. The anal beads. Taking her time, Queen Sheena pressed every one of them, and there were many, into my ass. She pushed them past my restricting anal sphincter, which had to open wide to accommodate them, and for each bead that passed into my well-greased anal canal, she either paddled my buttocks to a darker shade of red or spent some time caressing and exciting my bumhole. At last she was finished, and I filled to the brim. It was a weird feeling. Every time she spanked my ass and I wriggled or clenched my buttocks, I was reminded of the beads in my bowels. I had never before been so much aware of my ass, nor felt so much sensation in it. Then her clever finger again started dancing on my vulnerable pussy and by pinching my outer labia and lightly spanking my exposed vulva, she once again brought me right to the brink of a tremendous orgasm. She left me then, for a while. I tried to relax in my bonds and get my breath back, with a measure of success. I was sweating, my ass was filled with large anal beads, my buttocks were beaten red and raw, my shoulders were pulled back uncomfortably due to the rope from the binding sleeve to the roof, my mouth was full of red rubber. Yet I managed to find a center of peace within me. A place where I could forget the pain of my predicament and transform it into something totally different: acceptance. I was here, and I could not change that. I was in the hands of Queen Sheena, and I needed to be. I had a deep desire to be under the absolute control of a loving and competent Mistress, and I was not ashamed. I was proud to give what I had within me: obedience and submission. It was a gift, and I was free to give it. Freedom within bondage and loving within the pain. She returned then, Sheena. I saw her high heels and satin shoes, and let my eyes follow her well-shaped, stockinged legs upwards. Her silk stockings ended at her mid-thigh, and above hat she was totally, stark naked. Dusky brown, with high-riding proud breasts and a firm stomach, she was an imposing sight form from my lowly position. - So, my little, horny lesbian slave girl. Are you comfortable? I was unsure as to how to react, but decided to shake my head slightly. - Ahh. No of course you are nor comfortable. Nor are you meant to be... Are you happy, though? This time I was sure! I nodded vigorously. Queen Sheena laughed, and I felt a stupid smile try to get around my ball gag. I was happy! And her laugh thrilled me. She crouched down and lifted my head with a hand on my chin. The she proceeded to lick my face with a long, deliciously tickling tongue. She paid special attention to my earlobes and gently blew air into my sensitive inner ear, something that made me almost cry with longing. - Are you close, dear Rita?, she whispered to me. - Are you my hot little maid? Ready to serve and obey me, and to suffer because I want you to? Are you, Rita? I nodded, as her tongue again tickled my ear. - So suffer a little bit more, Queen Sheena then promised me, as she rose to her feet and moved behind me. Teasing my puffy outer labia, slick with love-juice seeping from my pussy, she suddenly pinched hard and I felt something being clipped painfully onto my swollen nether lip. - Clothespins, slave; can be used for many things! That was what she was doing: carefully placing a row of clothespins on both my outer pussy lips, where they immediately caused a hot, throbbing pain that made my prior excitement disappear completely. I moaned - it took all my discipline not to scream in agony. - So, Rita. What a lovely sight. Your naked pussy all adorned with clothespins, hanging between your thighs.. What happens if I make them dance...? I bit into the rubber ball in my mouth as Queen Sheena diddled with the clothespins attached to my pussylips. Waves of searing pain passed over me, but seemed to lose their edge with time. My poor pussylips must have become numb by the treatment. Meanwhile Sheena proceeded by tying string through holes in the plastic clothespins, and then carefully pull the string tight and tying it to my ankle-cuffs. The result was that my young pussy was totally bared and open for my Mistress, with the tortured outer lips pulled aside. - That is soo erotic! I love having a young girls pussy opening up for me in this manner. It provides for such easy assess and for an unrestricted view of the inner parts of that delicate flower. Mmm, your clitoris is very stiff I see, and you are very wet inside. All this must be making you excited! She slapped my bottom hard a few times, the clothespins jiggled and I was again aware of the pillar of anal beads inside me. Then my devious Queen presented her coup de grace: I felt something hard and stiff at the entrance of my cunt. A dildo! - I'm going to fuck you now, you little slave slut. But to may not come, and to ensure that, I will fix an extra pin right on that little, rock-hard clit of yours. She did just that, carefully attaching the plastic pin, so that it exerted an almost unbearable force on my nubbin. Then she forcefully, without warning pushed a long rubber dong right up in my wide-open hole. She left it there for a long moment, letting me savor the intense feeling of having both my virgin ass and my vagina completely filled. The she began to fuck me in earnest, initially with long, slow strokes, then gradually increasing the speed. Rapidly I lost myself. I became the fuck-toy of my Dominatrix, loosing myself in the rhythm of the dildo penetrating my innermost depths. I felt her occasionally slapping my buttocks, and a few times she reached over and fondled my imprisoned nipples. But I was reduced to being a cunt, clenching my muscles around the intruder, sensing my filled rectum, making ever so tiny moves against the dildo in order not to pull excessively at my spread labia. Queen Sheena was holding on to the clothespin clipped on my clit, in order not to have the dildo pummel it, but suddenly she slowed down the speed of her fucking, spanked my ass with her free hand and then in one drawn out movement, she pulled all the anal beads from my ass. One after the other they passed my sphincter, dilating it to its limit, before it closed again, only to let another past. This series of dilations and contractions of my asshole was intensely sensuous and stimulating. I had never had such sensations back there before, and I was very grateful that this Arabian beauty had shown me what anal stimulation could do. I did not come. I wasn't allowed to, and Mistress Carol had trained me well. But I knew I could possibly have an orgasm in the future simply through having my tight asshole played with by a Mistress. Sheena now removed the rubber dildo, and while she gently massaged my buttocks and vulva, she rapidly removed the clothespins adorning my labia. Blood rushed back into the abused flesh, causing an agony of prickling pain. But also a wonderful relief from the relentless pressure. She soothed me by quiet words and sweet caresses, and finally removed the numbing pin, clipped to my sensitive nubbin. I have no words for what happened next. It was no orgasm in the normal sense. No contractions, nor a sudden explosive release. It began a quaking. A whisper of a shudder, and it grew to be a convulsive shaking of my whole, bound body. A high whine became the only sound I was capable of uttering, and I pressed myself backwards, towards Sheena, who softly, somewhat surprised, but undoubtedly pleased, continued to calm me down. - Well done, Rita. It was breathtaking to watch you, after I removed that final pin from your hard, little clit. Now, before I continue to ravish your young body, I want to take some pleasure from that talented, but willful, tongue of yours. Queen Sheena moved to my head and gently removes the ball gag from my distended mouth. I thanked her appropriately, but she cut me short: - You can thank me with you tongue, slut. I'll get in position here, so you have access to my Queenly ass. That's it. Now, stick that tongue of yours out, and pay homage to your Queen and Mistress by worshipping my asshole. Let the tip of your tongue tickle my anal rim. Yess, girl. Good! She had placed her muscular, dusky ass directly below my face, and now used her hands to spread her cheeks and provide me with better access to the divine hole between them. Still riding on the incredible wave of pleasure and release I had just felt, I tasted the exquisite flavor of her by exploring every wrinkle in the sweet muscle that guarded her anal canal. - Mmmm, yess.. That's nice, isn't it, Rita? To service your Queen by tasting her most secret places? To have my scent and taste totally dominate your senses? Aaahh.. I do so love to have a young girl like you between my butt-cheeks, forced to lick my anus. Stiffen you tongue now, girl, and stick it into my ass. Slowly. You should relish the task. Yess, yess.. that's it you sweet devil... right up my hole.. wriggle it around.. like that.. just like that.. keep it up, slut.. tongue-fuck you Mistress now.. in and out.. ohhh.. yes... Rita.. You are a perfect ass-slave, fucking my hole so nicely.. slobbering in my anal juices.. mmmm.. Let me ride your tongue now.. Keep it still, but stiff.. So! Clenching her anal muscles, my Queen relentlessly rode my aching tongue, which I fought to keep as stiff as possible. I was smothered by her, and her heady aroma, a combination of her increasingly aroused pussy and the earthy smell emanating from her asshole, fed my own excitement. I had, during my time at Miss Hartley's School, become aware of what sensations turned on my hitherto dormant desires, but I not realized, until this moment, what an important role my sense of smell played. The odor coming from this dominating Arabian girl was causing my poor overburdened brain to once again light up with signals of sexual pleasure. My tormented buttocks, pussy and asshole twitched and pulsed with renewed arousal and I lost myself in the task of tongue-fucking the velvety, rhythmically clenching anal tunnel of my Queen. After an indeterminable length of time, Sheena stopped her ride on my tongue, to turn and kiss my mouth forcefully and carefully, sucking my tired tongue into her mouth and rejoicing in the flavor of her own juice. A gentle whisper tickled my ear, and while she gently caressed my hair, Sheena blew her plans for the immediate future into my attentive ears: - I'm going to ravage you now, you naughty thing. I'm going to absolutely violate your darling little bottom hole and make you scream with pleasure and sweet pain as I slap your naked pussy and rosy butt. Would you like that, Rita? Would you like to be butt-fucked while hanging there all innocent and unable to resist? Hmm? Is that what you would like? - Yeees.. Yeess, Please Mistress.. I'd like to feel you in my naughty butt, Mistress.. My.. my it's tingly and warm, Mistress.. waiting for you... Smack! Smack! Smack! Queen Sheena had quickly arisen, and now forcefully spanked my poor butt with her bare hands. - Ask to be butt-fucked, you despicable slut! Beg for me to fill your warm and wet little anus with my dildo! Come on.. - Ouch.. Owww.. please Mistress, please my Queen, I beg of you.. Please butt-fuck me, Queen Sheena, Please fuck me hard in my ass with you dildo.. Oohhh, please, Mistress.. - Ok, then, Sheena laughed, If you want it so much you shall have it... She went to a corner of the room, away from my line of sight and soon returned, to show me the instrument she was going to use on my virgin ass. It was a double dildo, a long thick part separated from a thinner, knobby part by a soft leather pad connected to a harness. Sheena strapped on the contraption after first having slowly inserted the thick part into her cunt. She stood close to me as she did this, and I watched the flesh colored plastic gradually disappear into the moist darkness of her sex. I was glad that part was not to enter my ass. Even though Queen Sheena had achieved a high degree of sensitization of my butt-hole, I was still a novice to being fucked back there, and I felt more comfortable with the thinner, knobbed staff that now protruded from the leather pad, that fitted snugly over the cunt of my Arabian dominatrix. She greased the staff carefully, then stepped up behind me, and her nails slowly raked my abused buttocks, causing me to shy away from her. Not that I had any chance of sparing my ass! I was in tight bondage, my legs spread to the utmost, my butt in the air, my head near the floor, and my arms uncomfortably stretched towards the ceiling by the rope fastened to the binding sleeve keeping them in captivity. Sheena just laughed, pulled me towards her by grabbing my waist, and proceeded to slap my arse with her left hand, while guiding the tip of the dildo towards my twitching sphincter. It slid easily past the muscle, already somewhat relaxed by the thorough treatment she had given it with the anal beads, and soon my virgin bum was being invaded by cold, hard plastic. I felt no pain. Queen Sheena was gentle in her intrusion, and I found I actually welcomed the intriguing feeling of having my tight anal canal filled. The knobs on the shaft provided an additional heady sensation by the rhythmic stretching and relaxation they caused in my sphincter. Pain, however, was soon provided for me, as Sheena, having filled me up completely, bend close over my prostate, bound body and removed the suction cups covering my poor nipples. I had almost forgotten my nipples. The pain caused from the low pressure and the resulting dilation of the flesh within the suction cups, had disappeared and instead the constant stiffening action had added to my general arousal. Now I felt them again however, and almost howled in agony as Sheena roughly fondled and pulled at nipple-flesh that was sore and raw and rock-hard with pulsing blood. Grabbing a handful of tit in either hand, tweaking the nubbins hard, she now began to fuck my ass in earnest. Queen Sheena slammed her pelvis against my vulnerable, exposed ass, driving the shaft of the dildo far up into my stretched bowels, totally filling my violated butt and I heard a low whine, that it took me some time to realize was my own. Relentless pressure built up within me, as her fucking set my bound body into a slow rocking, and I found myself gliding up and down the slippery dong, sensing the passage of the knobs past my expanding and contracting rosebud, relishing the total submission inherent in my present predicament. I managed to ignore the stringent pain caused my Sheena's manipulation and rough kneading of my breasts, and the pressure building in my crimson ass gradually changed as heat was generated and I managed to accommodate the tool of my Mistress within my virgin butt. Sheena then moved her hands downward, increased the speed of her fucking and small slaps started to fall like heavy hail on my red-hot ass cheeks. - Yess.. Ohh it's so good to buttfuck a virgin chick like you.. You have a tight hole, slave.. Ahhh.. Grind that firm butt up against me... meet my thrusts.. that is it, girl.. feel the heat... inside you.. on your bottom cheeks.. hear the slaps.. You're my little horny buttfucked slutslave, Rita.. getting your kicks from having your ass filled by a Mistress.. by being bound tightly and spanked ... Ahh yess.. come on, Rita... now you fuck me... She stopped her thrusting, and I clenched my ass on the shaft and rocked as much as the bondage allowed me, so as to fuck my Queen with the thick end of the dildo, buried to the hilt in her sopping cunt. Sheena still slapped my bum, but I was beyond any pain now, flying high on the rushing waves that forewarned me of an approaching orgasm. - Pleeease, Mistress, I whined, Pleeassse.. I.. I'm so clooose.. Can I commmee, pleaase, Queen Sheena?? - No! Not now! My Mistress ordered, and started to lightly spank my swollen cunt in order to keep me from coming. She pinched my pulsing, swollen pussylips, which were silken and slippery with my dew. She was careful not to touch my clitoris, as even a slight stimulation at this stage would have set me off irreversibly. Beyond pain, I reveled in her touches, and wriggled my spanked, dildo-impaled ass in order to achieve ultimate relief. I was oblivious, all instructions about not having an orgasm before specifically allowed to, completely forgotten. My nerves were screaming in frustration. Sheena's voice, harsh but hoarse with her own arousal, somehow got through to me. - Keep still, Rita! Don't move at all. Yess.. yess.. quiet now.. We can't have you orgasm without permission, can we? - Nooo... But I... unghhh .. I'm soooo.. I can't.... - Oh, yes you can! Keep you butt still, and concentrate... Get you breath under control. - I..I'll try.. Mistressss... - Don't come, Rita! Your pleasure is under my strict control! You are not allowed to, until I give you permission. Remember your training. You will serve your Mistress and Queen, and that is your only purpose. To serve and to please. No orgasm now, no release until I'm ready to grant you that privilege. She got through to me, and thus saved me from the ignobility of coming without be ordered to, and from failing the initiation. - Thank .. thank you, dear Mistress. Thank you my Queen... I.. - Mmm, I know, dear. Very well done, though. Not many can return from where you had reached. Queen Sheena gently caressed and soothed my sweating backside and gradually I managed to get my breathing under control. - Now, Rita, I'm going to fuck you until I come. I will ride you wildly, and you will experience such sensation in your cute ass, as you have never dreamed of. And you will be allowed to come... When I'm right at the brink, I'll start slapping your cunt, right on top of your wet slit, and that sweet pain will cause you to come, when I give the word. And the word is 'spend'. Do you understand, slave? - Yes, Mistress. I understand. - Very well. Let us proceed then! What a fucking I was then treated to! Totally at the mercy of this stunning and imaginative teenage Arabian girl. My body was hers to dominate and control, as she had just proven by bringing me down form the edge of an explosive orgasmic release. I was helpless, a lesbian slave girl in tight bondage. Humiliated. Spanked. Violated. Forcibly aroused. And getting extremely turned on by the forbidden and degraded, sensuous pleasure it provided me. I was owned, body and soul, and by giving up my free will, and the control of my own desires and bodily functions, I had achieved emotional and sexual height I never new existed. And I was being led to new places all the time. Right now by a striking teenage girl of overwhelming competence. Who was aggressively deflowering my young bum by relentlessly driving a knobby dildo in and out of my anus with forceful thrusts. She actually withdrew the shaft from my anus every time she was making ready for a forward thrust, thus teasing my tortured rosebud by letting it contract, and then again push the tip of her dildo through it, forcing it to again expand. Once the tip was inside, Sheena would then, none too gently, let it penetrate to its full extent. - Feel me fucking your ass, my darling little lesbian slave. Let go now. Feel my thrusts. Remember my fingers taking possession of your breasts, tweaking the nipples. Remember the slaps I gave your pussy. Yesss.. ohhh.. remember, Rita... I'm inside you, all over you.. You cannot resist... helpless... fucked... fuck fuck.... Mmmmm ... harder.. harder.. faster... I'm fucking your tight hole, deeep... yess, so deep.. right up you bowels... Let me just tweak those stiff nipples of yours again.. Ohh.. yes sooo stiff.. blood-filled. You are beyond pain... pleasure, Rita.. heat.. feel it.. Let go... Ohhh.. let goooo... Relentless her fucking pummeled my ass. She no longer withdrew her shaft at each thrust, she was humping me with increasing abandon, kneading my breasts, pulling at my protruding nipples, tweaking and pinching them, scratching me with her long nails. I was drenched in sweat, lost somewhere on an ocean of aroused agony. Begging without words I rounded my arse and pushed it as far back as possible to meet her violent fucking. The only thing pinning me to the world was that explosive pillar stretching my anal passage. The sudden stinging pain of a strong hand slapping my young pussy, brought me back. Alternatively lightly tapping my nether lips, letting her fingers titillate my dripping snatch, and knowingly spanking the puffy lips of my exposed sex, she was driving me rapidly towards the edge. And she knew it. So in a dark daze I heard her order, as she in the initial throes of her own climax increased the force of her barehanded blows. And then stopped, as she came in violent spasms that were supplanted to the long instrument deep inside me. Tottering on the edge of the chasm, I could not reach satisfaction, even though she had allowed it. Not until Sheena, riding the aftermath of her climax, bent close to me, lightly caressed my engorged nipples and repeated: - Spend, Rita, spend! I spent! My body dissolved in the wave of climatic release that washed over me as her treatment of me was consummated. I shuddered uncontrollably beneath her, and my muscles spasmed around the dildo in my ass, and my clitoris hummed as an explosive prelude to my wet pussy disintegrating in exquisite relief. I sobbed, and laughed and withered in my bonds and soared away into a dark-blue sky, only I could see.

Later, released from my bonds, soothed by exotic ointments, I kneeled happily at the feet of my divine Queen, sharing a pot of minty tea with her, and glowing with the deep satisfaction she had provided for me. - I envy Carol! She should be very proud of you, Rita. You're a natural submissive, and a very beautiful one, too. I shall definitely recommend, that you become a part of our Sorority. I'm sure you will be a strong asset for us! I just smiled at her, and gently kissed my way up her muscular legs, from her instep all the way to the top of her thighs. She stopped me then, as it was time for us to join the others for the final ceremony of the initiation.

1. A female gathering late at night

Sheena blindfolded me, and led me on my leash back to the secret meeting room of the Black Sorority, where I was ordered to stand with my hands on top of my head. From the sounds around me, I gathered that we were among the last to arrive, and soon afterwards the blindfold was removed, and I once again stood before the three Mistresses. There was a distinct flush in their cheeks now, and their clothes were in some disarray, but the stern gazes with which they surveyed us, was the same as before. I risked a brief glance at my fellow candidates for initiation and noticed that Lisa, Sheena's charge, was accompanied by Mistress Carol. I felt a pang of jealousy, because the tall, blond, naked girl looked so satiated. She was standing like me with her hands on top of her head, and Carol was right behind her, looking at her in a proprietary manner. I caught the eye, of my Mistress, though, and she smiled briefly and sent me a wink. Reassured, I again directed my attention towards the dominating women seated before us. - My dear girls. I trust you've had a pleasant time.... Sheena chuckled behind me. - Now, we are all eager to hear about your diverse experiences, and you must now give report of, what has been done to you, and whether you managed to cope with our requirements about now coming before ordered to do so. Let see, who shall begin....? I shuddered as she looked closely at us four slave girls standing before her. I did not relish the thought of retelling the indignities I had been suffering to these formidable authoritarians. Luckily, Miss Hartley chose Eveleen as the one to begin. That would give me some time to collect my wits. Eveleen was ordered to move forward and face the seated panel. Our young Mistresses found chairs for themselves and sat down, expectant, whereas we poor slave girls remained standing. I noticed that Eveleen's small, tight ass was blood red and retained a number of vertical, almost purple marks. - Well, Eveleen, please tell us what Mistress Ruby has doing to test you. Take your time, girl. We'll ask questions as you go along, if we feel some point needs clarification. - Yess, yess Miss Hartley.. Mistresses.. The small, well-formed girl was clearly bothered by the situation, and was looking down at the floor. Miss Langley barked a short order: - Keep your head up, and look at you Mistresses! Get a grip on yourself! This seemed to shake Eveleen out of her stupor, and she gradually got her voice under control as her story unfolded. - Mistress Ruby, took me to her rooms, Ma'am. And then she bound me face down on the bed, so I was spread-eagled, and all helpless. Then she tickled me, and scratched me with her nails, and it made me tingle and become very hot. I was then spanked, Ma'am. Very hard. Barehanded and with a paddle. My bottom was getting red and warm and it also made me wet. - Where did it make you wet, slut! - Between.. between my thighs, Miss Brown. - In your hot, little pussy, you mean? - Yes, Ma'am. My pussy was getting wet. I .. I was getting aroused by the spanking, and Mistress Ruby noticed, so she started spanking my pussy with a small riding crop, but it didn't help... Soft laughter from all the Mistresses. - So in stead she attached some clamps to my.. to the lips down there.. my pussy lips, and it was very painful, but she talked nice to me, and stroked me. It.. I was still very wet, so Mistress Ruby decided to cane me. She released me from the bed, and I had to bend over, and she put weights on the chains on the clamps for my pussy and also for my nipples. I was also made to dance, so they jiggled and pulled and were very hard on me. Then I was tied with my head almost on the floor and Mistress Ruby put a bar between my legs and then she found a bamboo cane and she gave me some very hard beatings with it. - Yes, please turn around so that we can admire the result. Good. Bend down now. Very nice indeed. Did it stop you from being wet, Eveleen? - No, Ma'am. It hurt a lot, but Mistress Ruby put some ointment on it and then I had to suckle her breasts and lick her pussy, until she had an orgasm. Then she tied me up again, on my back this time, and tickled me with a feather and also rubbed me with rabbit fur. I was very wet now, and close to coming, and begging her to let me have an orgasm, but she just continued and pulled the chains, so I was in much pain and then she tickled me again. It went on for a long time.. and .. and at last she told me to come, and I had to put my tongue up in her bum hole and lick and suck and then I could have an orgasm. - Very well, Eveleen. Mistress Ruby, can you confirm that Eveleen did not come before her time? - Yes, Miss Hartley, she spend very profusely, but only when I gave her permission. - Ok. Eveleen, you may kiss my boot and resume your position. You have done well tonight and we are happy to have you with us. Eveleen gratefully kissed the proffered leather boot and hurried to her place. I was next and trembled as I demurely stepped forward. The Mistresses inspected my crimson buttocks and also commented on my glowing bosom, as my sore nipples were still stiff and jutted prominently from my tits. I then recounted, as best I could, my adventures with the dominating teenage Queen of Arabia, and when I came to the incident where Sheena had adorned my pussy-lips with clothespins, opened it up as never before and thoroughly fucked me with a dildo, I also told of the exquisite shudder I had experienced when she had removed the pin from my blood-engorged clit. - Ah! Was it a come then, that you had? Did you spend without permission, due to the kindness of your Mistress, as she removed that clothespin from your naughty and undoubtedly very stiff clitoris? - Nooo, Ma'am. I.. it was.. I don't know what happened, Mistress. I just trembled and shuddered and .. No, I did not come! Truly, I did not! - What do you say, Mistress Sheena? What happened? Sheena stepped forward. - Rita is speaking truth, as far as I also know it, Mistress. It's not something I have experienced before, but it was definitely not a come. There was no spasming of the cuntal muscles, nor any explosive release. I believe Rita to be a slave girl in excellent training, and I think the occurrence was a way for her to provide some relief for her arousal, without having a come. Also, the removal of a clothespin from a girl's clitoris, while a Mistress is penetrating her is a heady experience for the uninitiated. - Indeed, Mistress Sheena. Thank you. You may proceed with your tale, slave Rita. I continued my story, pleased at Sheena's support and praise of my training. It made me feel proud, and also proud of Carol, who with such loving care had introduced me to this intriguing world of delicious dominance. After I finished, I kissed the slick leather of Miss Hartley's boot and returned to my place. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Yes, slut-slave! Feel my tool up your pussy, filling you out. Fucking you. You like it, Lisa! You want this. You need to be taken with force by a Mistress. You are free to enjoy now, my dear! Go with it... meet my thrusts... Lisa moved her lower body as much as possible, in order to meet the rubber tool, and make it all disappear into her moist depths. - Yeeeees.. Please Mistress... I.. I feel so good... Please fuck me.. please fuck your little, naughty pee-slave... Ohhhhh..., inside me... it's sooooo goood... fill me up.. my.. my breasts... Fuck.....! Carol stopped her fucking, unbound the silken scarves that constricted the base of Lisa's ample jugs, but left the nipple clamps in place, though she untied them from the eyelet in the ceiling. She started slapping both tits gently with her bare hands. They were very red now, suffused with Lisa's hot blood, and the nipples were enormous, even though clamped. Carol gave an order, kept still, and let Lisa do the work. Lisa moved wildly now, trying to get thoroughly fucked by Carol's dildo, but was not allowed to come. Instead Carol's carefully slapped the upper part of Lisa's pussy, torturing the poor stiff clitoris and the puffy labia. Then she inserted a knobby, vibrating staff into Lisa's tight anal canal, ordered the younger girl to keep still, and proceeded to violate her ass with the staff. Impaled on two rubber dongs, with profusely crimson tits and with a Mistress paying careful attention to her throbbing center of bliss, Lisa had to beg for release! - Pleeese.. Mistress Carol... I.. I need to.. pleeese can I come, Mistress... - No, not yet! Carol increased the speed of her ass fucking, and removed the nipple clips causing Lisa to gasp when the blood rushed back and made the nipples painfully stiff and pulsating. - Thank you, Mistress.... Can I come now... can your slave please come.... - No! Carol left the staff deep within Lisa's ass, with the vibrator humming, fucked the cunt of her slave girl with fast and deep thrustings, and let her body crush the tits of the young blonde. She roughly kissed Lisa, delving into her mouth and tasting her own piss. Lisa hummed with frenzy beneath her, frantic with lust. She longed so strongly for release, and was in such a state of arousal that just a small extra stimulation would hurtle her over the brink and into an explosive orgasm. Only her dedicated training kept her from letting go. But she begged. Oh, how she begged! And just before it became unbearable, Mistress Carol relented and released the nipple clamps and at the time gave the ravaged lesbian slave permission to come. So she did! Shaking uncontrollably Lisa came. With a vibrating staff up her tight anal passage, a thick dildo fucking her aching pussy. With the taste of her Mistress' pee in her mouth and the painful rush of blood to nipples recently set free from their clamps. She came. Screaming. - Ohhhhh... Thank you, Mistress... yesssss..I'm... fuck... pleasssse... ohhhh.. I'm .. I'm coooming...! The rest was incoherent...

A hard slap to my right cheek brought me back into the real world. Miss Hartley was right in front of me, something not quite anger apparent in her eyes. - Welcome back, slut! Have you been fantasizing while Lisa told her story to us? And have your pussy become wet and slick with juice as you dreamt about being in her place, hmm? Miss Hartley roughly investigated my throbbing vulva and forced me to lick her fingers afterwards. Then I was ordered to bend over, and the Headmistress delivered a hard, but mercifully short spanking to my crimson cheeks. It made her cheeks flush, and it was evident she was in a state of great arousal from hearing all the tales of domination among her pupils. So she removed her short leather skirt and matching panties and sat down in a chair with her legs spread wide and her crotch accessible and ready to be serviced by the slave girls present. - Linda and Rita! Come here and pay homage to your headmistress! We hurried to obey her order. Linda kneeled in front of Miss Hartley and I was told to lie on my back on the floor below the chair and from there lick my headmistress' anus. It wasn't easy! My position was uncomfortable and I had to use my arms to lift my upper body so my face could come in contact with the firm buttocks above. Miss Hartley had placed her ass on the edge of the chair, and her spread legs exposed her pussy to the diligent licking Linda was providing. But it was difficult for me to get access to her darkest hole. After an initial frustrating licking of Miss Hartley's muscular buttocks, I felt slick leather slapping my poor pussy, and was thus motivated to rapidly find my goal, and I was soon thoroughly exploring the anus of our dominating headmistress with my tired tongue. Mistress Carol meanwhile spurred me on with stinging slaps on my exposed cunt, using a small braided whip that soon had me moaning with pain and perverse arousal as I reveled in the musky aroma of the elastic anal canal I was servicing. - Yesss girls.. such talented tongues.. fuck my ass hole, Rita.. let me ride your sweet and limber tongue.. ride your face.. smother you with my bottom. Suck my clit, slave Linda.. savor the flavor, girl... you are privileged to service your headmistress... come on girls... She violently humped my face, wildly riding my sore tongue, which I struggled to keep stiff and ready for her. She massaged it with a strong, velvet grip and above me, Linda was licking and sucking on the stiff, protruding clit of our Mistress. My nose was pressed into the slick wetness of Miss Hartley's dripping snatch and I lost myself in the explosion of scent I was immersed in. Red-hot slaps on my puffy, pulsing nether lips, interchanged with soft explorations of my seeping wetness brought me closer and closer to my own climax, as the adult woman I was ministering to reached hers with a long wail and a vice like clamping of her anal passage, trapping my diligent tongue within its depths. Then I lost control and wailed my release into the smothering flesh above me and my cunt spasmed on the loving hand of Mistress Carol as she caressed my twitching pussy and with the other hand whipped my budding bosom.

Afterwards, with the musky taste of Miss Hartley ass still lingering in my mouth and the heady smell of her arousal in my nostrils, Carol took me back to our rooms, and we slept the dreamless sleep of the eminently satisfied.

I'll never forget that night. I was among women of the same persuasion as myself, and I had been initiated into their secret sisterhood, the Black Sorority. It made me unbelievably happy and grateful, belonging to this select group, and I was already impatient for the next gathering....