Procured

Procured (F/F, M/F, D/s, BD, Slavery, Consensual) by Calandria ============================================================================ ====Procured Chapter 1 - Mark has Sandra procure him a sex-slave ============================================================================ ====Married fifteen years, and feeling it. I didn't suppose it was unusual, but why should I be like all the rest, and settle for life of boring respectability? My urges told me otherwise -- with horrible frequency. Problem was, I didn't think they were shared. Then, right out of the blue, I came across my still-attractive 38 year-old wife, Sandra, reading a little black paperback called The Image.' Intrigued, I said, After you,' and she instantly colored up, like a kid caught doing something naughty. I made a dive for the book and snatched it. She grabbed it back and gave me a mouthful. OK, OK,' I said, so it's girlie stuff. I won't press the point.' Later, she came and handed me the book, shamefaced. She said not a word, but just walked away. I couldn't believe it. Although I must confess I'd never heard of the work before, it turns out it was an erotic French classic, about a couple who take under their wing a young girl, whom they treat as a sex-slave, dressing her as they wish, administering her terrible whippings and sexual humiliation. By the time I had read three chapters I had a tremendous erection, which I had to relieve before I was halfway through the book. True, it went right over the top in the later stages, but had to be regarded as a work of pure fantasy. What fascinated me was that my wife had obviously been captivated by it. I resolved to discuss it with her. The opportunity didn't occur until that night in bed, when we talked late into the night, first of all obliquely, then more directly, about The Image.' Our discussion revolved, finally, around whether it would be practicable to do something like that described in the book, even on a limited scale. I didn't know, my wife thought definitely not. But I could tell she was excited by the idea, and we made love that night as we hadn't for years, with a fervor that had really been missing. I wouldn't let the idea go. If a pretty young girl got on the bus, on the way to work, I saw her in handcuffs, being belabored with my riding crop, and begging for more. In the office, a flighty secretary's short skirt had me dreaming of chaining her to the wall, so that I had to pinch myself to bring myself back to reality. But it was all starting to fade a bit I suppose, as spring turned into summer, and my wife and I had fallen back into our comfortable existence when she walked into our lives. Just like that. I was cleaning the car, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked around and stood there was a slim girl of about twenty, dressed in a denim jacket and jeans, and a Snoopy tee-shirt, carrying a duffel-bag. Her mousy hair was gathered in a pony-tail, with several strands escaping around her unmade-up face. Hi,' said the girl, I'm looking for lodgings.' She had a trace of an accent. Eastern European? We were rattling around in a biggish house, my wife and I, having long since given up the idea of having children, but had never thought for one moment of taking in a lodger. I won't say I didn't have ulterior motives in the back of my mind -- I should be lying, but I never even consulted Sandra, I just nodded and said, We 'll give it a try, eh? If you don't get on our nerves after a week or two, you've got yourself a deal.' I don't think we even agreed a price. I showed Katia to our spare room, and established that she was, in fact, Romanian, and a student, whatever that meant, and left her to make herself at home. When Sandra came home from shopping, I broke the news to her. She went mad, and was all for storming up to the room and throwing the girl out on her ear. I restrained her, and she eventually calmed down. After all, we could do with a bit of extra cash,' I said, and she saw the sense of that. A little while later, she went up to meet Katia, and said she'd prefer to do so alone. When she came back down, she was smiling. It'll be fine,' she said, she's having dinner with us tonight.' At eight, I was opening the wine, when Katia appeared. I was stunned. The slightly scruffy student was transformed. There stood a beautiful young woman. She was dressed in a pleated miniskirt which showed off magnificent long bare legs, and a skimpy tank-top which only just covered a pair of small but pert breasts. Her hair was brushed out neatly and fell down her back almost to her waist. She had applied a little make-up, including artful eye-shadow and pale lipstick, which gave her a totally new look, innocent-little-girl, but with a knowing' sort of slant. Sandra came in with the dinner. She had made an effort -- it's amazing what an extra woman in the house can do - and wore a white silk blouse and tight skirt. The dinnertime conversation was stilted somewhat by Katia's strangeness in our company, and also, probably, by her lack of perfect English. I questioned her on where she came from, and she talked openly about her village and family, but when I started to ask her what she was studying, she became evasive, and I soon saw tears welling up in her eyes. Soon afterwards, she made an excuse, and went hurriedly to her room. Sandra followed her without a word to me. They were up there for almost two hours. I know, because I watched the whole of a football match on the television before Sandra returned. When she did so, she sat down on the sofa beside me and put a hand on my thigh, something she never did, then let it creep up to my zipper. I kissed her as she fumbled with my underpants, releasing my growing erection. Then I felt for her tits beneath the silk blouse to find to my surprise that she wasn't wearing a bra. This was an entirely new departure for Sandra, and one which turned me on irresistibly. She took my by now massive stalk between her red lips and ran them gently up and down, up and down, then harder and deeper, taking me to the back of her throat, until I could bear it no longer, and I came with a great, convulsive jerk as she sucked every drop out of me. What brought that on?' I asked. Just.......things,' she said, mysteriously, but I knew that the arrival of Katia in our house had had some kind of effect on Sandra. I was to find out a whole lot more. Next day I went off to work early and had no contact with my wife until I arrived home in the evening. I had changed into casual garb -- chinos and a polo shirt - and was listening to music, when Sandra walked into the room wearing a knee-length black dress and black heels. Her blonde hair was swept up in a new style, lending her an unaccustomed sophistication. Hello, Mark, darling,' she said, You know I have talked to Katia at length? And you remember our conversation about three months ago -- after we read that book? Well Katia wants to take on that role.' I started to speak, ask about money, that sort of thing, but Sandra quickly hushed me, It's all arranged, darling. I love you, you know that. We have everything we need, and now we have Katia -- don't ask any more questions.' She went out then, and came back shortly, with Katia holding her by the hand. She was wearing the same clothes as the previous night, miniskirt and tank-top. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of the top. Kiss Mark, dear,' she said to the girl, and Katia came over, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, her gorgeous full lips open, her little tongue probing around the roof of my mouth, her whole lithe body pressed hard up against mine. I felt an instant hard-on grow unbidden, and kneaded her round young buttocks with both hands. But Sandra was suggesting dinner, so we all sat down and ate the pizzas Sandra had prepared, conversation at a minimum. When we had finished, Sandra said to Katia, Stand up, girl.' Katia complied, standing beside the table, looking embarrassed as we looked her up and down. Undress,' ordered Sandra, and the youngster looked on the point of protesting, until she saw that Sandra's expression was too stern to admit any procrastination. She unfastened the waistband of her skirt, and it fell to the floor, the she hesitantly pulled the tank-top over her head, revealing pointed young breasts, with protuberant aureole and prominent nipples. She was left wearing a pair of white cotton panties. Those too,' said Sandra, and she hooked her thumbs under them and pulled them down revealing her luxuriant bush of pubic hair. Knowing my role, I ran my hand through her slit, letting two fingers linger at the entrance to her cunt, and then tracing it to her tiny arsehole, where I drew a gasp from her when I pushed a finger just a little way into the puckered entrance. Meanwhile Sandra was ruffling her bush, and said, This must go.' This very decisively, and from my wife, who had never deigned to shave her pubes in fifteen years of marriage, despite several requests from me. Leaving me open-mouthed, she led Katia from the room, and shortly I heard giggles coming from the bathroom, and running water. Then quite a time elapsed before they returned. When they did so, Katia wore a robe I identified as my wife's, but proudly parted it for my inspection. She was completely clean-shaven, and it looked as if her labia had been rouged. I was overtaken by a multitude of desires. But Sandra was speaking. Katia, I want you to tell Mark what you have told me, very clearly. Tell him what you want.' She looked uncertain, and then said, in her halting English, I will be a good slave for you. I want that you hurt me much. For that I like. I do everything you want.' Good,' said Sandra, Tomorrow is Saturday. We go and buy you clothes, then we start your training. But now you can watch my husband fuck me.' With that she sat on the sofa, and gave me another shock. Two shocks, really. For when she raised her dress up to her waist and spread her legs in a manner I would never have believed until now, I saw not only that for the first time since I had known her she was not wearing panties, but that she too had shaven her mound! Katia was sat next to her by now, on the sofa, and I was able to fondle her firm and delicious tits while I was stoking my wife's sopping slit. Sandra opened her legs even more generously, and fingered her own slit lewdly, pulling her lips apart to afford me easy access, whilst Katia reached over, and held my cock to guide me home. It was all I could do to keep from coming before I had brought Sandra to a moaning orgasm, but thankfully it came quickly enough, and I shot my load deep within her, while Katia pulsed her clitoris fiercely and groaned in unison. After we cleaned up, I said, Time for an early night, I think?' I heard no dissent. Next morning, we set off in my car, casually dressed, myself in jeans and tee-shirt, Katia in her miniskirt and one of Sandra's tops, and Sandra in leather trousers and sweater. We were headed for some boutiques Sandra had been recommended to. First stop was a lingerie shop, and the pretty little assistant didn't even raise an eyebrow when I accompanied them into a commodious changing room, and watched while Katia stripped and tried on several garter belts. Her eyes widened just a little, however, when I remarked that her buttocks must be left entirely naked, rejecting one of the garments offered. But she soon regained her composure, and sold us two suspender belts, a platform bra, which left her nipples entirely displayed, four pairs of stockings, all different patterns, and a stout lace-up corset, which Katia eyed with some alarm, anticipating the constriction it would cause. Sandra also picked up a garter belt before we moved on to a dress-shop. On the way I explained that panties were out, and Katia seemed to understand. I glanced in the driving mirror, and she was holding hands with Sandra on the back seat. Once at the boutique, we were received by an elegant lady in her fifties, who seemed to understand our needs instantly, and ushered us into a back room. Our body language had probably told her in advance! Sandra and I sat on an overstuffed sofa, while Katia stood and allowed herself to be measured and examined by the lady. Pronouncing herself satisfied, she left, and shortly returned with an armful of clothes, which she draped over an armchair. Take your skirt and blouse off,' she told Katia, and showed no surprise when, upon doing so, the young girl was left completely naked, stood in just a pair of high heels in the middle of the floor. We watched as she was fitted with a series of clothes, and rejected those which would make access difficult, or which we simply didn't like. We eventually walked out with a small selection of skirts and dresses of varying lengths, two sheer blouses, two nightdresses and a negligee that Katia had admired. Just around the corner was a shoe-shop, and a short stop sufficed to purchase three pairs of needle-heeled sandals, to go with various outfits. Fortunately Katia and Sandra shared the same shoe-size, so that they could change shoes between them at will. Then we called at a sex-shop in a seedy area of town, and caused something of a stir as we made our way between the shop's more habitual customers, who ogled Katia's legs while I bought two butt-plugs, two vibrators, handcuffs, wrist and ankle-restraints, a set of nipple-clamps, and a flogger. Our last stop on a full morning's shopping was at a saddler's, where I had the girls wait in the car while I went in and bought a riding crop. The expedition complete, I thought a meal would be in order, so really set the seal on my credit cards for the month by treating us all to a nice meal in a fish restaurant, before making our way home. Sandra and I were in fact in an enviable position, economically, and didn't have to think too hard about the purchases we had made. When we got home, Sandra told Katia to go and rest for an hour, then dress in something nice' for us. We sat and watched television for a while, but I could tell Sandra was restless, and I was feeling a bit fidgety too, until Katia walked in, wearing a short red silk dress with a halter neck and seamed black stockings. She had on a pair of Sandra's gold hoop ear-rings. Her nipples thrust at the silk of the dress and her firm breasts were outlined perfectly as she leaned over to kiss me when she approached the sofa.Mark,' said Sandra, would you mind sitting in the chair?' She indicated a chair which had wooden arms, and I rose and moved over to it, wondering why. She took Katia by the hand and said gently to her, I hope you meant what you said last night.' Then she unfastened the hooks at the neck of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Katia stood proudly in a new black satin garter belt and the seamed black stockings. Sandra fetched two sets of handcuffs from my purchases of that morning, and quickly slipped a half of each pair on each of Katia's wrists, then bade her kneel in front of my chair. Next she clipped the cuffs to the arms of my chair, so that Katia was cuffed tightly to my chair, and I was unable to resist fondling her lovely firm tits while Sandra went back to the bags of purchases. Katia looked at me with round eyes, an expression I couldn't read. But Sandra was stood behind her, with the new riding crop in her hand. She was going to whip Katia while she was attached to my chair! Whoosh! The first stroke fell across her gorgeous arse, and I felt the convulsive jerk run through her, accompanied by an instant hardening of her nipples under my hands. My cock also jerked, with a life of its own, into immediate, almost painful hardness. As my wife prepared another lash, I dragged a hand from an engorged nipple, and unzipped my fly, then struggled to pull my rampant shaft from its prison. Thus presented to her, Katia took me instantly into her succulent lips, sucking me right into her throat, as Sandra delivered another stinging blow on her offered buttocks. With each stroke, she sucked harder, until the rhythm became unbearable. I doubt that my wife was using much force on her first foray with the crop, but Katia's lips and mouth were responding perfectly, and I soon shot my load in huge spurts, with an enormous groan. Katia hungrily swallowed all my hot cum, while Sandra kicked her legs apart and felt her quim. You're wet through,' she said, and went straight over to the bag again, returning with another of our purchases, a long, prick-shaped vibrator, which she proceeded to insert, without preliminaries, in the young girl's waiting cunt. She had to release my cock in order to let out a wild scream, and bucked her whole body as a fierce orgasm instantly shook her. Sandra released the handcuffs, and I picked Katia up and took her in my arms. She was weeping quietly, with the release of pent-up emotion. I stroked her hair and kissed her gently, then turned her around to look at her reddened arse. It was no more than that. Sandra had not really laid about her with great vigor with the crop, and such stripes as there were would soon disappear. I stroked them gently and she winced just a little. Knowing what was needed I fetched some cream and smoothed it on, and Katia managed a wry smile. While I helped her back on with her dress, she smiled again, and said, Thank you, Mark, but Sandra has not had a fuck.' I grinned at her command of at least some English. Sandra overheard from the kitchen, and said, Don't worry, Katia, you can make it up to me, later.' After we had had a snack, we went for a stroll, like any family, our arms around each other, nodding to friends, who must have wondered who was this sexy young creature accompanying us. It felt good. We sat and watched television for a while, with a drink, and then Sandra said, I'm ready for bed, I don't know about you guys.' Katia stood up and made as if to head for her room, but Sandra put her hand on her arm. Come and sleep with us, why don't you? We've got a huge bed. I'd like that.' Katia agreed and went to get ready. Sandra and I were in bed already when she came into the room in a new long silk nightdress, her hair freshly brushed to a soft sheen. She climbed in between us, and I again felt more than the beginnings of an erection. But Sandra was demanding her turn, and had already guided Katia's fingers down to her hardening clitoris. The girl's questing fingers found their way then between her puffy lips and soon plunged deep within her cunt. First two fingers, then three, then Sandra grabbed Katia roughly by her hair and pulled her head down between her legs. As she did so, and I heard the slurping noises coming from my wife's soaking cunt, I eased up the silken hem of Katia's nightgown and traced her slim legs, up and up to the smoothness of her mound, where I let my own tongue linger over her tight slit, prizing open her lips and seeking the nub of her clit. My two women cried out in unison, and despite all my efforts, I came again, involuntarily ejaculating on the sheet. We all slept, intertwined as we were, damp patch and all, until Sunday morning light streamed into the room. Katia was eager to make breakfast for us when we finally got out of bed, and we didn't object. Today we were committed to visit Sandra aging mother -- not a task I relished, but something we periodically had to do, so we left Katia to her own devices, and drove the fifty miles to the old lady's suffocating home, for a boring lunch and session with the photograph album. We returned home, having promised Katia that we should take her out that evening, to find that she had cleaned the house thoroughly, without being asked. You're not that sort of a slave,' I said, laughing, and she stood on tip-toes to kiss me lightly on the cheek. We all went to get ready for the evening out, and, like most men, I suppose, I was ready long before the women. Sandra was next, dressed in a simple backless blue cocktail dress, fishnet stockings and high heels. I thought she looked ten years younger than she had a few days ago. As we sat watching nothing in particular on the television, Katia entered, in a long, silver gown with a translucent bodice, through which could be had a tantalizing glimpse of her half-bra, her amazing nipples jutting proudly out above their platform, pushing at the thin silk of the dress. The skirt was tight to below the hips, and then flared to the ground. She wore her hair up in a graceful swirl and completed the ensemble with a pair of long silver pendant ear-rings which brushed her shoulders. Before we left for the restaurant, where I had arranged to meet friends, I had one more thing to do. I had Katia raise her skirt, and bend over in front of me. First I stroked her round buttocks and inspected her stripes, which were fading nicely, running my fingers along the most prominent of them, then I concentrated on her arsehole, working first my forefinger, then a thick thumb slowly but firmly into the puckered opening. Aah,' she said. I licked my fingers, and forced two a little further in, then promptly withdrew them and asked Sandra to pass me the lube. She did so, and I smeared a liberal quantity around the opening, then pushed much harder, prizing her open with two fingers, right up to her anal sphincter. She moaned, and I when I felt her cunt with the other hand, she was getting wet. You're a little slut, aren't you?' I asked. Yes,' she replied, Oh yes.' And you like this?' Yes.' I'm going to hurt you. Will you like that?' Oh yes. Please hurt me,' she said. With that, I was getting hard too, and producing the butt-plug from my pocket, I thrust it straight into her arsehole. She cried out sharply. It had hurt, that was clear -- it was not even the smallest size, and it was fitted with a ring so that I could thread a short silver chain through the end. This I now did, and attached it to a silver waist chain, which Sandra helped me put in place around Katia's narrow waist. There,' she said, that should keep it in place during the evening.' I had her try walking up and down, and she grimaced with the discomfort, but could clearly take it. We were ready to go out. When we arrived at the restaurant where we were to dine, our friends were already there. Jimmy and Lucy were of Chinese extraction, a lovely, sexy couple I knew from work. He was small and lively, she lithe and very slim, with lustrous straight black hair which came down to her waist. She wore a simple black jersey sheath with a gold chain around her waist. I somehow knew it was no accident when I felt Lucy's foot playing around my ankle during the meal, and found myself getting hard at this new prospect. I invited them back for coffee. When we arrived, the women went to the toilet together -- as do women everywhere -- and Jimmy, agog, said, Hey, Mark, we've known each other for.....what? Five years? And suddenly, there's this gorgeous chick. What's that all about?' I explained, in round terms, about Katia, and realized that it left more questions than answers. Jimmy shook his head, Wow, man, I mean, we're into some pretty far out stuff ourselves, but so far it's just been the two of us. Still, wouldn't mind increasing the circle, if you know what I mean.' Before I'd had the chance to digest his words, the ladies were back with us, but I couldn't help thinking about Lucy's obvious move in the restaurant, and patted the sofa for her to sit next to me when we all settled down. She snuggled up as close as was decent, and I felt the enticing warmth of her thigh through her thin dress. Glancing sideways at her, I couldn't help but notice that she had virtually no breasts, but the shape of her nipples was distinctly visible, poking at the material. She saw me looking and laughed lightly, and it was then I noticed that she wore a tongue stud, which she slipped out a millimeter, as if deliberately, as she regarded me. Sandra watched the exchange with mild amusement. I think she had always fancied Jimmy, anyway, though not a word had been spoken on the subject. Now she said to him, I don't believe you've seen our new extension, Jimmy. Come and have a look.' Then to Katia: `Go and see to the coffee, will you, dear, and make sure you get some biscuits and things, eh?' Left alone with Lucy, she wasted no time in pulling me into a passionate kiss, her tongue-stud rasping around my own tongue in an incredibly erotic manner. Rapidly, then, she pushed me away, and slipped her dress off her petite shoulders, pushing it down to her waist. I gasped at the sight of her breasts, which were tiny, but had sharp, pointed nipples, both of which were pierced and from which hung heavy silver rings. I fondled her nipples, and tugged gently at the rings, and she moaned with

pleasure as her nipples grew visibly. I bent and sucked them hard, pulling at the rings with my teeth. We both knew time was limited, and footsteps outside the door announced Katia's return with a tray full of coffee things. She didn't look even slightly surprised to see Lucy half-undressed, but we looked at each other and shrugged, as if to say, another time,' and Lucy stood up, and readjusted her clothing just before her husband and my wife came back into the room. Our conversation over coffee, though, soon turned to directions we all knew it would take. My brief explanation of Katia's presence to Jimmy had only served to excite his imagination, and he was like a dog on heat. I could only guess at what he had been up to on his short tour of the house with Sandra. My own brief encounter with Lucy had had a similar effect on me. I told Jimmy that I had whipped Katia,' said Sandra, conversationally, but I don't think he believes me.'There's one way to prove it,' I suggested, then told Katia, Stand up please, and take your dress off.' She looked from one to the other of us, stood in the middle of the room, reached behind her neck and slowly unclasped the fastener, then lowered the zipper. Then she shrugged the dress down from her shoulders, over her hips, down her long legs, to the floor. She was left standing, unashamedly, in nothing but the tiny platform bra, her nipples jutting upwards, hard and proud, and the silver chain at her waist. Her smooth, bare mound was prominent, and she let her hands wander over it, then, knowing what we wanted, she turned around. There, for all to see, was the other chain, attached to her waist chain, and disappearing obscenely between her buttocks, upon which could still be seen the remains of the stripes left over from her first whipping. Lovely,' said Lucy, Oh, Mark, would you do that to me, too?' I hadn't the courage to tell her that it was Sandra and not I that had administered the crop, and heard a brief suppressed giggle from my wife. Jimmy looked ready to protest, but Sandra took him by the hand and helped him up from the sofa, pushing him towards Katia. Come on,' she said, you've heard the saying "three's a crowd" -- well let's prove it wrong.' With that, she led Jimmy and Katia off out of the room, and left me alone with Lucy. Now where were we?' said Lucy, the tongue-stud darting in and out. And this time the dress didn't stop at the waist. She stepped right out of it, and was left wearing nothing but a pair of silk French panties and the gold chain. The panties were soon removed, and I soon had another surprise. Her nipples and tongue were not the only piercings she had. Her clitoris was adorned with a silver ring, from which depended a short chain, attached to yet another ring, through one of her labia. She too had a clean-shaven pussy, and her dark-colored Asian labia were puffy and inflamed. I hungrily fell upon her with my tongue, licking and sucking, and seeking her clitoris, which made her moan with pleasure. But it was pain she sought , and now she begged me again to hurt her, and pushed me away, insisting I fetched a whip. OK,' I said, if you insist.' But I was excited with the idea too, of course. When I got back with the crop, she was waiting, over the arm of the sofa, presenting her buttocks beautifully, but I had other ideas. No,' I said, kneel up, in the middle of the floor.' She did so, and I swept up her long hair and arranged it over her shoulder, so that it fell down over her breasts. Then I stood back and said, Count down, from ten.' I struck her a stinging blow across her middle back. Ten,' she gasped. I gave her another, harder, a little lower. Nine.' When I reached five, I stopped, and felt her slit, down below the hanging chain. You're really wet, Lucy. Do you want more?' Oh yes, Mark, yes please.' Say you want me to hurt you, whip you.' Mark, please whip me, hurt me -- a lot.' I carried on until she had taken all ten strokes, and her back and buttocks were covered in red stripes. Then I threw down the crop, and carried her slight body to the sofa, where I lay her down, and was in for yet another surprise. Lucy turned over and spread her arse-cheeks with both hands, offering her arsehole to me unmistakably. Needing no second invitation, I plunged my engorged shaft straight into her waiting rectum, which sheathed me with a sort of peristalsis that thrilled me to the point of instant orgasm. It took every ounce of control, in fact, to avoid coming the moment I had entered her, and no more than a few pumps were all I could manage before I flooded her bowels with everything I had. We had cleaned up and dressed and even watched a bit of television before the other three returned, and no amount of cajoling would get my wife to tell me what had happened between them, so I was similarly unforthcoming. Next day was a Monday, and Sandra and I had to go to work. But it was also my birthday, and I was mildly surprised when my wife didn't show any sign of having remembered over breakfast. At lunchtime, Jimmy took me out for a drink, and wished me many happy returns. At least he had remembered! He was full of himself about the previous evening's entertainment, and eager to repeat the experience. I told him I' d have to talk to Sandra first, of course. When I got home, there was nobody downstairs, but music was playing, soft jazz, from our bedroom. I called upstairs. Here, honey,' shouted Sandra, Come up.' I went upstairs, and opened the door to the bedroom. I've prepared your birthday present,' said my wife, from where she was sitting, on the end of the bed. She had beside her a large upright packing-case, covered in fancy paper, wrapped up in red ribbon. I tore off the ribbon, and ripped the paper away, the case fell open, and out stepped Katia, laced tightly into the corset we had bought her, her breasts thrusting out above it, and her nipples cruelly clamped with the little silver clamps we had purchased. She had on plum-colored stockings, attached to the corset by long garter-straps, and the highest needle-heeled and platform-soled shoes we had found. Sandra had removed her butt-plug, and showed me the girl's anus, by way of demonstrating its improvement. Next she passed Katia to me, saying, Take her, Mark, she's yours -- any way you want. Happy birthday!' I was thoroughly aroused by the mere sight of her, thus presented, and when Sandra helped me out of my trousers, I had an erection like a stallion. Sandra couldn't resist taking me briefly in her mouth, licking off my pre-cum, and massaging my balls with her hands, while Katia spread her long legs on the bed. Then, without preliminaries, I thrust my shaft into her hot, moist and welcoming cunt, and drove into her, my balls smacking against her arse. With a superhuman effort, I refused to come, but made myself wait, and, pulling out, sought her other, smaller treasure. Sandra had lubricated her anus in anticipation, and I forced myself past her still-virgin portals without as much trouble as I had been expecting. Tears came to her lovely eyes as she moaned with pain and pleasure. There was to be no more waiting, and I felt my orgasm inexorably welling up, as was her own climax. I flooded her with my hot sperm, and she shouted out something I knew had to be in her own language. I hope that means "Happy birthday"' I said. Procured Chapter 2 - Mark, Sandra, and the slave Katia. ============================================================================ ====Mark ==== Katia had added a new dimension to our lives. That much was clear. Since the Romanian girl had come into our lives, we had adopted her as our sex-slave' and had found new ways to enjoy each other as well. Jimmy and Lucy had become frequent visitors to our house as well, since we had discovered our common bond -- in short, our lives had become much fuller, in every sense. The week after my birthday, when Sandra hadpresented' me with Katia, gift-wrapped, Jimmy and Lucy came around for dinner one night. Although I had been given free rein with Lucy, and Jimmy had certainly made love to my wife, on more than one occasion, I knew he had the hots for Katia. Looking at her as we waited for them that evening, I couldn't blame him. She had, on Sandra's advice, bleached her hair, so that she was now a platinum blonde, which suited her sultry looks. She wore a transparent blouse, at which her rouged nipples strained, perched on pert, firm breasts. Below that she wore a tiny pleated miniskirt, which scarcely covered the tops of her black stockings. Her feet were in black patent sandals with five inch needle heels. Loose gold chains adorned her waist, an ankle and a wrist, and from her ear-lobes hung long chain pendants. When she sat down, she lifted her skirt, as she had been told to do, so that her pantiless arse was in direct contact with the surface. Our conversation around the table was light and entertaining, as usual, but there was, again as usual, an undercurrent of sexual tension, and I soon felt Lucy's hand creep along my thigh, taking up position on my growing erection. I sensed that Sandra was doing much the same thing to Jimmy. Katia sat demurely watching, not missing much. She knew her turn would come. Lucy, her fingers busy under the table, said quietly to me, while Jimmy and Sandra were engaged in a conversation of their own, Mark, when you whipped me last week, I came so tremendously I thought I would die. I don't want to think it was the last time. And I want you to hurt me more. Please!' The thought of her naked body writhing under the riding crop was turning me on so that I now had an enormous hard-on, and Lucy's tongue-stud darted out in the way it always seemed to when she was excited. I remembered the other piercings she had, now hidden under an exotic red silk kimono, the heavy rings hanging from her nipples and the matching ones which depended from her hard little nub of a clitoris and her cunt-lip. It was all I could do to stop myself coming there and then, as she gently stroked my cock through my trousers. But Jimmy was speaking, as if he wanted everyone's attention. He coughed a little, Er.....Sandra has agreed to loan me Katia for a day. She says Mark won't mind.' He looked at me enquiringly, and I nodded in agreement. Mark can have Lucy tomorrow, but that doesn't seem fair on Sandra. I think Lucy has a suggestion.' He looked at his pretty Asian wife, and she rummaged in her bag, and came up with a photo, passing it over to Sandra.He must be gay, married, or something,' said Sandra, and passed the photo back. I glanced at it -- it was of a blond guy in his late twenties, I thought, dressed in leather trousers and a muscle-vest, very good-looking, stood by a horse. No,' said Lucy, he's newly-arrived immigrant, from the same place as Katia. His name's Nick -- it's not actually, but that's what we have to call him, because his real name's unpronounceable. He hardly speaks English, and doesn't know anybody, but I met him at the gym. And he's seen your photo, and wants to meet you, Sandra.' How do you know, if he doesn't speak English?' Trust me, dear,' she said, tomorrow OK?' We all agreed to meet for lunch in a restaurant the next day, Saturday, and that Lucy would bring Nick along. When we arrived, the others were already there. Lucy was wearing a species of trouser-suit. There was no easy way to describe it. It consisted of loose-fitting harem trousers and a backless halter top, all in a filmy, translucent, organdie material, cream-colored, patterned with autumn leaves. She wore, as she always did, very high stiletto heels. Jimmy and the newcomer, Nick, who looked relaxed, were casually dressed in chinos and linen shirts. Katia wore a flared maroon silk skirt and white silk blouse. I knew she wore a white satin corset underneath, which supported her white stockings. Sandra had opted for a short blue dress with a plunging neckline, showing off her generous cleavage, which Nick eyed openly. Jimmy took his wife by the hand, and, touching Nick on the shoulder with the other hand, he spun Lucy around and traced the lines of her recent whipping for him to look at. Then he pointed at me, and Nick whistled softly through his teeth. You?' he asked, pointing. Yes,' I said. He turned to Sandra, You like?' Yes,' she affirmed. He shook his head, laughing quietly to himself. We sat down to lunch, and the conversation ranged over many topics. But all of us were eager to adjourn, and it had been agreed that Lucy and I should go to her home, whilst the others would go to my house, which was larger. We had scarcely arrived in Lucy's hallway, before she turned and held out her arms to me. I took her into mine, and kissed her hungrily, feeling the little tongue-stud scraping around the roof of my mouth and clicking against the backs of my teeth. My fingers sought her erotically adorned nipples through the whisper-thin cloth of her top, and she gasped as I tugged on the big hanging rings which I found there. Her tiny breasts were like those of a teenager, in contrast to the exotic piercing. Come,' I said, and lead her along the passage to the bedroom of their bungalow. She was anxious to show me their new installation' as she called it, and, when we got to the bedroom, I saw what she had been talking about. Jimmy had set into one wall a St Andrew's Cross, with snap-links hanging from the extremities. I was impressed, and said so. Now you can tie me up and whip me properly,' she said, I want you to really hurt me, Mark.' She undressed, then fetched ankle- and wrist-restraints from a drawer and let me put them on her, then I clipped her up to the cross, face to the wall, and was about to take my belt off. No,' she said, look in the top drawer.' I went to the top drawer, and found an assortment of instruments of torture. What?' I asked. The switch, she said. I picked up a thin cane with a grip like that of a golf club, and tested it through the air. It made a satisfying swoosh. Next I felt between Lucy's legs, and her cunt was dripping wet with anticipation. You want this, don't you?' I said. Oh yes, Mark, hurt me,' she pleaded. I stepped back and lashed her across the buttocks with the thin cane. She gasped, but didn't cry out, so I took aim and struck, higher this time -- swish' and the stinging kiss fell across her lower back. She let out a short moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. I redoubled my efforts, and whipped her harder, raising an angry red welt across the middle of her back. This time she cried out sharply, and I was afraid I had hurt her too much. I asked her if she could stand it and she was almost scornful, and her breathless reply sounded as if she was on the brink of an orgasm. I unclipped her and spun her around, then refastened her, back to the wall. I looked at her there, suspended, her pierced nipples, labia and clitoris prominent, then set about continuing the punishment. I caned her twice across her flat stomach, across the front of her thighs, and then as accurately as I could right over her naked mound. Now each stinging blow wrung a cry from her, but her cries had the ring of ecstasy about them, and when I took her down, fearful of marking her lithe and beautiful body permanently, she said,Is that all?' I held her in my arms, and then laid her down on the bed. She pulled me down with her, and fought with my trousers, to free my cock from its prison. In truth I could hardly wait to have my length inside her, but first, I found her gaping slit with my mouth, and licked her furiously, then took the stud on her clitoris between my teeth, and felt the hardness of her nub beneath. My tongue went deep within her luscious cunt, whilst my fingers found her arsehole, and she cried out for my cock. Denying her no longer, I came up for air, and rammed my shaft straight into her, until my balls slapped against her arse. I couldn't keep this up for long -- after what I had done to her, it would have been humanly impossible, and I shot my load of hot spunk after a few short strokes. After we had cleaned up, and I had rubbed cream into her worst welts, she told me she had come at least five times, three while she was being whipped, and once before! Sandra ======= Jimmy, Nick, Katia, and I drove back to our house, and we chatted happily enough. To be truthful, Katia had become more than just a slave -- she had become a friend to go shopping with, and share the housework, and I always felt comfortable with Jimmy -- after all, we had fucked a few times, so why not? But when we got home, Jimmy was eager to disappear to the guest bedroom with Katia, and I was left alone with Nick. I felt awkward, to say the least. To break the ice, I got a drink, and poured him a whisky, a Martini for myself, and then we sat down on the settee. I felt like a teenager with her new boyfriend. Nick showed no sign, however, of being nervous, and sat back on the settee with his whisky in one hand, toying with my hair with the other, a slight smile on his handsome face. He looked around, and, spotting the music centre, got up to inspect our CD

collection. He picked out an Isabel Boulay selection, to my surprise, and put it on the turntable as if he had been operating our machine all his life. Dance?' he asked. I nodded, and got up to be enfolded in his strong arms, his hands, instantly fondling my arse through the thin cotton of my dress. I was acutely aware of my lack of panties, and so, I was sure, was Nick. His body molded to mine as we smooched around the room to the romantic strains of the French ballad, and I could feel that he was already sporting a sizeable erection before Isabel got to the second number. I wondered what I was doing, a 38-year-old housewife, dirty-dancing in her own house, with a young Romanian stud she didn't even know -- ah well. Then he suddenly stopped. His attention was taken by a stack of S&M magazines Mark had left on the sideboard. The top one had as its cover a picture of a naked, bound and gagged woman, being whipped with what I now knew to be an impractically large whip, by a black-hooded but otherwise naked man, with an improbably large, erect penis. You like?' he asked. I smiled and said, `well, yes, I suppose so.' I didn't want him to think I was into too heavy punishment. For just a moment I was glad that Jimmy was upstairs, however occupied he may be. Nick seemed satisfied with my reply, and spun me around. He buried his face in my hair and cupped my tits in his hands, through the material of my dress. I ground my arse into his groin in time to the music, and he groaned almost inaudibly. I had always thought my breasts my best feature -- still fairly firm for my

thirty-eight years, and well-shaped, but mobile enough to jiggle around nicely when I went without a bra, which was, at least nowadays, very often. And I had protuberant aureole, with long nipples, which hardened readily when I was excited. Like now. Nick's hands had slid under my dress, and were kneading my tits, making me weak at the knees. His fingers tweaked my nipples, turning them into bullets, and I moaned out loud. I could actually feel cunt-juice running down the inside of my leg -- something I didn't remember ever feeling before. He pushed me towards the heavy oak dining table and gently doubled me over it, at the same time forcing my legs to part slightly by inserting one of his knees between them. He stood back and lifted my skirt unceremoniously up to my waist, exposing my bare arse, which he took his time looking at, and stroking quite tenderly. Beautiful,' he said, then, without warning, fetched me a tremendous slap, with the flat of his hand, on my right buttock, instantly reddening it. Before I had time to protest, he had repeated the treatment, this time to my left buttock. Ooooh,' I cried, `that hurt.' But the warmth had spread with the stinging pain, and a new pleasure was starting to flood my very centre. And then I wondered what he was doing, as he was fiddling about with something. I realized he was taking off his narrow leather belt, and doubling it! Without a

word, there was a whistling sound, a great crack and pain exploded as the leather thong struck my sensitive flesh. I was sure it had left a terrible mark, and put my hand back to feel, but he moved it away, and struck me again, with searing force. Stop,' I shouted, then, no, don't stop, I want more -- I-I don't know.'

He hesitated, lost for any words that might help, and said, You like?' Oh yes, Nick,' I heard myself saying, I can take more.' He lashed me four more times, on my upper thighs and lower back -- twice each -- and then threw down his belt. His breathing was rapid, and he was obviously as aroused as I was, but I was still thrilled by the feel of his hardness when he had pulled out his cock and was stroking it up and down my waiting, soaking slit. I reached back with both hands to spread my swollen cunt-lips wide, and imagined my vagina as a dark, gaping, beckoning tunnel. Nick's young and eager rod knew no language barrier, and slid into my innermost depths without resistance. I gripped and released alternately with my cunt-muscles, which Mark has always complimented me on, heightening his pleasure, as he rode me, the pain of my lashing still mingling with the sheer ecstasy of the fucking. He massaged my tits as he pumped me, and I came, oh, I came, and again............I thought, hoped, he would never finish, couldn't go on so long -- it was like a porno movie! But then he was coming to his climax, I sensed it, and, with a great shout, he tensed, hard and long, and I felt the red-hot gush of his sperm flooding my depths. Jimmy ====== Married to Lucy, I could hardly claim to be going short of sexual excitement, and my friendship with Mark and Sandra had provided me with plenty of variety in recent weeks. Sandra had hungrily accepted my advances, and fucked with an enthusiasm it was hard to beat. But the mere sight of Katia drove me wild, and Mark had so far kept her all to himself. When I chided him about it, he said it wasn't true -- that he shared her with Sandra -- and the thought of that was enough to get me going all over again. So now, as at last I walked up the stairs behind the tall Romanian beauty, I could hardly wait to get my hands on her. When we got to the bedroom, she turned to face me, shaking her blonde hair out from the ribbon that had held it in a pony-tail, so that it framed her lovely face, and fell down below her shoulders. Slowly she unbuttoned her silk blouse, then shrugged it off, covering her breasts with her hands, teasing me. She began softly kneading her flesh and tugging at her nipples between thumb and forefinger, watching me as she did so. Her tongue came out from between slightly parted lips, and ran along the tips of her teeth. Her attention switched to her skirt, and she smoothed up the soft silk across the naked, shaven, expanse of her mound, exposing the front extremity of her pink slit to my hungry view. Then, in one swift movement, she tore off the skirt, and spun around, so that my view was of her gorgeous rounded buttocks, bare from the frilled bottom of her white satin corset to the high lace tops of her stockings. Deliberately, she parted her arse-cheeks with both hands, pulling open her puckered anus, in as lewd a gesture as could be. She looked at me over her shoulder, under a fringe of platinum hair. You can fuck me there, if you like,' she said,' but I want you to do something first.' Anything,' I said, and meant it. Hurt me,' she said, I want you to hurt me.' She walked, graceful on her teetering heels, to a cupboard, and came back with a tray, which she presented to me. Choose,' she said, and I was shown a variety of whips and other instruments of torture. I picked a small dog-whip, consisting of a leather thong on a wooden handle. `Take your corset off,' I told her. I wanted to have access to all of her

body. You'll have to help me,' she said, and I unlaced it for her, noting the marks it left on her body where her waist had been cruelly constricted by its tightness. Leave your stockings on,' I said, and kneel on the floor.' She did as she was told, and I made her hold her hands up behind her head. Next I made her part her legs a little, so that I could see how aroused she was. She was already damp in anticipation.This is going to hurt,' I told her. I know,' she said, hurt me, Jimmy.' The whip whistled through the air as I wielded it, at first inexpertly, and struck her the first stinging crack just below the shoulder-blades. She writhed but just moaned a little at the blow, but I got more efficient as I worked my way down her lovely body, and red wheals started to show where I had meted out punishment. After six strokes, she was sobbing, and I stopped, but when I knelt down and felt her cunt she was wet through, her juices running as liberally as her tears. I'd better stop now,' I said Please give me just a few more, Jimmy,' she pleaded, I want you to.' I lashed her three more times, across her buttocks, raising beautiful red stripes, then picked her up in my arms. She weighed nothing at all. I put her down on the bed, face down, and she needed no cushion to raise her arse -- she lifted it to present it to me, her own muscles doing the job effectively. I was absolutely rampant, and as stiff as I've ever been in my life. Although her anus had only been penetrated a very few times, and was still very tight, my hardness would overcome any obstruction, and I pushed my way in, in, in, past her restricting sphincter, until with a final great gasp, I was deep within her very depths. After the thrill of her whipping, we could neither of us hold off for long and a few desperate strokes were all it took before I spurted, hot and hard, as she came with a great sigh. When she felt me beginning to soften, she very deliberately reached behind me and stuck a long, delicate forefinger straight up my rectum, which had the effect of bringing me to a new, instant hardness. Pulling out of her tight arsehole, I located her eager, warm and wet cunt-hole, and penetrated her as slowly as I was able, savoring the moment, kneading her tits as I did so. Then, when I started to fuck her, gently at first, I moved a hand down to massage her clit, flicking and pulling at it as I shafted her. I pounded her for as long as I could keep from climaxing again, and she had at least two more orgasms before I finally had to let myself go and shoot my load once again. Katia had come up to expectations. Procured Chapter 3 - Katia is branded, then recruits a slave for Lucy. ============================================================================ ====Sandra, my wife, and our friends Lucy and Jimmy, were deep in discussion with Katia when I got home from work one day. They were sitting around the kitchen table, over a pot of tea, and the talk sounded animated. Can anyone join in?' I asked. Of course,' said Sandra, Lucy would like Katia to find them a slave too -- she thinks it would be fairer on Jimmy.' But Katia was trying to make herself understood, and her English still being quite limited, she was finding it rather frustrating. I always did best at following her odd linguistic quirks, and said, Explain to me, Katia!' Her big grey eyes regarded me solemnly, and she said, Mark, I can find someone for Jimmy, yes, but to Romania I must go, and I will be in danger if I do not be owned.' But Katia, you know you are our slave. Are you not happy here?' Oh yes, Mark, I am very happy, but I must have a mark to show. You must... how do you say?' I caught on suddenly, You want me to have you tattooed?' Not tattooed, no, the other thing.' You want to be branded?' Lucy was licking her lips, her little silver stud darting in and out, and said, Mmmm, Mark, why not?' Sandra looked more doubtful, and asked, But wouldn't it hurt terribly?' Yes, I think so,' said Katia, but I should love to have you do it to me, then I should be truly your slave, no?' Jimmy was trying to catch my attention, I've got an idea,' he said, excitedly, it's something I've seen on the Internet.' It transpired that Jimmy, who was very much into surfing the Net, had found a BDSM site, which offered a branding service -- the problem was, we would have to go to Frankfurt. A couple of weeks later, we had sent the details of the iron we wanted making to the German club. We wanted to have Katia branded with our initials, and some amusement transpired when we realized that our initials could make her look as if she was bought at Marks and Spencer! All-in-all, SM' seemed a nice combination, carrying with it the spice of a possible double meaning, so we had asked for the two letters to be entwined. I was proud of the girls as they walked around the airport lounge, and all eyes were on them when we boarded the aircraft. I was often given to wondering what people would think if they possessed my knowledge, that the three of them were stark naked under their outer garments. When Katia stretched up to put her bag in the overhead locker, anyone close enough was treated to brief glimpse of her shaven pussy up her little flared skirt. She came then and sat between Sandra and me, and I saw that her eyes were shining with excitement. Jimmy and Lucy were in the row behind, and Jimmy reached through the narrow gap between the seat-backs, and touched Katia on the cheek. She responded by gently biting his finger. We landed at Frankfurt's busy airport, and a minibus was awaiting us, as promised, a brute of a guy called Heine behind the wheel. He seemed to have very little English, but to our astonishment, Katia seemed at home in German, and chatted to him as we were driven around a diabolically hectic ring-road system, and plunged into what appeared to be a red-light district. We drew up outside what seemed to be a large Commercial Centre, then all got out, with our minimal luggage (we had only brought enough for an overnight stay), and were taken into a reception area, like that of a modern hotel. And a hotel it turned out to be -- we were shown to two spacious rooms, something we hadn't expected, and told to wait until Marlies came to fetch us. Sandra and I had hardly finished inspecting the stylish facilities, when Marlies appeared. She was by no means the expected stereotypic German blonde. She was, in fact, a slim, dark-haired woman of about forty-five, her hair tied up in an elaborate knot to show her elegant long neck, which sported a wide silver choker. She was dressed in an expensive-looking black velvet dress, with a flared skirt, black seamed stockings, and very high heels. She greeted Sandra and I in perfect English, and then said, `So this is Katia,

who will be marked?' I nodded, and she held out a hand to our slave, who stood and allowed herself to be inspected by the newcomer. Hmmm,' she said, she is very nice, I think. You are right to have her marked.' Whilst I was considering the import of that remark, she went on, Have you thought about where she should be marked?' I had vaguely thought that her buttocks might be the place, but before I could say anything, Marlies raised her skirt, revealing her stocking-tops and the secret white flesh above, and there, on her upper thigh, just alongside a neatly shaven mound, was a deeply-scored brand, an image of a two crossed whips. It looked as if it had been done long ago. That's beautiful,' I said, and just then Lucy and Jimmy came in. Oops, sorry, did we interrupt something?' said Lucy. Not at all,' said Marlies, introducing herself. Jimmy said he thought the best place for Katia's brand was on the buttocks, but Lucy said she thought it might be best to put it just above the cleft of the buttocks -- then she can show it in some dresses.' I liked that idea, and Marlies thought it had merit too, and so it was decided. Marlies then said, I suppose that, if you've been on our website, you'll know we do it with some ceremony. Have dinner, then I'll send someone with your costumes about ten, OK?' We went out and found a Turkish restaurant and dined reasonably well, then were back in plenty of time. Katia was getting visibly nervous when a knock came on the door and two girls came in carrying baskets. Another girl was delivering a similar basket next door to Jimmy and Lucy as I let them in. One basket contained clothing for Sandra and myself, they said, and the other one was for Katia. They said we should bee ready in fifteen minutes. Our clothing was simplicity itself. Sandra's consisted of a long white, silky dress, probably nylon, which would cover her modestly enough, with a high neck and long sleeves. She decided to wear nothing but that and her heels. My own was a simple monastic' hooded robe, also in white. The intention was obviously a quasi-religious atmosphere. Katia was given a long black dress made of rough hemp, tied at the waist with a length of rope. She was also supplied with heavy chains to shackle her ankles and a set of handcuffs. She put on the dress, grimacing a little at the feel of the rough hemp cloth against her skin, and I clasped the chains to her ankles, and cuffed her wrists behind her. Sandra had slipped into her dress, and a knock on the door announced that Jimmy and Lucy were ready. We didn't have much to say as we waited, but then another knock came at the door. It was Marlies again, this time dressed in a long white gown rather like that given to Sandra and Lucy, but in it, she was transformed, statuesque, her breasts thrusting out proudly at the thin material. Ready?' she asked, and looked at Katia approvingly. Then she turned on her elegant heel, and let us all follow her to the lift. We all got in, and Marlies took a key from a chain she had around her neck and put it into a slot. The lift descended, way below the public floors. We emerged into a candlelit cavern-like space, where a deep-voiced, barely-musical chant filled the air, and a smell like incense matched it. Marlies said something in German as we approached a black velvet curtain, and two men, dressed like myself, came out. They stood either side of Katia, who by now was wide-eyed with terror, and had started to cry quietly, and marched her along a short corridor, her chains making movement extremely difficult, so that she stumbled and had to be supported by them. A door at the end of the corridor opened, and a tall man was framed in the doorway, making an impressive figure. He was well over six feet tall, and well-muscled, was stripped to the waist, and wore only a pair of tight trousers and leather boots. Halt,' he said, and Katia's two jailers stopped obediently. The other man came and looked her over carefully, running his hands over her body lecherously, then turned to us, as we had been following. He spoke to me in perfect English, You are Mark, I think?' Yes.' And this is Katia, who is your slave, and who you will have branded, yes? ' Yes.' I will pay you ten thousand Euros for her. It is, I think, a generous offer.' I was taken aback, and lost for words, but blurted out, No, she's not for sale, we've just come to have her branded.' The big man smiled, OK, I will do it -- never let it be said that Klaus goes back on his word.' Then he turned to Katia, `Komm, meine schätzchen.' He seized her by the hair and dragged her through the door, protesting at this sudden rough treatment, her chains clanking on the concrete floor. We all went through into what seemed to be a torture chamber. There were ring-bolts set into rough stone walls, and the ceiling was supported by huge wooden columns, which had hooks and rings let into them. Light was supplied by means of a lot of big candles. In the middle of the floor was a huge iron brazier, with red-hot coals glowing merrily, giving off a lot of radiant heat. Marlies now asked me quietly if I had definitely decided where Katia was to be marked, and I told her yes. She then took charge and pulled the frightened girl to one of the wooden columns, where she undid the handcuffs, and, raising her hands above her head, chained her wrists high to the column. Only then did she unfasten the clasps at the shoulders off her dress, so that it fell to her waist, then she untied the rope around her waist, revealing

Katia's lovely nakedness, her narrow waist and gorgeous rounded buttocks. Klaus ran his hand around above the cleft in her arse cheeks, establishing the exact spot, and then showed me the iron, still cold, that they had prepared for me. I nodded my approval, and he put it into the fire. Katia was looking at me while all this was going on, just saying, Oh, oh, oh.' But I looked away, and when my gaze lighted on Lucy, her eyes were excited beyond belief. We exchanged a look which said everything, and she had a hand between her legs, pushing the thin material of the dress into her doubtless soaked slit. Sandra, beside me, was breathing heavily too. Klaus said, So, fertig,' and, taking the iron from the fire, took the two paces needed to reach Katia's body, and plunged the almost red-hot tip onto the precise spot below the small of her arched back. Simultaneously, there was a terrible sizzling of scorching flesh, an awful, ear-splitting scream from Katia, and the sweet smell of burning meat. Katia slumped down in a faint, suspended by her bonds, and didn't come round until we had taken her back to the room, and dressed her sore back. She would sleep on her stomach for a few nights. Three weeks later, Katia was ready to fly to Romania. By now, she had our trust -- we somehow knew she would return, even if, on the face of it, it seemed stupid to send her off all by herself, with a purse full of money, to her own country. We saw her off at the airport, watched heads turning as men and women alike saw her long legs, perched, as ever, on four-inch heels, proudly strutting across the departure hall. She was much changed from the mousy creature who had first approached us, looking for lodging, those few months ago. Two days later, Katia emailed us from the house of the Mayor of Navodari, her birthplace, to say she had found someone who she felt sure Jimmy and Lucy would like. She carefully made no mention of bringing her as a slave, but said that the person was very eager to please.' She said she had been having problems with some people' but she had shown them her mark, and they had understood.' I emailed back, telling her to come back as soon as possible, knowing it was probably unnecessary. The next contact we had from Katia was a brief telephone call from Bucharest airport, telling us what flight she would be on. The call was cut off, but we got the gist of it, and set off for the airport a couple of hours later to meet her. We told Lucy and Jimmy not to bother coming, as it would have meant bringing two cars, and Jimmy was working anyway. The flight was delayed half an hour, so we had a coffee while we waited, then stood with all the other people, anxious families awaiting sons and daughters, chauffeurs awaiting businessmen, assorted drivers holding up signs with names stenciled on them. We saw Katia's platinum blonde head amongst the crowd, and, unlike many, she had no trolley, but carried her small suitcase. Alongside her, carrying an even smaller one, was a shorter, dark-haired, olive-skinned girl, with almost Indian features. She had a longish nose, large, deep brown eyes, and her jet-black hair was caught up in a pony-tail, but came down almost to her waist. She wore faded jeans, sneakers and a denim jacket which didn't match her jeans. Beside Katia's pleated plaid skirt, silk blouse, leather jacket and heels, she looked very much the poor relation. Katia looked delighted to see us, and after embracing us warmly, introduced us, This is Nadia, she is my cousin.' Nadia looked terrified, having been through the ordeal of the customs and immigration procedures, but Katia had helped a lot, and we were soon in the car, speeding into town. During the trip, it became clear that Nadia spoke little English, rather like Katia when she had first arrived, and she was going to need time to acclimatize. When we arrived at Lucy's door, she greeted us, and asked Katia what Nadia had been told about what her role would be. Katia said she had told her that she could expect to be whipped a lot, because Lucy was very strict. And she still wanted to come and work here?' asked Lucy. She was abused by her father, her grandfather and her two brothers, at home in Romania, from when she was twelve, and now they want to sell her to a Sheik in Saudi Arabia. I think she will be better off with you, no?' How did you get her away, Katia?' asked Sandra. There are some things you do not ask,' she said. Lucy asked us if we could stay and help her, especially Katia, as it was going to be difficult to communicate with her new slave, so we took off our coats and followed them when Lucy took Nadia by the hand and led her upstairs to the room she had designated as her bedroom. Nadia looked pleased with the simple, light, airy room, with its ample, mirrored wardrobe and en-suite shower-room. She smiled for the first time, and then lost the expression when Lucy turned and slipped the old denim jacket off her shoulders, and pointed to the belt holding up her jeans. But Nadia knew what was wanted of her -- it wasn't the first time she had been told to strip -- and she unbuckled the belt and wriggled out of the jeans, revealing slim, shapely legs, clad in pink cotton panties. When she pulled off her tee-shirt, her bra was an unflattering white cotton one, probably bought on the market. Lucy tutted and came up behind her, unfastening the bra, then slipping the straps off her shoulders. She had lovely, though not overlarge, firm breasts, with prominent aureole and long nipples. Mmmm,' said Lucy, Jimmy's going to like these.' I was getting hard just looking at her, and Sandra sensed as much, coming close and stroking my cock through my trousers. Lucy now pointed to Nadia's panties, and the girl hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down, over her hips, so that they fell around her sneakers. She had a virtual forest of pubic hair cloaking her mound, wisps of it curling around right below her pussy. That's horrible,' said Lucy, and, lifting one of Nadia's arms, noted that her underarms, too, had vestiges of hair that needed attention. She turned to Sandra, Will you let Katia attend to her, while we have a drink, Sandra?' Certainly, darling,' she said, then to Katia, Bring her down and show her to us, when you've finished, will you, dear?' With that, Sandra, Lucy and I went down to the lounge, where we poured ourselves whisky, and put on some music. Half an hour later, Jimmy still wasn't home, but Katia brought a transformed Nadia downstairs, a timid smile on her face. She had her wrapped in a silky black kimono, her black hair now brushed out to a great silken mane, coming right down to her waist. With something of a flourish, Katia presented her protégée, whipping off the kimono, to leave her standing in a pair of furry, high-heeled, bedroom mules, and nothing else but a delicate silver chain that Katia had clipped around her slender waist. She was now completely clean-shaven, and her neat young slit looked like that of a child now that she was devoid of all hair, but she had a knowing look about her face and stance which belied the youthfulness of her body -- and when Lucy had her bend over, she obediently spread her arse-cheeks with both hands. She knew what was required of her, and I couldn't resist reaching up from where I sat on the sofa and probing the entrance to her anus with my fingers. She didn't flinch, and her arsehole was dilated -- it was clear this was no virgin orifice, and she was going to need no introduction to anal sex. Do you like her?' Katia asked Lucy. She is lovely,' said Lucy, and Jimmy will be very pleased. If you would all like to come to dinner tomorrow, when Jimmy will be home earlier, we shall have a little ceremony.' Next evening, we decided to dress up for the occasion, knowing, more-or-less, what Lucy had in mind. I wore a white polo-necked shirt under a blue blazer and grey flannels, and was pleased to see my two female companions looking their best. Sandra had shed ten years since Katia had joined us, and looked wonderful, having grown her hair longer, and invested in porcelain nails. She wore a yellow silk halter-neck dress, light as a breeze, so that her ample breasts were barely concealed, and I knew she wore nothing at all under it. Katia had had Sandra lace her into one of her cruel corsets, which constricted her already tiny waist even more, and pushed her firm little breasts upwards on their platform bra. The corset also had the effect of making her buttocks more prominent as she walked. She had attached black shiny stockings to the long garter straps, and wore over all this a translucent red dress, and matching red heels. I got an instant erection just looking at her. When we got to the house, Jimmy answered the door, and said that Lucy and Nadia were preparing dinner. He looked appreciatively over my two companions, and we all sat down with a drink. When Lucy appeared, I whistled, and she did a twirl. She had dressed to stay at home,' of course, and didn't have to worry about being seen in public. Ever the exhibitionist, she wore a simple long black fishnet tube-dress, with a big, heavy silver chain around the waist. It consisted of inch-and-a-half mesh, and through it, every detail of her body was visible -- her tiny tits, with their metal rings hanging from the long nipples, the lewd metal ring depending from her clit-hood, to which she had clipped a light chain, looping around to attach to the pendant at her navel. Bloody hell, Lucy,' I said, and you expect us to eat, with you looking like that?' She smiled her secret smile, as Nadia came in carrying a tray of food. Nadia was dressed in a traditional maid's outfit' -- a little black silk dress, with a frilly white apron, long white gloves, black seamed stockings, and black stilettos. Nadia is going to serve us,' said Lucy, then she must be introduced to a little discipline, I think.' Has she been bad?' asked Katia, naively. Of course not,' said Lucy, and offered no further explanation. Lucy allowed Nadia to sit and eat with us after she had served the food, much as we did with Katia -- they were sex-slaves rather than servants, after all, and when the newcomer looked timid at being invited to take her place at the table, Lucy asked Katia to explain to her. The explanation seemed to make them both giggle. I, for one, couldn't take my eyes off Lucy's nipples, with their exotic rings, poking through the mesh of her dress. Sat opposite, she insisted on teasing my ankle with the tip of her pointed shoe, and looking at me from under half-lowered eyelids as she flicked out the tip of her tongue, showing me her tongue-stud, which she knew turned me on instantly. When we had finished coffee, Lucy said, Katia, darling, would you please tell Nadia that she is to be whipped now. I know my dear Jimmy can't wait to fuck her little arse, too. She was too tired last night, and, anyway, we wanted to wait until we were all here tonight.' Katia spoke a few words to Nadia, who simply nodded expressionlessly. Their big dining room-cum-salon had a gallery running around half its perimeter, supported by columns, and into one of these, Jimmy had set sturdy ringbolts above head-height. Now Lucy took the young Romanian girl over to this column, leading her gently by the hand. When they stood beside the column, Lucy reached to the back of the brunette's neck, lifting her heavy mane of hair out of the way, and quickly pulled down the zipper of her little black dress. She stood naked save for a black satin garter belt, the black stockings and her stilettos. Lucy, herself virtually naked in the almost non-existent dress, left her standing there while she fetched a carpet-bag from a cupboard I now knew well. From it, she produced two pairs of handcuffs, and proceeded to cuff Nadia to the ringbolts, so that her arms were raised above her head, and she was facing the column. She was just below full-stretch, thanks to the height of her heels. Lucy then moved her long hair out of the way over her shoulder, caressing the girl's breasts as she did so. Katia,' said Lucy, Is she frightened?' I'll ask her,' said Katia, and approached the captive girl, saying something to her in her own language. She replied, and Katia said, Not really. She doesn't think you will hurt her.' Then tell her I will. And ask her if she wants to be whipped.' Katia spoke to her again, and the new girl looked around, this time a bit more nervously, before she spoke again to Katia, at some length. Katia said, It is hard to translate, but she says that, when she was first beaten, she was .......excited, I think, but then it was different, and not exciting. Now she feels....she gets.....excited again.' Well, let's see,' said Lucy, and, pushing Nadia's legs apart with her foot, she felt between them with a probing hand. Hmmm,' she said, yes, I think she likes the idea.' Lucy then bent down and took a leather crop out of the bag, and took care to show it to Nadia, who turned away almost disdainfully. Her near-naked body presented a very tempting target, and Lucy licked her lips as she took careful aim, and then brought the crop swishing through the air expertly, to lash Nadia's soft tender flesh just below the shoulder-blades, where Lucy knew she would feel the agony at its worst. The young girl held back a stifled gasp as the crack of leather against flesh could be heard by all, and Katia, knowing me by now, already had my erect cock in her hand, having swiftly unzipped me while Lucy was taking aim. Sandra, a little slower, on the arm of the sofa, was kissing Jimmy deeply, aware that he was going to need his energies for later. While Lucy was taking her time about her next stroke, the blood was already forming a red wheal along the track of the first, so I knew she was not sparing the punishment, and she lashed Nadia fiercely again, making the girl writhe and cry out, and little, Oh,' as the blow struck home at the left side of her back, just below her tits. Another red welt formed quickly, and another lash followed immediately, this time at the other side, and was followed in turn by a further little moaning cry, this time one which seemed to carry with it something of an amalgam of pain and ecstasy. The sound of it prompted Lucy to set aside the crop, and repeat her thrust into Nadia's sex with her hand. She's soaking,' Lucy reported, and then said, Just two more, I think.' She thrashed her twice ferociously across her lovely, rounded buttocks, again leaving deep red stripes she would carry for many days, then pronounced herself satisfied with her handiwork. Nadia was moaning softly when Katia left me to release her cuffs, but was dry-eyed as Lucy led her to the sofa, and made her kneel on the floor in front of it, while she switched her attention to her husband, who was already in the arms of Sandra. Between the two of them, his ready weapon was soon pulled out of his trousers, and stood, proud and stiff, as Lucy bent to take a drop of pre-cum from his glistening crown with her studded tongue, and Sandra licked his whole length, cupping his heavy balls in her hands. Meanwhile Katia returned to me, and I watched the unfolding scene over her shoulder as she now lowered herself in luscious impalement onto my impatient shaft, her wet cunt literally pulsing with desire from having seen her friend suspended and whipped. As the velvet walls of her vagina sheathed me, I groaned with sheer joy, and saw that Lucy was now easing Nadia's legs apart while Sandra helped Jimmy guide his massive cock into their new slave's waiting arsehole. She cried out in real agony as he penetrated her -- it must have been far worse than the whipping she had just received, as he forced his mighty tool past her young sphincter, and he fucked her brutally, as Katia rode me while I cupped her wonderful firm tits. Lucy was tonguing Sandra's sopping cunt, her little stud flicking busily at my wife's erect clitoris, as she moaned with total ecstasy. In the car on our way home, I held Sandra's hand and she said quietly to me, We are very lucky, you know, Mark. Just a few months ago, our marriage was going nowhere much, then along came Katia.' She lowered her visor and looked in the vanity-mirror, and I took a simultaneous glance in the rear-view mirror. Katia was sleeping peacefully, her beautiful head on a cushion. She was a good slave. Procured Chapter 4 - Katia & Nadia are pierced; new friends are made ============================================================================ ====Nadia had settled in with Jimmy and Lucy, and Jimmy told me that they were very satisfied with her. We were of course well pleased with Katia, who played, by now, an important part in our lives. But you always want more from slaves--it is in the very nature of things - and, women often being more inventive, Lucy and Sandra, over coffee, had discussed our next project for our two slaves. The next evening, after dinner, Sandra waited until Katia was clearing away the dishes, then said, We think we should have them pierced, both of them.' Oh, where?' I wanted to know. Well, tongues, at least, and Lucy thinks clitoris piercing would be very exciting.' She should know!' I had plenty of first-hand knowledge of Lucy's assorted metalware. Her tongue-stud turned me on at the merest flick of her snaky tongue, but it was her clit-hood that wore a ring, as well as one of her labia, rather than her clitoris itself. I said as much to my wife. Her clit is too small, she told me,' said Sandra, and she wants us to have a "clit-inspection" for the two girls, so that we can see where they can be pierced.' Sounds good to me,' I said. So it transpired that the next evening, we drove the short distance to Lucy 's and Jimmy's house. Sandra rang the bell, and Lucy came to the door, dressed as exotically as ever, in a black fishnet cat-suit, and nothing else, so that my eyes were inexorably drawn to the heavy iron rings dangling from her long nipples, which poked through the mesh, despite her tiny breasts. She kissed us all, flicking that tongue-stud knowingly across my teeth when it was my turn. As we walked down the short passageway into their lounge, I admired Katia's rear view. She wore a backless silk mini-dress, her long back naked right down to the deep brand we had had scorched into her tender flesh some months ago, and which she wore with pride, showing it to all and sundry whenever her clothing permitted. I knew her friend Nadia was envious of it, but that Lucy didn't think she was yet ready for branding. Lucy had placed two armchairs side-by-side, and Nadia was standing beside one of them, wearing just a short nylon robe. If we want to see their clits properly,' said Lucy, they should be excited, shouldn't they?' She had acquired a riding-crop from somewhere as we entered the room and were greeted by her husband Jimmy. Jimmy embraced Sandra, stroking her bare arse under her skirt for a moment, then she pushed him gently away, and, agreeing with Lucy, said, As we know, there's nothing that excites Katia like a few strokes of the crop.' With that, she quickly untied the bow at the back of Katia's neck, and her dress dropped to the ground in a soft whisper of silk, leaving her stark naked, but for a pair of staggeringly high stilettos. Nadia slipped out of her robe, and Lucy bade the two girls kneel beside each other in the middle of the floor. They did so obediently, both catching their long hair up in their hands, knowing exactly what was expected of them. Lucy stepped up behind them, and lashed them, one after the other, hard and dispassionately, across their middle backs. Both girls flinched a little at the ferocity of Lucy's strokes, but neither cried out, and only after the sixth or seventh stinging blow, did Nadia start to moan quietly, whilst Katia remained quite silent, but I could detect her slightest squirming motion--I knew she was getting excited. I stood closer to Lucy, as always thrilled by her nearness, her musky perfume, the promise of her erotic imagination, and whispered, They are ready!'

And you!' she grinned, and throwing down the whip, took the two girls by the hand, and sat them down, one in each armchair. She told them to put their legs over the arms, and they followed her instructions. Sandra and I, as we had previously agreed, inspected' Nadia's pussy. Sandra ran a hand through the young girl's soaking crack, and murmured her pleasure. She wants to be fucked, Mark,' she said. I know, but it's her clit we are supposed to be looking at,' I reminded her. And it was impossible to ignore that organ, which was like a small prick, quite the most prominent I had seen. I knelt in front of the chair, nuzzled Nadia's sopping cunt, and took the nub between my teeth. She cried out instantly, and Sandra, on the floor beside me, by now had my cock deep in her throat. I cum, I cum now,' yelled Nadia, whose English could just about cope with that much, and she screamed as if she was being tortured as a mighty orgasm wracked her slender body. Meanwhile, Jimmy was fucking Katia for all he was worth, pumping in and out as she had her long legs wrapped around his waist, and Lucy's long forefinger rammed hard up his arsehole. I came, copiously, in my wife's throat soon after Jimmy had shot his load into Katia. That settles it then,' said Lucy, a little while later, as we drank our coffee, Nadia will have her clit pierced, Katia, her hood!' OK,' I said, do you have a practitioner?' Yes,' said Jimmy, we know a shop, very clean and professional, where we had Lucy done.' So it was decided that we should go the following Saturday, and we rang and made an appointment. That Saturday, despite the fact that she had been so cruelly branded, Katia was quite nervous as we went around in our car to meet Lucy, Jimmy and Nadia. We all met up in a coffee bar close to the shop, and trooped along to the place accordingly. I thought it looked quite seedy from the outside, but once inside, we were welcomed by a pleasant enough girl, who, oddly enough, seemed not to have much in the way of obvious piercing. She showed us into a waiting room, where we amused ourselves looking at catalogues of various decorations available, and then a door opened, and a different girl, in a white coat, told us all to come through into another room. An older woman, probably about forty, but still attractive, also in a white coat, was perched on a stool, next to what looked like a dentist's chair, but equipped with stirrups, like those used by gynecologists, which could be swung into place if needed. She had been forewarned as to our requirements, and said simply, Right, tongues first, I think!' Both girls obediently presented their tongues, and, in no time, they were the possessors of little silver barbell studs in their tongues. Both declared that they hadn't really felt much, but the woman warned them that they should use a mouthwash, and avoid oral sex for four days. OK,' said the woman, when that was concluded, who's first for the chair?' Katia volunteered, and lowered herself into the armchair. Take your panties off, dear,' said the woman. For an answer, Katia raised her tiny miniskirt, baring her shaven pussy. Oh, I see,' said the other, and gently helped Katia place her ankles in the stirrups. The rest of us stood by and watched as the woman, who now introduced herself as Kathy, stroked Katia's labia with a tender, almost caressing touch, teasing up her clitoris-hood. We saw the moisture glistening in Katia's pink slit as she became aroused at the older woman's touch, and when she took hold off the little flap between thumb and forefinger, our slave gave a little involuntary moan. Then she picked up a pointed instrument, and, without further ado, pierced Katia's delicate flesh in one quite rapid movement. Oh!' cried Katia, but before she had chance to protest further, she had a silver ring we had already chosen depending from her hood, and Kathy had turned her attention to her left pussy-lip, where we had agreed she should have another, smaller ring fitted. Although this took a little longer, Katia said later that it hurt less, and insisted on having a look at a fine silver chain she would be able to wear, clipped between the two rings, when the soreness had subsided after about five days' according to Kathy. Then it was Nadia's turn, and, still testing out her tongue-stud, which must have felt alien in her mouth, she positioned herself in the chair, and raised her skirt, again revealing her naked mound. So this is the one with the prominent clit?' asked Kathy. Yes,' said Lucy, You'll have to stroke her a little, but she excites easily.' Kathy needed no further encouragement, and, getting down from her stool, knelt between Nadia's slender legs, and pulled her pussy-lips apart with the fingers of both hands. Nadia smiled and, reaching down, plunged a finger deep into her own cunt, then withdrew it and held it towards Kathy, who took it in her mouth, then, unable to resist, locked her mouth down onto the Romanian girl's pussy, and thrust an eager tongue deep inside her. Nadia moaned with pleasure, as Kathy's tongue made its way upwards, right through her crack. The older woman's teeth closed around Nadia's now-erect clitoris, and it took her a visible effort of will to drag herself away and reach for the requisite tool, in order to inflict the piercing on Nadia. When she did so, Nadia screamed loudly, but told us afterwards that she had experienced a fantastic orgasm as her clit was actually penetrated by the cruel implement. Then she had the tiny ring fitted, and we chose the further adornment she would eventually wear. For Nadia, Lucy had decided she should have three links of chain hanging loose from her clitoris-ring. For several days, our lives went on quietly, and our slaves had to get over the trauma of being pierced. Lucy helped a lot, as she herself had had the experience, and could assist them in avoiding infection, and advise as to when they could start to do things normally again. When Katia was back in action, kissing her was a whole new deal, and my first blow job from her was very pleasurable, but the real beneficiary of her tongue-stud was Sandra, who said that being tongued by her was fantastic. When her clit-hood was healed, I gave her the delicate silver chain, a couple of inches long, to clip between her labia and the hood, and it looked wonderful hanging there. When we took her to our favorite restaurant, I made sure another couple sitting across from us got a brief glimpse of her naked pussy, with her new adornment, and enjoyed their curious gaze as we got up and left. They were a good-looking couple, I had seen around the area a few times, and I decided I was going to repeat the procedure the next time we coincided. Sandra was in full agreement. I didn't have long to wait, in the event. Two days later, we were all three of us in a coffee bar quite close to home, when in walked the same couple. Sandra and Katia were perched on high stools, both wearing full pleated miniskirts, with, of course, nothing underneath, their feet, in stilettos, hooked over the stools' footrests. Katia wore a silk jersey top, through which her firm breasts were more than shadows, the shape of her nipples thrusting at the thin material. Sandra wore a peasant blouse, her ample breasts also unfettered. I stood beside them, as there was no seat available. The young couple came in just as another couple vacated a table nearby, and sat down. They were just below us. The young guy, who was a blond about twenty-five, couldn't take his eyes off Katia--it wasn't easy, I knew--and when I whispered to her to smile at him, she did so, and he almost creamed his trousers. She was olive-skinned, with big brown eyes, and wore a classy trouser-suit. Her black hair was swept back in a pony-tail. I saw her look with annoyance at her husband--or boyfriend--and thought she was about to admonish him for looking at Katia. I stepped in. Bending down to them, I said, Excuse me, don't we know you?' I don't think so,' she said, in an accent that wasn't English. In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought, and insisted, dredging back memories of where I had seen them. I was sure you worked at the Patents Office, no?' I had mentioned the biggest employer for miles around. I don't,' she said, but Gavin does.' Phew! And she was smiling! We haven't lived here long,' she said, and don't really know anybody. We lived in Gibraltar before. I am Spanish, but Gavin is English, of course.' That she wanted to talk was evident, and Sandra now joined in, and said, Look, I am Sandra, and this is my husband Mark, who was so rude to talk to strangers -- and this is our ...er servant, Katia. Why don't you come and have a coffee at our house? It's just around the corner.'You are not rude at all,' she said, and my name is Lidia. We shall be very pleased to come with you.' We finished our own coffees quickly and I left a note to cover the bill, then we all trooped off to our house. Make yourselves at home,' I said, as they entered our lounge, and I took Katia on one side as she was going into the kitchen to get the coffees. Gavin sat in one armchair and I sat in the other, whilst Sandra and Lidia shared the sofa. When Katia came back, she put the tray of coffee things down on the low table, and perched on the arm of Gavin's chair, where I knew her nearness would be intoxicating, her naked thigh brushing his arm. You know I work at the Patents Office,' said Gavin, what, may I be cheeky enough to ask, do you do, Mark, to afford a lovely servant?' I laughed, Katia isn't really a servant, Gavin,' I said, she's our slave!' Lidia whistled softly, Does that mean what I think it means?' That depends on what you think,' I said, evasively. She does everything you want her to?' Yes.' And Katia? What does she think to that?' You must ask her,' said Sandra. At that Katia spoke, I am very happy with Mark and Sandra. I am their slave as long as they want me.' I am absolutely fascinated,' said Gavin, I've read about such things, but didn't think they really happened. Tell me, do you.....? Do you.........? I don't know how to put this.' If you are asking if we whip her, the answer is yes,' I said. Show them, Katia, please.' Katia stood gracefully and lifted her top, showing the fading welts left over from her most recent lashing, and mischievously pulled down the waistband of her skirt an inch or two, so they could get a brief glimpse of the brand of which she was so proud, etched into the flesh of her lower back, just above the cleft of her buttocks. I glanced over at Lidia, and she was spellbound, her dark brown eyes never leaving the elegant form of Katia, and I noticed that Sandra had taken her hand in hers, and was gently kneading it. But Gavin was eager to continue the conversation. Do you have, er....like a circle of friends, or anything, other people, who do this--this sort of .......?' His sentence tailed off lamely, and I helped him out. We know another couple who have a slave--she is a friend of Katia's--but they enjoyed our type of lifestyle before they got Nadia.' Sandra said, Why, you are trembling, Lidia!' The Spanish girl pulled her hand from my wife's and said, Was I? Yes, I suppose I was. The idea of the whip excites me, excites me very much.' Emboldened, Gavin asked Katia quietly if her piercing had been painful, and she smiled back at him, saying, in her accented English, Not really, but I was sore afterwards.' I think he wanted her to show him her rings. By the time we had finished our coffees, and taken a couple of brandies, Sandra had invited the couple to dinner the next evening, and, as she escorted Lidia to the door, she had her arm around the brunette's shoulders, and was talking quietly to her. What did you tell her?' I wanted to know. Wouldn't you like to know?' she said. Eight o'clock, and the doorbell rang promptly, announcing the arrival of our new friends. Sandra, now she had lost a lot of weight, looked stunning as she finished the table setting, dressed in a long black transparent gown with spaghetti straps, through which her rouged nipples protruded invitingly. Her shaven pubes were coyly protected under the sheer dress by a pair of diaphanous panties, tied in bows at the sides by huge black ribbons. She wore black stilettos mules. Katia went to answer the doorbell, wearing a yellow silk halter-neck dress, backless right down to the cleft of her buttocks, where I could see her brand as she walked down the passageway, taking tiny steps due to the extreme tightness around the ankles of her long skirt. Her platinum blonde hair was drawn up into a French knot. When Katia ushered our guests into the lounge, I saw that Gavin, like myself, had gone for smart/casual' and was wearing chinos and a button-down striped shirt, whilst Lidia was completely transformed from the businesswoman' image of yesterday. She was wearing a high-necked, long-sleeved, short tight dress in a shade of pale blue, which may have been silk, but was more likely man-made fiber. It fitted her like a glove, and there was no room for doubt that she had not a stitch on underneath it. Now I knew what Sandra had been telling her the day before, as they left the house! I drank in the lovely sight of her. She had also worn a pair of high heels, and had draped a thin gold chain around her slender waist. Her long black hair was brushed out to a silken sheen. She had gone to trouble, too, with her nails, which were probably porcelain, and long, long. There and then, I decided I was going to fuck her before the night was through. Katia served us our meal, which Sandra and she had prepared, and we ate it with lively conversation. I was aware that Gavin had the terrible hots for Katia, and had placed him next to her at the table. He tried hard not to make it obvious when Katia guided his hand to her shaven pussy, with its lewd adornments--she was well-practiced at keeping a straight face by now. I contented myself by playing footsie' with Lidia under the table, and her hooded eyelids were enough to betray her excitement, when Sandra, beside her, stroked her thigh. Throughout the meal, in fact, Sandra's nipples had been a focus of everyone's attention--even mine--so erotic a sight were they under the transparent black material. After coffee, Sandra announced that we should punish Katia for her brazen attitude the day before. It was obviously a pretext, and Katia did not appear to object, but Lidia had other ideas. Sandra,' she said, Would you consider whipping me instead? I don't think Katia deserves to be punished today.' Sandra agreed, almost too readily, and Lidia stood in front of us, not knowing what was expected of her. Strip!' I said, and she reached behind her and pulled down the long zipper of her dress, revealing her smooth, naked back. Wriggling it off her shoulders, pert breasts came into view, her nipples hard and excited, perched on big, dark, protuberant aureoles. The dress fell past a young slender waist, and she maneuvered it past the gold chain which encircled her waist, leaving it in place. Then she pushed it down over her hips, letting it slide to the floor. She had shaved off her pubic hair--later, Sandra told me that she had advised her to do so - and neat dark-colored labia could now be seen, guarding her secret crack. Now kneel,' ordered Sandra, and fetched the riding crop from its permanent place on the wall above the sideboard. I need you to ask me to hurt you, Lidia,' said Sandra. Yes,' she said. No, you need to ask,' repeated my wife. Please hurt me, Sandra, whip me and hurt me!' Sandra tested her arm with the crop, swishing it through the air, then told me to hold her hair out of the way. It was an excuse to touch her, and I knelt beside her, whisked up her long mane in both hands, and arranged it down over her breasts, letting my hands linger over her taut nipples. I took her cool, slightly trembling, hands in mine. I glanced over to the sofa, and saw that Gavin was sat with Katia, both watching as we prepared to punish his wife, but Katia's hand had already lowered his zipper, an was working to free an almighty erection from his boxers. Sandra, now ready, decided where she was going to strike, and drew back her arm, then there was a familiar rush of air, and a sudden crack'. Oh!' A half-sigh, half-moan escaped Lidia's lips as the whip struck her upper back, and her grip tightened on my hands. Sandra drew back her arm and lashed her harder, and lower. Crack,' and another moan from Lidia as she squirmed a little this time. A third blow was already on its way, and, this time, she pulled me towards her, and, her lips open, kissed me hard, her tongue snaking into my mouth. It was still there as my wife thrashed her again, this time across the top of her buttocks, making rake my back with her long nails. Three more quite cruel strokes, and Sandra was satisfied, and threw down the crop. She joined us on the carpet, pushing Lidia gently onto her now sore back, causing her to groan out loud. Sandra then eased the Spanish girl's legs apart and ran her hand through her crack, feeling its wetness. Drenched!' she announced, take her, Mark, you know you want to!' With that, she pulled down my zipper, and released my burgeoning shaft from its prison, giving it a loving stroke, then pulled a cushion from a chair, and eased it under Lidia's damaged arse. Without preliminaries, I penetrated her, driving my eager rod right in up to the hilt, my balls hammering against her arse as my crown reached the very neck of her womb. She gripped me with her agile cunt-muscles, her vagina sheathing me like a silken tube as I drove in and out. She came at least twice (I later learned she had also cum twice whilst being whipped) and when Sandra knew I was almost about to cum, she rammed a thin dildo hard up my arsehole to heighten my pleasure, as I shot my steaming hot load int0 Lidia' s soaking cunt. Gavin, meantime, was being ridden by Katia on the sofa. She was naked, and had straddled him, her brand a pretty sight as she finished him off. We shall have to punish her, later, I think,' said Sandra. Tomorrow, eh?' I suggested. Later, they all showered and dressed, and sat down to a drink. Mark,' said Gavin, at length, I can't tell you how grateful I am for your invitation tonight, and I know that goes for my wife. But I can't help feeling just a weeny bit envious of your lifestyle. You have already told us about the times you share with your friends, Lucy and, er...sorry, I forget the guy's name.' Jimmy,' supplied Sandra ....and Jimmy,' he went on, and, well, it all seems so, well, so ideal. What I want to know is this: how did you find Katia in the first place, Mark?' I didn't,' I said, Sandra procured her for me.' I realized, as they left, that I had sewn the seeds of an idea for them. They invited us back to their home for a meal, and said they would like to become close friends in the future. The following day Lucy called to say that Nadia was pestering her to have herself branded, like Katia, but that they couldn't afford the trip to Germany that we had all taken in order to have Katia marked. She wondered if we could devise the means to do a DIY job? Although Sandra was dubious, I thought it should be feasible, and said I'd look into it. The immediate future was looking interesting, to say the least of it. Procured Chapter 5 - Nadia is marked, and Lidia gets a new slave ============================================================================ ====I sat in my favorite armchair, reading the newspaper, but a serious distraction invaded my eyes, in the form of Katia, who was laying the table for dinner. When she leaned over the table to reach something in its centre, her tiny pleated skirt rose up to the lace tops of the white stockings which sheathed her long, long legs. I knew that she would be wearing no panties under her skirt, and my cock stiffened, unbidden, at the thought. Come here, Katia!' I said, and our slave turned and smiled at me, whisking her long, fine, platinum-blonde hair out of her eyes, then walked over to me, her high, metallic heels clicking on the parquet floor. She stood close in front of me, and slowly smoothed her skirt up, until her clean-shaven pussy came into view, the little chain dangling between the two rings she had had fitted, one in her clit-hood, the other in her labia. Knowing what I liked, she reached down and stretched her labia wide with the first two fingers of one hand, exposing her glistening pink cunt for me. Her eyes never left mine as she opened her mouth a fraction, showing me the tip of her pierced tongue. I now had an erection like a stallion, and freed it from my trousers. Katia straddled me, and, still holding her labia apart with one hand, grasped my rod with the other, and guided me home, settling down on me so that I penetrated her with my full length, then gripping me tightly with her agile vaginal muscles, which she knew drove me mad. I soon had her silk blouse undone, and kneaded her firm, pointed breasts as she started to move, gently at first, riding me so that our rhythms matched perfectly. When I was almost at the point of abandon, she eased me out of her, and, holding the base of my shaft, shifted position, so that I slid easily into her arsehole, the new tightness sheathing my tool for it whole length, peristalsis driving me to a frenzy. Fuck me, Mark,' she said, through gasping breaths, fuck my arse!' I drove at her now, my buttocks ramming up hard from the chair as I tried to get as deep within her as possible, my pounding strokes becoming frantic, then I drove one final great thrust, and came in a great flood, deep in her bowel. She lifted off, and went down on her knees, licking my cock clean, with every sign of enjoying the taste. You're a wonderful slave, Katia,' I told her, as I stroked her silken hair. She purred like a kitten. Looking up, I saw that my wife Sandra was stood in the doorway watching. Is that better?' she asked. You're not jealous, all of a sudden, are you?' I enquired. Of course not, darling,' she said, after all, you lent me to Gavin last night. No, I was just thinking that Katia's arse looks as if she's never been whipped. I think it's time she was punished.' Then why don't we whip her tonight? And you can take her to bed later -- I 'm knackered.' Sandra walked over and kissed me lightly on the forehead, saying, That would be nice, and you can recover for tomorrow.' I had forgotten that we had a big day lined up -- it was Saturday, and we had arranged to help Jimmy and Lucy in their quest to have their slave Nadia marked. Our new friends Gavin and Lidia were also invited, and it promised to be an interesting event. Lucy, like myself, enjoyed ritual, and had been describing the afternoon she planned as a ceremony.' But that was all in the future, and as we sat down to dinner, Katia joined us at the table, having changed into a short, silky, dark blue dress, loose, with a gathered neckline, which left her breasts free to jiggle about, her pert nipples distractingly obvious. Sandra had sheathed herself in black latex, a skin-tight, knee-length dress which molded her curves to perfection. Looking from one to the other of them, I couldn't help reflecting on my good fortune in being able to fuck these two fantastic women whenever I wished. We chatted amiably over dinner -- nobody listening in could have ever imagined that Katia was about to be cruelly whipped -- and when Sandra told Katia what we had decided, she merely smiled prettily, and said, Thank you, that will be nice.' When we had finished, and Katia had cleared the table, Sandra told her to go and get ready. She needed no further instruction -- rituals were by now well established, something Lucy had taught us -- and went to her room to prepare for her whipping. My wife, a dab-hand on the sewing machine, had made a dress for the occasion, to be worn when Katia presented herself for punishment. It was a long white gown of the sheerest nylon (curtain material,' said Sandra) with long sleeves tied at the wrists by ribbons, another of which circled her waist, and fur-trimmed at neck and hem. Its effect, as ever, was startling -- her gorgeous slim body could be seen in intimate detail through the transparent material, but its pristine whiteness lent her a somehow virginal air, her long platinum blonde hair now twisted up into a French Knot. This air' was just a little tainted by the sight of the little silver chain, clearly visible when she walked, dangling from the rings in her labia. I was very pleased with the whipping post I had designed and constructed in our playroom.' It took the form of an inverted, underlined Y,' the underline being a strong divided wooden bar, with holes for the wrists, like in stocks. The Y allowed for the captive's legs to be held wide apart, ankles trapped in broad leather straps, whilst another strap could be buckled tightly around the victim's waist. With her wrists snared in the stocks' she would be entirely vulnerable. I had made it with curved Timber, so that the victim's buttocks would be thrust out towards the captor. We were going to try it out for the first time, but Katia was surprisingly calm when she first saw where she was to be punished. She stripped off her gown, and, as I arranged her on the new post, I couldn't help running my finger around the brand, deeply scorched into the flesh of her lower back, remembering the thrill of that weekend in Germany when she had been marked. She looked at me, twisting her head around, helpless in her bonds, and said, I love you, Mark!' We both love you too, Katia darling,' I responded, stroking her cheek tenderly. Sandra came up behind me, a leather flogger in her hand. She looks lovely on your new contraption, doesn't she?' she said. I nodded, and Sandra bent to talk to Katia. You'd like me to hurt you, wouldn't you, darling?' she asked. Oh yes, Sandra. Please hurt me,' said Katia, understanding the protocol. Sandra laid the flogger on her slender white back, then raised it and brought its thin, supple leather thongs swishing down to land with a crack on our slave's tender flesh. Again and again she thrashed her with the flogger, criss-crossing her back and buttocks with a veritable spaghetti of red lines, but Katia neither flinched nor did she utter a sound until my wife put down the flogger and felt between Katia's wide-open legs. You're nice and wet, my dear,' she said, do you want to cum?' Yes, Sandra,' she said, but...' But you need me to hurt you more, don't you, you little slut?' `Yes please,' she murmured, and Sandra went to the wall-rack and took down a thin cane. Testing it through the air, she walked back to Katia, drew back her arm, and lashed her with all her strength across her lovely rounded

buttocks. At last Katia moaned, but I knew it was moan, not just of pain and agony, but of ecstasy, as her orgasm overtook her, and the evidence of this ran in a milky stream down her thighs. After she had thanked Sandra, I released her, and let Sandra tend to her sore back, then I told her to come to our room when she was ready. When she did so, she was naked, and I pulled her onto the bed, to lay between us. She grimaced when I touched her back, but she took my prick gently into her mouth, grazing my crown with her tongue-stud, then guided me into my wife's waiting cunt, massaging my balls as I pounded her. We both came together, then I slept, as Sandra went down and started to lick Katia's pussy. Next day we set off in mid-morning to Lucy and Jimmy's. Sandra wore a harem-suit in peach organdie she had made under her coat -- she had had to wear a coat, in spite of the warm weather, as the trouser-suit was translucent, and had a lace-fringed opening at the crotch -- she looked fantastic in it. Katia insisted on wearing a short, backless, floral-patterned silk dress with a flared skirt. She always liked to show off her wounds when she had been whipped, and I noted that her dress also revealed her brand. When she walked between us, down the garden path to where my car was parked, I glanced to one side, and saw that an elderly neighbor was watching, quite distracted from his gardening. When we arrived at Lucy's, Gavin and Lidia were already there, Lidia magnificent in a short, loose-fitting, mid-blue silky pleated dress which fell directly from neckline to hem -- a hem I instantly wanted to lift! Her legs were bare, and I suspected that all she wore apart from the dress was her pair of metal-heeled stilettos. Lucy, whose home we were in, had not seen fit to dress as if she were going to be seen by the public, and wore a trademark fishnet sheath, through which every detail of her body could be seen, the almost non-existent breasts with the rings dangling from her nipples, and the chain which she liked to wear connecting the ring through her pussy-lip to the one in her navel. I sat with Jimmy and Gavin, chugging beers, and taking in the sight our wives and Katia presented, until Nadia, Lucy and Jimmy's slave, appeared, going straight to Katia, who kissed her at length. Nadia was dressed in a short, transparent black nightdress, with a lace trim at the neck and hem, and looked very nervous, watching out of the corner of her eye as Lucy got Sandra to help her prepare the barbecue in their secluded, walled garden. Food had already been laid out -- a cold lunch -- because the barbecue would today serve a different purpose. In it was to be heated the iron which would be used to brand Nadia! We all greeted Nadia as if it were her birthday. As I embraced her, I was acutely aware of her pointed breasts thrusting through the sheer nylon, and when she turned away to peck Gavin on the cheek, the short chain dangling from her clit-ring swung around between her legs. She then went to chat to Katia, and we were all called to help ourselves to the plates of delicious oriental food that Lucy had provided, while the barbecue gets going,' she said. I noticed that Nadia was either too excited or too scared to eat. When we had eaten our fill, Lucy passed amongst us, taking each of us by the hand to led us to where she had decided we should be seated. Three garden sofas had been placed around the barbecue, and Lucy took my hand, and led me to the one already occupied by Lidia. Sandra was placed beside Gavin and Jimmy had Katia for company. Jimmy had set up the sound system, and Lucy now slipped in a new CD -- of vaguely ecclesiastic music. This is so exciting, isn't it?' breathed Lidia, into my ear, as Lucy beckoned Nadia to come to her, and the slavegirl obeyed, diffidently and hesitantly. I noticed that she had set up the barbecue beside a gnarled old pine tree, from whose branches hung a length of rope. It was no accident, and Lucy helped Nadia off with her nightgown, then tied her wrists together with the rope. She went around behind the tree, pulled on an unseen end of the rope, and Nadia's arms were quickly dragged up above her head, until she could just touch the ground with the tips of her toes. Lucy walked away, and from behind the picnic tables, fetched a long, cruel-looking bull whip, which she cracked like a circus performer. God, she's going to whip her first!' whispered Lidia, and I felt her hand covering the bulge in my chinos. Without preliminaries, Lucy stood back, eroticism personified in her fishnet sheath, and sent the long lash snaking towards her suspended slave. She was a complete expert with the whip, and its knotted tip caught Nadia just below her left breast, the lash falling on the flesh of her slim back. A tiny trickle of blood appeared from where the knot had bit her. Nadia stoically remained silent, looking proudly across at us, and Lidia was busy releasing my burgeoning erection from its prison. A second stroke whistled through the air and took Nadia lower down than the first, causing her to gasp, and my cock to leap as Lidia now held it in her long-nailed hand. Mmm,' murmured Lidia, and as Lucy announced that she was `just warming up ' her slave, I glanced around. Gavin was busy, his hand playing with Sandra 's pussy through the gap in her suit, while she was on the point of treating him to one of her fantastic blowjobs. Katia was straddled across Jimmy's lap, her back to him, so that she could see her friend's fate. Jimmy's hands were on her lovely breasts under her dress, and, the way she squirmed on

him, it wasn't going to be long before he was inside her. Lucy had finished her warm-up routine,' and was busy driving two tent-pegs into the lawn. To these, she tied Nadia's ankles. We can't have her wriggling around,' she explained, then, to Nadia, It's time, my dear. I'm going to hurt you more than you've ever been hurt. You know that, don't you?' Yes, Miss Lucy,' muttered Nadia. But you still want me to do it, don't you?' Yes, please, Miss Lucy,' she replied, her voice a little louder this time. Lucy ran a hand down the girl's flank, to her firm, round buttock, where she lingered in one spot. She glanced across for Jimmy's approval, and he managed to nod, despite the fact that Katia was in the act of guiding his rampant cock into her wet cunt, impaling herself slowly. Lidia was now licking pre-cum off the tip of my own knob, and, without looking, I knew that Sandra would be attending to Gavin's needs. Lucy had moved across to the glowing barbecue, and was inspecting the iron she had taken from the coals. Nodding her satisfaction, she moved quickly across to Nadia, whose eyes were wide with terror, despite her request to be marked. Lucy said, Forgive me, Nadia!' and plunged the red-hot brand straight to its target on her slave's tender buttock. Nadia shrieked -- an awful, piercing yell -- and there was a sizzling noise, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh, as the young girl slumped in her bonds, her head hanging down to her breast. As this happened, I came, in hot gushes, deep into Lidia's grateful throat -- I didn't care, at that moment, what the others were up to. Lucy took her slave down with infinite care, laid her face down on a rug, and went to fetch her medicine chest. I knew she would take good care of the girl, whom both she and Jimmy thought a great deal of. Sated, we all sat around talking for most of the afternoon, and Lidia and Gavin told us of their fruitless search for a slave of their own. Three days later, we called around to see how Nadia was recovering, and she was her chirpy self, only sorry we couldn't see her new brand, as it was covered by Lucy's sterile dressing. She said she would be very proud of it, as, indeed, Katia was of hers. When I came home from work the next day, Sandra showed me a letter she had received from her niece in Canada. Apparently her parents, Sandra's brother Neil and his wife, had split up. She said she had nowhere to go -- could she come and stay for a while? Well, can she?' asked Sandra. It's up to you, love,' I said, your niece!' She can come as far as I'm concerned,' said my wife, but I don't know what she'll make of our lifestyle, do you?' She'll have to take us as she finds us,' I said -- platitudes come cheap. So three weeks later, we were at Heathrow, waiting with a piece of cardboard, Cynthia Chandler' printed on it with felt-tip. When all the passengers from her flight seemed to have gone through, a scruffy-looking girl with straggly dark blonde hair, wearing what appeared to be an army greatcoat, and towing a big suitcase, stood on her own, peering around. Cynthia?' I called. Shit no,' said the girl, coming towards us, nobody calls me that. Cindy' s my name -- and you'll be uncle Mark?' And nobody calls me that either,' I said, just plain Mark, OK?' She looked even more like an unmade bed close up, as I took her suitcase and she told us she had been searched in Customs -- it was hardly surprising, I thought. Cindy was sullen and uncommunicative as we drove home, showed neither gratitude -- which we didn't want anyway -- nor any other emotion when we showed her to her nicely appointed room. She came down to dinner in a pair of ratty jeans and a grubby sweat-shirt, and hardly spoke until Katia appeared with steaming plates of a goulash she had made. Katia, I'd like you to meet Cindy,' said Sandra, and Cindy looked Katia up and down, then looked at both of us in turn, a question forming in her mind. Katia lives with us,' I told her, somehow reluctant to introduce the concept of Katia's real status to our new guest. Oh,' she replied, but her eyes seldom left Katia during the meal. Looking from one to the other, the contrast in two girls of roughly the same age was amazing. Katia, her platinum blonde hair brushed out to a silky sheen, long silver ear rings brushing her shoulders, was fantastic. She wore a plain, peach-colored silk blouse, under which her firm, unfettered breasts were obvious, the shape of their long nipples making indents in the soft

silk. Her make-up was immaculate. When she spoke, her tongue-stud flicked out briefly, bringing to mind the other, more arcane piercings I tried not to think about -- at least until I had eaten. Cindy, on the other hand, looked like someone you might find begging on the streets; lank, unwashed hair hanging down around what I thought might be a pretty face, if she ever took the trouble to smile. She wore no make-up, and had on the same dowdy green sweat-shirt she had worn when she arrived at the airport. She wasn't exactly hostile, but maintained a sullen introspection, refusing to enter into conversation which required more than a yes' or no.' When we finished our meal, and went into the lounge for coffee, Cindy uttered her longest sentence of the evening: Guess I'll turn in now, I'm bushed,' she said. We said goodnight to her back. We all sat together on the big sofa, Katia between the two of us, her long legs encased in white, lace-topped stockings, her little silk miniskirt riding up above their tops, to reveal an inch of firm white flesh. As ever, I couldn't resist sliding my hand up her leg, soon locating the moist heaven of her pussy, while Sandra had a hand under Katia's blouse, massaging her lovely young breasts. Suddenly, Cindy burst in upon the scene! I can't find the light-switch in the ba.....,' she began, then took in the tableau we must have been presenting, turned, and fled. Sandra quickly composed herself, stood and went after her niece. I was distracted too, and Katia and I tried to listen as voices floated downstairs to us -- to no avail. After a while, Sandra came down, smiling. Cindy OK now?' I asked. Yes, she just couldn't find the pull-switch in the bathroom,' said my wife, and then she came down and saw us...' What did she say?' I wanted to know. She was curious about Katia,' said Sandra, so I told her.' What did you tell her?' That she was our slave. She looked at me to see if I was joking, I think, then just nodded and shut herself in her room.' After passing a very pleasant half hour with Katia, we went to bed. I listened carefully at Cindy's door, and thought I heard her crying softly, but decided against doing anything about it -- she would have to adjust, and it would take some time. Next morning, however, she looked a little brighter, dressed in a fresh pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt, though her hair was the same mess as the previous night, and she wore no make-up. Regarding her over breakfast, I thought she was basically pretty, and much could be done for her with a visit to the hairdresser and some attention in general. When she had finished her coffee and toast, Sandra said, Look, Cindy, Mark is at work, and I'll be busy, but Katia is going shopping, to the local commercial centre. Perhaps you'd like to go with her?' OK,' she replied, without enthusiasm, then fell silent. A while later, Katia was ready to go, dressed in a dark blue pleated miniskirt and a peasant blouse, her long shapely legs clad in shiny black nylon, strappy stilettos on her feet. Cindy got up obediently to join her, and I marveled again at the contrast between two young girls, finding myself imagining Cindy transformed -- could she be? Cindy got languidly to her feet, looking Katia up and down, an expression of disdain on her face, and followed her out of the door. I looked at Sandra, and she sighed, spreading her arms in a gesture of helplessness. But I think it's time I let Cindy herself pick up the narrative:- CINDY'S STORY. I guess I was a little girl lost' that morning -- my chief thought being; Fuck, what have I gotten myself into?' Still feeling a bit woozy from jet-lag, which I'd read about but never before experienced, my body wasn't too sure whether it was lunchtime or whatever. And I had agreed to go shopping with this incredibly beautiful whore! Looking back over the last weeks, I could just as easily have stayed in Canada, getting some kind of job in a store or something, and finding someplace to live, perhaps share with one of my friends, but when my Dad and that bitch split up, he had suggested I come over -- and that was that. But Sandra's house -- well, that was something else! I'd never seen anything like the scene I had witnessed the night before, then Sandra just came out and told me that Katia was a slave.' What the fuck was that all about? I had been upset, I supposed, the night before, but I woke up feeling a bit different. Different, how? Excited? Well, perhaps a bit. Curious? Sure. I followed the blonde chick's legs down the garden path -- her legs were something, I had to say -- and felt a twinge of...of what? Envy? No, not really -- I had good legs anyway, I thought. No, I decided, it was just that I was dressed in what I'd always thought was a normal way -- and.....and, well, just get an eyeful of her! And, as we walked along to the bus-stop, that's just what a lot of guys did, you couldn't help noticing. Her English was a bit strange, and she had difficulty, I thought, with my Canadian accent, but she seemed nice enough, and we managed to talk OK, mainly about the weather, slow bus-rides -- stuff like that. Do we need a trolley,' I asked her, at the main entrance of the big Commercial Centre. No,' she replied, Sandra does all the food shopping by Internet. I'm just buying clothes and things.' If she's a slave, I thought to myself, it's not such a bad life -- she gets to go shopping for clothes and things,' and doesn't have to trail around the supermarket. The whole thing mystified me. We went up an escalator to a level where all the good shops seemed to be, and I followed Katia as she inspected lots of dresses and so forth. Eventually, in one shop, she found a minidress she liked -- a backless, halter-necked creation made of some silky material. She went into a tiny cubicle to try it on, while I sat outside on a bench. After a few moments, she emerged, wearing the dress. It looked wonderful on her. How do I look?' she asked, and twirled around, showing me her rear view. My gaze fell upon an insignia featuring entwined letters, S and M, now visible on her lower back. At first glance I thought it was a tattoo, but I took her arm, holding her still, and realized that it was scored deeply into her flesh, a brand! Fuck,' I said, Touching the brand gently, in case it was sore, They did this to you?' Yes,' she said, I'm very proud of it. But do you think I should buy the dress?' Yes, of course,' I muttered, almost too stunned by her obvious acceptance of what must have hurt terribly to reply. And while she had her back to me, I also saw a ladder of fading red stripes on her graceful straight back. If I didn't know better, I thought, she's been whipped! It took me a while to recover, as we walked from store to store, but after a while, Katia said to me, Don't you need any clothes?' I don't wear dresses and stuff,' I replied, and I've got lots of trousers and tops.' That's a shame,' said Katia, you are very pretty.' I looked at her to see if she was taking the piss, but her face was deadly

serious. You ought to wear nice things,' she was saying, and let me do your hair.' Just then, we passed a shop Closed for remodeling,' and I saw our reflections in the darkened window. I had to admit there was a bit of a difference. Katia, startlingly blonde and immaculate in her pleated skirt, white stockings and staggeringly high heels, her breasts jiggling under a sky-blue silk blouse -- and me, mousy, straggly hair, Ottawa University t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. She had a point. Let me get over the first few days,' I said, then we'll see.' Back home, Katia showed Sandra the dress she had bought, as well as a pair of shoes, which had heels I couldn't imagine walking in, and some costume jewelry. After approving of Katia's purchases, Sandra came over to where I had sat down in an armchair, and sat on the arm. And how was your morning, Cindy?' she asked. Curious as hell, I wanted to ask her about Katia's brand, but didn't know how to begin. Fine,' I replied, there are some nice stores.' Did you buy anything?' asked Sandra. No,' I said, I don't really need anything.' Well, lunch will be ready in about an hour. I suppose you'll want to go and freshen up?' OK,' I said, and went up to my room. I didn't want to freshen up' -- but I did want to think. The sight of Katia's brand, and the all-too-clear signs that she had been whipped, coupled with her evident contentment, had combined to set my mind racing. I examined my own thoughts, because never in my life had I encountered anything of the sort. I wasn't a virgin -- hadn' t been since I was fifteen -- and didn't consider myself a prude, but, although I knew that many people got their kicks in different ways, I had never before encountered a real-live..... submissive? Was that what you called them? I had to admit to myself that I was more than just curious. I was, I had to admit, excited. A shower might help calm me down, I thought, and quickly stripped off, and stepped into my little shower-cubicle. As the jets deluged down on me, I shampooed my hair, but, as I rinsed off the suds, my hand wandered involuntarily to my pussy, parting my labia, and finding my clit already emerged from its secret hiding place. With my other hand I turned off the water, and gave in to an impromptu masturbation, which made my knees virtually give way, as I came, in record time, a nice, fulminating orgasm, that left me crumpled against the wall of the shower, legs like jelly. I realized I had been picturing Katia as my climax approached, and, as I dried my hair, wondered if I had lesbian tendencies I had never suspected. No, not really, I decided -- it was the sexually-charged atmosphere around her, and I remembered the brief view I had had the night before, of the three of them together on the sofa -- and Mark was faceable, after all! I tried my best with my hair. At least it was clean now, but it certainly needed a bit of care and attention. I stopped and thought, as I was applying a smear of lipstick for the first time in ages -- what was I trying to do? Compete with Katia? I grimaced at the mirror. Not bad bone structure, or body, for sure, but I had no eye make-up, and as for clothes -- forget it! I rejected the idea of putting on my one and only skirt -- I had no shoes to wear with a skirt - and went down to lunch in my jeans and t-shirt. We ate a nice lunch that Sandra had prepared. She had said, last night, Katia is our slave,' but it was Sandra who did the cooking while Katia was out shopping! Funny sort of slavery, I mused. It all seemed a bit more logical when Sandra asked Katia to clear the table and do the dishes, and Sandra and I sat down to watch television. At length, she said to me,Cindy, I know your Dad gave you some money to tide you over, but do you want me to help you find a job? No hurry, of course, but it might not be that easy.' I guess I'll start looking at the papers,' I said, but I just want to get used to being here for a while.' Sandra looked at me as if she was about to say something, then looked back to the television, but I sensed it might be a good time, and said, You told me last night that Katia is your slave. She seems.... happy with her... .er-status.' Yes,' she said, I think she is. I'll have to tell you more, as you're going to live with us. It's just that I really don't know where to start, or if you'll understand.' Try me,' I told her, and Sandra got up and came over to sit next to me, then immediately sprang up and called to Katia from the doorway. Katia, darling,' she said, be a love and go fetch me some Tampax from the chemist's.' She came back, and said, There, we'll be on our own for a while.' She then started to talk, telling me how she had procured' Katia, initially as a kind of plaything for Mark, but that she had changed their lives -- launched them on a sexual adventure which she hoped would continue for a long time. She told me about their friends Lucy and Jimmy, and how they frequently had exchanges, about how Katia had returned to Romania and come back with a slave for their friends. And you had her branded, like a steer?' I couldn't resist asking. Yes, have you seen it then?' She said she was proud of it.' She's such a darling, and lives for the days when we punish her,' said Sandra. I shook my head in partial disbelief. Partial,' because I had seen the evidence on Katia's slim body, and because I had developed, in no time at all, a certain fascination for what I now knew was going on. But Sandra mistook my gesture for disapproval, and said, Look, Cindy, nobody's going to ask you to join in with our....activities. Your life's your own -- but you should know what we get up to, that's all.' I'm absolutely fascinated,' I heard myself say, and I think Katia's lovely.' We fell silent at that, and watched an old film for a while, then Sandra suddenly got up and consulted a slim book that was on the sideboard. I suddenly remembered,' she said, we've invited Lucy, Jimmy and their girl, Nadia, to dinner. And my diary tells me it's tomorrow night.' I'll go out somewhere,' I offered. No, no,' said Sandra, you are, of course, invited. You're one of the family. It's just that I don't want you to be embarrassed by us. Look, you can please yourself -- and I mean that -- either stay up in your room and watch the telly, or join us for dinner. It's up to you, darling. Only thing is, you'll want something to wear. I imagine your wardrobe doesn't run to an evening gown, am I right?' I grinned, You're absolutely right.' So off you go to the shops again tomorrow morning -- and I'm buying!' She waved aside my protests, saying that I shouldn't need a dress if it were not for their dinner party. At that moment, Katia returned, and we returned to watching the film. As the film went on, my attention wandered, and I found myself thinking about my situation. I had been on the point of saying that I preferred staying in my room to their dinner party, but something got the better of me. Curiosity? Probably, but something about their lifestyle -- the two sexy couples with their slaves,' was intriguing, and I could hardly wait to meet their friends. Next morning, then, I was back amongst the stores, this time with Sandra, who had brought me in her car. We went from store to store, Sandra continually rejecting dresses I thought worth trying, until we left the Commercial Centre, and I was taken to a small boutique that Sandra said was certain to have something for me. And so it proved. The young assistant wheeled out a whole rack of long evening gowns, and Sandra flicked through them until she found one to her liking. I think you should try this on,' she said, holding up a white garment which had a silky look, come on!' I was embarrassed taking off my clothes in the dressing room, in front of my aunt, but stripped down to bra and panties. You'll have to wear this dress without those,' said Sandra, but understanding my feelings, added, but you may as well try it on over them.' When I slipped the gown over my head, I saw what she meant. It was a long white high-necked sheath, each side of which was open, the three inch wide openings held together by three sets of narrow black ribbons, which would draw attention to the openings, and, of course, to what the wearer had on, or didn't have on, beneath. The material was, I thought, frighteningly flimsy. But I frequently went without a bra, especially in summer, and wasn't too worried about my nipples sticking out, but I felt sure my dark bush would be visible if I went without panties. But Sandra had already made up her mind. I'll take it,' she said. By the time we got home, she had bought me a cotton print button-through dress, a pair of shoes I thought I'd never be able to wear, and a miniskirt and blouse, and wouldn't hear of me spending my own money. We won't worry about accessories,' she said, I've got lots and lots of

things.' Sandra had been very sweet, and, at lunch, made another suggestion. Cindy, my dear, will you let Katia help you get ready for this evening?' Sandra,' I said, I'm a big girl now, I can get ready myself .' I know, darling, but we all need a little help sometimes, and I really want to show you off to my friends. I think you're really very pretty, even if you do your best to hide it.' Do you really think I'm pretty?' I asked -- nobody had ever said as much, even my old boyfriend, Rob. Yes, darling, I think you are. You have a lovely young body, and a nice face, and Katia will help you make the most of it. She herself looked quite plain when she first arrived.' I found that hard to believe, looking at the slim blonde, who had just come in from the kitchen, and stood there in her black pleated miniskirt and patterned black hose, perched on the amazingly high patent stilettos she seemed to have no problem with. After lunch, Katia came up to my room with me, and sat on my bed while I took a shower. When I emerged, wrapped in a big fluffy towel, she smiled at me. You don't need to cover yourself, Cindy,' she said, but I left the towel where it was and sat beside her. You must understand,' I said, I've never been one to show myself. I'm frightened to death of wearing the dress Sandra bought for me -- it's so revealing.' Let's have a look at it,' said Katia. I took it out of the wardrobe and held it up for her, and she took the material between thumb and forefinger. It's lovely,' was her verdict, but you can't wear anything under it, can you?' My bush will show,' I protested. Then let me shave you,' said Katia. Oh fuck,' I exclaimed, but I've never shaved there, in my life!' There's a first time for everything -- isn't that what you say in English?' I sat obediently on the plastic stool in the bathroom, while Katia took the canister of foam which, along with two razors, had mysteriously appeared in my bathroom cabinet, and, getting me to open my legs, foamed not only my mound, but all over my pussy, and even up my crack and around my asshole. Then she started to shave, expertly. You've done this before,' I said. For an answer, she flipped up the hem of her tiny skirt, and showed me her

clean-shaven, neat pussy, below an equally hairless mound. No panties!' I remarked. No, never,' she replied, and I looked to see if she was kidding, but there was no trace of it on her lovely face. I was beginning to like her a lot, but could scarcely believe that there I was, letting another woman, I had known for less than two days, shave my pubes. When my mound was clear of every scrap of hair, she worked delicately around my labia, gently pulling them out of the way of her razor-strokes, and I found myself breathing just a little more quickly. You are quite wet,' said Katia, and smiled up at me. I noticed for the first time, that she had a tongue-piercing, and thought briefly how it would feel to be kissed by her, or -- dangerous thought, this -- to have her lick my pussy. I couldn't remember ever having had these thoughts about another woman. But she was asking me to sit up to the edge of the stool, so that she could work right up to my asshole, and I did as she wanted. When she had finished, and taken off the excess foam with a towel, she went and fetched a hand mirror from my dressing table, and showed me her handiwork -- I thought I looked like a ten year-old girl, but somehow quite pretty. After putting soothing oil all over my mound, and around my pussy, Katia pronounced herself happy with the result -- but you must keep it clean-shaven,' she cautioned me, or it will itch.' Her action, I mused, had drawn us together, and I could no longer keep secrets from Katia. I thanked her. Have a rest now, and I'll go and do the same, then I'll come and do your hair later, ready for tonight,' the Romanian girl said. You can stay here with me, if you like,' someone said -- it must have been me! I'd like that,' she said, simply. I slipped into a short silk robe I had found behind my bathroom door, and went to turn back the sheets, and get into bed. To my surprise, Katia had stripped naked, and slid her slim body in beside me, glints of a silver chain showing briefly between her legs, and a pretty decoration more obvious as it dangled from her navel. I ached to touch her, but lay rigidly still, my back to her, not daring to do so. After a while, though, I felt her hand stroking my hair, and half-turned towards her, reaching to take her hand in mine. No word passed between us, but I slowly rolled over to face her, looking at her in the half-light which penetrated the drawn drapes. She was smiling, and again I saw the stud, flicking out from between her white teeth like a snake's forked tongue. Crossing a line I had never thought to traverse, I leaned in and kissed her tentatively, then pulled away to look for her reaction. I felt her arm snake around my neck, and, suddenly, we were kissing with abandon, her studded tongue clicking against my teeth as it explored my mouth, our tongues thrusting, entwining. I moved in closer, feeling our breasts touching, then sought her firm ones with my hand, encountering a hard little nipple, and drawing a nice little moan from deep in Katia's throat. A long leg was thrown over me, entrapping me -- and I had never want to be captured so much in my life. This is all very new for me,' I breathed in her ear, stroking back her lovely fine hair. I know,' she said, but you like this, yes?' Oh yes,' I replied, as her hand ran across my freshly-shaven mound, sought my pussy. My hormones were doing a tap-dance, after many months of abstinence -- my affair with Rob had come to an abrupt end when I found that he was two-timing me. Oh yes!' I gasped, as Katia's busy fingers found my clit, prized it from its hiding place with her caresses, and then plunged into the wet, warm depths of my cunt, as her mouth simultaneously found one of my nipples, now engorged with passion, and teased it with her studded tongue. My orgasm took me by surprise, a delicious wave of ecstasy sweeping over me like a tsunami, and it took me a moment to recover, then I said, It's your turn now, Katia!' No,' she replied, sleep for a while -- I need to rest for the evening ahead; I'm sure to need all my energy then.' We lay together, sleep taking a while to come to me, but when it did, I slumbered deeply, until perhaps seven, when Katia kissed my cheek, and told me it was time to get ready. She had me sit on the stool in front of my dressing table, and spent some time expertly trimming and brushing my hair, until I could barely recognize myself -- my hair was shiny and neat, falling down past my shoulders to the middle of my back. Then she got me to turn around, and attended to my make-up, paying special attention to my eyes. You've made me look like a whore,' I told her. Good,' she said, `then you will look sexy!' And I thought privately that she had achieved just that, my large green eyes now sporting long black eyelashes, and lots of mascara, my lips shining with gloss, a touch of glitter around my cheeks. It was time to put on the dress. I felt nervous at the thought of people seeing me in this fantastic gown, which revealed more than it hid. After I had wriggled into its soft silky caress, and stepped into the heels Sandra had bought me, I walked about, getting used to the crippling height of the unaccustomed heels, and looking at myself from every possible angle in the big mirrored door of my wardrobe. Katia had gone to get ready herself. I could scarcely believe that the reflection looking back at me was me -- gone was the scruffy creature I had been for as long as I could remember -- in her place was an erotic image, a girl, I had to admit, that any man would want to fuck. And with my appearance, I mused, my whole attitude had changed. Katia had shown me delights that lurked in my body, hinting, as it were, at pleasures to come, pleasures I could only dream of, and which I had somehow thought, I supposed, were felt by others -- not me. When I felt I could trust myself to walk without staggering in those heels, I walked carefully downstairs. Sandra was laying the table, and I had to do a double-take when I saw her. Her long, straight, ash-blonde hair, which I had only seen worn up in a twist, was loose, brushed out to a pretty sheen. But it was her dress which commanded attention. At first I only saw her rear view, and a central three inch gap from high neckline to floor in her flaming red gown was closed by dint of criss-crossed black strings, which someone must have helped her pull

tight, as she was virtually encased in the tight dress. The crack between her buttocks was on view, and, needless to say, she wore nothing beneath the dress. When she turned towards me, I told her I thought she looked very sexy, and she smiled back. When Katia walked in with a tray of glasses, she looked like a voyeur's dream. She wore a white corset, her waist pulled in to almost nothing, her breasts perched above its frilly top, nipples just visible. From the high, arched hem of the corset long garter straps held up lace-topped white stockings. This ensemble she covered with a completely sheer white nightgown, mid-thigh length, trimmed with white fur at hem and neckline. A glint of silver shone from her pussy, where I knew a chain dangled between her two piercings. She wore immensely high white stilettos, and I didn't believe I had ever seen a more erotic looking woman. Mark was at the door, welcoming the guests I was now eager to see, having heard so much about them from Sandra. When he ushered them in, I took an instant liking to Jimmy, who looked laid-back in cream chinos and a button-down blue shirt. My first sight of Lucy was unforgettable, though. Her long black hair had been braided into a single plait, and she wore a peach-colored, long-sleeved harem suit with a floral pattern, almost completely transparent, so that I could see the rings Sandra had told me hung from her nipples, and that, like Katia, she had a chain depending from her crotch, though it was impossible to see where it was attached without staring rudely. When she greeted me, I noticed that she had a coral stud in her tongue, too. And this is our slave, Nadia,' she announced. I embraced the small, slim Romanian girl, who wore a simple, sky-blue, pleated gown, knee-length, falling straight from a gathered collar, in some soft, silky material. When I had been introduced, Lucy said to Nadia, Now, show everybody your brand, darling -- they'd all like to see it, I'm sure.' Nadia picked up the hem of her dress, raising it to her narrow waist, then slowly turned around, so that we could all see the terrible mark, just like Katia's, but still looking fresh and just a bit angry. It consisted of a simple insignia, with Lucy's and Jimmy's initial entwined. Does it still hurt?' Sandra wanted to know. A little,' said Nadia. I don't think she should be whipped tonight, then,' said Sandra, so we' ll not put her name in the lottery.' Just the three of us then,' said Lucy, unless you are including Cindy, of course.' Oh no, she's just a spectator,' said Sandra, let's have something to eat, shall we?' I was utterly fascinated by the proceedings, but could scarcely believe what I had heard when I realized that they were actually going to have someone whipped -- and that such punishment wasn't to be restricted to the slaves. As we sat down to eat, I suddenly realized that I was wet. Was it the amazing gown I was wearing, and which caressed my skin like a lover? Was it the sight of the other women, so erotically dressed? Or Jimmy, whose eyes flitted across me, noting the shape of my breasts under the dress? Or was it the promise of seeing someone receive a whipping that they so clearly relished? Whichever, my pussy was soaking, and my concern was that I didn't stain my dress. I looked around the table, and my eyes took in the sheer beauty of Katia, the innocent-looking Nadia, and the voluptuous charms of Sandra, but it was by Lucy's exotic appearance that I was captivated, and I realized with a shock that her husband was regarding me, a small smile playing on his lips, as I was riveted by the sight of his wife. I turned slightly to smile back at him, something I wouldn't have dared to do before.....before what? Before I had fallen under the spell of this odd gathering. But Mark was presenting straws to Sandra, Katia and Lucy, as we had finished eating -- and Lucy drew the short one! You would have thought she had won a cash prize -- she looked delighted. Delighted that she was about to be whipped? Perhaps it was a play-thing? A simulation, something like that? Who's going to whip me?' Lucy was asking. The choice is yours,' replied Mark. I'd love Sandra to do it,' said Lucy, do you want me to strip now?' No,' said Mark, let's all go to the playroom. I'd like to see you on my new whipping-post.' That sounds interesting,' said Lucy, and I saw her actually licking her lips involuntarily as we left the table. Once in the playroom, Mark sat between Katia and Nadia on the sofa, and Jimmy motioned to me to take the armchair, whilst he helped Sandra prepare the whipping post, and Lucy slipped out of her harem suit. It was then that I saw just how flat-chested she was, her breasts no more than slight bumps, but with prominent, swollen nipples, from which dangled dull metal rings. A long silver chain hung from her pierced navel, looped and joining another which hung from her hairless pussy. Jimmy and Sandra soon had her wrists in the stocks, and her legs spread apart, ankles secured by the straps that were there for the purpose. We don't need to fasten her waist,' said Jimmy, she'll keep still.' Sandra lifted Lucy's plait from her back, and flipped it over her shoulder. What would you like me to use, darling?' she asked her. You're good with a horse whip, Sandra,' she replied, but do as you please.' I found myself getting unexpectedly excited, and was squirming on the armchair, as Jimmy came and sat on its arm. Do you really want me to hurt you?' Sandra asked her captive. I realized that this was a part of some essential ritual. Yes, please hurt me,' replied the Chinese girl, hurt me a lot!' I tried to read her expression -- there was lust there, surely, and something else -- expectation? I couldn't tell, her Asiatic features inscrutable. Sandra fetched a long, evil-looking horse whip from the wall-rack, and tested it through the air, then stood back, gave a couple of swishes to loosen her wrist, then sent the lather thong whistling through the air to land with a sharp crack across Lucy's slender white back, where it traced an instant pink line. Oh!' murmured Lucy, when I was sure I should have screamed. Before I had time to wonder why my breath was coming in short gasps, another vicious, efficient stroke was etching a line on Lucy's pale flesh, and, although she appeared to writhe almost imperceptibly, she remained silent, but as she twisted her head as far as she could towards her torturer, her pretty face wore an expression more of lust than pain, and when the third, even harder, lash brought up a welt on her tender skin, I saw her studded tongue dart out from between her white teeth in an unmistakable gesture of passion. Sandra was now warmed to her task, and flogged Lucy with all her strength, drawing a pattern of red stripes from her shoulder-blades to her buttocks, and not even sparing her inner thighs, where I thought it must have been excruciating. So caught up was I with Lucy's fate, that I hardly registered Jimmy' s arm around my shoulders, until his hand found my breast through the thin, soft fabric of my gown, and began kneading it, bringing the nipple to attention. Then I looked up at him, but he didn't stop, and I certainly didn't want him to. This excites you, Cindy, doesn't it?' he whispered in my ear. I nodded dumbly, and, looking sideways, saw that Katia and Nadia were taking turns to suck Mark's impressive cock. Sandra, meantime, had finished her work, and was taking Lucy down from the whipping post. Come on,' I heard her say, I'll take you to my room and put some balm on your marks.' Lucy nodded her acquiescence and, taking Sandra's hand, followed her out. Jimmy bent around and kissed my lips, and I found his attention so welcome that I allowed him to put his tongue in my mouth. As we kissed, I felt my juices begin to flow in earnest. Always finding it easy to reach a climax, I knew I should cum immediately we went any further. I was terribly excited by what I had just witnessed, but couldn't have said why. I found myself wondering if I was, in fact, envious of Lucy -- if I could envisage being whipped. Her enjoyment was so evident, that..........I just didn't know. But what was Jimmy doing now? He had taken my wrist and guided my hand gently to his fly. Some force outside my control made me pull down the zipper, and I discovered he wore no underwear, as his nice, straight, erect cock sprang into my hand. I looked at it admiringly, then leant over and licked a drop of pre-cum from its tip, which I then took in my mouth, tonguing his crown until he moaned with pleasure. Impatient for more now, I slid my lips down his shaft, taking him deep into my throat -- and amazed myself when a violent, shuddering orgasm wracked my body, an accumulation of what I had seen and Jimmy's lovely cock. No way could I disguise my ecstasy from Jimmy, who immediately let himself go too, and I was soon swallowing his load of hot spunk as he shot it deep into my throat. We all sat and sipped drinks, back in the lounge, Sandra and Lucy conspicuous by their absence, and when they did eventually appear, almost an hour later, no-one commented -- they simply poured themselves out a glass each and joined us, watching television. Only about 25% of me was with the game show on the box, however, as my mind was in turmoil, a turmoil that continued after I had gone to bed. I wasn't like them, was I? Or, if I wasn't like the rest of the party, why had I been excited practically to the point of orgasm by what I had witnessed? And what made me take a stranger's cock in my mouth? I switched my light on and took a long look at myself in the mirror. Somehow, the girl looking back at me had changed -- I saw a more sophisticated, knowing image, and lay back, sleep coming instantly. When I awoke it was almost nine, and I realized there was no noise from downstairs. Then it dawned on me that it was Saturday, and nobody had to go to work. Just the same, I showered and got dressed, starting to pull on my jeans, then thinking better of it, and slipping on the cotton summer dress Sandra had bought me, over my bra and panties. There was no way, I thought, I could wear my sneakers with a dress, so I reluctantly tried the metal-heeled stilettos Sandra had insisted on buying me. They were ever so high, and would take some getting used to, but when I looked at my legs in the mirror, I could see that they transformed me. Perhaps a change of image wouldn't be such a bad idea -- and I didn't plan on walking far anyway. Giving my hair a quick brush, I set off to look for some coffee. Katia had beaten me to it, and was sat at the kitchen table, still in her robe, with a cup of steaming coffee. Hello,' she said, pour yourself a cup!' I did so and sat down opposite her. Did you enjoy yourself last night?' she asked, Jimmy is good, isn't he? ' I nodded my agreement, not too sure what she meant by good,' but she was smiling in a way that suggested complicity. We sipped our coffees in comfortable silence for a while. At length, Katia looked at me thoughtfully, and said, When Lucy was whipped, were you excited?' What if I was?' I almost said, but what I actually replied was: I don' t know really -- it's all very new to me.' Then I looked at Katia, saw she was smiling, and asked the question that really fascinated me: Do you actually enjoy being a slave?' Oh yes,' she answered. And even though you are punished, when you've done nothing wrong?' It's what I live for,' she answered simply. I shook my head in mute disbelief, but she was eager to enlarge on the subject. Sandra and Mark are very good to me,' she said, `and Mark is my master.'

As if that explained everything. But it must really hurt to be.......to be whipped?' Yes, it does, but it is the most wonderful feeling also,' she said, I' m excited now, just talking about it.' I was about to ask more, but Sandra came in, also wearing her robe, and went straight to the coffee pot. I'm going shopping as soon as I'm dressed,' she said, would you like to come too, Cindy?' While I sat waiting for my aunt to get ready, my mind did somersaults -- I couldn't stop thinking about what Katia had said, and tried to explore my own reactions to what I had witnessed the night before. I wondered what it was like to be tied up, humiliated, brutally whipped. I had to admit it was a fascinating prospect. I had always regarded myself as a coward, cringing at the thought of a visit to the dentist, but I couldn't rid myself of the image of Lucy -- her look of longing as she was about to be whipped -- and Katia's remark, it's what I live for!' You are looking thoughtful,' said Sandra as she rummaged in her bag for the car-keys, thinking about last night?' Yes,' I admitted. When we've got the groceries, we'll go for a coffee, and talk about it, shall we?' I nodded agreement, though I still didn't have a clue as to my own feelings, just knew that I had undergone an important experience. We had trailed around the supermarket, loaded the goods into Sandra's car, and were sitting in the nice clean coffee bar, watching shoppers scurrying around with their trolleys. You enjoyed Jimmy last night?' Sandra launched right into the heart of the matter. I mumbled a positive response, and she laughed lightly. He's got a lovely prick,' she said, after a quick glance around to check that we weren't overheard. I don't know what came over me,' I said, I'm not at all like that.' I suppose it was seeing Lucy......seeing her being whipped, I mean.' But I'm.......I'm, I mean I've never.........' I gave up, and Sandra reached across the table and took my hand in hers. `You can admit it to me, if you are turned on by our...er, activities, you know. You won't be the first, and the way you wore that dress last night --

I should say there's a side of you nobody has ever seen, including you.' She watched me as her words sunk in. I don't know,' I said finally, there may be something in what you say. Katia fascinates me, and I sense we could become good friends.' Sandra looked as if she had come to a decision, and said, `Look, come with us to meet some other friends this afternoon. I'll have to call and check they'll be home, but I've an idea you could find the meeting advantageous.'

She had said advantageous' -- an odd word to use, I thought, as we toured the dress shops, shoe stores, and ended up buying nothing but a pair of shoes for Sandra, some costume jewelry and perfume, then, when we had almost finished, she insisted on buying me a tiny pleated miniskirt, and two silk blouses. You'll look nice in that this afternoon,' she told me, over my protests at the skirt's brevity. After lunch, I went up and changed. The skirt was almost indecently short, and, when I sat down, I had to cross my legs immediately, before showing my white panties to all and sundry. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror, however, the high heels set off my legs a treat, and I thought perhaps my new look' suited me. Katia disagreed, when I met her in the hallway, telling me I shouldn't wear a bra under the new blouse. Gavin likes to look at my tits,' she said, and you have lovely ones -- much nicer than mine.' I supposed I should have been flattered, but took in the fact that Katia wore a skirt and blouse almost identically to mine -- was it deliberate on Sandra's part? I was unaccountably nervous when we reached the big house on the outskirts of town, and Mark trotted up three wide steps, and rang the doorbell. Gavin, who answered the door, was gorgeous! He was blond -- almost Scandinavian in appearance, and wore black jeans and a Ralph Lauren polo shirt. When he greeted me with a hug and kisses on both cheeks, he carried with him the unmistakable aroma of Monsieur Rochas. As we entered the spacious hallway, a slender, raven-haired woman wearing a fabulous soft leather trouser-suit, hair caught up in a pony-tail, came and was introduced to me as Gavin's wife, Lidia. She had a faint accent - Sandra had told me she was Spanish. We all sat on comfortable chairs in their beautifully appointed lounge, where the coffee pot was awaiting us. I was acutely conscious of my bare legs, hardly any part of which was covered by my skirt, and so, I noticed, was Gavin, who kept looking in my direction. So what are you going to do,' Lidia was asking me. I don't know,' I replied, I shall have to start looking for a job soon. Probably in a store or something.' At that point, I saw a look pass between Lidia and Sandra, and Sandra cleared her throat, then said to me, `Perhaps you would consider coming to work for Lidia and Gavin? They are looking for someone.' ============================================================================

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