Cute Girls

The Armoire Ch. 03

*Chapter 3: The Christmas Party*

Anxiety hangs like a thick fog in my car as I near the house. My last venture up this lane essentially changed my life, at least my perspective on life, and now I feel like I’m entering a kind of twilight zone or maybe another dimension. A three day Christmas party at Sam Darquesied’s bondage ranch… the mind boggles at the implications.

My headlights reflect off several cars parked all around the yard. Not limos or anything too ostentatious but all are top-of-the-line personal cars; fewer than I expected since Sam had said he had sixty or so clients. As I park beside a beautiful metallic blue Jag I notice the personalized license plate on a silver Lexus–”MARDI”.

“Shit.”

Party sounds emanate from the house as I approach; rambunctious chatter mixed with boisterous chortling, occasionally interrupted by bursts of loud, cacophonous laughter. Still with butterflies dancing in my tummy, I rap on the door. Almost instantly it flies open and reveals a beaming Sam Darquesied and I cannot suppress a little giggle at his ridiculous Santa hat.

“Sylvia! I am so glad you made it!” He gives me a huge one armed hug as he hands me a glass of champagne with the other.

“Come in; come in. Here let me take you bag and… oh, we’ll put the present under the tree… you didn’t have to do that, by the way… come on, I’ll introduce everybody.”

He is giddy like a school boy and it doesn’t take long to see why. As he puts my bag on the floor then guides me to the living room I am greeted by the sight of a dozen or so of the most stunning women I have ever seen in one place. All but one are dressed casually in jeans or slacks and I immediately recognize a beautiful, statuesque blonde from her work in television and an equally alluring dark haired Latina from countless movies.

Sam gets everybody’s attention, “Okay everyone… ladies… ladies this is Sylvia. Now I’ll just go around the room…” He walks behind each woman and touches her shoulder as he announces her name, “This leggy blond is Teri… and this fiery little Mexican spitfire is Malsa… oh, and this is Isabella, probably the horniest woman on this planet!”

Everybody laughs and Isabella gives Sam a playful shot in the stomach. Wearing a light summer dress, she is a bewitching, auburn haired woman in her mid thirties, voluptuous and sexy with a mischievous look in her eyes.

“This long haired beauty is Lilly and is every bit as fiery as her mom…” He points to Malsa! Mother AND daughter? This party is already surpassing my expectations… and I just got here!

“… and this long legged goddess is Helen—”

Isabella lightheartedly interrupts, “Hey! How come you didn’t say I’m a goddess?”

Everybody laughs amid a cacophony of demands to be called “goddess.”

Sam continues through the heckling, “I’m sorry, I should have said the horniest GODDESS on the planet!”

I find myself laughing along with them as Isabella fires a cushion at Sam. “Okay… anyway, beside Helen is the red haired, country ‘goddess’ Kendall and to her right is the flaxen haired little devil, the ‘goddess’ Penelope.”

Sam pronounces it “pen - a - lope”, like “antelope” and another cushion is launched at him.

“… and the young Irish beauty beside her is the ‘goddess’ Colleen… and beside her is our own Michelle Pfeiffer twin, the ‘goddess’ Gloria.”

Now he points to the woman sitting near the back wall and, in a more serious tone Sam says, “And, of course, you already know Mardi.”

Mardi glances in my direction and, in her typical “you’re barely worth my time” voice says, “Hello Sylvia.”

“Hello Kristel.”

I match her glare as she chafes at the sound of her real name. I realize everyone here, even Sam, is using a pseudonym of some sort but… screw her!

Looking around Sam says, “Where’s Al?”

Gloria and Colleen point to the kitchen and he excuses himself then heads out of the living room. Television star Teri and movie star Malsa come over to me and we strike up a typical small talk conversation. Within a minute I feel like “one of the girls”.

“I thought there’d be more women here.”

Teri answers, “Well, it’s Christmas and not everybody can get away…”

“And not everybody wants other people to know they come here… not even us.” interrupts Malsa.

Teri continues, “But we wouldn’t miss this for the world! Trust me, Sylvia, next year you won’t want anything for Christmas except the invitation to this party!”

We all laugh and I notice Malsa glancing at ‘Mardi’, “So… what’s up between you and the ice queen?”

I love her reference to Kristel and I know now that she treats people here the same as she does at work. “It’s a long sto…”

Sam interrupts, “Sylvia? This is my sweet lady Alyssa.”

As Alyssa shakes my hand she smiles and almost takes my breath away. She is possibly the single most beautiful young woman I have ever met. She is small, maybe five foot six or so, with very short cropped curly brown hair and the softest green eyes I’ve ever seen. I blush at my instant attraction to another woman but I simply can’t help it. She is in bare feet, wearing form fitting jeans and a simple, thin, white sweater top which does little to conceal the shape of her perfect thirty six Cs. Here face is soft and flawless and her body is tight and trim but not skinny. She must look absolutely marvelous when she’s naked and bound in one of Sam’s rigs.

The unmistakably abrading voice of Kristel snaps me back to reality, “Sam, we need to talk about this some more.”

With an exasperated look Sam escorts ‘Mardi’ to the kitchen. The four of us; Alyssa, Teri, Malsa, and myself, move to seats around a card table and I ask, “What’s that about?”

Malsa shrugs and says, “Not too hard to guess.”

Alyssa, noticing my puzzled look says, “She’s always complaining that things are not intense enough for her. She wants Sammy to do things…”

Teri breaks in, “Probably the bullwhip thing again.”

* * *

Over the past half hour of girl talk I have been bombarded with information on this place and Sam. The girls are sweet and patient with me, answering question after question and, all but Alyssa, sit wide eyed as I relate the story of my first visit. Gloria, Colleen, and the other women became silent and are listening in. All this while, Sam and Kristel have been having a heated discussion in the kitchen.

Malsa, living up to her ’spitfire’ reputation, “I’d have killed the conniving bitch! In fact, we still could!”

The somber mood is broken as everyone chortles at Malsa’s jibe and she adds, “What… you think I was joking?”

The laughter increases and, through my giggling I say, “Well, you could say that she did a terrible thing to me but, after my two days here, you could also argue that she did me a wonderful favour…”

Malsa breaks in, “Ah… kill ‘er anyway!”

We all burst into irrepressible, tearful, snorting laughter and, for the next few minutes, any mention of Kristel includes some sort of dig and we are incapable of containing our side splitting mirth. Suddenly, Alyssa gets up and storms into the kitchen.

We can easily hear her light into Kristel, “This is NOT one of your sessions Mardi, this is a party and you’ve been at Sammy all freakin’ night! Now give it a rest!”

The ice queen retorts, “So you need your little lady to rescue you, huh Darquesied? Who’s in charge here, you or this little bitch?”

“That is ENOUGH!” It’s the first time I ever heard Sam angry.

“I don’t mind listening to your complaints but you’re crossing a line here Mardi. Don’t think for one second that you can ever, EVER, speak about Al that way! And, if you’re asking me to choose, you know there’s no contest.”

There is a protracted silence then Sam continues, “Now we’ll continue our conversation later…AFTER you apologize to Alyssa. You know I haven’t said no but, for now, we need to get back to our other guests.”

Kristel says something we can’t hear then storms out the front; rattling the furniture as she slams the door. With an arm on each other’s shoulder, Sam and Alyssa come into the living room and he says, “Sorry about that girls… I hope that didn’t put a damper on things.”

Teri says, “It’s okay, Sammy… we enjoyed hearing Ally tear a strip off the ice queen.”

There is some uncomfortable laughter then Sam says, “Yeah, I know… she’s my little wolverine… small but dangerous if you get her back up.”

Genuine laughter now as he bends his head to meet Alyssa, on tiptoe, and share a sweet kiss. She looks like a little girl beside Sam who is a big man, and at six three, towers above her by a good six inches.

Sam abruptly excuses himself to go check on Kristel and Alyssa, despite his protestations, accompanies him.

Helen has now taken the empty seat at our card table and I say, to no one in particular, “Sam and Ally seem pretty close.”

Teri explains, “Well, she is his lady.”

It never occurred to me that Sam would have a girlfriend and my puzzled look prompts Teri to continue, “Look, we all love Sammy and he loves us but the two of them are IN love. They’re like soul mates… they’ve been together for over eight years, even before this place. In fact, she helped set it up.”

“Wow! So, he met her when she was just a teenager?”

Teri says, “Hardly… she’s thirty seven.”

My jaw drops and I blurt out, “Thirty seven? Geez! That’s just not fair!”

Everyone laughs knowing I am referring to the fact that it is impossible to believe that this enchanting woman is any older than maybe… twenty five; even that seems high considering she has the body of an eighteen year old. And that smile… it REALLY isn’t fair!

Alyssa and Sam return and Gloria asks, “Is she still here?”

Sam answers, “Oh yeah, she’s outside sitting in her car. She’s pretty upset… crying a bit but, she apologized to Al.”

Malsa jibes, “Oh, poor baby!”

Some uncomfortable giggling then Sam says, “No, no. Look, she feels she needs something that nobody’s been able to give her… I’m not sure that I can either. It’s really troubling her so we need to give her a little break okay?”

He looks directly at me as he says that and I nod okay as the others murmur in reluctant agreement. Then he says, “But that’s tomorrow. What about tonight?”

Isabella shouts, “I know! I know! How about you and Ally do a demonstration like last year?”

Everyone applauds the suggestion and Alyssa’s eyes visibly light up as she says, “oooOOOOooo yes! We can use the new frame!”

Before Sam can say a word, Alyssa squeals excitedly and bolts out the door and, a little exasperated, he says, “Well I guess she’s up for it! Okay, give us a few minutes to setup. I’ll let you know when we’re ready.”

As he turns to leave, Kendall offers her assistance which he accepts and both head for the studio.”

Malsa, speaking to me says, “This’ll be really nice; you’ll see!”

About fifteen minutes pass before Kendall pokes her head in the door and says, “We’re ready.”

Everyone jumps up and eagerly follows Kendall to the barn and, as we pass, I glance at the now empty Lexus. We walk through to the rear section of the studio and are greeted by the most delightful sight. Alyssa is hanging, naked and spread, on a heavy wooden frame and, I was right before… she looks spectacular! The frame is made of solid timbers, maybe eight inches square and about six feet high. It is the shape of a capital H and Alyssa’s thighs are securely bound to the cross member with several coils of rope, holding the small of her back against the beam. Her ankles are secured to the uprights about two feet off the ground which spreads her very wide and forms the letter M with her legs and torso. Alyssa’s arms are tied to the tops of the vertical beams and her hands hang in such a way that I am reminded of the “crane’ pose in Karate Kid. The vision of her is terribly erotic and I close my legs in response to an abrupt burst of wetness.

We all move to join an already seated Kristel on a folding set of bleacher type seats across from the frame and, as my hand instinctively slides between my legs; I ask Teri, “Is he going to gag her?”

“Probably not… usually he would but I think he wants us to be able to hear her clearly.”

“GAWD… she looks hot up there, doesn’t she?” Isabella’s tone is one of true admiration and, obviously not a slave to protocol, spreads her knees a bit, slides her hand under her dress, and begins to slowly rub. A quick glance around reveals that all, even Kristel, have one or more hands strategically planted between their legs. Kendall now hands Sam a new horse hair flogger and joins us on the bleachers. He moves in and gives her a kiss then backs away as Ally smiles, closes her eyes, and lays her head back.

Sam, windmilling the flogger, strikes her first on the arch of her right foot… “Swack!” It causes her to jerk and gasp and she squeaks out, “OOOO!”

“Swack — Swack — Swack — Swack — Swack…” He rapidly walks the whip up her leg, from her foot to her knee then up her thigh almost, but not quite, to her already dripping vagina. Without missing a beat he reverses the direction of the windmill and repeats on her left leg, again from her foot to just short of her labia. Her arms are not stretched completely which allows her to writhe from the waist up and the movement causes her magnificent boobs to bounce and jiggle. She is already panting and gasping for air and shaking her head wildly back and forth. “MMMMnah…MMMMMMMnah…”

I cannot keep myself from rubbing my hand hard into the crotch of my jeans as Sam, giving Ally not a fraction of a second respite, moves the whip horizontally to her abdomen then her tummy, up to just below her breasts. He skips over her boobs to her upper chest, her sides and armpits, then walks the whip up her arms. Despite her writhing Alyssa flattens her palm and Sam continues right out to her fingertips then quickly back to her chest then up the other arm. If there was paint on the flogger all but her boobs and pussy would be evenly coated. It is a magnificent sight to see him take the love of his life to her edge and I am sure I am not the only one that would give almost anything to be hanging in her place.

She is writhing and pulling hard on the restraints but the only sound she makes is the “MMMMnah” between gasps. This changes to “Ohhhhh GAWD!” as Sam, windmilling in an upward motion, begins to whip the underside of her breasts. “Swack — Swack — Swack — Swack — Swack…” He quickly reverses the windmill and lashes the top of her bouncing boobs. “OHGAWD-OHHHHHGAWWWWWD!”

He lingers on her breasts then rapidly walks the whip down, again changes to an upward swing and smacks her hard between her wide spread butt cheeks. Through clenched teeth she squeals, “OHHHHHHHHGEEEEEEEZZZZZ!”

I am rubbing hard enough now to start a fire then I hear a whisper in my ear, “Here sweetie, why don’t you let me do that for you.”

Kendall has moved beside me and pulls my hand out, replacing it with her own. She looks into my eyes to assuage my embarrassment at this unexpected intimacy and begins to rub. Her touch is exquisite and I make no effort to stop her as we both turn our attention back to the frame.

Sam is now moving the whip up and is laying it from Alyssa’s perineum, across and between her outstretched labia, and just skimming her clit. He is playing her body like a virtuoso plays a piano; milking the instrument of every last note. “Swack — Swack — Swack — Swack — Swack…” Then suddenly…

“Oh SAMMY… OHHH SAMMYYY…CHICAGO… CHICAGO!

I climax instantly as Kendall rubs faster and harder. Sam moves into Alyssa and grabs the back of her head pulling her face to his. Somehow he keeps up the whipping. Breathlessly Alyssa pants, “CHICAGO-CHICAGO-CHICAGO…” Kendall continues watching them as I begin to hump against her hand.

Alyssa’s forehead is pressed hard into Sammy’s and she is whispering something we cannot hear. Sam abruptly drops the whip, puts his palm flat between her legs, presses his thigh against the back of his hand, and slowly rubs. As her ecstasy begins to ebb she lets out a mournful, “OHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh…”

There are several “Ohhhhhhhs” from the bleachers, including my own as Kendall begins to slow and soften her rubbing. She finally stops, leans in and gives me a little kiss, and says, “It’s always nicer if someone does it for you.”

A little winded, I nod in agreement as she gets up to assist Sam and Alyssa. Suddenly everyone in the bleachers begins to applaud. It is an experience I will never forget.

* * *

We all pile back into the house and Kristel immediately goes upstairs. About fifteen minutes later Sam and Alyssa return, both freshly showered and in bathrobes. “Listen ladies, we’re going to hit the sack now but you know the house is yours. Most already have your stuff in your rooms but four of you are going to have to double up. Do you mind if I let you sort that out yourselves?”

Everyone agreed it was not a problem and we all said goodnight to them then watched Sam lead Ally up the stairs. The rest of us chatter and gossip for another hour or so then Kendall asks me, “You want to share a bunk tonight Syl?”

“Country goddess ” Kendall is exactly that. Tall and fit, muscular but not muscle bound. Her long, pale red hair is set in a French braid and she wears jeans and a denim button shirt. I learned earlier that she lives around here somewhere and is the one who looks after the horses for Sam. He pays her a generous salary and, as a bonus, she receives an occasional session at no charge. Not a bad job really.

We all say our goodnights and amble up to our rooms, smiling as we hear Alyssa’s soft moans from behind their bedroom door. Kendall and I have a large, well appointed room with a wonderfully soft queen size bed as well as a couple of large cushy chairs. My back is toward her as I unpack and I inquire, “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure… go for it.”

I continue, “Are you… Bi?”

She chuckles a little then says, “Only with Sammy sometimes. Other than that I am a full blown, card carrying lesbian.”

I continue to unpack but I am a little surprised, “Only with Sam… why… does he make you do things at your sessions?”

“No, no, no! It’s just that… you know… sometimes during a session we’re both there, horny as hell, and he does it so nice…”

I can’t help but wonder about Alyssa, “How does Ally deal with that kind of thing?”

Kendall answers, “She’s wonderful about it. She loves Sammy completely and understands that the women here are going to want some physical intimacy… I mean, you know what it was like at your session. Didn’t you feel like you were going to explode if he didn’t make love to you? Especially the ‘perfect slave’ thing! Anyway… Alyssa is very understanding about it and we all love her for that.”

I don’t respond to her question but I muse, “I can’t picture Kristel doing ‘perfect slave’.”

Kendall says, “You mean Mardi? No, as far as I know she never has. Not that she wouldn’t enjoy it but she refuses to call Sam ‘My Master’.”

Still with my back to her, I undress down to my skivvies then I turn and am startled to see her standing in front of me stark naked and holding a few lengths of rope in her hand; she is, quite simply, gorgeous.

Her luscious blue eyes gaze into mine as she says, “It’s entirely up to you, of course, but… I’m not really that tired yet.”

We stand there silent for a few moments then I slowly strip off my bra and panties and lie on the covers in the middle of the bed. Kendall kneels on my left, leans over me and begins to secure my right wrist to the bedpost. Her position has her breast millimeters away from my face and, almost as a reflex; I reach up and kiss her nipple.

She moans softly, “mmmmmmm…” then, as she moves to secure my other wrist she tenderly kisses me and whispers, “We’re going to have such a wonderful night.”

Even from where they were against the X-frames, Laura could see the tears on both faces. That paddle obviously hurt. However, Laura could also see that it had other effects. Paul had an obvious bulge in the front of his briefs and a damp spot had formed in the center of Ashley’s panties. Laura found she was getting excited from the display too.

The members in the front of the lines now lifted two wooden paddles. At a signal both were driven with intense force against the helpless bottoms before them. Again this was repeated seventeen more times for each pledge. Then finally the straps were raised and brought down against the defenseless pledges. The strap didn’t make as much noise as the paddles but judging by the reactions of the two tied to the benches the pain was even greater.

Laura had been thinking that she was glad she hadn’t been selected to be first but as each member proceeded to deliver the final blow, she began to reconsider. She now realized that the excitement of watching the other two being punished already had her pants soaking. When she was fastened to the bench it would become obvious for all to see.

As the last blow was delivered, Tom stepped forward. “These have been tested and not found wanting. Remove them and bring the next.”

Ashley and Paul were now released and taken to the X-frames to take their places as Laura and James were led forward and tied down to the spanking benches. Both Ashley and Paul had tears streaming down their faces but neither had called a safe word. And both had definitely been very much turned on by the experience. Laura wondered if she would be able to take her test as well.

She soon found out. The first paddles fell with John delivering a terrific swat to her ass. She cried out and her ass felt like he had touched it with a red hot iron. But she also noticed a new flood of moisture between her legs. As the remaining blows fell Laura found that she could take it and, although she too was crying, she was also becoming more and more aroused.

Before she completely realized it, it was over. The strap had hurt worse than either paddle and left hot bands of fire across her bottom. But, as she was released and taken back to the X-frame to replace Carol Anne, she realized that she had actually come during the last few blows.

The entire process repeated itself with Rick and Carol Anne suffering their fifty-four swats much as the others had.

Tom now intoned in the deep, slightly eerie voice, “I think all pledges have demonstrated a true desire for membership. They now must be educated and further tested. And if they pass than we shall welcome them as brothers and sisters.” This was too much for him and he broke up laughing. “Well, maybe not exactly like brothers and sisters.” With this everyone was laughing.

When they had settled down again Kelly spoke. “We would now like to provide a demonstration for our prospective members. So if a couple of you will help me escort them to the North room we can get things started.”

A couple of people helped release the pledges from their bondage, but then fastened their hands together in front of them again. And once more the blindfolds went on. They were led out of a door, across a hall, and through another door. Laura felt herself being positioned with her back to a wall. The other pledges were near her on either side. Someone took her hands and fastened the wrist cuffs to the cuffs of the person next to her. This was repeated with her ankles. Her hands (and those attached to her) were raised above her head and fastened to rings in the wall about two feet apart. The same was done with her ankles so that she was spread across the wall. She didn’t know whose, but the legs touching hers on either side were definitely male! Suddenly she felt something which seemed attached to the wall at one end being raised between her legs. A rounded surface, much like a two inch pipe, was raised until it pressed into her crotch. It wasn’t cold like metal and Laura guessed that it was probably plastic. The pipe, if that’s what it was, was raised and locked into place. It was not so high that she had to stand on tip toe, but it was high enough that if she stood completely flat footed it would press hard into her softest spot.

The blindfolds were removed and Laura saw that it was, indeed, a piece of two inch plastic pipe about ten inches long, anchored to the wall at one end. She saw that she was between James and Paul. The other pledges were similarity bound alternating boy-girl. Each had a pipe pressed hard between their legs. The stimulus effect was not lost. Each man had a hard bulge in his briefs and Laura could actually smell the arousal of the girls.

Looking around the room, Laura discovered two of the X-frames directly in front of the pledges about ten feet away. These were lighted with spots while the rest of the room was covered in shadows from the flickering candles. There were only four members in the room: two men and two women. Both men and women wore brief leather shorts. The leather was the soft, thin kind and clung like a second skin. The women also had a brief halter top of the same material. If fit so closely that Laura could see their nipples pressing against it. One of the women, Kelly, turned towards them. She said, “Having been through the same thing, I know that your asses are probably still on fire. But I also know that you are probably turned on and getting more horny by the minute. Too bad. No relief yet. But we did want to show you an example of some of the things we do here. So we have found two … volunteers …. to help in the demonstration. Please bring them in.”

The other members went through a side door and returned with a man and a woman. Each had a black cloth sack over his or her head with only a cutout to allow easy breathing. They wore cuffs on their wrists and ankles. Otherwise they were completely naked. Although Laura knew they must be members, she found without the clues of hair or eye color, she couldn’t identify them.The two were led over to the X-frames and tightly bound facing the frames, their backs to the pledges.

“Thank you,” Kelly said. “We will now provide a small demonstration.” The other woman and one of the men moved to one side of the room.

Kelly walked over to a wall cabinet and picked up something. She returned through the shadows and handed one of the two objects she had to the man. She then turned toward the pledges, stepped into the light, and held up the object which turned out to be a cat with a sixteen inch handle and nine leather tails, each about thirty inches long. She swung the whip through the air making a swishing sound. Laura noticed that both of the bound victims cringed at the sound but that their breathing also became somewhat faster.

Kelly and the male member stepped forward and at a nod from Kelly swung their cats to land intensely hard blows across the bare asses of the two before them. Two sets of narrow red lines appeared as the two strained against their bonds to pull away. Kelly continued to whip the man while her partner - Michael, it was - rained blows on the helpless woman. The blows were repeated until a total of fifteen lashes had been delivered. They then switched targets landing ten blows on each back and on the backs of their legs.

The couple were jerking with each blow and crying out as the lashes struck. When Kelly and her partner stopped, the pledges first thought the demonstration was over. However, the pause was just to let Kelly and the man release the victims, turn them around and refasten them to the X-frames facing the pledges. The man now sported a swollen hardon and Laura could see moisture running down the woman’s legs. Kelly and Michael then proceeded to deliver another fifteen blows across the victims chests. Laura couldn’t believe it when the red welts began to appear right across the girl’s breasts. Once she saw a tail land directly on a nipple and the girl gave a sharp cry but did not call a stop. Another ten blows - not as hard as the previous ones - were then delivered directly to the genitals.

When Kelly stopped again, Laura thought that surely this was the end. However, she noticed that the victims were constantly squirming and appeared to be very turned on. The man then released the male victim from the cross and brought him forward to a point directly in front of the pledges about six feet away. A bar about two feet long and attached to a chain was lowered from the ceiling. The man’s wrists were fastened to either end. He legs were spread about two feet apart and fastened to rings in the floor. He was standing side on to the pledges and they could clearly see his hard member jutting straight out.

Laura looked frankly at the man. His body was covered with a set of fine red welts and a layer of light sweat. The ordeal had obviously excited him because his cock stuck out, rock hard, a good seven or eight inches. The girl was then released from the X-frame and brought over to face the man. Her wrists were fastened to the bar with his. One of her ankles was attached to his. Then Laura could hardly believe her eyes. Kelly took the man’s cock in her hand and worked it into the girl’s pussy. She then fastened the girl’s other ankle to the man’s and then placed straps around their waists and each thigh so the couple would stay joined.

Kelly turned to the pledges. “They will now stay coupled while we use the cats on them until both come. If we think they come too soon we’ll continue to use the cats anyway.

With this she swung the cat very hard into the man’s ass as her assistant did the same for the girl. This continued with the two of them walking around to deliver blows to both of the victims. It was also very noticeable that the couple was very sexually excited and humped against each other as best they could. After several minutes had passed the bound couple was on the verge of coming, their breath coming fast and hard and the blows from the cat seeming only to excite them more. Finally they seemed to explode together in orgasm and Kelly and her friend put down the cats.

As the couple calmed down, Kelly released them. When they were finally free, they reached up and removed the sacks from their faces. Tom and Barb! Laura and the other pledges were astounded! Still the couple, although covered in red welts, looked like they had really enjoyed the experience.

Tom and Barb looked at the astonished looks on the pledges’ faces and Barb said, “To use an old phrase, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Tom said, “It’s getting rather late and we have a lot planned for you tomorrow. Besides I think you probably have enough to think about tonight. We’ve set aside two rooms for you tonight, one on the second and one on the third floor. Each floor has a common bath, but since this is your first night we’re putting the men on third and the women on second.” He turned to Kelly and Barb. “If you ladies would help these three new pledges shower and put them to bed, Michael and I will do the same for the three men.”

Laura noticed that neither Barb nor Tom seemed in the least self-conscious even though they were both completely naked and covered with red lines from the whipping. The club definitely seemed to be a relaxed and comfortable group!

Kelly and Barb unfastened the cuffs from the three girls, but replaced the wrist cuffs with nylon Velcro straps, binding their hands in front again. Then, carrying the leather cuffs with them, they led the girls upstairs to the second floor. They entered a room off the hall which turned out to be the common bath Tom had mentioned. Some bath! There was a large whirlpool tub in one corner, several toilet stalls, a couple of urinal stalls!, several sinks, and a tiled shower area that looked big enough to hold a dance. There were a couple of smaller showers which could be closed off privately, but Barb and Kelly led the girls toward the large area. “You can go use the toilets first,” Kelly said, “and then come back for a shower. I’m sure you need one by now.”

Ashley held up her bound wrists. “You can manage,” Barb said. “We don’t want you playing with yourselves just yet.”

When the three girls returned, Kelly had stripped off her clothes. “We need to get you three out of those things,” she said. They will definitely need washing before you want to use them again.” She and Barb helped the three girls to shed the underwear and then herded them into the shower where they proceeded to scrub them down.

When they were finished in the shower, Barb and Kelly gave the young women large, fluffy towels and helped them to dry themselves. They collected the towels and began to lead the women, now totally nude, out the door. When the pledges appeared to hesitate, Barb said, “Don’t worry. There aren’t any men out there right now. And you’ll soon discover there isn’t a lot of use for nightwear at the club.”

They were led across the hall and into a room containing four beds. Barb and Kelly removed the Velcro straps. They then picked up the leather cuffs and started to reattach them to wrists and ankles. Kelly said, “I know you are all incredibly horny, but we’re not going to have you bringing yourselves off all night. I also suspect your rear ends are still a little sore so please lie face down on the beds.”

The three pledges complied and Barb and Kelly quickly attached the cuffs with short cords to the four corners of each bed. Laura noticed that Barb and Kelly seemed to “accidently” brush their hands across the sides of her breasts, her sides, and her legs as they worked. From some of the gasps of the other two pledges Laura gathered they were doing the same to them. The girls were spreadeagle but not stretched tightly. The room was warm but a light sheet was placed over each girl. Barb said, “I’m sure you will eventually forget how turned on you are and get to sleep. One of our hard and fast rules is that no one is ever left alone while they are bound, so Kelly will be spending the night in here with you. ”

Kelly said, “That’s right. And I’m sure that all that’s happened to you - and also watching Barb and Tom get worked over - has probably made you incredibly horny. I know it has me. But I guess you will just to wait and be a little frustrated.” Then picking up a vibrator and turning it on she said, “But I, on the other hand, won’t have to.”

Then, with a decidedly teasing tone, Barb said, “As for me, I’m going to go spend most of the night with Tom between my legs. Goodnight” Then she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Kelly turned off the lights and lay down on her bed and soon the sound of the vibrator was joined by moans and cries of pleasure.

The three pledges moaned in frustration and tried to get enough friction with the bed to satisfy themselves, but the way they were tied prevented that. Eventually sometime after the sounds of Kelly’s climax had died away they fell asleep.

Twice more during the night Laura was aware of sounds of pleasure coming from Kelly’s bed. Sometime after the last time all the girls realized they were awake but had no idea what time it was. They couldn’t even tell if it was near dawn because of the blacked-out windows. Finally Ashley spoke. “Well, I guess we are all awake. Tell me, what do you to think about this place?”

Laura spoke almost without thinking. “I love it! I can’t believe how many new things I learned that sound exciting. I think I’ve been wet ever since I got here. I just wish we could get in on a little more of the action.”

Carol Anne added, “Amen! I’m still amazed how much the spanking turned me on. Not to mention that session with Barb and Tom. I don’t think I’ve ever been this aroused.”

“Well,” Ashley said, “I hope they will get on with it.”

The girls had been talking very quietly thinking Kelly was still asleep, but just then she said, “OK. I see you three are getting restless.” She got up and released each girl’s cuffs from the bed. “Leave the cuffs on for now. We’re just going to take a quick trip to the bathroom.”

The three had not gotten used to walking around nude and were happy to see no one else was around. Kelly allowed then to relieve themselves and then led them back to the room. “Now I think we have time for some fun before breakfast. I see your bottoms seem to have recovered so lie back down on your backs.”

Laura hadn’t thought about her sore ass and now realized that it didn’t seem so sore after all. That was really surprising considering that last night it had felt totally shredded. She looked over her shoulder and at the other two girls and discovered that there were almost no marks remaining.

The three lay down on their backs and Kelly again fastened them spread eagled, but this time a little tighter. “I think I need some help. I’ll be right back.” With this Kelly left the room and Laura could hear her knock on a door across the hall. After several minutes Kelly returned along with Janet and Lori, Paul’s sponsor.

“We thought we should begin your day by bringing a smile to your faces,” said Kelly.

“Yes,” Lori added, “There’s nothing like a good laugh to start the day.” With that the three brought out long feathers they had been hiding behind their backs. Laura gasped. It was obvious what was coming. The three approached the bound pledges and began a slow tickling, running the feathers all over their bodies. For about fifteen minutes - which seemed liked fifteen hours to the three pledges - Lori, Janet, and Kelly teased and stimulated every square inch of exposed skin. And there was an awful lot of exposed skin!

Constant shrieks of hysterical laughter filled the room and probably the rest of the house as well. But the constant tickling had another effect. There were now six very hard nipples and three dripping pussies. Finally, at a nod from Kelly, all three began to concentrate on the helpless girls’ breasts and clits, slowly drawing the feathers softly across again and again. First Carol Anne, who had seemed the most ticklish, came with a loud, long cry. This pushed Laura and Ashley over the edge into their own intense orgasms.

As they calmed down and the three members released them from their cuffs, Laura realized that she had not once stopped to be embarrassed by the fact that she was completely naked and spread wide for everyone to see. “I must really be getting into this,” she thought.

The pledges were allowed to return to the bathroom and take a quick shower. As they were drying off, Kelly handed each of them another set of underwear identical to what they had worn the night before. But she also had a short terry robe for each. While every one dressed - the three members in shorts and sweatshirts and the three pledges in the underwear and robes - Kelly explained that they wouldn’t have to eat breakfast in just what they were wearing. “We don’t have any problem with even complete nudity around here,” she said. “But in general everyone dresses when we’re downstairs. The are exceptions, of course. It is not totally unknown for there to be an orgy in the TV room. But you’ll soon realize that you can’t spend all your time involved in kinky sex. It’s much easier, for example, to maintain our grade point if the study isn’t full of naked hunks. Dress is always casual, but pledges are only allowed the robes. Now let’s go downstairs. I expect most everyone is up. If not, they will be soon after the noise you three made.”

As soon as the man finished milking his spent cock into her mouth, the first cock was stuffed back in, presumably to keep her quiet. In the meantime, the man fucking her had increased his pace, continuing to pinch and pull at her sore, tender nipples. Finally, he came, pulling on both nipples as he drove deep into her pelvis, unloading his tension. And then he pulled out.

Joanne was left kneeling, sucking a cock. She then felt delicate hands grab her right hand and bring it up to a moist pussy. Joanne had never felt a woman’s cunt, other than her own. And even with her own, she was uncomfortable touching herself. Joanne, knowing what felt good for herself, began to lightly circle this woman’s clitoris with her index finger, allowing her other three fingers to press lightly into the woman’s pussy. She was wet, and her lips felt very swollen. Joanne was encouraged that she could bring this woman to orgasm. Her left hand was guided to another cock. Bigger than the first two!

“I want to cum in your mouth!” the owner of the huge cock commanded.

Now Joanne truly felt challenged. Trying to establish a rhythm with the cock in her hand, while at the same time lightly stroking the clit and pussy in her right hand. Not to mention the cock her mouth. And to make matters worse, another member was now climbing behind her…oh God, here we go again Joanne thought.

This time, the man behind Joanne, grabbed the sides of her head and began to push and pull her head on the cock in her mouth, forcing her to suck this cock deeper into her throat than she wanted…at one point pushing so hard as to mash her face against the pubic bone of the man she was now deep throating. At the same time, the man controlling her head began to work his cock into her ass. Oh, not again! Joanne moaned loudly, her protests, but to no avail.

Soon, she had a cock buried deep in her throat, another buried deep in her ass, a giant cock in her left hand, and a sopping pussy in her right hand. These people were amazing…how much did they think she could take, Joanne wondered. As Joanne worried about her own state, the cock in her mouth suddenly erupted, spewing its liquid deep into her throat, nearly choking Joanne. She was not expecting this cock to cum. But, with relief, the cock was withdrawn from her mouth and Joanne had a chance to recover, gasping for air and letting her head hang down. She now concentrated on the other three members attached to her body.

“When you are finished slave, you will be punished” whispered the master.

“Wh-wh-why? What have a done wrong?” Joanne was shocked…not again…she didn’t want the whip any more. “You failed to recognize your own husband’s cock!” Oh my God, it was John who had cum down her throat!!!

Joanne’s mind was in a whirl. John was the last person she had expected to see. The thoughts raced through her head; why was he here? Had he come to rescue her? Did she actually want to be rescued? Earlier, the master had said that if she had identified John correctly, she would have the choice to continue or not. Even if she had of identified him, she was now unsure of the decision that she would have made. She had to admit to herself that, although her whole body ached and she still felt pain from her cramped muscles, the day’s experiences had taught her many things about her own body and how to give pleasure. She realised, with some surprise, that she was actually fulfilling her darkest submissive fantasies.

Joanne’s thoughts were broken and she was snapped out of her reverie suddenly as two masters picked up her limp, exhausted body. With a sigh of defeat, Joanne realised that she was once again being carried towards the punishment table. Her ass still smarted from the last punishment and she was sure that there must have been red welts over her buttocks and upper legs. This time however, a familiar face awaited her at the table.

With some surprise, Joanne felt herself being positioned on her back. John looked deep into her eyes as he moved both her arms above her head and held them securely. This position had the effect of stretching her out and pulling her breasts upwards. As her husband held her hands firmly, she saw another master approach. Again she heard the now familiar swish as the crop sliced through the air. As she felt the sting of the crop land on her bare breast, John lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her deeply having the effect of stifling her scream. As their tongues entwined, Joanne’s body jolted every time the crop hit her sore distended nipples. The pain in her breasts was fierce, but she could also feel an underlying heat building throughout her body. Her thighs rubbed together, her toes curled with every stroke of the crop. She was sobbing into her husbands mouth as, after 6 strokes across her breasts, the punishment was finally over.

John held his sobbing wife in his arms as he comforted her. They had still not said a word to each other. Joanne could feel her swollen nipples brush against the coarse hair on his chest as he held her, causing the buds to stiffen further and creating more pain. A mistress’ voice rang out “The slave must be cleansed before the initiation is complete”

Joanne felt herself being led away from the familiar feel of her husband, as May and another pretty Asian looking girl took her wrists and pulled her gently into another room.

Joanne was led into a large bathroom. In the corner was a tiled area with 4 showerheads pointing towards the centre. She could feel the dried cum and female juice covering her body and realised what a sight she must look. The 3 girls stepped into the shower and Joanne luxuriated in the warm flow of water as it cascaded over her abused body. May and her companion Julie, thoroughly washed the exhausted Joanne. They rinsed the dried cum from her face and hair, and gently bathed her swollen, abused breasts. Joanne just leaned back against the wall of the cubicle as sponges with fragrant soaps were applied to her still open pussy and ass as they washed away all traces of semen and feminine fluid. As they all stepped from the shower, Joanne could see herself in the full length mirror as May and Julie proceeded to towel her. The masters had been careful with her chastisements; although she could see small red welts across her tits, the had taken heed not to break the skin and thus to avoid scarring.

Once dry, Joanne was led back into the main room. She saw to her astonishment that a large bed had been placed in the centre of the room and at the foot of the bed a video camera on a tripod had been assembled.

As she walked towards the centre of the room, she was met by the smiling face of her husband John. He spoke for the first time.

“Hello my sweet Joanne” he breathed “I suppose you are due an explanation”

Joanne merely stared meekly into his eyes as he continued.

“I have been a member of the Ambassador club for some time now. Until recently I was unaware of your submissive needs…until the day I checked your computer. I am so pleased that you have these feelings, as now I, and all our members, can fulfill your fantasies and our own. When you leave this place you will be completely submissive and we will be able to live out our lives as master and slave together. But before you leave there is the final part of your initiation….”

John’s voice trailed off as he stepped away from his wife. May and June again stepped forward and led Joanne onto the bed as a mistress approached her.

“Slave Joanne.” she stated “what you see before you is a live Internet link-up. Our associate members around the world will now have a chance to see our new slave in all her glory.”

As the mistress finished her short speech she flicked a switch on the video camera. As the camera whirred into life, the room lights went dim and a spotlight illuminated the bed and its single occupant. Slow soul music could now be heard from an expensive looking system as the mistress began giving Joanne her instructions. “Kneel up on the bed slave, let the camera see your breasts…. squeeze them together…play with them”.

Joanne now understood what was expected of her as she climbed to her knees and faced the camera. Carefully, so as not to cause herself too much pain, she cupped the underside of her breasts in each hand and lifted them. She squeezed them together as instructed, remembering that not so long ago a hard cock had been ploughed between them. Very gently she ran her fingers over her sore nipples, the little buds once again stiffening and standing out proud from her body.

“Pinch them harder….we want to see how much they hurt.”

Joanne swallowed, her throat dry and coarse. Closing her eyes and expecting the pain she closed her finger and thumb over her lift nipple and squeezed. The pain shot through her body like an electric shock. Wave after wave pulsated through her body as ,once again, she felt that now familiar warmth start to tingle through her breasts and spread over her body.

Joanne’s nipples had never felt so sensitive in her life. She looked down at the in her hands, they were a crimson red colour now standing out nearly an inch from her breasts. Every time she touched them they throbbed almost visibly, but now with a sensual heat rather than the earlier electrifying pain.

Joanne felt the bed move slightly as if more weight was upon it. She looked around and saw that two masters had now joined her. They were also completely naked, their hard erections standing proud. Joanne was still kneeling as the first man took a standing position in front of her. She could see the large bulbous head of his cock swing menacingly in front of her eyes. Gently at first his hands were in her hair, stroking and slowly guiding. Then more insistently as she felt his manhood pressed against her lips. Joanne had no need for instruction now as she gladly opened her mouth, parting her lips and taking the cock straight into her throat. The head felt velvety and soft as it slid over her tongue towards its goal. She hardly felt any gag reaction now as the head and then the thick shaft slowly entered her abused throat. The masters hands were still in her hair as he began a slow but deep thrusting motion as he fucked deep into Joanne’s helpless but accepting oral orifice.

Joanne was so intent on pleasing the master in her throat, that she had nearly forgotten about the other man on the bed with them. Her attentions were brought back sharply as, once again she felt hands on her butt cheeks, spreading them, probing the valley with strong fingers. As the fingers reached ever lower and lightly grazed her clitoris, Joanne gave an involuntary shudder as yet another orgasm spread through her body. She moaned deeply against the cock in her throat, the vibration causing it to swell and then erupt into her mouth. As the master at her face wiped his cock on her face, he climbed off the bed. Joanne again saw the camera whirring and was reminded that her actions were being broadcast around the world. Joanne felt a little ashamed but then more and more excited as her latent exhibitionist instincts came to the fore.

Again, she felt weight on the bed as yet another man replaced the first at her face. Without so much as a thought, Joanne opened her lips wide to accept the engorged penis before her. Her change in personality had been gradual but effective. She pushed forward with her mouth as the penis slid over her tongue and then pushed back with her hips so as to feel the fingers in her pussy probe deeper into her body. The transformation from wife and mother to complete submissive was now almost complete.

She heard the mistress’ voice as another instruction was issued.

“Present your ass slave”

Again, virtually without a thought, Joanne willingly spread her knees wide and lifted her ass into the air. She shuddered into yet another shattering orgasm as she felt a tongue dip into her open nether hole, bathing her, licking the tender skin. As the second penis spewed forth its contents into her mouth, Joanne greedily swallowed and encouraged yet another man to take his place. As another cock slid easily into her throat she felt the sharp pain in her rectum as she was entered. The pain was now not nearly as bad as before and quickly dissolved into a delicious, sensual, hot sensation as she felt the invader push deeper into her anal cavity.

Cock after cock was pushed into her throat. She was fucked and ass fucked several more times, and presented with pussy after pussy to eat before each master and mistress in the room had used her. They had used her breasts, her fingers, her feet and toes again. Her body was once again awash with male and female fluid as she finally slipped into a wonderful state of unconsciousness.

She awoke a short while later, sore and exhausted. Her transition was complete. She was now her husband’s slave to do with as he pleased and she could not have been happier about it. As she opened her eyes she saw the smiling loving face of her husband and now master.

“Congratulations my sweet Joanne. The initiation is over. You are now completely mine in every sense”

The End

“Happy Anniversary Baby - did you enjoy your present??” He said.

“Yes, it was happy, wasn’t it!!” She giggled , and lowered her eyes, in mock modesty…”and my present was…was…tooooo good! I do love you darling! Was I a good Mistress?”

In the midst of his fast approaching sleep he smiled, nodded and held her tightly to him. “oh yes…as always…pet!

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