The Birthday Gift: Part One (Friday Night 11:00 pm)
Josephine Eileen Ross stood jauntily in the entrance to the
crowded nightclub, her right hand on her hip -- a tall,
stunningly attractive woman. She wore a black, velvet decollete
evening dress with a high fan collar that accentuated her ample
cleavage and slim, hour-glass figure. Her full lips matched the
color of her long, curved red fingernails, and she had on black
silk stockings and high-heeled stiletto opera pumps. Her long
black hair danced on her shoulders. For jewelry, Josie wore a set
of gold hoop earrings and an intricate platinum choker. Josie
looked at her image in the foyer mirror and smiled confidently.
She was dressed to kill, and she knew it.
After waiting a few minutes, Josie saw an empty seat at the
main bar and took it. The bartender, a young curly-haired girl,
saw her and came up. "What can I get you, miss?"
Josie thought for a moment. "I'd like a martini -- very dry."
After she ordered, Josie took out a pack of Virginia Slims
from her purse and pulled out a long white cigarette.
The bartender brought her drink over, set it down, and held
up a lighter. "Here, I'll get that."
Josie held the cigarette to her lips as the other woman lit
it for her. Josie inhaled deeply, her breasts rising. She
expelled a thin stream of blue smoke toward the ceiling and smiled
at the girl. "Thank you," she said.
The bartender smiled back. "You're welcome."
Josie crossed her legs, sipped her drink and took a long,
luxurious drag on her cigarette. Her left hand slipped subtly
beneath the folds of her dress, and her fingers felt along her
thigh. Halfway up, connected to a thick elastic strap, was a
clamshell case containing various accoutrements. Satisfied that
it was secure, Josie removed her hand and took out a photograph
from her purse. It was a shot of two women, a blonde and a
brunette. The brunette was her employer; it was the blonde that
Josie sought tonight, a sloe-eyed, large-breasted girl named
Patricia Ortiz.
Josie took another drag on her cigarette and scanned the
mirror in front of her, looking at the crowd. It was a Friday
night, and the room was dense with people. Almost all were women,
which wasn't surprising for a lesbian nightclub. There were
several gorgeous women out on the dance floor. As Josie watched,
she felt a familiar warmth swelling up within her. As she
strained over to get a better look, she noticed a young girl
sitting at the opposite end of the bar, wearing a tight blue
leotard top and white faille wraparound skirt. It was Patricia.
She had already decided her strategy. She finished her drink
and cigarette, and the bartender, who kept giving Josie discrete
glances, came over immediately. "Can I get you another one?" she
asked.
"Yes, please," Josie said, "and do me a favor."
The bartender smiled. "I'd love to."
"Do you see that woman over there?", Josie pointed to
Patricia. "Give her another drink with my compliments."
The girl nodded. "You mean Trish? Sure."
Josie took out another cigarette, along with a long ebony
cigarette holder. She carefully inserted the cigarette into the
holder and lit it. "Tell her it's from me."
"Okay," the bartender told her, "but I have to warn you,
Trish is into some very heavy scenes."
"That's what I was hoping," Josie said, her eyes sparkling.
The bartender looked surprised, but said nothing.
Josie watched as the bartender took a scotch on the rocks
over to Patricia and set it down in front of her, discreetly
pointing over to Josie. Patricia looked over, smiling. Josie
returned the smile, nodded and took a long drag on her cigarette
holder. She was beginning to get a kick out of this, and her
heart began to race when Patricia stood up, drink in hand, and
sidle through the crowd. It took her a few moments, but finally
she was there, standing before Josie.
"Hello," she said. "Thanks for the drink."
"My pleasure," Josie said. "I couldn't help but notice you
over there -- you're a very attractive woman."
Patricia looked a little startled. "Are you always this
forward?"
Josie finished her cigarette. "I am tonight."
Patricia smiled again. "Why don't we find a quiet corner
somewhere?" She offered her hand, and Josie took it, slipping off
the barstool, her metal-tipped stilettos clacking on the floor.
They found a dimly-lit table on a dais overlooking the dance
floor and sat down side by side. Josie lit the candle in the
middle of the table and pulled it over so she could see Patricia
better. As she did so, Josie noticed the other woman's nipples,
erect and perfectly outlined in the sheer material of her top.
Patricia took a sip of her drink. "My name's Trish," she
said. "What's yours?"
"Josephine, but I go by Josie."
"Josie; what a lovely name." She paused. "This is your
first time here."
Josie looked up into her eyes. "Why would you think that?"
Trish smiled. "Believe me, I would remember seeing you."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"God, yes," Trish said heavily. She let her hand fall below
the table to rest on Josie's thigh. "I saw you sitting at the bar
earlier tonight...I thought you looked very, very sexy."
"Thank you," Josie said.
"All dressed in black, and using that long black cigarette
holder," Trish continued. "Very elegant."
Josie smiled. "My mother gave it to me. She thought it
makes me look like a vamp."
"Well," Trish said, her hand sliding along Josie's inside
thigh, "it sure does wonders for me."
Josie covered Trish's hand with her own, and guided it
beneath the folds of her dress. "Then this might be your lucky
night." With her other hand, she reached into her purse and took
out an engraved invitation. She opened it deftly and passed it
over to Trish. "Read this."
Trish took the invitation and held it over the candle.
Darling Patrica (it read),
You are formally invited to a weekend of
extreme sensuality and forbidden delights
on the occasion of your 28th birthday.
The woman from whom you have received this
is your mistress and guide. She is trained
in all forms of ecstasy which you desire.
Place all faith in her. Obey all of her
instructions without fail. Do so, and you
will experience sexual delight unlike none
you have ever imagined. Disobey her, and
you will be punished in ways that you have
dreamt of and more.
Signed,
Elizabeth Bach
P.S. Patricia, I love you. I give you your fantasy.
Trish set the note down. "I need a cigarette," she said
finally. Her fingernails were beginning to dig into Josie's
thigh.
Josie laughed and passed a cigarette over to Trish and lit it
for her, then put one in her holder and lit it.
"Where is Elizabeth?" Trish asked.
"All in due time," Josie said. "First, I need your consent."
"She told me she might do this," Trish said, almost to
herself. "I had no idea..." She paused. "What do I need to do?"
"Just say yes or no. If you agree, you will do whatever I
command for..." she looked at her watch; it was eleven thirty.
"For the next forty eight hours. We will return you to reality on
this time, Sunday night."
"What about my cats?"
Josie laughed again. "Every detail's been seen to; believe
me. All you have to do is agree. If you say yes, I'll give you
one hour, and then the festivity begins."
Trish sat silently for a moment. "You know Elizabeth well?"
"Your Significant Other? Yes, we've known each other since
school."
"Alright, then," Trish said nervously, but her eyes
positively shone with anticipation. "You have my agreement."
"Very well," Josie replied. "You look like you've seen a
ghost; would you like to dance?"
A slow song was starting up. "I'd love to," Trish said.
They stood up and went out to the dance floor, hand in hand.
Josie slipped her arm around Trish's waist and pulled her close
gently, reveling in the other woman's musky smell.
The song was one of Josie's favorites. "Antes que seja
tarde..." the lead went, and she looked down into Trish's bright
eyes. Without warning, Trish's mouth opened to an O, and Josie
kissed her. It was a soft kiss, and Josie felt Trish trembling as
their lips met. Trish pulled back and leaned into Josie's ear.
"Elizabeth..." she whispered.
Josie took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "She's
given me her consent, darling. Do not feel unfaithful to her.
Everything that happens, has her best wishes. She just wants to
give you what you couldn't ask for directly." She paused. "Now,
kiss me again," she said, but before she could finish, Trish
pulled her closer and put her mouth on Josie's, her tongue
hungrily probing. Josie responded with a hunger of her own, and
for a time they were only aware of each other.
Finally they parted. Josie heard another song from the same
album starting ("Depois Dos Temporais"). They had embraced for
almost twenty minutes.
"God," Trish said. "I think I need to sit for a moment; I
think I've wet myself."
They went back to their table and sat down. There was line
of perspiration going down Trish's back, but Josie looked
completely composed.
As Trish lit another cigarette, Josie said, "Do you know what
a safeword is?"
Trish nodded. "Elizabeth and I've used one before, during
our...scenes."
Josie took another small envelope from her purse and handed
it to her. "Here are the safewords we will use. They apply to
both of us. You must understand --" She paused. "If the
safeword is spoken to you, you will stop immediately whatever it
is you are doing. If your partner is bound, you will unbind her.
If your partner is unable to speak, be alert to the nonverbal
signal."
Trish opened the envelope and read the note inside. "I
understand, Josie."
"Finally, one last thing." Josie lit a cigarette and sipped
her drink. "Much of what we will do is psychodrama. By giving me
your consent, you have given yourself completely to me. I will do
everything possible to heighten your pleasure. My first command
is to trust in me totally."
"I do," Trish said huskily.
"Now, I ask you to remember the final safeword -- it's
written on the back of the note you're holding. My instructions
from Elizabeth are that, if you utter it, you are to be released
immediately and returned here, to your car. Trish, remember:
There is no going back. If I hear it, the festivity comes to an
irrevocable end."
"I understand."
Josie looked at her watch. It was 12:28. She smiled
devilishly. "Are you ready?"
"God, yes, darling!"
"Then," Josie said, "let the games begin." She stood up.
"You will find a black limousine parked in front. Leave within
the next fifteen minutes and take a seat in the back. Do not
disturb the driver at all." She picked up her purse. "I will see
you again soon. Remember: Do not speak to the driver."
"Yes, Josie."
Josie looked down at her. "I am a dominatrix; from now on,
you will address me as 'mistress.'"
"Yes, mistress."
Josie turned and left her sitting there. She walked out,
without looking back.
Trish held the note in front of her, over the candle. Before
looking at the back, she slowly dipped it into the flame and set
it in the ashtray, watching as the fire consumed it. Then she too
stood up, crushed her cigarette out, and walked briskly through
the crowd to the entrance and out the door.
*** END OF PART ONE ***
The Birthday Gift: Part Two (Saturday Morning 1:00 am)
Josie undressed slowly, carefully laying out her garments on
the bed, to be taken care of earlier. She was now totally nude,
except for the clamshell case strapped to her thigh. She picked
up a black cire bustier from the bed and laced it up; it squeezed
her breasts together and jutted them out. Next came matching cire
panties and a pair of skintight black lycra open-fingered gloves
that went up to the elbow. Satisfied with her appearance in the
mirror by the bed, she sat down and pulled on a pair of shiny
patent leather high-heeled boots. To complete the outfit, she
took out a long, pointed dagger and scabbard, which she buckled on
to her right leg, right above the boot. Finally, she picked up an
ornate riding crop and tested it by putting the strap around her
wrist and flicking it through the air. It made a loud cracking
sound as it struck the bed.
As she checked her lipstick and makeup in the mirror, Josie
heard a car pull up in the driveway. She looked out the window;
it was the limousine. She watched as the chauffeur got out and
opened the rear door. Trish emerged, said something to him, and
went to the door.
Josie stood at the top of the stairway, riding crop in hand.
"Patricia."
Trish looked up. "Mistress!"
Josie beckoned with her finger. "Come here."
Trish came up, her eyes devouring Josie. "Perfect," she
purred. She held out her hand to Josie, who deftly avoided it.
"Follow me," was all Josie said. She led Trish to the guest
bedroom and opened the door.
"You'll find your new clothes laid out on the bed," she said.
"Remove every item you have on now, and put on the new things."
She closed the door and sat down on a Louis XIV chair, the riding
crop in her lap.
Trish took some time figuring out the ringed collar and
matching lock bracelets and anklets, but in a few minutes she
stood before Josie in an outfit similar to hers, sans weaponry.
"Is this satisfactory?"
Josie stood and tightened up Trish's bustier, noting the
swelled nipples. She opened a dresser drawer and took out a
silver ball gag and several chains, which she handed to Trish.
"Don't put them on yet," Josie admonished her.
She opened the door and led Trish down the stairs, through an
elegant living room, and to a large wooden beam door bearing an
open iron lock. She removed the lock and swung the door open.
Trish went through and Josie followed, closing the door. There
was another stairway, dimly lit, leading down into a cellar.
Trish looked around at the various equipment: A large metal brace
from which several chains dangled, a gleaming silver sex chair
padded in the appropriate places, several ornate chairs, and a
surgical cart covered by a black satin sheet. The shining floor
was equipped with shackle holders at regular intervals.
While Trish examined her surroundings, Josie hit a switch on
the wall, causing the brace to lower. It stopped a foot above her
head, the chains waving slightly.
"Raise your arms," Josie commanded her. She took the
apparatus that Trish held from her and attached chains to the
bracelets on her arms. Trish was beginning to breathe hard.
"Now, line your feet up with the shackles on the floor."
Trish's stiletto-clad feet spread out, and Josie hooked up chains
to her anklets. Trish looked out in front of her and saw her
image in a large mirror on the wall. She sighed, but was
otherwise completely silent.
Josie went back to the switch and hit it again. The brace
began to rise, causing Trish arms and legs to stretch outward.
Josie carefully let the brace go just high enough to serve her
purposes without discomforting Trish, then stopped it.
She now took the ball gag and unhooked it. Trish's mouth
opened to an O as Josie slid it over the top of her head. Trish's
red lips covered the ball, and her nostrils flared as Josie
secured it. She moaned softly when she looked at her image in the
mirror; her nipples were now as large as cherries.
Josie went over to the surgical cart and uncovered it. Trish
inhaled sharply when she saw the instruments, her eyes wide open.
Josie picked up a small, curved silver dildo that glistened
in the dim light. As Trish watched intently, she lubricated it
with some mineral oil, then teasingly fellated it.
Suddenly, she reached down to her scabbard and in one move
unsheathed the dagger. Trish's body shook, the chains rattling.
Kneeling down, Josie slid the sharp tip of the cold blade beneath
Trish's G-string and cut it, letting it fall to the floor. Her
eyes on Trish's, she replaced the dagger in its sheath.
Going behind Trish, she knelt again and put her palm on
Trish's smooth ass. She put her middle finger in her mouth and
drew it out as Trish watched, then placed the tip of it against
Trish's anus. Trish consciously relaxed, and when Josie felt it
was time, she slid her finger cautiously into Trish, who moaned
again. Josie then removed it, and put the tip of the dildo up to
Trish's ass. It slid in quite easily, and Trish writhed with
pleasure against the pressure.
Josie stood and went back in front of Trish. She stroked her
engorged, rock-hard nipples and smiled. "Now, darling," she said,
"time to find out if you're into the philosophy, or just the
fashion."
She picked up a thin black cord and wrapped it around Trish's
neck in a constricting noose, tying it off on a hook above and
behind Trish. Trish's eyes darted in anticipation, but she made
no sound.
Josie's hand went down to the clamshell case on her thigh and
flicked it open. She took out two small gold spring vises.
Opening it with her fingers, she held it up to Trish's right
nipple and let it close slowly. Trish inhaled sharply again, her
body shaking.
Josie applied the other vise to Trish's left nipple and the
other woman mewed quietly and began to pant through her nostrils.
Her body arched slightly, and Josie could see that she was
clearly, strongly aroused.
Josie cupped Trish's breast in her hand and felt its weight.
With her other hand, she rubbed Trish's thigh.
"How does it feel to be totally bound, darling?"
Trish shook her head, yes.
"And the dress? The tight lycra gloves, the shiny boots, the
shackles?"
She nodded again, yes!
Josie let her fingers ride gently over Trish's silky mons
venus. "Being completely dominated by another woman; that's been
a fantasy of yours, hasn't it?"
Yes...yes.
"And the ball gag. You like that, don't you, Patricia, your
lips spread out against your will, gagged and hanging in midair."
...Yes.
Josie turned and saw the image of the two of them, she
standing before Trish, her hands caressing, probing. "Being
filled -- except for that one, important orifice."
Trish's eyes pleaded with Josie.
Josie leaned down and ran her tongue around Trish's nipple.
"Not yet, darling," she said seductively. "That comes...later.
For now, it would only distract you." She touched Trish's
throbbing mons again. "You're on the verge, now; that would only
send you over, and I don't want that." Her finger found Trish's
clitoris almost by accident; she pressed playfully, and Trish's
body shook the brace.
Josie rose. "Careful, darling," she cooed. "We still have
the matter of a...punishment." She paused, then looked deeply
into Trish's eyes. "Concentrate on the pain, Patricia. Feel the
vises gripping your nipples. Feel the humiliation of hanging
there, to be done with at my whim. Watch yourself, as you crave
my affection..."
Josie picked up the riding crop by the door and whacked it
against her open palm. Trish's eyes followed its movement.
"This," Josie said, looking right at her, "is for disobeying
my order against talking to the driver." She went behind Trish,
and as the other woman's eyes opened even wider, she raised the
crop and brought it down whistling violently on Trish's ass.
There was a loud whack! and Trish's body shook on the brace. She
moaned louder, and her eyes fluttered.
WHACK! a second time; Trish let out a high-pitched sound.
Vaginal fluid seeped down her legs. Josie brought the crop down
again with all her might...WHACK!!!
Trish's body began to convulse. Her back arched sharply. She
caught Josie's eyes in the mirror and nodded, again!
Josie brought the crop down as hard as she could, and as the
sharp tongues struck Trish she leaned her head forward, the noose
tightening. Her body shivered, then bucked. Her hands fluttered
ineffectually against the shackles, and when Josie slashed the
crop up between her legs, her lips enveloped the ball and she
moaned gutterally. She stayed suspended that way for almost two
full minutes as a massive orgasm racked her body, then she slumped
forward, panting heavily.
Josie removed the dildo, which slid out smoothly, and untied
the noose. She then undid the nipple vises and the shackles on
Trish's legs, noticing that Trish was still coming. Josie
expertly unhooked the ball gag and set it on the table, then
slipped her arm around Trish's waist as she disconnected the
shackles on her arms. Trish flung her arms around Josie's neck
and let Josie carry her to a comfortable chair in the corner.
Trish drew up her legs, and her head fell back, a smile on
her lips; she was unconscious.
Josie stood erect and ran her hand smoothly along the curve
of Trish's body, up to the undersides of her hot and heavy
breasts. She too was intensely aroused; her hands went up to her
own breasts and caressed them, but she fought the urge to rub
herself. "Later," she murmured. "Later."
She went to the table and picked up a small note pad. She
read to herself:
1. The Punishment
2. The Tables Turned
3. The Pleasure Pit
4. The Execution
5. The Pool
6. Return
Josie went to the wall and picked up an elegant French
telephone. "Elizabeth? Josephine. Our young friend is fast
asleep. Have Catherine come down and bring her to the next
scene."
She hung up the phone and looked over at the sleeping
Patricia. "Darling," she said, "will you enjoy giving as much as
receiving?"
*** END OF PART TWO ***
The Birthday Gift: Part Three (Saturday Afternoon 12:20 pm)
Josie looked up when Trish walked out onto the patio. She
smiled and offered her a seat. "How do you feel?"
Trish returned her smile. "Funny --" she brought a hand over
her chest -- "but nice. How long did I sleep?"
Josie picked up a cigarette from a glass case on the table.
"About ten hours."
"Good God!" Trish looked around her, suddenly aware of her
surroundings. "Where are we?"
They sat at a table on a wood deck. Behind them, Trish could
see the house, with its stone walls and trimmed hedges. To their
left was a huge pool; to their right, a bubbling jacuzzi. In the
distance, Trish could make out the Intercoastal Waterway. It was
a warm August afternoon.
"We're about ten miles north of Boca Raton," Josie said,
smoothing her hair. She wore a daringly low-cut blue lycra
swimsuit and white gauze robe. In contrast to her outfit, Trish
wore a white blouse and skintight black leather pants tucked into
a pair of high riding boots.
Trish heard a door open behind her and turned around. A
petite blonde-haired young woman walked out, wearing a maid's
dress and carrying a tray of iced teas. She set it down beside
Josie and stood at attention.
Josie looked up at her. "Thank you, Catherine." She held
her cigarette to her lips and Catherine lit it for her. "Trish,
this is my servant. Catherine, I believe you've met my guest."
To Trish: "She helped you to bed last night."
Trish looked up and nodded. "Hello, Catherine."
Catherine nodded slightly. Without looking up, Josie said,
"Offer my guest a cigarette."
Catherine spoke softly. "Would you care for one, mistress?"
Trish nodded yes, and Catherine picked up the glass case and
held it to Trish. Trish took a cigarette and let Catherine light
it for her.
Trish expelled a thin stream of blue smoke. "Thank you."
Catherine turned to Josie. "Will there be anything else,
mistress?"
"No. Leave us now."
Trish watched as Catherine departed, then looked up at Josie.
"Is she your..."
"My slave?" Josie smiled. "Actually, for the weekend, she's
your slave."
"Mine?" Trish thought for a moment. "Interesting."
"Think of it as a tiered arrangement." Josie stood and
slipped her robe off. "I command you, you command Catherine.
Now, I think I'll go for a swim. As for you --" she gave Trish a
delicious smile. "I want you to punish Catherine."
"For what?"
Josie laughed. "You'll think of something," she said, then
dove beautifully into the pool.
Trish sat silently for a moment, smoking her cigarette and
thinking. Despite the ravishing she'd received last night, she
felt a familiar warmth between her legs. Another fantasy...
She rose abruptly and walked indoors. "Catherine!"
Catherine appeared immediately at the stairs. "Yes,
mistress?"
Trish put her hands on her hips and looked Catherine over.
"You're a very gorgeous young girl."
Catherine averted her eyes. "Thank you."
Trish walked around her, noting her curvaceous body. "How
old are you?"
"Twenty five, mistress."
Trish put her hand on Catherine's ass. "Very nice,
Catherine."
"Thank you."
She ran her hand up Catherine's back, felt her warm flesh.
"What are your orders?"
"I am to be your slave."
Trish came around front. "Very well...it's about time you
started." She leaned against the wall. "Touch me."
Catherine used her hands to gently touch Trish's breasts.
She lifted them up and felt their weight.
Trish took Catherine's hands and pressed them hard onto her
bosom. "Like that, Catherine -- or may I call you Cat?"
"Whatever you desire, Mistress."
"Undress me, Cat."
Catherine's nimble fingers undid the buttons to Trish's
blouse and slipped it off, carefully folding it. She knelt and
removed Trish's boots, then slid her soft hands up Trish's thighs
and unzipped her pants, which were so tight they had to be
unrolled. Trish, who was thoroughly enjoying this, saw
Catherine's hands tremble.
"Now the brassiere and panties," Trish commanded.
Catherine unhooked the bra and took it off, then knelt again
and unclasped the panties, pulling them away. She looked up at
Trish, who was now totally nude.
Trish looked down at her. "Now, suck my breasts."
Catherine's eyes lit up, and her lips encircled Trish's left
nipple, her teeth gently tugging. She buried her face in Trish's
chest and purred.
"Harder," Trish told her. "Bite my nipple."
Catherine bit down a little harder and pulled. Trish put her
hands in Catherine's long blonde hair and ran her fingers through
it. "Yes," she said, "harder, Cat, harder..."
Catherine's hand slid up between Trish's legs.
Trish suddenly pulled back. "Stand up." When Catherine
rose, she said, "A little too enthusiastic, Cat. I'm afraid a
little discipline is in order."
"Yes, Mistress Patricia."
"Follow me."
Trish went up the stairs, with Catherine trailing, and into
her room. "Close the door behind you," she commanded Catherine,
and went into the closet.
God, she whispered to herself, this house has everything!
She found a multitude of various instruments, costumes, and items
she could not even identify. There were lace corsets, latex
bustiers, gloves, boots, ropes, handcuffs, vibrators, ball gags...
she even found several anal plugs and an interesting strap-on
phallus. "Hmm," she said to herself, "that looks interesting."
After putting on a pair of the highest stiletto pumps she could
find (apparently everything in here had been measured to fit her)
and the gloves she had worn last night, she carefully strapped the
strange silver device on, finding that the inside tip managed --
quite nicely -- to rest on her clitoris. She looked down at the
nine-inch artificial penis jutting from her pelvis and felt
herself growing very moist.
But she needed something else...looking around the huge
closet, she found a menacing cat o'nine tails against the wall.
That should do, she thought.
When she came out of the closet, Catherine gasped, but her
eyes shone.
"Get undressed," Trish told her. She watched as the other
woman removed her dress, but when she started to unhook her garter
belt, Trish stopped her. "That'll do. Now, kneel in front of
me."
Catherine went down onto her knees.
"How do you like my cock?" Trish said, grasping the base.
"Does this turn you on?"
"Very much," the maid said, looking up at her.
"Then show me how much."
Catherine took the phallus in her mouth and closed her lips
around it. She fellated it with a slow rocking motion that caused
it to massage Trish's clitoris. She increased the pace, but Trish
suddenly broke off. "Now, lie down on the bed -- on your
stomach."
Reluctantly, Catherine stopped and did as she was ordered.
Trish went to her arms and legs, binding them to the posts with
kid leather shackles. She placed two large down pillows beneath
Catherine's stomach, causing her ass to be raised, and leaned into
Catherine. Her tongue darted out and circled Catherine's sex, and
when it made contact with her clit, Catherine emitted a high-
pitched squeal.
Trish leaned back and picked up the whip. She brought it
swiftly down on Catherine's up-ended ass.
"Ohh..." Catherine moaned. Her fingers dug deep into the
soft satin comforter.
Trish paused for a moment, feeling a pure rush. She looked
at herself in the mirror and realized how much she was enjoying
this --
Catherine mewed again, and Trish brought the cat o'nine tails
down harder. Catherine's body shivered, and a red welt appeared
on her buttocks.
Trish stopped, the whip high in the air. "Catherine, are you
okay?" she asked.
Catherine turned her head to Trish. "If mistress would only
hit a little harder," she replied.
Alright, Trish thought to herself, and brought the whip down
yet another time. Catherine bucked as the heavy leather cords
struck her, and her legs flexed against the bonds.
"Please," Catherine moaned, "harder, please!"
Trish struck her several times more, each time a loud thwack!
resonating in the room. Each time Catherine cried out for more.
God, Trish thought to herself, she's insatiable!
"Mistress," Catherine groaned, "I need you!"
Trish threw down the whip and climbed on top of her, quickly
mounting her. The curved metal penis slid in softly, filling
Catherine, who spread her legs and grabbed the bed posts even
tighter.
Trish's hands encircled Catherine and took hold of her
breasts, finding the hard nipples and pinching them tightly with
her fingernails.
"Oh, yes," Catherine cried. "God, yes!"
Trish timed the thrusts slowly at first, increasing her pace
as Catherine begged her. "Pinch me harder, mistress!"
Trish rammed into her and twisted her nipples harder. "Unhh,
yes," Catherine said, "yes..."
They both felt it at the same time: A flush feeling, then a
strong wave. Trish ground her pelvis into Catherine and held on
as she came; Catherine cried out wordlessly and arched her back,
panting heavily.
An eternity passed, then both women slumped down onto the
dripping-wet bed. They laid like that for a long time, Trish's
lips giving kisses to Catherine's back, each lost in the other.
Trish had almost drifted off to blissful sleep, when
Catherine moved her legs. "Could mistress...?"
"Oh -- of course." She rose to her knees slowly, her strap-
on penis still buried in Catherine, and quickly undid her bonds.
Catherine rubbed her arms, then leaned over and disconnected the
apparatus from Trish. "Mistress, you were magnificient!"
Trish touched her chin. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much."
Catherine smiled. "Do you remember last night, with mistress
Josephine?"
"Boy, do I!"
"How do you feel?"
"A little sore, maybe --" Trish paused. "Actually, not sore
at all."
"The same for me." She looked up in Trish's eyes, and her
lips parted. "May the slave kiss the mistress?"
Trish put her hands on her waist and drew her close. Their
lips met softly, and as they kissed their breasts squeezed
together.
Trish's lips moved along Catherine's neck. "How much time do
we have?"
Catherine laughed and pushed Trish off her playfully. "Not
enough for what you have in mind." She climbed off the bed and
looked at Trish as she gathered her clothes. "Mistress Josephine
has you on a strict schedule."
Trish watched her dress. "Do you know what comes next?"
"Well," Catherine began.
"No." They both looked up at the door and saw Josie standing
there in her swimsuit and robe. "Catherine, leave us."
Catherine's eyes glanced down. "Yes, mistress." She
finished dressing and hurried out.
Josie shut the door behind her and stood over the bed.
"You seem a little harsh with her," Trish said. "Does she
like being ordered around like that?"
Josie smiled. "That is exactly what Catherine likes: The
harsher, the better." She sat down beside Trish. "I only do what
my partners want me to do," she explained. "I can be gentle --"
she put her hand on Trish's bare breast and stroked it -- "or I
can be rough." Her fingers pinched Trish, who shuddered but made
no resistance. "Do you understand?"
"I think so."
Josie stood and pulled her off the bed. "Everything's for
the scene," she said, and went to the bedstand. She opened the
drawer and pulled out a black leather-topped box. "Why don't you
get your bathing suit on, and we'll go for a swim."
"Okay." Trish bounced over to the closet to look for
something fun to wear.
"And for the evening," Josie continued, "we do something a
little different." Trish came out and her eyes opened wide.
Josie was holding a black, long-barreled Beretta. As Trish
watched, Josie screwed on a menacing silencer to the barrel and
showed it to her. "Elizabeth's told me all of your fantasies."
"She must have," Trish said, growing aroused again.
*** END OF PART THREE ***