Lady Sonia

Lady Sonia was naked. Quite naked.

She trembled slightly at the thought of what was to come.

She bowed her head and looked down at her naked body. She looked longingly at
her heavy, full nippled, breasts, her tits, as she always thought of them. Not
as firm as when she was younger, but she thought that the fullness, the
heaviness, the slight but undeniable sagging, only added to their desirability.
After all, having turned thirty she could hardly expect to be as pert as when
she was eighteen. And, of course, when she was eighteen she was not as
worldly-wise as she was now: everything comes with a price after all!. Her gaze
continued over her softly rounded belly to her mound. Her smooth, shaven,
mound. She wondered just how long it was since she had had any pretensions to a
bush of any kind. Certainly the years of shaving, of waxing had given brief
discomforts but the inevitable effect of the continued assault on her lower
regions had finally had the effect of giving her a very minimum growth. A low
maintenance growth, she thought, and smiled. After all, she loved to feel her
smoothness and she knew that her partners had always enjoyed the sensation. The
touch of fingers, especially her own fingers, on her full lips, her moist inner
lips, and especially her prominent clitoris, always excited her. She always
thought of her soft moist areas as her ‘special’ place, her special ‘pleasure’.
After all, how many people had told her, over the years, that she had a superb
pussy, a superb cunt. Finally satisfied with her self inspection she had to
agree with her initial thoughts: she did have a desirable body.

Now it was time. She stepped forward into the icy cold shower, feeling the
biting needles of water hitting her front, her tits, her nipples, making them
hard and erect. Not perhaps the hardness of arousal, not as sensitive as that,
but nevertheless pleasurable. The cold stream ran down over her belly and into
and around her folds, making them less heated, less engorged than just a few
brief moments ago. She shivered at the coldness but continued, turning round in
the shower for a full five minutes, as was her usual custom. Then she turned on
the hot water, grateful to feel a warmth seep into her. The cold punishing
needles of the first few minutes changed into warm, hot, pulses across her
shoulders and down her back as she slowly began to soap herself. Satisfied she
turned around and allowed the fine spray to concentrate on her tits, on her
nipples which responded to this new sensation with a pleasing fullness, a
pleasing surge of sensation. As she soaped her front, lifting each tit in turn
and soaping around it, enjoying the pleasure, she felt an increasing warmth in
her loins. As always, she enjoyed the luxury of the hot water, moving slowly,
reluctantly, from her heavy tits down to her waiting labia.

Slowly she parted the enfolding lips and searched, deliberately, slowly, for the
hardness of her clitoris, before she continued her lathering, slowly continuing
down her legs until she had laved every inch of her long smooth legs and
smoothly pedicured feet.

Reluctantly she stepped out of the shower and began to towel herself. Checking
the time she realised that there was at least an hour before she had to get
dressed and ready to go out with her current partner. Current partner, she
thought, what a way to describe her present lover. He was not only strikingly
attractive, certainly to women, but, she suspected, also to men as well. He was
a considerate, gentle and inventive lover who never failed to leave her fully
satisfied. But, there was something lacking. After escaping from her marriage
and moving, not only out of the State, but out of the country, she had had a
succession of lovers, male and female, but in sexual terms none had begun to
approach the skills and pleasures her husband had brought to her. What a pity
that, in all other ways, he had been a complete and utter bastard, she thought.
The things they did together were, had been, pleasurable but his increasing
addiction to gambling and drink had finally driven her away. Dammit, she
thought, no time to think of those days, those times. Perhaps one day she would
spend a few hours, more than a few even, in her recollections, but today,
tonight, was for the present.

She walked into her bedroom, naked and glowing from the shower, and lay on her
bed, luxuriating in the softness, slowly cupping a breast as she lay there
thinking about the events of the coming evening. Certainly she was looking
forward to the outing, even though it was something a little outside her
experience. She was not too clear on how the invitation had arisen, but,
driving home from the office with Andy a week ago, he had announced that they
were going to a small dinner party the following weekend.

They both worked for the same company, a small concern specialising in
electronic and communication products, he as an accountant and she as a computer
programmer and analyst. In her job she tended to keep very much to her
immediate group and as such was only slightly aware of the owners of the
company, although, of course, Andy had much more contact with them both. She
frowned as she concentrated and tried to recollect a few facts about them. A
married couple, Gerald and Samantha Nielsen, or was it Svensen, she wasn’t too sure.
No matter, she did think that they were probably Scandinavians and that was near
enough for her. Andy had told her that Gerald and Samantha had invited them to a
small, ‘intimate’ dinner and she was to be ready to make a good impression: he
was seeking a promotion and, as in all businesses, he felt that good
relationships could do no harm to one’s career progress. She was unclear on how
many had been invited to the grand and secluded house where their hosts lived
but expected a small gathering, perhaps four or five couples at most.

Enough thinking, Lady Sonia felt that she had to concentrate on her own feelings for
a time. As her thoughts had wondered her hand was alternately cupping and
squeezing her breast, her left breast, which for reasons she had never fully
understood, was her ‘favorite’. Slowly her other had moved towards the swollen
and hardening nipple and began to slowly tease it. Lady Sonia always enjoyed the
sensation of working on, working with, her nipples and this time was no
different. As she became more aroused she began to move and squeeze her thighs
together, giving her another pleasurable sensation to combine with that
radiating from her breast. As her fingers worked on the nipple, now dark red
and fully engorged, she knew that it was time to lift her breast towards her
waiting, moist, lips. She bent her head forward and her tongue eagerly flicked
across the sensitive end of the nipple. Mmmmmmmmm! This she liked! Moving her
head a little more she managed to fasten her lips around the teat and, gently
nipping it with her teeth, she began to slowly suck herself. Bliss! Sucking
her own nipple, her own tit, was a special moment and at times like this she was
glad that her tits, already big at eighteen, had begun to droop, giving her the
chance to pull them towards her mouth. She continued for a while before
changing to her other breast, until, reluctantly, she stopped, feeling that it
was time to prepare, to dress for the evening.

What to wear was a problem, and yet not a problem. She had an extensive
wardrobe with dresses, outfits, shoes, whatever for pretty much every occasion.
It was going to be a warm evening, after all it was late summer, and as she was
certain the meal would be indoors there was little need to dress in anything too
substantial. Shoes, well, there was a problem. Lady Sonia had always had a shoe
fetish since her first sexual experiences with another girl, when she was barely
seventeen. She had a collection of styles, colors heel heights in almost every
conceivable combination. Something strappy and high seemed to be a good idea.

But first, an application of a lightly scented body cream was essential. Lady Sonia
had always taken a pride in her personal appearance and treated her body with
considerable care. Nothing too over-powering, she thought, after all some
people were sensitive to an excess of perfume. Underwear was not a problem,
something small, very small, of course, something very feminine, of course.
Hose, perhaps not, after all it was a warm evening, and was likely to be warmer
inside!.

Lady Sonia smiled happily as she prepared herself.

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 2 – The Dinner

It was almost eight o’clock. They smiled nervously at one another as they drove
up the road to the big house. Andy had already told Lady Sonia that, when Gerald had
invited them, he had specified the time and suggested that they arrive then ‘if
they knew what was good for them’. It was probably a hint that punctuality was
a virtue that was admired in the company, and it seemed only reasonable to make
sure that they started the evening off on the right foot.

Andy had dressed casually in jeans and light shirt, whilst Lady Sonia had decided to
wear a light, short, dress, with matching, high heeled, strappy sandals. Lady Sonia
felt that the thin straps across her painted toes showed off her light golden
tan to maximum effect. To a casual observer they could have been young couple
out for a walk on a warm summers evening, but they knew differently. They knew
that an invite such as this was special, as their hosts were known around the
village for being aloof, even arrogant. In fact, as far as anyone knew, no one
from the village had ever been invited up to the house.

A feeling of anticipation ran through them as they arrived at the main door and
rang the bell. The door was opened almost immediately by someone who could
only be the lady of the house, which surprised Lady Sonia. Judging by the size of
the house and grounds she felt sure that there would be some staff to assist in
running things

‘Do not worry my dear’, Samantha, sensing Lady Sonia’s bewilderment, explained, ‘I’ve
given the staff the weekend off, after all, we don’t want to be disturbed do
we?’

As she spoke, she stepped from behind the door. Lady Sonia and Andy were quite
stunned by the sight of her. Dressed in a long dress, slit up to the thigh, and
tightly fitting around her ample bust, Samantha made a fine, a fetching, sight.
The slit in her dress revealed that she was wearing, unusually for the time of
year, a pair of black patent knee high, spike heeled boots. She was wearing
around her neck what appeared to be a narrow, black, soft leather collar with
some sort of silver attachment.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry, Mrs, err…’, said Lady Sonia, ‘we thought this was an informal
occasion. Had we known we would have dressed more appropriately’. Lady Sonia nudged
Andy, whose eyes were fixing on the attractive figure before him.

‘No my dear, there is no need for you to worry about that’, Samantha smiled, ‘it
won’t be a problem for us I’m sure.’ There was something about the glint in her
eye as spoke that made them both wonder exactly what on earth it was that she
meant.

Samantha led the way to a large room. As they entered, her husband came through
the large, windowed, doors which were opened onto sweeping lawns. He was
dressed rather more casually than his wife.

‘Let me introduce you to my husband, Gerald’, Samantha smiled and turned towards him,
‘and, by the way, do call me Samantha, for now anyway.’

Gerald came towards them smiling and offering his hand to Lady Sonia. She smiled at
him and offered hers in return. His grip was firm, strong, indeed, very strong.
‘So pleased to meet you, my dear, and this is your partner is it?’ He released
her hand and approached Andy.

‘My dear, do forgive me’, Samantha smiled at Lady Sonia, ‘I should have introduced
myself properly.’ She offered Lady Sonia her smoothly manicured hand and held Lady Sonia
in a firm grip, gently squeezing her fingers. As she released hand her finger
tips lightly brushed against the palm of Lady Sonia’s hand. Lady Sonia felt a slight,
almost imperceptible, but undeniable, tremor at the contact. Clearly Samantha was
making some kind on statement.

‘Now, a drink for you both?’ Gerald took over the proceedings.

‘Just a tonic water for me’, Lady Sonia spoke shyly.

‘Come, come, my dear girl, do have something a little stronger. A drop of gin
with your tonic perhaps? And you? You’ll have one won’t you my love?’ Gerald
raised his eyebrows at his wife.

‘Yes please, but you always know what I want don’t you?’ Samantha smiled at her
husband. Lady Sonia noticed the look between them but thought no more of it for the
moment.’

‘Andy, what can I get you?’ Gerald turned, ‘Andy?’. But Andy was not listening,
he was staring at his hostess.

Samantha had sat down and crossed her long legs. As she had done so the slit in
her dress had fallen further apart, revealing more of her smooth white thigh,
starkly contrasting with the black leather of her boot. Andy blushed as he
realised he had been caught, and stuttered that he would like a whisky if that
would be all right.

‘Oh Andy, Andy don’t be so embarrassed, we’re all adults after all’, Samantha
smiled as she patted the seat beside her, ‘Now come sit next to me and enjoy
your drink’

Andy sat nervously on the edge of the seat as Gerald handed him the drink, a very
large drink.

As this was going on Lady Sonia was admiring the room which was much larger than she
had expected. In fact it could probably contain the whole of the small, two
bedroom, apartment that she and Andy shared. She sipped her drink as she took
in the splendor of the room.

As she stood looking out of the big picture window, she was aware of a movement
behind her. She turned to see Gerald, smiling down at her. His tall, broad frame
towered over her.

‘It’s a wonderful view isn’t it? he asked, moving closer.

‘Y-y-yes’, Lady Sonia managed to reply. She was a little overcome by these, to her,
unnatural surroundings. Even so, she was excited by the way this man looked
down at her, with his natural air of superiority.

‘Come and sit down and let us have a little talk’, Gerald took her arm and led her
to another seat, ‘by the way,. my dear, did I mention that I love your outfit?
Those sandals compliment your feet perfectly.’

Lady Sonia blushed, becoming aware of the effect he was having on her, feeling
butterflies in her stomach, which she had not known since she first met Andy.
She looked across to where Andy sat now. Samantha actually had her hand at the top
of his thigh!

‘Yes, this house has belonged to relatives of ours for very many years. I often
visited as a child and know the place inside out.’ Gerald smiled at Lady Sonia and
moved closer to her. ‘We have a huge, I think you would call it, wine cellar.
Perhaps we could show you after dinner?’

‘Oh yes we’d like that wouldn’t we Lady Sonia?’ Andy had turned to look at Lady Sonia,
and noticed the look in her eyes. He knew that look, one he had not seen since
they had first met. This time, he knew, it wasn’t for him. Despite himself he
felt a stirring in his loins. He blushed as he realised he was growing hard at
the thought of Lady Sonia, his Lady Sonia, being with someone else. But then Samantha was
giving him a lot of attention, so perhaps it was to be a different night for
both of them. He smiled inwardly at the thought. He realised that Lady Sonia was,
most likely, just as willing to explore the possibilities.

Dinner was a light meal, with plenty of wine, and completed by coffee and then
liqueurs all round. Despite drinking perhaps a little too much during the meal,
both Lady Sonia and Andy had noticed that their hosts had not only been flirting with
them both, but had been exchanging knowing glances between themselves. However,
by the end of the meal neither of them noticed the nods and smiles between Gerald
and Samantha, as if some personal, private, decision had been made

Back in the main room, where they had been earlier, Andy sat next to Samantha, with
Lady Sonia and Gerald on a large deep sofa opposite. The room was lit entirely by
candles, their soft glow and the heady combination of alcohol added to the feel
of the room. There was an atmosphere, a tenseness, in the room, and both Andy
and Lady Sonia wondered what the next step was to be. Neither dared to make a move
for themselves, it would not be proper, they were both quite happy to follow the
lead of their hosts.

The small talk from dinner continued as they sat and continued drinking but it
soon became a little more specific, with sexual comments and innuendoes. Andy
became, aware once again, of Samantha’s hand resting on his thigh, and turned to
look at her aware that she was staring intently at him. He broke his gaze to
look across at Lady Sonia, knowing this was the moment, knowing that he somehow
needed her approval before this could go on. She looked back at him, as if
considering the situation, there was no doubt she knew what he was asking, and
finally she smiled at him, and nodded her head. Turning back to Samantha, he leant
towards her, and made to kiss her, but she shook her head.

‘No Andy, that is not how it is going to be. You play by our rules or not at
all’

Confused he sat back

‘And what rules would they be’, he asked, not sure what she had meant.

‘Myself and Gerald both have rather, shall we say, unconventional tastes’, she
explained, ‘or, rather, they may seem unconventional to you. But, and you must
believe me, the highs, the pleasures, that can be achieved are quite
incredible.’

Samantha paused and looked across at Lady Sonia. ‘To us, our tastes are conventional.
So, if you feel you can trust us, I, we, can introduce you both to sexual highs
that you cannot even dream about.’

Andy looked across at Lady Sonia, who had leant forward and was listening intently, a
look of fear, excitement and interest on her face. He caught her eye, and once
again she gave a slight nod of her head, but no smile this time, her fear of the
unknown prevented that. The sexual tension in the room tangible, and Andy knew
that he had to let himself go, had to find out what Samantha was talking about.
Finally he turned to her and smiled.

‘So, Samantha, where do we begin?’

Smiling, Samantha stood and took his hand, pulling him to his feet. As she did so,
Gerald also pulled Lady Sonia to her feet.

‘Remove all of your clothes now! Strip naked, both of you,’ Samantha commanded,
‘and kneel before us’

Lady Sonia started to protest, but remembered what Samantha had said earlier about
trusting them. In a curious way she did. After all she reflected, this seems
rather like some of my adventures years ago when I was still married.

Both Lady Sonia and Andy quickly stripped, and knelt before their hosts, as they had
been instructed. Immediately their hosts moved, Gerald behind Lady Sonia and Samantha
behind Andy, and applied, strapped, a leather blindfold to each.

‘This is the first part of the trust we asked of you, and you have both done
well’ Samantha took charge of the proceedings. ‘Now, you remember we promised to
show you our little wine cellar? That is where we are going now. When we get
you there you will find that it is rather different to any you may have seen
before”

The naked couple were helped to their feet and walked, led, slowly through the
house, with Gerald leading Lady Sonia by the hand. She could feel cold flagstones on
the soles of her bare feet as they started to descend steps to some lower level.
Her full nipples were hardening with the cold, but, somehow, her nakedness, her
vulnerability, excited her, even the fear of what was to come excited her. She
knew that, whatever was to happen, she had never felt this way before. She felt
a trickle of her wetness dribble down her leg as she walked, her smooth labia
doing nothing to retain or hide the signs of her arousal.

Andy followed with Samantha. He was somewhat embarrassed to be paraded like this,
especially as his body was, he thought, not as presentable as it was in the
past. What did Samantha see in him, he wondered, and, more to the point what was
in store for them?

Intruding on their thoughts, they heard a door being opened. They stepped into
a cold room, although they were aware of a heat source, possibly an open fire,
off to one side.

‘Now kneel before us again, and we shall remove the blindfolds.’ For the first
time in all of this Gerald had spoken.

Andy was aware of Lady Sonia beside him as they knelt, and reached out and squeezed
her hand slightly.

‘Do that again and you will be punished.’ Samantha said, her tone harsh.
Immediately their hands parted.

Lady Sonia knelt expectantly. Then she felt hands unstrapping the leather, the soft
leather, blindfold, removing it.

Finally, she was completely, totally naked: her and she could see the room. Her
eyes widened in surprise. There was no longer any doubt in her mind, this wine
cellar was unlike anything she could ever have imagined.

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 3 – In the Cellar.

Lady Sonia and Andy could do nothing but look around the room and the strange
apparatus and fittings that were visible even though the room was dimly lit.
Dimly lit indeed, with small lamps and the glow from a large open fire on one
side of the room. There were no windows visible, in fact, judging by the number
of steps they had walked down they were well below ground level. The room, no,
the cellar, was surprising in its size, wide and long with a high ceiling. As
they looked around it became more apparent that this was no ordinary cellar, no
ordinary room. It was nothing other than what appeared to be a fully equipped
dungeon, something almost from another age.

Samantha spoke harshly, ‘Stay there and do not move and listen very carefully
indeed!’

She and Gerald moved together to a pair of soft leather chairs that were placed
almost casually against the wall nearest Lady Sonia. They sat down without a sound
and stared at their naked guests for several minutes.

‘Now, we shall give you our rules here’ Gerald spoke quietly, in a tone which
suggested that he was used to giving orders and having those orders obeyed.
‘From this moment on you will speak only when we speak to you, and you will
always call us either Master, or Mistress. You will never look directly at us
unless we order it. Any failure to obey will be punished, and punished hard
indeed.’

He paused to let the words sink in, and, despite themselves, Lady Sonia and Andy kept
their eyes downcast and away from their captors faces. Captors? There was no
other way to describe their situation, they were kneeling, naked and obedient,
in front of two strong and dominant people, and there was no easy way for them
to move or escape. They had, after all come down here voluntarily and as far as
they could tell the only door had been locked as they came in.

‘Now, Gerald my dear, we shall treat the lady first’, Samantha looked at Lady Sonia, ‘and
you shall see what small delights await you. Stand up now.’

Lady Sonia stood, and, despite herself, her long legs trembled. She kept her head
bowed, afraid to move unless she caused some offence.

‘Walk in front of me, my dear, head high and arms straight by your sides.’

Lady Sonia walked slowly across the room towards the far wall.

‘Stop!’, the order was harsh. ‘Do you notice anything there, my dear, in front
of you?’

‘No, I don’t think so’ Lady Sonia answered, and, remembering quickly, ‘Mistress.’

‘Look carefully and you will see a door in the corner.’

Lady Sonia looked and, sure enough, a small door was indeed at the end of the wall,
in the corner, a door with a steel grill set high in it.

‘Yes Mistress, I see it now, Mistress.’

‘Go to it and stand there.’

Lady Sonia obeyed and stood naked and motionless in front of the door. A chill went
through her as she thought she heard a slight sound, almost a moan, and
definitely human. Yes, she thought, definitely a voice, no, voices, male and
female, very quiet but nevertheless voices, whispering.

Samantha came to her side and listened herself. She banged the door with her fist
and shouted ‘Silence, you know the penalties for disobeying me!’ The noises
ceased immediately.

Samantha addressed Lady Sonia again.

‘My dear, those are where my special guests are quartered. You may perhaps meet
them when it pleases me.’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’ Lady Sonia replied humbly.

‘Come let me take you round my room.’

As she spoke Samantha pushed Lady Sonia towards the side next to the door, beginning a
clockwise tour. All along the wall were arranged various lengths of chain,
straps and ropes, all neatly hanging in their place. A selection of cuffs,
steel, leather, padded and unpadded were neatly stored. Next to those Lady Sonia saw
some long metal bars, of different lengths, all with loops at each end and short
lengths of chain attached to them in the middle of each. There seemed to be an
endless supply of tools, of apparatus, all apparently designed to constrain, to
hold, and some even to hurt the recipient.

‘You like what you see, do you, my dear?’

‘Yes Mistress, I do!’, Lady Sonia croaked, her throat dry partly with fear and partly
with anticipation. She remembered her various experiments with bondage before
she had met Andy, and how her former husband had used her. Some of her
experiences were not good, but the general memory of those times was one of
strange and undeniable pleasures. She knew and understood what these devices
were for even though the selection was greater than she had ever seen before.
The sight of those familiar straps made her feel aroused despite her situation,
a moistness between her legs that, even by her standards, was more than normal.

‘Stop, slut!’ The voice was harsh.

‘What is the matter with you now, your nipples have swollen! Open your legs -
now!’

Lady Sonia stood stock still and opened her legs slightly.

‘Wider, slut, wider.’

Lady Sonia opened her legs as wide as she could, feeling the air between her legs and
on her damp, swollen, labia.

Samantha stood behind her and put one hand round and cupped Lady Sonia’s left breast,
lifting it and letting it fall.

‘Mmmmm, so nice and heavy, we shall have some fun with those sweet tits soon, my
lady’, her voice was slightly husky, and not as harsh as just a few moments
before. The other breast was cupped and squeezed and let fall, the weight of
the tits making them bounce slightly as they fell to their normal position.

‘Yes, we shall definitely have a lot of pleasure here. Do you object?’

Lady Sonia answered quickly, her own voice also a little husky, ‘Whatever pleases
you, my Mistress.’

‘What do you want slut?’

‘Mistress, please, I want you to play with my tits, pull them and hurt them if
that pleases you and Master.’

‘Let me check you more closely now’, a hand slowly felt between Lady Sonia’s open
legs. ‘Oh, what have we here?’ Samantha murmured, ‘You seem so wet.’ As she spoke
her fingers opened the wet swollen lips wide and one finger moved unerringly to
the small bud of the rapidly thickening clitoris. ‘Oh, yes, a slut indeed, so
wet and soft.’ The probing fingers continued, until two, or was it three,
fingers were slowly insinuated into Lady Sonia’s unresisting vagina.

‘Ah ha, you like that too do you my little slut?’, questioned her tormentor.

‘Yes Mistress, I do.’ Lady Sonia knew it was no good protesting and that whatever was
happening was inevitable.

‘Good, tell me exactly what you like my little slut, exactly what you like!’

Lady Sonia thought carefully about her reply, she understood that she was going to be
fully humiliated, or worse, and her memories of similar events when she was
married flooded into her mind.

‘Yes Mistress, I like you feeling me, I like you feeling my clit. I like you, I
like you… feeling my cunt, Mistress.’

‘Really, is that all, bitch?’

Lady Sonia was frightened, had she said too much, or not enough. Probably not
enough, she thought, hoped!

‘Mistress, I like you playing with my swollen clit, and my wet cunt, I am yours
to use as you wish Mistress.’

Lady Sonia sighed with relief as the answer came.

‘Good, you have done well. You may be rewarded later. Let us continue our
little tour.’

Along the next wall Lady Sonia saw some more complicated equipment. The cross, the
St Andrews cross was easily recognised, but there were some frames with
arrangements of pulleys and ropes that could only be used to hold the victim in
some form of torment, stretched, suspended or whatever the Master or Mistress
wished. Along the third wall there were several sets of stocks, designed to
hold the prisoner in various totally exposed positions, and at the end was a
pillory which seemed to have sufficient adjustments to make life very
uncomfortable for someone. All along the wall were endless sets of loops and
hooks, Lady Sonia presumed that these were for restraining in some manner or other.
Finally, along the last wall, next to the chairs, but on the other side to the
fire, was what could only be a rack, large wide and long with pulleys ropes and
bars for every conceivable use. And, what was that, on the other side of the
fireplace, in the furthest corner was what could only be a wooden horse, a
wooden pony, a device she knew from previous experience, could be very very
uncomfortable, very uncomfortable indeed..

‘You like what you see, slut?’ The question from Gerald shocked Lady Sonia, who had
almost forgotten his presence.

‘Y-y-yes Master, yes Master’, she stuttered.

Her new Mistress spoke again, ‘My dear, you didn’t look up did you?’

‘No, Mistress. May I do so Mistress?’

The answer was more an instruction than an affirmative and Lady Sonia immediately
looked up. Hanging from the ceiling were a number of ropes, chains and bars and
it was clear than any or all of these could easily be used for restraint as and
when desired.

‘Now my dear, move to the center of the room and stand on that stage.’

Lady Sonia looked, and realised that the centre of the room was in fact slightly
raised and had various hooks around the edge, obviously for later use.

‘Your first lesson will begin!’, Samantha ordered. ‘Stand with your legs wide and
your hands behind your head!’

Lady Sonia obeyed, aware that her wetness was very obvious and, with her arms high,
her heavy breasts were jutting out emphasising the swollen nipples, set
sosweetly in the center of her large dark brown areolae.

‘Stand still, slut, and remember that this is the position you will hold at all
times unless I order otherwise.’

‘Yes Mistress.’ Lady Sonia breathed a sigh of relief, fearing more severe
punishment. She stood for a while and then, despite herself, she eased her
position slightly.

‘Slut, you moved. Moved without permission!’ Samantha came across and slapped
Lady Sonia’s heavy tits, one after the other until they glowed red and seemed to
bounce uncontrollably.

‘You need some assistance I can see’, and, as she was saying this, Lady Sonia heard
the chink of chains being lowered down above her. Samantha grabbed Lady Sonia’s right
wrist and quickly strapped a thick leather cuff around it, then the left wrist
was treated similarly. The cuffed wrists were hooked, fixed in some way, to the
chains. Kneeling down she fixed a spreader bar and cuffs to Lady Sonia’s ankles.
Lady Sonia felt the chains tightening and her arms were drawn tightly over her head
until she was stood on tip toe.

‘Now, my little bitch, my slut, you can stand like this while you miserable
partner is given his instructions by the Master.’

Lady Sonia knew she had to respond, but all she could do was to murmur ‘Thank you
Mistress, thank you.’

She knew that she was held firmly and even as the ache in her arms grew she knew
that the strain of standing on tip toe would be worse. She dreamed of wearing
her heels again, at least there would be some relief. Little did she know that
some of the torments to come would answer her thoughts, but in a much harsher
way than she could dream.

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 4 – Andy in Training

Andy knelt, head bowed towards the stone floor, listening to the sounds of Lady Sonia
and Samantha moving about the of the room. He could not resist raising his head a
little to see what was going on, and he watched as best he could while his lover
was paraded around, until he felt a strong hand on the back of his head, pushing
it back down into position.

‘Your time will come Andy, now keep your head down, or you will make it worse
for yourself.’ Gerald’s voice, quietly, almost soothingly, but with an edge of
menace, came from beside him. Andy kept his head down for the rest of the time
that Lady Sonia was being shown around. In spite of himself, he could feel a rush of
blood to his loins and felt his cock start to harden slightly once more. He
knew that there was no point fighting it, knew that his desires were about to be
uncovered, and revealed to him. Desires that he had kept to himself for a long
time. Desires he had not even discussed with Lady Sonia.

His thoughts of what was to come were interrupted when he heard Samantha speak.

‘Now, my little bitch, my slut, you can stand like this while your miserable
partner is given his instructions by the Master.’

He almost raised his head at these words, but remembering what Gerald had said
earlier, he managed to catch himself just in time, and remained kneeling with
his head bowed.

‘Now, Andy it is time for you to be shown around. Raise your head, and stand.’
Gerald’s voice came from behind him.

As he stood his eyes moved around the room, taking it in, and then he saw Lady Sonia,
exposed on the small raised stage. He saw how her legs were held apart by a
metal pole attached to both ankles, and how she was forced to stand on tip-toes.
It was obvious that to all intents and purposes she was suspended in the air.
His eyes widened , and his semi-erect cock gave an involuntary tremor as he saw
how Lady Sonia had been treated. Suddenly his view was blocked as Gerald came to stand
in front of him.

‘You did well to stay knelt for that length of time, Andy,’ Gerald smiled, ‘with
only one minor infraction. However from now on I will not be so forgiving. No
more errors, do you hear me?’

‘Yes Sir,’

Gerald reached out and grabbed Andy’s right nipple, twisting it viciously. ‘What
is the correct response?’

‘Yes Master, sorry Master.’ Andy corrected himself immediately, feeling relief
as his nipple was released.

‘Let that be a lesson to you, my slave!’

Gerald stood back and inspected Andy, walking all around him, looking him up and
down. Once again, in spite of himself, Andy felt his organ start to rise.

‘Have you ever been with a man before slave?’ Gerald, with a glint in his eye,
asked as he stood in front of him.

‘No Master, I haven’t’ Andy replied, not altogether convincingly. Nobody knew,
he was sure, but he had always taken an interest, an intense interest, in the
goings on in some mens rooms. His eyes had often roamed around the changing
room at the gym. In fact he had often wondered what it would be like to go with
a man, but had never taken that step. He wondered if this was to be the night.

Almost immediately his thoughts were answered when he heard Gerald say ‘Well we
shall have to see what we can do about that shan’t we? I can see you are not
turned off by the idea.’

Andy looked at Gerald staring at his hardened cock. As he circled him, he slapped
a riding crop against the back of his leg. Reaching out with the crop, Gerald
trailed it over Andy’s cock, slowly starting on the topmost side, stroking it
along to the dark red swollen tip. Finally he trailed it around the pronounced
rim and down along the underside. As he reached the base Gerald could not resist
flicking it over the pendulous balls. Andy felt his cock strain at this new
touch, and hoped he could control himself, sensing that to cum would be
punished. Probably severely punished. Gerald, perhaps sensing this, gave a last
flick, and then the crop was gone from his balls.

Gerald moved round behind him. ‘Bend and touch your toes slave, and prepare for
inspection.’

As he did so Andy saw the Gerald’s feet close behind him. He felt a cold
sensation on his puckered hole, as some kind of lubrication was applied. This
did not worry him, as he had touched himself in this way many times before, and
had even used a dildo at times. Even so he had never been touched there by any
one else, not even Lady Sonia in some of their wilder moments. Finally he felt
Gerald’s middle finger, or perhaps fingers, enter him, pushing gently, until
finally it, they, was all the way in, and he felt himself being probed.

‘Good, good, plenty of room for play there. If you have not been with a man
before you must have used a dildo on yourself. Am I correct?’

‘Yes Master.’, Andy blushed, realising that Lady Sonia would now know too.

‘Good!’ Gerald beamed and turned to his wife, who had watched and listened for the
whole of the inspection. ‘You want to inspect our new toy too, my love? He
seems almost perfect for us, in fact they both do.’

‘Why thank you my dear! Perhaps you should introduce yourself properly to
Lady Sonia.’, Samantha smiled at her husband, ‘Inspect her while I examine this
specimen.’

Immediately Gerald turned on his heel, and walked across to where Lady Sonia hung.

Andy turned his attention were turned to Samantha as she approached, her dress
flowing and her spike heels tapping on the stone floor as she did.

‘Were you watching me approach slave?’ Samantha snapped.

‘No Mistress’ he replied, remembering too late the instructions he had been
given earlier. He hoped that Samantha had not noticed his furtive look.

Samantha reached down and took Andy by the balls, squeezing tightly, her painted
nails digging into their underside. Andy gasped with the pain, but could not
resist the feeling as his erection intensified.

‘Don’t you ever lie to me again slave!! That is the worst thing you can do.
Punishment will be both swift and painful, understand?’ Samantha hissed in his ear.

‘Yes, Mistress’ Andy gasped as the torment continued.

‘Now, were you watching me?’ Samantha asked again, with more force in her voice.

‘Yes, Mistress. I was Mistress!!’ there was fear in his voice now.

‘That’s better, and don’t think just because you have been honest with me that
it means you will not be punished’ she warned. With this she released his balls
and moved to the side of the room, returning with what appeared to be a whip
with a number of separate strands. Lady Sonia would have recognised it as a
short-tail.

‘Now bend down, grab your ankles, and accept what you deserve, what you perhaps
truly want and need!’

Andy obeyed. As he did so he glanced up the room, and caught a brief sight of
Gerald touching Lady Sonia, touching her between the legs, and he shuddered at the
thought of what she was going through. Little did he know that she was
enjoying, lusting for, the attention she was receiving. More, her juices were
flowing copiously. Her excitement was growing with each of the pegs that Gerald
was attaching to her swollen labia.

Andy became more aware of his own position by the first blow from the
short-tail, which landed firmly and squarely across his widely exposed ass. It
was stinging like nothing he had known before. Even so, once the sting had
subsided a warmth overcame him, only to be replaced by the sting from the next
blow. Six times in total the tails struck his tender cheeks and each time he
gasped and cried out with the pain.

‘Now stand up my sweet slave-boy, and look at me’ Samantha returned to stand wide
legged in front of him. ‘You took that well – considering.’ She smiled at him.

‘At least I think I am right. This is the first time you have enjoyed such
sweet pleasures?’ Samantha stared intently, fixing her gaze on his tear stained
eyes.

‘Yes Mistress, it is Mistress’ Andy gasped.

‘Well I think we are going to have to take your training one step at a time, but
you have pleased me so far, despite your disobedience.’

Her eyes dropped to his cock, which by now was straining. He had never known it
to be this hard, this swollen and with the head felt ready to burst. He had
begun to enjoy, intensely enjoy, the pleasure he was getting from his
predicament. He craved more and more as Samantha stared at his erection. His ass
still glowed warmly from the flogging, as a reminder of what would happen if he
forgot the rules again.

Samantha moved closer to him and took his swollen cock gently in her hand, teasing
along it’s length with her nails.

‘Is this the effect I had on you when we were upstairs slave? When you caught
sight of my naked thighs? Did you grow hard for me then?’ Samantha paused in her
questioning. ‘Did you wonder what it would be like to push that hardness into
me?’

‘Yes Mistress, I did.’ Andy felt he had to be honest.

‘And did you wonder if that is what was waiting for you tonight? If that was
why we had invited you here?’ she asked. Samantha took a firmer grip on his shaft
and started to stroke, trailing her long, red painted, nails along and under the
rim.

‘Oh yes Mistress, yes I did.’ Andy replied, almost a little too eagerly.

‘Well you were wrong,’ Samantha hissed, ‘that miserable thing is not worthy of my
wetness! Until you have been trained a lot more you will never get it near me,
and certainly not tonight!’ With this she released his cock, which she had
skilfully bought close to the point of no return with her stroking. She stood
back looking at the trace of pre-cum glistening on the end of his erection.

‘Now it is time to show you our little pleasure palace. I usually like to lead
my slaves by their cocks, but I suspect that you will make a mess of my hand if
I do that right now, so I shall have to try something else.’

Samantha turned on her heel, her needle spiked heel, and moved once again to the
side wall. Andy took advantage of her turned back to see what fate had befallen
Lady Sonia. He was shocked to see that the Gerald had covered her shaven labia and
jutting tits with clothes pins. Her mouth appeared to be filled with what could
only be a ball attached to some kind of harness. Lady Sonia’s head was thrown back
so that he could not see her eyes.

The sound of the spiked heels returning, bought his eyes back to the floor, as
he awaited her return.

‘Lift your head’ Samantha ordered.

He obeyed and saw that she stood in front of him with a small collar and leash.
She moved towards him and strapped the collar round the root of his erect cock,
cinching it tight around his sac, before attaching the leash to it. ‘Now I shall
show you some of the pleasures that we have in store for you, as you are new to
this, I shall permit you to ask any questions you want, about anything you see.
But, be warned this is the only time you will be given this opportunity, is that
clear?’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress’ Andy replied, still aware of the strength of
his erection.

‘Excellent!’ Samantha smiled. ‘Follow me’.

She set off around the room, leading him as she went, pointing out various
pieces of equipment to him, and answering his questions as they occurred.
Finally brought him, with the collar still firmly strapped around his swollen
cock, to stand in front of Lady Sonia and Gerald, before ordering him to kneel at her
side.

Andy obeyed without question, and knelt with his back straight, and head bowed,
not daring to look at Lady Sonia or the attentions she had been given while he had
been with his Mistress.

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 5 – The Decision

Andy stayed motionless as ordered, but he could hear soft moans from Lady Sonia. He
knew that his new Master and Mistress had gone over to her and were, he
imagined, inspecting her torment in greater detail.

As he knelt and waited, Lady Sonia watched her captors walk towards her. Gerald stood
in front of her and she could see that, judging by the bulge in his trousers, he
was quite excited, quite aroused, by her predicament. She wondered if he was
going to make use of her, now, or later. Despite herself she couldn’t help
wondering what it would be like, and she glanced across to Andy. He was still
kneeling but even now, after his whipping, his cock was standing proud, hard and
swollen; even harder, it seemed, than it had ever been when they had made love.

Lady Sonia’s thoughts were disturbed by Samantha, who had moved behind her. ‘Do those
little pegs hurt you, my dear?’.

Lady Sonia, unable to speak, nodded her head.

‘Would you like me to remove them?’ Lady Sonia nodded again and tried to speak
through her gag.

Samantha looked at her husband for his reaction.

‘Oh yes my dear, you love doing that so much, I know!’.

With his approval, Lady Sonia could feel the warm soft hand of Samantha, her new
Mistress, move round her body and cup her tormented right breast.

‘Mmmmmmm, how nicely it glows with those pegs, perhaps you really like them
after all!’. As Samantha spoke she removed the pegs around the tormented breast
one by one, not gently but more by pulling them so that, as they relinquished
their firm embrace, of the tender flesh they snapped shut. They left her breast
with a final gentle click. As the pegs were removed Lady Sonia slowly regained some
sensation in her pinched flesh. Only the final peg, firmly on her nipple,
remained.

‘Would you like this’, Samantha flicked the final peg, ‘to be removed as well, my
Dear?’

Again, Lady Sonia nodded, by this time her eyes wet with tears.

‘I warn you, when this peg comes off it will hurt more than it does now!’

Lady Sonia felt the grip of the peg ease on her swollen throbbing red nipple and, as
it did, she felt the blood pulsing into the bruised flesh. Samantha was right, as
the blood flowed the pain in her nipple surged and pounded before it slowly
subsided.

‘There, my sweet, you see, not too bad after all was it?’

Lady Sonia could only shake her head.

Then, without any warning she felt Samantha’s hand cup and squeeze her breast,
gently kneading it and slowly, so slowly, so very slowly, teasing her nipple
into full hardness again. Despite herself, Lady Sonia shuddered. Her extended
position, on tip toe was becoming quite painful; her toes could ease the
tensions only a little. As the pleasure of the fondling continued, the
uncontrollable shudders she made had the effect of relaxing her legs and making
her suspended position more and more uncomfortable.

‘Oh, yes, you see, you like that, you like that a lot, don’t you?’. Samantha
murmured.

Lady Sonia nodded again.

‘Let us lower her slightly, shall we, she can stand on her feet, take the strain
off her toes and relax a little.’ Gerald spoke for the first time, ‘Oh, yes,’ he
looked at Samantha, ‘if we remove her gag, she will learn how to speak to her
superiors too.’

Lady Sonia was silently grateful as the chain was eased and her weight could be taken
on her feet rather than her toes. Her poor toes, they ached so much now that
she wondered how she had ever managed to handle the pain. Bliss indeed! Her
arms were still extended, still holding her erect, her large breasts till
jutting proudly.

Samantha released the strap holding the gag and removed the ball from Lady Sonia’s
mouth.

‘You did well my dear, was that the first time you have been gagged like that?’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’, Lady Sonia replied, thankful that she seemed to
have found the right words to show her position as a slave.

Samantha continued caressing and kneading Lady Sonia’s tender right breast.

‘Would you like me to remove the other pegs now, slut?’

Lady Sonia thought briefly about her reply.

‘Yes, if that is what my Mistress wishes.’

Clearly she had said the right thing, as Samantha, began removing the clips from
her other breast, finishing by removing the cruel grip on her nipple. Lady Sonia
tensed with the pain, but felt another smooth warm soft hand slide around to cup
her other breast. It felt so nice so good, after the prolonged torment. She was
well aware of the pleasure that Gerald had had in inflicting the torment on her
flesh.

Samantha kneaded and squeezed and pulled Lady Sonia’s generous breasts, slowly but
surely shifting the focus of her attention to the nipples. Lady Sonia was aware that
they were being pinched gently and slowly pulled and extended, rubbed along
almost like rubbing a little cock in fact. She felt the pleasure pain of the
pulling exciting, arousing her once again.

‘You like that, my slave?’, Samantha whispered in her ear, ‘you want some more of
my special treatment?’

‘Yes, Mistress, please use my breasts, no, sorry Mistress, my tits, please use
my tits as it pleases you. Please use my nipples Mistress.’ Lady Sonia began to
wriggle slightly within her bonds as waves of pleasure flowed over her.

She looked across at Andy, still kneeling, but, disobeying his earlier
instructions, watching her torment with wide eyes. Lady Sonia had never entreated
him like that when he had indulged in such caresses. Even so, he thought, ‘I
can’t really complain, she is being pleasured and my cock is still hard and
swollen’. Indeed it was, he couldn’t remember the last time he had sustained
such a firm and proud erection for such a long time. Despite himself, despite
his predicament he was aroused, perhaps more aroused for longer than he had ever
thought possible.

Gerald glanced over at Andy, and, seeing his erect and swollen throbbing cock,
called across to him ‘You seem to enjoy this, my slave. Do you mind if we
continue with your sweet lady for a while longer?’

‘Yes Master, please use her as you and Mistress wish.’ Andy replied hoarsely,
knowing that he had no choice in the matter.

‘Oh, we will, we will!’, Gerald replied, and, moving as he spoke, towards Lady Sonia,
he gently flicked the remaining clips on her, by now, swollen labia.

‘Shall I remove them now’, he spoke to his wife, ‘or do you wish the pleasure?’

Samantha shook her head, ‘No my dear, I am enjoying these heavy tits, and I know
you want to feel her wetness so much.’

Gerald was clearly happy to accept the offer and he began to remove the pegs from
each labial lip. As with her nipples, Lady Sonia felt the surge of pain as the blood
returned to the tender flesh, the moist tender flesh.

‘Is that better my dear’, Gerald leered at her ‘did you like being clipped like
that?’

Lady Sonia had to agree, as a slave she had no choice, except in the form of words
that she used.

‘Yes, my Master, I only wish to please you. If you wish to clip my labia I will
beg for you if that is what you wish.’

‘Bitch! I did not understand that!’, Gerald snapped, as he tugged on the tender
flesh.

‘Oh my Master I am so sorry, I will always enjoy it whenever you wish to put
clips or pegs on my cunt lips. My cunt is here to please you and Mistress.’

‘Better, slut, remember to choose your words carefully in future.’ Lady Sonia
gasped as she felt his fingers search for her soft wet opening, and gasped again
as she felt him probing deeper and deeper.

‘Thank you Master, thank you’, she gasped, knowing instinctively that she had to
thank him for his every action.

The fingers continued probing and, despite herself, Lady Sonia, with her nipples
still being stimulated by Samantha and her softest tenderest recesses being probed
by Gerald, felt that she could no longer resist the inevitable orgasm.

Suddenly Samantha spoke, from behind her.

‘No, my dear, you will not cum yet, not until we wish it!’ As she spoke she let
Lady Sonia’s nipples free and noted with satisfaction that the heavy tits settled and
hung down in their new found freedom. Just as suddenly the probing, pleasing
fingers were removed.

‘Now lick your juices from my fingers bitch, lick them clean, now!’

Lady Sonia greedily licked her juices from the fingers that had so recently invaded
her, revelling in the sweet taste of her own juices. She had never told anyone,
not even Andy, that one of her secret pleasures had always been to finger
herself, to thrust deeply into herself and then to lick her juices. It was a
secret that she had successfully hidden, but, did she but know it, it was a
secret that she would soon reveal to her captors, and to any others that wished
it.

Through all of this Andy had been trying to keep still but, despite himself, the
pleasure of watching his lover being tormented by another man, and another
woman, was almost unbearable. He thought that he would almost ejaculate, almost
cum, with nothing other than visual stimulation, a dream he had long had. As
far as he could recall the only times he had ejaculated without any physical
stimulation were way back in his distant youth, in the days when he had
discovered, or so he thought, the unique, to him, pleasures of masturbation.
His mind wandered a little and he recalled how since his early teens he had
masturbated at least once every day, and even as he reached into his thirties it
was a habit, no, a pleasure, an intense pleasure, that he enjoyed.

As Gerald and Samantha walked over it was obvious that they had a clear understanding
of his thoughts.

‘I suppose you would like to cum, slave’, Gerald asked him, with a smile playing
over his lips.

‘Yes my Master, if it is your pleasure I would dearly like to cum. May I have
your permission please Master, please Mistress’.

They looked at each other and smiled.

‘Well, my dear, shall we? Samantha spoke, ‘Perhaps I should make a start for you.’

As she spoke she walked a little closer to the kneeling submissive and eased off
her right boot.

Andy glanced at it briefly, taking in the smooth black leather, the high spike
heel, before he averted his gaze.

‘Ha, never fear, you will be seeing a lot of my shoes, my boots and my feet in
future, more than seeing, in fact!’, Samantha smiled.

‘But first, let me try this.’

As she finished speaking she lifted her now bare foot, her smooth painted toes
clearly slightly damp from their confinement in the soft leather. She began to
caress the throbbing cock, from the tip, down the swollen shaft and back again.
After a few stokes, she concentrated on the swollen head, and as she did so she
could see streaks of pre-cum on her smooth bare toes.

‘Oh no, slave, we will stop there, I think’, Samantha removed her foot, slipping
into her boot. ‘Well, my dear, what do you think of his cock? Will it be
satisfactory do you think?’

Gerald looked at her and reached over, and, to Andy’s horror, he grasped the
swollen phallus and squeezed it.

‘Hmmmmmmm, very good, nice and thick and a good length too!’, Gerald murmured as
he gave the warm throbbing member a few gentle strokes.

Despite himself Andy felt a thrill, he had often wondered about another man’s
cock, and how it would feel and how it would feel to have another man feeling
his erection. Nice! He decided that he definitely enjoyed the sensation. Gerald
stopped his stroking.

‘Like that did you, want some more do you?’

‘Yes my owner, my Master,’ Andy couldn’t believe his answer, ‘I want that so
much, will you allow me to cum as you stroke my cock Master?’

Gerald shook his head.

‘No, neither you, or that woman,’, looking at Lady Sonia, ‘will ever cum without our
permission.’

Samantha moved away and settled in her fireside chair, joined by Gerald. They looked
at the two captives, Lady Sonia, naked, and stood barefoot, with her arms still held
above her head, and Andy, naked, kneeling and still with an erection.

Samantha, who was obviously the more dominant partner, spoke at last.

‘Yes we have decided. You would both make excellent slaves. Are you willing to
join us?’ She stared intently at Lady Sonia. ‘Before you answer you should be aware
that if you do you will suffer many pains and torments, you will both be
humiliated, in front of us and in front of others.’

Lady Sonia looked at her wide eyed while Andy remained expressionless.

‘You will serve us in any way we wish, and if the fancy takes us we will use
either or both of you for our own sexual pleasures.’

Lady Sonia looked across at Andy and an almost imperceptible nod passed between them.

‘Hmmmmmmm’, Samantha continued, ‘so far so good! We shall also use you both to
give pleasure to others, as and when we desire. But,’ she raised her voice, ‘be
aware that once you say yes and agree there will be no turning back. We shall
OWN you, is that clearly understood?’

She looked at Lady Sonia, who nodded, and then at Andy who went to speak, thought
better of it, and nodded.

‘Excellent!’ Gerald continued the conversation. ‘Let me tell you of our rules,
they are few but fair, and we shall never break them or allow any of our friends
to break them. You will be used sexually in any way that pleases us. You will be
beaten, cropped, caned, whipped or whatever we wish. You will endure these
instruments of pain and pleasure you see around you, whenever we wish.’ Gerald
paused and stood up.

‘But, and take note of this, you will never be hurt beyond your capacity
forenduring. We will mark your skin, stripe it, but we will never break it.
Wewill never draw blood. We will never cause any permanent damage. We will
never pierce you or burn you. Other than that we will be free to use you as we
wish.’ Gerald moved closer to the couple.

‘Understood?’

Again Lady Sonia and Andy nodded acceptance.

‘Finally, before you speak your acceptance, we will give you a safeword.’ Gerald
continued, looking at his wife, who nodded her approval. ‘A word that either of
you may use whenever the torment or experience you are undergoing is too much
for you. A word that you will use only at the extremes of your endurance. If
you use it lightly and for no good reason you may expect to be punished without
mercy, do you understand, without mercy!’

Again the pair nodded acceptance.

‘Excellent!’, Samantha continued the conversation, ‘in that case I ask you the
question,’ she looked at Lady Sonia, ‘Lady Sonia, do you accept that you will become our
slave to use as we wish?’

Lady Sonia thought but briefly and nodded, ‘Yes Mistress, I accept. I want serve you
and Master in any way you desire.’

Samantha nodded, ‘Good, I accept you as a slave. And now you, Andy’, she looked
across the room.

Without hesitation Andy replied ‘Yes Mistress, I accept, please use me as your
slave.’

Samantha nodded once more. ‘There is one final formality to observe, for both of
you the safeword, the word you will only use at your very limits will be Mercy’,
do you both understand?’

Again there were nods of acceptance.

Now that the business, as it were, was settled, both Gerald and Samantha relaxed a
little.

‘Now you are here,’ Gerald spoke first, ‘you may stop for the rest of this
weekend. I know you both have a week’s vacation due so I suggest you both stop
with us for a few days.

Lady Sonia looked at Andy and smiled. ‘We can begin your training and you can learn
the true pleasures of a submissive, of a slave. Is that acceptable?’

Gerald knew that in any case they would stay.

He was in fact the owner of the company which employed them both, even though
they were unaware of the fact. Most of his employees thought that he was merely
some kind of figurehead for an absentee owner, someone who never visited the
facility. As the owner, of course, he had absolute power and could easily
arrange for them to be absent, or even, he thought, smiling, sent ‘on a course’,
a ploy he had used to obtain the two slaves that he was currently holding in the
corridor that Lady Sonia had approached earlier.

Lady Sonia and Andy, in unison, both answered, ‘Yes Master!’

Samantha stood up and moved towards he husband.

‘That is settled, we will make arrangements for your sleeping quarters, remain
there, still and silent, until we return.’

As they left the room Lady Sonia and Andy pondered their fate.

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 6 – Threesome

The door clicked shut behind Samantha and Gerald.

Lady Sonia and Andy relaxed as much as their positions would allow, although both
were aware that they would have to return instantly to their proper position
before the door opened. The door had not been locked so that there would be
little warning.

They looked at one another from their places in the dungeon. Dungeon, not a
cellar, not a wine cellar, but a dungeon, where they knew that they would be
spending many hours in the days and weeks to come. Neither dared to speak, but
they took comfort from each others presence and the fond smiles that passed
between them.

Both now knew that this was what they wanted, what they craved.

For Andy it was an admission of needs and desires that could be traced back to
past experiences. As these thoughts ran through his head, his cock, which had
softened a little since Samantha and Gerald left the room, started to swell again.

He, became aware of an ache, deep within his pulsing shaft telling, signs of a
cum that waiting to explode, an intense and overpowering orgasm.

For her part, Lady Sonia, stood on the stage, her arms still held high and wide by
her shackles, glad that the suspension had bee relieved and that her bare feet,
her sore toes could rest comfortably upon the hard surface.. She too was lost
in her thoughts.

Her mind ran over the events of the past few hours, and she felt a familiar
warmth in her cunt grow and surge once more. She had experienced feelings like
this before. The feeling of submission. The feeling of being used. Her
marriage had been like this, submitting, being used, being abused. This was
somehow more powerful, and more intense, and perhaps even more pleasurable.

Samantha and Gerald obviously knew how to exploit a willing victim, how to bring her
to the brink of sublime release and then deny the ultimate pleasure. Lady Sonia had
to admit to herself that the constant feeling, on the edge of release, was in
some perverse way, almost a release in itself. She shuddered at the thought of
what was to come, feeling her warm sweet juices building inside her. She tried
to control her feelings: after all she could be being observed in some secret
way.

They were both shaken from their reverie by the sound of the door opening once
more. Samantha entered the room, the dungeon and Lady Sonia quickly realised that she
had changed into a more informal dress, more a simple robe in fact, and this
time she was wearing simple high, spike heeled mules on her feet Gerald followed
her, but appeared not have changed in any way

‘Now, my dears, are you ready to move?’ Both nodded, not daring to speak. ‘We
have prepared your rooms for tonight, they will have to do until we can move you
into your permanent, more suitable. quarters.’

Samantha walked towards them

‘You will rest,’ she smiled, ‘for tonight, and your proper training will begin
in the morning. I can promise you that no further punishment, no serious
punishment, will be given tonight. You may relax a little, at least for a
while.’ She smiled broadly. ‘Understand?’

‘Yes Mistress’ they replied together, thankful that, for now at least, they
could relax.

As Samantha had been talking, Gerald had gone to Lady Sonia and released her wrists,
rubbing them to ease the soreness and discomfort that would build with the
return of the normal circulation. For Lady Sonia, the feeling of release was a
combination of pleasure and disappointment. She knew that more would follow,
and, that, with time she would experience everything, every pleasure, she craved
and more. Gerald led her to stand beside the kneeling Andy. He motioned Andy to
stand up .

‘Now my slaves, we will take you to your quarters. We intend that your time
with us will be a long and pleasant one, for all concerned.’ Samantha smiled
wickedly as she said this, and bought her hands from behind her back. From each
dangled a leather leash. She handed one to her husband, and leant across and
fixed it around Andy’s smooth neck. Gerald was doing the same to Lady Sonia.

‘Come, stand up, and follow us to your rooms, your separate rooms.’, she turned
at stared at the naked couple. ‘You are of course quite aware that you two will
not be allowed to share a room, a bed, together at any time while you stay with
us. Unless, of course, we decide that such a treat would amuse us! Is that
clear?’

‘Yes Mistress’

‘Thank you Mistress’

They were led through the corridors which ran underneath the entire house, until
they came to one similar to those in so many hotels. with several doors on
either side.

Gerald stood in front of one with Lady Sonia, while Samantha and Andy stood in front of
another, on the opposite side of the corridor.

Samantha moved forward, opened the door, and led Andy into a sparsely decorated
room, with no windows. In the centre of the room he saw a large bed with an
iron frame, with leather cuffs which hung from chains at each bed post. Andy
wondered what was going to happen to him for the rest of this night. The walls
were painted white, and in the left corner stood a small table. On this was a
large, widescreen, television set, the only obvious sign of normality in the
room. There was an open door to the right hand wall, and, moving forwards a
couple of paces, he could see that this led to a bathroom, with a toilet, sink
and large shower cubicle.

His thoughts were disturbed by his new Mistress, ‘Turn around, slave, and sit on
the bed.’

Andy obeyed, and as he turned he noted that Samantha had let down her long black
hair, and shaken it out, so that it flowed over her face, and down her back.
She moved towards him.

‘Now, I am as good as my word slave, for this night you will relax and enjoy.
This is about pleasure. No pain or punishment, I promise you.’ Samantha stared
into his eyes. ‘But, you are still under my command, and will not question
anything that happens, and I mean anything. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Mistress’ Andy replied and began to smile to himself.

‘Now lie back on the bed, and get yourself comfortable, while I go get some
things from the bathroom.’

Andy laid back on the bed, and rested his head on the pillow, feeling a tremor
in his partly erect cock, as he wondered, hopefully, what was to happen next.

Samantha returned from the bathroom, carrying a small tray, holding a bowl of warm
water, a small pair of scissors, a tin of shaving foam, a razor and a towel.

Andy didn’t need to ask what this was to be for, he was only thankful that it
was a safety razor and not an open one! He felt his cock stiffen more at the
thought, as he had shaved himself at times in the past. He loved it, the
heightened sensitivity that it brought was wonderful.

‘I can see from your face that you know what is about to happen.’ Samantha took a
small cloth from the bowl of water ‘We both prefer our slaves to be shaven, and
were pleased when we found that Lady Sonia had done herself already. You were a
disappointment to us, but we shall soon put that right.’

She reached out and moistened Andy’s pubic area. Placing the cloth back in the
bowl, she took the scissors and began to snip and cut away at the dark hair,
gradually cutting it back to little more than stubble. Satisfied, picked up the
tin of foam. By now the effect on Andy’s cock was self-evident. It was rock
hard, a slight tremor making it move with his pounding pulse. Samantha sprayed a
small quantity of the foam into the palm of her hand, and began to slowly spread
it around the stiff proud cock and swollen balls. Once she had covered the
whole area, she wiped her hands, picked up the razor. . Taking her time, she
slowly and skilfully worked the razor over and through the foam, shaving away
every trace of the stubble. Holding his hard cock in one hand she moved it to
allow her to access every last fold in his flesh.

Finally she sat up, ‘This is the last time I will do this for you, you are to
keep yourself shaved like this from now on. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.’

‘Good!’ With this she lowered her head and softly kissed the swollen, throbbing
dark red head.

He gasped with pleasure, and moaned with delight as she opened her mouth and
slid her mouth over his glans, stimulating the shaft with her tongue as she did
so. Andy was struggling to control his instincts, he was not sure he could hold
back any longer. The moment of release was fast approaching as Samantha removed
her mouth from him, and stood at the side of the bed.

‘It won’t be long now, slave, and you will have all the release you desire. Be
patient!’ She turned on her heel and returned the tray into the bathroom. Andy
looked longingly at her as she walked. He was desperate to reach down to stroke
his cock. Masturbation was all he could think of. He needed, wanted, was
desperate for, release. He knew this would be punished severely, and struggled
to resist his urges. He hoped desperately that her last words to him were
indeed true.

Samantha came out of the bathroom, and switched on the television before walking
out of the room, turning and speaking to Andy as she went.

‘You wait there, I shall come soon.’

He lay on the bed, and sighed. He wanted his Mistress so badly, any woman in
fact at this moment. How long would it be before Samantha returned? What would
happen when she did? Questions raced through his mind. The only answer he had
was simple. He was no longer in control. He had to do exactly as he was told.
In a strange way this actually thrilled him. Lying still on his bed he let his
close, until suddenly he was startled by the sound of the television in the
corner coming to life.

He opened his eyes and looked. What he saw made him sit upright. Made him
stare in amazement.

Displayed on the screen, unashamedly, was Lady Sonia. On her knees! Her hands were
clutching the metal rails at the head of the bed. Behind her was Gerald. Gerald
was naked! Gerald was thrusting hard, hard and fast, into her. Andy watched
fascinated, as the door, just visible at the edge of the screen, opened.

Samantha walked in, smiling. Neither Gerald nor Lady Sonia looked round as she entered.
Gerald did not miss a single thrusting, pounding, stroke. Lady Sonia was obviously
enjoying herself. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was wide open with
delight. Andy scrambled off the bed, and turned the volume higher. Immediately
the room was filled with Lady Sonia’s moans and cries.

Andy returned to lay on the bed, and watched, enthralled, as Samantha came to the
side of the bed, and dropped her dress from her shoulders. She was wearing a
brief, incredibly brief, quarter bra, that merely adorned her full breasts,
together with an equally brief thong. Other than those two flimsy, but
nevertheless erotic, garments, she was smoothly naked. She had a superb body,
with a narrow waist, slim hips, both accentuated by full, firm breasts, with
large dark circles around her obviously erect nipples. She removed her
remaining garments and stood watching the frantic coupling on the bed.

As he watched he saw Samantha slide onto the bed and under Lady Sonia, until she was
between her legs. All the while, Gerald continued to thrust hard into Lady Sonia, and
Samantha’s movements were so natural, so practised, so synchronised that it looked
like it had been practised by her and Gerald many times before.

Samantha began using her tongue, alternating between Lady Sonia’s clitoris and Gerald’s
shaft as it continued to pound relentlessly into of Lady Sonia’s wet engorged cunt.
Lady Sonia’s screams, alternating with throaty moans, intensified, and Andy knew
that she would cum soon, although, in his times with her he had never heard her
scream like this. He could see that Lady Sonia was gripping the rail even harder.
Clearly, the pressure that had been building would soon be released. Samantha and
Gerald’s movements became a blur as they pushed Lady Sonia closer and closer to her
climax until finally she threw her head back, and let out a long and piercing
scream which came from deep within. Her whole body shook, as she was wracked
with pleasure. Andy realised that the whole time he had been watching, he had
been, not consciously, if that were possible, stroking himself. He masturbated
so frequently that in a situation like this he behaved as he had always behaved.
This, however, was not the place, and not the time, to indulge his special
pleasure. He reached his own unavoidable climax and spurted copious amounts
onto his flat shaven stomach.

He had cum, and cum hard, and he knew it would not be too long before the blood
started drain from his still engorged cock. Desperate to avoid discovery he
rushed to the bathroom, and used a tissue to clean the worst of the salty
creaminess off before turning on the shower and stepping inside.

The sounds of activity in Lady Sonia’s room continued, and he wished he had turned
the sound down before getting in the shower. He completed washing himself
down, and was about to get out of the shower, when he heard the door to his room
open.

Stepping out quickly, he wrapped a towel round him. But, before he had a chance
to move, the naked figure of Gerald stood before him, his erect penis swinging
with each step.

‘Showering, slave? Thought you would have been watching the entertainment’ he
sniggered.

‘I w-w-was Master.’

‘You made yourself cum while you watched didn’t you?’

The look of embarrassment, of shame, on Andy’s face answered the question

‘Well you will be punished for that in the morning. Severely punished! You
know that is against our rules. Don’t you slave?’

‘Yes Master.’

‘Well then, you will now have to satisfy me, although I had had plans to make
this mutually satisfying episode’, Gerald leered, ‘but I doubt that will happen
now Now come back in to the bedroom. Quickly!’

Andy followed Gerald and watched as he sat on the edge of the bed. The shame he
felt was not helped by seeing Gerald’s stiff cock pointing upwards, still in a
strong and powerful erection. He was well aware that his own well handled
member was hanging limp and useless between his shaven thighs.

Gerald was watching the television, and paid little heed to Andy. Ignored by
Gerald, he turned to look at the continuing scene as it unfolded before him.

Lady Sonia was writhing between the legs of a moaning Samantha, her tongue flicking over
the shaven mound, working it’s way teasingly up and down the creases between
thighs and cunt, before sliding it down the crevice between the engorged labia.
As it parted it was obvious that Samantha have exuded copious amounts of warm
juices that Lady Sonia was clearly savoring. Samantha, all the while that Lady Sonia was
pleasing her, held her nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand, as she
arched and thrust onto Lady Sonia’s eager mouth.

Andy felt a slight stirring in his groin, and hoped that he could please his
Master. He realised that he would be experiencing another man for the first
time.

His thoughts were disturbed by Gerald’s voice whispering in his ear ‘Go and turn
the television off and come to me’.

Andy did so and turned to face Gerald, who held his hand out to him. Andy
hesitated briefly before taking the hand, and moving closer, allowing Gerald to
place a hand on each his shoulders.

‘Everything will be just fine’ Gerald said ‘Relax!’

With this he leaned forward and kissed Andy softly on the lips. Andy was not
sure how to react, but he felt the warm soft lips, quickly replaced by Gerald’s
gently probing tongue. Andy darted his own tongue out to meet it, and soon
found himself in an embrace, his tongue locking with Gerald. He felt a hardness
press against him, and, in return felt a stronger stirring in his own loins.

Gerald broke the kiss, and moved his head slightly back so he could look at Andy.
‘Do you feel ready to satisfy me now slave?’

‘Yes Master.’ Andy whispered, his voice hoarse and his mouth dry.

Taking this as a signal as much as an instruction he dropped to his knees,
running his tongue down the muscled body of his new lover, his male lover, as he
did so. Once on his knees, he looked longingly for a moment at large, thick
cock, standing proud and erect mere inches from his face. He wondered at the
size of the swollen veins that ran up and down the full length. The swollen
head, fully exposed, was smooth in texture

‘Go on, my slave, taste it, taste your lovers juices which are still on it.’
Gerald whispered urgently.

Andy took the cock in his hand, felt the firmness, the stiffness and felt the
blood pumping through it. He ran his hand slowly down it, barely touching it,
until he reached the base, and then he moved his hand round and cupped the
heavy, smooth shaven balls, He gently squeezed them, and heard Gerald utter a
soft moan as he did so.

‘Slave, take it, taste it, I need to feel your mouth round me.’

Andy took the base of the shaft in his hand, and darted his tongue out to it,
aware that his own cock was now fully erect once more. He ran his tongue over
the head of his Masters cock, and down the shaft, licking round and under it, to
his balls, sucking them in one by one, before raising his head once more.
Opening his mouth, he slowly took the head inside and closed his lips around the
rim, running his tongue all over it. Slowly he took more into his mouth, until
he felt the head against the back of his throat. He moved back up the length
until it felt comfortable, and slowly started to work it in and out of his
mouth. His hand slowly pumped the shaft at the same time.

Gerald’s hands were in his hair now, trying to push him further on. Andy took
time and worked the cock with his mouth and tongue. Gerald’s hands were working
harder, pushing the sucking mouth further and further onto his swollen cock.
Andy was aware soon his work would be done. He moved his mouth back so he only
had the head of the cock inside his lips, and he worked this hard with his
tongue, whilst keeping up the stroking, the insistent stroking, on the shaft.
Finally he felt Gerald’s cock grow a little more, pulse a little more and tasted
the first salty drops of pre-cum on his tongue.

At this he increased the pace more, until finally Gerald gasped as a torrent of
hot cum shot into his mouth, a torrent which jetted to the back of his throat.
For one brief moment Andy thought he would gag or be sick, until he remembered
to swallow. He swallowed greedily, taking every last drop of cum, rich creamy
cum, down his throat.

Finally he pulled his mouth from Gerald’s cock, and looked up at him ‘Did I please
you my Master?’

‘Yes, yes you did, very much indeed. You need some more training but you have
done well for your first time!’ With that he leaned over and locked Andy’s
right wrist into one of the cuffs at the head of the bed. Clearly there was to
be no escape for him.

Gerald stood up, turned and walked towards the door.

‘You will be woken in the morning, when both of you will receive instructions
for the day. Be warned, slave, you are going to experience the full rigors of
my little dungeon! Sleep well!’

The Adventures of Lady Sonia – Part 7 – Pleasing the Master

After the pleasures of the evening Lady Sonia and Andy slept well in their new
quarters. Both were quite naked and had only one thin sheet to cover them, but
their rooms were warm. The bathroom facilities were sufficiently extensive as
to make it quite clear that there was no chance, nor expectation, that either of
them would be other than scrupulously clean at all times.

Lady Sonia was woken from her sleep by the voice of her new Mistress whispering in
her ear.

‘Come, my dear, time to wash and eat before your training begins in earnest.’
Samantha unlocked the restraining cuff, that like Andy, in his own room, had been
fastened to ensure that the new slaves were fully aware of the predicament.

Lady Sonia stretched herself and felt her hands drawn irresistibly towards her aching
cunt, such was her usual habit on waking. This was always time for some gentle
stimulation and nearly always enough play to give her a pleasant cum to start
her day. After a few tentative twirls across her clitoris, she was startled by
Samantha.

‘No, my dear, you will do that for me, and others, often, but you will only play
with yourself after you have been ordered or given permission!’

Lady Sonia was surprised but she nevertheless obeyed and quickly threw off her
covering and stood naked for her Mistress to inspect her smooth body.

‘Hmmmmm, you did very well last night my little slut, and the Master was very
pleased with your performance.’ Samantha smiled, ‘You can be certain that he will
wish to fuck you again, and I will probably join him.’

Lady Sonia flushed as she recalled the incredible orgasm she had experienced the
previous evening, the combined attentions of husband and wife had pushed her to
peaks she had never thought possible. Although she felt a little guilty she
couldn’t avoid comparing Gerald’s performance with Andy. Certainly Andy had
always fucked her to her total satisfaction and always made sure she had at
least two, and often more, orgasms, but, and she flushed as at the thought, his
cock, whilst good, quite thick and long, was no match for her new Master. In
her time when she was married she had experienced some twenty, perhaps thirty,
or even more, different men and she was quite aware that the variation in size
and girth was fully as much as the variation in breast and nipple sizes. She
had learnt quite early in her married life that, as the old saying went, it was
not what the man had that counted, it was what he did with it. Nevertheless the
Master had an incredibly thick, circumcised, cock and it must have been a full,
a genuine, nine inches with a thick swollen, and silky smooth, head.

Certainly, he had filled her and she would be more than happy to feel him inside
her again. People had often talked about men with stallion sized equipment,
ten, eleven, or even twelve inches, but she had never seen one and believed that
in most, perhaps not all, but most, cases the claims were figments of someone’s
wishful imagination. Men! They could always fantasise about their cocks, but
we women, she thought, could do little to disguise our physical attributes. She
was thankful that her own breasts were full, even though they had begun to sag a
little and were less pert than Samantha’s breasts. Still, their shape was good,
their size was good, and at least her breasts and nipples were very very
sensitive. Her nipples were much bigger then those of her Mistress and she knew
that she could almost orgasm merely from stimulating and teasing them when the
fancy took her. And, most satisfying of all, she could, and regularly did, suck
her own nipples, a pleasure denied to many, and something that always seemed to
please both her male and female partners.

While she daydreamed in this way she moved into the shower and began soaping
herself and feeling the scalding needles across her breasts, nipples and belly -
so good!

‘Wash yourself now, and no pleasuring your body, slut!’, called Samantha who was
stood watching her from the doorway.

Just how she would avoid stimulating her self when she soaped and sponged
between her legs was a question she preferred not to answer; as long as it was
not too obvious she felt that a little thrill of pleasure would be permissible.
Even so, it was obvious to Lady Sonia that in this house there was going to be no
such thing as privacy for her personal ablutions, and she knew she would have to
get used to being on display, and available, at all times.

Finally, washed, dried and powdered she stood awaiting her instructions.

‘Today you will be naked, my dear, apart from this collar’, she held out a thin
studded leather collar fitted with several D-rings, ‘and these shoes, which I
know will fit you perfectly.’

Samantha gestured to a pair of high, (very high, Lady Sonia thought), strappy sandals
with wicked spike heels. At least she was color co-ordinated, all in black,
such as there was of it, thought Lady Sonia. She fastened the collar, inhaling the
sweet aroma of leather, and bent to fit the shoes on her smooth bare feet. Once
she had fastened the fine straps around her ankles she stood and looked
expectantly at her Mistress.

‘Come, follow me!’

Lady Sonia teetered behind her in her new shoes. At least she was familiar with 5
inch spikes. Heaven knows she had undergone some very special training from her
husband to make sure she could, and would, always walk comfortably in the
highest of heels. The couple entered the breakfast room. Lady Sonia was not
surprised to see that Gerald and a naked Andy were already there, Andy wearing a
black collar like hers and a narrow, but very tight, black strap around the base
of his cock. She then noticed, with a slight shock, more a thrill of pleasure,
that since she had last seen her lover, his body was completely hairless. His
cock and balls had been completely shaved, but she hoped for his sake it had not
been waxed, her own experience had taught her that the silky smoothness that
waxing made possible was not without a price! For whatever reason she saw that
his normally flaccid member was semi erect, probably the effect of the strap.
She was pleased with the effect, his fully shaven cock was more attractive, more
erotic than she had thought possible, and if it had that effect when Andy was
only semi-hard, what would be the impact of a full throbbing erection. Perhaps
she would be permitted to find out. Perhaps he would be allowed to pleasure her
soon.

They were ordered to sit on a hard cold bench and eat a simple, plain meal,
which was no doubt nourishing but was not as filling, not as good as they were
used to.

They were allowed to drink only water, finding that, as Gerald put it, ‘Luxuries
like good food and hot drinks will have to be earned in this house!’

The meal over, they were ordered to stand, heads bowed and hands behind their
backs, in front of their hosts.

‘Now, your proper training will start later today’ Samantha stood up, ‘but, first,
we have to deal with my other female guest. She caused me some displeasure by
talking in her cell without permission!’.

Lady Sonia remembered the quiet female voice when she had stood near to the partly
concealed door in the corner of the dungeon.

‘We will deal with her first and you will assist me, my dear’, Samantha murmured to
Lady Sonia, ‘and you, Slave Andy, will await your Master’s instructions before you
join us later for your final initiation into our little ways.’

Samantha led Lady Sonia back down the corridor to the dungeon she felt she already knew.
As the door opened she was beckoned forward and entered the room, the scene of
her first punishment. Only a few lights were on but there was sufficient light
to see that there was another girl already there. Lady Sonia saw that the girl was
totally naked and was sitting astride the horse, the wooden horse, with which
she had become so familiar in her marriage. As she looked closely she could see
that she was about her age, and size with short black hair, and like herself,
smoothly shaven. She was bare footed and stood on tip toe to keep her weight
from pressing her sex, her tender clitoris, onto the padded, rounded top of the
bar. Lady Sonia grimaced, she knew only too well how this position must be hurting
the unfortunate girl.

‘You see this poor slave, my dear’, Samantha spoke quite harshly, ‘she disobeyed me
and she is to be punished. Look closely at her predicament, because you will be
suffering soon yourself!’

Lady Sonia was led up to the girl who had her hands strapped behind her back. She was
not gagged but, clearly, she did not dare speak without permission. Samantha
walked round to the other side of the girl and pinched her nipples, which, Lady Sonia
noted, were quite full, not unlike her own. The girl winced but made no sound,
no movement at all, just standing on her tip toes the while. Lady Sonia thought the
girl would have been glad to be wearing her own spike heels to help ease the
strain, but did not dare suggest anything in case it caused her to suffer later.

Samantha moved her hand and insinuated her fingers between the padded top and the
tender flesh of the girl, obviously pushing and rubbing the sensitive bud. She
wriggled slightly and Samantha was pleased at her reaction. ‘You see, my dear,
this slut wants to cum but she knows that it is forbidden in this house for any
slave to cum without my permission. If she fails me, she knows she will be bent
over and thrashed with a cane, a fearsome thing indeed!’

Lady Sonia shuddered, she was no stranger to gentle, (well, relatively gentle!)
floggings with thonged whips and leather paddles but she had only tasted the
cane once and the memory still scarred her mind.

Samantha removed her probing fingers and gestured towards a small black box at one
end of the horse. ‘Watch, my dear, when I switch this on.’, she flicked the
switch and a low humming sound echoed round the dungeon. ‘You see, this bar is
contains a vibrator, and every movement is felt by the lucky girl who sits upon
it!’

Lady Sonia understood so well, if the victim stood on tiptoe the vibrations were less
intense but were still felt on the tender flesh, but if the victim’s weight were
fully on the bar the vibrations would be intense and the stimulation to the
clitoris would be so intense, so pleasurable but almost intolerable. She
thought that if it were her she would cum within minutes.

While Samantha was speaking, almost unnoticed, Gerald had entered the room, with
Andy, now blindfolded, on his lead behind him. Samantha continued her explanation.

‘This girl is going to remain on the horse with the vibrations continuing while
you perform your duties. She is forbidden to cum until you have managed to
please the Master with your mouth.’

At this the girl moaned quietly, as if she knew the coming ordeal would be
unbearable.

‘When the Master is fully satisfied, when he is fully drained, then and only
then will she be allowed to cum. Do you understand?’ Lady Sonia nodded, wondering
just how difficult it would be to please the Master; surely he would be worn,
drained even, from the exertions of the previous evening and would have little
stamina.

‘Come, slut Stephanie has to be placed in the proper punishment position and you will
perform the work for me!’

Lady Sonia approached the girl. As she got near she saw that Stephanie was pleading with
her eyes as if to say, make it quick, spare me punishment.

Samantha instructed Lady Sonia. ‘Strap her ankles and clip them to the bar along the
bottom of the horse, her feet must not touch the ground.’

As she spoke she switched the vibrator off and passed a pair of broad leather
ankle straps to Lady Sonia. Lady Sonia knelt down and fixed one tightly around Stephanie’s
right ankle, and then held her naked foot while she clipped the strap to a
convenient D-ring. She lingered briefly, savoring the feel of the smooth bare
foot, wondering if she would have the pleasure of licking it at some time soon.
She moved to the other side of the unfortunate Stephanie and strapped her other bare
foot clear of the floor. Now Stephanie was sat firmly on the bar, her bare feet, her
aching bare toes, off the ground so that there was no way for her to relieve the
pressure on her clitoris.

With the preparations complete Gerald moved over to the long couch and removed his
clothes. His cock was already semi-erect and even in the dim light it looked
quite massive to Lady Sonia. He called her over and gave her her instructions.

‘You will use only your mouth to make me cum, slut Lady Sonia, you may use a thumb
and forefinger if you wish to hold my cock, but all of the stimulation will be
with your lips, your tongue, and even your throat if I wish it.’

Lady Sonia wondered how she could cope with his cock, so much thicker than she had
seen before.

Andy could not see the scene, being still blindfolded, but he could hear the
instructions and he was clearly aroused at the thought of Lady Sonia sucking the
Master’s cock, the cock he himself had drained only a few hours earlier. His
cock jerked and rose imperceptibly.

‘When you start, the vibrator will start and slut Stephanie will begin her
punishment. She will not cum until you have satisfied me, if she fails she will
be caned and you will take her place on the horse. Mind you, slut Lady Sonia, you
will ride the horse soon anyway to please your Mistress!’

Lady Sonia did not see, but Samantha grinned wickedly, already planning a special ordeal
for Lady Sonia, and Stephanie too. Something special that would undoubtedly appeal to her
husband.

‘Remember this, slut, you will please me as best you can, and if you need any
assistance I’m sure slut Stephanie will be only too willing to advise you.’

Stephanie looked a little relieved, at least, she thought, if she could encourage
Lady Sonia, instruct her even, in pleasing the Master, perhaps her ordeal would be
shorter, perhaps she would be allowed to cum before she was overcome by the
unrelenting stimulation of the vibrating pole she was riding. Already she was
feeling the pressure on her soft flesh and her clit was feeling a little sore in
anticipation of the ordeal to come.

‘Begin, slut Lady Sonia’, Gerald ordered, as his wife switched on the vibrator under
Stephanie.

Lady Sonia moved over to her Master and tentatively felt his cock with the tips if
her fingers. She felt it begin to pulsate and thicken as she bent over and
flicked her tongue over the smooth, round head. As she probed the slit with her
tongue the cock hardened and grew. TO BE CONTINUED…

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