Surprise Reversal

Even though doug was in discomfort from the constant pinching of those clothes pins on his sensitive areas, he was nonetheless astounded when he saw his wife trying to escape. Bound and gagged, the naked man could only look on in stunned silence.

Louise had indeed endured a lot so far, from Him when she was in those stocks and from Ms. Cockrill. Apparently she had reached her limit, and was desperately trying to find a way out.

The pain in his privates took second fiddle to the thought that his precious louise would endure even further punishment from this woman who had them trapped in this cellar.

Liz ran over to the floored and moaning louise. "Are you okay louise, you sure hit that bar hard."

"Eth ith Ockrizll" louise tried to say.

"Hang on while I take out your gag. I need to know that you're really okay"

Liz unbuckled the ring gag and gently prised it from between louise's teeth, ignoring the drool. She waited a few moments for the sobbing woman to recompose herself....

"Are you sure you are all right, that was quite a knock you took there" A short silence...."Yes Miss Cockrill, physically i'm all right,a little sore, but it's just the emotional side got to me a bit. It's, well you know.... a little hard watching and participating in my Master's punishments.
Please Ms Cockrill, don't make me.
I will accept whatever punishment i should receive for my foolish escape attempt and i promise i wont try and escape again"
Tears stated to well up in her eyes so she quickly bowed her head, hoping Liz hadn't seen them.

Liz considered what louise had said for a few moments, then started to undo her restraints.

"you are a very brave person to say that louise, you obviously love your husband and Master a lot to put yourself on the line on his behalf. Very well, after your impending punishment I shall release your husband from his bonds. Afterwards he can decide what happens next."

All of louise's restraints and clothing were stripped away from her sweaty form and neatly rehung on their hangers and put back in their respective places. "A tidy cellar is a happy cellar" Liz said brightly "Right louise in the shower now, you look like you could do with it. You have five minutes or else!" She laughed as louise almost sprinted into the little bathroom.

The estate agent walked over to doug, watching him twisting slightly in his discomfort."There must be at least twenty clothes pins on you, that's gotta hurt" Doug nodded. "Never mind, they'll be off soon so just grin and bear it for now so to speak" she said darkly.

"You know doug,you have a great wife there, do make sure you look after her well once you leave here." Doug nodded his head enthusiatically, Liz smiled broadly.

Liz pulled the sopping gag out of doug's mouth, throwing it in a conveniently nearby bin.
"Yes Ms.Cockrill, she is great, i'm so lucky to have her, and by what she has just said proves to me, at least, of how much he loves me and respects me as her Master.Can i tell you something about louise Ms. Cockrill?"

"This sounds most interesting. Please do."

"Well louise has been asking me for while when are we going to set up hooks and a pully so that she can be suspended and maybe whipped....but not too hard. I think it's been a fantasy of hers for quite some time. You know, she has taken a lot today, so maybe it would be a nice thing to have as her punishment seeing as there's already the equipment in this wonderful soon to be ours house. What do you think Mistress Liz?"

"What a great thought, very touching. I'm sure she will love it, but of course she wont know it was your idea will she?" Liz said picking up the inflatable gag doug had worn earlier.

"You know the drill, open up wide" "Yes Ms. Cockrill" doug's last three words before he was muted once again. A few quick pumps inflated the rubber bladder in his mouth ensuring his secret was safe with her.

"Hurry up louise, you have two minutes left" Liz shouted as she busied herself preparing an electric hoist, raising the cable up and lowering it, making sure all was in good working order. "Remember doug, safety and preparation!" she said, not even looking at him.

Louise ran out of the shower, a large white towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped turban style around her head. Both towels had several crests embroidered into the soft terry material."Must be the family crest of the Roachfortes" Louise mused.

"Feel better now?" "Yes thankyou Ms. Cockrill, much better." Liz looked at the betowelled louise "That's good. When you've dried yourself put the towels back in the bathroom and lie down on the floor on your back with your legs together and your arms above your head."

Feeling her skin a bit more nice and warm, oozing of the rubbing as she hung up the towels. Louise returned out and with just a little hesitation lay down on the floor. She looked up into the high, whitish, plastered ceiling. What was about to pass? She felt a teasy, thrilling sensation, both , ear and turn-on as she heard Liz rapping her feet slightly, then the lady stepped closer.

"You see, Louise, I have respect for you and it's an honour that you'll take your just punishment. That shows you can be directed and trained,- it is for me to do it since your lovely husband isn't to undertake much now. I like to see your body marked and moulded, you defiant kneeling...slavegirl" she said, her voice just slightly creaking at the lat word.She stepped close and handed Louise a pair of dark, sheer knee hose. "You will wear these, they do suit you"
Louise swallowed and nodded. "Thank you, Ms Cockrill."
She leaned down and rubbed Louise’s back with her hand. Moving unhurriedly, the palm of her hand swept over her,, making Louise shudder inside as it touched the welts up there.
“You seat yourself upon that lovely ass, girl. The stripes given you here were….maybe a bit harder than what you’ve experienced before, but it is to get you used to it.”
Louise nodded in silence and heaved herself into sitting, her bruised legs catching the light in front of her. Holding the lycra fabric open she guided it over her feet letting it encase her calves. It felt nice, but as her gaze moved up over her thighs she wondered what was to happen next.

Liz put her left hand on Louise’s shoulder and let the right one feel over the younger woman’s stomach and the underside of her breasts, warm and brown in hue. Feeling her strong hands, Louise felt suspended in time and it seemed almost silly she had tried to run away, then she looked over at Doug and noticed how sweaty and rough he looked, but not broken.

Liz straigtened herself, “You are not going ot see this punishment naked of course. Your flesh was made for a corset, so that is what you’ll wear”. Louise wouldn’t ever contest that, she owned two herself, and she felt a kind of expectancy as Liz went off to a locker and selected a corset in jet black, sheeny leather.

At her sign , Louise stood up and let Ms Cockrill fold the dark around her stomach and firm breasts. It swathed her body, and Liz’ hands moved to her back and began lacing up the line of eyelets. “Hold in your stomach – ah, that’s a good girl” – she was working fast and in minutes Louise could feel the unyielding pressure, still not quite tight.

.“Breathe in a little, slave” – Louise drew for air and could feel Liz’ hands settling again midway up. She undid the lacing but held her fingers silently ready; a move that made Louise tingly and uncertain. How long..? Finally she had to breathe out, and as soon as Liz noticed she pulled the eyelets again, this time tighter. She repeated it with the next eyelet, this time Louise inhaled , held stiff for a few moments, and then – me teasing you? – breathed out and let herself be moulded. As Liz went on tightening the corset, Louise sometimes fought back slightly, the next ,moment gave in. Finally, Liz closed the buckle strap on top and the tall, captive woman looked down on her tightened, sleek belly. Liz' hand settled on her right shoulder, and she felt a rush of blood going through her.

The silence seemed foreboding. Louse looked to the side. “Is it..?”
“Yes, it’s tight and fine. But before you are punished, your privates must be secured as well. You will be wearing a nice, tight crotchrope.”

Louise swallowed hard at her words.

A worried look flashed across her face,"Oh don't look so afraid louise, you might even enjoy what's in store for you. Now open your legs wide so I can fit your crotchrope. A remote controlled vibrator and a butt plug might give you a little excitement, if I allow it. Have you used a butt plug before?" Louise blushed bright red "yes Ms. Cockrill, we have used butt plugs on a few occasions"

Liz picked up a coil of rough looking rope and threaded the end through holes in the ends of a small but thick vibrator and a dumpy looking butt plug."Don't want to lose them inside you" Liz reasoned.

The invaders were lubed up and Liz gently pushed them very slowly into both of louise's holes making her gasp, particularly when the rear plug went in. The rope expertly tied around her already narrowed waist and passed back and forth through her legs and pulled so tightly it seemed to disappear between her cracks, forcing the plugs deeper into their respective holes.

"Ouch Ms. Cockrill that feels very rough and it's too tight" "Nonsense" Liz exclaimed and pulled the rope just a little more before tying it with several knots. She let louise get used to the feeling of being stuffed for a few moments "There,not so bad is it?"
"i suppose not Ms. Cockrill" louise said darkly.

The estate agent picked up two small boxes for the vibrators and turned on the dials on their fronts. Immediately louise jumped a little, surprised by the sudden shocks. "Oooo, Ms. Cockrill that feels weird" Liz laughed. "Sorry my dear,just a little demonstration for you. I'll turn them down....for now"
"Thankyou Mistress" louise whispered, still blushing deeply.

Liz retrieved the spreader bar that had been previously used on doug and tightly fastened the wide cuffs around louise's ankles. With a little grunt she opened the bar out until louise thought her hips were going to pop their joints. "Just as well i do yoga" she mused.

A similar spreader was attached to her wrists and opened out.When all was done louise resembled a taut star shape.Four small padlocks on the cuffs and two larger ones in the aligned holes on the spreader bars ensured nothing was coming loose until Liz decided otherwise.

"My you do look very cute like that, all nicely spread out. I'm sure you're feeling more than a little exposed and vunerable right now. Not much chance of you trying to escape again now is there?"
"No Ms. Cockrill, but i suppose it's my own fault i'm in this position" Liz frowned "Yes slave it is"

Liz clicked her way over to the trunk, pulled out the keys to the locks, a stiff looking hood and a large red ball gag. "Okay my dear, we're almost there, then we can start your punishment.The hood first I think."

Ms.Cockrill wrestled the thick leather material over louise's head and tugged it down tightly to her neck. the lacing was done relatively quick but extra tight. The built in collar buckled around her neck and a small padlock completed the look. The hood was so tight Liz could see the contours of the slave girl's face, the dim light bouncing off the polished soft hide.

Before louise had a chance to say anything the estate agent stepped behind her, pulled her head back at the same time forcing the large ball between her teeth and deep into her mouth."Akkk ooo ith ockillz"
She tried to dislodge the ball with her tongue, but it was stuck firm behind her even white teeth The strap tightened so hard it almost blended in with the hood. Within seconds the trapped girl's jaw started aching and she wondered how long she would have to endure such a large gag.

Liz held the spreadout louise under her armpits and eased her backwards and down until she reached the floor, lining up the centre of the arm spreader bar to a thick metallic ring set into the floor on a swivel. Another bigger lock loudly snapped onto the ring and the spreader lock "My you're quite light aren't you?" she said standing back up.
"Just as well really, I don't fancy hurting my back, well not today" she said offhandedly.

The cable and hook were lowered and raised a couple more times, just to double check all was working perfectly, then connected to louise's ankle spreader.

Again the winch started to whirr, but changed tone slightly as the cable took the strain, gently lifting louise's ankles towards the high white ceiling,stretching her already taut body that little bit more. Satisfied, Liz gave her a little push and she started revolving slowly.

"You okay there louise?" a nod...."Not feeling giddy or anything are you?" She shook her head and grunted quietly to indicate all was well. "Excellent, such a good girl. I bet you haven't had this treatment at home have you?" Another shake of the head.Liz laughed and looked at doug. "Looks like you've been neglecting your wife somewhat, maybe you can learn something today don't you think?"

From her upside down position louise watched her husband lower his head and blush deeply at Ms.Cockrills words. "Were they talking about my fantasy of being suspended and whipped while i was in the bathroom? I shall ask Doug later when i get the chance" she thought.

Liz stopped louise spinning and positioned her so her back was facing her. "Okay my dear here we go hold tight!" She slapped her left ass cheek with the flat of her latex gloved hand making a nice loud sound....a grunt.
Six more harder slaps and she turned her attentions to her right cheek, making sure she hit the welts from her previous punishment....more grunts. "So far so good yes?"....another louder grunt and a quick nod.

Liz enthusiastically but methodically continued slapping the inverted louise on her ass cheeks, seven hits at a time, then worked her way up the backs and sides of her thighs,paying particular attention to the untouched areas of her skin. The force of her hits made her sway slightly, the swivels squeaking slightly with the strain.

The estate agent spun louise around and continued slapping her on the front of her thighs,seven hits at a time,each one getting just that little bit harder than the last.
She tried to writhe to get away from the stinging, but gave up after a few moments. A couple more sets of slaps then Liz stopped. "Ow that hurt" she said shaking her hands and blowing them theatrically.
"I think that's you warmed up, now for the second part of your punishment."

Louise was spun back around to face her husband, her eyes setting on an upside down view of his straining erection.The miriad of clothes pegs gripping into his balls and penis gave them a purple blue hue, but looked quite comical. "He looks happy" she thought, then sighed under her gag.

"I don't recall giving you permission to get an erection doug. I thought the pegs might have stopped that, but obviously I was wrong.... Excuse me for a moment louise while I deal with your randy husband"

Liz retrieved the riding crop from her chair then flicked the tip of his penis with it's smooth leather end. One of the clothes went flying off across the room, leaving an angry looking indentation. Doug tried to jump with the pain but got nowhere fast. His face went bright red and the muscles of his face tensed as her bit into his gag. "Hmmmrff hhmmrf" Liz giggled at the sight of him trying to escape from the pain. "Well it's not my fault if you can't control yourself is it?"

All the pegs on doug's penis eventually went flying off to different parts of the cellar. Each flick of the crop lessened his erection until he was totally flaccid. "Not quite finshed" Liz said pulling his penis out and slipped several small rings down its length.
"That should stop any further excitement for now.Do that again and I won't be as gentle with you!"

Doug tried to say something, but came out as "Hhrrf mmmff rrrfffll"

"Do you you ever learn?" Liz hissed, rolling her eyes.She squeezed the bulb of his gag a couple more times. "Now keep quiet, sit there and watch until I say so. Is that crystal clear?" Dog nodded sheepishly, but thought to himself "I'll get you for this Ms. Cockrill, i'll show you!"

"So sorry about that dear, some people don't know how to conduct themselves. Now where was I before I was rudely interrupted....ah yes, the second part of your punishment."

Taking aim with the crop, Liz thwacked the helpless girl on her butt and thighs, each stoke landing exactly next to the previous one, leaving more angry raised welts on her now sweating skin.

Every hit Liz was rewarded with a little sound from louise's hooded head. "Having fun yet dear? I'm sure you are, but if it get's too much for you then wiggle the toes on your right foot and I will stop for a while. Nod if you understand"....a nod. "That's good, now for your front again, just to even things out a little."

Liz lost count, not that she was counting in the first place, of how many thwacks louise took on her now very sore legs, but eventually and only because her arm was aching and she was getting hot under her catsuit,she stopped.

Louise's chest heaved underneath her over tight corset and she let out a deep sigh as the stinging took full effect, but strangely she could feel herself getting warm in her groin. "If only I could grind myself into something for a bit of relief" she thought through the cloud of stinging pain.

Ms.Cockrill panted her way over to where she had left the glasses and jug of water and took several deep gulps of the cold liquid. "Hydration is very important under such...er....hard circumstances. I'm sweating buckets her, so I hope you are appreciating my efforts" she laughed.

"Now sweetie a little reward for you before the last part of your punishment. I must say you have been very good so far. I hope you can keep it up."

Liz sat in her chair, picked up the remote controls for the vibrator and butt plug and switched them onto their lowest settings. Immediately louise tried to squirm and twist in her bonds as the vibrations shot through her plugged holes. "You like that yes? Now how's about a little more stimulation?" she said turning up the dials a couple more notches. A loud grunt this time....Ms.Cockrill grinned. Doug was probaly grinning under his gag , but of course Liz wasn't looking in his direction.

She jumped up and gave louise's prone sweaty body a little push. Sipping a little more of her water she watched her spin around and around. "A nice sight hey doug" she said without looking at him. "You've got to agree your wife looks rather beautiful. Just think of how many wonderful nights you both could have down here once you've bought the house. The Roachfortes will be very happy that I've found such accommodating buyers."

Doug said nothing, but while Liz had her back turned to him, he busied himself tring to escape from the ropes that held him in his present predicament.

"Okay louise" Liz announced as she stopped her rotating again "Break is over, back to business.For the last part of your punishment I'm going to whip you while you spin around. This time it will be more than just your legs.The vibrators will be left on until I'm finished which could be a while. Of course, if you prefer, I can stop now and release you. Do you want me to stop or continue. A nod or shake your head. I will give you a few moments to decide."

As Ms. Cockrill waited, secretly hoping louise would agree, she selected a thick braided six tailed whip, about two feet long and ran its length through her right hand a few times.

The cellar went very quiet, the only sounds coming from the hard breathing of louise, the odd grunt from the direction of her husband and the low buzzing from the vibrators.

Louise knew her limits had been pushed by the estate agent and she was proud that she had endured so much without backing out."Maybe i'm more of a pain slut that i realised. i hope Doug has took this on board, but only time will tell" she thought.

Now at this present moment in time she just wanted to please her Mistress and show her husband and Master that she really was a good submissive, nodded her head slowly. Liz said nothing, so she nodded again, a little more enthusiastically this time.

"My oh my doug, your wife is amazing, a lucky fellow you are indeed" she exclaimed, still running the whip through her hand. "The decision has been made, so with no further ado" she trailed off.

Again louise was spun and Liz started the final whipping. Every time the whip connected it snaked around her rotating body, biting into her already tenderised flesh. Louise screamed as loud as she could, which in reality was only a low gutteral sound and bit down hard on the large rubber ball wedged in her mouth.

Feeling that louise had enough punishment on her exposed legs she worked her way down her body. The taut leather corset offered only a little protection as the whip lashed her stomach and back. She shook and rattled in her bonds as blow after blow rained on her.

All the while the vibrations in her crotch were making her more and more excited "Nnngggg ngggh" she grunted loudly, not caring who heard her. She was taking the hardest whipping she had ever endured in her adult life by the hand of this wonderful estate agent. She was hating the pain but surprisingly enjoying it at the same time.

Liz must of either sensed or smelt louise's excitement,stopped the whipping for a moment and turned the vibrations up even further. "Akkkmmmm ggrfpph aakkk oooo" Liz grinned broadly. "Looks like I've hit the right spot so to speak. Just a little more then you're done"

Another spin and the whipping renewed. Liz worked her way to louise's upper back and breasts, the lashes making a thwopping sound as it hit the leather corset. Over and over, the supple leather rained on her bound body, every time the whip's length wrapped around her in a stinging embrace.

Louise screamed like a banshee, well a gagged one anyhow, as her orgasm started to build. Her legs strained against the spreader bar desperately trying to squeeze the vibrator and butt plug within her. "Ahhhh aaeii mmffff oooozzzmng"

"Okay dear one final push" Liz giggled as both the invaders were turned up to full power. Louise struggled wildly, finding energy she thought she never had, trying to get away from this madness.

Suddenly the whipping and the spinning stopped. Louise was feeling so disorientated by now, but her whole being was still concentrating on her sopping hot crotch as she started to spurt her juices from deep within.

Liz could see doug's wife's juices running freely down and over her corset and hood, glistening like early morning dew.

She knew she had done a good job on the slave girl, she had took her punishment very well.

"Cum for me now louise, cum for your Mistress. There's a good girl." she purred as she rubbed her right hand along her crotchrope, slapping it hard at the same time with her left. Liz kept up a steady rhythm until she stopped bucking, eventually going limp like a rag doll.

"Ahhh ahhh aeeii" louise managed through the gag when the strong feelings eventually subsided.

"You have done very well to handle your punishment and you have really earned your orgasm. See what you can achieve if you try hard enough. I am very proud of you and I hope you are too doug. Truly amazing." Liz said with genuine feeling.

The vibrators were slowly turned down and then off completely.The heavily panting and sweating, not to mention severely punished louise was gently lowered back to the ground to rest. Liz took another sip of water, poured another glass in readiness for when louise was ungagged later and waited for her to recompose herself.

Unbeknown to the estate agent doug had been busy himself....

Writhing from the constant pressure of those clothes pegs on his privates, doug could do nothing other than witness the perverted scene that was taking place before him. When Ms. Cockrill tied the crotchrope in place and forced the vibrator as well as the butt plug into louise’s holes, a signal was immediately sent to his genitals. It was a good thing for him that the needled pouch had been removed.

In scenes with his wife doug had indeed used a vibro as well as a butt plug before, and he’d also used a spreader bar on her many times. But he never used one in quite the same manner as the real estate lady did, and when the bound man saw his wife suspended upside down and spinning around, his cock was at full extension despite the clothespins.

Seeing his pain-slut of a wife in this position made him think of the time at that party when this Domme forced a kneeling louise to suck her tits, but that was nothing compared to this. The bound and pegged man was actually enjoying watching Liz slap his suspended wife’s butt cheeks repeatedly, turning the her rear cheeks fiery red.

Once she had stopped spinning, louise got an upside down view of her husband’s purplish erection, which Ms. Cockrill couldn’t help but witness as well. His brief levity at the thought of what that must’ve looked like was interrupted coarsely by the not-too-pleased woman holding a riding crop. “I don’t recall giving you permission to get an erection, doug! I thought the pegs might’ve stopped that, but obviously I was wrong. . . Excuse me louise while I deal with your randy husband.”

His punishment for getting a hard-on without permission was immediate. He groaned painfully when she flicked the leather end of the crop against the tip of his penis. The shooting pain caused him to wince and groan incoherently into his gag as one of the clothespins went flying across the room. Another one soon followed a different direction. Since the experienced man knew all too well that clothespins always hurt worse when they come off compared to when they are applied, the crop wielding woman didn’t disappoint him. One by one she whipped them off causing the man anguished discomfort. Each spot on doug’s shrinking cock where a peg pinched the sensitive skin felt like it had been stung by a dozen wasps each time a peg was knocked off, and by the time the last one was heading across the room, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

“Not quite finished,” Liz added coldly. She then placed several cock rings around the length of his penis. “That should stop you from any further excitement. Do that again and I won’t be as gentle with you!” The miserable man tried a meek reply but nothing really registered.

Leaving the chastised man to his suffering, Liz once again resumed louise’s punishment, this time using the riding crop on some areas of the suspended woman’s body that doug was all too familiar with. Her butt and thighs seemed to bear the brunt of the assault. Liz showed her expertise with that particular implement, as she landed each thwap exactly next to the previous one. Even doug could hear his wife’s whimpering sounds under the hood. At that point he couldn’t tell if they were moans of anguish or joy. Being the pain-slut she had become, he wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter.

In addition doug got the feeling that his wife was enjoying being Ms. Cockrill’s slave, not that that was a bad thing. He always got off on watching girl/girl scenes.

He also got another thought. He wondered if Ms. Cockrill had ever put rings on Mr. Roquefort?. After all, why would they have such things here if they weren’t used on someone? doug, himself, had indeed experienced these devious devices before. It also fortified another idea the enslaved man had. This real estate lady was more than just a salesperson. He was convinced she also lived here. Was she the Roquefort’s slave?. . . Or was she their Mistress? . . . Maybe both! . . . She is probably a switch! Maybe they were all switches? Despite the lingering effects from his punishment, doug couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly when he thought of the combinations that could produce. He also thought about the parties he and louise could throw in this place.

By now Liz had wandered over to refresh herself after she had worn herself out whipping louise. The pegged man could hear her say something about sweating buckets. He was sure that it had to be hot under that catsuit, which seemed to be molded to her like the proverbial second skin. He couldn’t help but notice a healthy pair of breasts that were trying to burst out, and the way the material stretched so tightly over her ample derriere, if she had a pimple on her butt cheeks he would’ve seen it.

At the point when Liz picked up the remote control to activate the vibrator and the butt-plug, doug felt the rope around his right wrist that had him pinned to the chair, slip. Suddenly, doug felt like there was a chance of escape, but he had to be cautious about it. Liz was no dummy. Surely if she suspected he was trying to escape his bonds, she would’ve tightened the knots and punished him further.

When Ms. Cockrill rose from her seat to approach louise again, doug watched carefully that the latexed woman couldn’t see him out of her peripheral vision. When he saw her push louise’s hanging body, he pulled harder on his right wrist, which miraculously freed his arm. “A nice sight,” Liz said without looking at him. That gave him time to reach over quickly and untie his left wrist.

By that time Liz had picked out the whip she would use on louise’s spinning body, and doug had to feign like he was still bound while Ms. Cockrill used a thick six-tailed whip on louise. The whip-wielding woman showed no mercy whatever on the upside down suspended slave. Liz proved to be just as proficient with this instrument, giving louise the hardest whipping yet, getting a steady rhythm going and hitting the spinning body wherever she could, while poor louise was screaming into her gag.

It was during that time, however, when doug was able to free his legs, take out the gag and remove the rings.

Suddenly the spinning and the whipping stopped, but doug noticed something. Louise’s juices were running freely over her corset and hood. That answered his previous question.

But Ms. Cockrill wasn’t quite through with her slave-girl. At that point she turned the dial on the remote to it’s highest position. What followed was a mind-blowing orgasm for a thoroughly spent louise. “Cum for me now, cum for your Mistress!” Liz exclaimed. Doug felt gladness that his precious louise had achieved what every submissive longs for.

Once the vibrator was slowly turned off, and louise’s body was slowly lowered to the ground, it was time for Doug to act. While Liz had her back turned toward the “ bound and gagged” man, and while she was talking to the still hooded louise, he quickly and quietly snuck up on the unsuspecting real estate lady, who yelped suddenly from the strong pull on her hair. Looping his strong left arm around the woman’s smooth waist, he pinned her body to him. Ms. Cockrill was no weakling, but he exercised and lifted weights, so he easily controlled her as she screamed and fought against him. - Doug could see louise’s shocked expression in her eyes, and he wasn’t sure at that point who’s side she was on.

Desperately flailing her arms wildly trying to strike him, Liz was not giving up easily. Evading the blows Doug dragged her backwards in the direction of the stocks. His vision of seeing her naked body in that classic medieval implement was about to come true. Very carefully, he pushed her left arm into place, followed by her head and right arm. This time he knew where the key was.

“There we go my dear. This is the position I envisioned you to be in when I first saw this dungeon. It was rather kind of you to show us this,” he said sarcastically as Liz struggled and screamed. To negate her from trying to kick him, he retrieved one of the spreader bars she used on louise and put it in place. “I do believe I’ve heard quite enough of your mouth my dear. Where’s that balloon gag? Ah yes, right over near the chair you had me bound to!”

Liz’s loud protest was soon muted as Doug, who had rushed into the bathroom to pour some alcohol on the rubber gag, returned to where Liz was still screaming bloody murder, and forced her mouth open by squeezing the sides of her jaws. “This is really an ingenius gag you had in me Lizzie baby. Let’s see how you like it,” Doug said with a guffaw. Then squeezing the pump, he watched in glee, as the real estate lady’s jaws inflated.

Once he had his now slave girl immobilized and quiet, Doug ambled over to where louise was still bound and gagged. At least she wasn’t upside down anymore. Removing the hood and ungagging her, he looked at his wife, who seemed to be in a languid state. True, she was reveling in the most mind-blowing orgasm ever, and Doug was glad she experienced it. However, she was still his wife. Did she want to remain so? . . . Or did she want to become Liz’s permanent slave?

At that point he removed the other spreader bar, but something told him that she should be kept restrained. So he placed her on her knees with her wrists cuffed behind her and with one of her ankles chained to one of the hooks in the floor. He also reinserted the ball gag. “There you go my dear, don’t go anywhere while I work on your precious Mistress. . . or is that slave lizzie.” He chuckled out loud. “I think that’s my new name for our precious real estate lady!”

Leaving louise to her “ringside seat” as it were, Doug walked over to where he saw some closets and drawers, looked through them and smiled. In one of the drawers he found a shiny, wooden paddle, that was wide enough to cover both of a spankee’s rear cheeks. In one of the closets he found some leather pants. “Ah these must be Mr. Roquefort’s. Holding them up to his waist, the naked man smiled. “I think they might fit me! What do you think lou?” ...Nodding her head in his direction his wife tried to speak, “TTTMMMFFF”...”I think so too,” her husband answered whimsically. Sitting down, he pulled them onto his legs, stood up and pulled up the sleek material. “Almost as tight as that latex suit you had me wear lizzie,” he said with a laugh. Still smarting from those dratted needles and the clothespins, the man very carefully drew the zipper over his crotch.

“Hey, this feels pretty good. Mr. Roquefort and I must be the same size. What do you think ladies?” Doug asked as he spun around. When he didn’t hear a response he picked up the riding crop and quickly whacked lizzie across her still catsuited butt. “I asked you a question, slave!”...”YSR!” he thought he heard her blurt into the gag. He smiled. She was quick with that polite response, which told him she’d been a submissive before...which meant he was correct about her being a switch.

Then Doug looked over at his kneeling, gagged wife. “The same goes for you. When I ask a question, I want an answer, and since I addressed my query toward both of you ladies, I expected a response from you as well!” After he ambled over to her, he ordered to kneel up straight. A fiery red bottom and matching thighs greeted him, but the Dominant man had to maintain discipline. Two whacks with the riding crop, one on each cheek, forced the same sort of response out of louise as he got out of lizzie.

Then walking back over to where he laid that wooden paddle, his eyes lit up when he marveled at the shiny piece of maple. “You know lizzie,” Doug said as he addressed a now fearful looking real estate lady. “It was quite sneaky of you to lock us both down here while you watched us from upstairs,” he continued as he strolled back behind the stocked woman. “And there’s something else. I am quite familiar with real estate laws, my father was into this as well and I learned a few things. You know that contract that you had louise and I sign? We have three days to break it! So don’t think you’ve made this sale yet! This is a great place, for sure, but if I were you I’d cooperate with me if you want to realize that hefty commission you’d get for this sale!

“YSR.”

“On a another subject, you know that fake escape attempt by louise?” His wife’s face reddened when she heard him say that. “She knew there was no other way out of this cellar other then that one door,” he emphasized with a point of his finger. “She did that so you’d punish her. I guess by now you’ve learned what a pain-slut she is. But more than that, if a building inspector were to come in here, he’d flunk this house because of a fire code violation!...And the Roqueforts could never sell it to anyone!”
It was quite comical watching the lady with the charming English accent with her mouth stuffed trying to answer Doug’s declarations. “So I would suggest, lizzie, that you inform the sellers that they must have an outside entrance installed here, or the deal’s off!” Ms. Cockrill nodded in agreement.

Then laying the crop and wooden paddle on a table, Doug gazed at the catsuited ex-mistress, and looked for the zipper to the smooth material. Right up between her ample breasts it was. “I must say slave lizzie, you do look scrumptious in that catsuit, but I’m afraid it must come off. Reaching for the zipper, he drew it down, and a set of what he estimated to be size 38 or 40 breasts popped out. “Whoa louise!” Doug said as he looked over at an attentive wife. “You’d love sucking on these!” He raved as he slowly began rubbing the nipples. At first liz tried to pull her breasts away from the man’s hands, but it was for naught. “Oh I can have some fun with these later,” he boasted. Then he started peeling the latex down off her shoulders. It was necessary to fish the key to the lock out a zippered pocket of the catsuit so he could unlock the left arm hole in order to take the sleek material off her arm. After relocking her left arm in, he repeated the procedure on the right arm. After replacing that arm back in the stock, it was simply a matter of peeling the material down. He encountered some resistance pushing it over her hips, but he managed. Then there was the spreader bar. One leg at a time, he pulled the material down and off.

Locked before him in the classic position, was Ms. Cockrill, the charming English sales lady turned Mistress, who was now reduced to a submissive slave. Her naked breasts dangled invitingly, and her alabaster rear cheeks stretched tightly. He smiled at the spectacle before him. Such a glorious sight it was!

Doug’s leather pants crinkled as he moseyed over to pick up the wooden paddle. “You know at first lizzie, I was just going to use that hard-leather paddle on you, but I have a feeling that would be too easy on you. I think you can take a lot more. Isn’t that right, slave lizzie? ...”YSR.”... “That’s what I thought,” the leathered man said as he rubbed the maple colored paddle round and round on lizzie’s bottom. “Let’s find out how much you can take.”

He could see the bent-over long-haired woman try to relax her bottom, which was another sign this lady is no amateur. Doug smiled and raised the paddle in the air....then....................................... ...............WHACK!CRACK!SMACK!WHACK!SMACK!CRACK !SMACK!WHACK!WHACK!CRACK!WHACK!CRACK!SMACK!WHACK!C RACK!............................................. .................................................. .................................................. ............

Almost relentlessly and with a steady rhythm, hit after hit rained down on Liz's bare bottom. Each one reddening her pale flesh that little bit deeper.

The force pushed her body slightly forward towards the stocks,her breasts jiggling freely and the rings in her nipples glistened in the dim light.

Liz knew it was pointless wasting energy on trying to escape from the secured stocks, so she thought about what had happened in the last five minutes.

How things had changed. One minute she was enjoying punishing louise for her escape attempt, the next, Doug had somehow slipped her expert knots and now had her tightly imprisoned and gagged. His threat of pulling out of the deal amused her somewhat, little did he know that there was a secret entrance to the basement, but hadn't time to tell him that.

She felt a little embarrassed when Doug revealed that the escape attempt from his wife was fake, but accepted that it was a good plan they had cooked up....how they both would be punished once she had got out of her predicament.

Whack, whack, whack.....

Liz suddenly jumped back to her senses when the pain in her ass really started to hurt. Doug hadn't lied when he said that he had done this thing before!!! There again, so had she, so this could be an interesting ride.


She sighed heavily into the foul tasting rubber gag and relaxed as best she could, for at the moment there was nothing she could do but accept whatever her wannabe Master wanted to do to her.

(((Louise whipped - Flashback, #1)))

Hanging outstretched from her ankles, louise had long since lost count of the swipes inflicted on her. A burning feeling in her back, a building heat in her crotch and her mind spinning. She heard Liz talking to Doug but noticed it in an almost abstract way. It was all over her, the swipes shot up and down and made her turn and twist inside: at the same time they filled her with a kind of admiration and respect. Overwhelmed by the flogging she tried to keep herself together but the twists seemed to tear her down,. She had felt bothered about what would happen next, but now as she was put through the wringer it didn’t really count – but coming closer to a burning heat did.

Locked into her sheath of black leather and latex, she felt the spinning series of swipes grinding her thighs, her butt and infusing her mind with a hot pull. Her head rocked as she felt the tugging drive on her legs and that rope nibbling at her quim, and again feeling drops of hot fluid stocking in there. Her cunt was heavy with the knowledge of her full surrender to Liz, the feeling that this woman could make her kneel and suck off any cock in a room.. She had always known she was straight, so how could another woman be doing this to her mind? The feeling of turnover just rolled through her, taking control as she hung there waiting. When the burning glint of the whip hit her thighs again, she tried to hold it out, but soon the speed and force picked up. Her butt was being pummeled, stretched about and she just had time to think "if I'm giving in to this it's probably going to happen again in time".In scent and feeling, te corset and the ropes seemed to transform louise as she tried to imagine herself.

Suddenly the flogging came to a halt, but not like it was over. Louise was too deep into herself to pick up the talk between Doug and Liz, but when Liz' sharply defined voice came back to her she was all ears. The relief that was coming her way...oh man, she needed but...As she heard the buzz and felt her ass and pussy being massaged a soft wail rose from inside her. That tight crotchrope and the plug, she had been aware of them all along and now that the plug and vib cake to life, she felt the sweat and vertigo rise in her body - her flesh starting to tingle under the pulses of those invaders. Being hung up like this and stirred by those thingies made her feel intensely that she was a piece of fuck meat, a brute slave. It was a wish she had dimly harboured but she had never known it would come true like this.

Louise could only clench her hands and begin squirming, her tense crotch took in the pounding from the vibrating pieces. "Nnnnngghhh!...pmeeeaffm". It wasn't the estate agent's time to listen, and as she turned up the speed louise's moan grew strained as she tugged hard at the chains and tried to keep down her rising sensual feeling. Knowing that Liz and Doug were watching her blind, writhing form just pushed her harder, made her give over to the vibrating drive in her ass and cunt.. Biting hard into the gag she felt as if a strange dye was flooding her; it didn’t matter that her thighs hurt more as she moved them, she couldn’t stop.

Louise’s blood went throbbing right through her chest as Liz’ cunning toys ran harder in her holes. She could all but sense what Liz would be thinking: “good spinning there, my girl” and this egged her on even more. She panted hard, for a moment suddenly she decided tio give in, but as she let the vibe grind her she still couldn’t forget Liz had put them there and they were somehow for Her pleasure – an enticing but hard thought.
When Liz put the choice to her: “Are you ready to go further, go the last mile?” Louise was feeling the seething fire and really delving into it. Thinking of this place in a kind of inverted perspective, just made the turn-on rise in her to new painful levels. She could see nothing, but she guessed Liz would next be using a powerful flogger. It was a thought to make strong waves come crashing in her soul. In silence, she pondered it. Her mind cried out no, she’d had enough, she’d even tried to escape, but her inner being yearned to go through this.
She listened into the dark silence, then tried to picture the fire she was facing. Her legs stretched up like some weird broad feather. Silence. She remembered something she had heard a submissive friend saying once: “the last action I will be taking as a free woman…”Then – she nodded, assented. At least for now, louise wanted to show her submission, needed to be Dominated by Liz and nobody else.

“My oh my, an amazing wife…” she could hear Liz commenting to Doug. Moments later, she was violently thrust round and could feel the whip licking her waist, her breast, taking her from behind like an assailant. The bite across her skin was stingy and hot and furious, driving the point home that there was no return. Her breasts seemed to heat up as the whipping thongs hit again. Growling into her gag, louise felt her sluttty drive pulling her in a circle as if she was dragged after a sled through the snow. “Nnnghhh!! Ah! Mmmm-mMGHH!!” Liz seemed more determined than ever to show her Domme presence.

Doug was actually quite impressed with Ms. Cockrill’s stamina. The leather pantsed, shirtless man didn’t count the strokes with the paddle, but he estimated he spanked her bottom at least sixty times. Not only did her bottom turn cherry red, but even with the gag in place he could tell she was gritting her teeth as her face became flushed. Otherwise, the real estate lady turned Domme, and now His slave, took the stiff spanking admirably well.

Walking around to the front of the stocks, the Dominant man held her head up by her hair. She cringed from the shooting pain in her scalp, but to his amazement she hadn’t shed a tear. Doug was beginning to like liz more and more. She’d proven to be a superior Mistress, indeed, and he was glad he’d showed his submissive side to her. Perhaps one day he’d submit himself to her once again. But for now, her payback was only beginning, and when he informed her of that, she babbled something incoherent into her gag.

Then looking over at a kneeling, attentive louise, Doug picked up the riding crop and approached her. “How did you like watching your precious mistress get spanked?” he asked with a slight sarcastic tone. Like lizzie, she attempted an incoherent reply, which only made the dominant man snicker. “Kneel up straight!” he ordered his wife, which forced her dangling boobs to waver slightly. Tapping her right tit with the crop, He looked down at her as he grabbed her hair with his left hand, forcing her head up. “Do think I didn’t notice how admiringly you’ve were watching liz while she was punishing me? She attempted to babble something, but gagged louise wasn’t making much sense. “You looked like you enjoyed torturing me by licking that needled pouch, didn’t you? And do you think I didn’t know that escape attempt was fake?” Again she jabbered into the gag. “Well since you are so enamored with lizzie, I have something in mind that will give you two some togetherness.” More jabbering.

Doug then unhooked the chain from the ring that held louise to the floor and ordered her to her feet, pointing the crop toward her breasts to ensure obedience. Leading her over to where the dangling chain hung from the pulley, he attached her wrists over her head and activated the up button on the dial until just the balls of her feet touched the floor. The whip marks had not yet faded, as he attached a spreader bar between her ankles. After tapping the crop gently against her wide open pussy, he ambled back over to the stocks.

“Okay lizzie baby, it’s your turn. Unlocking the medieval implement with the remembered key, Doug quickly cuffed the freshly spanked Ms. Cockrill’s wrists behind her back, attached a leash to the leather collar around her neck and forced her to follow Him over to where louise was suspended by her wrists. “Here we are my dear lizzie.” -Doug got the distinct feeling she didn’t like to be called that- He then freed her wrists only to raise them over her head, so that she was facing the other woman and suspended in the same manner, which placed the two ladies in close proximity to each other. Of course he added a spreader bar to lizzie’s ankles as well.

Stepping back and admiring the scene before Him, Doug wished he had a camera at this moment. This scene, however, would be pictured in his mind’s eye forever- two naked ladies facing each other, nearly tit to tit.

Then he remembered how Ms. Cockrill was sneakily watching louise and Himself while Doug and his wife played in the dungeon from a video camera upstairs. Perhaps he’d mosey up there and have a look for himself. But that would come later.

For now though, He wasn’t quite through. Walking over to the drawers he’d seen earlier, he pulled one open.. “Oh we can have fun with these,” He mused as he held up four sets of chained metal clamps.

As the dark haired man ambled back to where his two slave girls dangled so invitingly, Doug noticed louise trying to make eye contact with liz. “I’ll put an end to that nonsense!” he declared as he slipped blindfolds on both of them.

“See lizzie, I told you we could fun with these!” Doug said as he held up one of her size 38's. But to his surprise she barely flinched when he enclosed her right nipple with one of the metal clamps. He could tell she was feeling the pain, but she was breathing inward sharply and letting it out, which further enforced her experience as a submissive. Her discomfort doubled when Doug attached the second biting implement. These clamps were not adjustable with absolutely no let-up from the relentless pressure, and even though her nipples were turning purple, she absorbed the excruciating torment rather well.

Then Doug looked over at his wife. “Okay louise, let’s see if you can do as well as lizzie.” He then extended the chain from liz’s right nipple and pointed the other clamp toward louise’s right nipple. Knowing what a pain-slut his wife is, he figured she’d take it pretty well, and she did, reacting similar to lizzie. Then Doug pulled on the chain that was attached to the clamp on liz’s left nub, and extended it so that it crossed the first chain between their bodies, and he attached the other clamp to louise’s left nipple.

Stepping back and again wishing he had a camera, Doug would not forget this picture for the rest of his days on this earth.

Then he added something. He strolled back over to the drawers, where he found some one pound weights. Smiling sardonically, the man picked them up, ambled back and immediately hung a one pound weight to where the two chains crossed, dragging all four nipples downward. Doug heard the ladies breathing harder, but instead of pitying them he added another weight. He was glad that the clamps were on tight enough so they wouldn’t slip from the nipples.

“Almost done ladies,” Doug boasted as He knelt between them holding two more sets of metal clamps. He decided to let louise go first this time. Very carefully he pointed an open clamp toward her left pussy lip. A raucous reaction was blurted into her gag as the relentless pressure mounted. That reaction doubled when he attached the second clamp on the other pussy lip. Writhing in pain, his wife’s face reddened, but now it was lizzie’s turn. Her reaction mirrored louise’s, as the two clamps were attached to her sensitive lower lips. Then as an added bonus, Doug added a one pound weight to those crossed chains as well.

“I think this is a good payback for that needled pouch, lizzie baby, and for you dear wifey, for the way you enjoyed my torture.” He declared as he ambled toward the basement door. “I hope you ladies enjoy yourselves, while I go upstairs and have a look at you two from that video camera,” he said with a hardy laugh, as he walked out of the dungeon, leaving the two trussed up, clamped ladies to suffer for a while.

*

Searching the main part of the house, Doug found that video camera in a cozy den. “The Roqueforts sure have class,” he mused as he flipped on the switch. He smiled wickedly as the picture of his two slave-girls came into focus. “I wonder if they have any beer in the fridge?” He asked himself as he got up and slipped into the kitchen. Finding some indeed, Doug returned to his “ringside seat” as it were. Snickering as his two chained ladies squirmed. What a sight it was!

Then he laughed again. “I’ll bet lizzie baby got wet watching me dominate louise earlier!”

At that point he swung the camera around the room. “This is an extraordinary dungeon,” Doug declared to himself. “Certainly the best I’ve seen.”

Suddenly, he saw something in the dungeon he hadn’t seen before. There appeared to be a cutout in the wall behind the set of drawers. There was no knob on it, but it appeared to be a door. “Maybe there is another way out of the dungeon!” He laughed out loud. “That’s what lizzie was babbling about when Doug went into His tirade about the building inspector,” he thought.

“Alright then Ms. Cockrill, you just might’ve made yourself a sale!”

But for now, the man watched the two ladies twist from the relentless pressure of the clamps.

There was a sudden cold draught on Liz's now bare back, making her gasp slightly, as Doug opened and slammed the heavy cellar door. The key slowly grated in the lock, ensuring there was no immediate escape for either louise or herself. She could hear him clomping and squeaking his way upstairs to the main house."One guess where he's heading" she thought.

Eventually Doug's footsteps receded. The only sounds Liz could hear were louise's hard breathing and occasional soft moan as the weights swung gently, tugging their soft flesh painfully downwards. She, however, had endured this type of punishmnet on more than one occasion, but by adding weights onto her nipple rings as well as clamps,relishing the searing pain.The feeling of her vagina lips being pulled this way was a new one. "Not as bad as I expected it would be, not bad at all" she thought dreamily.

"Well this is all very nice" she mused,snapping out of her little daydream "Could have pumped up my gag a little more though. Call yourself a Master? I'll show you how to gag someone properly when I get out of this mess. Besides, you shouldn't leave a gagged person unattended. Another rule broken!My oh my you're not doing well are you Doug" she thought darkly.

Quickly her attentions turned back to the other woman."Yes sweet darling, deceiving louise,it's all your fault we're in this position, I hope you're pleased with yourself! Let's see how much of a pain slut you are....how do you like this?"

Liz clenched her fists then bit hard into the inflated rubber, preparing herself as much as she could. Taking a deep breath in through her nose,then sqeezing her eyes shut she jerked backwards as sharply as possible, tightening the chains that held louise and herself together, then jerked forwards just as quickly. The clamps bit in, the chains droppped and the weights bounced wildly. An immediate hot agony shot through her as her flesh was tugged harshly in random directions.

Liz bit harder into her gag and she could see stars behind her blindfiolded eyes as she fought to control the pain. Louise wasn't as restrained, she made a loud stangulated noise as the unexpected burning pain hit her.

Minutes later the weights settled back into their gentle swinging motion and louise's screams had reduced somewhat, Liz jerked back and forwards again, renewing the burning torment on both herself and the other woman. Again louise screamed, but louder this time. Liz was pleased with her efforts, event hough she was in agony herself. "So louise" she thought through the clouds of pain,"just because I can't touch you, it doesn't mean I can't punish you" With that little thought she jerked around and sent the weights bouncing again.

More screams from louise and more agony for both of the trapped women continued until Liz had enough herself. "I do suffer for my art sometimes" she laughed inwardly.

Again the cellar went quiet apart from the light tinkling of the chains and the heavy breathing from both of the imprisoned women, each one dealing with their pain in the own way. Eventually the burning feeling turned into a dull and more manageable throb, but still painful nevertheless.

What seemed like hours passed without any sign of Doug, then Liz thought she heard a familiar noise. Straining her ears she heard it again....a little whirring soung. "It seems he found where the cameras are set up. I wonder if he was watching me punish his wife....I hope he did"

(((Louise whipped - Flashback, #2)))

If her head was covered in black and her ,mouth plugged by the ball gag, louise's senses were driving her around as in a storm. Liz' whip took the chance to visit her shoulders, her back, her thighs and her mound, she was ferocious. It poured right through louise's skin, pushed into her horny being. She kept spinning and kicking as if she were in a wind tunnel, and for every other strike she growled "aaaahhh! nnnghhhhh!!", feeling on fire and longing to be fucked but also to give her best in service. She emitted a muffled cry and felt juice stocking itself in her cunt. "oh please let me release this soon..." she thought, wondering if Liz could have brought a strap-on. The idea of being taken that way had never been likable to her before, but in this hot haze she wanted it to go all the way.

Her body dangled and shook under the swipes reddening her stomach, and finally even her breasts - though they were shielded by the tight corset that fit like eel skin, the heavy stings were quite obvious as they rapped over her naked arms and tossed like wind against the leather cover grasping her tits. louise felt on fire, and when one hard swipe hit in the middle of her exhaling through her nose, she finally lost it and yelled out both from pain and from the amazing lust. Her trapped cunt, pounded by the vibe, pulsated uncontrollably, faster and faster and made her feel dizzy.
She both wanted to get out of this and stay right here. "Nnnnnghhhh!!" she growled and then a hoarse muttering as her shoulders started to vibrata: "Pmeeeafe, cummmmmph..." She was already running, and suddenly she noticed the whipping had stopped. She hung there, blind, bound, muted and reduced to Liz' cumslut.
She bit the ball gag, feeling the wetness flowing out of her soppy crack.
"Cum for me louise. Cum for your Mistress" - Liz' voice arrived from close by, and as she rubbed slave louise's mound and then slapped it, the young woman sobbed and growled hard, shaking and yelling inarticulately ": "Mmmmmghh! Aaugghh!"
Would she ever be able to look Liz in the eyes again without feeling an urge to submit to that lady? And would she ever know if Liz had a submissive side too?

She didn't recall anything much of the next few moments until Mistress Liz had hauled her down to the ground. her whole body ached, as she lay there in the dark, her hands bound behind her for the moment (Liz had retied them after freeing her from the frame), still hooded and gagged, she felt as if the moment floated around her. Then suddenly, she heard the rumble; Doug calling - not at her - Liz apparently kicking at something - what was this? She was too tired to register at first, but as Liz growled and the sounds of creaking and heavy breathing darted around her, louise realized with a shock that Doug must have broken free and jumped at this wonderful woman. louise squirmed in her corset and hood, kicking feebly with her legs and finally sobbing out of fear of what was next.

A whip cracked; louise rattled in her bonds. "I asked you a question, slave!" he called at a distance, not to his wife but to Liz. The muffled, guttural response of ms Cockrill told louise Liz must have been powerfully silenced, with a cock gag or a ring gag. louise made a low grunt, trying to sound questioning and hoping Liz would hear it. No reply. Did the woman accept Doug humiliating her with with the same whip she had used on him? Maybe she had no choice, but louise knew submission is always first off mental.

She heard Doug's steps getting closer, and pushed herself to her knees. Still unable to see him or speak to him but feeling his presence; he was there looking at his leather-corseted wife and slut. Not more punishment, please...the silence was snow white as he stood there, watching the bound, hooded woman.
Finally he reached down and quickly undid the black hood. louise looked up at him, her face matted and make-up smeared or bleached. She fixed on his eyes, there was no trace of a smile. they were cold, and her very eyes felt naked in her mind. "I suppose you find the trousers fiitting fro your Dom?" he asked. Her mind raced "

"I asked you a question, slave! The same as for your slave sister"
"Mmmgh! Y-s-r" louise finally admitted, though she didn't know how far she meant it, her submissive side had kicked in. She tilted her head a little...but he lashed two fresh swipes with the whip. Sniffling and crying, twisting her tongue under the ball gag, kneeling as before, she accepted it for the moment.

As her eyesight cleared she could see Liz bound and forced into surrender in the stocks; the estate lady's mouth was stuffed by an impressive cock gag, proclaiming her submission as a woman. She noticed Liz was still wearing the latex catsuit. As she looked over there, louise felt an insane urge to tell Liz they were now sisters, enduring the same kind of bondage and surrendering their roped bodies. It was illogical: far as she knew, Liz was a Domme, that was how she knew her, but right now they were equals somehow.

It was quite an eye-opening sight Doug experienced watching the two ladies squirm in their bonds from his overhead view. He knew, however, that it was not a good practice to leave a gagged person unattended, so he moseyed back down the stairs just in case one of them became in need of his assistance.

Making sure the closing of the cellar door was loud enough to draw their attention, his leather pants crinkled as he yelled at them from across the room. “I’ll be right over to free you two in a minute, but first I want to check on something I spotted in the camera.” Walking over to where he thought he saw what looked like a door, Doug inserted two fingers in a groove in the wall, and exerted some pressure. Indeed, the wood began to slide. Ten seconds later, he was looking into the backyard. “Aha, Ms. Cockrill!” He shouted in a happy tone. “This is what you were babbling about earlier when I went on about not having a back door to the cellar! Very well then, the chances of you selling this house has gone up immensely!”

Strolling back to where lizzie and louise dangled, Doug continued his monolog. “I know what you’re thinking lizzie, that you could’ve told us about that back door if we had asked, but I wonder why the Roqueforts made that so inconspicuous? I’m sure there are other secrets about this house that haven’t been revealed yet, but as things have worked out here, it might not matter to me, but we’ll get to that later.”

As Doug stood almost between the two chained up damsels he couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight before him. Two lovely ladies joined together by their tits and pussies...and still squirming. The thought of whipping them both crossed his mind, but louise had taken quite enough of that from Ms. Cockrill, so he decided to free her first. Very carefully, he squeezed open the clamp on her left nipple. As she yelped into her gag the man attached his mouth onto her reddened nub and sucked on it gently, tonguing it back to life. Repeating the operation on the other nipple, his wife’s lovely mammaries were now freely bobbing on her chest. It was only a matter of turning around in order to repeat the same freeing of lizzie’s nipples. He also thought it to be a treat sucking on the real estate lady’s tits, for she was indeed quite well-endowed.

Getting on his knees Doug took some time to reflect on the fact that both of these ladies had, that very afternoon, seen his submissive side. After all, he had been in the scene for many years and had met many switches, some of whom were the most masculine looking men you’d ever meet. He thought about Rob, a six-foot two, dark haired man in his late twenties, who was the host of some of the parties Doug attended. That he was a Dom was no doubt; Doug had seen him in action, but one night a lady showed, who turned out to be Rob’s old Mistress. So the fact that Doug had let his still submissive side show, was no big deal; in fact he was elated about it.

At that point Doug very carefully squeezed open the clamp that held louise’s right pussy lip. It was, he was sure, immediate relief to his precious wife when he licked the affected area, for he could hear the pleasurable sighs. This scene repeated itself on the other pussy lip, and the joyous audible breaths were doubled. Next, it was Doug’s distinct pleasure to be able to lick the pussy lips of the real estate lady, as he carefully removed the unrelenting clamps.

“I hope you two ladies are feeling better now,” Doug said in a slightly sarcastic manner as he patted each of the still blindfolded and gagged slaves’s bottoms. “I just want to let you two know that I’ve only just begun with slave lizzie here. It has indeed occurred to me that lizzie could be just as much a pain slut as you are louise.” It was rather comical seeing her agree by nodding her head. “So with that in mind,” Doug continued. “I think it would be remiss of me to deprive the slut of her just due. Wouldn’t you agree, louise?”

Doug knew he had put his wife in a quandary. If she shook her head no, that could mean she didn’t think lizzie could take as much pain as she, but if she nodded in agreement, she’d be calling the other woman a slut. Being the wise person she is, louise kept her head still. But for not answering she received a swat on the butt with a riding crop.

“Very well then, now that we have that cleared up, come with me dear louise.” Saying that, Doug unchained her wrists from the pulley, but quickly cuffed her wrists behind her back, impelling her to follow him with a tug on the leash that was attached to her collar. Across the room the man forced his wife to the floor on her belly. It was a simple matter of hooking the ankle cuffs together with a metal clasp, then bending the legs backward to meet the wrists that were already cuffed and taking a short piece of rope and tying the wrists to the ankles, which left his dear louise hogtied on the floor. Then turning her body around so she could see lizzie, Doug patted her on her rump. “Now you will be out of the way, but will be able to see what’s happening to slave lizzie.”

With a glint in his eye Doug then slowly strolled over to where the naked real estate lady hung suspended and smiled.

As she stood stretched out, her hands chained up and watching Liz' face, silenced like she was herself, sweat and pain sank into her but also an unconditional new feeling,: she felt the need to stand by Liz but at the same time a strange shade of gratitude to Doug for taking her into this space. They were like corners of a triangle, she thought, and with her arms and legs stretched again, she felt more owned than she had in a long time. With muffled cries she sought Liz' gaze, trying to tell her they were now together, but the other woman's eyes were sometimes closed, sometimes kind of cold and glinting. Which only fed Louise's need for contact and approval by the enigmatic, beautiful and bound Domme.
She breathed hard, thinking of how He would now be able to finger them both in the pussy. Her chin heaved up, but Doug pulled her head firmly to the side with a tug to her hair, and blotted out her eyesight with a blindfold. Moments later, she heard Liz grunting and understood she, too, had been robbed of sight. Louise's cunt went tingly with fear and the thought of how they were totally at Doug's mercy, his chained pleasure slaves who would - she knew it - be punished.

But this didn't seem to be on his mind, not first off. When He let the clamp bite into liz' nipples, one after the other. louise could catch the sharp, hissy breathing and when she was offered the same kind, she summoned up her resistance to take it. Still, she whimpered and tried blindly to shake her hair to the side. The bite pulling down was vicious, and the feel of their nipples tugging at each other stretched it harder. She felt her blood wandering up there.
A little later, when the second set of clamps nudged at her left pussy lip, her belly shook and she gave a rough growl into the gag. Of course her breasts started wiggling as well, sending a fresh shot of pain from there too. Even if she was a masochist this was pushing her over the limit: with both labia crying wolf, she gave a harsh flow of murmurs as the foul pain bit into her. As her husband slapped across her front hole she moaned fiercely: "This never ends" she thought, sweating again. But when the link to liz was fixed down here too, she learnt just how true that was: liz groaned and started pulling involuntarily at the crossed chains, sending an uneven pulse of tugs across to louise's hot cunt and ripping into it. Both women grunted in unison as their privates were bit into and claimed by Doug's design.
louise felt her labia tugged down, guessing that he had found a stone to fit them both. As he explained to his blindfolded wife this was her punishment for submitting to liz' orders earlier, she felt her legs, her cunt, her mind stretched. If only liz could see her, but she knew the other was in much the same predicament. When Doug left, minutes later, she felt herself going on an uphill climb through pain.

It didn't let up for one moment, just settled a bit. But maybe fifteen minutes later, when louise felt a sudden sharp pull on the nipple clamps, she was confused - no sound of Doug coming back. Then an amazing, shocking rebuff hit her as the chains and clamps got into motion and seemed to tig her nipples downeven deeper. She cried out behind her gag, feeling like her tits were on fire - it was only after some time that she grasped what liz must have done. She was awed by the stamina and ruthlessness, and again she found herself admiring this lady precisely becuase of the way she could put her into fiendish pain.As she hung there rocking in her chains and moaning she felt a sudden urge to be on her knees eating from liz's pussy. The next moment she cried out hard as her breasts seemed ready to rip open.

The pull down in her crotch and the riveting pain made her go wet again. She shook like a rag doll at what liz was doing to her, but couldn't deny the sensual turn-on either. She literally couldn't think of a single connected phrase she would have uttered to Ms Cockrill if she'd been ungagged, her feeling of pain and fleshyness overtook everything.

When Doug removed the clamps on her crotch a long while later, louise was already very moist and it felt like she would not be able to sleep for a week for the pain in her pussy and in her entire body..His long, eager licking made her hotter again but she was determined not to cum right now - it would be the wrong moment and of course neither Liz nor her husband had permitted it. When she heard his sneaky half.question whether she thought liz counted as a slut as much as he did and should be treated that way, louise felt her face going hot, then red. She knew she was blushing despite being ball gagged and blindfolded. The way he said it just presupposed she herself was His slave and a slut, a horny lady creature who had to accept what she was given and who could be punished for going too far in one direction. That had happened to both her and Ms Cockrill in the last hours, but she couldn't really bring herself to call liz a slut. Feeling her thighs and her neck swelling with shame and arousal, she kept silent, and was rewarded with a strike on her butt.

louise breathed hard and moaned as she was finally brought down from her suspended pose opposite liz, but there was no let-up, with her hands cuffed behind her back she was a helpless slave woman again. Doug removed her blindfold and then wiped the droool off her mouth and some of the blood and sweat off her breasts. For the first time ever, louise could se liz' naked, welted body, stretched out rigidly and still tortured by the breast and pussy clamps. Liz' hair was matted and fell down over her blindfold, she shook slowly and breathed in a low, hard rhythm knowing she would be tortured more at the hands of Doug. She looked, louise thought, like a woman accused of witchcraft who knows she is beyond any mercy but expects none. At the same time she had shown that merciless side to louise when she could force her into pain despite that they were both chained up cumsluts.

Doug tugged at her leash and led his wife over to a corner of the floor where he had put a mat. "Get down on your belly, slavewoman". She flinched a little, but obeyed and let him yank her feet together and pin her into the hogtie he wanted. Muted and again drooling, she looked up at him and over at slave liz' hanging figure on the pulley chains. Rolling a little, louise felt the cool but at least not hard cotton mat against her stomach, thighs and pussy.

Doug's sudden, powerful swats at her butt made her grunt again, but she knew that what was coming to liz now was far harsher. Looking at liz' still covered-in, sweaty brow, louise wondered if she would be made part of the punishment again or would just be watching.

Liz felt a rush of cool air as Doug returned to the cellar, but an even bigger one that made her shiver when he opened the concealed door to the outside world. She breathed deeply as the fresh evening air assaulted her nostrils and lungs. "That smells rather delicious" she thought,"but I hope he doesn't leave it open for long, don't want to catch a chill" She shivered again.


As the first clamp was removed from her punished nipple Liz drew in a quick breath and bit down on the inflated rubber bulb, not because of the pain as the blood rushed back into the squashed flesh, but because she was hoping that Doug would have left them on for a while so she could feel true pull of the chains and heavy weights. When the second came off she knew then that Doug intended on doing even less tolerable things to her....her mind wandered a little.

However she felt quite relieved when the other clamps were unfastened from her now moist pussy lips. She clenched her fists as the rush of blood returned to her nether regions, but almost flew open again as she felt the unmistakable feeling of a tongue on her.
Unfortunately the light licking didn't last long when the tongue was removed abruptly.

Moments later, Liz could hear the rattling and clinking of metal, she presumed that louise was being taken down from the pully.This was to be the case as she could hear shuffling movements soon after.

Liz thought it quite amusing when Doug asked his wife a no win question, but when she nodded her head to try and indicate that she wanted him to remove her gag so she could speak for herself, he obviously mistook the nodding as to her admitting she was a pain slut. Now she realised,Doug would probably act on her so called admission and chances would be that he would invent a punishment just for her.

She could hear more movements and clinking, presumibly louise was being tied in some way or another by Doug. Soon the only sounds heavy breathing and a slight creak of leather.

Suddenly Liz felt very alone, it was if there was no one else in the cellar with her. All she could do now was to enjoy the nice fresh air and wait silently for what was soon coming to her.

Ms. Cockrill, or slave lizzie, looked deliciously stunning to Doug as he ambled around her suspended form. Her twin thirty-eights sprouted majestically from her chest and her nipples were already hard. The glistening moisture between her legs told the leather clad man that she was eagerly anticipating the inevitable occurrence that was about to enfold. From the initial introduction Doug was enthralled by the real estate lady’s charming voice and her shiny brown eyes. The confident manner in which she showed louise and himself this richly immaculate house further raised her stature.

It was, however, when she daringly showed the couple this dungeon, that clearly told him that there was more to this woman than just being a saleslady. The events of last hours accented that notion. This woman had indeed proven to be a superior Mistress, for she knew her way around this playroom expertly. Doug felt no anger toward her whatsoever, because it was he who essentially allowed Ms. Cockrill to enslave him. Surely there were instances when he could’ve overpowered her to put a stop to her “fun.” Yet, he chose to submit to her, and he is not sorry about it.

Now, however, the tables have been changed. Reaching out to remove the blindfold, he smiled pleasantly. “I want to see those pretty eyes,” he said as he caressed the side of her curved face with his hand. The wanton excitement that was showing in those windows to her inner self spurred Doug on. “The gag stays in though,” he added as he gave the pump a few squeezes.

Looking over at an attentive louise who was hogtied across the room, he gave lizzie another compliment. “That was a superior whipping you gave to my dear wife. That’s a scene I will not forget anytime soon.” Under her gag, Doug thought he detected a sincere, “Thank you Sir.”

“So I think it would be remiss of me to begin this scene without a whipping, don’t you think?” Her eyes told him she would be pleased with that.

“But I’m not going to turn you upside down, my dear. That’s not really my style. Besides, I kind of like the position you’re in,” Doug said as he picked up the same whip lizzie used on louise. Then without further fanfare he calmly walked behind the waiting woman and unleashed a hard thwap high across her back. A loud sigh was emitted from her lips as the suspended siren threw her head back. The man quickly followed that up with one an inch lower, as all the tails sliced forcefully across the reddening skin. Repeatedly, varying the cadence, shifting from forehand to backhand, he kept up the flogging until every inch of her back, buttocks and thighs were covered with red stripes. Through it all, however, there were no shrieks or screams of anguish. It was quite obvious to Doug that slave lizzie loved the feel of the lashes on her skin.

Impressed by her stamina, the whipmaster walked around to her front. Once again he saw wantonness in her expressive eyes, and the Thames running between her legs. The first slash landed on the top of her right breast, which forced a more animated response from her lips. Liking that reaction, he repeated that action on her left breast. A matching red stripe appeared as well as a similar retort. Another slash across both nipples produced the loudest reply yet. Obviously they were still sensitive from the clamps. Relentlessly, Doug worked his way methodically down the front of lizzie’s body, over the tummy to her navel, purposely skirting the pussy. But he didn’t forget the insides of the thighs which were vulnerable because of the spreader bar. The red stripes that appeared after each strike put some color to that normally pale part of the body.

By now lizzie had her eyes closed as she tried to absorb the fiery flogging. Looking over at louise, Doug could see that she was very interested in what was happening to her new friend. A few more slashes across lizzie’s front and the man laid down the whip.

By that time, however, Doug’s felt a steel bar pressing against his leather pants, and even though lizzie looked like she needed to be fucked, Doug resisted the urge to take her down and do just that. At that point he smiled over at louise and walked over to where she was hogtied.

“I really didn’t want to exclude you from this little scene, my dear, and I just thought of something you can do,” he said with a chuckle. Kneeling in front of louise’s face, Doug pulled down the zipper of the leather pants and allowed his raging hard-on to be freed of it’s confinement. His wife has proven to be quite adept with her mouth, and it wasn’t long until she had sucked the entire length into her wet mouth, even while tied in this position. The feeling was absolutely heavenly as Doug began to slowly fuck the oral cavity that was giving him so much exquisite pleasure, while guiding her movements with a strong grip of her hair. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to explode. louise furiously swallowed every drop. After wiping his satisfied manhood in her hair, Doug gently caressed the side of her face, and leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips. “Good slave,” He whispered.

Returning to an attentive lizzie the now satisfied man smiled pleasantly at the freshly whipped woman. “Time to change your position, my dear,” Doug said. “I imagine your arms will be glad too,” he said with a sarcastic laugh. Lowering her body with a turn of the crank that controlled the pulley so that her feet were now flat on the floor, he unchained her wrists, but left the spreader bar in place to deter her from trying to run. Then quickly gathering both of her wrists behind her back in a vise- like grip, Doug compelled lizzie over to the same bench she had louise tied to earlier. Forcing the naked woman onto her back with her spread legs hanging in the air, he quickly chained one wrist and then the other to the I-bolts that were imbedded on either side of the bench. Then raising her legs he simply hooked each ankle to two parallel chains hanging from the ceiling. This left lizzie’s body in a forty-five degree angle with her buttocks off the wooden bench and her legs straight out and wide. The Dominant man hadn’t used this position for awhile, but it was always one of his favorites, because it gave him access to every part of her body except her back.

lizzie’s well-developed breasts rose and fell deliciously as Doug smiled down at his captive prey. “I saw something else in the same drawer where I found those clamps,” he said. Then leaving her temporarily he quickly returned holding a pin wheel. “I’ve always liked these, slave, and since you like to play around with needles, I thought you’d enjoy this tantalizingly painful little device. And by the way, I can still feel the effects of that needled pouch on my privates.” An incoherent reply was blurted into her gag as lizzie looked excitedly at the Dominant man.

Her breasts were such inviting targets he couldn’t resist starting there, running the sharp implement slowly around the meaty part of her magnificent left globe. Closing her eyes as if she were drinking in the savory sensation, her pain-sluttiness was clearly on display. Slowly, Doug rolled the pins round and round in tightening circles until he reached the nipple. A deep sigh exhaled into her gag, as the shirtless man eased the sharp pins back and forth over the highly sensitive nub. “Isn’t this fun?” asked Doug. Then he looked over at louise, who was watching eagerly. “Aw, do you want to feel how much fun this is?” Spouting something in the affirmative, she seemed anxious, so her hubby obliged. Rolling her onto her side, exposing her breasts, Doug crouched down and slowly repeated what he did to lizzie. By the time he had rolled the pins slowly over her nipple, she was also sighing deeply, absorbing the deliciously tangible smarting. Not to be left out, Doug repeated the operation on the other breast.

Then rolling his wife back onto her tummy and giving her a quick smack on her inviting rump, Doug returned to lizzie and continued rolling the pin-wheel this time over the other breast, which produced the same reaction. Then ever so slowly, he rolled the sharp pins, which like those needles in that pouch, did not penetrate the skin, but were sharp enough to cause some anguish, up her body. Taking deep breaths, lizzie appeared to be drinking in the nectar. When Doug rolled the pins over her navel, she gulped air, but he stopped just before reaching her pussy. He had plans for that, but not right now. Moving slowly to her thighs where the stripes from the whipping were on vivid display, he rolled the pins over the redness. Hearing her moans, he really couldn’t tell if they were from pleasure or pain. The insides of just about anybody’s thighs are extremely sensitive, and he had a feeling this pain-slut was loving this. He made sure both thighs felt the deliberate attention offered by this prickly instrument.

Doug smiled as another idea popped into his head. He didn’t always preplan his scenes, because there were times when the flow of the action leads him to something not planned, like now. “So you like to play with the soles of the feet, do you lizzie?” Doug said with a guffaw. “Let’s see how you like this.” Then slowly, Doug rolled the pins over the bottom of her left foot. Again she gulped air and let out a muffled sigh. Every inch of her foot bottom felt the pins, and Doug knew she had to be in agony. Of course he repeated this action on the other foot, and by the time he was finished beads of sweat were rolling down her cheeks.

Like the insides of thighs, the bottoms of peoples feet are indeed vulnerable spots, and Doug was glad that lizzie proved that to be true. But he wasn’t quite finished with the pinwheel yet. There was one other place that needed to be explored, and when the man sat between her splayed legs, the experienced slave knew what was coming. Not wanting to disappoint her, Doug very carefully rolled the sharp pins over her outer pussy lips. Once again, she closed her eyes and sharply sucked in air. Reddening from the sharp-edged stimulation, her lips felt the relentless anguish. Just like those needles that stimulated his cock and balls earlier, she surely felt the pins. And when he rolled them over her inner lips, her muffled sighs were the loudest yet. Then opening her up completely, he uncovered the most sensitive part, and carefully rolled the pins over her clit. Tears welled up in her eyes as she squirmed. “Almost through,” he assured her softly. When he saw the drops rolling down her cheeks he stopped.

At that point Doug decided to take a rest. He knew lizzie had a high threshold, but everybody has a limit, and since he’d never worked with her before, he didn’t want to push it. But since he knew this position she is in is not that uncomfortable, he left her like that for ten minutes while he sat in a very comfortable chair across the room.

That time gave Doug time to decide what to do next. He wanted to get louise involved with this, and he smiled when he thought it through. Unhooking his wife from the hogtie position, he led her by her leash over to the bench, and had her straddle the wooden seat while facing lizzie’s wide-open pussy. “I think it’s time, slave, that you make this lady feel better. You just witnessed her torture, and her clit hurts, so I want you to lick it!” Ungagging her, Doug then grabbed louise by the hair and pushed her face into lizzie’s crotch. “Lick it slut!” he ordered. Eagerly, the dark haired woman obeyed. Consequently, the lickee was soon moaning with pleasure. But Doug yanked louise’s head up before lizzie could cum. “Not yet!” he ordered, as he pulled louise to a sitting position as he picked up the riding crop. Carefully easing the flat head of the crop so it covered liz’s opening, Doug raised the wiry implement slightly and thwaped it hard against her defenseless pussy. The forced retort into her gag was immediate. Then Doug pushed louise’s face back between liz’s thighs. louise didn’t need to be told what to do. A few licks of the tongue sent some spicy stimulation to liz’s clit. Once again, however, the man yanked louise’s head up before liz could cum. Being careful not to accidently strike louise with the crop, Doug once again covered liz’s cunt, then slowly raised the leather part, and once again snapped the head of the crop against the highly sensitive area. -Doug wondered what the Roquefort’s would think about their star real estate lady getting her pussy whipped, and louise was getting a close-up view of it. Once again Doug pushed louise’s face into the hanging crotch, and once again liz’s eyes showed what a wonderful job slave louise was doing. The man was really enjoying this and let it go on for a few more rounds before allowing louise to continue to lick liz’s clit without stopping her. To add to the mix, he stood up behind louise and thwaped her across her buttocks. “You keep getting whipped until she comes, slut!” Doug admonished. But liz was so aroused that it only took a few more licks before she shrieked with pleasure into the gag.

A half hour later, Doug who had found his clothes that had been flung into one of the corners of the dungeon, was fully dressed standing in the middle of the vast playroom. Slave louise was kneeling on the floor to his left, wrists bound behind her and a leash still attached to her leather collar that was emblazoned with the word “slave” in silver. Ms. Cockrill had been allowed to once again don her latex outfit, and was standing to Doug’s right.

The man handed the leash to Ms. Cockrill.

“Liz,” he said in an official tone, “I present to you slave louise, to do to her whatever you desire. You have proven to be a superior Mistress and I am sure you will take good care of her.” As he looked down at an ungagged louise, Doug could see the gleam in her eye. “I am sure, Liz, that you realize how much louise wants to be your slave, so I doubt if you will have any trouble with her. But I do want to reserve another session with you at some point. There are few Mistress’s I would submit to, but I would willingly allow you to Domme me again...But for now, I am going to leave louise with you. This has been an eye-opening afternoon to say the least, but it is time for me to leave.”

After hugging them both, Doug headed for the newly discovered back door and was gone.

The two women watched and Ms Cockrill waved as Doug crunched his way up the gravel path at the side of the house. "Bye Doug, see you soon" they both said in unison, admiring his manly butt as he walked. He turned left then disappeared from view. "Such a lovely man, your husband" Liz said sincerely. "Yes he is", louise said, nodding in agreement.

Liz shut and relocked the hidden door then noticed that louise was shivering a little. "Oh dear, you must be feeling quite cold now. At least I've got my cat suit.... and a bit of inner heat to keep me warm" she added. "yes Mistress i am feeling somewhat chilly" louise said sheepishly, then emphasised the point by shivering again. "I could punish you again, that would warm you up" Liz chuclked. "There again, maybe not.I think you've had more than enough for one day."

Liz flicked through the miriad of clothing and costumes for a few moments. "Ah here we are" she said, pulling out a long cape. "This will keep you warm for a while. Now come here and turn around" Louise obeyed and within moments her handcuffs and collar were loosened and plopped onto a chair. Liz wrapped the cape around louise's rather spendid form and buckled the stiff high necked collar securely.

"That should do the job for now methinks. How does it feel, getting warmer?"

Lousie took hold of the cape and wrapped it around herself in a tight self hug and smiled broadly. "That is much better Mistress thankyou. It wont be long before i'll be sweating again and it's very nice to have my hands free again"

Ms Cockrill smiled, gave louise a tight hug then kissed her gently on the forehead. She retrieved the lead from the collar on the chair and clipped it onto the cape collar. With a glint in her eye Liz gave the lead a little tug. "Let's go upstairs now and have a nice long bath together, then you can cook me dinner."Yes Mistress it would be a pleasure" louise said quickly.

As Liz led louise back upstairs to the main house she whispered "I'm sure you and Doug will love living here, the Rochefortes did." They both laughed out loud.

Just thought I'd be cheeky and bump this for anyone who wishes to read the whole story. A huge thankyou to all those who have alraedy!!

Nudge, nudge lol.

Just bumping for anyone who would like to read the full story. La de la la!! lol.

Liz...do be a dear and keep up the bump-ups...:d

Another bump up

What a great story- somebody should make a movie out of it.

Thanks - I agree it came out very visual and sensuous. Loved writing it with these two buddies, too.

It's been a long time....