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The Atonement
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Author's note: This is part 4 of a 5 part story. Please read the first 3
parts first to better understand the story. PLEASE leave any comments, good
or bad, to "racecar" on Rusty & Ed ies bbs.
THE ATONEMENT
By: "Racecar"
Part Four: The Outing
Barbara stood staring at the outfit she had purchased for today's
shopping trip with Cheryl. The black leather mini-skirt looked like it
belonged on a 12 year-old, not a woman her age who was the mother of two.
When she tried it on at the store, she had to buy a smaller size just to get
the effect of 'barely covering your ass' that Cheryl had directed her to buy.
It did barely cover her ass. If she were to bend over or reach for anything,
the skirt rode up and exposed everything worth covering. The blouse she chose
was a plain, button front, white cotton. After she had gotten it home,
Barbara noticed the fabric was so thin that she could see her hand through it.
God only knew what it would be like when she put it on without a bra. She was
going to exchange it for a more conservative one, but could not find the time
to do so. She rationalized that, with this skirt, who would be looking at the
blouse anyway. She exhaled deeply and placed the outfit on hangers so they wo
uld be ready to put on when Cheryl arrived.
As she was under the warm mist of her shower, Barbara thought back to
what Cheryl had said about today's trip. Barbara swore Cheryl kept saying
'we' will do this and 'we' will pick you up, etc. She wondered who the 'we'
were. She knew that one person was obviously Cheryl, but who, and how many
others? She wondered if they were the same girls that were at Cheryl's the
night she served as maid and whatever. She hoped not. She doubted she could
face, let alone talk to, them ever again . She kept wondering as she grabbed
the razor and began shaving between her legs. When completed, she rinsed one
final time and stepped out of the shower to dry off. On the vanity was her
douche kit. She readied everything, douched and cleaned th e nozzle and bag
before putting it away. As an afterthought, she took the enema bag she had
also purchased yesterday and cleaned it thoroughly in preparation for later
use. As she cleaned, she wished she had told Cheryl that she had indeed
given he rself an enema before arriving for Mr. Bryant's private show. If
she had done so, she would have been spared the embarrassment of having to
have another woman administer it to her in front of others. "What's done is
done." she mused while putting t he bag and accessories back into the box.
She slipped the dog collar around her neck, studied herself in the mirror for
a moment, put on her robe and clicked off the light as she left the room.
Barbara walked into the kitchen and looked at the clock. "45 minutes
to go." she said to herself. "Nothing to do now but wait." She poured
herself a glass of Coke and sat down at the table to pass the time. She
thought about John and the conversations they had over the weekend. He seemed
like a new man since they left Cheryl's. He was still loving and caring but
he sported a more open air about him. She had never known John to be so open
and straight forward with her before. He made it absolutely clear to her that
he was satisfied with the status quo and, though he felt sorry for her having
to put up with Cheryl's domination, she was the one ultimately responsible for
it. She had to agree. One thing was certain. His appetite for sex had
certainly increased. Every time the opportunity presented itself, he was
grabbing her breasts or shoving his hand up her dress. She was happy to see
the improvement in their relationship. At least something good has come out
of all this. As for herself, there were times when she was willing to risk
everything and tell Cheryl to go to hell, but then her fear of the
consequences of such action prevented her from doing so.
As she sat thinking about John's kiss good-bye and his wishing her
luck before he left for work, Barbara heard the slamming of car doors. She
peered out the back window and noticed Cheryl, Beth and another girl she
didn't recognize walking t o her door. She wasn't sure whether she should
greet them in her robe or to remove it and answer the door nude. As the first
wave of shame came over her, she decided she would leave the robe on. She
walked slowly to the back door and opened it jus t as the trio had approached.
"Hi, Barbara. I see you've gotten yourself all ready." Cheryl said
as she filed past Barbara.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl" Barbara's voice seemed to have left her and
the reply came out a mere whisper.
Cheryl stopped dead in her tracks, turned and looked at Barbara as the
others filed through the open door.
"What's that you said? Speak up! I can barely hear you." Cheryl
spoke with raised eyebrows.
Barbara cleared her throat and attempted to reply again.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl. I said 'Yes, Mistress Cheryl.'." Her
voiced now boomed. Barbara felt embarrassed about both replies. She looked
at the Beth and the other girl staring at her. The newcomer seemed vaguely
familiar to her, but Barbara just could not place the name with the face. She
closed the door and led her guests into the kitchen.
"Barbara, I know you remember Beth but do you remember who this is?"
Cheryl wrapped her arm around the girl.
Barbara looked the girl up and down. She appeared to be in her late
teens, early 20's. Her skin was perfect. It flawlessly covered her 5' 4"
frame in a tautness one only saw in younger women. Her breasts, while not
exceptionally large, we re ample for a girl her size and seemed to be about
the same size as her hips. Barbara remembered the green eyes but still could
not put a name on the girl in front of her.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl, I know I know her, but I can't seem to
remember her name." Barbara was still quizzically looking at the girl as she
answered Cheryl.
"Shame on you. This is June Webster. I ran into her while shopping
one day and we started talking about old times. Your name came up and she
said you used to baby-sit her when she was younger. Well, she's 18 now, and
planning to enter col lege this fall. When I was planning this outing, I
thought it would be a good idea to bring her along. She jumped at the
chance." Cheryl had that knowing look in her eye and smirk on her lips.
As soon as the name was mentioned, Barbara remembered June. She
remembered her as the most precocious, spoiled and misbehaved little brat she
had ever had to baby-sit. She remembered that June had a brother, one year
her junior, who was jus t the opposite. As a matter of fact, Barbara
recalled, she thought he had somewhat of a crush on her. That was years ago,
Barbara thought. She imagined how June reacted when Cheryl told her about her
'sex slave', and was sure she jumped at the cha nce to get even at Barbara.
Of all the people Barbara had ever known, none would look forward to torturing
and humiliating her more than June Webster.
"Yes. Now I remember. How are you June?" Barbara put on her best
happy face as she greeted June. "And how is Paul, your brother?"
"Paul and I are very well, thank you Barbara. But haven't you
forgotten something?" The girl looked straight at Barbara and returned the
phony smile.
"What's that?" Barbara tried to remember some detail that June was
referring to, but couldn't come up with a thing.
"Well ... from what I hear ..., It should be 'Mistress June'."
Beth broke out in heavy laughter as Barbara reeled backward from the
shock. Cheryl, too, had to laugh at the boldness June displayed to her former
disciplinarian.
"She's right, you know." Was all Cheryl could say before breaking up
again.
Barbara regained her composure and glared at the kid. "She hasn't
changed one bit." she thought. Remembering her situation, Barbara knew she
would have to be on her best behavior today in order to avoid the wrath of
this kid from hell. She bit her tongue and replied in her most courteous
voice.
"I'm sorry, Mistress June." The words 'Mistress June' shot from her
mouth like an arrow aimed at a villain's heart. "It won't happen again. I
was so glad to see you again that I forgot where I was."
"You didn't forget where you are. You forgot who you are." Again
June returned the arrow. "But I'll forgive you. I know how happy you are to
see me here. I just know this is going to be a perfect day." The sarcasm in
June's utterance w as evident to everyone present.
Cheryl was taken aback by June's brashness and began to have second
thoughts about inviting her along. It seem to her that June was attempting
to control the day and Cheryl didn't want that to happen. Barbara was hers --
all hers. She mig ht not object to loaning Barbara to someone temporarily, As
Mr. Bryant had suggested to her yesterday on the phone, but it had to be
understood that Cheryl, and only Cheryl, had absolute control over her. She
decided the time had come to assert her authority and she stepped in front of
June to address her slave.
"We had better get a move on here. Look at the time. Remember we
have to be back by 2:30, at the latest, so you can be here when the kids get
home. Let's get that robe off so I can check to see if you're ready." Cheryl
grabbed the robe's sash and, with one tug, pulled it free from the robe.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara slid the robe off her shoulders and
laid it over the back of a chair. She shot a quick glance at June and noticed
the smirk on the brat's face.
"C'mon, we don't have all day! Assume the position!" Cheryl
admonished.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara clasped her hands behind her head and
spread her legs.
Barbara noticed that June had moved to a position directly in front of
her. Embarrassed at her very obvious station within this circle, she looked
past the young girl and out the window behind her. She felt Cheryl rubbing
her freshly shaved pubic mound and bend over to examine it.
"Very good. You remembered to shave this time. Did you douche?"
Cheryl peered up from her vantage point at Barbara's thighs to look the young
housewife in the eyes.
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara's face was getting redder and redder.
"Let's check, shall we? Spread those pussy lips wide open so I can
see how clean you are." Cheryl's actions were clearly designed to display her
power over, and to humiliate, Barbara in front of the newcomer in the group.
Barbara reached down and spread the lips of her vagina as directed.
She kept looking straight ahead as Cheryl's finger prodded the outer edges of
her vagina before forcefully plunging deep inside. She felt the finger
withdraw and saw Cheryl stand up holding it to her nose. The next thing she
knew, Cheryl's finger was poised on her lower lip. Barbara knew what was
expected of her and opened her lips to accept the moistened digit. She saw
Cheryl gloating as she moved the finger in and out of her mouth, She glanced
back at June who seemed deeply absorbed in the entire scene as she watched
Barbara's face for any reaction. Barbara's eyelids closed for an instant and
she felt a tear form in the corner of one eye. She heard Cheryl proclaim
'very good' as the finger withdrew.
"Go get your enema bag, and bring out the outfit you bought for today.
I'd like to take a look at it before you put it on." Cheryl barked the order
out like a grade school teacher.
Barbara hurried out of the kitchen and returned within minutes
carrying two wooden hangers, upon which her outfit hung, and the box with the
enema bag inside. She hung the clothes on the trim around the doorway
leading to the living room and handed the box to Cheryl before re-assuming
her position. She watched Cheryl hand the box to Beth and disappear behind
her, she assumed to check her new clothes. Her eyes followed Beth as the
nurse opened the box and spilled the contents onto the table. Beside the bag
and hose, the kit contained 3 nozzles. One nozzle was the adult enema
nozzle, another a juvenile enema nozzle and the third, longer, thicker,
ribbed nozzle was meant to be used as a douching nozzle. Beth surveyed all
three be fore picking up the douche nozzle and attaching it to one end of the
hose. Barbara wanted to tell her that she had the wrong nozzle, but kept
quiet. She was determined to avoid any punishment whatsoever today. She'd
be damn if she give June the sa tisfaction of watching her get spanked.
Beth attached the other end of the hose to the bag and adjusted the
clip to prevent water flowing through it. When satisfied that everything was
in good working order, she strode over to the sink and began to fill it up
with cool water. She noticed the dish detergent on the counter and decided
to add a generous amount to the water. When the bag was stretched to its
maximum, she turned the water tap off and screwed the stopper into the top
then turned around to look for Cheryl.
"I'm all ready to go. Where are we going to do this?" She asked,
when she noticed Cheryl standing to the side, and slightly to the rear, of
Barbara.
"Oh, I think the table will do fine." Cheryl replied. She put her
hand in the small of Barbara's back and gave a little shove. "Go Lean over
the table, feet on the floor and spread apart, of course." She ordered.
Barbara stumbled over to the table and placed herself as directed. At
Cheryl's command, she reached behind and spread the cheeks of her butt wide
apart exposing her opening. A moment later she felt the nozzle probing it.
She was suddenly a ware that neither the nozzle, nor her anus, had been
lubricated. Just as she was going to yell "Wait", the nozzle broke past the
tight barrier and was inside her. She nearly lost her grip on her buttocks as
she recoiled from the pain. The sharp pa in was followed immediately by the
sensation of cool liquid filling her bowels. Within a couple of minutes,
Barbara started to feel the discomfort of being filled. She struggled to hold
all the liquid in and, in the process, her teeth clenched her lower lip. The
volume of liquid within her distended her lower abdomen and the pressure was
tremendous -- too much for her to bear.
"Please, Mistress Cheryl. May I speak?" Barbara pleaded with tear
filled eyes.
"What is it?" Cheryl answered, annoyed by the interruption.
"I ... I can't hold any more. I'm sorry, Mistress Cheryl, I just
can't!" Her agony clearly showed on Barbara's face.
Cheryl look at Beth who just shrugged her shoulders and pursed her
lips. With a nod of Cheryl's head, Beth clicked off the flow control and
began to remove the nozzle.
"Oh, wait a minute before you take that out." June interrupted while
frantically rummaging through her oversized purse. "Can I just get one
picture of this? I'm sure Paul would like to see what Barbara looks like
after all these years."
"Make it quick, and just one!" Cheryl answered. She found the idea
of June showing a picture of Barbara, in this position, to Paul amusing.
Barbara watched as June positioned herself for a side-view photo of
her. Her face was looking directly at the camera when the flash went off and
caused instant blindness. She closed her eyes and cried a little more. She
had been psyching h erself up for this day all weekend. When she kissed John
goodbye this morning, she thought that she was mentally prepared for anything
that would happen today, and was determined not to show her embarrassment or
pain to anyone. She hadn't planned o n June, however. Her presence here had
completely undermined all of Barbara's mental conditioning. When she reopened
her eyes, she saw June and Cheryl huddled around the picture in June's hand
waiting for the development process to complete itself. They looked like two
school kids looking at a National Geographic magazine. She turned her head
and faced the other direction while Beth slowly withdrew the enema nozzle from
her. She heard someone, she thought Cheryl, tell her to go relieve hers elf
and get cleaned up again. Barbara didn't have to be told a second time. She
quickly ran from the table to the bathroom amidst the laughter of the other
girls.
As Barbara reentered the kitchen she noticed the girls all looking at
the picture and laughing. She saw June look up at her and drop her head back
while she exclaimed how much her baby brother is going to enjoy the picture
she took. This wa s the first occasion of this sort where John was not
present to lend Barbara at least some moral support. Feeling completely lost
and without hope, she re-assumed her position and waited.
"C'mon, girl. Let's get a move on." Cheryl clapped her hands
together as she spoke. "We don't have much time to do what we have to and be
back in time for the kids. Get your clothes on and let's get out of here."
Barbara scurried to her clothes and began dressing. When she put the
blouse on, she saw that it was much worse than she had imagined. Her darker
nipples were clearly visible through the white material and, worse, the
brushing of the materia l against them made her nipples more erect and much
more noticeable. She was sorry now that she had not taken the time out to
return the blouse to the store and pick out another one. She wiggled into the
skirt and noticed it, too, was worse than sh e had remembered. If she stood
straight up, with hands at her sides, and did not move, she felt the hem of
the skirt hit her near, but not quite at, the bottom of her cheeks. She took
a deep breath and tried to push the waist down a little further, but it was a
futile attempt. As soon as she inhaled again, the skirt was right back in
place. The tears started again as Cheryl grabbed her arm and spun her around
for the girls to see. As a final insult, Cheryl unbuttoned one more button on
the blouse proclaiming that everyone should be able to see her 'pretty
necklace'. Barbara also noticed that anyone as tall as she, or taller, would
also be able to see her entire breasts without craning their neck. She
wondered how in the world she cou ld ever go out in public dressed like this.
She knew she would surely be arrested.
Barbara locked the back door and walked over to the car where Cheryl
was holding the door open for her. Cheryl instructed her to sit in the back.
She blushed as she bent to enter the back seat of the 2-door car and Beth
whistle indicating B arbara's privates were in clear view. She heard June
giggle a little girl giggle and she gritted her teeth as she sat down. Beth
crawled in beside her while June went around the car and sat in the front next
to Cheryl, who was the driver. As Chery l looked out the rear window prior to
backing out, Beth grabbed Barbara's knee and spread her legs apart. Barbara
complied in silence.
During the drive, the three girls chatted about everything under the
sun, except about Barbara and what they had planned for the day. Barbara
would have joined in the conversation, but was afraid to speak without asking
permission, and decid ed that what she had to say wasn't worth the additional
embarrassment. Her silence was first noticed by Cheryl.
"Why so quiet, Barbara?" Cheryl asked as she viewed Barbara through
the rear view mirror. "Doesn't our conversation interest you? Or do you have
other things on your mind?"
Before Barbara had the opportunity to answer, Beth chimed in.
"Oh, I know what Barbara has on her mind." Beth giggled. "I have
what interests her right here." Beth began searching through her pocketbook
and finally pulled out a dildo which closely resembled a male penis in looks
and feel. She held i t up and asked Barbara "Is this what interests you,
Barbara? Is this what you want?"
Barbara appeared to be at a loss for words and did not know how to
answer the question. She saw Cheryl looking through the mirror again and
noticed that June had spun around and was watching with glee. That object
certainly was not what Bar bara had on her mind, but if she answered
negatively, it might be taken badly, or something more vile would be brought
up. In a panic, she answered the safest way she knew.
"Yes, Mistress Beth."
"Well then, you shall have it. But first, let me 'flavor' it a bit
for you"
Barbara watched as Beth put the dildo under her own dress and sat back
with a large grin as her arm moved back and forth a few strokes before
reappearing with the dildo, now dripping with aromatic pussy juices. When
Beth began moving towards her, Barbara spread her legs a little wider in
anticipation of the insertion. To her surprise, Beth told her to "Open up
and say 'ahhh'." Barbara was bewildered by the request. She opened her
mouth and began to say "ahhh" but the insertion of the dildo into her mouth
cut her words short. She was caught completely off guard by the sudden
thrust of the rubber penis into her mouth. Her eyes flung wide open and she
saw the laughter on June's face. She sat there, in tears, as Beth told her
to work it in and out with her hand and to pretend she was giving some guy a
blow job. She complied and began to suck and move the dildo in and out of
her mouth. She heard Beth suggest that she use her other hand on her pussy
to get herself off. Agai n she complied. As the car sped along the busy
highway, Barbara was too embarrassed to look out the window for fear of
seeing a passerby staring at her. She slid down a little further in her seat
to avoid such notice but pretended the maneuver was designed to effect better
penetration of her finger into her pussy. She closed her eyes and began
drifting off. The car's swaying soon became the gentle motion of a water
bed. The fingers now touching the tender areas on the inside of her thighs w
ere those of her husband, John. The swooning had begun, accompanied by the
characteristic low moans. Her hips instinctively moved in rhythm with the
prodding fingers and the petting on the inside of her legs. Her journey to
paradise had begun. Th e swaying ended abruptly with a jolt as the penis was
yanked from her mouth. Barbara opened her eyes to the leering faces of three
smiling women. She was shocked by the reality of where she was and
embarrassed that she had allowed herself to fall victim to her inner body's
cravings so early in the day. She glanced down at Beth's hand still stroking
her thigh and at her hand with 3 fingers still inserted deeply inside her.
She looked at Beth and thought back to her last encounter with her a nd the
heavenly feeling of her tongue on the spot her hand now occupied. Suddenly,
she felt disgust and quickly removed her hand and sat up.
"First stop. Everybody out." Cheryl exclaimed as she turned the key
to shut off the car.
Barbara looked out the window. She had no idea where she was. A sign
above the shop in front of her read: "Jule's Leather Goods -- Coats, Luggage,
Riding Equipment & Specialties". In the window were various sets of gorgeous
leather suitcas
es as well as many different travel accessories. She wondered what Cheryl
could possible have in mind stopping here. It then occurred to her that
Cheryl must be going to buy luggage for her move to Colorado. The thought of
that happening lightene d her load and made the day seem a little brighter.
The seat in front of her was pulled forward and the three girls were standing
around the door waiting for her to emerge. She struggled to get out with
revealing the least amount of flesh to her au dience. In one way, she
thought, they were doing her a big favor. In their desire to watch her get
out of the car and humiliate herself, they formed a perfect shield against
anyone happening by. She gave one last push and planted her feet firmly o n
the ground. The car door slammed and the group of women followed Cheryl into
the store.
Once inside the small shop, Cheryl led the group past the stares of
browsing customers directly to a doorway located at the very rear of the
display area. Barbara wondered at first why they were bypassing all the
luggage, but thought that, p erhaps, Cheryl had already purchased her luggage
and was just going to pick them up. As she walked through the second doorway,
she gasped and realized the real purpose of their stop here. The small room
resembled a dungeon with an abundance of mann equins wearing collars, cuffs,
leather hoods, etc. Several mannequins were arranged in bizarre positions and
held there by various forms of chains and bars, while others sported devices
attached to their nipples, vaginas and penises. Most of these mannequins also
featured different forms of gags and blindfolds around their heads. The walls
of the room displayed all sorts of whips and paddles. Barbara shuddered at
the sight. Her eyes were agape at the many spectacles on display before them.
She vowed she would try her best to prevent any punishment that might entail
the use of any of these articles of true torture.
A salesman approached and began talking to Cheryl. Barbara did not
pay attention to what was being said. She was busy looking at the displays
around her. She noticed that several of the customers from the front of the
store had followed th em and were milling around the mannequins and staring at
her. She blinked and turned her head back towards Cheryl and the salesman.
"To tell you the truth, we have nothing yet." Cheryl was explaining
to the older salesman. "I'm really looking for some items that would be used
on occasions when discipline would be in order. You know, nipple clamps that
adjust to differe nt amounts of pressure, and from which you can hang
different size weights. Also, I'd like something for paddling or whipping
that would smart, but not raise large welts." Cheryl grabbed Barbara's arm
and pulled her to her side. "This is Barbara, my slave..." Cheryl continued.
"Her husband raised an objection at my use of a leather belt on her backside
the other night and I thought I could find something as effective, but that
didn't leave such large marks. I think you can still see where t he belt
struck in a couple of places. Turn around, Barbara and show the man your poor
ass." Cheryl spun Barbara around and pushed her head forward so that Barbara
was forced to bend at the waist.
Barbara felt Cheryl lift her skirt hem and tuck it into the waist band
while her other hand lightly ran across her exposed rump. She saw Beth in
front of her with a slight smile on her lips and June to her side with a hand
across her mouth a s she giggled uncontrollably. Past them, Barbara noticed
that the eyes of the other customers in the room were now glued to the group
of girls putting a slave on display. Many of the customers were in awe at the
scene and simply stood with mouths o pened in amazement. Barbara felt the
heat of the blood rushing to her face as she blushed in embarrassment. She
had come to realize that no matter how well she had prepared herself to expect
the worse, it seemed that the worse she had imagined was never as bad as what
actually took place. She yearned for the salesman to ask the others to leave
the room until he was through with this customer, but he appeared to be in as
much shock as the gawkers were and was completely taken aback by the situ
ation.
"Well, you really can't see them any longer, but if you rub your hand
over her cheeks, you can feel what I'm talking about. Here, feel this?"
Cheryl grabbed the salesman's hand and placed it on Barbara's buttocks. "Just
be careful. She wa s playing with herself on the way here and I'm afraid
she's gotten herself all excited and wet down there."
Barbara could have died from embarrassment when she heard Cheryl tell
the salesman that story, although it was true. She could feel the cool air
against her wet vagina evaporating the pussy juices. She felt goose bumps
form on her cheeks as the salesman's hand wiped slowly and softly across
them. His touch made even more juices flow from her pussy. She noticed that
the rest of the customers in the room were now completely engrossed in her
display. She saw two businessmen slowly edge their way to the rear of the
room in order to get a better view of her behind. She closed her eyes and
hung her head in despair. The salesman's hand stopped its wandering and
Cheryl tugged her into an upright position once more. She heard the sa
lesman ask Cheryl to wait a moment and he disappeared into another back room.
He returned carrying what looked like a small whip, but with many ends. He
explained to Cheryl that this cat of nine tails was her best bet. The thin
tails produced a st inging bite on even a gentle slap, while their rounded
edges prevented large welts from forming when swung lightly. Cheryl looked at
Barbara and then back to the salesman to finalize the sale.
For the next 45 minutes Barbara was subjected to gross humiliation as
she was made to try on several different ball gags, nipple clamps, leather
panties with built in dildos and so forth. Her humiliation had become a show
for the growing cro wd of customers in the back room and they would whistle
and applaud their approval after each item was demonstrated. When the session
ended, Cheryl had purchased the cat of nine tails, a pair of adjustable nipple
clamps with an assortment of danglin g weights, a leather gag which sported a
4 inch replica of a very thick penis to be inserted in her mouth and panties
with a pair of black dildos built in. The quartet began to leave the shop
when Barbara sensed that her skirt had not been taken ou t of the waist band.
In a panic, she stopped short.
"Please may I speak, Mistress Cheryl?" Barbara asked in obvious
distress.
"What is it now, Barbara?" Cheryl appeared agitated at the delay.
"I think you forgot to put my skirt back down over my ... ass."
Barbara was careful to use the right word. "May I please arrange it, Mistress
Cheryl?"
Cheryl looked at Barbara's backside and laughed. "Yes, go ahead." she
chuckled. "We don't want the whole world to see your pretty little ass. Do
we, Barbara?"
"No, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara answered as she straightened her
skirt.
"Tell me, Barbara. Who do you want to see your ass?" Cheryl looked
at Barbara's eyes with a sly, half grin on her lips.
Barbara was taken aback by the question. She thought for a moment
then lowered her eyes and answered the way she thought Cheryl wanted. "Just
you, Mistress Cheryl."
"Oh, really? You mean you don't want John to see your ass -- your own
husband?" Cheryl was playing the game again and enjoying every moment. "And
how about Beth, after all she's done for you. And June, who was so happy to
see you again? You mean, you would deprive them the pleasure of seeing your
pretty ass?" She looked deeply into Barbara's eyes with a pouting,
inquisitive look.
Barbara never raised her head as she replied. Her full blush was seen
by all in the shop. "No, Mistress Cheryl. I want John and Beth and June to
see my ass, too." she answered in a very low tone, disappointed that she had
answered wrong th e first time.
June, who had been standing close alongside Barbara during the
exchange, reached over and grabbed Barbara's chin and lifted her head up to
face hers. "And what about my brother Paul? Wouldn't you like to have him
see your ass. I mean, he o nce liked you very much and I'm sure it would make
his day to see his Barbara's bare ass. Wouldn't you like to give him the
enjoyment he'd get from seeing it?"
Panic struck Barbara again. How could she answer that question?
Having a teenage boy looking at her naked body was nothing she would ever
consent to. She looked as Cheryl with a pleading expression, hoping that she
would dismiss June's que stion and spare her the humiliation of having to
answer it.
"Well, Barbara? Answer the question. Wouldn't you like to bring such
joy to one of today's youth?" Cheryl was getting excited by this aspect of
Barbara's humiliation. She felt her pussy getting wet just thinking about it.
She stepped clo ser to Barbara. "Well, answer June, Barbara."
Y...Y...Yes, Mistress Cheryl. I would like to let Paul see my ass
too." At the completion of her answer, June dropped her hand from Barbara's
chin and the beaten woman's head slumped against her chest as she began to
sob.
"Well, we'll have to see what we can do to arrange it then." Cheryl
said and turned and continued towards the front door.
Barbara followed Cheryl out of the store to the cheers and clapping of
the spectators. Barbara wondered why Cheryl would spend so much money on
these items when she was moving to Colorado so soon. She remembered John
telling her not to coun t her chickens, and she thought that perhaps Don had
refused the promotion and transfer. The tears formed but she held them back
admirably. The quartet piled back into the car and sped away leaving behind
several people who would not soon forget wh at they had witnessed on this day.
"We only have 2 stops left." Cheryl announced. "Anyone feel like
lunch?"
Barbara remained silent while Beth and June both agreed that lunch was
a good idea. The car soon pulled into the parking lot of "Les Gourde", a
fashionable restaurant frequented by a mostly upscale clientele. Barbara had
always wanted to ea t here, but couldn't justify paying the prices they
demanded for one meal. She would gladly refuse the opportunity to eat here
now if it were possible, but for a different, more obvious, reason.
The group entered the restaurant and were greeted by the stares of
all who noticed them. Barbara wanted to hide behind the elegant draperies.
Many of the patrons looked on in disapproval as the maitre de led them to
their table in a far co rner of the main dining area. The dining area was
decorated in pastels and was very brightly lit by fixtures that looked very
elegant and very expensive. The place had a special aurora about it that
shouted "class". The waiter handed them all men us but Cheryl grabbed
Barbara's out of her hand and handed it back to the waiter explaining that
Barbara was not very hungry and would only be having something light which
Cheryl would pick out from her menu. The waiter took back the menu with a rai
sed eyebrow and asked the group for their cocktail orders. They all followed
Cheryl's suit and ordered frozen strawberry Daiquiris. Cheryl ordered Barbara
a beer and asked that it be poured into a bowl. The waiter again raised an
eyebrow and disap peared. A few moments later he returned with the drinks.
He gave each of the others their cocktail and placed a bowl in front of
Barbara. He opened a bottle of beer and poured in slowly into the bowl. When
finished, he laid a soup spoon next to t he bowl and asked if they were ready
to order.
Beth spoke first, ordering the house salad, with French dressing, and
the Turkey club. June chose to skip the salad and opted for the open faced
steak sandwich. Barbara's mouth was watering as they ordered. She had not
realized how hungry she was.
"I'll have the roast beef Au jus." Cheryl said. She touched
Barbara's hand and ordered for her. "She'll just have a bowl of the beef
broth."
They all handed the menus back to the waiter and watched as he
departed.
"A toast." Cheryl raised her glass high and spoke in a loud voice.
"To our dearest Barbara ... and all her canine friends."
Barbara blushed and looked down at her bowl. "She would have to bring
that up again." she thought to herself. She heard the glasses clink together
and return to the table.
"Barbara?" Cheryl touched Barbara's hand again. "This lunch is in
honor of your recent show for Mr. Bryant, who, by the way, called and said
that he'd like to use your 'special talents' again when a group of buyer's
come to town for his ann ual open house. And my neighbor, Jackie, said thank
you for taking such good care of her Rocco. She also asked if you'd be
available in the future. I told them both that we'd have to see how well
behaved you are."
"Anyhow," Cheryl continued, "I'm sorry I didn't order you something
more substantial for lunch. I thought that, since you are not allowed to use
your hands to assist you in eating (in keeping with the theme of the lunch),
that a liquid lunch would make it much easier for you. Keep your hands on
your lap and use your tongue to lap up your beer and broth when it comes."
Barbara looked around at the crowded dining room. She had been seated
with her back in the corner and was able to look out across the entire room.
In turn, the entire room could plainly see her, as was evident by the number
of stares she wa s still receiving. Her face flushed crimson when she lowered
her head to the bowl of beer and began lapping it up as Cheryl ordered.
"I've got to go to the ladies' room." June said as she pushed back
her chair and rose from the table. "Would you like to go with me Cheryl?"
Beth agreed to stay behind and watch Barbara to make sure she drank
her entire bowl of beer while Cheryl and June left for the ladies' room.
Lunch was served soon after the pair returned and they all began eating. The
broth was the most del icious beef broth Barbara had ever tasted. It was a
shame that she would be to embarrassed to ever show her face in here again.
She could imagine what the real food tasted like. Cheryl kept admonishing her
to keep lapping whenever she would stop f or a breath and she was soon done
with her 'meal'. She reached for her napkin, but a scowl from Cheryl made her
drop it back onto the table. Beth picked it up and lowered it under the
table. Barbara suddenly felt her vagina being wiped with the fi ne linen held
in Beth's hand. She looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed what
was happening now. As she expected, several of the patrons were staring under
her table and poking their partners with their elbows to make them aware of
wha t was going on. When Beth had finished wiping Barbara's pussy, she raised
the napkin to Barbara's face and began wiping the broth from her face and
lips. Barbara smelled her own juices on the cloth and blushed even deeper,
much to the delight of ma ny of the diners and the disgust of the others.
After the girls finished their meal and Cheryl had paid the bill,
leaving a rather large tip for the gracious waiter, they got up to leave.
When they reached the lobby, Barbara had a sudden urge to urinate.
"Please Mistress Cheryl, may I speak?" The blushing girl asked.
"Now what!" Cheryl snapped.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Mistress Cheryl, but I have to p..pis real
bad. May I go to the ladies' room, Mistress Cheryl?"
Cheryl looked at Barbara from foot to head. "Of course I'll let you
relieve yourself, Barbara, but not here. Follow me."
The three girls followed Cheryl out of the restaurant into the parking
lot. They walked to the far end and stopped where the pavement ended and the
lawn began.
"This spot will do." Cheryl proclaimed. "Go ahead and relieve
yourself, Barbara."
Barbara looked at the lawn and then to the parking lot. She couldn't
possibly urinate here, in the open, with all these people entering and leaving
the restaurant.
"That's okay, Mistress Cheryl. I don't have to go anymore." She
lied. She didn't know how much longer she could hold it in, but she did know
she couldn't do it here.
Cheryl walked over to Barbara and yanked her hair. "Listen, bitch.
You have to pis and you know it! Now squat right here, right now and pis or
we'll start using some of those goodies we bought earlier immediately!" She
released Barbara's hair and stood tapping her foot.
Barbara starting crying as she inched over to the grass. She looked
at Cheryl one more time before she squatted down and began peeing. June's
giggling increased her shame and made her feel like strangling the little brat
-- something she n
ow wished she had done years ago instead of just thinking about it. She
watched the flowing urine form little streams and trickle down the sloping
lawn onto the pavement. When she was through urinating, Barbara looked up
at the group watching her. Beth, noticing Barbara's dilemma, offered her a
tissue from her purse. Barbara took the tissue and wiped herself before
arising and following the group back to the car. Once they were all inside,
the car started off towards its next adventure.
The car had barely gone 4 blocks before it stopped in front of "Adult
World", an adult novelty shop. Once again the women filed into the shop with
Cheryl leading the way. Barbara followed Cheryl's quick pace to a counter
that had a large as sortment of dildos and vibrators on display. Barbara
looked around and noticed that the shop had at least 15 customers, all male,
crammed into its small display area. They all noticed the women come in and
were constantly glancing up from their boo
ks to watch them. She blushed deeply as Cheryl loudly explained to the
salesman that her slave had "outgrown" her present dildos and needed something
larger and with more "pizazz". The salesman proceeded to fill the counter top
with dildos of all colors and shapes which vibrated, got hot, squirted
liquids, undulated, squirmed, rotated and what have you. Cheryl picked out a
12" black lifelike dildo, made of silicone. It featured a piston built in
which made its tip extend and retract at a va riable rate. Barbara looked at
the instrument in horror. Its diameter of about 2 inches looked to big to fit
inside her. Nonetheless, Cheryl held it high in the air and decided it was
just right for her and told the salesman "I'll take it".
Next, Cheryl wanted to look at butt plugs and anal stimulators. The
salesman beckoned the group to another counter and proceeded to lay out
another assortment of grotesque looking devices meant to be used anally.
Cheryl chose 2 butt plugs f rom the group. One looked just like the one that
was used on Barbara by Beth after she had given her the enema a few weeks ago,
except it appeared to be a little larger. The second one was definitely
larger than the first and resembled a penis. Ch eryl then looked over the
group of probes and vibrators but couldn't decide on which one she wanted.
"What do you think, Barbara?" She asked. "Which one would give you
the most pleasure when inserted up your ass?"
Cheryl's crude language, and the salesman snapping his head up to look
at her, caused Barbara even more embarrassment. Cheryl knew that having her
choose such a device would humiliate her further. She kept her head low as
she looked over th e instruments laid out on the counter. She was unsure of
which one to pick. If she picked the smallest, Cheryl would surely disagree
and choose the largest. She finally decided on one with a handle attached to
a short, bent stem, at the end of whi ch was a slightly thicker tube that
contained the vibrating unit. She pointed it out to Cheryl and the salesman.
"This one, Mistress Cheryl."
"Yes, I kind of liked that one, too. The handle would make it easier
for you to manipulate while you carry on your 'other' activities." Cheryl
picked the vibrator up and studied it before looking at the salesman. "Would
you have this in a larger size?" she asked.
Barbara kept her head down and stared at the counter top. She was
much to embarrassed to face the salesman directly. He reached into a drawer
under the counter and retrieved a larger version of the vibrator and laid it
in front of her. She just nodded her head affirmatively. She knew better
than to disagree with Cheryl's decision.
Having completed their purchases, the girls left the shop and returned
to the car. Barbara was relieved that the purchases had been made without her
having to demonstrate anything as she did in the leather shop. With a little
luck, she thou ght, the worst part of the day could be over. She glanced at
the clock on the dashboard and noticed the time was 1:00 p.m. "Only 90
minutes to go" she thought. She felt confident that she could deal with
anything for another 90 minutes. She chang ed her mind when the car slowed in
front of a tattoo parlor. She froze in her seat and her heart started to beat
faster when the car came to a halt in the parlor's parking lot. "no, no, no."
she mumbled to herself.
"Mistress Cheryl. May I speak?" Her voice displayed a sense of
urgency mixed with panic.
"Go ahead Barbara." Cheryl shrugged.
"Mistress Cheryl, please. I can't get a tattoo. You promised that I
wouldn't be permanently marked. Please, Mistress Cheryl, don't make me get a
tattoo." Barbara started crying.
"Oh, for God's sake, Barbara stop your crying. I promised that no
punishment would leave you permanently marked. I never agreed to anything
else. Besides, I talked to John about what I was planning and he said it
would be okay. Now let's not hear anymore about it! Don't make me have to
use all my new toys so soon. It's getting late, you wouldn't want the kids
walking in while you're getting punished, would you?"
The words rang like a rifle shot in Barbara's ears. She knew Cheryl
wasn't just threatening. She had no doubt that Cheryl would get great
pleasure in humiliating her in front of her children. She wouldn't let that
happen, but she did NOT w ant a tattoo, either.
"No, Mistress Cheryl. Please have mercy."
Cheryl smiled. "I am showing mercy by not whipping your ass right
here and now. Now stop crying and get your ass out of the car!"
Barbara began to extricate herself from the rear seat, but she could
not make the sobbing stop. She wiped her eyes before entering the shop. Once
inside, she followed Cheryl to the owner standing at the counter. Cheryl told
the owner who s he was and that she had made an appointment for this session.
"Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, I have everything ready." The owner
said and looked at Barbara. "Is she the girl you want it done to?"
"That's her." Cheryl replied.
The owner of the shop turned to Barbara and talked very politely to
her. He said that she appeared distraught and perhaps she did not want to
have this done. He advised her he would not do anything if she did not want
it done. He then ask ed her if she wanted to go through with it. Barbara
thought for a minute before answering "Yes". She wanted to say "no" but knew
what would happen to her for such an act of insubordination. She followed the
owner to a small booth. The owner sat d own at a small table and motioned
Barbara to take the seat opposite him. As Barbara sat down, she noticed a
small bottle of alcohol and a small paper cup, which held a gold ring of about
1/2" in diameter, on the table top.
"Okay, now which one is it to be?" The man asked as he grabbed a
cotton swab and began pouring the alcohol on it.
Barbara had no idea what the man was talking about. She stared back
at him with her lips pursed, ready to ask him what he meant, when Cheryl
leaned over her and unbuttoned her blouse. She pushed the blouse over
Barbara's shoulders and down her arms until Barbara's breasts were complete
exposed. Cheryl cupped her hand under Barbara's left breast and raised it
gently.
"I think this one." Cheryl volunteered.
The man swabbed Barbara's nipple with alcohol and picked up a large
needle and poured alcohol over it. Barbara quivered when she realized what
was going to happen and she looked up at Cheryl's face and silently mouthed
"please". As she watc hed Cheryl smiling at her, she felt the man's hand on
her breast, squeezing the nipple. She winced as she felt the needle being
pushed through her tender breast. When she opened her tear filled eyes, the
man was removing the ring from the alcohol f illed cup and pulling it open in
preparation to inserting it into her freshly punctured breast. She watched as
the ring was painfully forced through the hole and snapped into place. She
looked at this latest, more visible, token of her domination b y Cheryl.
"Now, you mentioned something about a small tattoo?" The man was
asking Cheryl.
Barbara listened in shock as Cheryl explained to the tattooist that
she wanted a small, red heart with "Cheryl" printed across it. She waited
while the man flipped through the pages of his book until he found what he
believed Cheryl wanted. Cheryl nodded affirmatively and the man reached into
the cabinets behind him and brought out several bottles of ink. He prepared
another cotton swab by dousing it with alcohol.
"Where are we going to put this?" He asked. This time, he ignored
Barbara completely and spoke directly to Cheryl.
Cheryl ordered Barbara to stand up with her back to the man and to
bend forward with hands on the floor and legs spread widely. Barbara
hesitated then, realizing again that resisting would be fruitless, did what
she was told. Cheryl raised her skirt and tucked the hem back into the
waistband.
"I'd like it right here." Cheryl touched the spot where she desired
the tattoo be placed.
Barbara felt Cheryl's finger touch her on the small area of skin
between her vagina and rectum. She began crying in embarrassment again. At
least, she thought, no one would be able to see it. She then thought about
how she would be unable to face the doctor for her annual check-up and pap
smear, and what if she were involved in an accident? What kind of woman would
they think she was? Her thoughts continued along those lines as the tattooist
worked. The hum of the machine sending c ountless needle pricks into flesh
and the occasional wiping by the artist seemed to go on forever. Finally, the
ordeal was over. The man placed a mirror between her legs so that she could
see what he had done. Barbara looked, but her eyes were so full of tears that
she saw nothing. She heard him explain how to care for the tattoo and she
took the sample tube of salve he offered. She heard Cheryl settle the bill
with the shop owner. She heard Beth and June giggling as they talked about
the piercing and marking of her body. She stood up when she was told to do so
and, still dazed and confused, she followed Cheryl out of the store and back
into the car. She saw and heard all that went on during the last 15 minutes,
or so, but Barbara s aw only images and heard only sounds. Her mind refused
to focus on anything going on around her. She only thought of the ring in her
nipple and the permanent marking carved between her legs. She thought of how
she had fallen to this.
During the ride home Barbara started to regain control of her thoughts
again. She was teased and made to display her nipple and tattoo to Beth and
the giggling June. She noticed how tender and concerned Beth had been during
her examination while June was more like Cheryl, cold and domineering.
Barbara, who once disliked and feared Beth, had suddenly developed a genuine
liking towards her. She knew Beth was a lesbian, of course, but, after all
she had done these past few weeks, lesbia nism had come to be accepted by her
-- not that she liked it. No, she still detested the thought of licking
another woman's vagina, but it no longer caused her stomach to turn.
The car slowed down and pulled into the driveway of a private house.
June opened the door and got out.
"Thanks a lot, Cheryl. I really had a blast today." The teenager was
all smiles and excited as she talked. "Don't forget to tell her."
"Your welcome, June. No I won't forget, just don't YOU forget the
rules." Cheryl replied.
"Not to worry. I wouldn't do anything that would mess up this
arrangement." June turned her attention to the back seat. "So long Beth.
Nice meeting you. And Barbara. It was so nice to see you again. Good bye
for now I'll see you again , soon." June shut the door and hurriedly walked
up to the house as the car backed out the drive.
"If I have anything to do with it, you'll never see me again."
Barbara said to herself as she watched June disappear into the house. She
wondered what June had reminded Cheryl to tell her. It didn't matter. It was
2:20 and her ordeal for today was over. She would soon be back to being mom
again and looked forward to seeing her children come home from school. People
who truly loved her and lavished that love on her. She needed that now. At
the past sessions, John had been there an d, although he did very little
physically to comfort her, his presence and loving looks would provide Barbara
with the strength she needed to go on.
A deep sigh escaped Barbara's lips as the car pulled to a halt in her
driveway. She waited for Cheryl's permission to get out and hoped on hope
that she and Beth would not want to come in. Cheryl twisted around in her
seat and spoke directl y to Barbara.
"Well that's all the fun for today, Barb. Did you have as good a time
as we had?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara lied. Then, to her surprise, Barbara
blurted out "I just wish I didn't have to get a tattoo, Mistress Cheryl. It
hurt so bad, and I feel so ashamed about it." After it came out, Barbara
wished she could tak e it back. She had come so far, she hoped she hadn't
spoiled it and cause Cheryl to get angry and punish her in front of the kids
coming home.
"You'll get over it. Besides, no one will ever see it unless you or I
want them to." Cheryl dismissed Barbara's protest without even a threat of
punishment. "Listen, during lunch June asked if she could bring Paul over to
see you. I told her she could BUT she couldn't come before 10 a.m. and had to
be out by 1. I figure that would give you plenty of time to get your
housework done and still leave them enough time to play. You will do whatever
they ask, but they are not to punish yo
u. They will report any misbehavior to me and I will determine if punishment
is justified. You will prepare the enema she'll give you. I told her one
and a half quarts maximum. They'll be here tomorrow at ten. Be ready and
answer the door compl etely nude. I also told her no more pictures.
Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress Cheryl." Barbara was devastated by that news. How
could she ever let a pair of teenagers -- who she once baby-sat -- boss her
around and make her do any disgusting sex act they could think of. As if the
rest of the day wasn' t enough to degrade her and make her lie awake tonight
with thoughts of disgrace, this would be enough to make sure she spent the
night worrying.
"Just be sure you do as told and you'll be okay. After all, they're
only kids. What could they possibly demand of you that you haven't already
done? Come up front and give me a kiss good bye." Cheryl slid from under
the steering wheel and placed one leg on the seat.
Barbara knew where Cheryl expected to be kissed. It was getting to be
routine. She looked around to make sure no neighbors were around before she
got out of the back and got into the front of the car. Cheryl hiked her skirt
up and Barbara knelt on the floor and began licking her pussy. She was amazed
at how wet Cheryl was and hoped she would not be expected to bring her to
orgasm out in the open like this. As she was licking, Barbara thought she
noticed the blinds of the neighbors h ouse move. She slouched lower and
buried her head deeper in Cheryl's legs. Finally, Cheryl's legs closed and
Barbara's head came up. She could feel the pussy juice all over her lips and
cheeks. She got up and exited the car.
"Good bye, Mistress Cheryl. Good bye, Mistress Beth." She said.
Barbara waited for them to return her good bye before she turned and walked
into the house.
**************
Barbara barely finished cleaning herself up and changing clothes when
the kids popped through the door. For now, her world was normal again. She
did not have any time left to worry about June and Paul or her aching nipple
and tattoo. She k ept busy making snacks, breaking up little spats, preparing
dinner and all the things she had done for 7 years. Things she loved doing
for people she loved. As she watched the kids drink their milk and watch the
afternoon comics on TV, she thanked God that they did not have to come home to
the scene of their mother nude and being spanked. She walked into the living
room and gave them both a big hug and told them she loved them.
John arrived home just as dinner was done. He only had time to wash
up and sit down at the table before Barbara started serving. He looked at his
wife and wondered how her day had gone. They never spoke of the sessions with
Cheryl while th e kids were home and awake. Cheryl had told him of her plans
to have Barbara's nipple pierced and a little tattoo put on her. At first he
objected but Cheryl showed him pictures of women with rings in their nipples,
labia, nose and even tongues and they did not seem bothered by them. Cheryl
also promised that the tattoo would done in a place where nobody would notice
and would be very small. She did not tell him what the tattoo would look like
and he was dying to see where it was placed and what it was, if she had gotten
one at all. Barbara gave no indication that she was in any pain, in fact, she
seemed more cheerful than she had been in a long time.
Barbara finished putting the dinner on the table and sat down to eat.
She smiled at John, but a tear formed in her eye and she stretched her blouse
tight over her breast to show John the outline of the ring placed there. He
looked at the ri ng, then her face, but said nothing. She was dying to tell
him about her day and how embarrassed she was. She also wanted to ask him why
he gave permission to Cheryl to have this done to her. At that instant, she
found it very easy to hate him for going along with Cheryl in her plan to
mutilate her. That impulse passed quickly as she realized that John was a
kind, peaceful man who hated to make waves. She thought for a moment then
came to the conclusion that John was a wimp in front of wome n -- but he was
her wimp and she loved him.
The rest of the evening was spent cleaning the house and caring for
the kids while John worked in the basement. His finishing of the basement was
something he had started almost a year ago and was now nearing completion.
Barbara couldn't wa it for the kid's playroom and her laundry room to be done.
It would give them so much more room in the main part of the house. Finally,
it was time to tuck the kids into bed, a task Barbara cherished. When they
were all snug and sound asleep, Barb ara stepped into the bathroom to take
care of herself.
Barbara emerged from the hot shower and toweled herself off. She
couldn't resist grabbing the hand mirror and looking at the tattoo. She would
be able to tolerate it a lot better, she thought, if "Cheryl" wasn't inscribed
through the damn t hing. The placing of her tormentor's name in that spot
made her feel like some cheap biker slut. That is probably the exact effect
Cheryl wanted to accomplish, she told herself. She looked at her nipple with
the ring dangling through it. There wa s hardly any pain at all coming from
it. To be sure, she was tender there, especially if she pulled on the ring
slightly, but to her amazement, under normal circumstances she barely noticed
it. The good news was that the ring could easily be remove d and, she
assumed, the hole would close like the hole in an ear when no earring had been
inserted for a period of time. She slipped into her robe and walked into the
bedroom where she sprawled out on the bed and watched TV while she waited for
John . She soon heard the shower running and knew John would be coming to bed
momentarily.
John walked into the bedroom completely nude, as usual, after he took
a shower. Barbara watched him while he walked over to the bed. She looked
at his cock sway from side to side with each step he took and a yearning came
over her. When he laid down on the bed next to her, Barbara opened her robe
and completely exposed her body to him. She said not a word as he leaned on
one elbow and examined the ring.
"Well, it's not as bad as I thought. In fact, I think it looks kinda
sexy on you." John said as his finger lightly traced circles around Barbara's
nipple. "Does it hurt?"
"Not so much now, but it hurt like hell when he put the hole through
it." Barbara watched John's finger and watched as her nipple began to stand
erect. A wave of excitement came over her when she saw his dick begin to
twitch and grow. "It doesn't hurt nearly as bad as the other thing."
"What other thing?" John asked. He looked at Barbara's body from
head to toe and didn't see the tattoo he had expected, but, judging from
Barbara's statement, it was there somewhere. He guessed it was on her butt
and she'd have to roll ove r to let him see it.
"This other thing!" Barbara's legs sprung wide open.
John looked at both of her thighs before noticing the tattoo. He had
never seen a tattoo placed there before. Cheryl was right. It was small --
barely an inch square, and it sure wouldn't be noticed by a casual observer.
He lowered his he ad to read the writing and felt his face turn red. He
wasn't sure whether the reaction was from his embarrassment of allowing Cheryl
to do this to his wife or from hatred of Cheryl for having the audacity to
have her name put on the tattoo.
"Son of a BITCH!" He exclaimed. He looked at Barbara, who had begun
to cry. He moved up the bed and cradled her head in his hands and kissed her
lightly. "I'm sorry, honey. She told me a small tattoo placed where no one
would see it. I expected a rose or something on your butt. I never expected
this. THAT BITCH!"
Barbara stifled her tears and looked at John's eyes. She believed
him. She saw from his reaction that he was as hurt as she was by the tattoo
on her body. She lifted her head and returned his kiss.
"John, do you remember that bratty little June I used to baby sit?"
She asked. She had to find out for herself just how much John knew about
today's plans.
"Yeah. The spoiled little 'know-it-all'. She had a brother, didn't
she? Yeah, I remember her. What about her?" John wondered what made Barbara
bring her name up.
"Well, she came along with us today. She is just as big a smart ass
today as she was back then." Barbara went on to fill John in on the entire
day's occurrences. She left nothing out -- not the enema to start the day,
not the dildo sucking in the car, not the luncheon without utensils nor the
peeing in the parking lot afterwards. She recalled each incident in great
detail. As she talked, she noticed John's cock getting bigger and bigger.
She realized that relating the day's events to him was making him horny. It
was hard for her to believe that as much as he loved her, and she truly
believe he loved her, he could get sexually excited by her being forced to
commit such disgusting things. It may have been hard to believe, but it was
becoming more and more evident with each word she spoke. Before she could
finish, John was on top of her. He smothered her with kisses and caressed
her with kind, whispering words. She wanted him now. She needed him. She
forgot all about the tattoo and nipple ring as he entered her. The love-
making was mutually intensive and sincere. It ended with them both climaxing
at the same time, something that rarely occurred. When it was over, John
rolled off her and lay staring at the ceil ing completely exhausted.
Barbara stared into space as she told John about June and Paul's
planned visit the next day. She told him how humiliated and dirty she felt
about the prospects of such a visit. As she told him her fears of what they
might demand of her, his hand reached for hers. He whispered in her ear she
should not worry and, after all she's been through, it would be easy. He
patted her arm and went to sleep. Barbara continued to worry and stare into
the darkness. She didn't know at what time sh e fell asleep, but it was
hours later.
************
Barbara poured herself another glass of milk with the hope it would
settle her stomach. She knew it wouldn't help, but she gulped it down
anyway. The sickness in her stomach and her shaking hands were caused by
anxiety. She sat nude at the kitchen table and watched the clock slowly tick
its way to 10 o'clock. She went over to the sink and was rinsing the empty
glass when she heard a car pull into her drive and the sound of 2 doors
slamming. She took a deep breath and said out loud " This is it." as she
started towards the back door. Her trembling hand turned the knob and swung
the door open.
"Good morning, Barbara." June said as she led her grown brother past
Barbara and into the house. "Paul was so excited when I showed him your
picture and told him about today that he just couldn't wait to get here."
Barbara did not respond to June's comments as she closed the door and
followed them into the kitchen. She would never have recognized Paul. Over
the years he had grown beyond her expectations. He had to be at least 6' tall
and had develope d a very muscular build. Barbara guessed that he was
involved in school sports. She noticed the tightness of his body,
particularly his rear end, and remembered her high school days when everyone
looked like that. When he turned around to face her , she also noticed a
decided bulge in his pants. Her head jerked up and she saw that his face
still sported the features of a child. His curly blond hair, bright green
eyes and boyish grin looked out of place on that body. She remained silent
and waited for one of them to say something.
"Hi, Barbara. It's good to see you again." Paul stammered, in
obvious discomfort. "It's been quite a while since we've seen each other.
You look good."
"Hello, Paul. Thank you." Barbara replied. She smiled at the teen's
choice of words. His eyes walked over her naked body a thousand times as he
spoke. She found some solace in the fact he found her still good looking.
"Yes, it has been a long time. You look all grown up and pretty good
yourself. What have you been up to lately?" Barbara hoped the casual
questioning would delay the inevitable domination of her by June and thought
that perhaps it would serve to get on Paul's good side, so to speak.
"Enough of the bullshit small talk!" June snapped. She was getting
irritated by the delay and couldn't wait to demonstrate her control to her
baby brother. "You'd better get your role here straight. From now on it's
'Mistress June' and 'M aster Paul'! Now get that enema ready so we can get on
with it!"
"Yes, Mistress June." Barbara was stunned by June's tone. She
scampered to the bathroom and retrieved the enema kit. Without stopping, she
measured out a quart of warm water and poured it into the bag before offering
it to June.
"A little light here, aren't we? I distinctly remember Cheryl telling
me a quart AND a half. Now get it right!" June shoved the bag back towards
Barbara.
Barbara shivered as she added the additional water to the bag. She
realized she was in for it today. June was much more sardonic and sadistic
then she had imagined. She handed the bag back to June and bent over the
table with legs spread w ide when June ordered. She waited while June called
Paul over and pointed out the tattoo in her crotch. Another order from June
had Barbara reach back and spread her cheeks to expose her rectum to the
teenagers. At the last minute, June had decide d that Barbara should
lubricate her rectum with her own saliva. Embarrassed, Barbara put her finger
in her mouth and collected the saliva which she deposited on her rear opening.
Dissatisfied with the results, June ordered her to get more and put i t
inside. Barbara began to cry again as she returned the finger to her mouth
and then back to her anus where she inserted it and worked it around. When
she pulled her finger out, she felt the large douche nozzle roughly jammed in
its place and the warm water begin to fill her bowels. After the bag emptied
June had her place her finger back into her ass to hold back the flow.
"It seems the tides have turned, Barbara." June spoke directly into
Barbara's ear. "You never knew how much I despised your authority over me
back then, but, before the day is over, you're gonna find out what I felt
like. Now go relieve yo urself and report back to the living room!"
Barbara ran into bathroom and sat on the toilet. Fear, instilled by
June's last words, gripped her entire body as she sat there. She knew she had
to face whatever June had in mind or face the wrath of Cheryl. She decided
that facing June m ight be the easier of the two, especially since Paul was
present. If he was still the good kid that he once was, he wouldn't allow his
sister to really harm her. She flushed the toilet and cleaned herself up
before leaving the room.
When Barbara walked into the living room, June ordered her to lay
across the coffee table with legs spread and play with herself. Barbara
tearfully obeyed and positioned herself on the table and began fingering her
pussy. She was temporaril y blinded when June turned on a lamp and positioned
the shade in a manner that directed the light to the area between her legs.
She saw Paul move over and kneel down between her knees as he watched.
Embarrassed, she closed her eyes. A stinging sla p to side of Barbara's face
made her open them again.
"Keep your eyes open, bitch! I want you aware of everything that's
going to happen to you." June said.
Barbara continued to masturbate with her eyes open, but filled with
tears. She followed each of June's directions. She had to move her hand
faster, use more fingers, use her other hand to spread her pussy lips so Paul
would get a better vie w. When June became bored with watching her playing
with her pussy, she had to use one hand on her pussy and the other to probe
her ass. It was totally degrading. Barbara had a plain view of the clock and
each time she looked at it, the hands didn 't appear to have moved. She heard
June ask Paul a question and the next thing she knew Paul's dick was dangling
over her face. He lowered himself until the large, young cock knocked against
her lips. She opened her mouth and took him in. As she sucked Paul's dick
and played with her pussy and ass, Barbara heard some rustling from June's
direction.
"That's enough foreplay. Get on your knees and come over here and
suck my titties."
Barbara looked at the direction the voice came from and saw June had
stripped naked and was half sitting, half lying on the sofa. She crawled over
to her and began to lick and suck each of her tits. As she sucked, she felt
Paul fingering he r vagina and anus. It surprised her when her hips started
to move backwards towards his probing hands seeking even deeper penetration.
She became aware of June's hands now on the top of her head swirling her hair
between the young girls fingers. S he felt the first faint pangs of the
orgasm building inside her and moaned softly as she licked. As her hips
increased the pace of their undulations, Barbara felt the hands on her head
exerting gently pressure, pushing her lips downward. She needed no further
orders or coaxing. She allowed her body to take full control of her actions
in spite of the objections in her mind. She worked her tongue down across
June's stomach and her lips kissed their way to the spot between the teen's
legs that they were seeking. The probing hands behind her stopped and she was
about to ask Paul not to stop when she felt the tip of his penis press against
the lips of her vagina. With a backward motion of her hips, she forced Paul's
cock into her. Her cra vings would soon be over. The hands on her head
tightened their grip and pressed her mouth harder against June's pussy.
Barbara's mind kept telling her that this physical thing would be over soon
but she'd have to feel the shame and the guilt for the rest of her life. She
knew it was true, but she was at the point where she had no control over her
body. She lapped deeper and harder and the dick inside her worked quicker
and stronger. She knew that all three of them would soon find the bli ss they
were after.
Afterwards, after Paul's cock spewed its semen deep inside her womb
and June's orgasm filled her mouth with the sweet nectar of woman, Barbara lay
motionless and exhausted with her lips still pursed against June's vagina and
her butt still hi gh in the air. Paul had collapsed in a heap on the floor
while his sister still had her eyes closed and her fingers busied themselves
playing with Barbara's hair.
It was June who began stirring first. She awoke from her kittenish
dream to become the lion she had been before. Her crude language and stern
voice frightened even Paul. Barbara was first forced to lie on the floor with
her legs spread apa rt in front of June while June worked her foot into
Barbara's vagina. Then Barbara was made to lick Paul's semen from the
dripping foot. It didn't take Barbara long to realize that June was a natural
when it came to degrading and humiliating any w illing, or coerced, victim
within her control. When June ordered Barbara to get a dildo, she went into a
tirade when Barbara told her she had none. June stomped to the refrigerator
and returned with a variety of vegetables, hot dogs and sausages wh ich she
forced Barbara to insert into her pussy and ass. The rest of the afternoon
was spent with Barbara blushing and crying as she performed every perverted
act June could think of. Her tongue had licked June's and Paul's assholes,
pussy, cock, b alls, even the soles of June's shoes. Her poor vagina and
rectum had been used by hands, feet, bananas, carrots, ears of corn, and the
Polish Kielbasa she had planned to serve for dinner. June was still barking
orders when Barbara heard the clock s trike one. As if on cue, she stopped
what she was doing and stood up.
"It is now 1 o'clock. I want you two to leave my house NOW!" Still
red-faced and in tears, Barbara watched as June and Paul jumped for their
clothes and hurriedly dressed before running out the door. Their response
even surprised Barbara w ho finally felt good seeing someone else jump to her
commands. When they were gone, she washed up and began to straighten the
house in preparation of her beloved, normal, evening with John and the kids.
***************
Barbara waited until they were again in bed for the night before she
recounted the events of the day to John. Again she noticed John getting an
erection as she told him of the tortures she went through. Just like the
night before, when she had finished her story John rolled on top of her.
Tonight, though, Barbara wanted nothing to do with sex. She told John she was
not in the mood but he paid no attention to her. She had never refused him
when he wanted sex before and decided that s he wouldn't start now. She lied
there like a log until he was through and had rolled off of her.
"You know, John, sometimes you're a real pig." She said as she rolled
over onto her side with her back to him.
"I'm sorry, Barb. I just get so excited listening to you." John's
apology fell on deaf ears. He decided now would be as good a time as any to
tell her. "Look, Barb. There's something I've got to tell you...."
Barbara listened, at first in disbelief and then in horror, as John
told her of Cheryl's plans for the future. When he was through, she said
nothing. She stared at the wall and began crying. She cried until there
were no more tears left to cry and the sun began to rise.
Coming soon: The Final Descent which concludes Barbara's journey.
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