Chapter 6
I flinched when Laurette placed her cool hands on the skin of my bare back. Tremors ran up and down my spine.
Laurette gathered up my hair and swept it forward, so that it hung down over my shoulders, instead of fanning out over my back.
"Are you afraid, my pretty one?" she asked me.
"Yes, I am," I admitted in a small voice.
She laughed. "Good." She held the leather strap in front of my face. It was about fifteen inches long and two inches wide.
She told me to kiss it. I pursed my lips and pressed them against the leather. The aroma of leather filled my nostrils.
Slade said, "I promised her twenty-three spanks in all, Laurette. Of course, you can give her more if you want to, but don't give her any less."
Laurette said, "So, you have been a naughty girl, eh, Karen? Shame on you! Perhaps this will teach you to mend your ways!"
There was a loud cracking sound as the strap came down on my bottom. I heard the strap cutting through the air, followed by the smacking sound of leather against tender flesh.
I cried out. All my muscles tensed up. I gritted my teeth. If the rest of the swats hurt as much as the first one did, then I was in big trouble.
The next stroke didn't hurt as much as the first, it hurt more. My face screwed up with pain. Hair fell across my face.
Laurette strapped me with a vengeance. It didn't take more than four or five strokes to break me down into a writhing, hurting animal.
At first, I cried out for mercy. Then I just cried. But Laurette was relentless, and couldn't have cared less about the tearful pleas of a frightened girl.
The fact was, she liked to beat asses, and she was having a big time beating mine. The strap kept rising and falling on my bottom.
At first, the pain comes from each individual stroke, but after a while, the pain adds up, so that the abused flesh aches even when not being beaten.
The strap was more concentrated and intense as a pain-producer than the flat of a hair brush. The brush leaves a kind of numb feeling, while the strap is more like a whip, and burns in hot lines of fire when it lands on the body.
By the time Laurette had given me the fifteenth stroke with the strap, I was nearly hysterical.
I sobbed and panted so hard that I couldn't seem to catch my breath. My face was damp with tears that plastered down strands of my hair.
I begged Slade to make her stop, but his heart was as hard as hers was. As I twisted on the counter top, the handcuffs cut into my wrists.
Once, I moved around so much that the little pillow which was under my head fell to the floor. Laurette stopped strapping me.
She picked up the pillow, tenderly placed it under my head, and then returned to the business and pleasure (for her) of beating me.
Toward the end of the strapping, Laurette paused more often, and waited longer between strokes. I wondered why.
The answer soon became apparent when she moved into my field of vision. In between strokes, Laurette would stop so that she could fondle her pussy.
Her fingers rubbed her clitoris. Her wiry, tall body was stiff with tension. Her tiny nipples were hard and pointed.
Then, when she was sufficiently excited, she would bring the strap down on my bottom for the next stroke.
The stroke completed, her fingers would once more search out her clitoris, and the cycle would begin all over again.
I found that if I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself, I was able to endure the punishment a little bit better.
I kept myself going by constantly reminding myself that I was getting closer and closer to the twenty-third stroke.
When Laurette finally counted off the twenty-third swat, I shivered with relief. You can imagine how devastated I was when she smilingly announced that she would be giving me seven more, to bring the total up to thirty.
That was when I passed what I thought were ray limits. It was really clever brainwashing on her part, because she absolutely crushed me by fucking with my head that way.
When she completed giving me the thirtieth stroke, instead of hating her for what she had done, I was grateful that she wasn't giving me any more punishment.
My bottom burned. It pulsed with hot pain. The rest of my body was pale white and trembling. I shivered and my teeth chattered.
Laurette dangled the strap in front of my face so that I could kiss it again. I did, with all the enthusiasm that I could muster.
Slade stood up. He said, "Be a nice polite girl, Karen, and thank Laurette for taking up some of her valuable time to correct you."
I was so afraid of Laurette that I stifled my tears for a moment and thanked her as humbly and gratefully as I could.
I gasped as she placed her open hands on my buttocks. "Poor baby," she said, "Laurette was cruel to you, yes?"
She bent forward. "Let me kiss it and make it better. You have no objections if I comfort this poor girl, Matthew?"
"None at all," Slade said. "As a matter-of-fact, I had something similar in mind myself."
I shuddered as Laurette extended her tongue and began licking my abused bottom.
It wasn't the first time that I had ever been touched and tongued sexually by a woman, but I hadn't been with enough women for the novelty of it to wear off yet.
I had always known that certain women desired my body just the same as men did, and I had used this fact to help me in my career.
More than once, I had melted the resistance of a cold lady executive by letting her kiss my breasts, and sometimes, when I was feeling very generous, or wanted something badly enough, letting them go down on me. Of course, I had never, never gone down on a woman.
Now, my ass hurt so much that even the light touch of Laurette's tongue laying down a broad trail of saliva on my buttocks caused me to tremble.
Also, she took me by surprise, because I . hadn't expected her to be so loving and tender after the ruthless beating she had just given me.
If Slade had ordered me to go down on her" right then and there, I would have, gladly. I would rather have done anything than get strapped some more.
I suppose that was the whole secret to training a slave. First, the master shows the slave that he is ready, willing, and able to inflict pain on her for the slightest deviation of the rules.
Then, alter the slave has experienced the reality of pain, she is willing and eager to obey her master's every command, in order to avoid receiving more pain.
Anyway, that's how it seemed to me, from the slave's point of view. Of course, at the time that these things were happening to me, I really wasn't able to rationally analyze the psychology of slave training. I was in too much pain. These thoughts came to me later, when I had time to reflect on what had happened to me.
While Laurette tongued my bottom, I was too confused and excited to think rationally. It didn't matter to me whether it was a man or a woman licking my behind.
All I knew was that a tongue licking was a lot more pleasurable than a licking with a strap.
Laurette's cool hands rubbed my soft inner thighs. She took hold of my ankles and parted my legs.
She spread me wide, so that my legs hung down on either side of the counter, while my bottom was raised by the pillow under my hips.
Laurette buried her face in my bottom. I moaned from the pain of having something touch my sore, strapped behind.
Laurette licked the inside of my thighs. Her tongue dipped into my pussy. I wasn't wet inside, because the strapping had been painful, and not erotic.
But my juices started to flow when Laurette's tongue went to work on my cunt. She licked and lapped like a hungry cat with a saucer of milk.
Soon I was moaning, from pleasure, not from pain. After the strapping I had endured, having my pussy being eaten so lovingly felt twice as good as it normally would have-and it felt pretty damn good to start with.
I drifted off into a trance of pleasure. I heard the sound of Laurette licking and slurping away at me, the sound of my own slow, deep breathing.
A shadow fell on me, bringing me back somewhat to reality. I opened my eyes and looked up. Slade was standing in front of me.
His trousers bulged at the crotch. As I watched, he opened his zipper and reached inside of his pants.
He pulled out his big, hard cock and aimed it at my face. It was all red and angry. He kept his pants closed, so his cock jutted out of the hole left by the open zipper.
He spread his legs shoulder-width apart and pushed his hips forward. He rubbed the head of his cock against the smooth skin of my face.
I extended my tongue as far as it would go, and tried to lick the cock. Slade teased me by holding the erect member just out of my reach.
No matter how I craned my neck and stuck out my tongue, I couldn't quite manage to reach his organ.
It was funny, in a way. I had been called a cock teaser many times, from my high school years right up to today.
Now, I was being teased with a cock. I knew the feeling of wanting something so badly, and having it kept out of reach.
I guess you could call it a kind of poetic justice.
All the while, Laurette kept working her tongue in my pussy. Her head rubbed against me ass, setting off flashes of bright pain.
But the pain was lost in the waves of pleasure that rippled through my body, the effect of her sensuous tonguing.
Slade's desire to torment me gave way to his horniness. He pointed the head of his cock at my mouth. I opened wide.
His hips were at the same level as my face was. I wrapped my lips around his cock. He shoved his hips forward.
His shaft slid across my tongue. For an instant, I almost gagged from being so suddenly filled.
Then I remembered to relax my throat muscles so that I could take him in with less difficulty. The technique worked.
Slade's cock was well and fully lodged in my mouth and throat. I sucked his member as happily as an hungry infant sucks Mommy's breast.
Slade pushed his hips back and forth, causing his cock to glide over my tongue. He fucked my mouth like it was my pussy.
When he came, I slurped and sucked so that I would be able to swallow every bit of his semen. It slid down my gullet like honey.
Laurette's talented tongue brought me to my climax. Her oral attentions to my pussy made the rest of my body as hot as my bottom was.
Slade took his cock out of my mouth. There was a single pearly drop of come resting on the tip of his cock head.
He held his member in place so that I could lick it clean. I extended my tongue and lapped up the come drop like a kid licking an ice cream cone.
I wasn't an instant too soon, because my orgasm broke on me like a tidal wave. I felt like I was going to pass out.
I lay stretched out across the counter top, feeling like every bone in my body had turned to molten jelly.
I was dimly aware of Laurette unlocking the handcuffs. There was a pair of metallic clicking sounds as the cuffs opened.
The cold metal bracelets were taken off my wrists. My hands slipped off my back and my arms dangled on either side of the counter.
I turned over on my back, even though it sent fresh waves of pain through me. The overhead lights shone in my eyes.
Laurette stood over me. She bent down. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Laurette said, "Taste vour own juices, mademoiselle."
She crushed her lips against mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth. I fiercely returned the kiss.
Laurette fondled my breasts. When she stopped kissing me and broke away, I moaned, "Fuck me. Rape me, please, both of you."
Laurette looked eagerly at Slade. But, to my and her disappointment, Slade shook his head.
"Sorry, Laurette, but not today," he said. "Sometime soon, definitely, but not today."
She said, "You are cruel, Matthew Slade."
"That's right," he agreed with her.
Laurette led me to a washroom in the back of the shop where I could freshen up. Every step that I took caused my burning buttocks to throb with fresh pain.
As I washed up, Laurette said, "I like you, little one. Perhaps you will come to see me again, eh?"
"I'd like that very much," I said, "as long as my master gives me his permission to do so, of course."
She made a tiny frown of disappointment, then quickly recovered. "You learn the rules of the game quickly, don't you, Karen?"
"I used to think so," I said, "but that was before I started playing this game."
"Still, you play it well," she said. "Would you like it if I asked Matthew to let me use you occasionally?"
"Very much so," I answered. I had the feeling that this exotic dominatrix could put me through some pretty far-out paces, and I was intrigued by the idea.
After I had cleaned up, we went back into the main room of the shop. I was still nude, of course. Laurette led me to a three-way fitting mirror.
She said, "Take a look at yourself, Karen."
I stood in front of the mirror. I turned to one side, and looked over my shoulder so that I could see the reflection of my buttocks.
Now I could see for myself why they still burned. My bottom was as red as if rouge had been rubbed into my ass from the small of my back to the tops of my thighs.
Laurette said dryly, "It's the very latest thing in fashion. All the slaves are wearing it, ray dear."
It was meant as a humorous remark, but it kind of brought me down a little. I couldn't help thinking that Matthew Slade hadn't yet accepted me as his slave and taken me into his service.
My face momentarily clouded, but I quickly recovered my composure. Soon I was so busy trying on outfits, that I didn't have time to feel sorry for myself.
I spent a wonderful afternoon trying on the most outrageous and kinkily bizarre outfits, and modeling them for my master's approval.
I had never seen so many fabulously sexy garments in one place. It seemed to me that I must have tried on just about everything in the shop that fit my size.
There were garter belts of all types: red satin, black leather, white patent leather, latex, and lace-trimmed models.
Some of them had fat, frilly suspenders, while others had eight or even twelve thin suspenders. I tried them all on, and Slade had Laurette set aside all .the ones that really turned him on when I wore them.
And the bras! I could never have dreamed there were such a variety of them. Laurette had everything from fabulous confections of virginal white lace, to ultra-sexy black leather half-bras.
A whole new world was opening up to me. I felt like a different creature when I wore those alluring garments on my body.
No longer was I Karen Gark, the savvy, hard-driving career woman. I was just Karen, a sensual being who existed only to give pleasure and to receive it.
Slade picked out many pairs of stockings for me. There were dark nylons, seamed and seamless. There were white stockings, patterned stockings, even fish net stockings. I loved them all.
Whenever I changed from one garment to the next, Laurette would assist me to undress. Her hands lingered on my flesh, and caressed me frequently. Slade watched, loving the show.
It wasn't like ordinary shopping, I can tell you that! We were the only people present in the shop. Laurette paraded around wearing only her garter belt, stockings, and high heels.
For the first time in my life, I was fitted into a corset. It was a black leather midriff cincher, with red lacing and red satin panels.
I loved what it did for my figure. In a way, wearing a corset was a kind of bondage, as the laces were tied tightly and the garment gripped my belly.
I didn't need the corset to improve my body, because my body was in top shape to begin with. No, the corset was just one more piece of sensual bedroom wear.
I tried on more than one corset. In addition to the midriff cincher, Laurette fit me into a long line, Merry Widow corset.
That garment hugged me from my waist to my breasts. It cupped and lifted my breasts, making the white mounds of flesh look even more abundant.
Shoes were not forgotten, either. The purpose of this footwear was frankly fetishistic. They were totally impractical for everyday wear on the street.
But they were perfect for the bedroom. I didn't try on one pair of shoes which had heels less than five inches long.
They tightened the muscles of my legs, making their contours even more alluring. Combined with the sensuous appeal of nylons, they made me feel like a walking sex bomb.
I tried on black leather pumps, open-toed shoes, white and red patent leather heels. I strutted back and forth, parading myself for Slade and Laurette.
All this exhibitionism was turning me on, and there was a wet warmness in my pussy. My nipples hurt from being continually erect.
A strange transformation had taken place in my psyche. Before Slade took me, I had always thought of sex as a tool, something that I could use to get the material goods that I wanted.
Now, all I thought about was sex itself. I wasn't thinking who I could lay to climb the corporate ladder, I was only thinking about how much I wanted to get fucked.
Believe me, the workaday world of business and jobs and money making seemed a million miles away that weekend!
Instead of plotting how I could get ahead, the only thing that was on my mind was how wonderful it would be to serve Slade and Laurette in bed at the same time. I also tried on many different kinds of panties. There were bikini-style panties of silk and lace-trimmed satin. There were shimmering satin bloomers and incredibly provocative open-crotch and open-bottom panties.
The hours flew by. I was entranced with delight. The last outfit that I tried on for Slade was made up of virginal white garments-with a difference. My breasts were cupped in a white satin bra. But this bra was constructed so that there were holes in the cups where my nipples could stick out.
My waist was cinched in tightly by a white patent leather midriff cincher. It gave my figure old-fashioned hourglass curves.
I wore a white satin garter belt, which was decorated with elaborate frills of white lace. The suspenders were shining white satin with gleaming metal snaps.
My legs were sheathed in white stockings, and my feet were encased in white patent leather pumps with six-inch heels.
I was wearing a pair of white satin panties. There was a slit at the crotch, and my pubic bush and the lips of my pussy could be seen whenever I moved.
I felt like a virgin whore, a strange combination to be sure. Slade got up from the chair where he had been sitting, and came to me.
His arm slipped around my waist. He kissed me chastely on the forehead, but at the same time that he did it, he put his finger in my wet pussy.
He said, "You look absolutely beautiful, Karen. I hate to be a spoilsport, but I'm afraid that it's time for us to be going. Put on your dress over what you're wearing, and well get going. The numerous garments that I had been trying on all afternoon were piled high on the very counter on which I had gotten strapped and eaten on. Of course, Laurette had cleaned it off thoroughly before putting any of the beautiful garments on it.
Laurette held a pocket calculator in her hand. "So, Matthew, have you decided which of these garments you wish to purchase for this young lady?"
"Yes," Slade said, "all of them."
I was amazed, but Laurette didn't even look surprised. She had a knowing expression on her face that said that she knew that was what he was going to say all along.
I gasped, "Master, I know it's not my place to contradict you, but you can't be serious about buying all these clothes! They must cost hundreds of dollars!"
"So what?" Slade shrugged. "I can afford it, and you need a new wardrobe. Actually, it's a rather selfish investment, since you'll be wearing all this for my pleasure."
I started to say, "But-"
He silenced me by putting his finger against my parted lips. He said, "I don't want to hear another word from you about this matter. The subject is closed."
Impulsively I took his hand and kissed it. I said, "You're too wonderful to me! I don't know how to thank you!"
He reached down and stroked my pussy. He said, "Oh, I'm sure well be able to think of some way for you to demonstrate your gratitude."
Laurette said, "It would take me quite a while to get all these clothes aand shoes packaged up. Why don't you take a few items for the weekend, and let me have my slave deliver the rest on Monday?"
Slade readily agreed. He picked out some garments and things that he particularly liked, and Laurette wrapped them up.
I was absolutely dazzled by the abundance of sexy clothes and shoes that I had suddenly come into possession of.
It took a long time for Laurette to total up the bill. The amount came to something like fifteen hundred dollars., It would have been a lot more, but Slade was a good customer and an old friend of Laurette's, and she gave him a special discount.
While they settled the bill, I put on my dress. I really hated putting on clothes. I wished that I could wear nothing but sexy garments all the time.
Slade charged the bill on one of his many credit cards, and then we were ready to leave. Laurette threw a black robe on, and belted it.
She came over to me and patted my ass. "I hope that I didn't hurt you too badly, my pretty one."
"It did hurt," I said, "but what you did for me after you strapped me more than made up for it."
Laurette asked Slade's permission to kiss me. He readily agreed. She embraced me and kissed me so hard that I felt it all the way down to my toes.
Slade kissed her goodbye. They kissed like lovers, but I wasn't jealous of her anymore.
He said, "Well spend an evening together in the near future, Laurette-all three of us. And that's a promise."
"I'll hold you to it," she smiled. "You are a beast, Matthew Slade, but I love you."
"That's what all the ladies say about me," Slade said.
To be continued.