Chapter 4
After we finished breakfast, I had her wash the kitchen floor, then do my bedroom. Completely.
After which, I was ready for a little more training. To inflict on her.
I made her stand before me, perfectly nude, except for the two belts around her waist and pussy, and had her turn around.
She had such a lovely body.
And she knew that she had to submit to whatever it was I wanted to do to her.
Now, I undid the bottom belt, the one that crossed underneath her, and had her lie on my bed.
She did so, and I took a jar of Vicks Vaporub, that wonderful, awful menthol stimulant, and dipped two fingers into it.
"Bend over," I said to her.
She did so.
I took my fingers, and worked them into her cunny.
I knew the desired effects were going to happen faster than she knew....
Suddenly, she was sighing, and pressing her thighs together.
The stuff was working....
And now, as she was still trying to stop the awful burning sensations, I made her stand up straight and spread her legs.
"God...." she moaned.
I took the bottom leather strap and put it between her legs, pulling it up tight, and then, Instead of attaching it to back belt, I applied a pair of handcuffs on her, leather cuffs, and with a special clamp, put them on the back of the belt.
And tied the bottom strap around that.
Now, she was all set.
I pushed her toward the bed and made her lie down.
Once she was like that, I just watched her.
It didn't take long for her to start to do herself.
She knew just what she had to do in order to stop the now painful itching that I had induced in her.
She began by pulling her hands behind her up, farther up her back body, until it had the effect of jerking the leather strap against her pussy, in effect making her masturbate for me, as best she could.
It wouldn't have mattered if the whole world were watching....
It wouldn't have mattered if her mother were watching....
Nothing mattered at all, save the awful, wonderful sight of her rubbing that belt into her pussy, working herself up to a real frenzy.
"Oohhh ... aaaahh ... it's ... so ... good...."
"You like it," I said, as I continued to stare at her with my arms crossed, watching her helplessly playing with herself.
"I ... I love it...."
"I know you do...."
"I really love it...."
That much was obvious.
She was really getting off on all that I was making her do to herself.
Now, though, she was going out of her mind.
I didn't think she was going to take very much more....
And then she started to cry out....
Cry out and moan ... She was going to come ... She was going to come! And then, it started....
She raised herself up on her knees, put her head down, and just humped the air for all she was worth ... all the while screaming and hollering at the top of her lungs....
Until finally, she was finished....
And when she was I made her stand up.
Even though she was dripping with her own spending, and her thighs were trembling from it all.
Now, as she looked at me, with tears streaming down the side of her face, I made her tell me what she was.
"I'm ... I'm a slave...."
"Whose slave...."
"Yours, mistress...."
"And who do you love...."
Her face tried to smile.
"I love you, mistress...."
"That's right ... and who do you want to be with always...."
"Only you...." I wiped her eyes away.
I kissed her lightly on the lips and informed her that she was to wear the belt the rest of the morning, while I gave her the final treatment.
This was a special operation, one that I'd devised myself and was most anxious to put it into work.
And dear, dear Monica was going to be the first one to try it!
I was beside myself with joy over that!
She was going to be my first guinea pig on the breast baker!
It was a simple device really.
Having her firmly tied down to the bed, I had a candle set next to her head, just above where her outstretched arms were.
Then, I brought a beaker of warm liquid above it, so that the candle would slowly heat it, bringing it to a boil.
Next, a tube came from the beake and was pin-pushed into her left nipple, forcing the hot liquid into it, expanding it and causing her untold joy and torture!
I knew she was frightened by the prospect of all this, but there was nothing the poor dear could do about it.
Nothing!
She was going to have to submit! Softly I stroked her face while I began to operation.
At first she twitched in discomfort, licking her own lips and trying as hard as she could not to move against it....
But then....
Aaahh....
Then she began to realize the incredible intensity of this treatment, and slowly, she surrendered to it, letting her face glaze over with the most contented delight! It was so good ... So hot and so good ... I couldn't get over it!
I had to slide two fingers into my own pussy and work myself off watching her....
Until her tit was swelled to four times the size of the other one.
I thought I'd let her stay like that for awhile, and did, until finally I removed the thing, sending the hot water up from her nipple in high, squirting arcs!
How she came!
How she twisted and shuddered underneath me! I was transported, delighted at the show she was putting on.
I gave her a kiss on her hot eager lips and promised myself a real pleasure at the next training session!
Now, though, it was early afternoon, and I had my first client.
It was a woman.
Fay.
Fay was very interesting.
She was a high-powered TV executive, who loved being dominated by me.
She was a semi-regular who paid an awful lot for my services.
I knew just how to handle her.
As soon as the front door rang, I got up and answered it.
I was well prepared for her.
I had on my best leathers ... a coret that revealed almost but not all of my breasts, my black garter straps that hung down from it, black sheer stockings, and high heeled shoes.
In that way, I was ready for her when she came in.
She looked at me and nearly swooned.
I snapped my fingers.
"On the floor," I said to her, and she immediately dropped to the ground.
"Now, put your hands behind your back.'.' She did as she was told.
I knelt down and began to undo the buttons of her blouse....
In another second I had it off of her....
And her bra, letting her full, delicious breasts fall free.
Now, I could cuff her, keeping her wrists tight behind her back....
Once that was done, it was a simple matter for me, to have her stand.
In fact, I helped her to her feet.
And led her into the dungeon.
There, I attached a collar around her neck that went to the ceiling.
By pulling on a wall lever, I was able to make the collar as taut as I wanted.
In effect, having her standing on her tiptoes....
With her hands behind her back.
Now, in that position, she was absolutely helpless....
Even when I took her out of her skirt, leaving her naked from the waist down. No panties, of course. She was never allowed to wear those. I gave her a quick examination. Her pubic hairs were shaved. She knew that was part of my requirements. She was quite smooth.
And then, I told her I had something special for her.
I left her alone and went to get Monica. I made her get up off the bed and come to me. "I have your first assignment for pleasure," I said to her....
She looked at me quizzically....
"Don't worry ... this is something you're going to enjoy very much ... I promise...."
I made her put on a garter belt made of leather, sheer stockings, and high heels.
I have to admit she looked simply wonderful in that outfit.
And it did something to her disposition.
She became very enamored, very spirited once more.
I liked that.
It meannt that she was becoming more and more the woman that I hoped she would be.
Even after the severe torture that I'd put her through.
Now, though, I led her to the dungeon, where I saw her eyes widen as I displayed my latest victim to her.
"This is Fay," I said in a low voice. "And she needs some discipline ... and you're going to give it to her."
I watched for any sign ... any reaction. And I got one.
I saw her face change, and light up!
Monica was practically salivating at the opportunity to give some back.
She went up to Fay, who was hanging with her hands above her head, standing on her tiptoes, and genlty put a hand on the woman's bottom.
"Who's ... whos' this," Fay said, sounding very much surprised that there was someone else here with us.
"She's going to put you through your paces," I said to her.
Fay's eyes widened, only hers did it in fear.
She didn't like the looks of Monica, particularly that hungry, lusty look.
She sensed, and accurately, that Monica was on fire.
I can tell you that no one is a hotter, more punishing mistress than one who is a slave.
They just can't seem to wait to turn the tables.
Now, as she looked at me, I gave her a nod.
She went to the wall and took down one of the whips that was hanging there.
She chose the riding crop, a long, foot and a half rod with a flat end, and a loop, which she immediately put around her wrist....
Holding that now, she walked slowly around Fay.
It was amazing.
In so short a time, my Monica was becoming quite the dominatrix!
I thought that quite a love thing to see.
I was very proud of myself.
Now, I pulled over a chair and sat down, about three feet in front of the hanging Fay to watch the show.
It was really something to see.
It began with Monica taking the flat end of the crop, and dragging it down the back of her charge.
She did this slowly, agonizingly ... letting the crop tell the story, until the tip was down to the hairless pussy, where it dropped off....
Then she went around to the other side, and did the same thing there, starting at the back of the woman's neck, and letting it go all the way down, to the ankle of Fay's right leg, then back up, and then down the left one.
I could see the effects this was having on Fay, who was keeping her eyes shut tight....
She wasn't into having this kind of torture done on her....
Now, as she stood there. Monica came around top the front, and gently lopped Fay's tits.
She did this by putting the crop underneath first one, then the other, and gently bouncing them ... making sure they felt as good as they were supposed to.
And then, when that was finished, she took the crop and used the tip to push gently into the nipples.
It was lovely!
They got hard immediately, responding to the leather touch.
Now, Fay opened her eyes and stared at Monica.
I knew what she was thinking....
What a beautiful girl!
What a gorgeous creature!
And she was going to have the supreme pleasure of being worked over by her ... and all in front of my eyes....
It was really a lovely sight and thought.
Now, Monica came right up to her charge ... two hairless pussies face to face!
She put her hands on Fay's upper arms, Monica's right hand holding the crop straight up, and smiled at her.
"I'm going to whip you," she said, rather seductively....
Fay didn't say anything.
"Kiss me," Monica whispered, and with that, leaned forward, planting her mouth right on her victim's.
I could tell that tongues were exchanging positions rapidly.
They were both really into it....
I couldn't help but begin to squeeze my own thighs against each other ... making them press my sweet hot pussy, giving me some sort of relief.
I may have even wanted to reach down and touch myself, but I wasn't going to give either one of them the satisfaction of knowing they were driving me crazy.
Instead, I'd just let them do their thing, watch, and decide what to do afterwards....
Now, though, Monica was inspired!
She reached up and took her own full and naked breasts in her hands, and cupped them....
She reached up, having to on her toes just a little to meet Fay, and began to rub nipple to nipple ... up against the tips of Fay's, all the while staring into her face.
It was so clear that Fay was getting turned on by this.
Just the thought of having a perfect stranger working on her must have driver her out of her mind. This continued for a few minutes, until finally, Fay threw her head back and let out a deep sigh "Ooohh...."
"Yes...." Monica said, knowing full well the effects of what she was doing....
"What ... aaahh ... what are you ... oooh...."
She was really loving this!
Now, just as she looked as though she might be coming, Monica stepped back and, with a wicked smile on her face, took one of Fay's breasts in her hand and cupped it from below.
She was really doing a job on Fay's tits.
She showed real promise, not rushing anything, or getting right down to a quick basic fuck.
No, she was into the whole, lovely show....
Of which, unquestionably, she was the star.
Now, as she continued to manipulate Fay's breast, gently massaging it with one hand, she raised the riding crop with the other.
Fay's eyes lit up.
"No ... please ... don't...."
But Monica only smiled.
She watched her victim's face as she raised the crop over her head and brought it down, smack on top of the fondled tit.
SMACK!
"OOOHHH...."
Fay let out a piercing scream ... Her entire body shuddered from the unexpected pain. After being treated in such a loving fashion, she couldn't believe that she was going to be punished like this....
She didn't understand it....
And it hurt so much....
"NO PLEASE ... DON'T," she cried, when she saw Monica, grinning, raise the crop once more ... to do it to her again....
And now, she was going to give it to her again.
Once more she raised the crop, one of the most effective leather punishment, pieces of equipment ... and brought it right down on the lower part of the same tit, this time catching the nipple as well as the firm, fleshy part of the swell itself.
"GOD...." Fay groaned.
She couldn't believe it ... she just couldn't believe all that was happening to her....
She was twitching and turning as she continued to be hit and smacked....
It was an incredible sight.
Now, Monica raised it once again.
"God, no ... no more ... you're killing me...."
"It's lovely," Monica murmured ... "You should see yourself ... each time I administer to you...."
And with that, she hit her two more times, right on the same spot....
SMACK!
SMACK!
The pain was unbearable!
Fay was twisting crazily, from side to side, trying her best not to react, a most futile decision, as she was now starting to break out into a cold sweat.
There was no way she was going to avoid this punishment.
Now, on her tit, there was about a square inch patch of sheer, painful redness, caused by the crop ... I could tell she was really hurting now ... And I loved it!
Next, Monica, after finally letting the beaten tit go, went to the other one....
She raised the crop, and took the soft, yielding breast in her hand....
"Oh ... God ... you're not ... you're not going to.
But it was true.
She was going to....
And she was going to do a full and thorough job ... She began hitting this one, just as she had before ... SMACK! SMACK!
"OHHH ... I CAN'T STAND THIS ... OOOHHH...."
But it didn't deter Monica, who punished that breast until it too, had a glowing patch on it....
"There," she finally said, when she let the crop swing down....
She had done a wonderful job on Fay's tits ... and was quite proud of it....
Now, as she let the crop go, she brought her mouth back to the first one, cupping it in her hands again.
Fay's eyes widened, as the sweat continued to pour down her face.
She was thoroughly confused by the soft loving that Monica gave her.
She opened her wet mouth and took one of the stiff nipples into it, and began to suck on it ... hard ... hard and firmly....
Milking it with her mouth....
And soon, the pain was replaced by the pleasure, as she continued to feel it working on her ... taking her down, making her all hot and wet....
It was an incredible feeling....
Soon, all the horror of the torture was put aside, and she was undulating her hips....
Monica got the message, and so did I....
She wanted her pussy to get some attention.
Monica saw that Fay was ready.
She turned and looked at me.
I nodded my approval, and I couldn't miss the smile that crossed her face....
Now, she took a pillow and dropped it right in front of the dangling Fay.
After which, she lowered herself onto it, by her knees.
This brought her face almost even with Fay's pussy.
She didn't say anything, but gently spread Fay's legs just a little.
There were cuffs on the floor, attached to chains, about 18 inches apart.
I spoke for the first time.
"Use them on her ankles ... that will force her to keep her legs spread...."
Monica obediently attached the cuffs to Fay's legs.
Now, having her spread like this, she put her face up to Fay's crotch, and licked along the tender, bare, shaved skin, just above her pussy....
"Aaaaaahhh...."
I could tell Fay was loving this ... But it wasn't all to be fun and games. Oh no....
Monica had something else in mind.
I leaned forward in my chair to watch.
My legs were still crossed, and my elbow was resting on my thigh, to allow my fist to hold my head up by my chin.
Now, Monica reached for the crop once more.
I smiled.