Moth to the Flame


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Storycodes: F/f; bond; training; slave; gag; paddle; crop; spank; toys; blindfold; oral; cons; X

WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior. If you are under the age of 18 or 21 and reside in a state, country, or planet that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!

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Part 3

It was a couple of months before my husband finally noticed. I had taken a shower and was drying myself off of the bed, when he walked in unexpectedly and noticed the red marks on my flesh.


“Yes, dear,” I answered.

“What are those marks?” he asked.

“Nothing, darling – I slipped and fell one day while playing tennis.”

“But those don’t look like bruises – they look like something else,” he observed.

“Don’t you be concerned, dear,” I told him.

I didn’t have to be a psychic to know that his suspicions had been aroused. The only question was, how curious was he going to be?


Until this evening, I had never considered the erotic possibilities of footstools. The furniture that I had at home had a couple of leather chairs in my inventory, but I had not purchased a matching leather footstool.

I had once seen a picture of some D/s furniture that a company had manufactured in a magazine. One of the more intriguing pieces had been a footstool in the shape of a naked woman. I wondered who might purchase such an item for the home.

However, I was now part of a footstool, and it was driving me crazy!

In my mouth was a stubby penis gag that took away my power of speech. If you’ve never had one in your mouth before, well its certainly an erotic experience! I was bound to a leather footstool, with my arms and legs tied to each leg. The footstool was made of black leather, and was kept new by repeated polishings – so the damn smell of the leather filled my nostrils – and was making me horny to boot.

Did I say boot? Mistress Lois was seated in a leather sofa in front of me (we were in the Den of Catherine’s secluded house), with her booted legs resting on my back. I could feel the leather of her thigh-high boots on me, and I was going nuts with desire!

Mistress Lois was watching a DVD of two women in action: one dominant, the other submissive. I glanced at the TV, watching the D/s session in action.

“Very nice DVD, don’t you agree, Annette?”

“Mmmmmph!” I grunted.

“Do you like the footstool?”


Had I been able to answer, I would have given her a YES!

The feel of the leather under my breasts, and between my thighs, the smell of the leather in my nostrils; and finally my bondage to the footstool all had combined to make me one very hot slave indeed. With my bottom open and exposed, I knew that it wouldn't be long before my aching cunt would be receiving some attention.

On a small table nearby rested a paddle, a dildo, and a riding crop. No doubt Lois had additional toys nearby – but these three would be all that would be needed to drive me wild!

Catherine waited nearby to follow Mistress Lois’s orders. Her favorite mode of dress seemed to be a maid’s outfit, this one being in red rubber, as opposed to the usual black rubber. I could smell the heady aroma of the rubber, and hear the rustle of its folds as she walked. I wondered if Lois made her wear a dildo harness underneath her uniform, which would keep her constantly excited all the time.

After I had learned that Catherine had been a member of our former social set, I dug out my collection of press clippings. There she was, wearing designer clothes (or lacking them on a yacht) as part of LI’s exclusive social set.

Yet, here she was now, a few years later. Oh, she was still very much attractive – I had seen her naked on several visits – her skin bearing the stripes of her slavery. Except now, she was a sex slave belonging to a Dominatrix who ordered her around her own house!

After every one of my visits to Catherine’s house I would resume my normal life in Great Neck once again. A couple of times, I had even met Mistress Lois in a store on Northern Boulevard! I would say hello to her, and resume my normal business, as would she.

It would only be when I was at Catherine’s house would I be subject to the cane and the lash, for I was her slave!


The word rolled easily off of my tongue now, hard to believe I had disliked the idea until I saw Lois up on a stage in a club in NYC performing with another of her female slaves. I had been both appalled and fascinated at the same time, and couldn’t wait to learn more.

I had placed myself at Lois’s tender mercies, which included the paddle, lash, and gags.

I sucked at the penis gag, remembering the few times I had condescended to suck my husband’s cock during sex. I wondered that maybe if I had done so more, perhaps he would be more interested in me sexually. In which case I might not be here, bound to a footstool, being treated like a piece of furniture!


I felt one of Lois’s high heels dig into my back, feeling the metal tap of its base on my skin.

“What a good slave you are,” commented Lois, “you know, I have never had quite such a willing slave.”

I had endured every punishment, every violation of my body that Lois had invented for me. I would every outrage, tolerate every violation of my body that Mistress Lois would perform on me, for I was her slave, and wanted to submit to her will.


“I think that you need a little attention now,” said Lois.

With that statement she lifted her booted feet from my back, and placed them on the carpeted floor. There was nothing more powerful than the sight of her booted legs, encased in shiny black leather.

Her hand began to massage my back, feeling my spine and ribs.

“Such a lovely girl you are, Annette. I had no idea of your charms all those weeks you were following me! Or of how submissive you have become! Are all of you wealthy cunts on the North Shore quite so bored that you would submit so readily to a Dominatrix?”

“Mmmmmmph!” was all that I could manage in reply.

Was that really it? Did all Type A women really want deep down inside, to be slaves? I recalled all of the shopping trips to the Miracle Mile, all of the time that I had given the sales staff a hard time.

“I have a little surprise for you, darling,” Lois said, “you’re to go down to K-Mart in Roosevelt Field, and file an application.”


“You see, Annette, I just can’t have you doing nothing all day. If I have to work for a living, then to serve me, you shall also.”


“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll get hired, let’s just say I have influence with the management. I’m sure that I can get you something nice – like lady’s intimates. You’ll be handling undies all day long!”

It would be quite embarrassing if one of my affluent friends were to walk in, but usually they never got farther than Manhasset. K-Mart was just so déclassé!

Mistress Lois then began to run her hands over my bare exposed bottom, which I knew would be the first target of her attentions.

“You have such a lovely ass, Annette. Pity more men don’t give their women spankings – it would put them in the right frame of mind,” Lois commented.

I squirmed as her hand found its way between my legs!

“No need to worry, darling. Once I’m finished with your bottom, your delectable cunt will receive my loving care as well.”

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The first strokes of the paddle against my bottom sound like rifle shots in the den’s silence. As I have been Lois’s slave for a while now, I am used to harder and many more numerous strokes than before.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

After having first paddled one cheek, Lois then proceeds onto the next. At this rate, my bottom will be read and on fire in no time!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

My erect nipples brush against the leather of the footstool, furthering my already heightened sense of excitement. I feel as if my arms & legs are welded to the stool’s legs, anchoring me in place for punishment.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

I steal a furtive glance at Catherine. She stands immobile, waiting for Lois to give her an order. I wonder how the two of them met, what made Catherine submit to her.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

This must surely be one of the strangest tableaus ever! Making the Mistress of the house a Servant!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Mmmmmmph!” I moan from behind my gag.

“Enjoying yourself, dear? Catherine just loves being placed on the stool – isn’t that correct, sweetie?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Catherine answered.

“There’s something quite sensual about being bound on the leather stool, isn’t that correct, Catherine?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“What do we usually do afterwards?”

“I lick my Mistress’s cunt,” Catherine answered.

“Very good, Catherine.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Annette, do you see how well trained Catherine is? You shall be the exact same way – obeying my every command.”

“Mmmmph!” I answered.

“The penis gag is such a great device – silencing and humiliating at the same time,” Lois observed.

Lois then brandished the dildo, which was anatomically correct. She stroked it with her fingers.

“This will be a test of your control, dear. I’m going to insert my friend here into your pussy, and do all sorts of things, play with your breasts, spank you, and you mustn’t let him fall out – else you will be severely punished. Do you understand?”

“Mmmmmph!” I replied.

I was already wet and excited from the paddling my bottom had received, so Lois had no trouble inserting her “friend” into my pussy. I thought that she would just leave him in my sex, but instead Lois then began to piston the dildo in and out of my sex!

“Mmmmmph!” I cried at the additional sexual stimulation.

A large mirror had also been provided in the den so I could see my own humiliation. I watched in grim fascination as Lois pushed and pulled the rubber phallus at my sex.

“Are you having fun Annette?” Lois asked, ”now remember, you are NOT allowed to come unless I say so! So control yourself!”

“Mmmmmph!” “Mmmmmph!” “Mmmmmph!” I grunted quickly in succession.

I had been prepared for other forms of stimulation – not to have the dildo pistoned in my sex. Desperately I tried to control myself as my body bucked in response to the invader in my sex.

“Excellent control,” Lois commented.

“Mmmmmph!” was my only answer.

Abruptly it stopped! Lois had suddenly stopped thrusting the rubber cock inside me, with it in all the way. I tried to calm myself, to bring myself down from near orgasm. I could feel the sweat pour off me onto the leather underneath my nakedness.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and the blood was thundering in my ears. I had so close to an orgasm!

Mistress Lois was a fair person! She could have continued and driven me to orgasm, and then punished me for it. That was the usual picture of the cruel bitch dominatrix. Instead, she had stopped just before I climaxed. She wouldn’t unfairly cause me to be punished!

I sucked on the rubber phallus in my mouth, glad for the enforced silence that it brought me. Had I not been gagged, I might have embarrassed myself by moaning and pleading for this erotic agony to stop. Instead, the gag prevented me from embarrassing myself in front of my Mistress and Catherine.

In my bondage, I wondered what sorts of agony that Catherine must have endured with Mistress Lois. What sort of punishments had she been put through to make her a slave? And what sort of punishments were awaiting me?

“Mmmmmmph!” I cried when I felt my nipples pinched.

“Does that feel good, Mrs. Harmon?” Lois asked.

Bound to the leather footstool, gagged by a rubber cock, with a dildo in my cunt, of course having my nipples pinched felt GOOD! It was a combination of sensations together that I would have never endured – unless I submitted to Mistress Lois.

“One day, darling, I’ll put a plug up your bottom so that I’ll have things in all your three orifices – I’m sure that you’ll remember that session forever!”

Had I really agreed to a butt plug? Lois had displayed them for me, and I simply couldn’t imagine such a thing could be used on a woman – until Catherine had been ordered to raise her skirts for me, and I saw the black base of one protruding from her bottom.

The thought of something up my nether regions, filling me to capacity, scared me deeply. But I trusted Lois, that was the strange part about this entire affair.

“Keep the dildo in your cunt, slave,” Lois cautioned me.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

One again, the leather paddle was being applied to my bottom.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

I stayed silent in my bondage, my vaginal muscles keeping a tight grip on the phallic invader within.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

What is the divider between pleasure and pain? Where does one stop and the other begin?

Crack! Crack! Crack!

I sucked on the rubber cock in my mouth as well.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Was there really dignity in suffering? I remembered the Lives of the Saints that I had been taught about in Church. Did they enjoy their suffering sexually, or was it just a religious sacrifice?”

Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Mmmmmph!” I cried from behind the gag.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

How much erotic stimulation could I endure? Having my bottom paddled while trying to keep the dildo in my cunt at the same time, was truly a great effort on my part.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

“Very good, darling, you have learned great erotic control while under my tuition. Your agony is almost over,” said Lois.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

I had feared that the last blow to my poor bottom was going to be a bone-jarring explosion that would make me climax and the dildo slip out. Instead, the last series was no different than any of the others that had reddened my behind.

“Mmmmmmph!” I moaned when I felt Lois’s hand massage my ass cheeks.

“Sorry to say you’ll be feeling this session every time that you sit down for a few days. But I think that you’ll agree that it was worth it, darling,” Lois commented.

Suddenly I felt the roller buckle that was keeping the gag in my mouth opened, and soon the rubber cock was removed, and Lois thoughtfully wiped my mouth with a tissue, so that my spittle wouldn’t fall on the carpet.

“Thank you, Mistress Lois,” I told her.

“You’re quite welcome, darling,” Lois replied, “and you’re quite the submissive. I thought for certain that you were going to climax and let the dildo slip out.”

“Yes, Mistress,”

“Ooooooooh!” I moaned when the dildo was pulled out of my sex.

“Now be a good girl and lick it clean,” Lois ordered.

The dildo was offered to my waiting lips, and I soon cleaned it of my secretions. I could taste myself, just as I had done so many times before from Lois’s lips, and her other sex toys as well!

“That’s good, Catherine, please undo her ropes,” Lois ordered, “we have more ground to cover this evening.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Catherine answered.

“You may bring her to the playroom, I’ll be waiting there for you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Catherine answered.

For a few moments at least, we were alone. Catherine and me, two slaves to Mistress Lois.

“Aren’t you jealous that I’m here?” I asked Catherine.

“Lois has used many women, and some men, in my house. So how can I be jealous?”

“But that means that she is giving her attentions to someone else.”

“I have been down in that playroom more than anyone else,” Catherine answered.

“Aaaaaaah!” I moaned when Catherine released the ropes and brought me to my feet, my aching joints protesting and blood returning to bound limbs.

“Rest a while,” said Catherine as she seated me on a chair.

From a nearby pitcher, she poured a glass of ice water, and I drank slowly, taking small sips. I had already learned that after a session if I took too much, I might vomit up the water. So I took it slowly and carefully. Besides, additional torments now awaited me downstairs. So I knew not to drink too much now.

“Did you enjoy the footstool?” Catherine asked.


“Lois will also use you as a footstool. You’ll have to be on your hands and knees, and she’ll lay her booted feet on you.”

“Thanks for the warning.” I told Catherine.

“You’re welcome.”

Catherine went to tidy up, and coiled the ropes that had bound me, and placed the dildo and gag back on the small table with the paddle.

Here I was, totally naked, and Catherine was wearing a rubber Maid’s uniform. Two slaves to the same Mistress.

“Aren’t you worried about being punished for talking to me?” I asked.

“I’ll be punished whether I talk to you or not,” Catherine answered.

“Oh,” I answered.

“Did you enjoy your ordeal?” Catherine questioned.

“Yes, very much so.”

“Better than another boring cocktail party? Hearing about who’s going to Europe for the summer, or a hot stock, or who is sleeping with who?” Catherine asked.


“That’s why I became a slave, Annette. I had met Lois socially, and she showed me bondage – and it filled a strange void in my life. That’s why I gave up the social set.”

“I understand,” I told her.

What could be more honest than two slaves sharing a confidence together?

“Come now, I’d better get you ready. It was OK to chat for a while, after all, you had to recover, but now it's time to go downstairs for your next scene,” said Catherine.

I stood up, and crossed my hands behind my back. Catherine wasted no time linking my bracelets together. A red rubber ball-gag was placed in my mouth, and I stood silently as it was secured at the base of my neck. Next, a leash was locked to my collar, and finally I was again blindfolded.

Catherine led me silently to my next ordeal, and I went willingly.

“Mmmmmmph!” I grunted from behind the ball-gag.

A gag in my mouth gave me the dignity to endure my sessions with Mistress Lois. Had I not been gagged, I might have embarrassed myself by pleading to not be punished. Instead, without the power of speech, I could stand the pain that would otherwise have me humiliating myself.

Mistress Lois pushed two half-dollar coins into my right hand. Since I was gagged I obviously couldn’t use my safeword, so releasing the coins onto the stone floor would be my signal that I had reached my limits.

Except that I didn’t WANT to reach my limits. I wanted Lois to punish me until I was in agony and my flesh striped – that would be proof of my total submission to her!

I was now hanging between the two columns again, my feet just touching the stone floor. My naked body was stretched, and the ribs were visible under my naked skin. Lois had shown me what I looked like in the mirror, I was the very picture of exposed and vulnerable femininity.

Had the other girls from the Country Club been here, I wondered what they would have thought of me now? Probably that I was just a slut, a worthless woman who had no dignity.

Except that bound like this, I thought that I had more dignity than they ever possibly could.


Mistress Lois had been exploring my nakedness with her fingers, probing at my breasts and cunt.

“You’ve come a long way, darling,” Lois observed, “originally I thought that you were just a fake – that you were going to leave me after just a few weeks. Instead, you have come back time after time. Is that marriage of yours so bad that you must respite under my lash?” Lois asked.

“Mmmmph!” I answered, moving my head up and down in the affirmative.

“Well, at least you’re honest,” said Lois.

What do you say to a woman that holds you captive with steel and leather? Lois knew how to play me like a violin, how to send sexual impulses through me like a laser beam.

“Tonight, my dear, I promise you further agony. Catherine, you may select a crop for me,” Lois ordered, “once you have been better trained, then you shall select the instrument of your punishment. But not just yet!"

Had I not been gagged and chained, I would gladly have selected the crop before I was bound to the pillars. However, in thrall to Lois, I would only do as she ordered me to.

Lois flexed the crop in her hands. In addition to her high-heeled boots, she was also wearing a very sexy black leather bodysuit that showed off her figure.

It was quite different from the business suit that she wore most days at the dealership!

One day, the “Check Engine” light came on in the car and I had to bring it to the dealership. I did not engage Mistress Lois in conversation, rather just exchanging pleasantries. Under my clothing, I felt that my marks radiated heat in Lois’s presence.

So here I was, naked again in the playroom, about to undergo another ordeal – and truth to be told, I couldn’t wait!

“Mmmmph!” I grunted when Lois pinched my already erect right nipple.

“What a true slut you are, Annette. Does your husband know about our little bondage trysts? That you are truly my slavegirl? Or is he constantly on the road traveling, and possibly a boob?”

“Mmmmph!” I answered.

Being gagged gives a slave dignity, preventing her from embarrassing herself with a foolish answer or outburst. I glanced at myself in the mirror. There is something truly sexy about being gagged, especially with a red ball-gag. Your lips outline the rubber invaded, and anyone can see what is being held within. Unlike a penis gag, which is held inside the mouth, and all that’s visible outside is a leather strap.

Her hand reaches down further, and I know that next my poor pussy will be feeling her attentions. Sure enough, I am rewarded when I feel her fingers caress my clit!

“Mmmmmph!” I cry.

“No need to worry dear, when I’m finished, you’ll be severely cropped!”

I hang in my chains as Lois fondles my cunt, bringing me again to the brink of orgasm! She is a true Mistress in the use of a woman’s body, playing mine like a musical instrument.

Before marriage, a man once tried to seduce me saying that he would play my body like a violin and that we would be making beautiful music together. What a hackneyed old pickup line that was!

In contrast, Mistress Lois truly knew how to erotically excite, and keep a slave girl at the very gates of orgasm – and frustrate her efforts for release. Her weapons were steel and leather, but I was bound to her by more than chains!

Lois stopped her fondling, and I hung motionless, my feet on the stone floor.

I watched with eyes wide as she flexed the crop in front of me, bending it for my benefit to show its resilience and strength. It would be a terrible weapon to use on a naked girl!

Snick! Snick! Snick!

The sound of the crop was almost so faint that even in the silence of the playroom I could barely hear it. However, when it struck my naked skin, it felt like a small line of fire had been drawn across it.

Snick! Snick! Snick!

Lois was striking me with only a small portion of the crop’s length, and the leather tip at its end. Still, it did hurt with every stroke.

Snick! Snick! Snick!

Had Catherine been seduced by the same things as me? The bondage, the leather, and the punishments meted out by Mistress Lois?

Snick! Snick! Snick!

Every stroke upon my naked and unprotected flesh gradually warmed me up even further. I was already in a heightened state of sexual excitement, and the crop served to excite me even more!

Snick! Snick! Snick!

I bit down on the ball-gag, glad for its presence in my mouth. Twice today I had been used while gagged, and it had added a new dimension to my ordeal.

Snick! Snick! Snick!

I wondered how the other women in the Country Club might view me now!

“Snick! Snick! Snick!

I jerked within my chains, but I was held fast. What could a naked girl do against steel and leather?


Lois had abruptly changed the manner of her strokes. Before, only the tip of the crop had struck my flesh, now she was using more of the crop’s leather clad length on my poor flesh.


I blamed no one else for my submission to Lois, not even Vera. Had I not discovered Lois, I’m sure that I would have found another diversion to entertain myself.


The sad fact is, there are plenty of wealthy women who have nothing better to do than to go shopping all day, and waste their empty lives sitting by the pool, gossiping. My husband had forbidden me to work – so when he discovers my activities he shouldn’t be too surprised!


“Mmmmmmph!” I cry.

I feel the sweat run down my armpits, and between my breasts and thighs. I clutch the coins tightly within my fingers, anxious lest I release them by accident.


Lois is strangely silent as she goes about her business of cropping my naked flesh. I know that while she is severe, she also does not strike me hard enough to damage me!



I recall off of those images in Sunday School of those who suffered, and I feel a strange kinship with them.


I jerk in my chains, because she has struck at the flesh between my legs.


There is no part of my naked body that Mistress Lois does not strike with the crop, and that includes my breasts, and my cunt as well.


Though I am small chested, I have resisted the temptation to have my breasts enlarged. Sure, I have the money, and would scarcely miss it. But I didn’t want to end up looking like every rich woman who emulates a porn star!


“All right, slave?” Lois asks.

I move my head up and down in response.

“Very good, dear.”


My reward for being submissive is the further punishment of my naked body. I wonder how many other women Lois has disciplined between these columns?


Is my ordeal never to end?


I know that my body must be a solid mass of red stripes by now, and I grimly resolve to outlast my Mistress in her use of me! I shall not release the coins!


I want to show Lois how truly strong and submissive I am by absorbing every one of her strokes on my body.


I feel as if I am in a universe of punishment, the only thing that exists is the crop and my body.


I feel as if I am having an out-of-body experience, like I am strangely detached from my body, I am watching myself get cropped by Mistress Lois.


“Had enough darling?” Lois asks me.

“Mmmmmph!” I answer proudly.

“Enough for one day, Catherine you may undo her ball-gag.”

I take several deep breaths once the ball is removed from between my lips, my chest heaving from the ordeal that I have just undergone.

“Thank you, Mistress Lois,” I tell her when I am able to.

“You’re quite welcome, dear,” Lois answers.

I stay silently in my chains. Mistress Lois could still leave me this way for hours, or else take me down.

“Once you’ve cleaned her up, Catherine you may take her to bed this evening. If she disobeys you, you have my permission to use the crop.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Catherine answers.


“Yes, Mistress,” I quickly answered.

“I am giving you to Catherine this night. You must be a good girl in bed, else you will be severely punished.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I answer.

Catherine releases me from my chains and helps me to a chair, my wracked muscles screaming in pain. I feel as if I am a mass of stripes, my skin aching from the session that I have endured.

She is very patient with me, helping me to the bathroom where she draws a tub full of hot steaming water, which I sink gratefully into. Catherine bathes me, washes my hair, and then dries me off and tends to my skin.

“You’ll heal – it only looks bad,” Catherine comforts me.

“Thank you,” I tell her.

“Would you like something to eat?” Catherine asks.

“Just a snack,” I tell her.

Catherine gets me a tray of tea and cookies, and we eat together in silence. Eventually we make our way to her bedroom.

Still naked, I wait for her instructions, since she will be my Mistress this night.

“Sit on the bed,” she tells me.

I follow her instructions, and watch as she removes her rubber maid’s outfit. Under the rubber, her skin is sweaty and red.

“Won’t be a minute,” she tells me.

Catherine ducks into a bathroom adjoining her room, and takes a quick shower herself. In no time she is clean and seated on the bed next to me.

“That’s much better,” she comments.

Catherine then places a dildo, paddle, and crop on the night-table next to her bed. She lays down on the comforter, and opens her legs.

“Satisfy me, slave,” Catherine orders.

I need no additional commands before springing into action. I place my head between her thighs, and begin to lick and suck at her moist cunt, inhaling the body wash that she uses on her skin.

Obeying a Mistress means not only that I would serve her, but also whoever else that she might command me to. If that also meant another of her slaves, I would do that as well.

I suppose for Catherine that is one of the benefits of serving Mistress Lois – that she would bed another of Lois’s slaves occasionally. She threw her head back into the pillows as I made passionate love to her.

For the entire evening I had been denied an orgasm, and I was certain that I would satisfy Catherine enough that she would grant me that pleasure and release. Her cunt, her nipples all would receive my loving female attentions.

“Aaaaaaah!” Catherine cried out in pleasure.

I continued my ministrations, giving her one orgasm after another with my mouth. I then advanced to her erect nipples, sucking at them.

“There’s a dildo harness in the drawer, please get it Annette,” Catherine ordered.

I removed and, and handed it to Catherine, who quickly strapped it onto her thighs. She placed a condom over the rubber cock.

“Lay down and open your legs,” Catherine ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Catherine entered me easily, and soon the cock was pistoning itself inside of my wet cunt, and I was moaning in response. With all of my punishment and erotic denial, it didn’t take long before I was again at the brink of orgasm.

“Mistress, may I please come?” I begged Catherine.


With that one word it was like a tidal wave had been released inside me. All of the pent up sexual energy that I had been holding back all night was finally released in a sudden flood of orgasm.

“Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaaah!” I cried out in pleasure.

All of the strokes that I had endured had stored up sexual energy in me like a battery. My body shook as one spasm after another washed over me, and I bounced my body on the bed, matching Catherine thrust for thrust.

“Aaaaaaah! Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!”

The rubber cock was still hard and erect inside of me, driving me to ever grander heights of orgasm. I looked forward to the day that I would be flogged with a dildo held inside my cunt.

“Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaah!” I moaned.

When it had finally ended, and were we both bathed in sweat, Catherine pulled the shaft out of my cunt. She rolled the condom up, and placed it in a wastebasket next to the bed.

She undid the harness, and passed it over to me.

“Your turn, Annette,” she told me.

I made quite sure to satisfy her that night so she wouldn’t have to use the crop – and she didn’t!


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