Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Part 4

Brooke glanced at her watch.

‘It’s time for my lunch, you’ll be eating with the others later’, she exclaimed rising from the bed.

‘You have two hours before I return, to get your things unpacked and stowed away neatly. Then you’ll both shower together. Victoria ensure that Anne is spotless and that her room and things are tidy. I’ll be back to check myself. I want to find you both kneeling in this room when I come, understood?’

‘Yes Miss’, we chimed, as she left closing the door behind her.

Anne and I got up.

‘Phew’, she said, ‘that was dreadful!  What happened in there was the most humiliating and painful experience of my life. That slip of a girl has no right to treat us like that. Did you see what she did and how she spoke to me?’

‘Yes’, I replied, ‘but we’d better be careful what we say, remember she told us that every room is monitored for sound and there are cameras in every room. Perhaps she’s listening now to what we’re saying. I don’t want to piss her off’.

Anne looked shocked, visibly paled, putting her hand to her mouth, ‘Fuck, I forgot about that’.

I looked around the room, and indeed in the far corner, pointing towards the bed and us, was a small TV camera. I touched Anne discretely and drew her attention to it. She nodded.

I walked to the door, intending to look along the landing, but when I tried the handle it wouldn’t budge. We were locked in.

Turning back to Anne, ‘We’d best do as we’re told then’, I said, ‘in case she comes back sooner’.

‘I’ll get my things sorted’, she said, ‘I brought too much stuff with me, including a lot of casual things to wear around the house, but it seems I won’t need them’.

‘I’ll come and fetch you when I’m ready to shower’, I replied, as she walked through the door of the wet room.

Like Anne’s, my room had a chest of drawers, with a rectangular mirror fixed to the wall above it, and an upright wooden chair, with an upholstered seat, beside it against the wall.

It didn’t take long for me to unpack and stow my clothes and few personal things away. In one of the drawers of the chest I found a small laptop, with a sticker attached on which was printed, ‘DO NOT USE WITHOUT PERMISSION’. In another I found a hair dryer. I placed it on top of the chest ready for the shower. The bottom drawer contained a set of white towels. I picked up the largest and placed it on the bed.

The wooden bed had no duvet, or cover, with only a white sheet over the mattress and two plain white pillows. Looking more carefully I noticed that a number of large steel screw ‘eyes’ were fixed at the top of each leg. I moved the pillows to one side, and two more were embedded at intervals across the top. I wondered what they were for.

Carrying the towel, I walked through to Anne’s room to find her busily hanging her clothes in the wardrobe, with two empty cases on the bed.

‘Nearly done’, she said.

‘You’d better check the drawers to make sure they’re tidy, I don’t want her to get mad at you too’.

I did, finding her things immaculately folded, including a lot of expensive looking sexy lingerie.

The wardrobe was perfectly arranged, with her shoes in pairs below her hanging garments. It was clear that she could look very smart when dressed to kill.

I looked at my watch, which was the only thing I was wearing.

‘Although we’ve got plenty of time, we’d best get showered’, I said.

‘You’re the boss now’, Anne commented. ‘She made it clear that I’m to do as I’m told’.

‘That applies to us both’, I replied.

I was feeling a little sorry for her, as she’d had a pretty bad experience with Brooke. I removed my watch placing it on the chest. I picked up the large towel, took her hand in mine and led her into the wet room.

‘Damn’, she said, ‘Now I need to pee’.

She let go of my hand and darted into her room, returning with a hinged chrome cylindrical case. My eyes widened when she pressed its clasp, and took out a full-sized penis.  On seeing my surprise, she exclaimed, ‘Haven’t you got one of these damned things?’

‘Sort ... of ..’, I grimaced. I walked through to my bedroom, returning with the small penis holder that I carried in my handbag, and brought it in to show her. When I took out the tiny cock, her eyes widened with amazement, and she giggled, ‘Oh my god, I thought they’d be the same size’.

We held the two side by side, the difference was striking. Anne’s was at least twice the length and about six times the girth of mine.

‘I’ve had to use it to pee for over six months’, said Anne, ‘I still can’t get used to it’.

‘It’s been three years for me’, I replied, ‘although to be honest it isn’t that bad. I find it easier and quicker to pee standing up. I’ve forgotten to take it with me a couple of times though, if I’ve changed my bag, and that has been real nuisance at work, as I couldn’t pee all day!’

‘Can I have a look at it?’ she asked, and I handed it to her, and she gave me her’s to hold.

I noticed the difference immediately; it was much heavier than mine, although identical in every other respect except size and weight. It wasn’t circumcised, and I pulled its foreskin back to see the head, which was fairly bulbous.

Anne held my little penis between her finger and thumb, stretching the little foreskin back and forth over the glans, like a toy.

‘I can’t imagine playing with one as tiny as this’, she said. ‘I have to jerk off with that thing to get any sexual satisfaction most of the time’, pointing to the large one in my hand, ‘at least it’s easy to grip, if not hard work’.

‘I feel silly, childish really’,  I replied, ‘rubbing it up and down between my finger and thumb. Quite often it slips out, and I have to do it more slowly’.

We looked at each other, and rolled our eyes upwards.

‘I must pee, I’m desperate now’, said Anne.

She touched the red sensor on her guard with her fingertip, and held the large penis in place. Nothing happened.

‘Shit!’, she said, ‘I can’t wait an hour before trying again, maybe that little bitch is punishing me’.

‘Hold on’, I said, ‘Your green sensor responds to my finger now, let me try it on your red one...’

I stretched out my hand and touched it gently. Anne looked down and saw the orifice open in the Guard, and engaged the penis with a sigh of relief.

She walked over to the toilet, holding her penis in her right hand, foreskin drawn back, and a gush of piss splashed down. She seemed so relieved she had forgotten that I was watching. I found it strange to see a mature woman pissing like that, but I couldn’t help watching from beginning to end. I could well understand why a man would find it intriguing.

Anne removed the penis, shook its drips into the toilet, ‘That’s a relief, but how am I going to manage if you have to be here to make the request?’

‘I don’t know, perhaps we can ask Brooke about it. She said we could ask questions’.

Anne flinched at the thought.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll ask her’, I said.

It occurred to me that Anne would need to touch my Guard similarly. So I tried touching the red sensor while holding my little cock in place. To my surprise it opened. I pressed it into its socket and took a piss in the toilet as Anne watched. She seemed as fascinated as I had been, coming closer and bending forward a little as the pee dribbled down.

‘That’s quite funny, you look like a boy doing that’, she smiled.

‘That’s what I’ve been told by Dave. He likes watching me do it too’, I replied.

‘It’s not fair’, said Anne, ‘you can ask to pee when you like, but I need you to be here to ask permission for me’.

‘Let’s wait and see what Brooke has to say, and leave it at that for now. I’m sure we’ll have a few questions for her to answer before the day is out’.

I went over to the cabinet on the wall, and found a supply of shampoos, conditioners, talcum powder, plain and perfumed soaps. I chose one of each, and beckoned Anne to the shower area in one corner. There was no shower curtain, simply a covered drain positioned below the shower head.

‘She told us to shower together’, I reminded Anne, ‘there’s plenty of room, so it’ll be no problem’.

I turned the water on and we were soaked under a stream of comforting warm water. We shampooed our hair, rinsed and washed ourselves down. I noticed that Anne, like me, washed herself thoroughly.  Dave always insisted on that.

I helped towel her down, and she assisted me.

‘How are we to dry our hair’, she asked, as she obviously hadn’t thought about it.

‘Don’t you have a dryer in your room’, I asked, ‘I have one in mine’.

‘No, but I found a laptop in the drawer, but no dryer’.

I took her through to the double bedroom and sat her in the chair by the chest, plugged in the dryer and brushed her hair gently till it was done. She thanked me, then she dried and brushed mine.

I went and retrieved my watch from Anne’s room, finding that we still had over an hour before Brooke was due back.

I was sitting on the upright chair, and when she’d finished Anne sat in the armchair in the corner next to me.

‘Gosh! We’ve only just met, we don’t know anything about each other, except our names, and we’ve done the most intimate things to each other in one morning’, Anne remarked.

‘We had no choice’, I added.

‘I’m sorry if I hurt you earlier with my finger, but she made me do it. My husband always said I was clumsy’.

‘That’s ok, I did much the same thing to you first’, I reassured her.

‘I hated that gag, I don’t know if I can bear having to wear it again. I couldn’t breathe and I panicked’, Anne said woefully.

‘Let’s take it a day at a time and cross those bridges when we come to them’, I said philosophically, not really feeling any confidence in such a vacuous remark, bearing in mind our circumstances. I thought it best to change the subject.

‘You’re married, and you went to law school?’, I asked.

‘Divorced, the bastard went off with some stupid blonde bimbo ten years his junior, thankfully before I bore any of his kids. And, yes, I’m an attorney. I qualified fifteen years ago. I work in a city practice, mainly dealing with commercial disputes.’

I was puzzled, ‘How come you find yourself here, in that case?’

‘Oh, that’s easy, I’d got over the loss of my useless husband, I threw myself into my work, and built up a large case load, while making a lot of money as well. Then one day, quite by accident when I was in the shower, I noticed a hard lump in my left breast. I hadn’t checked them for weeks. I phoned my physician immediately and saw her later that day. She arranged X-rays and a biopsy, and told me not to worry. A couple of days later she called to say that further tests were needed at the hospital’.

‘To cut a long story short, they found a tumour in the left breast, a smaller one in the right breast, that it had spread to the lymph nodes, that there were secondary tumours in my liver, my spine, and my brain. Amazingly, apart from the lump I had no symptoms whatsoever. I felt as fit as a fiddle. I was devastated when the oncologist told me, all too bluntly, that I had two or three months to live at the most. It was, he said, one of the most aggressive cases of cancer he’d ever encountered. He felt that there was no point in attempting surgery, or in radio- or chemo-therapy. He advised me to get my affairs in order as soon as possible, and that there were cancer counsellors available for me to talk to. He also asked me if I attended a church. I didn’t’.

For a few days I was lost. I’d distanced myself from my friends during my marriage, and had been too busy to re-engage with them since. I wrote my own will, got it witnessed, and decided that if I had such little time left I’d prefer to enjoy it. I had a lot of money not only in cash accounts but in equities. I cashed everything in, and booked myself on the most luxurious cruise my travel agent could find’.

‘So I found myself in the Caribbean, still feeling miserable. I was at the bar every night and tried dancing with every man I could persuade to dance with me. Unfortunately most of the passengers were old, and I gravitated more and more to the bars, with the occasional venture to the casino, where I threw more money away than I care to mention. By midnight I was usually in a pretty drunken state, and had to be escorted to my cabin more often than not. I didn’t care. I wanted the end to come as quickly as possible. The splitting headaches had already started by then’.

‘On the final evening of the cruise I made my way to my favourite stool at the bar nearest my cabin where I found a grey-haired, middle-aged man sitting next to me. He introduced himself as “Dave”. I wasn’t much interested, but thought, “Hell, why not? I need some sex before I kick off!”’

‘Of course the conversation soon turned to my sad plight. He listened without saying a word until I’d finished. Not once did he sympathise, as others had done. Then he said, ‘Anne, I think I can help you, if you’re willing to trust me’.

‘He told me the company he worked for specialised in inoperable cancer cases, among other things. I told him that no-one could help me, that I was a goner. He said that if that was the case that I’d have nothing to lose. He gave me his business card and asked me to call to see him at his consultancy the following day after the ship docked. I was almost, but not quite, convinced that he was a crank or a confidence trickster, but that night in my cabin I decided to give it a shot’.

‘When I called at his office, he told me that all the money I had couldn’t buy the treatment his Company could provide. He emphasised that he wouldn’t ask me for anything unless it was successful, but if it was, I would have to be prepared to make significant sacrifices in order to save my life. I asked him to elaborate, and he was amazingly frank about it. He said that he’d expect a payment of $250,000 once my health had been verified by medics of my choosing but not those who had examined me already. I was to present myself for examination at an independent medical centre without disclosing my prior cancer diagnosis to them. I would also pay his company ten percent of my income, monthly, for the rest of my life’.

‘And that wasn’t all. I would have to accept a significant degree of control over my personal life and affairs for an indeterminate period. My health would be monitored for his Company’s research purposes via the introduction of modifications to my body which would ensure that I complied with their requirements. It sounded very far-fetched. I would have to sign a comprehensive agreement first.’

‘Being a lawyer, when he showed me a copy, I read it very carefully. My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I read the details – I thought they were bizarre, and didn’t believe it could possibly happen. I came to the conclusion that he was crazy, and nearly ripped it up in front of him’.

‘He said, looking me straight in the eyes, ‘In minutes you can be free of that disease, you haven’t got a lot to lose. Sign, and we’ll do it now’.

‘He was right, I didn’t have anything going for me, the headaches were getting worse by the day, and I couldn’t sleep for the pain in my back. I signed. He led me through to a brilliantly bright research centre adjacent to his office. He switched on some kind of display where I found myself looking at a completely naked full-size living image of myself a few feet before my eyes. He pointed at the image and it was as if I could see my internal organs. He showed me the tumours which glowed in my breasts, brain and liver. I’d never seen any technology that could do that. When my image faded, a large 3-D DNA helix appeared. Dave pointed to a tiny segment and told me that it was the cause of my cancer. He asked if I wanted the tumours removed and my DNA altered permanently so that I would never have a recurrence. I needed to assent by following his instructions. I nodded, and said, ‘Go ahead. I’ll do anything you say’.

‘He asked me to undress completely, but didn’t seem interested in looking at my body. I was handed something to insert into my vagina. It was quite big but thankfully smooth and it went in quite easily. He stood me in a column of blue light and instructed me to stand still. Moments later it was over. I removed the thing inside me and gave it back to him. Somehow I knew that something fundamental happened. I got dressed and we went back to his office’.

‘He explained that all traces of the disease had been eradicated, as had a number of minor chronic medical problems I’d suffered from over the years. He said the modifications I’d read about in the agreement had been carried out but wouldn’t become operative for a month from that date. I was to get a full medical examination at the earliest and as soon as I received the result, only if I was pronounced one hundred percent healthy, I was to telephone his office to make an appointment in order that I would fulfil the obligations of the agreement that I’d signed’.

‘Three weeks later I found myself back in Dave’s office, my life back on track after what had seemed a dreadful nightmare. The doctors had told me that I had the health of a woman half my age, after carrying out every test that money could buy. There was no trace of cancer, or any other disease in my body. I was determined to honour my commitment in full’.

‘Dave asked me to transfer the cash payment to his Company’s account, and I arranged for my bank to do it that day. He took details of my account, including my passwords, so that he could arrange the percentage regular debits. I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned he could have taken all my money and I told him that. I was alive. He reminded me that I had another seven days before my implants became operative and I could return in a week’s time if I wished, but I wanted to do it then and there’.

‘He told me to undress, and then took the Chastity Guard out of a drawer. I hadn’t known what to expect – something like a medieval belt - I suppose. I sat on the desk while he showed it to me and explained how it worked, and how to put it on. He asked me to stand and handed it to me to put on, which I did. It felt strange. Putting something into my urethra was difficult, and I remember wincing. So there I was standing in front of Dave with nothing on but this thing over my pussy. I felt silly.’

‘Do I take it off to pee?’, I asked him. That’s when he showed me the penis. He explained about the sensors on the Guard, and told me to touch the red one. He held the penis against the Guard and pushed it into a socket which had opened in it. There it was dangling between my thighs. He took me to the WC in the outer office, and told me to pee, which I did, while he watched. I could feel it passing through the penis. It was weird, bizarre even’.

I listened to Anne’s account without interruption. She, like me, had never told anyone else about it as we weren’t allowed to discuss it with anyone, but time was getting short.

‘Something pretty similar happened to me’, I interrupted, ‘Basically, I once was very fat, but now I’m thin, and wearing a chastity device like yours, courtesy of Dave and his Company. There isn’t time for me to tell you my entire story now as Brooke will be back in less than five minutes. We’d better be ready, and keep in her good books for the rest of the day’.

Anne in her forties, and I in my twenties, knelt beside each other, knees spread wide, hands clasped behind our necks, shoulders and elbows back, tits out, and eyes to the front, facing the door through which Brooke, the teenager who held our fate in her hands, would enter in a few moments.

We must have waited at least half an hour. Kneeling in such a position is hard, especially without moving. I didn’t want to adjust my knees as that would surely be the moment she’d walk in. It must have been harder still for Anne, as she was continually shuffling and adjusting her knees.

Finally the door opened and in she came.

‘Stand, legs spread, hands on neck’, she ordered. We complied, although we were both stiff, but stood at attention in the desired position.

Brooke looked us up and down, walked around, and played with Anne’s hair.

‘Is the bitch clean?’, she asked me.

‘Yes Miss’, I responded.

‘I’ll tan your ass if she ever isn’t’, snapped Brooke.

‘Come’, she said, leading the way through the door.

She took us up three flights of stairs at a run. Brooke was certainly fit if nothing else. Anne was panting and perspiring by the time we got to the attic. Brooke punched the keypad and we entered a very large space with exercise machines of various kinds on every side.

‘You’ll spend at least an hour here every evening, and you’, pointing at Anne, ‘probably a lot more than that. I won’t have unfit lazy cows under my roof, especially ones who think they’re superior because they’ve been to law school’.

Anne was evidently in for a hard time.

‘This is where we hold House meetings. Times are posted on the notice board with the rotas in the dining area. It’s your responsibility to be here on time’.

I sure as hell wasn’t going to be late, ever.

Next we hurried down the stairs to the ground floor, where Brooke took us to the outer hall, and opened the front door with her key. She had us both stand naked and barefooted on the top step while she closed it. She took us round the side of the House and I was surprised to see a large ramp leading downwards with a shuttered door at the bottom.

‘That’s the entrance to the underground car park. If you are fortunate enough to own a vehicle you have my permission to park it there. I will arrange to have it fitted with a device which will operate the doors automatically.’

‘Does either of you own a car?

‘I do, Miss’, said Anne, ‘I need it to visit my clients and attend court’.

‘I don’t give a shit what you need it for, you stupid woman. Listen to the question, and give me the answer I want, got that?’

‘Yes Miss’, Anne answered meekly.

‘What car has our lawyer got then?’

‘It’s a Mercedes’, replied Anne ruefully.

Brooke turned sharply on her heels and took us on to the lawn which I had seen from the window that morning, at the back of the House.

‘Right, Victoria, run as fast as you can around the perimeter in a clockwise direction, you, bitch, anti-clockwise. Five laps. Move your asses!’

I sprinted off as fast as I could, and Anne went in the opposite direction. Brooke stood in the middle watching us. The lawn was bigger than it looked. As Anne approached me on one side I could see her tits flopping wildly up and down and side to side. She was really out of breath.

Finally I completed the five laps, but had to wait on my knees in front of Brooke, for Anne who took at least thirty seconds longer. Brooke had timed us.

‘You’ll do better next week’, she observed.

We followed a path through some shrubbery with Brooke in the lead towards the stable-like building I had seen from the sitting room. It also had a keypad and a lock, which Brooke opened.

Inside it was long and low, with what appeared to be half-a-dozen stalls with wooden sides and a metal grid on the top and the front – they looked like cages. Beyond that section was a long corridor with several doors leading off.

‘This is the old stable block, you’ll be sent here for training from time to time. I’m simply showing you where it is for now’.

We left the stables to find it was beginning to rain.

‘Wait’, Brooke ordered.

She went back into the stables and returned with an umbrella, which she opened. By now it was pouring down.

‘Run, I want to find you kneeling at the foot of the bottom step facing out. Move!’

Off we dashed as the rain soaked our bodies and our hair.

Brooke sauntered slowly under the shelter of the umbrella.

We knelt in the rain waiting for her. She passed us, and opened the door,

‘Come little bitches’, she called, and we followed her into the House, dripping wet.

We had to wait kneeling in the outer hall, until Brooke returned with a towel which we had to share.

She showed us the sitting room which Anne and I had seen when we arrived, and then the large kitchen next to a separate dining area, with three round tables, each seating four. Off the dining area was a utility room, with two industrial washing machines and two large dryers. Beside them was an equally large wicker linen basket.

‘All the bed linen is laundered commercially on a weekly basis. Juniors deposit it here by noon on Friday. There is a linen cupboard on each landing. Juniors also make the beds. Got that Anne?’

Anne nodded her understanding.

We followed Brooke to the elevator, where, without our cases there was room for all three of us. She took us to the Basement while explaining that residents like us were only allowed in the room when accompanied by a Mistress.

The elevator opened into a vestibule, with a door opposite. Brooke explained that if we were ever summoned to come we should kneel and wait by the door. She unlocked it and ushered us into a room the likes of which I had never seen.

I didn’t have much time to look around on that first visit, because facing us as we entered was a tall muscular blue-eyed woman, with short blonde hair, well over six feet tall. She was in her early thirties I guessed, completely naked except for a tight-fitting steel collar around her neck. She held a thin whippy crop in her hand.

‘Victoria and Anne, this is Samantha, or Sam, my Deputy. She’s Miss Samantha to you. She‘s a Senior who lives on the floor above you. Sam carries my full authority. She assists and deputises for me when necessary’.

Samantha looked us both up and down. She was intimidating. Her name was inscribed clearly in inch-high letters on the front of her collar.

Sam is here to complete your introduction to life in this House and to make it an unforgettable day.

‘Anne, as Junior, you will go first, then Victoria’, Brooke announced.

She removed Anne’s Guard, handed it to Sam, and then she and I watched, as Anne was led by Sam across the room and told to kneel before something that looked vaguely like a metal pillory. It consisted of a short vertical pole topped by a hinged metal crossbar with holes for neck and wrists. Sam opened the device, grasped Anne by the neck and pushed it against the lower bar, her wrists quickly followed, before being trapped by the upper bar which Sam closed and locked. She moved Anne’s knees so that her back was straight, before placing Anne’s Guard on it.

Anne was thus held on her knees facing away from me. Sam walked to one of the large cupboards which lined the room, and took out a flat rectangular object which she placed between Anne’s knees. It had sharp ridges running across it and when Anne moved to close her knees she quickly parted them so that they were positioned either side of it.

With Anne thus secured Sam joined us, and with Brooke led me to a large wooden object close but to the side of where Anne was kneeling. I’d never seen anything like it before. It stood on four legs, with a triangular wooden body pointing upwards on a level with my tits. Beside it was a wooden box.

‘Ever seen one of these before?’ enquired Brooke.

I shook my head, ‘No Miss’.

‘It’s a wooden pony and you’re going for a little ride on it’, Brooke smirked.

She touched the green sensor on my Guard and removed it.

Draped over the pony was a pair of handcuffs with which my wrists were secured behind my back by Sam. Deftly, Brooke lowered a chain with a pulley from above, and hooked it onto the cuffs.

‘Get on the box’, she said quietly. With Sam’s help my leg was raised over the triangular body. Brooke quickly raised the pulley chain so that my wrists were pulled up and back, pushing me forwards a little. Sam locked metal cuffs on each of my ankles, pulled them up and back and fastened the cuffs to rings on the smooth steep sides of the pony. Brooke peered between my legs, before turning to Sam,

‘Not quite on it’.

They lifted me a little and brought me down so that the sharp ridge of the pony was straddled by my labia. Brooke peered again, adjusted the pulley so that my clit rested on it as well.

I was positioned so that I could see Anne clearly in her tight metal prison, knees spread widely, labia parted. I had a grandstand view of what was going to happen.

At first the ‘pony ride’ wasn’t too bad. Unfortunately the thing was designed to put nearly all of my weight on my private parts. They began to hurt as the pony worked its way deeper into my cleft. I tried to gain purchase by squeezing my knees together, but that had only limited effect. Next, I tried to move my position a little by pulling on the chain holding my arms behind me. That was next to impossible and made matters worse, when one of my lips became pinched. It was agony. The more I wriggled, squeezed, moved, the worse it got. I tried staying still but all I could think of was the pain in my cunt. By now my clit was being pinched too.

Meanwhile Sam and Brooke were chatting, but I couldn’t concentrate on what they were saying, only on my predicament.

‘Right, let’s get to it’, Brooke said to Sam, as she took hold of the whippy crop.

‘Now, Ms. Big-Headed Rich Attorney, let’s see what you make of this ‘brief’.

Brooke commenced unhurriedly to slash Anne’s ass with the crop, using all her strength as she brought it down. Anne screamed each time the implement came into contact with the white globes of her butt. She struggled against the rigid bars which held her in place.

As I watched, I even forgot, momentarily, the pain I was in. I saw the bright red stripes appear as if by magic across her flesh, quickly turning purple after a few moments.

Sam and Brooke were completely unmoved by her screams and occasional pleas. It seemed like about ten slashes to me, when Brooke stopped and handed the crop to Sam.

My pain returned tenfold as Anne’s beating stopped.

‘How’re you doing my little one?’ Brooke asked.

‘It’s agony Miss, I can’t stand it, please let me down’, I begged.

Brooke turned towards Sam and nodded.

Poor Anne received another ten strokes in quick succession. Sam was clearly experienced at whipping women. The whistle of the crop was quickly followed by Anne’s piercing screams echoing through the Basement.

When it was over, I was efficiently lifted off the pony, freed from the cuffs, and Anne from her pilloried prison.

Almost immediately I found myself locked in the pillory, knees spread wide to avoid the ridges separating them. I could hear, but not see, Brooke and Sam preparing an agitated Anne for her pony ride.

As they chatted again I heard Anne moaning and the rattle of the chain as she struggled to escape the agonising pinch of the pony on her more extensive tender labia.

I tried to imagine what the crop would feel like as I waited. I couldn’t see behind me, so I had no idea when it would come.

Someone walked around and I found myself staring at Brooke’s legs and high-heeled shoes. She grasped my hair, lifted my head hard against the restraining bar, squatted and stared me straight in the eyes’.

‘Learn’, she said quietly, as an unimaginable burn seared across my little exposed and unprotected bottom. Brooke watched the panic in my eyes and face as I gasped with the shock. She released my hair, and Sam gave me another five equally hard strokes.

I was released and the Guard refitted. Brooke led me by my hair on hands and knees to a little cage by the wall. It was some three feet square, and I was pushed in and it was secured.  Anne found herself similarly confined on the opposite wall.

I heard Brooke’s heels clicking as she and Sam left us in our tiny prisons.

I could hardly move, forced to sit with my head bent forward. My crotch ached and was very sore, and my ass burned. I could barely see Anne in her cage as it was an effort to look up in her direction. Soon my neck was aching, and the bars were digging into my legs and ass.

We were probably there for a couple of hours before Brooke and Sam returned with a third woman, also a blonde, and like Sam, completely naked except for a steel collar.

They went to the left, out my line of vision. Brooke then came and released me, but Anne remained in her cage. I was taken to where the other woman was secured on a bench as we had been that morning, ankles and wrists fastened to clasps on the wall above her. She wore the dreaded penis gag stretching her jaws. I thought she was probably in her early twenties, but it was hard to tell.

For the first time, Sam spoke to me with an authoritative tone of voice. She had a foreign accent, perhaps eastern European, but her English was good.

‘This is Melanie, my Junior.  You and Anne are a pair because you are fitted with identical devices, the C-G Mark III.’

She looked at me, and I nodded.

Melanie and I have the same devices fitted, different to yours. Like you two, we are a designated pair. You need to be familiar with the devices that other residents are wearing. Today you are here to familiarise yourself with our devices. She pointed to herself and to the young woman staring up at us from the bench, her name clearly visible on her collar.

Sam pressed a button on the wall beside Melanie. The bench and clasp bar moved upwards bringing the hapless woman to my chest level.

Sam edged me closer to Melanie’s crotch, and parted her labia, which, like mine, were not very pronounced and didn’t protrude beyond the outer lips. When closed she appeared to only have a slit, but it was a bit longer than mine, and I was staring at her crotch not more than a foot from my face.

Sam stretched her vulva wide, but where Melanie’s vagina should have been within it, there was a flat flesh-coloured plug, with a darker circle at its centre with the letters ‘EP’ imprinted on it in bold type.

‘She has a vaginal plug inserted’, added Sam, pointing at it.

She turned to Brooke who handed her a small pinkish object, which she showed to me. Four inches long and half an inch wide, it had a sponge-like texture.

‘Hold it’, Sam said, as she placed it in my hand.

It was light and soft but firm and flexible. I handed it back.

‘When she joined the Program, Melanie had one of these, cut to precisely the length required, inserted in her vagina. When the substance comes in contact with vaginal secretions it expands to fill the cavity. It exerts an equal pressure in all directions, except at the base. Once inserted it cannot be removed without Executive authority. Mistress Christine is an Executive member of the Company. One touch from her finger will cause this object to shrink to its original shape. Melanie and I are thus deprived of our vaginas until she or Dave decide otherwise.’

Sam placed her thumbs on each side of where Melanie’s pee-hole should have been, stretching the area, but I couldn’t see it.

‘That’s got you wondering, hasn’t it?’ Sam asked.

‘Yes Miss, how on earth does she pee without a pee-hole?’ I blurted.

Sam looked at Melanie.

‘Do you need to pee, Melanie?’

Melanie nodded her head up and down vigorously.

‘She’s been drinking water all day for your benefit, Victoria, and she’s bursting to pee right now’, grinned Sam.

Sam reached out her hand and touched the spot where Melanie’s pee-hole should have been, then withdrew it.

She looked at Melanie again, waited several seconds, ‘Now bitch!’

A jet of piss arced from Melanie’s vulva and hit me full in the face. I staggered backwards, my eyes, face and hair soaked. Brooke and Sam were in hysterics of laughter at my shock and surprise.

‘That’ll teach you to stand too close’, remarked Brooke, ‘Nothing is as it seems here’.

Melanie pissed for nearly a whole minute, and the floor got very wet. Sam and I were standing in it in our bare feet. Brooke had moved back in readiness to avoid the splashes on her shoes.

Sam explained that Melanie’s ass was sealed in the same way as her urethra. She lifted the girl’s butt a little, placed both thumbs against her brownish puckered hole, and drew them apart. I saw a smooth unmarked pink surface where her asshole should have been

‘When she and I are in the House’, Sam explained, ‘Melanie can only piss or shit if I touch either or both of her spots with my fingertip. She has to find me and ask my permission. You may already have discovered that Anne has to have yours. Juniors are not allowed to pee or crap in the House unless they use this precise form of words, ‘Please Miss may I pee?’ or, ‘Please Miss may I pee and shit?’ with exactly that emphasis on the ‘please’. Both of you will be disciplined if caught not obeying the rule’.

If you decide to grant the request, you touch the spot on her Guard, she has to get to the bathroom to pee or shit within three minutes. If she doesn’t make it, she’ll have to come back and ask again. You need to explain that to Anne’.

‘When Juniors are out of the House, at work, for example, their sensors respond to their own fingers. The one exception is if they are accompanied by a Senior, any Senior, who is in close proximity of some fifty yards or so’.

‘Poor old Anne’, I thought.

While Sam was talking, Brooke had released Anne, given her a mop and bucket and had her mopping up Melanie’s piss, while we stood and watched. When she had finished Brook put her back in the cage, and then Sam carried on.

‘There’s one more thing that Melanie has to show you, Victoria, come closer’.

I moved in towards Melanie’s cunt, but rather more warily, as I could smell her pee on my face and hair.

Sam lifted Melanie’s clitoris hood to reveal her bud.

My eyes opened wide, and I turned to Sam in amazement. Melanie’s clit was made of gold. It was quite a bit bigger than mine, although it had been completely hidden under her larger hood.

Sam continued, ‘she, like me, has a clitoris-cap fitted. It is semi-permanent but can be removed easily by a Company Executive, such as Dave and Mistress Christine’.

‘And by me’, interjected Brooke, ‘carry on...’, she told Sam.

Sam continued, ‘Although difficult to see, the base of her clit has a tiny platinum ring around it, passing through the top of the labia, sprouting downwards from the base of the clit. The ring is held in place by a pin, piercing the clit vertically and joined to the ring at its top and bottom by studs. The cap is bonded to the ring, completely covering it and the clit. It is shaped exactly like her clit, with the same texture in the metal, so it looks like her clit is gold. The real clit is hidden underneath the cap’.

‘The really clever and devilish part of this little device is in the cap itself, which has an inner perforated sleeve directly touching the clit’s surface at every point. Any pressure on the gold outer cap presses tiny tungsten pins through the perforations and into the clit. Believe me, Melanie doesn’t want anyone touching her clit, and neither do I want anyone touching mine’.

‘I want you to examine it closely, Victoria’, whispered Brooke from behind me.

Melanie heard her and shook her head vigorously. I looked at Sam.

‘Do as you’re told - get in there’, she said sharply. ‘Use this’, and she handed me a magnifying glass!

Sam held her clit hood well away with her fingers, and I held the glass above. Melanie’s magnified gold clit looked huge. I could see everything.

‘Use your fingers too’, said Sam.

Tentatively I grasped the gold cap with finger and thumb under the glass, as Melanie visibly flinched making squealing sounds through the gag. I pulled it outwards slightly stretching the body of her clit, which brought louder protestations. I could see the part of the ring piercing the very top of the inner labia at the bottom end of her clit. It was the only part of it that was visible. None of the clit could be seen.

‘Try and pull it off’, Brooke said, as she prodded my back in encouragement.

I was afraid of hurting Melanie too much, but I didn’t want to provoke Brooke’s fury either, so I pulled hard on the cap, but my finger and thumb slipped off and it snapped back as Melanie bucked on the bench and squealed.

‘See how tough cunts really are?’ laughed Brooke.

‘Yes Miss’, I reluctantly agreed.

‘This is how it’s done’, stated Brooke, reaching out and easily removing the gold cap with her finger and thumb, leaving Melanie’s pierced and ringed clitoris fully exposed.

‘Now you can see her clit properly’, she added.

Sam held the magnifying glass over it so that I could examine every detail. The semi-erect pink clit was held snugly by a shiny delicate round platinum band fitted under the clit’s basal ridge. I could see the tiny studs which fixed the vertical piercing rod to the band at the top and bottom of Melanie’s clit. At the base of the clit the ring pierced the two flaps of labial tissue where they joined the clit.

‘Watch this’, Brooke said. She leant over and teased Melanie’s nipples, then slid two fingers in and out of the woman’s vagina while stroking the clit with her thumb. Melanie slowly responded. ‘Good girl, come on’, Brooke said to her. The stimulation continued for a minute or so. Brooke stopped suddenly and removed her hand.

‘Look’, she told me. Melanie’s clit was enlarged, the ring was barely visible around the swollen nub, and it had turned very dark pink in colour because of the constriction. Its surface was shiny, like a little polished almost purple pearl.

Brooke handed me the clitoris cap to examine. I held the little object between finger and thumb. Sam gave me the glass and I had a good look at it. Its outer surface wasn’t polished, but textured like the surface of the woman’s clit. It was amazing. It was exactly the same shape. It even had two tiny slits at the bottom end which fitted over the top ends of Melanie’s labia minora, where they emerged from her clit. I turned it over to see the inside surface which touched the clit at every point. With the glass I could see several of the perforations which Sam had described, in lines down its centre and both sides. There were three perforations at the base. I counted fifteen in all’.

‘Squeeze it gently’, Brooke told me, and I could see the tips of the pins emerge.

‘They’re very sharp but they don’t stick out far enough to injure the clit, only enough to irritate, and to discourage play. If the clit is erect then the needles are more painful. The girls hate even the lightest touch then. I check their clits regularly to see that they’re in good condition’, she added.

‘If you can get the tip of your little finger in you might be able feel them for yourself’.

I tried and I could feel the pins but the finger wasn’t sensitive enough to be irritated’.

By this time Melanie’s clit was no longer engorged and was a healthy pink colour again. I handed the cap back to Brooke, who squatted to replace it carefully, ensuring that the labial tissues were in the little grooves at its base.

‘There, job done’, she said.

Standing, Brooke announced, ‘That’s enough for this afternoon’.

She turned to me and said, ‘Get your Junior out of her cage’ and let’s get you cleaned up ready for dinner’.

I walked over to where Anne was tightly confined. Her cage was the same size as mine, but as she was much bigger, she was barely able to move inside it.

I undid the latch, and helped to pull her out.

Sam had released Melanie, and we made our way to the elevator. Anne, Melanie and I were told to make our way to our rooms to shower, and we left Brooke and Sam in the Basement.

As we rode up I apologised to Melanie for what I did to her clit.

‘No need to’, she replied, ‘Brooke and Sam do that to me every time we get new residents here, I’m used to it’.

The three of us got out on the first floor and continued the conversation on the landing.

‘How do you manage when you get frustrated?’ asked Anne.

‘That’s easy. Sam didn’t explain that her finger can disable the pins in the clit-cap for up to half an hour or until I orgasm, whichever happens first. She can touch her own any time she likes to request permission off Brooke to play with herself’.

‘But how do you get pleasure just rubbing the gold cap?’ I asked.

‘It’s not straightforward, or at least it wasn’t to begin with. The pin piercing my clit vertically and the ring where it pierces the most sensitive parts of my labia have to be treated with care. The knack is to press on the cover in the right way. I find it best to grip it with finger and thumb, and move it in various ways, as well as pressing on it. It took me a while to learn to orgasm that way, but I can do it easily nowadays, although I can’t get multiple orgasms, of course, unless I request permission again. The really frustrating thing is that I can’t put anything in my cunt, as it’s completely blocked. Mistress Christine removed it a few times since I’ve been here, and I was fucked by her and by several Seniors who have penis Guards, like yours. I expect as you’re a Senior you’ll probably be fucking me some time or another’.

‘I very much doubt it’, I said, ‘you haven’t seen the size of my cock, it’s tiny’.

‘Ah, you’ve got one of those miniature ones because you’re petite. We had another girl here with a baby one last year. I had to give her a blowjob. It was like sucking on a big clit’, Melanie giggled.

I turned to enter my room to find a rectangular plaque on the door with my name printed on it, with the word ‘Senior’ below.

The door was closed, and I didn’t have the code. Melanie noticed,

‘It’s probably open, if you haven’t been given your code yet, unless Brooke locked it when you left. Try it’.

I did and the handle turned and I went in beckoning Anne to follow.

I explained to Anne that her peeing quandary had been resolved, and that she had to ask my permission using the precise words emphasising the word ‘please’ when she was in the House or close to me or another Senior anywhere else, otherwise she could request to pee and or shit as normal with her own finger. She made a face as I explained it to her. She obviously felt it was humiliating to have to ask me every time.

‘I need to pee now, actually, quite urgently, and do the other thing’, she said, looking at me, blushing a little.

‘I’m afraid we’ll have to do it by the book, otherwise we’ll both get punished by Brooke’, I replied.

‘Please Miss may I pee and shit?’ Anne blurted quickly in a monotone.

I looked at her quizzically, ‘You must get it exactly right, else I can’t give permission’.

Anne groaned in frustration, holding her hand over her Guard whilst pressing on it in the vain hope of alleviating her urgency to pee.

I waited, looking at her.

Finally, ‘Please Miss may I pee and shit?’ she pleaded.

I touched her sensor, and told her that she had three minutes if she didn’t want to have to ask again. She rushed to her room to fetch her penis, and moments later I heard her peeing in the wet room. At least that lesson had been learned. When I heard her flush the toilet I joined her and we both took our shower together. She asked me to look at the stripes on her ass which she said stung like hell. I checked the cabinet and found a tub of salve, which I applied to the welts, some of which were quite deep. She flinched and complained as I did it.

She looked at mine and put some on them too, but she said she thought they weren’t as bad. I didn’t contradict her, though I wasn’t so sure.

Gingerly, we both sat down in my room, as we didn’t know what to do next.

‘It’s been a nightmare so far. I hope every day isn’t as bad’, she said. ‘I wish I could put salve on my pussy but I can’t get at it’. She moaned and burst into tears.

Mine too felt sore after the pony ride, and I imagined that my clit was swollen and bruised although I had no way of knowing.

‘I’ll apply some salve when I remove your Guard tomorrow’, I said, trying to comfort her, but she cried even more. ‘I’ll have to wear that fucking penis gag, again, I can’t face it’, she wailed.

‘Look’, I said, ‘it’ll be worse for us both if we don’t put a brave face on it. I’ll put the ring gag on you instead, that might be better. I hated that other gag too; it nearly cracked my jaw when you pushed it in’.

‘And, we’ll be going to work on Monday, which means we won’t be here all day, so I’m looking on the bright side. Life here might not be so bad. At least we’re in the company of others who are going through much the same thing’.

‘You’re ever the optimist, Victoria’, remarked Anne.

‘I suppose I am’, I replied, and I don’t see why you can’t call me ‘Vicky’ when we’re alone together, I hate being called ‘Victoria’.

‘I prefer ‘Vicky’ too’, she said.

I wanted to tell her about the devices Melanie and Sam were fitted with, but I thought it best to wait for another time. She’d been shut in the cage while I’d been examining Melanie’s cunt and clit. The clit cap and piercing was grotesque, I couldn’t imagine trying to play with my clit with a pin right through it and covered with a gold cap.

My bedside phone rang. It was Sam.

‘Get your asses down here to the dining room, fast, if you want to eat’, I heard her say, before the phone was slammed down.

‘Come on’, I said, ‘it’s dinner time’.

We ran down the stairs, Anne hot on my tail, past the sitting room and into the dining room. All the chairs were occupied, except two at the first table. They were obviously for us. Ten women, all wearing steel collars, turned to watch us enter with a certain amount of curiosity. I felt embarrassed being there nearly naked, but then some of them wore nothing at all, not even a Guard.

The two others on our table introduced themselves as soon as we sat down, although I could see their names inscribed on their collars, easily readable across the table.

‘I’m Lisa, and this is Linda, my Junior’, said the older of the two, a redhead, as she pointed at her collar. She must have been in her mid forties. Linda had light brown hair and looked to be about twenty, young enough to be Lisa’s daughter. They both had small tits, and were slim, and the same height too, about five seven, I thought, when they eventually went to help themselves to food from the table at the side. Linda had a stunningly beautiful face, with piercing green eyes.

‘I’m Victoria, and this is Anne, my Junior’, I explained. Lisa looked surprised, raising her eyebrows, at my being the Senior when I looked so much younger than Anne, who had looked away as I said it. I responded by simply shrugging my shoulders with a little gesture of my hands.

‘I can see you’re both wearing Mark IIIs too, said Lisa. We’re on the same landing as we’re all similarly equipped’, she grimaced. ‘We’ll probably see quite a bit of one another, as Seniors on the same landing have to deputise now and again, when the other isn’t available. You’ll have to see to Linda, and I’ll have to see to Anne, I expect’.

I nodded. Brooke had been right when she said that we’d get to see a few women’s intimate parts in the House. I’d already seen two strangers’ cunts in one day. I’d soon be an expert.

Sam stood up.

‘Table 1, Lisa, get started’, she ordered. The four of us rose and filled our plates with the choice of hot and cold dishes available, and went back to our table with the drink of our choice, which was tea, coffee, or mineral water.

‘Nice ass you’ve got there’, Lisa said to Anne, ‘you must have trod on someone’s toes on your first day’.

Anne thought it wiser to say nothing, just nodded and got into her food.

The women on the third table were next. I glanced to try to see what they were wearing. I couldn’t see if they had Guards on but there was something different about them. I was sure I’d find out sooner rather than later.

Sam and Melanie were on the second table, and when the four rose I could see that they were all naked. I saw all four slits clearly as they walked passed me to the food table, so I surmised that the other two were also fitted with the vaginal and pee-hole plugs, as well as the golden clit caps.

As we were tucking into our food, Linda stood, and turning to Lisa, said loudly enough for all to hear, ‘Please Miss may I pee?’ Lisa nodded, and touched Linda’s Guard. Linda hurried off in a rush and was back, seated, in less than five minutes, looking a little flushed.

‘How long have you been living here’, I asked Lisa.

‘I’ve been here a year’ said Linda, ‘I’ve been with Lisa for three months, after Alison, my previous Senior left’.

Lisa continued, ‘I’m a financial analyst. I came from another House, because I was offered a promotion and moved to this city. I was allowed to accept because the Company has this facility here, otherwise I would have had to stay there. Once you’ve moved into a House you’re in one or another for the duration.’

Sam stood once again.

‘Inspection will be at seven, exercise schedule in the attic from eight till nine, followed by recreation time until lights out at ten. Victoria and Anne remain behind. Dismissed’.

‘It’s like an approved school for delinquents’, whispered Anne, as we remained seated while the other ten unclothed women filed out. I nodded my agreement.

Sam came over. She didn’t look pleased.

‘Don’t sit, ever, when you’re with me, unless I tell you’, she said coldly.

We stood, with Sam towering more than a foot taller than me, even though she was barefoot as was I.

Mistress Christine has confirmed Miss Brooke’s request for the reversal of seniority.

Anne’s face fell on hearing the news.

‘Return to your rooms. You’ll find the key codes to the doors on your bedside tables, with the key to the front door. Destroy the slips of paper immediately you’ve noted the numbers as they are unique to you. Keep the key safe. Make sure your room is clean and tidy’.

Turning to Anne she said, ‘Wash down the wet room, clean the toilet and ensure the cabinet is tidy’. Miss Brooke will be along to inspect you and your rooms. Be in kneeling readiness by seven. Run along’.

We ran up the stairs, quite glad that we lived on the first floor, and no higher. Only twenty minutes remained and there was no time to be lost. In my room I memorised the numbers, put the key safely in my purse, and flushed the paper away as ordered. I checked the drawers, the wardrobe and the bed, pulling the bed sheet tight, and straightening the pillows. I was glad the House was warm, as I’d be sleeping naked without a cover for the first time in my life.

I walked into the wet room to find Anne wiping down the tiles and floor. I waited for her to finish and to tidy the cabinet. As it was nearly seven I watched her kneel facing the door, and I returned to my room to adopt the same position, awaiting the fiery young woman, Brooke.

Evidently Brooke was in no hurry. I had no way of knowing the time, but it was another half an hour at least before she arrived, giving me a cursory, almost dismissive glance. She checked the drawers and the robe, told me to stand legs parted. She smelled my armpits, ran her fingers over my groin, as I stood to attention with hands clasped behind my neck.

‘When did you shave last?’

‘Yesterday morning Miss’, I responded.

‘I want it clean, no stubble, every day, clear?’

‘Yes Miss’.

She checked the stripes on my ass, running her fingers and nails over them lightly, testing to see how sore I was. At one point I pulled away slightly as she did it.

‘Stand perfectly still woman, or you’ll have some more personal decorations before you get to bed’.

I didn’t move as she did it again.

‘Follow’, she said as she sauntered into the wet room, checking the walls and the floors with her fingers, looking closely at some of the tiles, and into the toilet bowl. She looked at the items neatly arranged on the cabinet shelves, before walking through the open door to the kneeling lawyer nervously awaiting her.

Anne was shaking a little as she approached. Brooke merely walked past her, checked the well-filled robe and the drawers. She picked up one or two of Anne’s more exotic and expensive items of lingerie, one of which was a negligee.

‘You won’t be needing this, will you?’Brooke said, holding the garment up with a disdainful expression on her face, dropping it on the floor as if it was contaminated.

‘No.. Miss...’ Anne said trembling.

‘Put it in the trash in the morning with anything else you don’t need. I don’t want to find it here tomorrow’.

She made Anne stand as I had done. In her heels Brooke was only a little shorter than the older woman. She cupped Anne’s slightly sagging boobs in her hands, as if weighing them, and they were her personal property.

‘Your left tit is bigger and droops more than the other’, Brooke commented, ‘I might see if we can do something about that’.

She moved her hands to Anne’s nipples, which weren’t small, taking them both between fingers and thumbs, alternately squeezing and stretching. Amazingly they stiffened under the girl’s touch. Brooke then tried pinching them with her nails, while intently watching Anne’s reaction, as she tried hard not to move, or wince. Brooke walked around her and inspected her ass.

‘Nice, very nice, sore?’

‘Yes, very, Miss’, Anne muttered.

‘You’ve both passed my inspection, you’ll be pleased to know. Trot off to the attic now, your exercise schedules await you there. Take your penises with you, as you might need them. When you’ve finished, come back here for the rest of the night. I want to have a word with you’.

Gathering our cocks we ran up the three flights of stairs, Anne in the lead, reaching the attic first. The door was open, and we found several women exercising there already.

We found our typed instructions on a little desk by the door. We were both to be weighed and measured. The process was automatic, the equipment identifying us, while giving verbal instructions at intervals. Measurements were carried out by laser scanning and I could see the results flashed on the monitor screen as Anne underwent the procedure first. Height, weight, body mass index, diameter of aureoles, distance between nipples, and a host of others flashed on the screen beside the machine. A voice told Anne to stick her tongue out as far as she could. It even measured that. The Company would know all there was to know about us.

The exercise schedule wasn’t that strenuous or taxing, but I didn’t have time to talk to the other women, as they were engrossed in more exacting exercises. Anne took a little longer, so I waited for her, before hurrying down the stairs together.

It was relaxation time, so I turned on the TV and lay on my bed. I heard knocking at the wet room door. I called for Anne to come in, but the knocking continued. When I got up and opened the door, Anne explained that she couldn’t open it. I wondered if I could open hers and found I could. It seemed that Seniors could enter their Juniors’ rooms but not vice versa.

‘I came through because I felt lonely’, she said, ‘can I stay in your room until lights out?’

‘Of course you may’, I told her, giving her a hug, being careful to not touch the welts.

So, two naked women, strangers until that morning, with a fourteen year age gap, lay uncovered on the bed watching a TV drama together. Anne snuggled up against me. She was desperately in need of a friend.

Brooke arrived at about 9.45, with a smile on her face. She was carrying a crop. Anne flinched.

‘Ah, friends together eh?’ giving us an evil smile.

We both hurried off the bed and proceeded to kneel.

‘Stay’, she ordered, holding her hand palm towards us. She seemed to think we were puppies.

Brooke put the crop down on the chest of drawers.

‘I want to make sure that you’re settled in and properly introduced. I can see that you’re friends already’.

‘Are you both happy here?’

‘Yes Miss’, we answered in tandem.

‘Fetch your cock’, she snapped at Anne, and, ‘get yours too’.

I reached for my purse on the bedside table, taking the little penis out of its case.

Anne hurried off and was back in moments, large penis in hand.

Brooke turned the armchair, moving it until it faced the bed, up close, and sat in it, reaching for the crop, which she placed on her knees.

She looked at me, ‘Stand here’, pointing to the floor in front of her. I complied. She touched my Guard and removed it.

‘Get back on the bed’.

To Anne standing on the other side of the bed, ‘Here, quickly, give me that dick’. Anne ran round and handed it to her. Brooke touched her sensor, and pushed the penis into her Guard.

I sensed what was coming next.

Brooke adjusted something on what I thought was her wristwatch.

‘On your back Victoria, legs wide, hold your ankles’. I got quickly into position as I was supple and had no problem doing it, although it was a bit of a strain after a while, besides being humiliating.

‘Ok bitch, she’s waiting for you, tongue fuck like you’ve never done before, otherwise I’ll use this on your tits, so you won’t be able to sleep on your back or front for a week’.

Anne’s tongue was in my slit in an instant, darting in and out like a woodpecker’s beak’.

I’d felt my clit itching soon after Brooke sat down, and I suspected that she’d initiated my arousal. My clit no longer felt sore – it wanted to be rubbed. I wondered if she’d done the same to Anne. She watched the older woman trying her hardest to please her.

Brooke crossed her legs whilst holding the crop in her right hand. She could just reach Anne’s ass with the tip of it. Anne had got me excited that morning on the bench, and the itch in my clit was building up rapidly as her tongue reached up into my vagina.

‘Clit’, said Brooke, in a cursory manner.

I nearly exploded as Anne’s tongue leapt onto my little bud and flicked and lapped away at it. Just when I thought my orgasm was inevitable I heard the dreaded...

‘Off’, said in an equally offhand way.

Anne obeyed instantly. Brooke had total control of the woman. She’d achieved command of a wealthy professionally trained lawyer, more than twice her age, in just one day. I nearly exploded with frustration, and it was all I could do to not rage at Brooke. That would have been a disaster for me, when I remembered the events in the Basement earlier.

‘Tongue fuck’

Anne recommenced at a furious rate.

‘Spread her cunt, lick all over, keep off the clit’.

Anne’s hands spread my lips wide. She licked all over my cleft increasing my arousal tenfold, whilst studiously avoiding the nubbin at the top. One touch on it and I would have erupted.

‘Out and off slut’

Anne backed off, but was ready to start again on Brooke’s command. I could feel her tensing for it.

‘Right, the pair of you, soixante neuf  time. Get over this side of the bed next to me. Slut, on your back, tongue fuck, keep off her clit. You, all fours over her face, suck her pecker really good. Move it’, Brooke ordered.

Anne got on her back, and I straddled her face with my cleft. Her cock was fully erect. She was highly aroused. I felt her tongue enter. It felt different at that angle, with her chin brushing my clit and hood, as she struggled to get it in as far as possible. I took hold of the cock, licked its tip, and slowly slid it into my mouth. I’d never sucked one as large as this. My teen boyfriend’s had been smaller. Anne’s felt and tasted like a real penis. She raised her hips trying to push it further into my mouth. It was longer by far than the penis gag.

I felt Brooke’s crop tap my ass, then the back of my head, firmly, ‘Get down on it, now!’

I redoubled my efforts as my body was at her mercy. Anne’s tongue was working away furiously. I pushed my head down until her cock reached the back of my mouth. I wasn’t aware that I was pushing my vagina against Anne’s face trying to get her onto my clit, but her tongue stayed on target inside as far as it could go.

‘Clit’, I heard Brooke say to Anne, as her tongue moved down on to it. It was heaven. I thrust my head right down to the base of the cock, and it went down my throat before I’d realised it. I was off it before I gagged. As her tongue flicked my clit and I got more excited, I repeatedly mouth-fucked that dick as fast as I could. She was humping me back, liable to shoot a load down my throat any second.

‘Stop!’

Anne stopped before I did, as I slowly raised my head.

‘That was good, for starters’, Brooke exclaimed, ‘I enjoyed watching’.

‘Ok, get into position and doggy fuck’.

I hesitated, unable to think clearly, until the crop brought me back to reality with a moderate slash on my buttocks.

I got off Anne, got onto all fours, presenting my rear to her. Anne gripped my hips and thrust the penis into my very wet vagina up to its hilt. It was arousing, but did nothing for my clit. She was getting very excited, panting away and making moaning noises. I needed my clit rubbed, so I held myself up with only one arm, and moved my right hand down to my slit. As my fingers approached my clitoris, a sharp sting shot right up its stem, and I withdrew very quickly. In my excitement I’d forgotten that it was out of bounds to me.

‘Stop .. Out’, called Brooke. Anne withdrew. I could sense her frustration.

‘You got carried away there, Victoria. It gives a nasty sting, doesn’t it?’

‘Yes Miss’, I replied dismally.

‘Both of you, here’, she pointed to her feet again. We jumped to it.

‘Aroused?’

‘Yes Miss’.

‘Victoria, replace the Guard and fit your penis’. As I did so, Brooke removed Anne’s device with the cock still attached’.

Pointing to me, ‘Get on your back. Slut, sit beside her and jerk her off with your finger and thumb’.

I lay back, while Anne pinched my ridiculously small penis and worked the foreskin up and down, with a look of deep concentration on her face.

‘Do it more smoothly, more flow dear’, exclaimed Brooke who had leaned closer to watch.

My clit was still itching like mad, and Anne was getting me aroused through the penis too.

‘I find that the funniest thing’, said Brooke, ‘when I was at the orphanage the boys wanted to play with me, and they wanted me to play with their cocks. They had small ones like that. It was fun’.

I looked at Anne. The expression on her face at Brooke’s revelation had to be seen to be believed. I rolled my eyes. Fortunately Brooke was too engrossed to notice. I think she could have watched Anne doing it all night.

‘I want to do it now, get off it, slut’. Brooke pushed Anne’s hand away, as she leaned forward to play with the little cock. She pulled, stretched, squeezed and pinched it, even slapped it back and forth because it was fully erect at nearly three inches, but only about half an inch thick.

‘Suck it, now, bitch’.

Anne bent forward and slipped the little thing into her mouth, rolling her tongue repeatedly around it. That was arousing too, but a little frustrating.

‘Ok slut, on your back here, wrists to ankles, and you get in front of her’.

Anne lay on her back at the edge of the bed next to Brooke, bent her knees bringing her feet up in the air. She finally managed to grab her ankles, opening her legs a little, and spreading her vagina before me, as I knelt facing her.

Brooke removed my Guard, tossed it onto the bed, and looked at me. ‘This is your first time, Victoria, you will always remember this moment. I want you to do me proud’.

‘Start by spreading slut’s slit wide, so that you can see everything’. I complied. I’d seen it all that morning.

Anne’s clit was erect, sticking out a little from its hood. It was pinker than it had been earlier. She was very wet too, and was looking up at me intently through her legs.

Brooke noticed me looking at the clit.

‘She’s got a little hard on now, hasn’t she?’

‘Yes Miss’

‘Get your face really close. Pull her hood back so that you can see it properly’.

I edged as close as I could, keeping it in focus, exposing Anne’s entire throbbing bud with my fingers.

Brooke continued, ‘I want you to describe to me what a divorced forty-one year old lawyer’s clitoris looks and feels like. Take your time, observe carefully and give me a detailed and accurate description of it’.

‘It’s very pink, and’, holding my little finger nail next to it, ‘about the size of my little finger nail... half an inch long, and a bit narrower in width... it has a tiny ridge around its base, and it’s a bit pointy down its centre’.

I felt it with my finger, moving it side to side, as Anne’s eyes met mine.

‘It’s harder than it was this morning, I can only see the tip but I can feel something which goes inside her some way’.

‘That’s an excellent description, Victoria, well done’. Brooke gave a little clap.

‘When I’ve finished explaining, I want you to put the tip of your tongue at the very bottom of her slit, nearest her asshole, and move it slowly upwards whilst pushing it as far in as you can at every point of its journey to the tip of Anne’s clitoris. Keep her stretched open while you’re doing it. I’ll be watching the tip of your tongue closely, so get it right first time. Clear?’

‘Yes Miss’

‘Do it’.

I lowered my head right down towards Anne’s cunt stretching my tongue out as far as I could, till it hurt. Brooke moved her head closer to watch from the side. The tip of my tongue touched another woman’s sex for the very first time. Slowly I moved it upwards, slipping it into her vagina, as the tip of my nose came into contact with her clit. I could taste her musk. It was an interesting experience, made easier by the fact that I had no control over what I had to do.

I couldn’t push my tongue in any further as I continued to bring it upwards and out of her hole, where the flesh was firmer. As I moved upwards, it became softer again, and the tip went a little further in.

‘Stop there and hold’, said Brooke ‘your tongue is in slut’s little pee-hole’.

I noted that it didn’t taste any different.

‘Keep going’ she said.

The tip reached the inverted ‘V’ of her labia where they meet the clitoris. I could feel Anne quivering as it moved towards it. Finally my tongue arrived on its very tip where I awaited further instructions from the little dominant who was watching my every move.

‘Lap away’, she said brightly.

I found myself licking this semi-stranger’s clit as avidly as I could. Had anyone told me four years previously that I would be doing such things I would have thought them crazy. I had never been attracted to women. I sensed Anne was reaching a pitch of arousal’.

I concentrated really hard, as the bud tried to slip this way and that from under my tongue. I flicked side to side, top to bottom, and round and round, this way, then the other. Suddenly this little piece of a woman’s flesh became the centre of my universe. I was determined to bring her to a massive climax.

‘Off... tongue fuck’, Brooke ordered.

I obeyed instantly, as Anne expressed her frustration with a groan, my tongue slipping quickly into her dark recess, darting in and out as rapidly and as far as I could. I seemed to be doing it forever.

‘Stop! Soixante neuf, slut on top, wait for my order’, commanded Brooke

Anne got on top of me, and I found her striped ass straddling my face. We waited.

‘Get in there, both of you, tongue fuck first’

Brooke lifted my head by the hair and pushed a pillow under it so that Anne’s cunt was right in front of my mouth and my nose was by her asshole. I drove my tongue in and I felt hers in my much smaller slit. I found myself tonguing in unison with her.

Next came ‘Clits!’

We both licked and flicked in a frenzy. I was perilously close to coming. I couldn’t tell how Anne was feeling but she was grinding her sex against my face. I was half-suffocated, but all I could feel was my clit and the treatment it was getting.

‘Slowly now, girls’, don’t orgasm until I give you permission.

I slowed my efforts gently flicking her clit back and forth. I felt her reciprocating on mine. Part of my mind was listening for the vital instructions.

‘Faster’

I quickened the pace as I felt Anne moving up a gear as well.

I wouldn’t be able to stop myself coming if it carried on much longer.

I heard Brooke say, ‘Counting down from Ten. On Three, I wanna see rapid clit flicking, and on ONE, you both come. If you don’t come at the same time, I’m going to crop your asses and your tits tonight’.

‘Ten... Nine’

‘Five....’

‘Four....’

‘THREE’, Brooke raised her pitch. I felt Anne’s tongue flicking my clit like mad as mine went to work on hers.

‘TWO....’

‘ONE, COME!’ shouted Brooke.

On the command, I instantly exploded with the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced, unable to control the noises I was making. Simultaneously, I felt Anne shudder as if she’d had a huge electric shock. My face had jerked away from her cunt as I came. My mouth and eyes were wide open. Without warning, as she shuddered and flexed in her climax, Anne squirted violently gushing several times, flooding over my face, eyes, into my mouth and up my nose. My hair was soaked. I’d never smelled or tasted anything like it.

‘That was really cool. Better than TV, don’t you think?’ Brooke added, though I barely heard her.

She ordered us both off the bed, got us to put our Guards on without the penises.

It’s nearly ten o’clock, lights out time. Victoria, rinse off under the shower and dry your hair. Anne, change the sheet and the pillow case, they’re in the linen cupboard on the landing. Both of you are to sleep in Victoria’s bed tonight.

In less than ten minutes, Anne and I were lying alongside each other in the dark. We were sore and aching all over after a traumatic and unbelievable day. I told her that the pain in my clit after the pony ride had dissipated during the session. She said that her’s had too. Now we were sore and aching all over after a traumatic and unbelievable day.

Yet I felt a wonderful calmness wash over me after a tremendous orgasm. I wondered what the next day would bring, as Anne held me close, and I nestled against her neck. We ran our hands over each other’s bodies gently. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this’, she whispered. ‘Neither can I’, I whispered back.  She brought her face down and gently kissed me on the lips. I felt her tongue probing. We hugged each other tighter. Good night Vicky’ she said. ‘Sweet dreams, Anne’, I answered.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought that together we’d make it.

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