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MISTRESS STEPHANIE
“And how did you become a dominatrix?” Mistress Eve asked Mistress Stephanie.
“It was almost by accident,” Stephanie answered. “I got started at a Halloween party.”
“That sounds interesting.”
“I was a dominatrix that year,” Stephanie said, then she paused, “Actually I was a dominatrix for several years.”
Eve groaned at the old joke. The Barbies giggled.
“I worked in a large office with a lot of girls,” Stephanie went on. “Among them was a clique of five or six girls who were very pretty and very nasty to anyone they didn’t like. They could be very cruel when they decided to gang up on some girl. I stayed to myself and wasn’t one of their victims but I didn’t like them very much.
“Every year one of the bachelors in the office threw a large costume party at Halloween. He had a lot of money and lived in a large, beautiful house. The parties were known to be a lot of fun, and everyone wanted to be invited. They had started out simply enough, but over time they got wilder and the costumes became sexier and skimpier, especially among the girls. Weeks before Halloween they would start looking through catalogues for their costumes.”
“Yes, I’ve seen those catalogues,” Eve said. “Costumes of Little Red Riding Hood or Alice In Wonderland with short skirts and low bodices.”
“That’s it,” Stephanie affirmed. “The girls would spend hours giggling over the selections and arguing over who had seen which one first. The two leaders of the clique were Andrina and Jessie, a pair of first class bitches. Andrina was tall and skinny, and had a pretty face if you could over look the disdainful expression she constantly wore. Jessie was prettier and rather full figured, but just as mean spirited. The two of them seemed to feed off of each other, especially when they took a dislike to someone and decided to spread rumors about them.
“They usually reserved their subtle attacks for women, but they loved to tease the men too. They would flirt outrageously with a man for weeks, especially with a new guy, then dump him flat.”
“Why didn’t the company do something about them?” Eve asked.
“They were good at flattering supervisors,” Stephanie answered. “Jessie dated a department manager off and on, just enough to keep him wrapped around her finger, and Andrina was pals with our department supervisor.”
“Did she sleep with him?”
“The supervisor was a woman, and she was married, but she was insecure and knew that she wasn’t qualified for the job, Andrina flattered her and reassured her so the supervisor wouldn’t listen to any complaints about her, Jessica, or any of their friends. A lot of good people quit their jobs over the years due to the conditions in the department.”
“Did you decide to do something about it?” Eve asked.
“No, they left me alone, probably because I corned Andrina in the ladies room and told her I’d rip her hair out by the roots if she ever tried her tricks on me, job or no job.”
“Why did you do that?”
“I was new and a few months after I started they decided to start a nasty rumor about me. I met Andrina coming out of the rest room, grabbed her arm and jerked her back inside and told her off. She was terrified and I was never bothered by them again. A few years later I made her my sex slave.”
“Wow, Tell me.”
“I was planning to go to the costume party, and decided to dress sexy. I had just started dating a new guy and I wanted to show him off.”
“Was he cute?”
“He wasn’t just cute,” Stephanie replied. “He was downright handsome. He was big and tough and rugged, and worked in a steel mill.”
“A steel worker?”
“He started in the mill, but went to college and got a degree then came back and worked in management, but he never lost those muscles.”
“Hmm.”
“Anyway, I looked through the costume catalogues and didn’t see anything I liked that hadn’t already been picked by someone else. The only thing I would have worn was a Devil Girl dominatrix costume and it looked cheap. I went to a couple of costume stores but their things were just as bad, so I went to a real fetish shop.”
“And let me guess, you were converted the moment you set foot in the place?”
“No I wasn’t,” Stephanie laughed. “But I was impressed by the outfits. I tried a few on and asked if I could rent one for Halloween. Unfortunately they didn’t rent them and they didn’t accept returns, but the man told me that if I brought them back in good condition he would give me a partial refund. So I bought a set.”
“What did it look like?”
“I bought an outfit that was copied from a Betty Page magazine,” Stephanie said. “Beginning with a Betty Page wig, then a white see through blouse, leather mini skirt, net stockings and high heeled knee boots with spurs, finished off with short black gloves, a collar and a mask.”
“I’ve seen you in that,” Eve said. “You look fantastic.”
“Thank you.”
“Go, tell me more,” Eve said.
“The night of the party I was dressed and ready to go and my boyfriend stood me up,” Stephanie said. “He called me an hour late and he was drunk. He told me he was out with his buddies and wouldn’t make it home for a long time. I was furious. I slammed the phone down and went to the party by myself. It was snowing and the streets were getting bad but I didn’t care. When I got to the party the house was almost empty. The weather service had issued a storm warning and most people stayed home.”
“Where did you live?”
“Buffalo New York.”
“And you went out in a blizzard?” Eve asked.
“I didn’t know about the warnings,” Stephanie answered. “I hadn’t turned on my television.”
“Ok.”
“There were only about twenty people at the party, and no one recognized me in my wig and mask,” Stephanie said. “I was still furious at my boyfriend and I started drinking the minute I walked in.”
“What was the reaction to your costume?”
“I was so angry that I honestly didn’t pay any attention,” Stephanie said. “And I think I frightened everyone.”
“Which of course made you absolutely irresistible to the men,” Eve observed.
“Yes, I think so,” Stephanie said. “Anyway, I didn’t even speak to anyone for half an hour. Every time someone tried to talk to me I just glared at them and they backed away.”
“I’ve noticed that you seem to have perfected that look over the years,” Eve laughed. “You still frighten slaves with that glare.”
Stephanie chuckled. “After my second margarita I began to calm down and mingle. It was snowing hard by then and it was obvious that no one else was coming, and the girls outnumbered the men, so the competition was fierce.”
“How did you do?”
“I wasn’t even trying,” Stephanie said. “I wasn’t interested in attracting a man, but I was enjoying myself watching the show. I spotted Jessie in a naughty farm girl costume. She was competing with another woman for a man, and Andrina was dressed like a sexy Snow White. She was literally trying to elbow another woman away from our host. Unfortunately he was looking at me.”
“Unfortunate for whom?”
“Andrina. He came over to me and offered to show me around the house. His name was Ted and he was eyeing my costume so I told him that I’d like to see his dungeon, if he had one. He laughed and asked what I’d do if he did own a dungeon.”
“What was his costume?”
“He was Zorro, and he looked good, with skin tight riding pants, boots and a black silk shirt open down the front.”
“Cape and everything?”
“Yes, and he even wore a sword.”
“He sounds very macho,” Eve murmured.
“I was half way through my third margarita,” Stephanie said. “So I poked him in the chest and told him that I’d tie him to the rack and teach him respect for ladies. He grinned and said that he was very respectful, but he was always ready to learn new things.
“Show the way,’ I ordered. We walked away and I got a look at Andrina’s face. Her mouth was open in indignation.
“Ted took me to the basement, stood in the middle and opened him arms. ‘Here it is,’ he said. ‘The closest thing I’ve got to a dungeon.’ I think I surprised him when I dragged him to a post and told him to cross his wrists behind it and to stand still, then I went hunting for something to tie him up with.”
“And he stood there?”
“He didn’t budge.”
“Oh my.”
“I found some rope and tied his wrists,” Stephanie said. “Then I kissed him.”
“My, my, my,” breathed Eve. “When did you start whipping him?”
“I didn’t whip him,” Stephanie said. “I didn’t intend to, after all, I wasn’t a real dominatrix, I was only wearing a costume at that point.” She paused. “But it was fun having him helpless.”
“Go on.”
“I opened his shirt and was playing with his chest while I nibbled his mouth. I didn’t have to look to know that he had a terrific erection, so I slid my hand toward his stomach. He strained so much that the ropes broke and he grabbed me and pulled me close in his arms. That’s when I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he had an erection.”
Mistress Eve laughed.
“I pushed him back and told him that unless he put his hands behind that pole and let me tie them again I was going to walk out. You can guess what he did.”
“Oh, I’ve good a pretty good idea,” Eve laughed.
“I found a better rope and this time I tied him very tight, and I tied his ankles to the pole and wrapped more rope around his waist. When I finished he couldn’t move and my panties were soaked.”
“Just from tying him?
“Yes. Tying those knots turned me on.”
“I can understand that.”
“When I finished tying him I was going to take his pants off,” Stephanie said. “But Andrina walked in.”
“Spoilsport.”
“The instant I saw her I flashed white hot,” Stephanie said. “How dare she intrude? I charged toward her and she took off running. Those skinny legs of hers weren’t very fast and I caught her easily. I grabbed her by the hair, twisted her arm behind her back and marched her back to Zorro. His eyes were huge as I forced her to kneel, then tied her hands behind her back. Her costume had come open exposing her boobs. She was whimpering but she didn’t scream”.
“Were they nice?”
“Nice enough, but small,” Stephanie shrugged, “But her nipples were hard as rocks.”
“From fear or excitement?”
“I didn’t care. I yanked Ted’s pants down and a very large penis came into view. Ted groaned and Andrina gasped, and I shoved her face against it.”
“Wow, way to go Steph,” Eve giggled. “How large was it?”
“I was the biggest I’ve ever seen,” Stephanie answered. “Bigger that that horse slave that spent a week here.”
“Do you mean Big Boy? Bigger than him?”
“Precisely.”
“You must be kidding.”
“Nope. Ted is bigger.”
Number Four let out a long slow sigh.
Eve sat open mouthed for a minute. “Then what?” she whispered.
“I put my mouth at Andrina’s ear and I hissed at her that if she didn’t get her mouth over that cock I was going to pinch her nipples off her tiny little boobs. I emphasized it by pinching one of them. She opened her mouth and began sucking for all she was worth.”
“That is fantastic!”
“I kept a firm grip on her hair and wouldn’t let Ted come for a long time. When he got close I’d pull her back. She whimpered at the pain in her nipples, but she looked up at me eagerly each time I eased up. I’d wait until Zorro’s breathing got normal, then I’d shove her face forward. She kept her mouth wide open all the time. I think I kept him going for at least an hour. Finally I let him come. He roared like a bull elephant and spurted all over her face, then he collapsed against the post.”
“What did she do?”
“She looked at me with a tiny, hesitant smile. I asked if she had enjoyed herself and she nodded. That made me angry again, so I pinched her nipple and asked if she liked that too.”
“And I’ll bet she did,” said Eve.
“Tears came to her eyes and she gritted her teeth, but she nodded again. And I suddenly realized what a thrill it was to have power over people. I felt such a rush of excitement through my pussy that my legs almost gave out. I had to kneel for a few moments.”
“Welcome to the club.”
“Thank you.”
“What about your prisoners? What you do with them?”
“I untied Ted and ordered him to do up his clothes, then I ordered Andrina to kneel against the post and I tied her to it. She didn’t resist and when I stood up, she smiled up at me, then looked straight at my skirt.”
“Ah ha, hidden lesbian tendencies?”
“Yep.”
“What did you do?”
“I walked out with Ted, arm in arm. He looked back at Andrina, then at me.
“If you want, you can go back and make her do it again,’ I told him, ‘And bring the others with you.”
“I’d rather have you,’ he said. Then he grabbed me in his arms and kissed me. Andrina watched with absolute dismay as I pressed myself against him. We held each other close for a long time, and then he asked who I was. I thought he knew. I thought that everyone had recognized me, but it turned out that no one had.
“I wouldn’t tell him my name so he tried to take my mask off. I slapped his hand away, then slapped his face hard. I told him if he tried that again, the next time I tied him to a post it wouldn’t be so pleasant.”
“What did he say?”
“He grinned and said: “Tell me what you would do to me.”
“Did you?”
“Yes, we walked upstairs and he brought us drinks. We went off to a quiet corner and I talked dirty to him. I told him how I would torture him if he made me angry enough.”
“Did you know how to torture men?”
“Heavens no, I was making it up.”
“Then what happened?”
“He got very horny again, and asked me to go to bed with him.”
“Did you?”
“I was very tempted, but I liked being the mystery woman, and I couldn’t maintain that in bed, so I turned him down.”
“Yes, it’s hard to keep a mask on while you’re wrestling between the sheets.”
“Yes, and beside, I still had a faint shadow of faithfulness to my boyfriend. So I reminded Ted that Snow White was still tied up in the basement. He said that she didn’t matter and that he would much rather have me, but I just shook my head. He stood up, bowed to me and went back downstairs. I finished my drink and drove home.”
“Did anyone else avail themselves of your prisoner that night?”
“No, Zorro was the only one, but he visited her three times in all before he untied her.”
“Hmm, he sounds like quite a man.”
“He likes to keep fit and healthy.”
“Big Boy was very healthy,” Eve told her.
“Yes, and I heard that you wore him out.”
“Well, Karen had a hand in that too.”
“The party was on a Friday night,” Stephanie said. “Andrina was very quiet at work on Monday. Jessie asked what had happened to her, why she had disappeared during the party. Andrina managed a weak smile and hinted that she had gone off with one of the men for a while. Jessie accepted this because the party had degenerated into an orgy after I left.
“There was a lot of talk about Betty Page and everyone wondered who she could have been. Even Ted was unable to answer their questions, in fact, he went around asking every woman if she was the one. When he got to me I pretended to be very innocent and told him that I’d stayed home because of the storm. He believed me and no one connected me to the mystery woman.”
“And obviously you didn’t return the clothes to the store.”
“Nope, I still have them. My first dominance outfit.”
“What about Andrina?” Eve asked.
“I watched her for the next few weeks,” Stephanie said. “She seemed very nervous and watched all of the other women in the office very closely. I knew that she was trying to figure out which one of us had tied her up. She struck up conversations with each one of us, even the ones that her clique normally ignored. She was ever so nice and always tried to get the conversation around to the party. She was very transparent. She was even nice to me and invited me to the coffee shop. She tried to be friendly, but I just smiled at her blandly and reminded her that I hadn’t been at the party. The longer she searched, the more nervous she got.”
“One day Ted stopped by Andrina’s desk. She perked up when he spoke to her but as I watched the look on her face fade into disappointment. She was hoping he wanted a repeat of her performance at the party but he was asking if she knew who the mystery woman was who’d tied them up.”
“Did she want to get with you or him?” Eva asked.
“Both probably,” Stephanie answered. “Ted was quite a catch and I’ll bet that she would have done anything to get with him on a permanent basis, but I think that her lesbian tendencies were raging inside her too. I had the feeling that they got hotter after Ted ignored her. I let her wait before I called her.”
“Ooh, you are cruel,” Eve giggled.
“I’m paid to be,” Stephanie said. “That’s why I’m here.”
“Lucky thing it comes naturally.”
Stephanie threw a handful of grass at her.
“How long did you keep her waiting?” Eve asked, brushing grass out of her hair.
“Three weeks, then I called her at home. I disguised my voice and when she answered I said: “Are you ready to have your nipples pinched again?”
“There was dead silence for at least two minutes, then she said: “Yes Ma am.”
“I told her to be waiting for me on the street in a real crummy part of town, and to dress like a hooker. There was another long pause, then she agreed.
“I drove to the area and rented a motel room, then I put on my costume, including my mask, and waited for Andrina to arrive. She showed up dressed like a whore in a mini skirt and a tight tee shirt, and she looked the part to a tee. She stood across the street from the motel and looked anxiously around. A few men looked her over and a couple of real hookers were glaring at her. I let her wait half an hour, then I walked out ala Betty.
People were already looking at Andrina, but traffic stopped when they saw me. She smiled hesitantly when I approached but I didn’t speak, I just grabbed her by the back of her neck and marched her to the motel. Guys were yelling and whistling and car horns were honking but I ignored them.
“Inside the room I slapped Andrina across the face. She winced, then smiled at me. I ordered her to strip and she was naked in a split second. I’d had sex with a couple of girls in my life, especially my roommate in college, but Andrina was so skinny and pale that I wasn’t attracted to her at all, besides, I didn’t like her.”
“What was your intention?” Eve asked.
“To torment her the same way she’d tormented people at work.”
“Good idea.”
“When she was naked I made her walk up and down the room and display herself to me. She was shaking slightly, but she obeyed. Then I told her to sit in the chair and spread her legs as wide as she could. She blushed but did as I told her. I had her lay on the bed and spread herself, stick her bottom into the air, and finally put her fingers inside her pussy.”
“She didn’t object?”
“No way, the filthy slut was enjoying herself. She even asked if I was going to tie her up.”
“I suppose you did?”
“Yes, after making her show herself I wasn’t sure what to do. I hadn’t really thought it out and I was secretly glad she’d reminded me to tie her. I had some rope but hadn’t brought enough. I tied her hands behind her back and her ankles together and that used up all the rope, so I told her to lie quietly on the bed and I walked down to a corner bodega and bought several coils of clothes line. I got almost half a block before I remembered to take my mask off.”
“I can only imagine what the clerk thought,” Eve laughed.
“He wasn’t the only one with ideas,” Stephanie said. ‘A shifty looking pimp started toward me but I stared him down. He did an about face and returned to his corner. When I left the store I heard him tell his buddies that that I couldn’t be a real whore, I had to be a police woman.” I ignored him.
“When I got to the room Andrina was writhing softly on the bed. I used the new rope to tie her very tightly. She was moaning softly when I finished.”
“Then what?”
“I didn’t know what to do, so I rolled her onto her back and pinched her nipples.”
“Good, good, what else?
“Just that for a while. I pinched her nipples for about an hour,” Stephanie said. “She liked it and she hated it and she squirmed and moaned and begged me to stop, then begged me to do it again.
“After a while I switched to her crotch and pinched her pussy and the tops of her legs. I got the same response from her. She loved it and she hated it so I dug my nails into her skin.”
“Did she have an orgasm?”
“Nope. I wasn’t about to let her have one. After I pinched her crotch I rolled her onto her stomach and went to work on her butt. She was a shuddering, weeping little lady when I finally let up.”
“Then what? Did you make her eat your pussy?” asked Eve.
“I had intended to,” Stephanie said. “But I took such a dislike to her that I didn’t want her tongue touching me, so I spanked her very, very hard.”
“Excellent.”
“She didn’t like that and began to cry. I didn’t care that she was crying but I didn’t want the noise to attract attention so I gagged her.”
“What with?”
“Her own panties.”
“Whoa, Steph!” Eve gasped in admiration. “That is too wicked.”
“Yeah, well they weren’t big enough to shut her up so I took mine off and stuffed them in her mouth too. Then I went to a paddle.”
“What kind of paddle?”
“A plain old ping pong paddle, but it was enough to blister her scrawny bottom. She was shrieking so loud, even with the gag that I was afraid someone would hear, so I shoved her face into the pillow, sat on the back of her neck and hit her as hard as I could with that paddle.”
“You can suffocate someone that way,” Eve observed mildly.
“I know, so I didn’t keep her that way long, but she was sobbing hysterically when I let up.
“I let her cry for a few minutes then rolled her over, pinched her nipples until she was squirming and warned her that if she made one more sound I was going to beat her breasts with the paddle. She shut up.
“Andrina stopped crying and looked up at me, then she looked rather pointedly at my crotch and I knew she was asking if she could kiss my pussy. I told her to forget it, that she wasn’t worthy and I wouldn’t even let her look at my treasure, much less touch it. She made little pleading noises, but I ignored her.
“I’d gotten sweaty and decided to wash up so I blindfolded Andrina with a pillow case, undressed and took a long hot shower. When I came out of the bath room Andrina was make little seductive wiggles on the bed. I got dressed except for my panties and put on my mask.”
“Why did you leave your panties off?”
“Because they were still in Andrina’s mouth,” Stephanie said patiently. “And when I took them out they were sopping wet. Anyway, I untied her, told her to get dressed and to leave her underwear off. I wouldn’t allow her to use the bathroom or comb her hair. I opened the door and threw her panties and bra into the parking lot, then shoved her outside. Two men were walking past and stopped in their tracks. Andrina looked at her underwear, then at me pleadingly. I shook my head and she walked away. One of the men said something to her and she broke into a run. Her skirt flew up as she ran and they got a good look at her bottom. The men picked up her underwear and waved them over their heads and yelled at her to come back. She tore across the street and didn’t look back.
“I waited until she was out of sight, then lay on the bed and played with myself until I had a wonderful orgasm. Then I changed my clothes and walked to my car.”
“You didn’t have an orgasm while she was there?” Eve asked.
“I didn’t need one. I had never felt so confident and powerful in my life.”
“That’s fantastic,” Eve said admiringly.
“Yes, and the next day at work Andrina was a total wreck. She was pale and haggard and people kept asking if she was sick. She looked searchingly into the face of every woman who came near her. I ignored her and never made eye contact with her.”
“What did you do next?”
“I let her stew for two weeks,” Stephanie said. “Then called her one evening and ordered her to meet me at another corner within thirty minutes. I didn’t even wait for her to answer, I just hung up.
“I went to another motel and the room I got happened to have a fairly secluded entry. It was around the corner from the main part of the hotel, so I had an idea.”
“I can’t imagine what that wicked mind of your might think up,” Eve chuckled.
“I’d told Andrina to wait for me a couple of blocks away. I drove to where she was, and saw that she had attracted a small crowd of onlookers.”
“She was dressed like a prostitute again?” Eve asked.
“Yes, same outfit she’d worn the first night. I stopped and told her to get in the car. She was grateful because some of the men were getting pretty aggressive. I told her to shut up. I lifted her skirt and saw that she was wearing panties. I drove into an alley and ordered her to get out of the car.
“She obeyed and I told her to take her panties off. She hesitated and looked around to see if anyone was watching, so I slapped her. She stepped out of the panties and left them lying on the ground. I spun her around and tied her wrists behind her back, then I opened the back door to my car and told her to get in. She wriggled onto the seat and I pushed her sideways until she was lying down, then I tied her ankles together. I’d brought a pillow slip from the motel and put it over her head. I got into the car and drove around for about ten minutes before I went to the motel. I parked in front of my room and got Andrina out of the back seat. I helped her stand, then made her hop into the room.”
“Did anyone see you?”
“No, it was dark by then and no one was in sight anyway.”
“Go on, go on.”
“I bent her over a chair and tied her ankles to it, then I rustled the window blinds and told her that they were open and that we were on a busy street and that people could see her naked butt.”
“What did she do?”
“Her body tensed up and she moaned piteously, but I ignored her. I told her that I was going to spank her bottom and legs until I got tired, and that she’d better be quiet, or I’d go away and leave where she was.
‘I’ll be quiet,’ she whispered.
“So I spanked her.”
“I want a blow by blow account,” Eve demanded.
“Ok, well first I started with my ping pong paddle,” Stephanie said, “Mostly on her ass. I didn’t hit her terribly hard, but she was squirming after a few blows. Then I changed to a ruler and worked it up and down her legs. That hurt worse and she was soon yelping and whimpering. I told her to keep still, and she tried but she couldn’t hold back her cries. She finally apologized and begged me to gag her.”
“Interesting,” Eve murmured, “Very interesting.”
“I thought so too,” Stephanie said. “Unfortunately I’d left her panties in the alley, so I used my own again.”
“Uh oh, more soggy undies then?”
“Yes, but what was I to do?” Stephanie shrugged. “I used a yardstick on her after that, and it was a good thing that I’d gagged her, because try as she might, she just couldn’t hold back a few screams.”
“Poor thing.”
“Yeah, sure. The problem was that I was really enjoying myself smacking her with that yard stick. My pussy was throbbing as I hit her.
“The yard stick really raised some welts on the backs of her legs. Andrina was jerking and twisting with each stroke and finally she toppled the chair over sideways. She landed hard and lay on the floor sobbing. I sat down, drank some water and rested.
“After a while Andrina was trying to say something through her gag, so I removed it. She begged to use the bathroom and warned me that she probably wouldn’t be able to keep from peeing the next time I hit her, so I untied her and permitted her to go to the bathroom.
“Wash up carefully and come out naked,’ I told her.” She did, but she was limping when she came out, her legs were already bruised, and we’d only been there for a couple of hours.”
“Poor thing,” repeated Mistress Eve.
“I told her to lie on the bed and raise her legs into the air,” Stephanie said. “Then I showed her the ruler. ‘I’m going to smack you right between your legs with this,’ I told her.”
“On my pussy?’ she gasped.
“Correct, and you will thank me after each time. And if you scream, or try to get away, or avoid my blows I’ll walk out of this room and you will never see me again.
“She looked at me pleadingly, but I waited without speaking, finally she nodded sadly, lay back on the bed and opened her legs.
“Grab your ankles,’ I told her. She did and I slapped that ruler squarely on her pussy.
“She squealed faintly, but clamped her teeth together and cut it off. She managed to whisper ‘thank you’ just before I smacked her again. The next was harder. Her eyes were frantic but she managed to stay quiet. I hit her ten times and her crotch was one big ugly purple bruise when I finished.
“Andrina lay sobbing piteously when I finished. I allowed her about ten minutes then ordered her to go into the bath and clean out the tub.”
“Why?”
“It didn’t look too clean,” Stephanie said. “And I wanted to take a bath.”
“Oh.”
“She scrubbed the tub in the nude, still sobbing,” Stephanie said. “Then I tied her very tightly in a hogtie on the floor by the bed. After that I went into the bathroom and had a long soak in the tub. Just before I got out I masturbated until I had a delicious orgasm. She couldn’t see but Andrina knew exactly what I was doing.
“When I finished I got dressed, untied her and ordered her to kneel naked at my feet.”
Number Four made a soft moaning sound.
“I’d bought a whip, a flogger with light thin strands,” Stephanie said. “I showed it to Andrina. Her eyes got huge and she shrank away. ‘I intend to use this on you the next time,’ I told her, ‘So if you are afraid of my whip, then don’t come.’
“Andrina was too frightened to speak, so I commanded her to get dressed, opened the door and motioned her to the car. I drove her back to the meeting place, which was pretty quiet by then, dropped her off and went home.”
“Andrina missed work for the next couple of days, and she looked like death warmed over when she finally showed up. She walked stiffly and winced every time she sat down, but once again I ignored her.
“I waited a full month before I called her again, and when she answered I simply said: ‘Are you ready for the whip?’
“There was only the faintest pause before she said: ‘Yes.”
“Whooo,” breathed Eve.
“Before the next visit with Andrina I’d gone around town and visited a bunch of cheap motels. I asked to see the rooms because I was looking for one feature in particular.”
“What was that?”
“A way to suspend Andrina up by her wrists.”
“Did you find one?”
“Yes, I discovered a motel that had a sitting area in each room with a little archway separating the bedroom. The arch was made of open grill work that was perfect for tying a woman’s hands over her head.
“I heard Andrina telling her friends that she had a date on Saturday night so I called her late Saturday afternoon and ordered her to present herself in thirty minutes.”
“Ooh, wicked.” Eve laughed. “By the way, was her date with Ted?”
“No, some other guy that I didn’t know.”
“Did she break the date?”
“She sure did. She was waiting at the corner when I arrived. She was sitting on a bus bench and actually opened her legs when I pulled up.”
“She flashed you?”
“Yes, and she wasn’t wearing panties.”
“What a slut.”
“She smiled hopefully when I stopped, so I just sat in the car. She kept her legs apart for ten minutes while I made her wait. It was a cold night and she was shivering when I finally let her get in the car. I think she was trying to demonstrate her devotion to me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Eve commented.
“No, but I only wanted her to do what I told her. I finally ordered her to get into the car and drove to the motel. I made her strip and kneel at my feet, then I pointed to the arch and told her that I was going to hang her by her wrists and whip her, and that it would be very painful. I gave her the choice of leaving immediately, or staying and surrendering herself to me utterly.”
“And she stayed, right?”
“Right. So I tied her wrists tightly together then looped the rope through the arch and puller her up until she was on tiptoes. She whimpered a little, but shut up when I glared at her. Then I tied her feet apart.
“She was breathing hard and had a look of utter lust on her face so out of curiosity I touched her pussy to see if it was wet.”
“Was it?” Eve asked.
“Very wet,” Stephanie answered, “And she jerked like I’d shot her. She let out a long moan and sagged in her ropes. I’d unintentionally given her an orgasm.”
“She sounds like a passionate woman,” Eve commented.
“Could be,” Stephanie said. “But I was annoyed with myself for giving her even a little bit of pleasure. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands.”
Eve chuckled.
“Then I made her open her mouth and I stuffed a very large gag between her teeth.”
“What, no panties this time?”
“Nope, a real ball gag with a solid leather strap to hold it in place. Then I whipped her.”
“Did she come again?”
“I don’t think so. I whipped her hard and she was squealing under the gag, and writhing all over the place, but she didn’t act like she had another orgasm.”
“Where did you whip her?”
“I started on the backs of her calves,” Stephanie said, “And worked the whip up her legs to her back, then I went back down her body again. She was begging for mercy but I didn’t give a damn, I just kept the whip going until I was soaked with perspiration.
“I took a break and removed my clothes. Andrina’s eyes lit up when she saw me nude and that made me angry at her temerity.”
“For just looking at you?”
“Yes.”
“How dare she?” laughed Eve. “I hope you punished her.”
Stephanie gave Eve a look of annoyance. “I blindfolded her, then I was able to take my mask and wig off. After that I whipped her front.”
“Sorry, did you say front or cunt?” Eve asked.
“Both. I started on the fronts of her legs, worked the whip up to her boobs, then really laid on the force. I whipped Andrina’s chest until it was as red as fresh raw meat. She was shrieking so loudly that even the gag wasn’t efficient, so I wrapped a scarf around her mouth, then I resumed.
“Andrina was screaming so hard that she was still getting past the gag, so I turned on the television full volume and I turned on the water in the shower, then I whipped her until she fainted.
“I took a shower and got dressed, then I sat down and waited for Andrina to revive. I enjoyed looking at her as she hung unconscious in her ropes. He breasts and crotch were one huge bruise and it turned me on so much that I masturbated.”
“I hope you washed your hands afterwards,” Eve said.
Stephanie threw another handful of grass at her.
“Did she turn you on?” Eve asked, “Or was it your sadistic nature?”
“It was her willingness to surrender herself,” Stephanie answered. “Her submission was a very powerful aphrodisiac to me.”
Eve nodded understandingly.
“I’d brought an electric vibrator with me,” Stephanie said. “And when Andrina eventually raised her head I turned it on. She could hear the buzzing and her nipples popped right up. I talked dirty to her while I played the thing all over my body. I told her where the vibrator was each moment, then I slipped it inside my self and when the buzzing became faint she groaned, knowing where it was.
“I came again and made a lot of noise doing it. I lay back and dozed for a while afterwards, then I got dressed and put on my mask and cut the ropes on her wrists and let her fall. I gave her permission to take off her gag and blindfold. She was weak and trembling, her hands shook so much that it took her forever to get the straps unbuckled. I stood over her but I didn’t help her.
“When she got the things off of her face she blinked at me with red, teary eyes. ‘We’ve only been here an hour,’ I told her. ‘Do you want more of the whip, or would you like to go home?”
“I want to go home,’ she whispered, but her eyes were up my skirt.”
“Up your skirt?” Eve asked.
“I was straddling her with my feet apart.”
“Panties?”
“Of course. Anyway, Andrina looked up between my legs until I pushed her head to the side with my toe, then she saw my vibrator lying on the bed. She gasped and her nipples perked up harder.
“What? Would you like this inside you?” I asked her.
“She nodded.”
“This is MINE,” I told her. “It’s been inside my pussy and you aren’t worthy to even touch it.’ I said. I pressed it against my lips. I held up another huge dildo. “But the next time I’m going to shove this one inside your body and you will have to hold it in place while I whip you. And the whipping will be worse than the one you got tonight, that is, if you decide to come back for more.’
“She looked at the floor for a long time, then nodded.
“It’s going to get worse and worse,’ I warned her.
“Will you fuck me with it really hard?’ she asked hopefully.”
“No way,’ I said disgustedly. ‘I’m just going to shove it up inside you and leave it there.”
“All right,’ she looked up and me. “When do I get to look at you?”
“What do you want to see?’ I asked, ‘My face or my pussy?’
“I’d like to see both,’ she said.
“You might never see either,’ I answered, ‘I don’t think that you’re worthy.”
“Perhaps I could prove myself,’ she said, looking at my skirt.
“How, by licking my pussy?’
“She nodded.”
“I know that you aren’t worthy of that,’ I said scornfully. I stood up and walked out.”
*
“Ted hadn’t lost interest in the mystery woman either,” Stephanie said. “From time to time he would go around the office asking every woman if she was Betty Page. It became a standing joke. He was open and light hearted about it, and everyone knew by then what had happened. Several girls claimed to be Betty, but he didn’t believe them.”
“Too bad he didn’t have your glass slipper,” Eve chuckled. “He could have found you that way.”
“I suppose I could have dropped one of my spurs,” Stephanie said. “But I didn’t think to at the time.”
“I just had a vision of Ted crawling under all the desks in the office trying a spur on all the women’s feet.” Eve laughed.
“He probably would have done just that,” Stephanie laughed, “He was persistent. He asked me several times but I pretended to be uninterested, and reminded him that I wasn’t at the party.
“Andrina hadn’t given up on Ted. She flirted outrageously every time he came near her. It was almost comical, and even her bitchy friends began to shake their heads at her antics.
“I was curious about what he wanted with me as Betty. Did he enjoy being tied up, or did he just want to try to get me in bed? So I called him one evening.”
“My, my,” murmured Eve.
“At first he was skeptical that I was the real Betty, but I gave him a couple of details about what had happened and he became very interested. He asked who I was and would I go to dinner with him. I told him no dinner, but if he was brave enough I would undress him and tie him up.”
“What about that other girl?’ he asked, ‘Would she be there?’
“No, it will be just you and me,’ I told him. ‘But you have to put yourself entirely under my control.”
“And?” Eve asked.
“He agreed instantly,” Stephanie said. “So I told him that I would call him later in the week.”
“What if had wanted Andrina to be there?”
“Then he would have been disappointed. I did not intend to share him with her.”
“You could have made her watch as the two of you made love,” Eve suggested.
“True,” Stephanie shrugged, “But it didn’t occur to me.
“I rented a motel room,” she said, “In a nice hotel in a good part of town, then just as I had done with Andrina, I told him where to wait for me at a street corner. I got into costume, drove to the rendezvous, and got out of the car. His eyes lit up when he saw me and he held out his hands when I showed him a set of handcuffs. Then I put him in the car and blindfolded him.”
“Right on a busy public street?” marveled Eve.
“Yes, and no one seemed to notice.”
“Ok, go on.”
“I took him to the motel and walked him in the door, then I removed his handcuffs and ordered him to undress. He obeyed instantly. When he was naked I made him sit in a chair then hand cuffed his hands behind it and I tied his ankles to the chair legs with leather straps. Then I teased him.”
“What did you do?”
“I touched his skin lightly and delicately with the tips of my fingers,” Stephanie said. “I kissed him softly on his mouth, his eyes, his ears, his neck. And I took along slow time to do it.”
Mistress Eve was squirming, so were we.
“He was already very hard and large,” Stephanie purred, “But he got bigger the more I did. He didn’t beg for anything, he just waited and enjoyed what I was doing to him.”
“Did you torture him?”
“No, at least not with pain,” Stephanie said. “I was very nice to Ted, unless you count teasing as torture.”
“Some people do,” Eve chuckled. “But you never whipped him?”
“Not that first night,” Stephanie answered. “I did that later, along with spanking him, but only because he asked me to. I never wanted to hurt him.”
“Did he turn out to be a masochist?”
“Heavens no, Ted is a strong, self confident man. Later in the relationship we played around with light punishment, but it wasn’t serious, and I would never have done anything to cause him real pain.”
“Then your relationship with him was different than with Andrina?”
“Much different, I liked Ted, I detested Andrina.”
“Go on.”
“When I had him so excited that he was trembling, I stepped back and did a strip tease for him,” Stephanie said. “I thought his eyes were going to jump out of his head.”
“I can’t blame him for that,” Eve smiled. “Did you go all the way?”
“I took off everything except my mask. Then I straddled his legs and sat down on his cock.”
“Was he really bigger than Big Boy?” Eve asked.
“Yes, he was,” Mistress Stephanie said softly.
“Big Boy has the largest penis I’ve ever seen,” Eve said wonderingly.
“Maybe you should get out more often.”
There was a loud collective sigh from us slaves. Mistress Eve gave us a warning look, then nodded for Stephanie to continue.
“It took him less than two minutes to shoot,” Stephanie chuckled.
“Well, that’s not very good for you,” Eve said.
“Oh yes it was. I came too, but you know what? I came from the power just as much from the intercourse.”
“Wow, I like power too,” Eve said. “But I can’t say I’ve had an orgasm from it.”
“I was so incredibly thrilled that this strong, handsome man was willing to give me control over himself that it happened very quickly,” Stephanie told her. “And the orgasm was so wonderful that I fainted for a few seconds and collapsed onto his chest.”
There was a long awed silence.
“When I woke up I staggered to the bed and fell across it. I lay there for a long time, but I could have sworn that I was drifting through clouds of heavenly delight. When I raised up Ted was smiling at me. I kissed him, then brought a warm soapy washcloth from the bath room and washed his body.”
“I’ll bet he liked that,” Eve commented.
“So did I,” Stephanie chuckled. “He was hard again.”
“And what did you do?”
“I caressed his body all over,” she answered, “With my breasts.”
There was a louder collective moan from us.
“One more peep out of you lot, and I’ll tie you to the fence,” Mistress Eve warned. “Down there.” She pointed to the other end of the paddock. We shut up, sat up straight and took on the demeanor of properly behaved ponies.
Eve turned back to Stephanie and nodded for her to continue.
“I placed my nipples at his mouth and let him nurse for a long time,” Stephanie said, “But I was standing in an uncomfortable position, so I got on my knees in front of him.”
A tiny squeak emerged from Number Four’s throat. Number Three elbowed her in the ribs, so did I.
“Mistresses usually don’t get on their knees,” Eve pointed out.
“Mistresses can do anything they want,” Stephanie answered. “And besides, I wasn’t a mistress then.”
“You were only an apprentice mistress?”
“An amateur mistress,” she said, “Self taught.”
“Ok.”
“And as an amateur I sucked Ted’s cock until he filled my mouth,” Stephanie said defiantly.
Number Four started hyper ventilating.
“You are going to get us whipped,” Two muttered.
“I don’t care about that,” I whispered. “I just want to hear the rest of her story, so keep still, all of you.”
Mistress Eve was looking at us so I bobbed my head apologetically. She held my gaze for a moment, then turned back to Stephanie.
“How soon was he ready to go after that?”
“I gave him a break,” Stephanie said. “I released him from the chair and he staggered into the bathroom. When he came back I told him to lie on the bed and I strapped him into a wide open eagle tie. Then I lay atop his chest, put my chin in my hands and we talked.”
“What did you talk about?”
“Anything, everything. We just chatted. It was nice. I’d brought champagne and chocolate and I fed him candy while we talked.”
“Did he get hard again?”
“Oh yes, very, very hard.”
“What did you do?”
“I ignored that hard cock pressing against my tummy and we just talked,” Stephanie said.
“You have a stronger will than I do,” Eve commented.
“Oh, I wanted him inside me,” Stephanie said. “But I had to be in control, even of myself. But don’t worry, I screwed him again, and this time we took it long and slow and nice.”
“Did you keep him in the same position, or let him get on top?”
“No, I kept him spread wide on the bed, and I straddled his manhood. And we went for a long time.”
“What about spankings?”
“That happened the third time we met,” Stephanie said. “I didn’t plan to torture him so each meeting I just tied him very tightly and teased him.”
“How?”
“Well, I strapped his arms very tightly, as well as his legs,” Stephanie said. “And I tied a cord around his balls and made him follow me around the room. Since his legs were tied he had to hop, and that was very exciting to watch. After I wore him out from hopping I pushed him down onto the bed and experimented with different ways to imprison his cock and balls.”
“He didn’t complain?”
“No, he enjoyed it, besides, Ted has a playful streak and he went along with anything I wanted.”
“Including spanking?”
“Well, that came about while he was hopping around the room. He kept chasing after me, trying to rub his body against mine. I was laughing so hard that I tripped against the bed and lost my balance. Ted crouched down and made this gigantic leap across the room and bumped into me just as I was getting up. He knocked be back onto the bed and lay over me. His arms and legs were very tightly bound but he tried to squirm around and get his cock between my legs. He looked like a giant inchworm and I was laughing so hard that I got the hiccups.
“I let him wriggle over my body for a few minutes and even opened my legs for him. He’d just about managed to get inside me when I slid out from under him, grabbed his cock and slapped his bottom. I was telling him what a bad boy he was when I felt his cock get bigger in my fist.”
“Bigger?”
“A lot bigger, and it was already huge.”
Number Four was breathing in tiny quick gasps.
“So I slapped his butt again,” Stephanie said. “He looked back at me, then closed his eyes and raised his bottom a little higher.”
“I think I’m going to faint,” Number Four whispered. Her eyes were hazy.
“Just do it quietly,” Two hissed at her.
“So I spanked Ted,” Stephanie said, “With one hand stroking his cock. I spanked lightly at first, then harder until he was groaning with passion.”
“Did he come?”
“All over the bed,” Stephanie answered. “I mean ALL over the bed.”
Four’s eyes rolled up and she slumped to the ground.
“He fell asleep,” Stephanie said. “So I washed up, made myself a cup of coffee and watched him sleep. When he woke up I rolled him onto his back and slipped my pussy over his cock.”
“Which was hard as iron again, right?”
“Right. And I made love to him until he came again.”
“What about you?”
“I didn’t need to have an orgasm. I was so happy at his submission that it was nearly as good as coming.”
“Mmmm. Then what?”
“I washed him and dried him and rubbed baby oil into his skin, then fed him crackers and caviar and champagne.”
“Champagne every night?”
“Yes.”
“It sounds like you were in love,” Eve observed.
“I was.”
“What about your boyfriend?”
“Oh, after I got over being mad at him I’d worn my Betty Page costume for him. He liked it, but almost ruined it tearing it off of me. I had a vague idea of talking him into letting me tie him up, but he wouldn’t think of it. He wanted to tie me to the bed, but the very idea disgusted me, so I began to lose interest in him, and by the time I’d seduced Ted, my boyfriend and I were drifting apart.”
“Did you continue to torture Andrina?”
“Yes, I saw her about once a month, and treated her like dirt, but I was seeing Ted almost every week.” She paused. “Maybe I should have given Andrina to my boyfriend and his buddies.”
“She probably would have liked that.”
“Yeah,” Stephanie shrugged. “I did things to Ted to please him, but I tried to think up ways to humiliate Andrina, unfortunately, no matter what I did to her she liked it.”
“Such as?”
“I brought a camera and made her strip while I took pictures, then I ordered her to display herself in the most disgusting poses possible. I made her put dildoes and broom handles and mops up her pussy, and she never protested once. I believe that I could have urinated on her and she would have liked it.”
“A lot of people like being peed on,” Eve commented.
“Well, that is one perversion that’s not for me,” Stephanie said. “Either way.”
“Me neither.”
The Barbies looked at each other with expressions of utter horror. “Do people really like that?” Madison whispered.
“Oh, yes,” Number Three answered. “And worse.”
“Have you ever . . ?”
“Once,” Three replied. “I had a visiting master who tied me on my knees in a bathtub, then he sprayed all over me.”
“Did you know he was going to do it?” Brittany asked.
“Yes.”
Brittany’s mouth dropped open. “And you didn’t mind?”
“I’d never had that done to me,” Three answered. “I wanted to see what it would be like.”
“And?
“I liked it.”
“It happened to me too,” Allison said quietly. “At the bordello. A customer paid extra to pee in my face.”
“Why did you do it?”
“For the same reason Number Three did,” Allison said. “I was in a very submissive mood that day, and I was curious.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my God.”
I turned back to the mistresses.
“But getting back to Andrina,” Stephanie said. “I honestly think that there is nothing that she would not have accepted from me no matter how awful it was.”
“Look around at our slaves,” Eve said. “We have people here who are utterly submissive, and they aren’t bad persons.”
“I know,” Stephanie agreed. “I’ve learned that about our teams, but I guess that I disliked Andrina so much that her personality disgusted me as much as her willingness to submit to anything.”
“Actually it sounds like she was a good subject for you to practice your dominance techniques on,” Eve said.
“I suppose so. Anyway I enjoyed treating her like dirt.”
“And you treated Ted like a prince.”
“Exactly, like my handsome captive prince.”
“Did they know about each other?”
“No.”
“Did you experiment with more painful punishments with Ted?”
“We did a few times,” Stephanie said. “But I wasn’t really interested in hurting him. I just wanted to find ways to give him pleasure while I was in control.”
“Tell me more.”
“Well, I would tie him face up and force him to beg to eat my pussy, which wasn’t difficult, since he liked to do that anyway. I’d sit on his face for hours and he kept his tongue going the whole time.”
“He had lots of stamina, eh?”
“You said it. Other times I would tie him into a very tight hogtie, put his head on a pillow then get comfortable and put my nipple in his mouth. He kept his mouth working for as long as I wanted.” She leaned close to Eve. “Have you ever had an orgasm from a man sucking on your breasts?”
“No,” Eve replied.
“Well, I have,” Stephanie said proudly.
“Lucky lady,” Eve said enviously, “And lucky man. Tell me about your experiments.”
“Well, I tied him into very confining positions, but he never objected. I tied him up like a mummy, by wrapping wide cloth bands all around his body. I left only his mouth and his cock exposed.”
“They call that mummification,” Eve offered.
“I know that now,” Stephanie said. “Anyway, Ted really like that. He told me that it felt as if every nerve ending in his body was concentrated in his penis.”
There was a collective inhale from the slaves.
“What did you do to it?”
“Chocolate sauce, marshmallow cream with crumbled graham crackers, whipped cream, maple syrup, my hair, my hands, my mouth and my pussy.”
I could hear the rest of the slave nipples getting harder. Mine were already throbbing painfully.
“What about spanking,” Eve persisted.
“I spanked him but not while he was mummified,” Stephanie told her. “I spanked him hard too, but we used a safe word, so when it got too painful for him I would stop.”
“Whips?”
“Yes, and he brought the first one to me.”
“Whoa.”
“Um hmm. It was a cold night and he showed up wearing a leather slave collar under his coat. He wore no shirt, only trousers. He handed me a flogger, then undressed and knelt at my feet. I kissed him and he reached for my mask. I had to jump back or he would have seen my face.”
“You still hadn’t let him see who you were?”
“No.”
“Ok, tell me what you did next.”
“I tied him bent over the chair and flogged his bottom and legs,” Stephanie told her, “And he loved it.”
“So did you, I’ll bet.”
“I certainly did. I whipped him in several different positions, then I tied him face up on the table and got on top of him. I made love to him while I whipped his chest.”
“Very nice.”
“A strand of the whip accidentally caught him on his chin,” Stephanie said. “I felt awful and apologized. He told me it was ok and to please resume what I was doing. A few minutes later we both came together in a very wonderful orgasm.
“The next day at work he had a bruise on his face, and told everyone that he’d been hit playing racquetball. I bumped into him in the elevator. I was looking at his face thinking how handsome he was, when he asked me why I was the only person who hadn’t inquired about the mark on his skin. I blushed and said that I didn’t think it was polite to ask personal questions. He looked at me for a long moment, and I was afraid that he’d recognized me.”
“Why didn’t you just tell him?”
“I planned to someday but I was having too much fun being the mystery woman, besides, it was part of my control over him.”
“Ok, get back to the whipping part.”
“We liked the combined whipping and intercourse but the whip was too big to wield while I sat on him, so I bought one of small rubber band whips. It was perfect.”
“I like those,” Eve said. “For the same reason,”
“They’re also good if you’re screwing a female with a strap on penis,” Stephanie added. “You can really make her breasts sting.”
“True,” Eve glanced at us and I shoved my chest out hopefully. She just shook her head.
“One evening Ted showed up carrying a tool bag,” Stephanie said. “It had a battery powered electric drill and he climbed onto a chair and installed some hooks in the ceiling. Then he undressed and knelt for me to tie him up.
“I hung him by his wrists, tied a rope around his balls and pulled it through a ceiling hook very tight. He was on tiptoe when I finished and winced in discomfort, but wouldn’t let me loosen the ropes.”
“Did he like being practically hung by his balls?”
“He sure did. He would lift his feet off the floor and lower his body until his weight was on that rope for a few minutes. I was amazed to see his cock get bigger each time he did it.”
“Maybe he really was a masochist.”
“Possibly, he certainly enjoyed that form of torment.”
“Did you whip his cock?”
“No, but I thought about it. I just never got to it. I only whipped his body.”
Number Four woke up and looked around. “What have I missed?” she asked.
“Shut up, she’s getting to the best part,” Three told her.
“I whipped his back and legs and bottom, and played with his cock, and caressed his body, and bit his nipples,” Stephanie said. “And after two solid hours I pulled a chair close, straddled it and took him deep into my mouth.”
“Did you deep throat him?” Eve asked.
“No, I didn’t know how yet. That takes practice.”
“Don’t I know it.”
“Besides, Ted is too big to deep throat,” Stephanie said. “But he seemed to enjoy my efforts. He came in my mouth and after I couldn’t swallow fast enough, it kept coming like a water fall. He could have put out a forest fire.”
There was a dull thump as Number Four passed out again. Mistress Eve barely glanced at her.
“Ted rather liked having his genitals bound up so I went shopping at a fetish store. I bought a very erotic harness that buckled around his balls and cock and tightened them. The first time I tried to put it on him, Ted got so big that I couldn’t get the snaps to catch, so I put a cold wash cloth on him to shrink his cock.”
“How long did it take?” Eve laughed.
“Quite a while,” Stephanie told her. “He liked what I was doing too much. I finally stepped out the door and grabbed a handful of snow and packed around his groin.”
“Were you naked?” Eve gasped.
“All but for a wig and a mask,” Stephanie said.
“Wow, I’m impressed.”
“The snow worked. He shrank just enough for me to get the harness locked in place and he immediately got very big again,” Stephanie said. “He was hanging by his wrists from the ceiling, and I put a bar between his ankles, then I pulled a chair close and played with him for hours.”
“How many times did he spurt?”
“Only once. I kept him aroused but wouldn’t let him come until almost midnight.”
“Oooh, what a wicked lady you are.”
“Thank you. When I finally allowed him to climax his fluid went across the room and hit the wall. I jumped in front of him and caught it on my body so he wouldn’t splatter the wall paper and carpet.”
“That was very considerate of you,” Eve giggled.
“He coated my entire stomach,” Stephanie said. “And when I though he was just about finished I bent and gave his cock a kiss, and everything started up again.”
“Did you like that, Mistress Cruelty?” Eve asked.
“Are you kidding? I loved it. But I had to get my wig cleaned the next day.”
Eve started giggling and couldn’t stop. Four woke up again, looked around groggily, then lay back.
“It’s a good thing she didn’t hear the last episode,” Two muttered. “Or she’d be unconscious for a week.”
“My visit to the adult shop taught me something new,” Stephanie said, when Eve regained her composure.
“What was that?”
“Pony girls,” Stephanie said. “A girl came into the store and told the clerk she wanted to order a pony girl costume.”
“Ah.”
“I’d never even heard of a pony girl,” Stephanie said. “But I knew instantly what she meant, and I was fascinated.”
“Why?”
“Because the very term seemed to mean the deepest form of submission,” Stephanie answered. “To be a pony girl meant giving up total control to someone else.”
“True,” Eve answered. She nodded toward us for confirmation. “Look at this bunch.”
We sat up straight and proud.
“Did they sell pony harness at the shop?” Eve asked.
“They didn’t stock them but they had a leather worker who took custom orders. I listened while the girl and the store clerk discussed what she wanted. Then they went into a dressing room and the clerk took the girl’s measurements. Later I looked through the magazines and bought a stack of pony life literature. I went home and read late into the night. Then I decided to visit a pony farm.”
“Did you go the one in Buffalo?” Eve asked.
“I did later,” Stephanie said. “But the first pony place I visited was across the river in Canada.”
“I didn’t know there was one on the Canadian side of the Niagara.”
“It’s about a two hour drive, and it’s very small and exclusive,” Stephanie told her. “I had a lot of trouble getting an invitation, but it was worth it when I finally got there.”
“Trouble, how?”
“The people at the store gave me the phone number of a man, who put me on to another man, who introduced me to a couple in Canada who wanted to be paid for their services as ‘introducers’. It cost me five hundred dollars to get inside the place.”
“It sounds like you were determined.”
“Oh, I was,” Stephanie said. “The more I discovered, the more intrigues I became, and when I went to the pony stable and watched some teams in action I was hooked.”
“Did you turn Ted into a pony?” Eve asked, “Or Andrina?”
“No, but I had some very erotic fantasies about doing that to both of them.”
“Tell me.”
Stephanie shrugged. “There’s not much to tell, I just imagined that I was the lady of the manor and I was riding over my acres on Ted’s shoulders. Andrina was one of the lowly field slaves and she was dirty and miserable pulling a heavy wagon.
“Ted was strong and clean, I’d polished his skin to a bright shine with body oil and his harness glittered with jewels. I would ride past Andrina atop my magnificent male and not even deign to look at her.”
“I like that dream,” Eve chuckled. “Did you tell Ted about it?”
“No, things went bad before I had the chance.”
“Oh dear, do you want to talk about it?”
Stephanie shrugged. “Why not?” She took a deep breath. “Ted always asked who I was, and why I wouldn’t let him see my face. I told him to be patient and that eventually I would reveal everything to him. There was no reason that I couldn’t, it was just that I liked being mysterious. I was falling in love with Ted and began to consider spending the rest of my life with him.
“One evening my doorbell rang and it was Ted. He carried a huge bouquet of roses and wore his slave collar over his necktie. He grinned at me and told me that he hoped I didn’t mind him dropping in unannounced. Then he handed me a whip and knelt at my feet.”
“And . . ?”
“I was furious,” Stephanie said. “The first thing that went through my mind was that he had disobeyed me. I couldn’t think about how much I loved him, or that he had taken all the trouble to find me because he wanted to be with me, all I could think about was that he had taken some part of the control away from me. I slammed the door in his face.”
“Wow,” Eve whispered.
“I was in a fury all night,” Stephanie continued. “I thought that Ted would probably tell every one at work, and that Andrina would know who I was, and her clique of friends would laugh at me and that everything was spoiled. I went in very early the next morning, cleaned out my desk and left a letter of resignation for my supervisor. Then I moved out of town.”
“Don’t you think that was a bit extreme?” Eve asked.
“I do now,” Stephanie sighed, “But at the time I was just getting used to having power and when it was threatened I over reacted. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it and I wish I hadn’t done what I did.”
“Did you ever see Ted again?”
“No, I got a letter from him which had been forwarded by the post office. He apologized and begged me to call him, but I was still too angry, so I wrote back telling him that he had ruined everything with his impatience. I said some terrible things in that letter, things I regret.”
“And you never tried to get in touch later?”
“No, I fear that I burned that bridge to the ground,” Stephanie said.
“Where did you go?” Eve asked after a long pause.
“Las Vegas, I went into business as a dominatrix.”
“Interesting. Did you do pony fetish?”
“No, just ordinary dominance with male clients.”
“No females?”
“No, not in Vegas.”
“Did you meet anyone special?”
“Oh no,” Stephanie said. “I wasn’t going to get involved with anyone on a personal level. I put on enough emotional armor to stop a cruise missile.”
Mistress Eve looked at her sympathetically.
“I made a good living as a dom,” Stephanie said, “I established a good clientele and did some modeling. My life was pretty good until I got in trouble with the police.”
“What happened?”
“A vice cop tried to extort money out of me. I’d made friends with a couple of influential men so I was able to get him off my back for a while, but then he set me up with an under age client.”
“How much under age?”
“The boy was sixteen years old,” Stephanie said. “He was six feet two inches tall and weighed over two hundred pounds, and he looked ten years older than he was. The cop had something over the boy and forced him to come to me for a dominance session, then they busted in while I was screwing him.”
“Did you have sex with your clients?” Eve asked, mildly shocked.
“No, almost never,” Stephanie said. “I wasn’t a prostitute and I made it very clear to clients that I wouldn’t have sex with them. But once in a while, if I really liked the guy I might do something for my own pleasure.”
“Sure.”
“And this boy reminded me of Ted, so I’d tied him to the bed and was sitting on his penis when the police came in. They took me to jail in handcuffs.”
“What happened?”
“I got out on bail and left town,” Stephanie said. “I moved back to New York and got a regular job.”
“They didn’t try to track you down?”
“No, I used a false name in Nevada.”
“Smart.”
“Anyway, I lived a normal, boring life for a year, then I was on a visit to New York City with some girlfriends. We went to a night club and there was a raunchy comedian who talked about fetish sex and pony girls.”
“Uh oh,”
“Yep, the very words triggered something in my belly. I wanted to run out of the club.”
“Triggered something bad?”
“No, it turned me on. I wanted to go find somebody to tie up.”
“Were any of your girlfriends submissive?” Eve asked impishly.
“I didn’t want to find out,” Stephanie replied. “I’d learned my lesson about having sex with people I was close to.”
“You can’t hide forever,” Eve said gently.
Stephanie shrugged.
“So what did you do?”
“We went back to the hotel and went to bed. I waited until they were asleep then called an S and M parlor and told them I wanted a session with a submissive male.”
“That must have been pretty late at night,” Eve observed.
“I was in the city that never sleeps,” Stephanie said. “You can get an appointment at five in the morning if you want.”
“Ok, tell me about your session.”
“A skinny little man was waiting for me. I strung him up by his wrists, then whipped him until I was soaked with perspiration. I paid for two hours and I got my money’s worth.”
“Did you make him come?”
“Nope. I played with his cock and teased him until he was close, but I didn’t allow him to have a climax. I left him hanging when I walked out. I went back to the hotel and went to bed and my friends hadn’t noticed that I’d gone out. A few weeks later I quit my job and moved to a pony ranch in Texas.”
“Was it the Albers ranch?
“No, it was another, near Austin. I worked there for two years until I met Karen at a rodeo. I’d heard about her farm and we talked it over and I moved here.”
“And you’ve never thought about getting in touch with Ted?”
“No.”
“What about Andrina?”
“I only regret that I never gave her a real whipping,” Stephanie said. “If I had one more meeting with her I would string her up and whip her scrawny body to shreds with a bull whip.”
My pussy flashed white hot and I couldn’t keep from gasping.
“Would you want that?” Dana whispered to me.
“She’s already been bull whipped by Mistress Stephanie,” Two told her. “And she wants more.”
I nodded.
“I’ve never been whipped that hard,” Allison said quietly.
“Then you haven’t lived,” I answered.
The mistresses were looking at us. I raised my chest toward them offering my breasts.
Mistress Stephanie snorted disdainfully.
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