A Lusty Date

Madame Leslie smiled at us as we approached and said, “Well done girls, very well done.” Then Madame Leslie stood and embraced Suzanne, drawing her tightly into her arms as she kissed her passionately on the lips. It was a deep soul kiss that lasted for a long time.

When Madame Leslie broke the embrace Mistress Heather stood-up and told me to leave a tip. I reached into my blouse and pulled out the first bill I touched, it was a twenty, and dropped it on the table. That done, Mistress Heather said, “Now lets leave.” As we walked out I again held the door for everyone. Outside Mistress Heather gave me Madame Leslie’s car keys and ordered me to retrieve it. After obtaining a detailed description of the auto I scurried off to get it. Naturally, it was parked at the very rear of the lot. During the lonely walk my feet began to ache, or at least I realized how much they hurt. It just added to my misery as pain was being emitted from every corner of my body. And while the vibrator was still stuffed deep inside me at least the battery had finally lost power. I found Madame Leslie’s car and slid in behind the steering wheel. New waves of passion washed over me as my ass plug was forced deeper into my tightest hole.

I backed out of the parking spot and drove it to where my Mistress was waiting . as I pulled the car to a stop Suzanne walked around to the drivers side. I got out of the car and Suzanne slid into the drivers seat, then I closed the door. Walking around the car to where Mistress Heather and Madame Leslie were standing I opened the door. Madame Leslie took her place and I closed the door. Then I went to fetch Mistress Heather’s car. When I returned with the car I noticed that Madame Leslie and Suzanne were still parked where I had left them. I pulled up behind them and helped Mistress Heather into her luxury automobile.

As I started to drive though the parking lot Madame Leslie’s car followed. Mistress Heather then informed me that she would be spending the night at my house, as would Madame Leslie and Suzanne. my heart skipped a beat. While I had certainly cleaned house just today, I knew that it would never pass Mistress Heather’s inspection, it never did. There was sure to be a price paid, and I’d be the one to pay it. I just prayed that I could stand the price tag.

After a twenty minute drive I turned into my driveway and stopped the car. Quickly I opened the car door and walked around the open the door and help Mistress Heather out. my legs were still trembling from the ordeal I went through at the bar. Just as I opened Mistress Heather’s door and began to help her out, Madame Leslie and Suzanne arrived. They parked in the driveway behind Mistress Heather’s high-powered Porsche. I knew that I’d be required to strip once we were in the house. So I began to unbutton my blouse as I walked Mistress Heather to the door. By the time we reached the door the front of my blouse hung completely open. I fumbled for the door keys and found them. With shaky fingers I opened the door and held it, as first Mistress Heather entered, followed by Madame Leslie and Suzanne. Then I followed them and closed the door behind me. In just a matter of seconds I unzipped my mini skirt and stepped out of it, leaving it lying on the floor. As I dropped to my knees I tore off my blouse and let it drop to the floor, as I did the same. I spread my knees about two feet apart and waited.

As I knelt naked in my own living room I could feel my whole body throb. For just a second I glanced at my poor abused nipples. They were both swollen and puffy from the abuse they had taken all evening. I imagined that my pussy lips were about the same. I watched closely as Mistress Heather inspected my home, she didn’t look pleased. While I watched and pondered my fate, I heard Madame Leslie order her beautiful slave girl Suzanne to strip. I watched transfixed as Suzanne pulled her top off over her head. I licked my lips as her ample titties sprang into view. While Suzanne was stripping Madame Leslie seated herself on the living room sofa. Suzanne quickly unbuttoned her skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her firm, round ass and long shapely legs. After Suzanne had removed her clothes Madame Leslie ordered her to kneel beside me. Mistress Heather now took her place in my big over stuffed leather reclining chair. Once Mistress Heather had seated herself comfortably she ordered me to remove my ass plug and vibrator, which I did at once, laying them both on the floor beside me. I prayed that she would also allow me to remove the clips that were causing me so much pain. But, alas there was no mercy in Mistress Heather’s heart. Instead she ordered, “barb, honey, would you be so kind as to get into your ’uniform’? And, while you are at it put on your 6 inch heels!” It was an order that I dared not disobey. I almost jumped to my feet and scrambled off toward my bedroom. my uniform didn’t amount to much. Alone in the bedroom I kicked off my 5 inch heels that I had been wearing all evening and replaced them with the 6 inch heels my Mistress had ordered. Then I opened the dresser drawer with all of my little “toys”. I quickly pulled out several pairs of black leather cuffs. Just as quickly as I could make my fingers function I buckled cuffs tightly around my wrists, ankles and upper thighs. Then I took a pair of cuffs and buckled one on each leg just above my knee. After that I found my 3-inch wide slave collar and buckled it around my neck. Lastly, I took a slave belt and fastened it about my waist.

Returning to the living room I noticed that someone, no doubt Suzanne, had turned on my stereo and had a Mariah Cary CD playing softly. Suzanne had also lit several scented candles while turning off the lights. The soft lighting and music made for a very erotic scene. In my absence Madame Leslie had removed her dress. She was clad in only a silky black lace bra and matching throng panties. Madame Leslie presented the perfect picture of female dominance as she reclined comfortably on the sofa, propped up by a couple of pillows. Madame’s slave girl, Suzanne, looked very exciting as she knelt before Madame Leslie naked save for black seamed nylons, garter belt and heels. Suzanne's lovely titties heaved just a bit as she breathed. Her nipples were hard little nubs. Suzanne's short blonde hair seemed to shimmer in the flickering light of the candles. Kneeling as she was, knees slightly spread, wrists crossed behind her back, titties thrust well forward, and head lowered, Suzanne presented an exciting portrait of female submission.

Walking to where my Mistress sat I dropped to my knees before her. I assumed the same submissive position as Suzanne. Mistress Heather didn’t speak for a long time. As I knelt in my submissive pose I couldn’t help but hope that my ordeal would soon be over. And, looking back on it I suppose that is just what Mistress Heather wanted. As my naked body languished in it’s agony I wanted to beg for mercy, promise anything. But, of course, I had made many promises before, many, many promises. And, all those promises had been broken. That is why I was being punished so severely; I just wouldn’t learn my lesson. Finally, Mistress Heather broke the silence with her sweet sexy voice. “You have not learned a damn thing, have you, barb,” she sternly stated. She continued, not giving me a chance to answer, “you really except me stay in this pig sty.” The words hit me like a brick, I thought my home was impeccably clean. Gees, I had just vacuumed, dusted and washed the dishes. I had picked up everything and even taken out the trash. The bathrooms were spotless, what did I miss? As if she had read my mind Mistress Heather said, “There is a dirty coffee cup and spoon in your kitchen sink.” my heart sank another notch. “And,” she continued, “just look at the newspapers piled up there under the end table. The dust on the TV screen is an inch thick. And just what is that dirty paper cup doing on the coffee table?” Mistress Heather paused a moment then went on as she pointed at the clothes and sex toys I had left laying on the floor, “And, what have I said about picking up after yourself?” At this point she ordered me to stand, which I did instantly. At the same time Mistress Heather rose from the chair she had been setting in. We stood face to face, the Mistress and the naughty slave girl.

Without warning Mistress Heather slapped me hard across the face. The blow was so hard that I almost lost my balance and fell. “Please Mistress,” I dared to stammer since I didn’t know how much more I could take.

Looking directly into my eyes Mistress Heather said, “I was prepared to show you a bit of mercy but you have spoiled it.” She didn’t fool me. I could tell from the cruel smile on her lips that mercy was the last thing she had on her mind. And, I couldn’t fool myself either. For deep in my heart mercy was the last thing I wanted. Mistress Heather knew it too!! Mistress Heather knows everything.

As I stood motionless Mistress used her fingers to lightly play with my nipple clamps. Just her light touch once more sent waves of agony crashing throughout my naked body. Then my Mistress Heather coldly stated, “Don’t you dare move a muscle slut.” I braced myself for the unexpected. Without warning Mistress Heather opened the jaws of the alligator clamp that had imprisoned my left nipple all evening. And, as anyone who has worn nipple clamps for any length of time can attest, taking them off is often more painful than putting them on. my mind was suddenly scalded by the searing agony that hit my defenseless body. I screamed out loud as the pain hit me. my body jerked and shuddered in an effort to ward off the unbearable pain. Instinctively both of my hands reached for my injured nipple. Gently I tried to sooth it as best I could.

Mistress Heather only smiled and ordered, “Put your hands back this instant, slut!” With a tear in my eye I quickly complied. Taking a short leather strap from her purse Mistress Heather stepped behind me. I could feel her passing the leather strap through the rings of the wrist cuffs. As she did this Mistress Heather said, “Since you can’t follow orders on your own I will help you.” After she passed the strap through the rings in my wrist cuffs she also ran it through one of the rings in my slave collar. This forced me to raise my wrists up to the middle of my back. When Mistress Heather was satisfied with the position of my wrists she buckled the strap. Thus, my arms were trapped uselessly at the middle of my back. Finished with her little task Mistress Heather stepped back in front of me.

“Now what did I tell you before, pet?” Mistress Heather sweetly cooed as she toyed with my right nipple clamp.

“I am so sorry Mistress,” I begged. “You told me not to move.” Again I tried to brace my body and soul for the mind boggling pain that I knew was coming. But, as prepared as I was the agony was still unbearable when Mistress Heather freed my right nipple from its trap. While I did manage to control myself better this time, a short shrill shriek still gave evidence to my agony. And, yet I could feel myself getting wet all over again, odd huh? Involuntarily my imprisoned arms tried to react to my punishment, to no avail. In just a second I regained my composure, and stood perfectly still.

“Well,” Mistress Heather began to purr, “ had my little pet followed orders, I had every intention of leaving those cute little clips on the coffee table for the rest of the night. However, I think you will agree that you have failed.” As tears began to fill my eyes I could only nod my head in agreement. “SO,” Mistress Heather went on, “I decree that you will wear them for the rest of the evening.”

As Mistress Heather spoke I sensed movement off to my right, where Madame Leslie and her slave girl, Suzanne, had a front row seat to my plight. Shortly the sweet sounds of female passion began to come from that direction. I had no doubt Madame Leslie was enjoying the pleasure that Suzanne had to give her. Mistress Heather soon brought me back to reality as she snapped my left nipple clamp back in place. Every nerve in my body screamed. But, somehow I remained motionless, well almost. Then the clamp for my right nipple was snapped back into place. Bolts of red hot agony ripped through me like the very fires of hell. My knees nearly buckled, but somehow I remained standing.

“Now tell me, barb, why are you being punished tonight,” my Mistress asked.

“I ... I ... I was late, Mistress,” I somehow managed to reply. Mind numbing pain slammed into my brain like a sledgehammer, as my Mistress opened the jaws of one of my nipple clamps and immediately let it snap closed again. My tears began to flow freely as my body jerked wildly trying to fight off the awfulness of the attack.

“Spread your legs wider, slut,” was Mistress’s only comment. The pain was suddenly replaced by the pure pleasure of Mistress Heather fingering my slit. Her finger came away wet. Presenting her “fuck finger” to my lips, I began to lick it clean. As I sucked my own female juices from Mistress Heather’s finger she coldly stated, “You love this treatment, don’t you barb?”

Before I could answer Mistress Heather again opened one of my nipple clamps. “EEEWWWWWOOOOOOO,” I screamed as I twisted and jerked trying in vain to escape the searing pain. I no sooner settled down than I was forced to emit another high pitched shriek as Mistress Heather snapped the dreadful instrument back in place on my nipple. Then moved back to her chair.

“Well, bitch.”

My mind raced, ‘Well what? .... well what? ... well what was the question?’ I tried desperately to compose my thoughts. “Naa ... naa no .... no I don’t Mistress,” I finally lied. Through the inferno of agony that filled my world I noticed that Madame Leslie and her slave girl, Suzanne, were intently watching the scene being played out before them.

“Gees, that isn’t the story that your pussy tells me,” Mistress Heather smirked. And it’s true my well soaked pussy betrayed me. My quivering, gaping pussy told my darkest secret. I did love it, I craved it. Continuing, Mistress said, “In fact you almost force me punish you don’t you, barb? You go out of your way to be naughty don’t you, barb?”

“Na ... no ... no ... ye ... yes ... I yes ... I don’t know, Mistress,” I whimpered, nearly sobbing.

“Come here and kneel, bitch.” As I scrambled to comply Mistress continued, “ Why, is that, barb? Why do you love this treatment so?”

“I ... I ... I don’t know Mistress. I guess because I’m a slut,” I meekly murmured.

“Speak up, slut. I don’t believe our friends can hear you.”

“Because I’m a slut Mistress,” I repeated more confidently. I knelt with my poor abused titties thrust well out, within easy reach of Mistress Heather. Innocently she began to toy with the horrible clips that tortured me so. I instinctively shrank back. Mistress Heather gave me a hard cold look, and I summoned the courage to resume my position, with my titties pushed well forward.

my Mistress then continued to play with my nipple clips as she spoke. As she did so I began to beg, “Please, please ... no more ... Mistress I’m begging ....you ... please ... have mercy ... I can’t take ... I can’t take anymore.” SNAP and just that fast a clamp was opened. And, before my body could react, SNAP, the clip bit back into my puffy and swollen nipple. The shriek that escaped my lips was ear piecing.

“you will TAKE exactly what I give you, slut,” Mistress Heather hissed.

“OOOooohhhh god, please have mercy, Mistress,” as I pleaded Mistress Heather continued to twirl her finger about my injured nipples.

“You love this don’t you, barb?”

“Y ... ye ... yes .... Mistress I .... I love it.”

“Why do you love it, barb?”

“I ... I ... I ... I’m a slut ... because I’m .... because I’m a slut .... Mistress.”

“And just whose slut are you, dear sweet barb?”

“Yo ... your slut, Mistress ... I’m your slut ... your slave slut.”

“And as my slut you’ll take any punishment I feel you need in order to make you a better slave correct?”

“Yes ... yes Mistress, any punishment at all, Mistress.” In the wink of an eye Mistress Heather OPENED and then let CLOSED both of my nipple clamps. The evil steel teeth of the alligator clamps showed my abused nubs no mercy at all. I screamed out my sheer agony. My bondage held me tight as I hopelessly violently withered and twisted trying in vein to escape the awful unbearable pain. I fell over onto my side. One of my nipple clamps roughly hit the floor as I flopped over and sent new shows of red-hot agony streaking through my body. Or was it pleasure, I don’t know, I just don’t know.

“Now my pet,” Mistress Heather began again, “you have 15 minutes to make this dump you call a home presentable. Do you understand?” I could only nod my head. Taking a hold on my upper arm Mistress Heather forced me to stand and turn around. Then she freed my arms from their bondage. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief she reattached the strap in such a way that my wrists were bound together. I was left with about 4 inches of slack between my wrists but they were still bound behind my back. This limited freedom would make my tasks quite difficult, but not impossible. With that Mistress Heather gave me a slap on my bare ass and told me to get busy, the clock was ticking.

And busy I certainly did get. Quickly I walked over and knelt beside the clothes I had left laying on the living room floor. It was difficult, as I had predicted, to pick them up with my hands locked behind my back as they were, but I did manage to reach them. And, at the same time I picked up the little sex toys that had so recently stuffed me. Then I picked up the paper cup from the coffee table. On my way to the bathroom I dropped the cup in the kitchen trash container. Then I walked directly to the clothes hamper in my bathroom and deposited the clothes. Returning to the kitchen, I placed the ass plug and vibrator in a plastic bucket under the sink where they would stay until I had a chance to clean them. With some difficulty I was able to open the dishwasher and with some more effort got the coffee cup and spoon out of the sink. Then I placed the offending objects in the dishwasher and closed the door. As you might imagine it took a little more effort to get my dust rag and cleaner out from under the sink. But I did manage. I walked into the living room and began to clean the screen of the television. If you have never dusted with your hands locked behind your back, then you are in for a treat, yes, a real treat. It took a little longer than I expected but I was finally able to get out all of the streaks. While I was dusting I couldn’t help but notice that Suzanne's head was buried between Madame Leslie’s beautiful legs. Mistress Heather was watching me closely from her chair. Patiently tapping her foot as I toiled away. After I put away my dusting things I walked back into the living room and began to gather up the newspapers that had been piling up for a week or more. Bound as I was it took me three trips to get them all moved to the garage, where they belonged. When I finally finished I returned to Mistress Heather’s side and knelt. To my surprise Mistress Heather actually had a smile on her lovely lips; a genuine and affectionate smile. As I submissively knelt by her side Mistress Heather reached out and played with my shoulder length black hair. Then she actually patted my head and said, “Well done, barb. Maybe there is hope for you yet. I think a reward is in order.”

Mistress Heather noticed as I glanced down at my swollen and puffy nipples. Mistress Heather uttered a bit of a laugh and said, “Oh no, dear girl, a reward for me not, you. I deserve a reward, don’t you think, for all the time I have spent training you. And, maybe, just maybe that training is starting to pay off.” Mistress Heather’s words were soothing to my inner being, ‘I was actually pleasing her’. But, I also knew that her reward most likely meant continued aguish for me.