Capitulation.

Fiona reached out and Nicole felt the long tails drape lightly across her raised stomach, the filaments trailing between her legs and over her hairless pussy. For the next few minutes it was dragged slowly and gently across her entire naked body, catching on her hardened nipples and sliding between her thighs until she was quite literally panting with expectation.

'I've been practising with this.' Fiona told Nicole, making a statement intended to reassure sound ominous instead. 'I even tried it on myself, so I know it works.'

'Then for God's sake try it on me as well' Nicole's screamed silently at Fiona, adrenalin generated by fear mixing with arousal to make her desperately need to feel it on her skin.

Fiona lifted the flogger and with a quick flip sent the tails flicking across Nicole's abdomen, stinging the skin and making her yelp with sudden pain.

'Nice?' Fiona asked.

Nicole nodded. 'Yes, thank you, Mistress Fiona. Beautiful.' It was too.

The flogger came down again, this time the tails flicking the upper surfaces of Nicole's thighs. Nicole yelped again, the hurt cruel and sharp on her legs. Again and again it rose and fell, each stroke a quick flick finding a different part of Nicole's body to torment, until she was wriggling and squirming, trying desperately to avoid the sting of the thin suede strips. She was burning hot, her skin pink and striped from neck to knee a willing victim of a systematic flogging that suddenly ceased, ending as abruptly as it had begun.

Nicole burst into tears, sobbing and gasping, her breathing ragged and shallow and her tears streaming down her cheeks. She wasn't sure why she was crying, especially now the ordeal was ended, all she knew was that she was feverishly hot, aroused to the point where all control had gone. She wanted to come, she was desperate to come and only a hairs breadth away from getting there.

'Did you like that?' Fiona asked.

Nicole licked her lips and nodded hastily. 'Yes thank you Mistress Fiona.' Her voice was half way from a gasp to a croak.

'Has it made you feel horny?'

Nicole knew at that moment that her wetness had been noticed and she felt good inside.

'Yes Mistress Fiona, it has.'

'Would you like me to help you to come now?'

Nicole felt a sudden stab of anxiety. How was she to come? Was There something else, equally fiendish, awaiting? But then, she needed a climax no matter how it came.

'Yes please, Mistress Fiona.'

Fiona smiled, looking in knowing triumph at Geraldine, standing all but forgotten by the other side of the bed.

'Very well.'

Fiona turned and put the flogger on the top of the chest and returned to the bed empty handed. Alarm spread though Nicole once more, she had somehow expected Fiona to use a vibrator or some other toy, but it was clear that this was not to be. Nor, in the end, was it to be the obvious alternative.

Fiona sat on the bed beside Nicole and gazed thoughtfully at her face, making no attempt to do anything except smile faintly. Nicole's mind was a maelstrom of thoughts, and she was sure that Fiona was playing on the fact. She tugged at her restraints, scared of what might be done to her, but needing every second of it.

Fiona's hand reached out towards Nicole's pussy and Nicole held her breath as it settled over her mons, cupping the shaved pussy in her palm.

'Ready to come?' Fiona teased her, understanding and playing on her qualms.

'Yes Mistress Fiona. I'm ready.' The words came readily from her mouth through her overwhelming urge to climax. Her pussy was throbbing with the power of it.

Fiona settled her hand on Nicole's naked pubes, the heel resting against her pubic bone, and lifted her fingers away from her pussy. For a second or two she paused like that, seeing and enjoying the uncertainties on Nicole's eyes, and then she brought her fingers down in a sudden sharp rap on Nicole's highly sensitized clitoris. Nicole's body jumped and a yelp of surprise escaped her lips.

Nicole had never thought of smacking her clitoris, and so it was an entirely new and wonderful experience. She could feel her body responding to the very appropriate technique as Fiona's fingertips beat a tattoo on the little nubbin. It wasn't painful, just intense and her orgasm was very soon building higher, rapidly and powerfully.

'You may come if you wish.'

Fiona's permission was just what was needed to finish the job. There would have been no way that Nicole could have held back, but the verbal consent allowed her to let go in a far less inhibited manner. She cried out noisily, almost screaming as her orgasm finally exploded inside her. She jerked and twisted against her fastenings, her stomach bucking and juddering as if trying to shake Fiona's tapping fingers free. Her arms strained to be free, nails clamped against palms, and her legs attempted to bend and straighten all at once as her body tried to cope with the overload of sensation. Rat-a-tat-tat. Fiona's fingertips continued their rhythm all the time that Nicole's orgasm lasted, only finally coming to rest when Nicole slumped back onto the mound of pillows, gasping and trembling and from time to time shaking with the aftershocks of her most powerful orgasm ever.

Fiona sat on the edge of the bed, a half smile on her face and her hand still resting over Nicole's pubes, enjoying the satisfaction of what she had done, and the sensation of Nicole's shaved skin under her palm. She let her hand remain stationary for a moment or two, and then began to softly massage Nicole's pussy, not making any attempt to penetrate, but just gently squeezing and manipulating her labia, her eyes fastened to Nicole's face until she was sure that the still slightly anxious Nicole was not intending to object.

Nicole felt too exhausted to move, her body throbbed from her orgasm and stung from her spanking, and in any case she was still tied to the bed. She was aware of Fiona's hand on her pussy, but it didn't seem to matter, even when the hand began to quietly play with her. She moaned and unthinkingly opened her legs as far as her restraints would let her, looking up and finding blue eyes smiling down at her as the hand played gently between her legs. What a way to have spent an afternoon.

'Thanks, Fiona. That was fucking fantastic.'

'It is still Mistress Fiona, if you don't mind. I don't remember either of us saying we'd finished with you yet.'

Nicole's heart, already pounding from her climax, leapt at the rebuke. What more was there to come, what more could she stand?

'I'm sorry, Mistress Fiona. I thought we had finished.'

'We have not, and we will tell you when we have. Be careful you do not earn a harsher punishment.'

'Yes, Mistress Fiona. I'm sorry.'

Fiona took her hand away and stood up, leaving Nicole watching her walk to her chest of drawers with a strange sense of loss. This time it was what appeared at first to be some sort of black material on an elastic strap, until Nicole realised that it was actually a blindfold. Fiona came back to the bed and lifted Nicole's head, and the last thing she saw as the blindfold was applied was Fiona turning to speak to Geraldine.

'Do you want to pop downstairs and fetch the bucket up, please Geraldine?'

Footsteps padded across the bedroom and out through the door. More alarm, more apprehension. What bucket? And what on earth could they want a bucket for. Nicole was suddenly very, very aware of how vulnerable she was bent backwards and naked over a pile of pillows. She shivered, instantly blaming it on sweat from her orgasm cooling her skin, and waited in the ominous silence of the bedroom until she heard the footsteps return.

Strange into the darkness of her blindfold Nicole listened, straining her ears for any hint of what was to come, and what they needed the damn bucket for. But she heard nothing to give her a clue, no sound of a bucket being put on the floor, no sound of water sloshing, only a short whispered conversation of which she understood nothing. Footsteps again, but this time paddling softly around the bed, one set to each side, and then silence. She waited with fear crawling up her spine.

A sudden drop of ice cold water landed on her breast. Then nothing. And then once more cold water dribbled over her skin. What was happening? This was obviously something to do with that bucket, but what. Another gap, another wait, and then a droplet of water landed her nipple, this time followed by a new sensation as an ice cube was applied directly to her overheated nipple. She gasped in shocked pleasure as it circled her areole, her brain suddenly understanding that it was an ice-bucket that had been referred to. She almost laughed out loud at her own stupidity, and probably would have done in different circumstances and if the ice had not been sending shivers of delight down her spine.

She wondered hazily who was holding the ice cube, but it didn't really matter, all she was concerned with was the fabulous feeling as it moved in ever increasing circles around her breast until almost the whole of the mound was beautifully chilled. Now a second ice cube joined the first, circling her other breast until she moaned softly with pleasure.

Then it stopped. The ice cubes were very abruptly lifted away and she was left wondering what had happened. For long moments there was nothing, and then, just as suddenly, more ice. This time sliding over her belly, two separate pieces following separate journeys around her skin, their paths taking them all over her torso, cooling where she had earlier been flogged, arousing where she had not. Ice slid over her abdomen, up and around her breasts, along her arms, onto her neck and then down again, right down and onto her thighs. Sometimes one would be at her breasts while the other was just skirting her pubic mound, and sometimes they would work together, sliding along the inside of her thighs, turning swiftly away when they came close to her pussy and rising to loop around her hips. She was now writhing slowly, gyrating her hips as much as the restraints would allow, soft moans escaping her lips.

Then once again everything stopped and she was left in the same delicious but frustrating limbo. Again she lay bewildered, wanting more, needing more, but unsure where it was heading. Then once again a Mistress struck without warning. This time the ice cube was placed directly against her clit, the sudden cold giving it an absolutely electrifying sensation, before being removed, again without warning and leaving her once more in suspense.

The next time ice touched her skin was on her labia, two cubes, one sliding up and down each side, grazing the top of her thigh and the softly sensitive skin of her vulva until the cold became painful and melt water trickled down her crack. Once more she was unable to prevent herself from moaning, so intense was the feeling. She tried to open her legs wider, straining against her tethers, trying to mutely hint that she still wanted more.

Yet again the ice was suddenly removed, but this time Nicole knew it would return and the sense of loss and desperation wasn't so intense. She simply lay and waited, her pelvis slowly rotating and her hips rising and falling in invitation.

The ice, a single cube this time, came down on her clit, pushed hard against it and held there unmoving. She gasped at the strength of the cold and then, as it grew more numbingly intense, she began to whimper, tiny cries of distress and fear. In her head the image of her frostbitten clitoris began to frighten her. Once more rivulets of melt water ran down her slit, chilling her pussy and even dribbling coldly around her anus. It had begun to hurt, to really hurt, when it was moved. Not lifted this time, just moved, slowly and purposefully the cube, smaller now, was pushed down her slit until it found the entrance to her vagina. She gasped as she understood what was intended, and then shivering fearfully as it was pushed into her, two investigating fingers making sure it went in beyond recovery.

The fingers went away and she was alone on the bed again, her skin feeling the chill dampness of the ice soothing the heat of her flogging. The twin sensations stoking her need again, the acute coldness of the ice within her passage simply adding to her resurfacing arousal.

Without warning came something new. Just above her naval something stung with the power to make her cry out. It was both pain and pleasure, on the limit where intense mind-blowing pleasure gives way to searing pain. It came again, a little higher, making her groan heavily as her arousal turned the hurt into ecstasy. A third time, a little to the side, making her twist and pull against her bindings. God, this was so good. A fourth time, and then almost immediately, a fifth. She shouted from the pain, but now, as she began to be acclimatised, she suddenly understood. It was candle wax. Someone was dripping candle was straight onto her naked skin, perhaps that was what the lighted candles had been for all the time that she'd thought them there just for effect. It came again, and she was sure. Her pain was heat, heat that came within a hairs breadth of burning. It was the opposite to the sensation of cold that she could still feel within her, and much more intense.

It came again, this time on her thigh, and she found she wanted it. She was waiting for the next spot, wondering where it would land, hoping it would be somewhere tender -- but not too tender she told herself, thinking of her already cold abused clitoris. The possibility of yet another orgasm was conceived at that moment.

The spots of wax began to fall faster, maybe now from two candles. And just like the ice before it, the wax was spotted all over her body as candles were moved around as they dripped. Each new spot brought another little gasp, another moan of pleasure. Sometimes the spots ran together as someone tipped the candle sending a little stream of molten wax cascading onto her skin and making her cry out with the extra intensity. Liquid fire rained down on her, on her belly, her arms, her breasts and her thighs, even, on a couple of occasions, on her pussy, making her screech loudly from the pain of it.

She was hurting, twisting and contorting as she made herself cope with it, taking pleasure in it, hating it, and fearing it all at the same time. The idea of damage flitted through her mind, of scarring perhaps, but it didn't seem to matter. Whatever happened would be worth it for the ultimate sensations she was enjoying, and yes, she was enjoying them. God, she felt so fucking horny. The pain was translating directly into arousal. She was stronger than it was. She could take it and turn it into pleasure, into a rapidly growing need for sexual release.

Finally it ended, and though she waited in hope and expectation, no more wax fell on her eager skin. She lay panting and writhing, still coping with the stinging in her skin, hurting like hell but waiting willingly for whatever came after that.

For a few minutes nothing did, she was allowed to rest and get some of her breath back. But then she felt someone take hold of each ankle, releasing the straps that held them before moving to do the same to her wrists. Automatically Nicole rubbed her wrists.

'Stand up.'

A hand took hold of her arm to steady her as she stood beside it, still trembling from her heightened emotions. She could hear someone moving about, perhaps moving the pillows, and then she was guided back.

'Sit there.'

She sat on the edge and waited as patiently as her needy body would allow her. Strange noises filled the room, a drawer opened and closed and she heard a rustling fumble beside her. Unable to make any sense of them at all she simply shrugged her mental shoulders and waited.

'Right.' This was Geraldine's voice. 'Kneel on the bed, hands and knees with your behind raised.'

That put her back roughly into her first position and she braced herself for another spanking, knowing how often she had been reprimanded and how often she had made a noise without permission. But once again she had things wrong.

She became suddenly aware that she could feel something hard and cold sliding along her raised cleft, seeking her entrance. She held herself rigid; wondering what was happening but knowing she would have to submit to anything they wanted to do to her. Whatever it was found her vagina and pushed a little way inside, stretching her open as it did so.

Suddenly she thought she understood. It was a vibrator that Geraldine was trying to push into her, but such a big one that her slippery wet passage was having to expand just to accommodate it. She had often used a vibrator on herself when the need arose, but never had anyone else used on one her, especially one so big. When it's on, Nicole thought to herself, smiling inwardly at her own silliness, it'll shake me to bits.

Geraldine pushed another inch or so into Nicole, making her wince and gasp, instinctively wanting to pull away.

'Hold still.' Fiona's voice came unexpectedly softly from beside her. 'I like this one and so will you.'

Geraldine pushed it a little further into her, until her hand wrapped around the shaft came up against Nicole's labia. She felt a flash of disappointment that it barely seemed long enough if that was all of it. It was hardly anything special except for its girth. But then Geraldine took her hand away and the vibe stayed in place. For a split second Nicole wondered how, and then everything became wonderfully clear. Geraldine's hands gripped at her hips and pulled her back onto the shaft of what was actually not a vibrator but a strap-on dildo. She felt its entire length sink into her until the base was pressed against her crack as Geraldine shuffled forward into position. She groaned involuntarily, feeling Geraldine's hands gripping her hips, holding her immobile and ready to be fucked.

Geraldine drew back and began to thrust into her, long powerful thrusts that sent the entire length of the dildo in and out of Nicole's overstretched pussy, making her groan each time from both the pleasure of being dildo fucked and the discomfort of taking such a large object. Nicole gasped, feeling Geraldine's hips slam into her bottom, still tender from being spanked. Fiona was right, she did like it, her pussy was soaking wet and the dildo had gone in without any real effort, and that budding orgasm was still there in the background.

Geraldine began to speed up, thrusting faster and harder, gripping Nicole firmly and holding her still, concentrating on the unfamiliar movement. Nicole surrendered to her sexual need, letting Geraldine fuck her and slowly beginning to enjoy the sensation of the artificial cock sliding in and out of her without worrying too much who was behind it.

'Is that good?'

'Yes Mistress Fiona. Thank you Mistress Fiona.'

'I don't think it's me you need to thank.' Fiona chuckled as she watched her friend thrusting the strap-on deep into Nicole's pussy.

'Thank you, Mistress Geraldine.' Her voice was beginning to sound strained.

'That's all right.' Geraldine answered breathlessly. 'You may come when you're ready.'

'Thank you Mistress Geraldine.'

Geraldine was going much faster, plunging the dildo into Nicole, the tops of her thighs slamming into the still tender cheeks of Nicole's bottom as she fucked her, her breathing becoming heavier both from the effort and its effect.

Nicole pushed back, setting up a matching rhythm of her own, her breasts swinging beneath her and rubbing her nipples against the bed to add to her enjoyment. Her climax was very close now, and it crossed her mind that once again she was being made to come by another woman. This time she didn't mind, she welcomed the fact, knowing that if anything it seemed only to add to her embarrassment and through that to her arousal.