Lisa Learns to Love Ch. 03

Charlotte then told the others that Ruth had some outstanding business with Jane. Lisa didn't catch the exact details and guessed that they weren't the point anyway. They decide to use the T-bar, whatever that was. Lisa watched as Christine and Sally brought out another strange contraption. It looked like a leather log, about nine inches in diameter, with a cross piece attached at one end. The other end rested on a trestle about three feet from the floor. The ends of the crosspiece were fitted with chains which arranged to run through hooks in the ceiling. Most sinister of all was a dildo, attached like a vicious hook, near the trestle end.

Christine and Sally helped Jane out of her dress, chemise, petticoats and bloomers. She was then laid face down along the length of the log and her wrists strapped to the ends of the crosspiece. The chains were the tightened lifting the crosspiece upwards until the log was steeply angled. Even with her wrists strapped tight, Jane began to slide down the log towards the dildo. Lisa could see Jane hanging on tight to hold herself up. As she started to slip backwards Charlotte guided her down onto the dildo. With a grunt Jane relaxed her grip and slipped the last few inches, impaled by the contraption. Ruth and Susan, each holding a paddle, then took position, one either side. As they set to Jane began to squirm against the log. Although she was obviously suffering, the growing redness of her buttocks a telling testimony, she was equally obviously turned on by the log and the dildo rubbing against her. She was pulling against the cross bar, grunting rhythmically, easing herself up and down, up and down. As Ruth and Susan increased the tempo so did Jane. Her grunts turned to animal cries, to shouts until with a cry of "YES, YES,YES" she climaxed and collapsed.

As she was released Jane fell to the floor and shuffled over to Ruth.

"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you." She hugged Ruth's legs.

Once again Charlotte addressed the group. "Now ladies, it's lottery time. Lisa, Ruth and Jane have had their fun so it's five balls in the bag."

Judy handed went over to a bench where she picked up a black velvet bag and put five balls in it. She handed it to Charlotte who passed it round the group, each taking a ball in turn.

"I've got number one." Christine almost squeaked with excitement.

"And I've got number five." Charlotte said ruefully. "How do you want me?"

"Well, Miss High and Mighty, off with those clothes for a start." Charlotte began to undress as Christine arranged some shackles hanging from the ceiling by a chain. Judy came over and sat beside Lisa to watch the show.

"What's going on?" asked Lisa.

"We always end like this, it adds a bit of spice. Whoever gets the number one ball gets to do whatever they please with whoever gets the highest number. It helps mix the group up a bit."

As Charlotte disrobed she revealed that she was also in old-fashioned underwear, this time 50's style. Christine stopped her when she was down to her corset and stockings.

"That will do." She fetched a leg spreader and attached it to Charlotte's ankles. Then she fastened the shackles to Charlotte's wrists and adjusted the chain so that Charlotte's body was held taught between floor and ceiling.

"Very pretty." Christine stood face to face with Charlotte, reached down and began to play with her. "What shall we do now?" she mused.

It was apparent that Charlotte was already aroused; she was squirming against Christine's hand and had a far away look in her eyes. Christine played with her for a while and then withdrew her hand. She licked her fingers thoughtfully.

"The flogger, I think." She went and fetched one from where they hung on the wall. She returned and slowly started to circle Charlotte. From time to time she would flick a stroke at the hanging figure. Sometimes on her thighs, sometimes on her buttocks, sometimes on her breasts. The more Charlotte became aroused the more Christine upped the tempo. Charlotte's gasps grew more and more urgent. Suddenly Christine stood back and stopped.

"That's got you nicely warmed up. Sally? Would you do the honours, please?"

Sally needed no second urging. She scooted down in front of Charlotte and started kissing her groin. She started at the tops of the thighs kissing in a line back and forward across the upper edge of Charlotte's pubic hair. Charlotte's haughty demeanour had already slipped but with this merciless teasing the animal inside was being released. In vain she thrust herself forward, twisting and squirming, trying to get Sally where she wanted her, where she needed her. Sally grasped her thighs to hold her steady.

"You see, you're just as randy as the rest of us," Christine mocked. "You need to come don't you?"

"Yes, yes please."

"Yes, please what?"

"Yes please, I need to come."

Christine returned to the flogging but this time she concentrated on the buttocks. Sally took this as her cue to concentrate on the centre of Charlotte's pleasure. In moments her grunts turned to moans, turned to cries. Whether they were cries of pain or pleasure, or maybe both, Lisa could only speculate. Sally hands gripped tighter, her nails digging into Charlotte's flesh.

"Oh please! Oh please! Ohhh, Sally" Charlotte gasped, went rigid and then limp. The chain was released and she collapsed to the floor in a heap with Sally.

Whilst Charlotte was resting Christine went over to the throne and sat down.

"Now come here and thank me," she ordered when Charlotte had recovered.

Charlotte, hampered by the leg spreader and shackled wrists, struggled across the floor. As she approached Christine lifted her dress and Charlotte buried her head beneath it. Christine reached down and grabbed Charlotte's head, pulling it into her.

"Harder, harder, yes there! Come on, bitch, lick me!" Christine's passion was intense and urgent. "Yes! Yes! Yessss..."

As Christine came she pushed Charlotte to the floor and flung herself back in the throne. For a few moments there was silence. Then Christine crouched down beside Charlotte and kissed her long and hard. Breaking the kiss at last she released Charlotte from her chains.

"Well, I don't know about you but I could do with a drink," Charlotte told the group as she stood back up. They all returned to the lounge and settled down with fresh glasses of wine. Now the atmosphere was completely different. The tension had gone and, although there was a definite sexual frisson in the air, mistress and slave relaxed together as equals. Charlotte and Jane were still mostly undressed and Lisa still had her dress rolled up behind her. Sally was curled up on Charlottes' lap as Charlotte idly played with the padlock between her legs. Apart from that it could have been any group of women relaxing together.

Later, after they had seen the last couple out, Judy came up to Lisa an hugged her.

"Well, my sweet, how are you feeling?"

"Ready for bed. Can we clear up in the morning?"

"Of course. But that's not what I meant, and you know it. How do you feel now you're a member of the club?"

"That was amazing. I'm not sure I could do it every time but..." Words failed her.

"I know. It can all be a bit much first time and we didn't go easy on you, did we? Anyway, who says it will be your turn next week?"

"That's true," Lisa replied. "But what about you? What about Sally and Susan? It seems a bit unfair. I just had the most fantastic orgasm and you've had nothing."

"My turn will come, maybe next week, maybe the week after. That's the way it goes and you too will have to learn to take your turn. Anyway, if you're so concerned about me why don't we go to bed and you can do something about it?"

"Oooh, yes please." And hand in hand they went off upstairs.