Jacey

[Sandra B]

Chapter 29.  A Cunning Plan Realised.

I’m not proud of my part in this episode.  I realise now that my desire to humiliate is just as great as the submissive’s desire to be humiliated.  Both of us are fuelled by a deep sexual yearning, arising from god knows where.  We are two sides of the same coin.  We should have the strength of will to resist our worst inclinations, but we don’t.  I try to excuse my behaviour and justify my indulgence by remembering Blake’s remark, that “those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.”  I admit that my feelings of guilt can’t be powerful enough to moderate my behaviour, that I am most elated when it is most indulged.  I am a sinner who at heart prefers sin to purity, who has few moral scruples when it comes to sex.  I only hope there are some areas of my spirit that are prepared to sacrifice self to the good of others.  I hope my love for Debbie is not itself wholly selfish.  Debbie!  I remembered that she would have been seeing Andrew this week.  With all the stuff going on I had rather put him and Steve out of my mind.  But I was going round after the party and we’d be able to catch up.

In any case, I shall relate what happened, and be truthful about my part in it, and the reader must judge me as he or she will.  Tracey and I took control.  We took a cushion from one of the armchairs and placed it in front of another armchair for Sarah to kneel on.  Then we assembled the volunteers – there were four at first, including Jayne – and selected the order of priority by tossing a coin.  The winner was a lady called Chloe.  She was already wearing a black minidress, so all she needed to do was to remove her panties, which she did without the slightest sign of self-consciousness.  But I guess we all had drunk enough by that time to have lost most of our inhibitions.  She took her seat in the armchair and threw her legs over the arms.  Tracey led Sarah to the cushion and we helped her kneel.  She hesitated for a moment, but Chloe reached own and gently pulled Sarah’s head between her legs.
“Don’t be shy, darling.  You know you want to…”
As Sarah went about her duties, a fascinated silence fell upon the room.  She placed her hands on Chloe’s thighs, and buried her face between them.  After a minute or two, Chloe began to emit faint sighs, and liquid sounds emanated from below.  Sarah was working enthusiastically, her head bobbing up and down, her face pressed ever deeper into Chloe’s pussy.  The climax wasn’t long in coming.  Chloe gave a sudden groan, her head fell back, and she cried out a series of little “oh”s, while her muscles tightened and whole body shook and trembled.  When she finally relaxed, her eyes still closed, a smile of satisfaction spread across her face.
“Oh my god….that was…..amazing….”
“Eight minutes,” someone said.
Sarah withdrew her face, glistening with Chloe’s juices, and sat back on her haunches.  She stared at the floor, apparently overcome with embarrassment.  But she had little time for modesty.  Even while Chloe was struggling to her feet, the next in line was taking her place, to cries of encouragement from the guests.
“Go, Josie!”  “We’re timing you, dear.  Bet you can’t beat eight minutes!”
Josie slid down in the chair, forcing Sarah to go down on all fours.  I wasn’t sure I could cope with more, and my arousal was making me long to be with Debbie.  I left the room and called her. 
“Darling.  It’s me.  How are you?”
“J!  How’s the party going?  I’ve just finished at the clinic.”
“How was it with Andrew?”
“Oh, I think he’s coming along nicely.  I’ll tell you all about it later.”
“OK.  I suppose you don’t feel up to coming over?  It’s pretty wild here.”
At that moment there was a scream of orgasm from the lounge.
“What was that?”
“One of the girls.  Sarah’s entertaining them, if you know what I mean.”
“Really?  I’d like to see that, but I’m so tired….  I need to freshen up and have a drink.  I think I’ll stay here and wait for you.”
“Fine.  Jayne said you’d had a busy week.  Can’t wait to see you.”
“Me too…”
“Debbie?”
“Yes, J?”
“You don’t mind that I do this stuff, do you?”
“Darling, we talked about this the other night.  Of course not.  You’re providing a service, just like me.  I don’t make judgements about what people choose to do, unless it’s harming someone.”
“You know I love you, don’t you?  I mean, not just because you’re beautiful and sexy, but for yourself, for all the things we’ve talked about.”  To be honest, I was feeling a little guilty that I was here, and not with her.  That my sexuality wasn’t entirely devoted to my lover.
“I do know it, J.  And I love you wholly as well.  I believe we are truly sympathetic, not just in a physical sense, but in every way, spiritually and intellectually, if that doesn’t sound pretentious. Every person is a mind and a body welded into one – a single entity.  And you are yourself, and I love that self as I love my own self.  I’m not going to say more than I love myself, which stupid people sometimes do.  It may be that I would sacrifice myself for you, but I’m only going to say what I feel at this moment, with no false exaggeration – that to me, you and I are one.”
“Dear Debbie…”
“Now go and enjoy the party.  I need a drink, and the guests need your leadership, I’m sure.  Do what you feel, but just make sure you’re hot for me when you get home!”
“Ok,”  I laughed, “you need have no worries about that!  See you later, Debs.”
“Bye, J.” 
That short conversation was enough.  I felt revivified, exhilarated.  As I made my way down the corridor I heard a familiar voice cry, “Oh, god, yes!  Don’t stop!  Please don’t stop!”  Jayne!  I hurried in, just in time to witness her climax.  She was biting her lip, her eyes tight shut and her mop of black hair quivering.  Shock after shock ran through her body before she eventually collapsed, gasping, her hands hanging down the sides of the chair.
I heard someone remark, admiringly, “Wow.  She lasted nearly eleven minutes.  That’s the record so far.”
Jayne had sat up, and was cuddling Sarah.
“You the best lover I ever had, darling!  I wish you was mine!”
Everyone laughed.  But I was already planning the final act in this little drama.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 30.  Living Doll.

When all who wanted had had their way with our little maid, and Jayne had fully recovered from her exertions, I helped my friend out of the room, away from the noise of drunken laugher.  Sarah herself had been lifted back on her feet, and was standing awkwardly in the midst of the guests, her makeup smudged, her hair dishevelled, uncertain of what was required of her now, the butt of everyone’s jibes, jokes and gropes.
“Jayne.  How are you feeling?”
“I swear, J, that was, like, the best orgasm I’ve ever had!  Who needs a man when she’s available?”
“Good, eh?  She really throws herself into it, doesn’t she?”
“Right in!”
“Look.  I have an idea.  Let’s get her out of there and get her cleaned up.  Then we could….”
My voice sank to a whisper.  A few moments later we were leading Sarah back down to the bedroom.
“Come on, darling.  Let’s get you sorted out.  Are you all right?”
“Yes, thank you, miss.  Though my jaw is aching a bit, and my lips feel funny.”
“Yes. They’re a bit swollen, that’s all.  Not surprising, really.”
“Was my…performance satisfactory, miss?”
“Satisfactory?” chimed in Jayne.  “Spectacular is the word that comes to mind.”

Once back in the bedroom, I relieved Sarah of her panties and the butt-plug.  She gave a sigh of relief. 
“I think that was too big for me, miss.  My butt feels weird!”
“You poor thing!  Never mind.  I think I have something that will help.  I had a tube of soft cream in my bag, which had been in the fridge at home.  It was still quite cold.  I pressed it against her butt and squeezed some in.  She sighed.
“Aah.  That’s nice!  Thank you miss!”
“Good.  I think we can dispense with these now, don’t you?”  I put her sticky panties in a plastic bag and stowed them away.
Jayne tied a bib around her neck, removed her earrings, and washed her face and hair.  She used a bright pink hair-dye and brushed and dried her hair simultaneously to give it plenty of volume.  Then she applied a white foundation power to Sarah’s face and neck.  She was already looking pretty eye catching.  She stared at herself in the mirror.
“I look like a doll, miss!  What are you doing?”
“Have patience, dear.  You’ll soon see.”
Next, Jayne applied a pair of insanely long false eyelashes, and a hint of pink eye shadow.  She gave Sarah’s lips a coating of beautifully shiny neon-pink gloss, and replaced her pink earrings.
“I’m very pink again,” remarked Sarah.
“Nearly as pink as the décor,” laughed Jayne, “but I haven’t quite finished yet.”
She searched her makeup box and finally produced a compact containing a bright pink powder blusher.  She proceeded to apply this to Sarah’s whitened cheeks using a careful, circular motion, until she had two little pink roses, and Sarah’s face looked for all the world just like that of a child’s doll!
“There!  What do you think?”
“You’re so clever, Jayne.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes…” she replied, uncertainly.  “It makes me feel sort of…funny.”
“Good funny or bad funny?”
“Oh, good funny.  I feel sort of…perfect – you know, like a brand new toy, still in the box.”
“Just waiting to be played with,” I suggested.  I think Sarah blushed, but it was impossible to tell.
“Now, where’s that collar and leash?” said Jayne.  “Oh, here it is.  Hold still.  You’re going to need this too.”
Bella’s leash had been discarded when we first dressed Sarah, but I needed it back on for the successful execution of my plan.  And one final thing from my bag of accessories.  I fastened the collar and let the lead hand down in front.  It had a little loop at the end.  Perfect.  Then I picked up my bag from the floor next to the bed.
“A special little treat for you, darling,” I cooed.  “I hope you like it.” 
I took out a the pièce de resistance, a red ball gag on a padded pink strap.  The ball was of Sorbo rubber, with a glossy skin, so that, although it was on the large side, it was not unyielding.  I wanted Sarah to be dumb, but comfortable.  She gasped when she caught sight of it.
“Now, dear, look in the mirror while I put it on you.  Open wide, there’s a good girl.  That’s right.  In it goes.  Goodness, it only just fits, doesn’t it?  Can you talk?  No?  Perfect!”
I fastened the strap firmly behind her head, and tucked in the end.  She was staring at herself in the mirror, her eyes almost as wide as her mouth.  Her shiny pink lips were stretched around the shiny red ball in the prettiest way.  She no longer looked like a child’s toy – more like a sex doll!
“I just need to refasten your hands.”
Sarah obediently put her hands behind her back, and I tied them with the ribbon as before.  Now everything was ready.  Jayne went ahead, I picked up my bag, and when I led Sarah back into the lounge, she had already opened the French doors and turned on the patio lights, as I had asked.  As we entered the chatter stopped abruptly and there was a chorus of surprised exclamations, punctuated with a couple of delighted screams.  Without comment, I led Sarah out onto the brightly lit patio.  I turned her round so that she was facing her audience, and then, kneeling down, I linked her ballet boots together – but before I did so, I pulled on the leash, forcing her to bend forward, and slipped the steel link through the loop.  I stood up.  Perfect!  She was now bent forward from the waist at an angle of about sixty degrees, her hands tied behind her, and quite unable to move or take a step.  The boots elevated her nicely, so that her ass was not merely easily accessible, but, I would say, irresistible.  I left her there for the others to examine while I went back to the bedroom to get a couple of things.  When I returned she was already being probed by inquisitive fingers. 
“Look, she’s actually oozing creamy stuff from here,” someone was saying.
“What you got?” asked Jayne.
I produced the strap-on and the vibrator.  Everyone stared for a moment.  Michelle was the first to fall in.
“Me first!  Mr first!  Please!”
So young Michelle got first go.  Her friends helped her buckle up the harness, and roll on a condom, while Sam took charge of the vibrator.  Sarah, from her restricted position, strained to watch what was going on, her eyes wide with alarm.
“You’ve got a choice!” laughed Sam, as Michelle took up her position behind the quivering Sarah.  “Which one you gonna start with?”
“Hmm,” said Michelle, thoughtfully laying a finger on her cheek, “maybe…maybe this one?  The creamy one?  It should be nice and slippery inside.”

That was six months ago.  I’ll leave what followed to your imagination.  Suffice it to say everyone enjoyed that night, perhaps not least Sarah herself.  Oh, apart from Bella, of course.  She wasn’t seen till late the next day, with an aching head and a grumpy face.  Just before dawn the last guest fell asleep, draped over the arm of a chair.  The next day Sarah went home with Jayne, never to return to her previous mistress.  I went home to Debbie – Doctor Cavendish – and I’ve been there ever since.  We support each other in our professions.  I’m still part-time, and I got my place at uni in Nottingham.  I start next year.  We’re discussing moving so it doesn’t interfere with our being together.  It’s no problem for Debbie – Jayne can run the business – but I’d have to start out on my own.  Danielle’s offered to help me get things going.  She says start small, and grow slowly.  I’ll miss Danielle.  But we’ll never lose touch.  I’ll never forget that first phone call.  The call that led me to Debbie, and opened up for me a much broader and more exciting life.

I realise that in my country – I cannot speak for others – there are varied views about the indulgence of sexual desires.  There are those free of constraint, and those who, usually through personal frigidity rather than altruism, prefer to suppress or deny sexual feelings in themselves and others, in unconscious homage to our Puritan past.  Of all the emotions, sexual desire – lust, if you like – is the one least governable by self-control.  It is necessary to procreation, to survival, and therefore the most powerful.  It is a perversion to regard it as a sin, whatever form it may take.  The evil that is associated with the sex industry, and often cited as a manifestation of the degeneracy of sexual feelings, is nothing to do with natural sexual desire.  It is the product of poverty, and of the worst and most reprehensible elements of human nature – greed, cruelty, and a psychopathic lust for physical power and dominance over others.  But the main driving force is greed, which is the most commonplace manifestation of self-obsession and meanness.  Let us then, as a society, punish the calculated sin of greed, rather than the innocent expression of sexual desire.

The End

[Sissy Little Girl]

Sandra B, A fantastic finish to a wonderful story.  I can't wait for your next endeavor.  If it is like your other stories, we will be in for a treat.  Thank You.

[billykins]

Yes.  Even worse elsewhere - Egypt?  The worst.  Sama el-Masry the latest. 

[dolly bo peep]

SandraB,

That was a great finish to a great story. I like your portrayal of all of the characters and personally found Sarah's character the most stimulating  ;).

I hope you will post more of your well written stories in the future.

[Sissy Little Girl]

SandraB, Just as any story has to end, this one ended on a good note for everyone involved.  You did a masterful job on this story. ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D