Jacey

[Sandra B]

Chapter 19.  Dangerous.

I was pretty busy at college that week, with exams coming up, though I took the Tuesday afternoon off to assist Dani with a female client, Sarah Winstone, a slim, middle-aged woman who I’ll tell you about later.  I didn’t do much, just helped with the straps and chains, and watched Dani working.  It was fun, though.  Sarah was dressed as a young girl.  She had admitted to doing something naughty - I can't even remember what is was now.  She had big, frightened, doe-like eyes, which she kept fixed on Dani all the while she was being admonished.    Dani was standing, hands on hips, questioning her like a strict headmistress.  Sarah was biting her lower lip nervously, and then started to sob quietly.  Dani sat down and ordered her to lie across her knee, in preparation for a spanking.  She complied meekly, even asking whether she should take her knickers off.  It crossed my mind that she would be the perfect client for me to practise on.
I had a text from Angela that evening, thanking me for my contribution to Andrew’s undoing, though I felt I had done very little to assist in Dani’s scheme.  Dani rang me on Friday to say she had no clients that weekend, and that she’d see me the following Friday evening.  She and Debbie had arranged to meet at Ishtar Bar, a local Turkish restaurant, at seven.  I was looking forward to it with interest.  I didn’t hear from Maddy all that first week, but she rang me on Saturday morning.
“Hi, J!  How are you, darling?”
“I’m fine thanks, Maddy.  How are you?  And how’s it been at work?”
“I’m good.  Andrew.  Oh, my god, the poor thing.  He’d been so quiet and subdued.  People kept asking him if he was feeling OK.  He couldn’t even look me in the face.  So at the end of work yesterday I asked to speak to him.  He agreed, reluctantly.  I went into his office and he closed the door.  I took a seat, but he just paced up and down.  I said to him, “Look, Andrew, if you really can’t go through with this, you know you could always refuse and take the consequences.  All right, you might end up on Pornhub or something, but what the hell?  What you did isn’t a crime.”  He looked at me aghast, and started stammering.  “I don’t even know what she’s planning to do with me.  How can I make a choice?  I can’t stop thinking about it.”  So I told him.  “You know, all I think she will do is to help you to find your real self.  Don’t be nervous.  Dani’s not a monster.  She sees things in people that others don’t.  Relax, Andrew.  Think of it as therapy.”  “Therapy?" he said.  "You’re joking.  I don’t know why I did that…with Steve.  Why did I do it?  Idiot!”  “Maybe you did it because you found him attractive.  For once you escaped all the conventions, and just did what came naturally.  That’s a positive thing.  Have you spoken to him since?”  He had, apparently.  "I did call him once," he said, "just to…you know…make sure he was OK and that.”  “So you're still friends?”  He said, "I guess..."  I asked him about Angela.  Appaerently she rang him on Monday and they had "a long talk.”  So I asked him what she said.  I thought she might have told him he was dumped.  So did he.  But she seems to be playing a long game.  Apparently, she said something about him “always having a place in her life”.  I think Andrew thought that was positive, but I thought it sounded ambiguous.  Don't you?"
“Knowing her, yes.  We'll see what happens.  Dani's invited me to go out for dinner with her and her doctor friend next Friday. I’ll let you know what she's like.”

When I got to the restaurant that Friday evening, I spotted Dani, by herself, in the corner.  I could see why they’d chosen this place.  It had separate, high-sided booths, so that each party had privacy.  I waved and went over to join her.
“Hi J.  Sit down.  Debbie’s on her way.”
I sat opposite her.  She was sipping a glass of white wine.  There was an open bottle of Sauvignon Blanc on the table between us in an ice-bucket.  She poured me a glass.
“Your favourite, I see,” I remarked.  “How’s things?”
“Busy, darling,” she smiled.  “I've been run off my feet.  My arm is quite aching.  I’ve had some very bad boys this week.  Pity you weren’t free.  But it keeps me fit, I suppose.”  She glanced at the door.  “Oh, here she is.  Debbie!  Over here!” - and then, in a whisper - “be careful, J.  This one can be dangerous.”
A young woman was approaching.  She wasn’t quite what I had been expecting.  Dani had said she used to be a GP, so I was imagining someone serious and professional-looking, possibly middle-aged, and probably dressed in something conservative, a black trouser suit or something of that sort.  Instead I found myself looking at a woman in her early thirties with short, almost cropped, bleached hair, a squarish face, sharp blue eyes, and big silver hoop earrings.  She was wearing a black spandex cat suit with a low round neck, short boots with high heels which came about a third of the way up her calves, and a little red leather jacket.  She wore a plain silver necklet and carried a shoulder bag.  She had a very youthful and careless air about her, and she almost skipped over to our table.  She embraced Dani with unrestrained affection, which she broke off suddenly, in order to turn her attention to me.
“And this is Jacinth?”
I was rising to greet her, when she pushed me gently back into my seat, at once sat down beside me, and kissed me on the cheek.  I was enveloped in a cloud of subtle, sweet perfume.
“I’ve heard all about you, my dear.  Oh, don’t worry, all of it good,” she laughed.  “Dani’s lucky to have found such a willing and pretty assistant!”
I felt slightly embarrassed, to tell the truth.  Almost intimidated.  But the feeling only lasted a few moments.  I could sense the intelligence beneath her breezy vivacity.  And warmth, as well.
“Don’t mind me,” she smiled, taking me by the hand and looking into my eyes, “I’m just excited to see you both.” 
She picked up her glass, which Dani had just finished filling, and took a large gulp.
“Oh….  That’s better.  Dani, it’s so good to see you.  It’s been too long. How are you?  How’s Riccardo?”
“We’re both very well, Debs.  It’s great to see you, too.  I like your new look.  You look about seventeen in that outfit.  And your hair…  Very cool.”
“Oh, I just wanted a change.  I was getting dowdy.  That’s what medical practice does for you.  I thought our little soirée would be a good excuse.  Now tell me all the news.”
“I will.  Waiter?  Can we have another….  Thank you.”
They began chatting away quietly, leaning towards each other across the table, discussing people I’d never heard of.  The waiter brought another bottle of wine.  Debbie placed a hand on my shoulder.
“We’re not being rude, Jacinth.  We have a tiny bit of catching up to do.  Can you put up with our nattering for a few minutes?”
“Course, Debbie.  Take your time.”  I was quite happy to sit there, sipping wine and casting occasional little glances at my new acquaintance.  There was something about her which fascinated me.  She was so animated and outgoing, but I felt there was a lot more to her than met the eye.  No, that’s a rather weak way of putting it.  I felt a tremendously complex emotional personality hidden beneath the extroversion, the depths of which, even on such short acquaintance, I yearned to explore.  That’s what made her so captivating.  And “dangerous”, I thought.  I imagined she must have many lovers, of both sexes.  Looking from one of them to the other felt like comparing two agile and beautiful cats.  I felt privileged to have been adopted into Dani’s world.  Each day I felt more like an adult than a child or a teenager.  There is a certain sensation that comes after you fall in love, when you realise that it is reciprocated.  You become overwhelmed, engulfed in pure happiness.  That was something like what I was feeling that evening.

After my companions had finished their little tête-à-tête, Debbie began to ask me about my life and my plans.  She put her arm around me in a motherly way, and listened to me with attentive gravity, as I told her of my wish to get a place at university to study languages, or science.  I never normally spoke about myself or my private ambitions, but suddenly it all came pouring out, things I had never confided to anyone else, my secret hopes to be a teacher or a doctor, my woefully idealistic goals.  I thought I must be sounding hopelessly naïve, but I couldn’t help myself.  What was it about this woman that she could strip me of all constraint in this way, and effortlessly extract my profoundest aspirations?  I caught Dani looking at me with an amused smile, and checked myself.  I made a weak attempt to turn the tables, by asking Debbie about her work, but she deflected me with some dismissive remark.  And she did not extract her arm.
“Well, if you can be at our unit on the tenth, we can show you what we do.  Can you, Jacinth?”
“I think so.  I’ll be revising for exams, but I don’t want to miss that.  Please call me “J” though, Debbie.  “Jacinth” is such a mouthful.”
“OK, J.  Pretty name, though.”

We had a great evening.  The food was delicious.  We didn’t really discuss Andrew at all.  I gathered he would be delivered to Debbie’s tender mercies, and she would undertake whatever work she thought fit.  We were still in the restaurant at ten thirty, all pretty much the worse for wear. We got a cab back to Dani’s place.  Debbie sat in the middle.  She put her arm around my shoulders and rested her head against mine.  It felt so natural, I inclined my head towards hers, and put my hand on her thigh.  She kissed my cheek so softly I was not sure she had actually done it.  I turned my face to hers.  I was pretending to myself that I just wanted to smile at her.  We looked at each other for an instant, and then our lips met, and we exchanged a gentle, lingering kiss that lasted almost the rest of the journey.  Once home – it felt like my home now – Debbie led me by the hand into the house, and drew me towards a bedroom.
“Night, girls,” smiled Dani.  “Sleep well.”
Once inside, we stripped off our clothes and showered together, sponging each other down.  We shared a towel, and went back into the bedroom proper.  Debbie turned the light down until the room was almost in darkness, and then slipped into bed and held the covers up for me to follow.  At the touch of her body against mine I began to tremble uncontrollably.  How had she done this to me?  She stroked my neck, soothingly.
“It’s all right, my darling.  Relax, my little Atthis.”
I didn’t understand why she called me that, and I didn’t care, but I noticed that that word “darling” was spoken in quite a different tone from earlier in the evening – with gentleness and apparent affection.  She leant over and began to kiss my neck, and then my ear, nibbling on the lobe, sending little shocks through my body.  I tried to respond in my own clumsy way.  I loved the smoothness of her skin, and the feeling of running my hand up the back of her neck onto her cropped hair.  It made me shiver with excitement.  I was in such a state of arousal, that when her fingers slid down over my tummy and she began to touch me, simultaneously placing little chaste kisses all over my cheeks and lips, I’m ashamed to say I came violently, like some callow girl.  But as soon as I recovered, I burrowed down under the duvet and, separating her thighs, explored her pussy with my tongue.  She was already wet, and to my surprise she too yielded after only a minute or two, shaking the bed with her spasms.  I pulled myself up and clung to her desperately, and she wrapped her arms around me protectively, her cheek against mine, her hand softly patting my shoulder. 

I woke late, with Debbie still in my arms.  We didn’t seem to have moved all night - I guess we were both so tired from the drink and from our passion.  We lay there together for some minutes.  I glanced at the clock.  It was after nine.  My hand crept up Debbie’s thigh, and she woke with a long, deep intake of breath.  But at that moment there was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” she called, sleepily.
It was Riccardo, bearing a silver tray with a silver coffee pot and two cups.  He placed it on the bedside table and gave us a little bow, before turning towards the door.
“Thanks, Riccardo.  Is Dani up?”
“Yes, madam.  She’s having breakfast in the kitchen.  She said to take your time.”
“Thanks.  We’ll be along in a moment.”  Riccardo withdrew, and she turned her face to mine, and smiled with such serious warmth that it sent a pang through my heart.
“I could stay here with you all day, J.  But I have a client at eleven-thirty.  I shall have to go.  I’ll never forget our first night together.”
“Nor I.  It won’t be our last, I hope?”
“I’m sure it won’t, if you are.”
I kissed her again.  My whole being was suffused with an unspeakable joy.  I had never experienced such intensity of emotion.  I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I realised that would be childish, and all I wanted was for everything to stay the same.  I feared that even a small faux pas could tip the delicate balance, and we would tumble back into banality.  That fear was groundless, as I later discovered.  But I wasn’t sure at that early stage what had happened, and all I wanted was to keep the moment safe and perfect, like a precious jewel in a box, to be treasured and polished at my leisure.

After we had showered and dressed, we joined Dani in the kitchen.  She was reading a newspaper, coffee cup in hand.  She glanced up briefly.
“Hello, you two.  Sleep well?”
“Yes thanks, darling”, (the slightly flippant “darling”, not the one with which she had addressed me), “I think that wine must have been drugged.”
“What, all four bottles?”
“Dani, I’m sorry to say I’ll have to leave in ten minutes.  I have a client this morning.  But I’ll see you soon, at least.”
“Yes, Debs.  But we do have to get together more.  I’ve really been missing you.  I’m glad you’re moving nearer to here.”

We sat down briefly and chatted, Debbie and I exchanging glances.  At last she got up to go.
“I’ll see you to the door,” I said.
In the corridor neither of us spoke.  At the door we exchanged numbers, and embraced passionately.
“Call me tonight, please,” said Debbie, seriously.
“I will.”
I watched her drive away, and returned to the kitchen.  I sat down.
“I told you she was dangerous,” said Dani, without looking up. 
“You didn’t tell me she was beautiful, too.”
“I thought I’d surprise you.”
The conversation lapsed.  I was thinking of all the things I wanted to do to Debbie, not after a whole bottle of wine, but when I was stone cold sober.  She had only just gone, but already I was longing to hold her again, to bury myself in her beautiful body.  My daydreams were interrupted by Dani.
“We have a client at one.  Sarah Winstone again.  Remember her?  I didn’t tell you, but she took a fancy to you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.  So I’m going to let you deal with her today.”
“Me?  Alone?”
“You have to start sometime.  You’ll be fine.”
I was in fact quite nervous of going solo, but I wasn’t going to admit that to Dani.
“Sure, Dani.  No problem.  I’ll do my best.”

[babycakes]

I have to lead off with a question, Sandra B.  Do you write professionally?  If you don't, you should.  Different story than usually appears here but intriguing and addictive.

I do have an observation raised by the recent statement by Maddy, “Look, Andrew, if you really can’t go through with this, you know you could always refuse and take the consequences.  All right, you might end up on Pornhub or something, but what the hell?  What you did isn’t a crime.”  This recalls that very early in the story in a phone call where J asks to stand in for Dani on Steve's first visit, Dani observes, “You must know the answer.  My clients rely on me to be absolutely trustworthy.  Many of them are taking a risk coming to me.  I’ve already gone further than I should, merely admitting he [Steve] had an appointment.”
[J] “No you haven’t.  I knew that anyway.  All you did was to confirm it.”
“Well that’s the end of it.  If my colleagues heard about this, I’d be in trouble.  Completely discredited.”  Therefore, how can Dani, Angela, J, Maddy, etc. have leverage over Andrew if the mere release of the video(s), or generally what goes on with a particular client in Dani's "shop" would destroy Dani's business.  Such a breach of trust would get out and Dani, et al, would be done.  Not to mention Andrew is not a client but a victim which could also lead to legal repercussions for Dani and team. 

Again, don't mean to rain on or complicate your story but I'm soooo engrossed that I have to ask.

Many thanks again for your efforts.

[Sandra B]

I appreciate you keeping me on my toes, babycakes.  I have only one answer.  Andrew is not Dani's client, there is no contract between them, and therefore the confidentiality rule does not apply.  Perhaps all the girls are taking a risk.  But it seems to me that caution has been trumped by their innate mischievousness.

[krystalasbaby2017]

very interesting story and yes slightly different, although hard to put a finger on everything.  All i can say is keep up the great writing, it is a story that has caught my interest.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 20.  A Naughty Girl.

I had watched Sarah’s session that one time, but Dani had told me it was fairly typical.  In fact, the scenario only varied in the details.  Sarah was always a little girl, the mistress her mother, or aunt, or teacher – something like that.  And she always had to be asked if she’d been a good girl.  Sometimes she would try to insist she had, but eventually she’d confess to some minor misdemeanour, for which, of course, she had to be punished.  Her punishment could take a variety of forms, as long as it culminated in sex, by which I mean she had to be bent over and given a thorough seeing to.  Dani said she always looked stressed and tired when she arrived, but she’d come alive as soon as she was in role, and always left cheerful and at peace – which made her a pleasure to work with. 

The departure of my lover had left me frustrated, hungry for satisfaction.  Not that anything but she herself in person could have satisfied me fully, now.  I wasn’t sure how I felt about the session.  In one way I was looking forward to it.  But I knew I was only going to get vicarious pleasure from watching Sarah, and I wasn’t sure how that was going to make me feel.  All I could really think about was getting to talk to Debbie that evening.  Dani must have perceived my ambivalence, however.  It was well before twelve she suggested I get ready.  We went downstairs to the back room where she kept all the costumes.  She told me to strip naked.  She selected a heavyweight electric blue latex cat suit.  I sat in a chair while she knelt and helped put my feet and calves in.  I stood and pulled it up to my thighs.  Then she made me sit again, and selected a pair of black patent leather ankle boots with lovely tall heels.
“You’ll need these.  They’ll give you a bit more height.”
“A bit more?  I hope I’ll be able to keep my balance.”
“You’ll be OK.”
She found me a little pair of soft socks, and then buckled on the boots.
 “Now, here’s the clever bit.  You need to get some pleasure from this as well as Sarah.”
She went to one of her ‘toy cupboards’ and produced a moulded blue phallus – but with a difference.  It was double ended, with an angled lobe roughly the shape of one of those candle bulbs.  I saw the possibilities at once, and my heart beat a little faster.  Dani knelt again, and pushed the phallus through a small reinforced hole in the crotch of the suit, which fitted tightly around a narrow rubber neck just behind the scrotum.  Then she helped me pull the suit up to my bum.
“Ready?”
“Go ahead.”
“Need some lube?”
“No.”
She pushed the bulb gently inside me.  I gasped, but once inside it felt perfectly comfortable.
“Goodness, J, that was easy.”
We then hauled the tight rubber suit up to my waist, pushing the bulb firmly home.  I couldn’t suppress a faint groan of pleasure.  Dani looked at me and smiled.
“Does that feel OK?”
“It feels ….nice.”
“Good.  And that’s not all.  If you squeeze the scrotum, it switches on a low-frequency vibe.  Here, I’ll demonstrate.”
“Oh, god!”
“Good?  One squeeze for on, another for off.  OK?”
“Amazing.”
“That should help you cope.  Now, let’s get this thing zipped up.”
I slid in my arms, and Dani zipped up the back zip and fastened the high collar.  It felt so sexy to be encased in tight rubber.  I walked up and down a couple of times, getting used to my heels.  The phallus bounced slightly as I walked, and I could feel the slight movement transmitted to the bulb inside me.  I was conscious that my face was burning with excitement.
“You should have some gloves.  Short and black, I think, to match the boots.  She handed them to me, and I pulled them on, clasping my hands so that the fine latex fitted neatly onto my fingers.
“Do you want me to tie your hair back?  No?  I agree, it looks better as it is.  Gives you a disconcertingly wild appearance, next to that slinky suit.”
“I think I’m going to enjoy this, after all.”
“You should.  You know what she likes.”
“What’s her story?”
“I don’t know the details.  She’s divorced.  One daughter.  She shares a flat with another woman, or girl, Bella.  I’m not sure how old she is - I’ve never met her.  As far as I know they’re not in a relationship, but I think maybe Sarah would like to be.  I’m not sure.  I just get that impression, the way she talks about her.  But she’s definitely sub, and she doesn’t like men much.  This is what she likes best.”
“She seems nice.”
“Oh, she is.  She’s always giving me little presents, too.  Thoughtful things.  She’s my favourite.”
“Do you think she’ll be OK with me taking over?”
“I’m sure she’ll be ecstatic.  But she’ll do what she’s told, in any case.  However, you should give her the courtesy of a chat beforehand, just to get to know her and set the boundaries.  You know what to do.  I’ll explain you’ll be running the session before I send her down.”
“I understand.”
“And it’s fine if you run over.  There are no more clients today.  Just make her happy.”
“I’ll do my best, Dani.”

Dani returned upstairs, leaving the door open.  I waited, sitting on the throne.  I heard Sarah arrive, and a murmur of conversation.  Then she appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Hello, Sarah.  Please shut the door behind you.”
“Yes, miss.”
She made her way down, nervously, clutching a rucksack.  She wore jeans and a T-shirt.
“Go and get changed, and then we’ll have a chat.”
She disappeared into the changing room.  Ten minutes she reappeared.  I had to suppress a smile, or at least, make it look like a smile of greeting.  She was dressed in an old-fashioned blue Girl Guide uniform, with white socks and Mary Janes.  I had put out a chair for her, and indicated she should sit down.
“Very nice to meet you properly, Sarah.  I’m Mistress Jacinth.”
“Yes, I know.  Nice to meet you, too.”
“Were you in the Guides, then?”
“Yes.  For years.”
“Is that your old uniform?”
“Yes, miss, altered a little, but yes.”
“It’s a little short, missy,” I frowned.  “I hope you’re not trying to flash your knickers at the boys.”
She looked shocked.  “No, miss.  I wouldn’t do such a thing!”
“I hope not.  Now, Sarah, are you happy to be instructed by me today instead of Madam Danielle?”
“Yes, absolutely, miss.  Thank you.”
“Good.  Then we should discuss boundaries.”
“I don’t have any, miss.  I wouldn’t presume to trespass on your authority.”
“Are you sure you mean that?  Do you fully understand the implications?”
“I’m completely at your service, miss.”
She coloured up slightly, and those big doe-eyes looked down at the floor.  I adjusted my cloak, making sure it was hiding what was underneath.  If she had seen that, she may not have been so willing to relinquish control.
“Then you won’t mind if I ask you a few questions.”  I wanted to find out a little more about her before I got started.  I was interested whether she had a sex life outside Dani’s dungeon.
“Of course not, miss.”
“Are you in a relationship?”
“No, miss.”
“What about Bella?”
“Bella?”
“Bella.  The woman you live with.  Tell me about her.  The absolute truth, please.”
“Yes, miss.  Of course.  We’ve lived together for…about six months, now.  We get on very well.”
“How old is she?”
“She’s twenty-five.  Ten years younger than me, miss.”
“Hmm.  Is she in a relationship?”
“Yes.  She has a boyfriend, miss.  He’s her age and quite good-looking.”
“Why did you tell me that?  I didn’t ask what he was like.”
“Oh…Oh, no, I’m sorry….  I…”
“So what is it?  Do you fancy him , or….are you jealous?  The truth, please, Sarah.”
She took a deep breath, and her eyes began to glisten with tears.
“I….”
“The truth.  It won’t go any further.  You can trust me with your most secret feelings.”
“I….  I really like Bella, miss.  I don’t think Michael – that’s his name – really loves her.  Not like I do.  I’d do anything for her.  I try to show her…  I bring her little presents, I clear up after her, I make myself useful.  All sorts of things….”
She looked really sad, now.
“I wouldn’t mind what she did to me…how she treated me…if she would just give me a little attention.  I’d be her slave, anything….”
“Is that what you really want?  Why don’t you offer, then?”
“I couldn’t!  She’d think I was weird.  She’d probably pack up and leave at once.  I couldn’t risk it.”
“But, Sarah, if you don’t do anything, nothing will happen, and she’ll probably leave anyway at some point.  Maybe she’ll go and live with Michael.  You might as well confess what you’re feeling, and take the consequences.”
“Maybe, miss.”
“You really want to be her slave?  You want her to own you, to collar you, to put you on a lead like a puppy?  To use you for her own pleasure?”
“Oh, god, miss.  Yes!  Yes, that is exactly what I want, more than anything!”
“I see….  Right.  Now tell me what you’ve been up to since your last session.  Stand up, please.  I’m sure you’ve been up to mischief.  Have you?”
“Yes, miss.”
“What have you done?”
“I broke the Girl Guide code, miss.”
“Really?  How?”
I went to wash my uniform ready for today.  I thought I’d put in the rest of the washing at the same time.  There was a pair of Bella’s panties…  I…  I put on my uniform, put her panties over my face, and played with myself…”
“Well I don’t think that is specifically mentioned in the code…”
“But I came… twice.”
“Oh, that's definitely not allowed!  Bad girl!”
“I didn’t mean to, miss…” she whimpered.
I stood up and threw off my cloak.  Her eyes widened with surprise.  I descended from my throne and sat down in her chair. 
“Over my knee!  And take off your panties.  Now!”
She acceded at once.  I positioned her so that the phallus was between her legs, pressed against her pussy.  Then I began.  Good, hard smacks, a few seconds apart, so I could see the effect of each one before I placed the next, and watch her clenching her buttocks with pain.  I gave her a comprehensive spanking.  I didn’t stop until my hand was sore, her bottom was glowing, she was in tears, and her pussy was oozing onto my leg.  I might have stopped then, but it was too tempting, and I was too aroused.
“Lift up your bottom a little, you bad girl!”
She did as she was instructed.  I reached down between her legs and squeezed the rubber scrotum.  Immediately, I felt the bulb inside me start to pulse, and I could see the tip of the phallus itself vibrating in unison.  Bending the shaft, I slipped it into her waiting pussy.  She let out a gasp, and pressed herself down again, driving it deep inside.  I continued with the spanking, gentler now, watching her grinding down rhythmically on the flexible rubber sausage on which she was now impaled.  Eventually she lost control completely, and I happily allowed her work herself into a frenzy, squirming and plunging like wild horse, her every thrust being transmitted to the bulb buried deep inside me.  The physical sensation, sweetened by the spectacle of Sarah going half crazy, and the sound of her moans, were too much for me, and I was the first to come.  Sarah, preoccupied with her own gratification, didn’t even notice my spasms or groans, and I was still shaking with orgasm when she too went over the edge, almost screaming with pleasure.  As her convulsions subsided, I had to hold onto her to prevent her slipping off me onto the ground.  Supporting her with one arm, I used my other hand to turn off the vibrator.  I helped her over to a rug, and lay her down.  She seemed only half conscious, but as I bent over her she took the opportunity to grab the phallus and put it in her mouth, licking her own juices from the slick rubber. 
“Thank you, miss!”
But I wasn’t finished with her yet.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 21.  Coming…Out.

I allowed her a little rest, but she wasn’t getting away that easily.  Since our conversation, an idea had been working itself out in my mind.  I hadn’t quite formulated my strategy, however, so I decided to play it by ear. 
I knew from what Dani had told me, and from my own observations, exactly how to stimulate Sarah’s libido.  So I began the cycle all over again.  I went and stood over her.
“You bad, bad, girl!” I said.  “What a rude thing to do!  Fancy putting that big thing into yourself.  You should be ashamed!”
“I didn’t do it, you did, miss!” she protested.
“How dare you!  Do I have to punish you again?  I don’t know what Bella would say if she knew.”
Sarah looked alarmed.  “Please don’t tell her, miss,” she whined.  “I’ll do anything you want….”
“Hmm.  I think perhaps she ought to be told the sort of naughty little girl she’s living with.  Then she could punish you herself, couldn’t she?  Yes, you should tell her all about the rude things you get up to.”
“Miss…please, no.  I’ll be good from now on…  I would be so embarrassed.  I’d die of shame.  And suppose she did want to punish me…  She might want to take my panties down and spank me, just like you did!  Oh, god, what would I do then?”
“You’d have to put up with it, Sarah.  She’d be able to do anything she wanted with you.  She might decide to make you her personal maid, dress you in a cute little maid’s outfit - but without any panties, of course.  You’d have to serve her…and probably Michael, too.”
“Oh. Miss, no!  Please don’t make me tell her!”
I could see she was working herself into such a state she might even do it.  Maybe it was bad of me, but I wanted to see how far she’d go.
“Go and fetch your phone, and then we’ll decide what to do.”
“Miss, no…!”
“Do it, please.”
Dutifully, she trotted off to the changing room and returned with her phone.  She stood in front of me, hanging her head like a little girl who’d been caught cheating or stealing someone’s pencil sharpener.  I spoke to her quietly but firmly.
“You’ve already admitted you’ve been very naughty, Sarah.”
“Yes, miss,” she snivelled.
“And you played with Bella’s panties, too.”
“Yes, miss.  I’m sorry, miss.”
“Don’t you think you should be apologising to Bella?  They were her panties, not mine, after all.”
“I s’pose, miss.  But…but…she’d laugh at me.”
“She may…or she may be angry.  Which would be worse?”
“If she were angry, miss.”
“I don’t think she’d be angry, Sarah.  You did wash them for her didn’t you?”
“Yes….”
“Don’t you think it would be best to be honest?  If it would make you feel any better, you can explain to her that you’re being punished right now, by me.  She couldn’t be angry then, could she?”
“S’pose not, miss.  Would you…would you speak to her yourself and tell her your punishing me?”
“Of course, if you’d like me to, Sarah.  But why don’t you tell her, and get it off your conscience?  I think you’d feel much better.”
Sarah sighed.  “Do I have to, miss?”
“I think that would be best, don’t you?  Why don’t you make it a video call, and then she’ll be able to see you’re not just pretending you’re being punished.”
I couldn’t believe she was really going to do it.  I wondered if, even now, I should call a halt.  She had already gone half way to making her fantasies into realities.  But this would be momentous.  Well, why not?  It was sex, the most powerful human impulse.  It was not to be denied.  And she really had done nothing to be ashamed of – not on my scale of misdemeanours, anyway.  I just hoped Bella would understand.
She hesitated, then dialled the number.  Her hand was shaking as she held the phone.  She was breathing quickly.  For a moment there was no reply.  Then,
“Hi, Sarah?  What’s happening?”
“Bella.  Hi.  I…I don’t know how….I have something to tell you.”
“What? What is it?  Are you OK?”  A pause.  “What are you wearing?”
“I’m wearing my Girl Guide uniform.”
“Why?  You at a fancy dress party or something?”
“No.  It’s cos I’m being punished.  I’ve been a very naughty little girl.”
“What?  What the…  Where are you?”
“I’ve gone to see a lady who will…who has spanked me.  Because I did a bad thing.”
“What lady?  What did you do?”
“I…I put your panties on my head and masturbated.”
“You what??”
“I’m sorry.  I like you so much.  I’d do anything for you.  If you’d let me, I’d wait on you, do all your chores, make you meals, anything….  I’d be your slave if you wanted.  I wish I were.  I do!”
There was a long silence.  But Bella got it, all right.  Finally, she said, with a hint of amusement in her voice,
“Well, Sarah.  That was a very naughty thing you did.  It sounds to me like you should be punished.  Is the lady you mentioned with you?”
“Yes.”
“Could I speak to her?”
Nervously, Sarah handed the phone to me.  I saw Bella for the first time.  Blue-eyed blonde.  Quite pretty. 
“Hi, Bella.  I’m Madam Jacinth.  Sarah comes to this, er, establishment, regularly.  Today she’s been telling me how attractive she finds you.”
“Really?  I had no idea.  Though she’s always doing things for me.  She treats me like a queen.  Not that I have any objections…”
“But I guess she feels guilty about it.  Today she expressed a wish to confess everything.  That’s how things stand.  I hope you aren’t angry with her.  She was worried you might be.”
“Of course I’m not.  Sarah, it’s fine.  Don’t worry about what you did.  In fact, I feel rather flattered.  But you should have told me before.”
“I’m sorry, Bella.  I’ve done so many bad things, I can never be punished enough.”
“Yes.  I haven’t finished with her yet, Bella.  Maybe you’d like to see how we deal with naughty girls here.”
“Oh.  Yes.  That would be….interesting.  Would you mind, Sarah dear?”
“No, Bella.  You should watch.  I deserve my punishment.  In any case, it really should be you punishing me.”
Maybe I’ll punish you as well, when you get home.  What you did was quite disgusting.  I should at least give you a good spanking, don’t you think?”
At the suggestion, Sarah closed her eyes and emitted a faint whimper of desire.  “Yes, Bella.”
“I’ll put the phone on this shelf, Bella,” I said.  “I’ll turn it sideways so you can see everything.  I’ll put it on maximum volume so we can talk to each other.”
I turned up the lighting, adjusted the phone so it took in the whole of the whipping horse, and retreated to my station.
“Can you see everything?
“Yes, clearly  What is that you’re wearing, Madam Jacinth?  And what is that…thing?”
“This is what I wear for disciplining naughty girls.  They need to know their place.”
“Fantastic!  Well, whenever you’re ready.  I’m just sorry my boyfriend isn’t here to see this.  He’d be very interested!”
“Oh, yes.  Sarah mentioned him,” I said, pushing her forward over the horse and starting to buckle the straps, the broad one around her waist first, then the smaller ones around her wrists and ankles, at the sides and on the front panel of the horse respectively. “She said he’s quite good looking.”  I was speaking as if Sarah wasn’t even there.  “I’m sure she’d be happy to serve him as well.”
“Would you, Sarah darling?” laughed Bella, “I think he’d like that.”
I’d finished strapping Sarah in, face down, legs slightly apart.  I could see the phone call had aroused her again, and she was squirming with embarrassment.  I wasn’t going to spare her blushes, though, and I wasn’t going to disappoint Bella, who had clearly entered into the spirit of the thing.  I gave her a running commentary.
“Now, Bella, did you realise what a wicked girl Sarah is?  Let me show you.”
I slid three latex-sheathed fingers into Sarah’s pussy, and held them up.  They glistened with her juices.
“She’s like this most of the time.  So first I’m going to punish her for being such a slut.”
I went to the rack, and selected a whippy school cane.  It seemed the most appropriate instrument.
“That’s for being a slut, Sarah!  And that!  And that!”  Three good hard strokes, each accompanied by a yelp of pain.
“And three more for being a bad girl!  One!  Two!  Three!”
“And I leave the rest to Bella.  Is that OK, Bella?”
“It’ll be a pleasure, madam.  I’d be obliged for the loan of a cane, or a whip.”
“Of course.  Now the final indignity.  Sarah?  Please turn your face and look at Bella.  Good girl.  Now….”
I positioned myself behind her, and pushed the blue phallus gently into her.  She let out a long gasp.  I drew back, and repeated the motion, just as slow, but rather deeper.  Once I was satisfied she could accommodate the entire length, I held onto her waist strap, and, placing my feet wide apart, I began to thrust harder and faster, my hips slapping against her buttocks.  Inside me the bulb mimicked the motion.  I reached down with one hand and switched on the vibrator. 
Soon I had established a good, steady rhythm.  Sarah began to moan and mumble incoherently.
“I’m sorry this...is necessary, Bella,” I said, a little out of breath now, “but...but I’m afraid these punishments will have to... have to continue until she learns to behave.”
“Don’t apologise.  She certainly deserves it.”  A pause.  “I wish I were there….”
“Next time.  I’ll send you an invite.”
Every time I drew back, I could feel her pussy gripping the phallus, as if reluctant to let it go.  It fits perfectly, I thought.  The regular motion allied with the vibration was whipping her juices into a sticky cream, which spattered my tummy and thighs.
“I can see now why you need to wear a rubber suit,” laughed Bella.
I was quite fit, but even so it required considerable effort to maintain the rhythm, especially as my head was spinning with my own arousal.  Eventually my perseverance paid off, however.  Sarah’s moans began to increase in volume. 
“Madam J!  Please!  Don’t stop!  Just f*** me!  F*** me as hard as you can!”
I was happy to oblige.  A few seconds later Sarah gave a great long groan, and started bucking violently, straining at her bonds.  Then her body was jolted by a series of violent convulsions.  At the same time, I came.  I thought I was going to pass out, but I bit my lip and hung onto the strap.   Bella let out a whoop and followed up with a little round of applause. When I regained my equilibrium, I turned off the vibrator. 
“I think that’s taught her a lesson, madam!” said Bella.  “Has it, Sarah?”
But Sarah, her body still trembling, could only murmur incoherently.   I left her strapped down and went over to talk to her friend.
“I didn’t know if she was going to make that confession.  But I knew that, deep down, she really wanted to.  You must be surprised.”
“Surprised?  I’m gobsmacked!  She’s always been a bit over-attentive, but I never thought…anything like this!”
“How do you feel about it?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Madam Jacinth, it suits me fine.” She said, with a short laugh.  “It’s just what I need.  A bit of spice in my otherwise rather dull life. You can rest assured, if that what she wants, that’s what she’s going to get.  I’ve already got a few ideas….”
“That’s a relief.  I thought I may be going too far.  Though she virtually invited me to do it.”
“I still haven’t quite got my head around this.  I’m wondering….  Do you really think I could have her as my maid?  You know, put her in a little maid’s uniform and have her do things for me?”
“I think she’d love it.  But please, let her still come to us occasionally.  We’d miss her if she ever stopped.”
“Oh, of course.  That would be one of her duties.”
“As long as you don’t satisfy her needs yourself, it won’t be a duty, it’ll remain a necessity.”
“No, I understand.  But satisfying her needs is not what I have in mind.  Satisfying mine, yes.  And Michael’s.”
“Hmm, sounds interesting.  You must let us know how it goes.  I’ve got your number.  I’ll text you later so you have mine.  But I’d better get this girl out and let her clean up.  She looks a bit dishevelled.”
“OK, Madam Jacinth.  Great to have seen you.  Tell Sarah I look forward to seeing her at home.  And thanks again!”

I unstrapped Sarah and helped her to the bathroom.  I cleaned myself up, changed, and went upstairs.  Dani was in the lounge, doing some paperwork.
“Well?” she asked.  “How did it go?”
“With a bang.  She really gets carried away, doesn’t she?  She wanted her flatmate to watch, so I obliged.”
“What?  J, what happened?”  Dani seemed alarmed.
I told her the whole thing.  She stared at me, open-mouthed, as I described setting up the phone for Bella to watch.
“Oh, god.  I hope she’s going to be all right with this.  I confess it’s not something I would ever have done myself.  You’re a wild one, J, to be sure.  Shh!  Here she comes now.”
We heard the dungeon door close, and a moment later Sarah entered the room.  We both stared at her questioningly, but said nothing.  She dropped into an armchair, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back onto the cushion.  After a pause, she turned her head to me and spoke.
“Madam Jacinth.  I have never, ever in my life felt anything as intense as that.  You divined my deepest yearnings.  You made me do something I longed for but would never have had the nerve to do myself.  I don’t know what the consequences are going to be, but to be honest, I don’t care.  I feel alive, full of trepidation and excitement.  And what an orgasm!”
“I probably shouldn’t have allowed you to do it, but you seemed so in need…”
“I know.  I’m driven.  I can’t help it, and I can’t deny it.  But it’s better I take the odd risk, rather than go through my life keeping my deepest feelings a secret.”
“I’m glad you feel like that.  Please let us know how you get on.”
She glanced at the clock.
“Is that the time?  Were we really in there, what, two and a half hours?  I must owe you some more money.”
“Of course not, darling,” said Dani.  You’re always welcome to stay as long as you like, providing we don’t have another client.  You’re our favourite.”
“Thank you, Madam.  But I must be going now.”
I showed her to the door.  In the hall was an umbrella stand, and along with the umbrellas, a selection of riding whips. 
“Oops,” I said, “I almost forgot.”  I fished one out at random.  “Here.  This is for Bella.”  She took the whip with a smile, and gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek.
“Thanks again, madam.  You’ve made me a happy woman!” she added, with a laugh.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 22.  Revelations.

I had been so focussed on my work, everything else, even Debbie, had been pushed from my mind.  Now it all came flooding back.  All I could think about for the rest of the afternoon was ringing her that evening.  I wondered what the earliest time would be that I could make the call, without appearing childishly eager.  I reckoned seven.
I said farewell to Dani and made my way home.  I got there about five.  My dad had gone to football, and was still out, and my mum was in the lounge nattering with her friend, and sharing a bottle of wine.  I went up to my room.  I decided to kill some time by ringing Steve.
“Hi, Steve.  It’s me.  How are you?”
“Yeah, good, J.”  He sounded happier than usual.  I felt relieved.  To be honest I felt no love for him any more.  But I didn’t want to see him miserable.
“What have you been up to?”
“Not much.”  I heard a voice in the background.
“Where are you?”
“Er, well actually, I’m at Andrew’s.”
“Andrew’s?”
“Yeah, we’re just sort of going out for a drink…with some mates,” he added hastily.
“Oh, I see.  How is he?”
“Yeah, good, thanks, J.  Look, sorry.  I gotta go.  We’re late.”
“Ok.  Bye then.”
“Bye.”
Interesting, I thought.  I had sort of imagined them avoiding each other.  I wondered….  But then I dismissed the possibility.  Probably they were commiserating with each other…  Or making plans?  Plans to get us back?  Or report us?  That idea was alarming.  But I decided to sit on it, for the time being at least.

My dad came back about six, and he and my mum almost immediately went out to dinner.  They asked me if I wanted to come, but of course I didn’t, and I think they were quite happy with that.  When kids get to a certain age, not only do they not want to go places with their parents, but their parents prefer not to take them.  Fair enough.
I held out till ten to seven.  Then I couldn’t wait any longer.  I called Debbie, and she answered immediately.  She must have been waiting.
“Debbie.  It’s me.”
“J.  How are you?” she asked quietly.
“I’m fine.  How are you?”
I don’t think either of us knew how to start the conversation.  I forgot all that I had rehearsed.
“All the better for hearing your voice.”
“Me too.  I missed you today….so much.  I know I’m being stupid.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”  I registered that she didn’t say, “I’ve been thinking about you…”  There was no conventional reciprocation.  Just a plain statement.  “ I couldn’t concentrate at all.  I think I may have accidentally removed some guy’s balls.”
We laughed.
“Listen, J.  My turn to be stupid.  I can’t put it into words.  There’s something…  I know I’m old, compared to you, anyway.  Maybe too old.  But you don’t seem distant.  I want to tell you something, very seriously and truly.  I …I’ve never felt for anyone what I feel for you.  I shouldn’t be saying that, I know.  It’s been, what?  Twenty-four hours?  It’s mad.  You’ll be tired of me in a week.  But whatever…I still have to say it, all the more if you go away tomorrow.  I feel like an idiot…”
“Debbie.  Dear Debbie.  Go away tomorrow?  I don’t …I can’t believe…that you should care for me at all.  I don’t feel worthy of you.  I’m just a girl.  You’re a woman, a very special woman.  You’ll find how superficial I am…you will.  But I feel we’ve been together so long…  I know that’s ridiculous.  I’m frightened.  I’m frightened of the future, what may happen.  If we could stay like this always.  But even I know that’s a chance in a million…”
“I have to see you, J.  I can come to you…”
“Let me come to you.  Would that be all right?  I want to see you at home…”
“Please.  Get a cab.”
She gave me her address.
“I’ll see you in a short while.  Bye…”
“Hurry….” 

And that was it.  That was how it happened.  I feel blessed by fate for bringing us together.  We spent the rest of the evening in each other’s arms, talking and talking.  It was so easy.  We went to bed and simply cuddled like two children.  We didn’t make love again until the morning.  We got up late and sat at the table, drinking coffee and holding hands.  I had never been so happy before in my life.  I could have wept with joy.
Neither of us was sentimental.  This was no fantasy.  We weren’t paralysed by our feelings, like a pair of moping lovers.  Instead we were filled with energy and joy.  That’s how I knew it was OK to feel what I felt.  That Sunday we drove out into the countryside and went for a long walk, making plans for the future.  We both knew by then we were going to have a future of some sort.  During that walk, hand in hand along a footpath whose end neither of us knew, we dispelled all our doubts and fears.
In every relationship, to some degree or other, one partner emerges as dominant, the other dependent.  Right from the start I had assumed I was the dependent one.  Debbie was to my surprise making me question that view.  We chatted as we walked.
“I’ve loved you since I first set eyes on you,” she smiled.
“Why did you…?”
“Because I saw then, and I know now, who you are.  Then I only saw it in your eyes.  Innocence and an infinite capacity for love.”
“But you must have loved and been loved by many people.”
“So you might say.  But not one of them loved me, or even had the capacity to love, in the way I know you do.”
“I have the capacity with you, darling, but with no-one else.  Because of the person you are.”
“I feel like I saw into you at once.  I would stake my life on what I saw.  By which, J, I mean that I’ve thrown all caution to the winds, gladly, ecstatically.  If you want me, I give myself to you completely.”
I was stunned.  I felt my heart was going to burst.  I held my Debbie tight.  All I could say was,
“I too….”  I screwed up my face, and felt tears of happiness filling my eyes.

We talked about all sorts of things.  I can’t even remember half of them.  Debbie was like a mine full of gems and precious metals, which were now for me to discover.  She was the most complex and fascinating person I had ever known.  I had always felt reasonably confident in my own intelligence, but I found I needed all my wits to keep up with her.  But at the same time I felt strengthened and elated.  I had found a spirit full of energy and purpose, which I could feel flowing into mine.
We spent a quiet evening, just being together.  Dani rang me to tell me she’d given Andrew his instructions for the third.  She laughed when I told her I was at Debbie’s.
“I’m so glad you two hit it off.  Let me talk to her.”
“Hello, Dani.  Yes, I’m afraid so.  Thanks.  Yeah, she’s wonderful,” she smiled, throwing me a glance.  “Andrew.  He's been informed, then.  OK.  Yes, I agree.  Play it by ear.  Ok, darling, speak soon.  Bye!”
She put the phone down and turned to me.  “I love that woman.  Almost as much as I love you.”

Debbie lived near the clinic at Denton, which was probably twenty miles outside town, and nearly that far from my college.  She drove me there Monday morning.  At parting, it felt as if we each took a part of the other with us, to sustain and protect us.  I had a busy day.  Only one lecture, but I had lots of revision to do, so the rest of the day I spent in the library.  About half ten I had a call from Maddy.
“J.  Guess what.”
“What?”
“Andrew’s given in his notice!  He’ll be leaving at the end of the month.”
“What?  So what does that mean?”
“I have no idea.  I had heard he was looking for another job some weeks ago, but I didn’t attach any significance to it.  I don’t know what his plans are..”
“Have you told Dani and Angela?”
“I spoke to Dani just now.  She agrees we can’t do anything.  Just wait to see what happens.  I’m just about to phone Angela.”
“OK.  Thanks for letting me know.  I’ll have a word with Steve later, see if he knows what’s going on.”
“Good idea.  Speak later.”
That wasn’t the end of the surprises, however.  In the afternoon, Debbie called.
“I’ve just had a call from Andrew Fraser.”
“You have?  What did he want?”
“He was asking me all about the various procedures.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I gave him a brief description of what is available, and offered to send him a leaflet.  He asked what he had been booked in for.  I told him it had been left open.”
“What did he say to that?”
“He asked me what that meant.  I told him it was up to him what he had done, and that obviously I couldn’t do anything without his consent.  He thanked me, gave me his address for the leaflet, and that was it.”
“Obviously he won’t give it.  He probably knows we wouldn’t out him.”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“I don’t care, anyway, Debbie.  It was just a bit of fun.  I guess he’s learned his lesson.”

After I’d got home and had some supper, I thought about calling Steve again.  It was a bit early.  I knew he sometimes worked overtime, so I thought I’d wait till eight.  As I waited, I pondered on the events of the last few weeks.  I checked my phone.  My first call to Danielle had been on April the sixteenth.  It was now May the thirteenth – pretty much four weeks later.  And my whole life had been turned upside down.  I had dumped Steve, become a trainee dominatrix, and met several new people, including the woman I had fallen in love with.  My parents still knew nothing of this.  I would have to tell them sometime soon.  But for the moment I needed to concentrate on getting through my exams.
I tried Steve at eight.  It sounded like he was home.
“Hi.  It’s me again.  I wanted to ask you something.”
“Yes, J?”
“About Andrew.  I understand he’s been in touch with the clinic.  I was just wondering if you knew anything about it.”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”
“Would you tell me?  You know, we wouldn’t really try to compel him to do anything he didn’t want to.  I suppose it was a bit cruel of us.  I’m sorry if we upset him.  But he is a bit of a…well, you know.”
“After that…incident, he was very upset.  I was feeling a bit confused too.  I didn’t know what had happened.  I still don’t in some ways.  But I could see he needed support, so I stayed with him for a while.  He’s not a bad bloke, you know.  He confessed some stuff to me, that’s all.”
“Was it about…his sexuality?  He told us some stuff, too.”
“Yeah.  You know then?  So why are you asking me?”
“I wasn’t sure….  He said stuff about wanting to dress up as a girl…things like that.”
“That’s right.  He does.  But he didn’t like being forced into it by you lot.  Anyway, he’s decided to go to this clinic.  Probably just some mild treatment at first.  We’ve decided to give it a try, at least.”
“We?”
“Yeah.  I’m sort of “with” him, for now at least.  He still needs support.  I’ll go with him on the third.  Any problem?”
“No, no, of course not.  What about his job?”
“Oh, yes, he thought it would be better to make a complete change of course.  He’s going to a smaller firm.  He starts in July.  They don’t deal with all that finance and company crap.  They specialise in stuff like immigration, employment tribunals, LGBT issues, that sort of thing.  I think he’ll be much happier there.”
“Wow.  Good for him.  That’s great.”
“Yeah.  I suppose he’s got you lot to thank in one way.”
“And you…are you…?”
“I like Andrew.  I’m staying with him for the time being.  And I’m moving in with him later this month.  We get on OK.”
“Oh.  Good for you, Steve.  I hope you don’t hate me…”
“Course not, J.  You know I’m not like that.  I hope you find someone.”
“I have.  She’s amazing…”
“Well, that’s…wonderful.”  He laughed.  “I’m pleased.  I hope we can stay friends.  I think that’s what we were always best at.”
“Yes.  I hope so too.”
“So…well, I’ll see you around, then.”
“Yeah…take care, Steve.”

I sat there for some minutes in a bit of a daze.  So it wasn’t just my life that had been turned upside down.  Then, with a sudden burst of energy, I grabbed my phone to ring the others.