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Ch 15
Rose bought more corsets and wore them every day. She never lost the
thrill of being constricted by them. Every morning she would lace herself
tightly into a corset, buckle a collar around her neck, then begin her day. On
those days that she went to the office she had to remove the collar, but wore
the corset under her clothing. She also dressed more daringly. Her skirts became
shorter and tighter, and the height of her heels became the subject of talk. On
days that she stayed home she wore only the corset in the house, never panties
and rarely a bra. She found that it was necessary to keep a dressing gown near
the door. One morning the door bell rang and she had the door halfway open
before she remembered how she was dressed/ She slammed the door and ran to the
bedroom. When she returned she found an astonished newsboy on the porch. He had
come to collect the paper dues.
Vivian, her neighbor, dropped in more and more often. She was shocked
the first time Rose greeted her in only a corset and heels, but recovered and
came in for coffee. She and Rose sat in the kitchen chatting, Vivian, although
aware of Rose's slave status, still seemed disconcerted at the freedom in which
Rose displayed herself. Rose was perfectly aware that she made Vivian nervous
and subtly teased her.
"Did you ever get your husband to spank you?" Rose asked one morning.
"No, I didn't have the nerve to ask him," Vivian replied.
Rose shook her head. "You ought to tell him what you want," She said.
"Life is too short to be frustrated."
"I know, but I just can't bring myself to ask him," Vivian said. "I'm
not as brave as you are."
"Perhaps you are smart not to ask after all," Rose said slyly. "Once you
get into kinky sex, you get deeper and deeper until the next thing you know,
you're having spontaneous orgasms just from being tied up."
"Really?" Vivian gasped.
"Um hmm. It happens to me all the time."
"Oh my goodness."
"Yes," Rose continued. "When you get to that stage, spanking won't be
enough, you'll want to be whipped, or even caned. When you start coming from
being whipped, then you're on that slippery slope to total slavery."
Vivian shuddered slightly. "I don't think I could go that far."
"Of course not," Rose said. "You're a decent respectable woman. You
wouldn't dream having dozens of orgasms while somebody tortures you. You're not
a slut like me."
"Sometimes I have thoughts that are anything but respectable," Vivian
said. "Some of my thoughts are downright slutty."
"Thoughts are fine," Rose said. "We all have thoughts. Its just taking
that first big step to having them come true that is dangerous."
"I don't think I could take that step," Vivian said. "But I still would
like to be spanked just once."
"Does it have to be a man who spanks you?" Rose asked innocently. "Would
a woman do?"
Vivian's mouth dropped open.
"I've been spanked by women," Rose continued. "It was nice."
"My God Rose! Are you a lesbian?" Vivian whispered.
Rose laughed heartily. "Absolutely!"
Vivian stared shocked.
"Actually, I should correct that," Rose said. "I am bi sexual to be
precise. Something I discovered early in my slavery."
"What do you do?" Vivian asked fascinated.
"With women? I do what ever I'm told," Rose answered. "But the obvious
answer is, I am forced to eat their pussies. Sometimes I get fucked by women
wearing strap on dildoes."
Vivian's hand crept unconsciously to her breast. She pressed her fingers
against her chest, which was rising and falling. "Do you enjoy that?"
"Yes, although I have to admit that the first time I ate another woman's
pussy it was unsettling."
"Why?'
"I was tied to my daughter and we had to eat each other while a roomful
of men watched," Rose said calmly.
Vivian's eyes nearly popped out of her head.
"You ate your daughter's pussy?"
"Um hmm. I hadn't expected to, but one of the master's sessions got a
little wild. His guests tied Cathy and me together. You can imagine the position
they placed us in."
"What did you do?"
"We did what we were told. It was sexy, but disturbing too. Aside from
the fact that I was licking a pussy that happened to be my own daughter's, I had
an orgasm within minutes. That was surprising, I didn't anticipate I would like
it."
"What about Cathy?"
"She had an orgasm too."
"Oh, my God!"
Rose shrugged and poured more coffee. "Since then I've been placed in
that position many times, and yes, I like doing it."
"With Cathy?"
"Occasionally, but usually with her roommate."
"The pretty little girl with the pale complexion?"
"Yes. She's turned into as big a slut as Cathy and me," Rose said. "She
and Cathy have sex in their room practically every night, and go with me to my
master's house on weekends."
"She's very cute," Vivian said almost absently.
"And very enthusiastic, she loves to be spanked."
"She looks so innocent."
"Looks can be deceiving," Rose said. "Take you for instance. Who would
think by looking at you that you are about to get the first sexual spanking of
your life."
"What?"
"Vivian, I think its time for you to fulfill your fantasy."
Rose walked to Vivian and touched her breasts. Vivian gasped and tried
to push Rose's hands away. Rose was too strong, and squeezed Vivian's breasts
firmly. Then she bent and kissed her astonished neighbor on the lips.
Vivian tried to stand, but Rose pushed her back in the chair. "Stay right
there," Rose commanded. Vivian was too shaken to disobey.
Rose walked to the closet and returned with a set of handcuffs. She
pulled Vivian's hands behind her and locked the cuffs on her wrists. Rose knelt
and kissed Vivian again, then pulled Vivian's sweatshirt up exposing her
breasts.
"Nice," Rose said caressing them. She reached behind Vivian and unhooked
her bra. Vivian's large breasts spilled out.
"Ok, stand up," Rose said. "Let's get your pants off."
Vivian, trembling in shock didn't move. She shook her head.
"If you don't obey me, I will call my master and have him send a couple
of his body guards over. You've seen them, they are huge men," Rose told Vivian.
"I'll give you to them and let them do anything they want to you."
"Oh no. Please no!"
"Then stand up and let me take your pants off," Rose said. "All I want to
do is give you that spanking you want."
"Are you sure?"
"Stand up."
Hesitantly, Vivian stood and closed her eyes as Rose slipped her jogging
pants off. Vivian was forty years old and plump. She might be described as
matronly. Her legs weren't very long, but they were shapely, and she wore pretty
pink lace panties. She trembled as Rose slipped them off her legs.
"You have a lovely pussy," Rose told her, "And a nice ass. You really
ought to get your husband to spank it."
"My ass, or my pussy," Vivian said, surprisingly bold.
"Both," Rose laughed in delight. She buckled a collar onto Vivian's neck
and attached a leash. She led her to the living room.
"This is fun," she said. "Being in charge for a change."
She walked Vivian to the coffee table and told her to kneel. Vivian
obeyed and leaned forward and pressed her breasts against the table. Rose
wrapped the leash around the table legs so that Vivian couldn't raise up. She
tapped Vivian's inner thighs.
"Spread your knees," she said, and tied them apart. Rose patted Vivian's
ass, then slid her hand to her pussy. It was quite wet.
"I'd say you're enjoying yourself," she commented. Vivian blushed
scarlet.
"I thought you were only going to spank me," she said. "Let's get it over
with."
"Don't be in such a hurry," Rose said. "Relax and enjoy. We have all day
before our husbands get home."
Vivian just closed her eyes.
Rose spanked Vivian all morning. She spanked her with her hands, and a
belt, and a hairbrush, and finally a small whip. Vivian lay atop the coffee
table in utter confusion. She was humiliated, yet very excited. And although she
hated to admit it, she had thrilled when Rose's hand had touched her pussy. The
spanking only confused her more.
At times it hurt. She winced and yelped and jerked in her bonds, at other
times her pussy tingled and throbbed under the blows. Vivian had married at
eighteen, and had been a virgin on her wedding night. She had never had sex with
anyone other than her husband, and if the truth me told, she had never had more
than a few dozen orgasms in her life. She had at least five that morning in
Rose's living room.
Rose enjoyed spanking Vivian, watching her plump bottom shake under the
blows. Her pussy throbbed each time Vivian came, and she had to exercise great
self control to keep her promise to do no more than spank her. Finally, around
noon, Vivian was exhausted. She lay limp on the table. Her eyes were closed and
her breathing shallow. Rose untied her.
Vivian got dressed and scurried home without meeting Rose's eyes.
Vivian avoided Rose for several days. Finally Rose wearing only a corset,
marched over to Vivian's house and knocked on the door. Vivian blushed when she
saw Rose, but stepped aside and let her in.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"This," Rose said, holding up a set of handcuffs.
Vivian paled, then slowly, trancelike, she turned and placed her hands
behind her back.
"Nope, take your clothes off first," Rose said. Vivian covered her face
with her hands for a moment, then took a deep breath, straightened her back and
obeyed. She stripped naked. Rose snapped the handcuffs on her wrists.
"Want to play here or at my house?" Rose asked.
"It doesn't matter," Vivian whispered. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to spank you again," Rose said. "And I'm going to eat your
pussy and suck on your boobs. Then I'm going to teach you how to eat my pussy."
Vivian's knees almost gave way under her. She moaned and tottered to the
couch and fell onto it. Rose's eyebrows lifted in delight.
"I think we'll skip the spanking for now," she said. "And go right to the
pussy eating." She knelt and pulled Vivian's legs apart. Vivian had her first
orgasm within seconds of Rose's tongue touching her pussy. Later Vivian knelt
and lowered her face to Rose's crotch. Her efforts were clumsy at first, but
enthusiastic. By the end of the morning she had grown quite proficient. Rose
had several sweet orgasms. The day ended with Rose marching Vivian to her
bedroom and tying her spread wide on the bed. Then Rose lay atop Vivian and they
ate each other into a squealing, giggling orgasm that left them both limp and
exhausted.
Vivian and Rose became daytime lovers. Rose whipped Vivian a few times,
but Vivian didn't like being tortured. She enjoyed being bound and spanked, the
pain from a whipping killed her desire. Rose contented herself with bondage,
spanking and pussy eating.
Vivian had none of Rose's exhibitionism, and was terrified that their
secret could become known. She begged Rose not to tell anyone, and Rose agreed.
Not even Cathy knew.
They created a signal system to tell each other when the coast was clear.
When both husbands were out, Rose and Vivian would get together.
Their lovemaking was sweet and sensual, and Rose mildly enjoyed the role
of dominant, but she was submissive in nature and often asked Vivian to tie her
up. Vivian tried, but it was not in her personality to be domineering. The
position of slave to mistress gradually evolved with Rose as the mistress.
"Or sub slave to slave," she once commented to Vivian. "I love having sex
with you, but I would enjoy it more if we were enslaved together."
"I know," Vivian said. "But I would just die if anyone ever found out."
"Just think how wonderful it would be to have someone tie us together,"
Rose said nuzzling Vivian's neck. "With my mouth on your pussy, and yours on
mine, unable to move any part of our bodies except out tongues."
Vivian closed her eyes and trembled. "It would be lovely," she admitted.
"But I just couldn't take the risk."
"I understand," Rose said. "But somehow I think we can find a way to make
it happen."
Vivian bought a corset. She was afraid to buy a leather one, lest her
husband found out, but she and Rose went shopping in a lingerie boutique and
picked out a lovely silk one in red and black.
Vivian liked her corset and wore it daily. She found that it improved her
posture and slimmed her waist. She would come to Rose's house wearing it beneath
her clothes, then strip down and put on heels, collar and cuffs. Then she and
Rose would engage in a few hours of sex, or watch television, or just sit and
talk.
Rose suggested that Vivian accompany her to the master's, but Vivian
refused in horror.
"That would mean having sex with men," she said. "That would be cheating
on my husband."
"Well, what do you call having sex with me?" Rose asked. "Isn't that
cheating too?"
"No its not," Vivian said firmly. "Sex with another woman isn't cheating.
Besides, from what you tell me, your master is a sadist and would probably do
terrible things to me that I don't want."
"That's very likely," Rose admitted. "After an evening in his torture
room, you might have trouble explaining the whips marks on your body to your
husband."
They were watching television one morning when the doorbell rang. Rose
opened the door to the mailman, who had an oversized package for her. She
thanked him sweetly and closed the door, not noticing the look on his face.
"I'll bet you just made his day," Vivian commented.
"How's that?"
"Look at how you are dressed."
Rose looked at her body. "Oh, my God." She had grown so used to her
corsets that she had unconsciously answered the door wearing black patent
leather.
"Lucky thing you're wearing panties," Vivian said, picking up a magazine.
"But I bet you'll get your mail delivered to your door from now on."
One afternoon Rose was sitting on Vivian's face when Scott came home
early. Rose frantically untied Vivian's legs and hauled her to her feet. They
scurried to the kitchen, but Scott was coming in through the back door. In a
panic, Rose opened the basement door and shoved Vivian through it. Vivian's arms
were still strapped behind her back, and Rose had no time to undo them. She
tossed Vivian's clothes down the stairs and shut the door. Vivian teetered down
the steps into the dark basement.
Scott noticed Rose's rapid breathing when he walked in.
"How come you're panting like that?" he asked. "Having more phone sex?"
"Actually, I was," Rose told him. "I just hung up with a very sexy
sounding man, and he got me all excited." She touched her pussy in emphasis.
"That's just great," Scott muttered.
"And I was thinking about going upstairs and finger fucking myself," Rose
continued seductively. "How would you like to watch?"
Despite himself, Scott nodded and followed her upstairs.
Rose lay on the bed and opened her legs wide. She locked eyes with her
husband and played with her pussy. Scott unzipped his trousers and masturbated
in rhythm with her. As she watched the hungry expression on his face, Rose felt
sorry for Scott. She motioned him close and took his cock in her hand. She
pumped his cock while fingering herself. They came at the same time and Scott
spurted cum across her face and breasts. She even directed his cock so that it
shot onto her corset. When he was spent, Scott sagged to the bed and lay across
it. They lay panting for a few minutes.
Rose got up and took off her corset.
"Would you do me a great favor and clean this?" she asked sweetly. He
nodded.
She ran downstairs and to the basement. Vivian was sitting on the washing
machine. Rose quickly untied her arms and ran back to the kitchen. Vivian got
dressed and tiptoed behind her. She had just reached the kitchen when Scott
walked in. He stopped in surprise.
"Uh hello Vivian."
"Hi Scott," she said in a normal tone. "I dropped by to see if Rose had
any coffee hot."
"No, but I can make some in a jiffy," Rose said.
"Don't you want to get dressed?" Scott asked his wife.
"Oh, don't worry about Vivian," Rose said lightly. "She knows I'm a
slave, right?"
Vivian nodded.
"The whole neighborhood knows you're a slave," Scott muttered and left
the room.
"What's on your face?" Vivian asked Rose.
"Cum."
"Cum?"
"Um hmm. I let him spurt on me. Want to lick it off ?"
"Not likely," Vivian said.
Rose stepped close. "I want you to," she said softly.
Vivian looked at her in disbelief, then realized that Rose was serious.
"Oh, well, why not?"
She stuck out her tongue and licked Rose's face clean.
"Don't forget my breasts," Rose said, slipping her hand down Vivian's
pants. "Especially my nipples."
Scott turned on the television in the living room and watched the news
while his finger fucked the next door neighbor in the kitchen.
When Vivian walked home the grass felt odd under her feet. She looked
down and saw that she was still wearing spike heels.
"These don't really go well with gray sweat pants," she thought, taking
them off.
Ch 16
Rose told the master about wearing corsets at home. He found it
intriguing and dropped in on her occasionally. One time Vivian was there and had
to hide while the master whipped and fucked Rose. She crouched in the basement
listening to Rose's screams and moans. She heard the male voices muffled through
the floor, and heard their footsteps. As Rose shrieked and laughed and whimpered
and moaned, Vivian's pussy grew sopping wet. She knelt on the cold cement and
fingered herself to orgasm. When Rose's torture went on for hours, Vivian
masturbated several more times.
Things grew quiet, and after a long silence she tiptoed up the stairs.
She pushed the door open very slowly and almost gasped when she peeked through
and saw a man sitting at the kitchen table.
The man was very large and stark naked. He slumped in a chair and sipped
a bottle of beer. His cock was large and lay heavily across his leg.
Vivian had never seen another man's cock in her life, only her husband's.
She was astonished at the size of this man. She decided he must be one of Rose's
master's body guards. Unconsciously her hand slipped between her legs.
The man sat contentedly in Rose's kitchen. Vivian stared at his cock,
wishing she could see it get big. She wondered what he would say if she opened
the door and walked into the room.
The man heard a noise and looked toward the living room. Another naked
man walked into the kitchen. He was leading Rose on a leash. Rose's hands were
cuffed behind her back, she was sweaty, her hair was tousled and her makeup was
a mess. The man tossed her leash to the large one, then walked out. The seated
man tugged Rose forward and told her to kneel. She smiled and got down to her
knees. She bent forward and kissed his cock. In moments it was hard and huge.
Vivian's eyes were wide as she watched Rose suck the man's cock. The man closed
his eyes and enjoyed Rose's mouth for a long time, then he stood up suddenly and
yanked her to her feet.
Vivian almost screamed in shock when the man slapped Rose's breasts very
hard. Rose groaned, but closed her eyes and smiled. The man slapped her breasts
slowly and methodically until Rose's legs were trembling. She whispered
something, too softly for Vivian to hear, but the man grasped Rose by her hair
and bent her over the table. He lifted her onto the table face down. She opened
her legs and he began slapping her pussy. Rose came within minutes.
Vivian ran down the basement steps. She looked this way and that as her
heart pounded in her chests. Her pussy was on fire. Her eyes fell on a mop
leaning against a wall. She grabbed it, threw herself to the floor and shoved
the end of the handle inside her pussy.
Rose gasped and moaned in the kitchen, and luckily she was loud enough to
drown out another set of moans coming from the basement. Vivian fucked herself
with the mop over and over, and her orgasms seemed never to stop. Finally,
exhausted, she collapsed backwards and fell asleep on the floor.
When Vivian awoke, the mop handle was still inside her. She slid it out,
then stifling a groan, she crept up the stairs. The kitchen was empty. She
tiptoed out. The house seemed empty. Rose's corset lay on the living room floor,
as did her shoes and the tatters of her stockings. Vivian went upstairs and
found Rose tied to her bed. Rose's skin was striped with whip marks and her face
wore an expression of total rapture.
She opened her eyes when she heard Vivian.
"Are you all right?" Vivian asked.
"Um hmm," Rose murmured contentedly. "What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?" Vivian asked.
"Look at yourself."
Vivian was aghast when she looked in the mirror. Her hair was in
disarray, her face was streaked with perspiration, and she was filthy."
"Did they find you and fuck you too?" Rose asked.
"No, I hid in the basement," Vivian said. "But I peeked out and watched
that man spank you in the kitchen."
"Mmmm, that was Gino," Rose said. "Cathy really likes him."
"I can see why."
"How did you get so dirty?" Rose asked.
Vivian blushed. "I lay on the basement floor and fucked myself with your
mop handle."
Rose looked at her in surprise, then laughed. "If you were that horny you
should have just come out and let them fuck you."
"I almost did."
"Careful, Vivian, before long you'll be asking to go with me to the
master's house."
"No, I don't think I could ever do that," Vivian said. "But I did like
watching you in the kitchen."
"I wish I'd known you were watching," Rose said. "I would have liked
that."
"Do you want me to untie you?" Vivian asked.
"No, the master left me here for my husband to find," Rose said. "That's
part of the fun."
"What will Scott do when he comes home?"
"He will take out his cock and masturbate until he spurts all over me,"
Rose said.
"Oh. Doesn't he screw you?"
"No, but I couldn't stop him if he did. Sometimes I wonder why he doesn't
just jump on me and fuck my brains out."
"Yeah,"
"But he'll only jerk off, then untie me. Then I'll take a shower and cook
dinner. Only, I don't feel like cooking tonight," Rose said, stretching as far
as her bonds allowed. "I think I'll make Scott take me out to eat."
"I guess I'd better go then," Vivian said.
"What time is it?"
"Four thirty."
"My husband won't be home till after five," Rose said. "Why don't you
crawl up here and put your pussy on my mouth."
"After all that sex, you still want more?" Vivian asked amazed.
"Yes, I told you, I'm a slut."
Vivian looked at Rose, then climbed on the bed.
