Naughty Pussies

NAUGHTY PUSSIES

by slavegirl

 

Chapter Two

The Locker Room

 

            Daphne gave directions as Samantha drove to meet The Girls. The address Yvette provided was in an industrial area, empty of cars on a Friday night except for the space in front of 665 Harrington. Tension filled the air. No one was sure of what to expect.

            Amber stood under the lighted canopy. Peaches was the first to see her. “Looks like she’s waiting for someone.”

            “Probably us,” Daphne said.

            Dawn’s lower lip quivered. “What if we don’t like this place?”

            “Get a grip,” Samantha said. “We’re here to have a good time.”

            As the four approached the lighted entry, Amber waved.

            “Yvette positioned me outside so you would know you were at the right place.” Amber opened the carved wooden door. She followed Samantha, Daphne, Peaches and Dawn across the threshold.

            A dimly lit hall led to a room where a knot of nude women stood talking. Their nipples were hard. Yvette separated herself from the cluster. She pulled Candi’s leash forcing her to follow. Amber removed her clothes and put them into a bag Yvette held out. “Come, I want you to meet Mistress Key.”

All seven walked further down the hall into an alcove. A nude woman on all fours, her hanging breasts almost touched the floor, occupied the center of the space. To her right, another nude woman on all fours provided seating for an animated woman clad in tight leather pants. A whip was draped over her naked shoulder. Dawn reached for Daphne’s hand. Daphne shook her off.

The animated woman held out her arms to Yvette. “These must be your friends,” she said.

Yvette stepped forward. “Mistress Key may I present Samantha, Daphne, Dawn and Peaches.”

“Thank you for allowing us to visit your club,” Samantha said.

Mistress Key nodded her head in acceptance. “Show these lovely ladies around, Yvette.  We’ll talk later.”

With Candi’s leash in hand, Yvette strutted into a room further down the hall. Dawn gasped. Peaches’ eyes grew big as saucers. Posts held maidens in various stressful positions. Light glistened from silver nipple clamps cutting into breasts tightly bound with black rope. Milk white skin covered arms stretched overhead and tied to an eyebolt high up the post with the same black rope.

A few feet away, another female stood spread-eagled, her cuffed wrists and ankles attached to eyebolts in the ceiling and floor. A wide black leather belt confined her waist tightly to the post.  Next to her a tall slender girl, arms at her sides, had white rope continuously wrapped around her body and the post from her ankles to her neck. Only the very top of the post was visible. A red ball gag protruded from the mouth. At another location the woman straddled a narrow board jutting out from a post. Her arms, elbows together, were bound behind her back with a black leather glove. With her legs pulled out to the side by chains around each ankle that were locked to eyebolts in the floor, the toes of her shoes barely touched the ground.

“We can’t spend all night here,” Yvette said as she escorted the fully engrossed women down the hall into the main room.

A spotlight showed onto an elevated stage. Suspended by her ankles, legs wide apart, a curvaceous woman was getting her pussy whipped. With each strike her long black hair fluttered from side to side.

Yvette handed Candi’s leash to Samantha. “I need to take care of a bit of business,” she said before ducking behind a black drape.

Just as Yvette disappeared, a stern woman in black stiletto boots led a disheveled female by a long chain leash. “Get moving, Pig,” the stiletto boots yelled. Wearing a discipline hood as well as high heels made it impossible for the disheveled female to see where she was walking but that didn’t matter to stiletto boots. “Don’t be so clumsy,” she admonished.

A tall woman dressed in a short black maid’s outfit with white apron and white cap threaded her way around the room. She had to be careful not to touch anyone to avoid spilling the glass of champagne sitting on the tray attached to her waist. If the glass fell, her hands being handcuffed behind her back would prevent her from retrieving it.

As Samantha, Daphne, Dawn and Peaches stepped further into the main room, Daphne saw an area set aside with food and beverages. “How about something to drink?” she asked Samantha.

Samantha pulled Candi’s leash, forcing her neck to be strained in the direction of the food. Samantha was sure that Candi, Dawn, and Peaches would also be thirsty. At the edge of the bar she pointed to Candi, “Down,” she said. Candi fell to her knees. Daphne smiled. She pointed first to Dawn, then to Peaches. “Down,” she said. Both dropped to their knees.

“Beg for what you want,” Samantha said to the three prostrate women.

Candi grasped her hands beneath her chin as if in prayer. “Please, mistress, may your slave have a glass of water?”

Samantha looked down the row. “Well ladies, beg.”

Kneeling beside Peaches, Dawn raised her head to Daphne. With pleading eyes she asked, “Please Mistress, may your slave be granted a glass of juice?”

“This is good. No, this is great,” Daphne said. “Well Peaches, how can you convince me to give you what you want?”

Immediately Peaches started licking Daphne’s shoes. When she had finished she raised her face, clasped her hands under her chin, “Please Mistress, may your humble servant be granted a small glass of water?”

            Samantha ordered. As she handed each submissive her drink Yvette returned. She took Amber’s glass for her own. Stiletto boots walked up to the bar. With blouse torn, skirt hem hanging and bare feet her slave stumbled. “Can’t you walk, Pig?”

            The discipline hood moved up and down.

            Stiletto boots grasped her drink then pulled her slave away in the direction of the stage.

            “I feel sorry for that poor girl,” Dawn said.

            “This is gentle for Alexis,” Yvette said. “You should have been here the night Pig earned her name.”

            “And how did that come about?” Daphne asked.

            Emanating an atmosphere of being totally in control, Yvette explained. “The girl had her mouth completely sealed inside the hood. Alexis tied her over a rail and kept caning her butt and the back of her legs until she was squealing like a pig. . .Alexis has called her Pig ever since.”

            Peaches trembled at the thought. Dawn held her hand for support.

            “There’s a flogging starting in five minutes I think you’ll enjoy,” Yvette said. She headed out of the refreshment area. Samantha followed close behind. Daphne picked up Candi’s leash. “Let’s go girls and be quick about it,” Daphne said.

            A nude female was strapped, face forward, to a shinny aluminum Saint Andrews cross. To the right side, stainless steel hooks displayed floggers of assorted weight and design. An imposing woman, grandly attired in red thigh high boots over leather pants with matching strapless corset top began stroking the exposed skin of her model.

            “That’s Mistress Cinnamon,” Yvette volunteered.

            With all eyes focused on the cross, Mistress Cinnamon selected two whips, one red, one black. She began slowly, gradually picking up speed until every strike of each whip sounded like blows. Between each lightening attack, marks developed. At first the white skin turned pink, then red. With more onslaught, cuts appeared. Moans of pleasure sounded from the throat of the body on the cross. When Mistress Cinnamon stopped, applause rose from the audience. She bowed before releasing her submissive and presenting her to the spectators. More clapping followed.

            After the crowd moved away Alexis approached the cross. Pig’s skirt had been ripped to expose her sex. There was nothing to protect her below the waist. Alexis hung the handhold of Pig’s leash over one of the hooks that had previously held a flogger, taped a sign to Pig’s chest that read: SPANK ME and walked away.

            “Is that an open invitation?” Samantha asked.

            “Absolutely,” Yvette said.

            Excited, Samantha landed her hand on Pig’s butt. Adeline encouraged Samantha to land harder and harder blows. Pig stuck out her butt for more. Samantha obliged. When Samantha had satisfied her craving she looked around. Another crowd had formed with Alexis standing at the front.

            Alexis inspected Pig’s butt. “A nice cherry red.” She shook Samantha’s hand. “She’s available to you anytime you desire.”

            “She’s very accommodating. I enjoyed myself,” Samantha said.

            “Anyone else?” Alexis asked. Another woman stepped forward.

            Daphne put her arm around Samantha’s shoulder. “What was that like? Give.”

            “A real power trip. You should get in line.”

            “I think I will.” Daphne smiled. “Oh, everybody’s over by the cage.” She pointed in the direction of the glittering lights.

            Peaches pulled Samantha to her side. “Have you ever seen such beautiful tattoos?” Peaches asked.

            In a crouched position, with a bar behind her back to prevent movement, the girl’s arms had been pulled taught and tied to bars at the back of the cage. Swirls in every color of the rainbow curled the length of both arms accentuating the girl’s triceps. Her head, shaved around each ear, displayed red lightening bolts outlined in black.

            “Could you stand the pain?” Samantha asked.

            “For that result, yes,” Peaches said.

            A stately woman put her hand through a slot in the cage bars. “Open,” she said.

            The girl obeyed.

            The woman set a paddle in the girl’s mouth. “Hold this until I get back.”

            “Where’s Daphne?” Dawn asked Samantha.

            “Spanking Pig.”

            “Oh,” Dawn whispered.

            “Want to watch?”

            Before Dawn could answer, Daphne stood by the cage. Her cheeks flushed, there was little doubt Daphne had enjoyed giving a spanking.

            On the floor next to the cage a nude woman had been hog-tied. The ropes attached to her ponytail pulled her head back. The veins of her neck bulged. She lay on her side. A rod between her knees exposed her pussy. A stern woman used a riding crop on her clit. Three more women waited in line to inflict more pain.

            Samantha reached her hand up under Peaches’ skirt. She was wet. Peaches blushed. Daphne did the same to Dawn. Her vagina dripped. Samantha and Daphne exchanged knowing looks. “We best get on to the house,” Samantha said.

            “Goodness, it’s after eleven,” Yvette said. “If it’s an hour to your place maybe you want to have us over another time.”

            “Does anyone have to go to work tomorrow?” Samantha asked.

            “Not in my group,” Yvette said.

            “Then let’s say our good byes to Mistress Key so we can be on our way,” Daphne said.

            Having been fully engrossed in the different activities, none of the seven realized how The Locker Room had filled with female energy. Yvette led the way to the front alcove. Mistress Key still held court on the female chair. “We’re at capacity,” she advised two women carrying black bags. Disappointment was evident in their eyes as they turned to leave.

            When Mistress Key caught sight of Yvette’s group she called out, “Wait. I think we have just created room.” The two returned, showed their ID and walked down the hall.

            “So, how did your visit go?” Mistress Key looked straight at Samantha.

            “Inspiring,” Samantha said.

            “Eye opening,” Daphne added.

            “I have the feeling we have four converts to our lifestyle,” Yvette said.

            “You’re welcome anytime,” Mistress Key said before she turned to check the IDs of three more guests.

            Alexis appeared in the alcove. Samantha thought she recognized the exhausted girl behind Alexis struggling to stand. The discipline hood had been removed. Moist black ringlets framed a china-doll face.

            “Tell Mistress Samantha thank you for your spanking, Pig.”

            “Thank you Mistress.” Pig curtsied.

            “Don’t forget Mistress Daphne.”

            Pig turned. “Thank you for my spanking, Mistress Daphne.”

            Not knowing the protocol, Samantha hesitated a moment before saying, “Our pleasure.”

            Filled with pride, all seven exited The Locker Room to make room for more guests. In the parking lot Samantha gave Yvette printed directions to the Victorian house.

            Yvette handed the map to Amber. “Candi, you drive. Follow Samantha’s mini van. At this time of night there won’t be much traffic,” Yvette said. “In case you lose sight of the mini van, Amber will keep you on course. I’m going to ride in the back and take a nap.”

            Both groups piled into their cars. With engines revved, Samantha led the way. Speeding along the highway no one spoke in either vehicle. The events of the evening had left a lasting impression each woman chose to keep to herself for the moment.

            Bright porch lights welcomed the newcomers. “When you said you lived in a Victorian house I never envisioned a place like this,” Yvette declared.

            Dawn proudly opened the leaded glass door.

            “Daphne, why don’t you give our guests a tour while Peaches, Dawn and I put out refreshments?” Samantha said.

            As the three disappeared into the kitchen Daphne said, “The living room has a working fireplace.”  She swept her hand to indicate the entire room. “All the period furniture came from estate sales.

            Yvette sat down in a high back chair with a lion head on each arm. She curled her fingers around the snarling mouth. “Now this is a chair,” she said.

            “A little further along is the library. Until tonight we never thought of the assorted chairs around the table having any purpose except to provide comfort while reading.”

            Amber scanned the shelves. Cookbooks filled a complete section. Volumes devoted to investment advice occupied another section. Other shelves displayed fashion magazines. “You’ve got a lot of empty shelves over here,” Amber said.

            “I can recommend some titles to round out your reading,” Yvette said.

            At the bottom of a spiral staircase Daphne pointed to the left. “Standard laundry room connected to a mud room.” She started up the stairs.

            “This oak banister would make a great restraining device.” Yvette ran her hand smoothly over the highly polished wood. Out of the corner of her eye Yvette caught Candi smiling.

            “All five bedrooms are on the second floor.”

            “You each have your own room?” Candi asked, disbelief in her voice.

            “Yes. Our own private bathrooms, too,” Daphne said.

            “I could get used to this kind of luxury real easy,” Amber said.

            Daphne turned the glass knob. Yvette, Candi and Amber stepped into the carpeted space with twin beds. Daphne pointed to the mannequin draped with silk scarves. “Dawn’s into fashion,” she said.

            “You have five bedrooms but there are only four of you, right?” Yvette asked.

            “Right,” Daphne responded. “Peaches has the other room with twin beds. She’s messy. Samantha has to stay on her all the time to pick up her clothes.” Daphne walked to the open door. “This is my room. It’s pretty minimal.”

            “A queen size bed isn’t minimal,” Candi said.

            Daphne turned their attention across the hall. “Samantha also has a queen size bed. She keeps fresh flowers.”

            “What do you use the fifth bedroom for?” Yvette asked.

            “The occasional guest.” Daphne pushed the door open. “It’s got a queen size bed, too.”

            They now stood at the base of a narrow staircase. “The attic’s up there,” Daphne said.

            “Could we see?” Yvette asked.

            “Sure.” Daphne started up the stairs. She opened the door for the group to step into the loft.

            All three looked around. Yvette pushed Amber up against one of the posts. Yvette stood back forming a frame with her hands. “Wouldn’t take much to have some fun up here,” Yvette said. “You say you have a basement too?”

            “Yes,” Daphne said. “We can go down, if you like.”

            “Anything in the basement?”

            “Empty storage cabinets, couple benches, more support posts.”

            Peaches appeared in the opening to the attic. “Food is on the table,” she said.

            Daphne led the way to the formal dining room. Candles burned on the banquet table. Four straight-back chairs lined each side. Carved side chairs sat at both ends. Red china plates with gold trim, gold silverware on white linen napkins next to crystal goblets designated eight place settings.

            Samantha took Daphne to the side. “Since Yvette is our guest she should sit at the head of the table, don’t you think?”

            Daphne nodded. She pulled out the chair. “As our honored guest, would you sit here, Yvette?”

            After Yvette was seated Amber sat next to Peaches on the left. Dawn and Candi selected chairs on either side of Daphne on the right. Samantha took the second side chair. Wine had already been poured in the goblets. Samantha raised hers. “To our new friends,” she said.

            Platters piled high with chicken cacciatore, antipasto salad and lasagna were passed around. “Do you eat like this everyday?” Amber asked.

            “Pretty much,” Dawn said.

            “No lasagna for you, Amber,” Yvette said.

            Amber passed the platter on.

            In the silence of eating Yvette thought how to ask her question. She decided the direct approach was best. “The building where I live is being converted to condos. I have to move out. Would you consider renting your spare room to me?”

            Gasps sounded from Candi and Amber. They looked at each other stunned.

            “Do you all live in the same apartment?” Samantha asked.

            “No. Candi rents a room in the home of a perverted old man two streets over from me. Amber has a cot in her sister’s basement,” Yvette explained.

            “Daphne manages the finances for the house. Rumors have been circulating that the house will go on the market soon. It would be a shame to relocate you, then make you move again in a matter of months,” Samantha said.

            “If Yvette moved out here she’d be way far away from Candi and Amber.” Peaches dropped her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to presume I had an opinion,” she said.

            “May I suggest,” Daphne looked to Samantha, “We could use the added income. Perhaps a trial period where Yvette, Candi and Amber moved here could be considered.”

            “But you’ve only got five bedrooms,” Yvette said.

            “Two have twin beds. That’s seven all together so we have enough for each girl to have her own place to sleep,” Daphne said.

            Amber helped Peaches clear the table.  In the kitchen Peaches filled the dishwasher. “Would you mind us moving in?” Amber asked.

            “It would be fun. There’s so much new stuff to explore. You could room with me. I’m a bit messy though.”

            “A bed in a messy room beats a cot in a basement any day.”

            “Get back in here, you two,” Daphne called out from the dining room.

            They hurried back to their places at the table. Samantha dinged her knife against her goblet to get everyone’s attention. “We have agreed to add Yvette, Candi and Amber to our house for ninety days. They will pay rent and help with household chores. We will revisit the arrangement in three months.”

            Excitement filled the room. Samantha cleared her throat to stop the chatter. “We’ve all had a long day. I propose we get some sleep before we work out the details. When Yvette, Candi and Amber are rested they may think better of our offer.”

            “Not a chance,” Yvette said.

            “Yvette you take the guest bedroom. Dawn, you will room with Candi. Peaches and Amber make a good duo. They will use the other twin beds.” Samantha instructed.

            Daphne blew out the candles. Her mind swirled with details that must be considered to make the plan work. Sunrise was only hours away.

            The aroma of brewing coffee spread through the house. Daphne sat at the kitchen table scrawling notes on a yellow legal pad. Samantha dropped biscuits onto a baking sheet. Waving her spatula in the air, she turned to Daphne.

            “What if the house goes on the market sooner than ninety days?” Samantha asked.

            “I’ve invested our money in funds that have produced good returns. We could buy the place,” Daphne said.

            “Would we be able to cover monthly expenses and do some upgrading?”

            Daphne pointed her pen at Samantha. “That depends on our new tenants,” she said.

            Yvette stepped into the kitchen. “What depends on us?” she asked as she poured a cup of coffee.

            “Our long-term financial stability; should we end up buying this house,” Daphne responded.

            Amber followed Peaches lead and helped set the table. “I’ve never seen a professional kitchen,” Amber said as she filled glasses with orange juice.  Dawn scrambled eggs. When the biscuits came out of the oven everyone sat down to breakfast.

            “How did y’all sleep?” Samantha asked.

            “Like babies,” Yvette answered for her girls.

            “Since you’ve all got clear heads, let’s get down to business. This morning I’ll need checks from each of you for the first month’s rent to show you are serious.” She handed out credit applications. “For everyone’s protection I’ll run a credit check.”

            Candi raised her hand. “I haven’t got any credit cards.”

            “Good.” Daphne noted that information.

            “You’ve got savings don’t you?” Yvette asked.

            “A little,” Candi said.

            “What about you Amber, any assets?” Yvette asked.

            Amber blushed. “A money market account as well as some stocks.”

            Yvette turned to Daphne. “They’ll provide you with all the necessary information so that you can take over custodianship.” She glared at Amber who gulped at the suggestion. “My assets will be turned over as well.” Amber sighed with relief.

            “How soon would you want to move?” Samantha asked.

            “Today,” Yvette said. “None of us has any furniture. Our clothes, along with personal belongings, could be packed quickly.” She thought a moment. “Is that too quick?”

            “Absolutely not,” Samantha said. “With two vehicles and seven people, things should go smoothly. If they don’t, there will be hell to pay.”

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