Satan's Cellar

by obohobo

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF NC

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Copyright 2005

Chapter 1. Judy

'… and I walked painfully home with my poor bottom on fire just like it was after my initiation into Satan's Cellar in Dinton a year ago.' Judy read that line over and over. It was almost a throwaway line in the story she'd downloaded from an adult site, describing the plight of a woman submitting herself to the domination of a strict master. The word that caught Judy's attention was 'Dinton'. Dinton, the neighbouring town where she was going to attend the sixth form college next term.

Judy enjoyed stories where the heroine was frequently punished and forced to sexually submit to men and women in the most outrageous ways. The fingers of her left hand, now slimy and coated with juice, furiously masturbated her cunt while her still clean right hand repeatedly hit the 'page down' key. Reading the story for a second time she pondered, "Is Satan's Cellar a real place or just a figment of the author's imagination? Is it real or is it fiction?" First she checked to see if the date on the BDSM Library heading was current. It was. "Maybe it's in the phone book." It wasn't. "Try Dinton's Tourist Information Centre Site." Nothing. A Google search on "Satan's Cellar" and "Dinton" only came up with the story she already had. These negative results only made Judy more determined to find an answer. "It's probably a fictional place but it's odd the author chose a small town like Dinton. From a few other clues within the story Judy guessed he or she must live locally. Probably a she from her pseudonym, 'timidpeahen' and from the way the story was written."

For a while she studied the header information and debated whether or not to email timidpeahen. At sixteen years old, she knew she shouldn't have accessed the site but knowing her way around computers she had long ago thwarted the Net Nanny programme her mother thought was installed. Neither of her parents were around much these days and even if they were, they were not computer literate and would have to come right into her room before they could see the screen. After much hesitation, she decided to email the author using her web email account in the name of Obfus-Kate.

>Dear timidpeahen

I very much enjoyed your story, Satan's Cellar and as I live close to Dinton, I wondered if Satan's Cellar was a real place and if it is, where I might find it. I would love to experience some of the things you did and had done to you.

Obfus-Kate>

Next morning she had a reply.

>Dear Obfus-Kate

Yes, the place is real but it is a private club whose members are necessarily quite wealthy or who are sponsored by a member. Sorry, for security reasons I cannot give you the location at this time. How much experience do you already have?

timidpeahen>

Over the course of several more emails Judy explained that she had no experience of sex or of being beaten except when she had tried self-flagellation with a belt and with a whip she'd made from bootlaces. "It wasn't very successful," she told timidpeahen, "Partly because I couldn't swing either the belt or the whip very well and partly because I wasn't tied down and helpless. I was also able to stop at any time and there was only my finger for sex afterwards. I did once force myself to hit my cunt twenty times with the whip, which made it very sore for a couple of days even though I didn't hit very hard." When asked to describe herself, Judy replied, "I am a large girl, 5' 10" tall, large framed and rather plump and I'm quite well endowed in the boob department. The main problem is that I'm very shy and spend most of my spare time on this computer looking at sex sites particularly those with a BDSM content. I don't seem to be able to hold a conversation with boys but am better when anonymous on email." She lied and said she was eighteen years old.

>Hi O-Kate

I would like to meet you. Would Saturday in Denton Park by the bandstand at 10.30 be okay? I will wear a red jacket with a light yellow skirt. That should be distinctive enough. You can call me Carol.

Timidpeahen>

For mid-June the weather was cool with showers off and on. Judy arrived at the park on time and shortly afterwards saw the petit Carol walking along the path towards her. For a few moments she just stood there, ready to turn on her heels and walk away and probably would have if Carol had not called out, "Kate?" Judy looked around, but no one else turned their heads. "Kate," Carol called again. There was no escape now. Carol gave her a hug. "I guessed it was you from your description and the way you looked startled and frightened when I called," Carol went on, "Look, its not a very nice day to sit and talk outside, let's go to Molly's Tea Room and grab a coffee. We can talk there."

For a while they talked of inconsequential things, just getting to know each other but soon their conversation was interrupted by an influx of customers two of whom were girls she knew from school. "Hi Judy, may we join you?" Emma asked, "Haven't seen you in here before. Who's your friend?" Blushing, Judy introduced Carol as a penfriend she'd just met, which wasn't far from the truth." They talked for a few moments, or at least the two girls and Carol did. Judy retreated into her shell and kept quiet.

Sizing up the situation, Carol stood and said, "We'd better get some shopping done before the morning goes altogether." When they were outside, Carol spoke quietly, "So Judy's your real name, well Judy you have a choice, get on the bus and go back home or come to my place and be punished for lying to me. I only live ten minutes walk away. Come with me and we'll explore your desires in a practical way or leave for the bus. It's up to you. I know you'll be taking a risk but that's part of the excitement surely? I promise you though, there will only be the two of us there and you won't be badly hurt." Carol walked away. For some minutes Judy stood watching the red coated figure make her way through the crowded street and then took off after her.

"Come in," Carol invited the girl and when safely inside ordered, "Go into my bedroom and take off all your clothes. Everything. Then come into the lounge and be prepared for a hard spanking." Judy hesitated. "Do it and get a move on!" Carol snapped, "Otherwise it will be more than a spanking you'll be getting."

Shaking a little Judy did as she was told. "I guess this is where I find out if I really want this slave thing," she said to herself as she undressed, "It will be my first real hiding. Will I be able to take it? I know she won't like my big fat body when she sees it." Shyly covering her breasts with her arms and keeping her legs as close together as possible, Judy entered the lounge.

"Hands behind your head," Carol ordered, "I want a good look at you. A look and a feel." She was a little over awed by the girl's physical size when compared to her own much smaller body. "It will be okay as long as I keep in control," Carol told herself. Judy started to shake a little when felt Carol's arms around her neck and the older woman stretched up and kissed her. A long sensuous kiss. One like she imagined her male lover might kiss her. "Keep your hands where they are and kiss back," Carol whispered. Judy did and when she felt Carol's tongue trying to gain and entrance she opened her mouth and allowed it to enter. Never before had she felt the thrill of kisses like this and was disappointed when Carol pulled away without any comment.

Moments later Judy's boobs received Carols attention. "You said you were well endowed, Judy and I can see what you mean. The men will love them and so do I." Carol suckled and massaged first one tit and then the other until Judy could feel wetness between her legs and was murmuring and giving little cries of delight. "Did you ever try whipping your tits like you did your cunt Judy?"

"Yes, but not hard and it isn't easy to do more that flick the whip. Even that hurt quite badly. I don't know how the women in the stories could stand it."

"They do, Judy, they do, especially when they are helpless and cannot do otherwise. I speak from personal experience, Judy. It does hurt like hell but it often gets me horny too so there are compensations. Breasts the size of yours will attract the cane like a magnet whereas my smaller ones are more often whipped just for punishment and not for the pleasure of seeing them bounce around. Think about that Judy if you really think about joining the club."

Slowly Carol's lips worked their way down Judy's body and between her legs. "This bird's nest will have to go too, Judy. Either you'll have to keep shaving, which is a pain or you'll have to have electrolysis. It is rare for the masters and mistresses to like a hair-covered cunt. Some don't mind if there is a small decorative patch but not this amount. I'll do it for you later if you like." Carol's fingers and tongue probed the younger girl's vagina and quickly brought her to a climax.

"Well you certainly seemed to enjoy that my girl. You certainly seem to have plenty of sex drive in that body of yours," Carol commented. Judy blushed. "Now it's my turn. Come." Carol led her back into the bedroom and unashamedly undressed in front of Judy. She then lay spread-eagled on the bed. "Do unto me as I did unto you," Carol laughed misquoting some passage from the scriptures. Still feeling very exited and sexually stimulated, Judy took her time exploring her new friend's much smaller body. The fine red lines that decorated her arse, the front of her thighs and her breasts, particularly intrigued her. They were obviously not too recent but they must have been painful when they were administered. She asked about them.

"They marked the end of my year of being a slave. I can now be a master if I wish or I can continue as a sub," Carol explained. "Now though it is time for me to punish you for lying to me."

"I'm sorry Carol. I didn't want to reveal my real name on a first visit and obfuscate means to blur or hide so I guessed you would know…."

"That wasn't what I was talking about Judy. You're right, I guessed Kate was a false name. I wasn't worried about that. What is much more serious and what could have got me into a lot of trouble was the fact that you lied about your age. You are not eighteen, you're only sixteen or at most just seventeen like those schoolgirls in Molly's. How old are you really Judy?"

"Sixteen," she whispered, "I'm sorry. I thought I could look like eighteen and I knew I should not have accessed the site."

"You know you cannot join Satan's Cellar until you are eighteen except if your parents sign a consent form. Both parents. Even then you will have to start as a trainee and then do full slave training when you're eighteen, if someone sponsors you."

"They'll never do that," Judy began to weep, "They'd never agree."

"I didn't say they would have to agree, I said they had to sign a consent form. Not quite the same thing Judy." She gave a mischievous grin and Judy caught her train of thought

"Maybe I could get them to do that," Judy thought out loud. "They often have to sign school forms for me and rarely do they read the forms first."

"You deserve a spanking for that as well," Carol laughed, "Will your parents expect you home anytime soon?"

"I left a note to say I would be gone all day, and would be looking for somewhere to stay while I attend college. If they are in, they will probably expect me home at teatime. I can leave a message on the answerphone if I am going to be later than that. My last bus leaves at 6:45 though."

"I think I can solve two of your problems at one go then. I can drive you home and I can offer you a room at a nominal rent provided I have access to your body at weekends or when you are free of college work. Does that appeal to you?"

"That sounds great Carol, really great. Thanks you."

"First though, there is the little matter of your spanking and here I must warn you that I can be very cruel when I get a helpless girl or boy to thrash. I shan't spare your arse Judy. It will be tender for several days. You said you couldn't do what you wanted to yourself, now you can find out what it is really like to feel the strap bite into your soft flesh. You will be fastened down so you can do nothing to stop me once I start. "It's your choice now. Lie face down on the bed or get dressed and catch the bus."

Judy didn't hesitate. This was what she had dreamed of. She had a vague idea how much it would hurt and this would be a chance for her to find out. "May I use the loo first?" was all she said.

"Whap!" The leather paddle hit Judy's arse with considerable force. Her body bucked under the impact but the bindings held her in position. She expected pain, but not this bad but she tried not to cry out. In any case the gag muffled her cries. "Whap!" the paddle descended again, and then again. Carol laughed at her discomfiture. "I'm only just starting Judy. Plenty more to come and just think how lucky you are that this is not a cane or a whip." Still taunting her victim, Carol kept the paddle striking the reddening buttocks. At first Judy felt nothing but the hell of pain but slowly a warm feeling flowed into her vaginal area, her cunt flowed with wetness and she climaxed.

Shortly after Carol released her. Tears flowed down Judy's face as she massaged her sore bum but she didn't complain of her treatment. Her climax was one of the best she ever experienced. Now though the soreness was coming to the fore. "You took that very well and orgasmed, I didn't expect that my girl. Time we had a shower and some lunch," Carol said.

Chapter 2. Michael

"Michael Sullivan? Amanda Goodman. You did some electrical work for a friend of mine, Mrs. Farquarson and she recommended you."

"Yes, I remember the lady, I rewired the whole of her house."

"Would you be interested in doing a considerable amount of electrical installation work for me? The thing is though, you would have to be extremely discreet and not breathe a word of what you are asked to do…No it's nothing illegal but some of the things you'll see and do will be, shall we say, unusual?"

"Unusual, in what way Ms. Goodman?"

"It's work in a sex club. Does that put you off?"

"Not necessarily provided the money's okay and I don't have to get involved with drugs and underage stuff."

"No you don't have to get involved in any of the activities Michael, we just want you to install special lighting and hoists and arrange the power supplies to other equipment. There's three-phase electricity already there but it will need updating to conform to the new regulations. Can we meet and discus it? That is if you think you might want the job. You can charge your usual rate and we'll pay a premium for your secrecy."

"This used to be a small private printing firm," Amanda explained when they met, "This was the basement where they did the typesetting, guillotining and stored paper. The floor above is reinforced to take the weight of the presses. Those double doors lead to the yard. They'll still open but we now only use the daughter door unless anything large is to be brought in."

But it wasn't the doors or the power supply arrangements that caught Michael's immediate attention. Rather it was a wooden St. Andrew's cross that stood against one wall with leather straps at various points. From this, together with other items in the basement, Michael quickly realised the nature of the sex club. His prick started to stiffen. "Its like a dungeon Amanda," he remarked.

You can call me Mandy, Michael. Yes, it is supposed to be a dungeon and will be even more realistic when we have it refurbished. One of the members is coming in to plaster and make the walls look like rock and up there," she pointed to places near the ceiling, "Will be two false windows with bars. We'll need some very subdued light behind them to make it look like dim daylight is coming through." She went on to explain and showed him what else was required and spread the plans on a solid oak table that also had straps fastened at various points.

"Mandy?" They had stopped for coffee, "Can I ask you what actually goes on at these meetings? Do you really whip people? Torture them? Rape them?"

Mandy laughed. "Are you afraid that if your work isn't up to scratch, we'll strap you to that cross and whip you? No we won't do that, but yes, we do whip, cane and strap people but they come here willingly and submit to it. We don't rape them because they are willing, but we do screw them in every orifice. The punishments are painful, even very painful but no permanent damage is done."

"I've often fantasised that I was a whipmaster on a plantation, or the sheikh with a harem or a Gestapo officer interrogating Jewish women prisoners and forcing them to submit to my desires. It sounds as if here you make those kind of fantasises come true." Mandy noticed Michael's eyes were looking vacant and his prick was tenting his overalls.

"If you are thinking about joining, you may need to think again, Michael. You either need to be rich or you need a sponsor. Not only that, you have to serve for at least one year as a submissive slave. A kind of apprenticeship. During that time you will be assigned to a master for six months and then spend six months with a mistress or vice versa. They will allow you to go about your daily business but will demand your services whenever you are free and will punish you if those services are not up to scratch. You will be brought to at least ten of the monthly meetings here and at those meetings you will be at the mercy of all members. Members can only be masters if they know what it feels like to be a sub. It's not something that suits most people and there is a very real difference between fantasy pain and the feel of a whip on your skin. Now let's get back to work. Think about what it would really be like to be caned, and caned hard and if you still feel you would like to join us, give me a ring and come and see me at the weekend and ask for a sample. I have a flat upstairs."

Michael did think long and hard. He'd met Mandy several times during the week on business and liked her friendly personality but she never mentioned the weekend. He didn't either. Now it was Friday afternoon. Decision time. Weighing up his options Michael decided if he didn't at least try it, he would never get the chance again. "She's a friendly woman so I guess she won't hit too hard and I may be able to get my cock into her as well," he thought. "In any case I'm so much bigger than her, I should be able to overpower her if things get out of hand. He phoned when he got home.

"Come about six Michael, we can have dinner together and I can find a bit more about you afterwards you can decide if you wish to be my slave for the weekend," suggested Mandy. Michael hadn't expected to be with her more than one evening but thought the chances of screwing her would be an even higher. Little did he know that Mandy planned to seduce him as well as caning his arse. "If we get him into the club, there is a better chance he will keep his mouth shut and it will be very useful to have him as a semi-permanent electrician," she suggested to Paul, the Grand Master of the club.

Promptly at six, Mandy let him in. "Nice place you have here," Michael remarked trying not to look too hard at the revealing way she was dressed, "very spacious for a flat."

"This was the office end of the printers," Mandy explained, "And the lounge we are in now was for the typing pool. When lead type was on the way out, girls typed all the text on to long rolls of paper and these were cut and pasted on to sheets for photographing and printing. But you aren't here to learn about the old printing techniques, you came to have your bottom warmed and you hope to get your cock in me. Right?" Michael could only nod; his eyes were glued to Mandy's breasts as she bent to kiss his forehead. "Dinner and talk first, then we'll get down to the real business unless you decide to walk out of the door."

Dinner over, they sat in comfortable chairs drinking coffee. "So to summarise," Mandy gave an infectious smile, "You are twenty-one, single, live alone, have your own business and try to work from 7 a.m. and finish at 4 p.m. to allow you to prepare a meal. After tea you often have office work, ordering supplies and booking keeping. You've had a number of girl friends, one who lived with you for three months and you've had casual sex with several women who you have done work for. None of them really allowed you to dominate them and you've not had any homosexual experiences. That about right?"

"You seem to have me summed up, Mandy." Michael grinned.

"The correct reply should have been 'Yes, ma'am'. Dinner's over," Mandy snapped. "Now is your last chance to leave. If you stay, you are here until four o'clock on Sunday afternoon."

"Sorry ma'am," Michael decided to play her game, "I will stay ma'am."

"Then get those clothes off, I wish to see the hidden parts of my new slave." Mandy's voice was sharp and brusque. Willingly Michael undressed and dropped his garments on the floor. "Fold them," Mandy ordered, "And put them on the chair over in the corner. You won't need them for a couple of days." When he was once again standing before her hands behind his neck, Mandy hooked her right index finger under his half-hard prick and gently lifted it as though testing its weight. "Not too bad," she commented, "Reasonable length and thickness." Michael wisely refrained from saying, "No girl has complained so far."

"Turn round, bend right over and spread your legs wide, slave boy." Mandy probed his arsehole. "Very tight," she noted, "But we can soon open it up. All the masters will wish to use it, some more than others. And we'll also have to remove all this hair from around it and from around your prick as well. You will need to be a bald as I am there and your hole just as open." She bent down and lifted her skirt. As Michael had suspected from glimpses during dinner, Mandy wore nothing underneath. His prick became fully erect as he gazed at her bare cunt and, when she pulled her bum cheeks apart, he saw how open her arsehole was. He longed the thrust his prick into her but knew he wouldn't be allowed to do that without permission. "My hair has been permanently removed, but for this weekend I'll only shave you," Mandy said. "Stand up straight again," she ordered and opened a drawer in the sideboard. "You know what these are of course?" She showed him the items she'd taken out.

"Cuffs and a collar."

"Cuffs and a collar MA'AM! Don't forget how to address me otherwise you forgetfulness could prove painful. That was your last warning slave boy."

"Sorry ma'am. I'll try and remember." Michael began to wonder if he had gotten himself in deeper than he'd wanted but the sight of her cunt had kept him fully hard and he thought that it might not be too long before he was able to screw her.

"You're right, cuffs, a collar and also a body belt. All slaves wear them." Mandy fitted them on and linked the ankles with a short length of chain. The wrist cuffs she connected to the back of the collar. "That is how you will be restrained when not working. We have many other devices that allow you some movement when required," explained Mandy. "Now because you have made me horny, you will use that tongue of yours to bring me to a climax. Be warned though, if you have an emission, I will cane your prick and if you don't do a good job with your tongue you will feel this quirt across your arse."

Michael now realised how helpless he was. He might be bigger and stronger than the woman but he could only walk with short steps and did not have the use of his hands or arms. Hesitating a moment too long Mandy swung the quirt. The thongs curled around and stung his back. He almost cried out but instead sunk to his knees and crawled to where Mandy now sat. He'd never been a great lover of cunt lapping but he knew he would now become very familiar with the technique. Mandy lifted her skirt for a moment and Michael again saw the lovely lips of her hairless cunt. He pushed his face towards it before Mandy dropped the skirt over his head. Tentatively he pushed out his tongue.

"Swish!" "Splat" This time the thongs spread lengthways along his arse and some of the ends curled into the crease and caught his tender brown hole. "Aaaagrhh!" Her thighs muffled his cry.

"Get on with it slave boy! Get your tongue right in. Suck my clit. I need to cum!" Mandy emphasised her words with another stroke of the quirt.

Had he been able to use his hands to hold her, had he been able to see what he was doing, Michael might have performed better. Instead he received eight painful strokes before he found the right places to lick and suck and finally gave Mandy the climax she sort. Lifting her skirt again, she told him to stand and was furious to see Michael's wilting cock and his semen in her lamb's wool rug.

"What did I say to you?" She raged, "I warned you what I would do, didn't I?" Dragging him by the hair to a small footstool, she made him kneel with his prick on top of it, then with a piece of rope she tied his ankle chain to his neck collar, forcing his head back. Michael started to plead but she silenced him with a gag. "Stay there," she commanded. "Normally you would be made to lick up your mess but as it's my precious white rug, I shall have to clean it with soapy water." Ten minutes later she returned to Michael. "You haven't made a very good start to your weekend have you boy? And we haven't even started to give you a proper caning yet. Pity you couldn't control yourself better, I was hoping to have that prick of yours inside me tonight but I guess now it won't be in a fit state to do anything." Michael could only groan into the gag.

Selecting a riding crop, Mandy used it to push the still sticky prick into position. "A lot of masters like to do this to their slaves on a regular basis so perhaps it is a good thing you get to know right from the beginning just what it feels like." She brought the tip of the crop down near the base of his cock. Although she didn't use much force the pain seemed incredible. Michael tried to plead with her but Mandy ignored his pitiful groans and continued to lash the offending piece of flesh on both sides until the last two strokes went across the head. For Michael the pain seemed almost too much to bear. He wanted his hands free, He wanted to touch his prick, he wanted to massage the soreness. He wanted to lash out and hit the woman who caused him so much suffering. He wanted to go home. None of these were options. She had him tied and helpless. He hadn't realised she could be such a bitch.

She left him kneeling at the stool for some minutes before coming and speaking in a more friendly tone. She untied the rope, "Sorry Michael, that was pretty painful I know but if you want to become a master, that is one of the things you will do to others and I didn't hit unduly hard. Come, we'd better get you to the bathroom in case you want to spurt piss as well as semen." The hard toilet seat soon reminded Michael that it was not only his prick that was sore. The lashes from the quirt had made his arse very tender too. When he'd performed in front of her Mandy gently massaged his prick with some salve which eased the pain a little. Had it not been so sore, Michael would have enjoyed it and soon had an erection. As it was it only stiffened a little.

"I'm going to remove your gag now Michael but if you start swearing at me or pleading for release, I will put it back again and it will stay there until morning. Understand?" Michael nodded his agreement. "Remember to keep quiet Michael or you jaw will be very sore and stiff if this ball stays in all night," Mandy warned again. "Thank me when I take it out."

"Thank you ma'am."

"I'm also going to give your hands a little more freedom. Don't abuse the privilege slave boy." There was a veiled threat in her words as she undid one wrist and put the cuff around his arm just above the elbow and fastened it to his body belt. When both arms were similarly fastened Michael found he had somewhat restricted use of his hands and forearm but could probably feed himself and do simple tasks. He decided his chances of overpowering Mandy while his ankles were still linked and without the full use of his arms were slim and it would be better to bide his time.

"Come slave boy, no touching your prick unless you want your hands sore as well," Mandy ordered and took him to the kitchen. "Bring me a glass of wine into the lounge and then get to work and do the washing-up. Make sure you don't spill the wine on my rug either." Fortunately he didn't. "Thank you Michael. Come back in here when you're done and kneel beside me."

Half an hour later he shuffled into the lounge to the erotic sight of Mandy sitting skirtless with her legs over the arms of her chair reading. Her cunt was widely and obscenely displayed. Michael rightly guessed she'd want another tongue job. Fortunately the quirt was nowhere to be seen. "Get to it slave boy," Mandy ordered, "A gentle one this time." Fifteen minutes later when she'd climaxed she pushed him away. "Get me another glass of wine please, Michael and there's a beer in the fridge if you would like one. Relax for a hour until it is time for your introduction to the cane and the butt plug." The thought of being caned was far from relaxing for Michael. He picked up a woman's magazine from the table and started to read but it held little of interest for him and after a short while he put it back and sat watching Mandy. She was still bare from the waist down but now sat in a more conventional way. His prick was still very sore but the sight and smell of her sex when he tongued it and the sight of her now caused him it to harden a little but he knew he daren't touch it. He'd already seen how she could instantly change from being nice and calling him Michael to being a really cruel bitch to her new slave boy.

"Looks like there's some life coming back to it Michael," Mandy commented peering at him over the top of her book, "Maybe I will get to feel it inside me before the night is out."

"I'm not sure ma'am. It maybe too sore to harden properly," responded Michael, "It's throbbing badly now."

They chatted about inconsequential things until Mandy stood, "It's time slave boy. Go and piss and then come into the bedroom. Sit on the loo so you don't handle your prick." On his return she ordered him to lie face down on the bed while she fastened his ankle chain to the footboard. There was no need to tie his wrists because his elbows were still cuffed to the body belt. Mandy sat on the bed alongside him. "Michael, when you are initiated, that is if you decide to go ahead and join us after I've finished with you this weekend, you will be caned by two mistresses chosen at random, Usually somewhere between a dozen and twenty strokes on your buttocks and back. Afterwards five or six masters will bugger you and some of the mistresses will wish to put your prick through its paces. Tonight I'm just going to give you the dozen on your arse and…"

"Ma'am I'm already sore from the quirt and…" Michael tried to plead.

"Stop whining slave boy unless you are asking for the ball to go back in your mouth. And don't dare interrupt me again when I am telling you what is going to happen. No amount of pleading is going to alter anything except to make me angry and get you more punishment. As I was saying, I am giving your arse a dozen strokes of the cane and afterwards fit you with a butt plug. I could just as easily use full-size dildo and give it a good work out if I'm angered. You can scream if you wish although I hope you will try and keep it under control, but no swearing, pleading or abuse. Understand slave boy?"

"Yes, ma'am. Please ma'am don't be too hard on me, I've never…"

"That's fourteen strokes," Mandy snapped, "Do you wish to go for a score or more?"

Knowing he had no choice and shaking slightly with fear, Michael quietly said, "No ma'am."

"When I've finished, I will do what I can to ease the pain and to comfort you. Just how much pain relief and comfort may well depend on the fortitude you show during the caning. Lie still while I fetch the cane."

The next quarter of an hour was shear hell for him. Mandy laid the cane on slowly and mercilessly. Eleven welts decorated his arse and three across his shoulders. At first he'd tried to take it without yelling but after the third stroke that resolution went out of the window. After every stroke Mandy gave him just enough time to absorb the pain before applying the next. Before she'd finished he was a sobbing wreck. He was sure now he'd made a terrible mistake in coming here this weekend and wanting to join the club.

"This is the butt plug slave boy. Have you seen one before?" Mandy's voice came through to his fuddled brain.

Michael shook his head. "Only pictures in books ma'am," he stuttered through his crying. He watched as she lubricated it with Vaseline.

"Up on your knees now boy, arse will in the air so I can get at the hole." When he'd struggled into the position she desired Mandy firmly eased it in place. "Relax boy otherwise it will hurt." It felt uncomfortable but now it was in place it didn't hurt unduly. It was nothing compared to the fire the cane caused. Mandy gave him two Ibuprofen tablets, put cream on his stripes and helped him into bed. The pain eased slightly. Mandy removed her blouse and crawled into bed and held him close to her body. "Unless you do something stupid in the next couple of days Michael, that's the worst over," she whispered.

Chapter 3. Judy's initiation

Naked, Judy lay on the black, satin covered 'altar', with her arms stretched sideways, her wrists tied to rings at the altar sides. A belt straddled her stomach just below her navel, fastening her down near the end of the altar with her buttocks overhanging the end. They had wanted to pull her legs back to her head but her physical size made that impossible. She wasn't a lithe gymnast. Instead they opted to pull her legs wide apart and upwards using ropes to the ceiling in order to fully display her open cunt and arsehole. In that position a man could stand between her legs and fuck either of her holes. Two pillows lifted her head so she could see between her breasts and watch whenever she was penetrated. So far none had done so but she knew it was only a matter of time. "Is this the way I really wanted to have my virginities taken?" she mused, "To be gang raped like in the stories? Would it have been nicer to have them taken by a loving boyfriend? Perhaps one I would meet in college. Too late now. It's out of my hands. I don't have that decision to make any more. I can't even beg to be released."

As each master and mistress arrived they went to the altar and kissed her between the legs and on each breast. Kissed perhaps isn't the right word for the lingering sucking and licking they called a kiss. It was an act of homage. Rarely did they have a virgin to sacrifice. Now though she was left on display while the masters in their revealing 'devil' costumes and the provocatively dressed mistresses sipped drinks and conversed with each other, whilst waiting for the entertainment to start. Most held a leash attached to the collar of a naked or near naked slave that they delighted in showing off to other guests.

As with some trepidation she watched the guests as they circulated she mused, "I don't know who is going to do it, or how many will follow afterwards. All I know is that they are certified medically clean and I've been on the pill for long enough for it to be effective. Carol has stretched my bottom hole with a butt plug and given me several enemas so I hope I can take a man's prick up there without too many problems." Her mind ran over the events that had occurred in the five weeks since she'd first met Carol Brightman.

Getting the forms signed by her parents had been no problem. Other forms requiring their signatures had arrived from the college and Judy put them all on a clipboard and lifted the bottom half of the pages and indicated where to sign. Two weeks after her first meeting in Dinton with Carol she moved in with her. She had her own bedroom/study which was larger than the one at home, her own toilet with a washbasin and mirror but had to share Carol's shower room. Weekdays, when Carol left for work at 10:00 a.m. and didn't arrive home until 7:00 p.m., she cooked her own meals but at weekends they cooked and ate together. Sometimes they slept in the same bed but this wasn't always satisfactory because Judy's bulk required too much bed space so after a lovemaking session, she returned to her own room. Carol instigated an exercise programme for her mainly using an exercise bicycle and some other simple equipment she had. "It's not that I want you to lose a lot of weight Judy," Carol told her, "Many men and women like a girl that is on the plump side, but we need to tone up your muscles a bit." In the three weeks Judy had been on the programme she'd lost about 4 lbs. in weight and could ride the bike further without getting out of breath. In some ways Carol worried over this. She liked the firmer body of her charge but wondered what would happen if Judy decided to rebel against her. So far she had been completely submissive.

Several masters and mistresses had visited during her stay, which at first she'd found very embarrassing. Carol always undressed her before presenting her to them and they minutely examined and toyed with her body. Grand Master Paul was the first and he set the pattern for the others. After sucking her tits and fingering her cunt and arse, he sat down and ordered Judy to kneel between his legs and suck his cock. Never having seen a man's prick in the flesh before and uncertain as to what she should do, Judy baulked until Carol laid the strap several times across her back. When she was sucking to his satisfaction, Paul and Carol discussed her as though she wasn't there. They agreed to leave her virginity intact until the next full meeting and have her ritually deflowered in front of everyone. Paul also suggested the use of the butt plugs. "Keep them a little smaller than a good prick size so she feels whoever takes her in that hole for the first time," he said. Soon after Paul came in her mouth but didn't allow her to pull away, "Just leave it there slave girl until it starts to harden again and then start sucking." Carol was angry when he left and tied her to the bed and gave her arse twenty hard strokes with a strap. "Don't you ever humiliate me like that again in front of a master, Judy, and certainly not the Grand Master. When you are given an order…you…do it…No…hesitating…no refusing." Carol punctuated the words by lashing the leather down on Judy's unprotected flesh, totally ignoring her pleas to stop.

"KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!" The heel of the master's trident pounded the hollow floor of the dais. "Masters and mistresses," Grand Master Paul's voice brought her back to the present. He stood on a raised platform dressed in a red leather 'devil' costume. An open-fronted horned hood covered his head and below this he wore a red leather shirt which Judy thought more suitable for a woman because of the circular openings that showed his nipples. His three-quarter length trousers, 'pedal pushers' Judy called them, were open at the front to display his semi-hard prick and open at the back with only a narrow strip connecting the waist to the crotch. "Welcome to our entertainment evening," Paul went on when everyone had quietened. As you all know we have a very special event for you this time. However, before we get to that I would like you to welcome a new slave to our midst. Mistress Amanda would you like to bring slave Michael to the platform and introduce him?"

After the ritual pleasantries, Mandy went on, "Michael is an electrician and he came here to re-wire our cellar. You may have noticed the new lights he's already put in and the hoists. Ironically he may be destined to be the first one to use them. He really wanted to jump straight in and be a master but has agreed to do his servitude time even if he doesn't really enjoy it."

"Oh we'll make sure he doesn't," one of the guests called out to the laughter of others.

Mandy stepped down and Carol was asked to introduce Judy. "Masters and mistresses, some of you may be wondering how I came to have a trainee slave so soon after finishing my year, in fact it was pure chance. Judy contacted me after the naughty girl read one of my BDSM stories on the Internet. By our usual standards she is underage, being only sixteen but her parents signed the consent forms possibly to help overcome her shyness. You've all had a good look at Judy and have no doubt commented on the profusion of her blushes. She is extremely shy, more so when she first came to me than she is now. At home she'd tried to spank herself but since she's been with me, she has gained some satisfaction from receiving the real thing. So far though, I've restricted her chastisement to the strap. Tonight as part of her initiation, she must face being caned. For the next three years she has enrolled as a student at Dinton College to study computer graphics so we must allow her adequate time for her studies. I shall of course be checking her grades and warming her rear if they are not A grades."

"You didn't tell me that!" Judy said to herself. "I didn't know I was to be caned tonight nor that you would check on my college work." Had she not been gagged Judy would have tried to protest even though she knew it would be futile.

"As you all realise from her position," Carol went on, "She is a virgin ready for deflowering in the manner prescribed by the rules of this club. By the time I take her home she will have experienced the pricks of more men than most women twice her age. College doesn't start for another three weeks so we needed worry too much about her having to sit down for a few days. Despite her size she seems very much a sub however, that may change when she gets the chance to be on wielding end of the cane. Thank you for your attention."

As far as she was able with the restricted movement available to her, Judy looked around the room. Everyone was looking at her, She blushed deep red again much to everyone's amusement.

"Thank you Mistress Carol," the Grand Master continued, "Now it's time for the entertainment to begin. Tonight it is in three parts. Being a very chivalrous person…" There was muffled laughter from the assembled guests. "I am putting the lady first. The usual introduction for a slave is twelve cuts with the cane but in view of the young age of this girl and the fact she cannot begin slave training proper for another two years, I am reducing the number to eight. Will those mistresses who would like to apply the cane please put your badges in the blue cauldron." He indicated a two-gallon size iron pot to his left. "I'm giving the mistresses the chance to use the cane because the masters will be able to use their rods for other purposes." Again laughter. "I shall personally take her maidenhood and Master Gregory will pierce her anally afterwards, again in view of her age, I am restricting the number of masters to enter her to eight. Masters may chose which hole they enter. Gentlemen, wishing to perform this service please put your badges in the red pot."

While the guests were crowding around the two pots, Carol came and spoke quietly to Judy. "Be brave girl. You are going to be very sore soon but this is why you wanted to join the club. The women with the canes will not spare you, especially as they have reduced the number of strokes and the men will fuck you hard for their enjoyment. Your pleasure doesn't come into it. Don't dare refuse to suck their cocks afterwards either whatever the state they are in or you will be in for a lot more pain. Be brave Judy, be brave." With that Carol gently kissed her.

"Mistress Nicole and Mistress Delilah," Paul announced when he'd drawn two badges from the blue cauldron. Both mistresses laughed with delight as they pinned their name badges back on and selected a cane each from a black velvet covered table.

Judy watched helplessly as the two women approached swinging their canes menacingly. She could do nothing to save herself and with the gag in her mouth she could not even plead for mercy. "Would you like to stripe her arse while I do her tits Nicole? They're better displayed than usual and there is plenty of flesh to decorate." Delilah squeezed and pushed the bound girl's tits around.

"Certainly Delilah, plenty of surface area here too." Judy watched and cried with fear as the guests stood in a large circle around her and waited for the caning to start. She hadn't expected a tit thrashing this early on in her initiation. Through her tears she could see some of the slaves kneeling with their heads buried in the crotches of their owners and wished she were one of them; insignificant, not the centre of attention. "Shall I start Delilah?" On receiving a nod she sent the cane hard and fast across and into Judy's bum. Had she been able, Judy would have screamed. Never before had she felt such searing pain and her face contorted with anguish. It reminded her of words in the story of Carol's that brought her here. 'and I walked painfully home with my poor bottom on fire just like it was after my initiation into Satan's Cellar in Dinton.' The onlookers signified their approval at the livid welt that appeared across the white flesh by clapping and cheering.

Waiting about half a minute for the pain to sink in, Nicole raised her cane and held it high and waited for her victim to open her eyes again and register her fear. "You've only got four so we're going to have to make sure each one is a painful as possible slave girl," she laughed as she brought the vicious stick crashing down across both breasts just above the aureoles. Judy's head swam. The pain was almost too much for her to bear. "Is this what I really wanted?" she thought. "It's not like in my fantasy. God, I wish I could go home!" But that was not an option. Delilah's cane struck again. Another deep welt appeared close to the first.

For the next few minutes, Judy's body was alternately racked with fire across her arse and breasts. All the poor girl could do was watch the canes as they were swung to fiercely into her flesh and suffer the agonising pain. She could see the welts on her breasts. They were all within the brown area surrounding her nipples and two had touched the nipples themselves. Although she couldn't see her arse, she could feel the horrendous pain. Each time she tried to close her eyes and not watch the cane but every time it seemed to mesmerise her and she felt compelled to watch until she felt its impact. "How am I going to withstand the raping by ten men after this?" she thought but that was yet to come. The guests now closed in and felt the tender areas. Hands rubbed her tits, fingers poked into her vagina and rectum. The pain eased only slightly.

"Masters and Mistresses," Paul began, "Please clear a space around our new acolyte so that those of us whose duty it is to initiate her into the ways of Satan's prick, have room to perform without hindrance." The group moved back a little. "Mistress Carol please remove the gag and ensure your slave's cunt is ready for entry." Carol did as she was bid and for a short while Judy felt the pleasure of the familiar tongue laving her and getting her juices flowing. It didn't take away the pain but did give her a little pleasure. While he waited a woman in her thirties gently sucked Paul's cock to full hardness. Carol moved to one side and the woman aimed the prick at Judy's entrance. She gave a groan as she felt her sex lips part slightly. "Followers of Satan witness you the loss of this woman's virtue and welcome her into the joys and pleasures that our Master can bring. Let her orifices be well filled with his seed." With those words he lunged forward and forced his prick deep into Judy's body. She cried out as his manhood tore away her maidenhead and his loins hit the welts but this was only greeted with cheers from the guests. Paul held his prick deep in her for a short while and let her tightness encompass it, then withdrew completely and showed his blood-stained weapon to everyone including Judy but she could not see it clearly through her tear filled eyes. He forced it in again and proceeded to ravish her hard and fast until he could no longer withhold his sperm. "Trainee slave Judy, receive this gift of our pleasure within you. Let it be the first of many such gifts received in the service of our master, Satan." With these words Paul withdrew, knelt on the altar and lowered his cock towards Judy's mouth.

"Oh my God, what a mess," Judy muttered as she saw the prick coming towards her face. For a moment only she thought of keeping her mouth tightly shut but quickly remembering Carol's warning and what happened when she refused Paul's prick a few weeks ago she opened her lips and allowed a slave to guide it in.

"I think you had better suck mine now." The man knelt in the place Paul vacated. "At least his cock is still clean," Judy noted. From his nametag Judy saw it was Master Gregory the master who was to violate her bottom hole. While she lathered his cock with saliva Carol was busy lubricating her hole with a lemon flavoured gel. She worked first one and then two fingers into the trainee's hole as she spread copious amounts of the gel.

"She should be ready for you now Master Gregory," Carol announced hoping Judy really was ready. "She should be okay, Gregory's not very thick, not much thicker than the plug she's been used to but he's quite a lot longer," she said to herself as Gregory slid off the altar and positioned himself between her legs. His slave, an eighteen-year-old boy introduced to the club six months previously, pulled Judy's striped cheeks apart causing her to cry out with the pain but giving her violator better access to her brown hole. Gregory pushed the head of his prick against her opening; Judy tried to relax her muscles like Carol had trained her but with the pain she found it difficult. Before long though, her sphincter ring gave allowing the prick to slide passed and Gregory to insert himself to his full depth.

"Oh I do like a nice tight warm bum," he called out to the audience as he began ploughing to and fro into her rectum. It wasn't long before his spunk filled her bowels. The actual fucking hadn't caused her too much extra pain except when his body forcibly hit her welts. Afterwards when the prick was once again presented for cleaning, Judy was glad her mistress had cleaned her out so thoroughly before the meeting. There was only the taste of lemon flavoured sperm and not of shit she'd experienced when made to suck the butt plug.

The next hour was exhausting for Judy. Five more men fucked her cunt and three her arse and two of the latter were much bigger than Gregory, which Judy found painful but by now she was beginning to get some pleasure and sexual satisfaction from it all. When the last master had finished with her mouth, Carol came to her. "You are to remain here for a short while so the ladies can have a little play with you. Normally they would get a full hour but the altar is required for slave Michael's initiation," she said.

"I need to pee Carol, I need to pee bad," Judy pleaded.

"Don't you dare girl, not on these satin sheets. I'll take you as soon as I can."

"That's no problem Mistress Carol," Mistress Fran who was standing by, cut in, "My slave will take care of that. Get your mouth over her opening slave boy. You know what to do." Judy saw a man in his late twenties kneel and seal his mouth over her little hole. "Carry on girl. Piss. He'll drink all you can give him." Despite needing to go so badly, it took a little while before she get start her flow going but when it did, there was no holding back. The boy it seemed had been trained to allow the acrid stream to run straight down his throat. "Clean her boy. I'm sure she won't want that spunk drying on her legs. Clean both her holes while you're at it," Fran ordered.

By now other mistresses had started playing with her tender breasts, including Delilah who had punished them earlier. "I wouldn't mind a loan of this one Carol. I could really make her tits wobble under the lash if I had her at home for a day or two." Judy hoped and prayed Carol wouldn't loan her to that woman.

Chapter 4. Michael's initiation

Michael arrived early and knocked on Amanda's door. "Get undressed and your gear on as far as you are able. I hope you've bathed and had your enemas."

"Yes ma'am. Just before I came out."

Ten minutes later, he sat nervously waiting, watching Mandy dress and wondering how he would stand up to the forthcoming initiation. While waiting he mused over the month or so since his first meeting with Amanda. He remembered that first night when she'd whipped him, beaten his cock and then caned his arse. And then when he'd been ready to forget the whole idea, she'd taken him into her bed and cuddled him against her naked body. He'd even fucked her when his sore cock finally managed to erect itself. Every weekend since he'd returned and while he'd been punished none were as bad as that first time. Always too he'd she'd allowed him to fuck her at least once, usually several times.

On the second weekend Mandy introduced him to enemas and told him where to buy the equipment for his own use. "Next weekend I expect one of the masters will come and wish to see your progress. So far you've only had the butt plug and a small dildo up there but I'm sure the master will introduce you to the real thing," Mandy informed him. Her expectations proved correct. On the Saturday afternoon, Mandy gave him three enemas in a row so he was thoroughly clean when Master Paul arrived. They went to the dungeon. Michael re-lived that evening,

Paul examined him intimately and then spoke to Mandy. "Fasten him over the horse and warm his arse a bit for me Mistress Amanda if you please." Then, when she picked up a leather paddle, he said, "Use a quirt, I like the pattern of lines it produces. It will also let me see his resolve. He's had it before, I assume."

"Not to any great extent because I didn't want it to affect his work here. It is only his third weekend too but perhaps now is the time to move up a grade." Mandy picked up the quirt and swished it in the air a few times. "Don't you dare let me down Michael. Scream but no abuse and no begging." She'd followed those words by giving his arse a lengthy and hard thrashing until Michael felt he wouldn't be able to take any more. His arse felt like one big raw blister. Mandy placed her hand on it and then she'd said, "I think it is warm enough for you now Master."

By then Paul had divested himself of his clothes and stood with his prick close to Michael's face, "Suck it," he ordered, "Put plenty of saliva on it if you wish to ease its passage inside you." Mandy had warned him he would be expected to participate in homosexual experiences and for the first time in his life, it was going to happen. "It can't be too bad," Michael told himself, "Mandy and other girls have done it to me." With Paul's prick only inches from his face, Michael opened his mouth and felt it slide right in. Hardly had he started to suck when he couldn't contain a scream. Mandy was pushing his buttocks apart and greasing his hole. Paul transferred his prick to the lubricated hole and pushed in causing Michael to cry out again, not so much from the entry, Mandy had prepared him for that, but from the way she pulled his cheeks to give Paul access.

With hard long thrusts, Paul fucked him without any concern for the pain his pelvic bone caused each time it his the welted flesh. To Michael it seemed to take for ever before Paul shot his load deep into his bowels and withdrew. Now came the part he was dreading. Sucking the master's prick clean. He almost baulked but knew the punishment would be severe. Cleaning was an anti-climax. The enemas had taken away all the shit so it was only sperm and juice on it.

"Your first time slave boy?" Paul enquired and when Michael affirmed that it was Paul pointed out that at the initiation, his fuck would be immediately followed by a number of others.

"Don't fall asleep, slave boy!" Mandy's voice brought him back to the present. "Zip me up." Michael could only ogle at her shiny red PVC costume. It seemed to make her look more naked than if she had nothing on at all. Quarter cups supported her breasts and thrust them upwards leaving her nipples and aureoles completely on display; a circular cut-out gave access to her cunt and another at the rear, exposed her arse. "I guess you appreciate my dress, slave boy," Mandy laughed, "But don't get any ideas and keep that prick of yours under control until after the meeting. This is always ready for use." She touched the leather strap hanging from her waist.

"Come boy." Amanda gave a little tug on the leash. Michael followed as best he could with his ankles hobbled and his wrists cuffed to the body belt. "Take your time on the stairs." The hobble chain was only a little longer than necessary to step from one tread to the next but he made it without mishap. "Kneel." They had arrived at a group of masters and mistresses. Amanda started chatting but Michael had to try and control his feelings and not allow himself to become aroused. It was difficult when his face was level with four bare cunts and two half hard pricks. His situation was made worse by the fact that he was kneeling alongside a near naked female slave and there were two others only a short distance away. The one in front of him had very red breasts and by the tears in her eyes had been punished recently. To his embarrassment, Amanda fondled his hair while they discussed 'her new toy'.

After circulating for a short while Mandy said, "I think we'll go and see the other initiate now," and she dragged him over to the altar. "She looks very young and innocent don't you think slave boy?"

"Yes mistress."

Michael watched as Mandy kissed Judy's sex and suckled her breasts. "Sorry boy, slaves don't get to touch the initiates, not until later at least." They drifted to a group where a master was verbally castigating his slave girl whose feet as she knelt submissively, had tripped Master Raymond It wasn't her fault but the master blamed her.

"You know what to do Joanna," the master said. Even though the punishment was grossly unfair she didn't protest and knelt with her head to the floor and her arse high in the air. CRAACK! The master laid his strap hard across the woman's arse. She gave a gasp but didn't move. Eleven more times the leather landed on the unfortunate victim until she was reduced to sobbing loudly. "Do you wish to take her Master Raymond?" her owner asked, "I see her warming has stimulated you."

"That is most kind of you," Raymond replied, "Do you mind if I use the arsehole?"

On receiving an affirmative nod he turned to Amanda, "Mistress Amanda would you allow your new toy to lubricate my penis with his saliva to ease my passage please."

"Oh no!" thought Michael but a jerk on his lead indicated he had no choice. The prick was clean and it only took a few minutes sucking and laving before Raymond deemed it ready and pushed it straight into the poor woman's sore bum. He proceeded to fuck her hard with no thought for the pain that he was causing. By now a small crowd had gathered to watch the scene. It reminded Michael of the times when a fight developed in the school playground and everyone gathered round to cheer.

After several minutes Raymond spent his load and withdrew. "May I use the services of your slave again please Mistress Amanda?"

"Of course Master Raymond. Slave Michael will be only to pleased to clean you, won't you slave boy?" Although he knew he would have to, Michael hesitated. CRAACK! Mandy's strap exploded across his backside. He quickly took the prick in his mouth. "My apologies Master Raymond. This is his first outing and he hasn't even been initiated yet. I will deal with him further when we are home but for the moment I'd like to keep his arse free of blemishes ready for the ceremony."

For the next hour Michael knelt through Grand Master Paul's introduction and witnessed the initiation of the new girl slave. He worried as to what would happen to him. "If they treat a young girl like that, what will they do to an older man?" However, it wasn't all gloom. Several times he closely saw couples having intercourse and twice was ordered to perform cunnilingus albeit the women were somewhat older than he. Now though, the altar was clear and Grand Master Paul was on stage.

"KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!" The heel of the master's trident pounded the hollow floor of the dais again. "Masters and mistresses," Grand Master Paul's voice brought home to Michael the realisation that his turn was next. "Mistresses Edwina and Sharon have been selected to apply slave Michael's welcome. Mistress Amanda has agreed to ten strokes from each. Ladies which way up would you prefer him?" After a short discussion, they agreed to have him bent over the end of the altar.

Amanda led him there and unclipped his leash. "Be brave Michael. This is probably the worst thrashing you'll get and Mistress Edwina will delight in laying it on hard," she whispered.

Mistress Edwina crashed the first stroke across both thighs a little above the knee. Michael couldn't stop himself from crying out. Never in his life had be been caned as hard, not even Mandy had done so. A short interval later a second line of fire cracked across his thighs. Sharon had placed her stroke slightly above the first on and from the other side. Michael yelled but tried to heed Amanda's warning not to beg for mercy at least until the halfway stage. Halfway? He wasn't sure he could withstand the pain for that long, let alone the full amount. He didn't have a choice. Relentlessly the pair of sadistic mistresses worked their way up his thighs and decorated his arse until it was one mass of deep welts. He sobbed, he yelled, he begged, all to no avail. Finally it was all over and he felt hands gently rubbing his soreness.

From somewhere he heard Mandy's voice and then felt the coolness of a spray. First part over slave Michael, only four masters wish to bugger your arse so you are getting off lightly there." She applied lubrication to his hole and he cried out as the Grand Master entered and proceeded to ravish him. Having already climaxed in Judy, he took longer this time but Michael almost became inured to the pain. He felt the other three enter but it was almost an unreal dream. Finally they were done.

"Turn him over so we can get at his prick! It was Edwina who gave the order.

"Oh my God, what are they going to do now. I can't stand much more. Mandy didn't tell me about this." Michael's mind was distraught at the thought of further punishment. Again he yelled as his very sore flesh hit the hard surface of the altar and he was fastened down, face upwards.

Edwina's hand grasped his prick and started to pump it. "Come on slave boy, get this thing hard enough for us to use." Despite the pain, Edwina's manipulations had the desired effect and soon it was hard enough. She climbed on the altar, lowered herself on his weapon and began to fuck him. Every time she hit bottom so his arse cried out with the pain and Michael had no satisfaction from the experience. Edwina climaxed and moved off only to be replaced by a second and then a third mistress. Fortunately the third one controlled the depth of his penetration better and there was less pain. Even so he didn't shoot his load.

Almost in a blur he felt the fastenings being released and Amanda and another master helped him to his feet. "It's over Michael. We'll go and get you cleaned up a little and something to drink. Sorry slaves are not allowed alcohol and then we must circulate for a while before we can go home.

Fifteen minutes later they were again in the main area and Amanda was speaking to another mistress, the one with the other new slave. "She looks pretty distressed too," Michael noticed.

"Your new slave performed very well, Mistress Carol," Amanda remarked as the pair hugged and kissed. "It's been a little while since we've done this," she laughed and kissed her again. The pair chatted like old friends and Michael realised that Carol had at one time been Amanda's slave. He just wished they would shut up so they could go home and treat his pain. He still wasn't very sure he wanted to be in this club after all.

"Why don't you spend the night in my flat Carol? Like we used to. The slaves can look after each other and can sleep in the spare bed."

"Sounds great, Mandy."

A little later they departed and went upstairs to Amanda's flat.

Chapter 5. Afterwards

"Ummm. That was nice. I miss your kisses Carol. You'll have to visit more often."

"I miss yours too Mandy, but Judy's not bad either. She's learning anyway." They kissed long and deeply. What are we going to do with those two?" Carol asked. They had a whispered conversation.

"Michael, Judy," Amanda spoke, "We have decided to give you two a little break from us." Both Judy and Michael looked crestfallen. They'd expected some love and comfort from their mistresses after their ordeal. "For the remainder of the weekend you will look after each other although you will still have to service us should we require it. You can sleep together in the guestroom and enjoy each other's bodies but Michael, remember if she says no, it means no. She is not to be raped. You know where things are Michael. There are painkillers in my medicine cupboard as well as soothing sprays and creams. Use them as necessary. In half an hour, when you should be cleaned up, open a bottle of white wine and bring it with two glasses into our bedroom. After that we don't wish to hear anything from you until you bring our breakfast in. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Judy, when Michael brings in the wine, you come too so we can say goodnight," Carol added. "I want to have a good look at you when you're cleaned up. You've both suffered a lot for your first time so be kind to each other."

"Hi Judy, come this way please." Michael took her hand and the pair tottered into the guest bedroom still hobbled by their ankle chains. Judy looked stunned. "I'm sorry Judy, I thought Mandy was going to take care of me as I expect you thought Carol would but we will have to just do what we can to make each other comfortable. I suggest we remove our fetters, take a couple of painkillers and get into the shower. We've both seen all there is of our bodies so that should not be a problem. Hopefully by the time the shower is over, the pain relief will have kicked in. Is that okay with you?"

"I guess so Mike. Can I call you Mike?" Michael nodded. "With the fastenings being at the back we can't get these cuffs and stuff off on our own very easily." Five minutes later, they were under the shower and gently and carefully soaping the other's body, or at least the parts that were not too sore.

"I guess I was lucky to have only eight welts but they still really hurt. Your bottom must feel terrible. Those mistresses laid them on extra hard." Judy commented.

"I thought they were cutting me in half but you had to suffer the rapes and it was your first time too. They didn't hit you lightly either and I'm sure your tits felt it badly and they look extremely sore even now. I'm not too sure I want to go on and spend a year being a slave and getting thrashed like that. What about you?"

"Carol said the first and the last ones were the worst. None of the other slaves were hurt as badly as us. I don't have much choice anyway. Carol's giving me a free room while I'm at college and most of the week I'm able to do just what I want. Mike, can you reach the showerhead and then perhaps we can use it directly on our bottoms and my breasts.

"Hurry up you two. We need our wine!" Mandy's voice came through the doorway.

"Just coming ma'am," Michael called back. Drying the sore places was worse than washing them and they had to be dry for the analgesic spray to be effective.

"Let me have a look at you Judy baby." Naked, Carol got out of the bed and gave Judy a long kiss and then carefully and gently examined her now colourful breasts. "I doubt you'll want to wear a bra for a week or so Judy but they'll be okay. Turn round and bend over." Judy winced when a finger probed one of the deepest welts and then inserted it into her vagina. "You take good care of her Michael," Carol ordered, "That prick of yours may have to stay out of her sheath for tonight at least. She's still very tender there."

Watching the two nude women had caused his prick to start to rise. "And you remember what my crop will do to it if she complains that you forced her Michael?" Mandy added.

"Yes ma'am. I will only do it when she wants it." Michael had no intention of risking another cock caning.

"Bring our breakfasts at eight o'clock Michael. You know what I like and I expect Judy will know Carol's. Make sure it is on time. Now be off with you," Mandy ordered.

"Dare we close the bedroom door?" Judy asked, "Then they shouldn't hear us if we cry out if we touch a raw spot."

"I don't think so. Sorry I'm not risk going back to ask." Michael shook his head. "We'll just have to keep our voices down and muffle any cries. I don't know about Carol but Mandy won't hesitate to use the strap on me and perhaps you."

"Mike?" Judy lay in bed alongside him with only a light cover over them. "Mike, I've never been in bed with a man before so this is very new to me, but will you hold me? I thought Carol would do that. She would have held me gently. Would you…?" Mike slowly complied, not wanting to hurt her breasts. Judy pulled him closer. "I'm not that fragile," she whispered.

"I know. I saw how you took the caning, but I'm half-hard and don't want you yelling rape."

"I won't. I'm a bit tender there but I can take you in if you want or need to. Can it be done lying on our sides like this? I don't really want to put any weight on my bottom yet and you definitely won't want to either."

Michael was full of admiration for the considerate young girl. "Let's just lie close for the time being. I don't expect you are ready for sleep yet or even if we'll get much sleep at all, so shall we talk quietly for while and see what develops?"

At first they only talked about general things but then the conversation naturally turned to the evening's events. "Did you see what that old Mistress Emily make that young man do it to her?" Judy asked.

"Yes, but I was some distance away. She was pretty gross looking wasn't she? Old with tits like hanging baskets. No wonder the man had difficulty in getting it up."

"He had to take a dozen fairly light strokes with the strap before he could," giggled Judy and then it took a long while for him to climax. The old bag seemed to like it though especially when he had to lick her clean and suck her 'hanging baskets' afterwards. Did you see your new hoists used Mike? No, I guess you didn't. It was while you were being initiated." Mike agreed he hadn't seen them used but was glad to know they had worked. "Well there was this slave, a woman probably in her early thirties who apparently didn't work her body properly when one of the masters had her… fucked her. I must stop using euphemisms, Carol gets annoyed when I do." Judy giggled again. "He hoisted her up by her ankles so her slit… her cunt was well open and then he 'warmed it', as he called it with six hard strokes of his strap. That must have hurt terribly it made her yell. I could hear it over your screaming." She giggled again and Michael knew she meant no offence. "Carol's spanked me there a couple of times with her hand and that was bad enough, but she's not used the strap. Did Mandy really cane your prick?"

Mike told her the story and ended, "So now you know why I don't want her to do it again."

"It won't be rape Mike but will you put it in me? I can feel it's hard enough." Mike gently lifted her leg and after fumbling for the right entrance, inserted his prick into her still tight vagina.

"You okay with that?" he asked still very concerned that she might scream.

"Yes. My… cunt is still a bit inflamed but that perhaps only makes it more sensitive. Fuck me gently." Mike's arse wouldn't have allowed him to do otherwise. Judy started giggling again and then noticed Mandy in the doorway.

"Doesn't sound like he's raping you Judy," she said, "Enjoy yourselves but keep the noise down and remember you have to be up early in the morning."

"Yes, ma'am," Michael replied, "I've set the alarm."

"Goodnight then."

"Goodnight ma'am," the pair replied in unison and continued their fuck until finally Michael pumped his load into her cavity.

"You should have seen them Carol," Mandy whispered to her friend when she returned to bed, "They were cuddled up like a pair of lovebirds and he was fucking her oh so carefully. I could tell by the way the sheet was moving. It might be good to let them pair off at times so she gets more experience at taking a man's cock and it will give him some pleasure too. We really need to keep in his good books otherwise he may decide not to continue with his training and might even forgo doing the electrical work."

"Perhaps we should allow the freedom to be with each other until Sunday. Do you mind if we stay that long?"

"Of course not dear. It will be a pleasure to have you. I shall have to pop out to the shops to get a bit more food in but otherwise I'm free for the weekend. Shall we keep them naked and use them as servants to cook our meals but allow them to have free time and sleep together?"

"Sounds a great idea, Mandy." Carol agreed, "And we can have fun together as well."

"DRING! Dring. DRING, dring." Michael reached out to kill the alarm and cried out as his arse hit the edge of the bed. Judy too groaned as she too moved. "Shush!" Michael whispered, "We have to get up. I don't think we have time for a shower so it will have to be a quick wash and spray the salve. You can use the loo first while I start the coffee machine but we'll have to share the bathroom so please don't lock the door." When he returned Judy was at the sink washing her face. "Sorry Judy, I've got to go." Michael positioned his hands on either side of the toilet seat and lowered himself as far as he could without sitting down. She tried to ignore him as he pooped.

"I didn't dare sit either," she tried to appear casual about it but watched out of the corner of her eye as Michael half stood to wipe himself. "Is there a comb or a hairbrush about? My hair is a mess."

"Second drawer down, I think. My God your arse is one helluva colour this morning."

"Yours isn't exactly lily white either," grinned Judy. "Let's get the spraying done and another couple of painkillers inside us and then we'd better get our mistresses their breakfast. Not much time left. Even a light spanking will hurt today."

"We've decided to swap slaves for the day," Amanda announced after breakfast. "Michael you will help Mistress Carol with her toilet and pleasure her as necessary; Judy you will do the same for me." Judy was rather afraid. She thought Mandy would not be as forgiving as her own mistress would but she only had to go into the shower and wash her properly. She was even allowed to suckle the woman's tits and then wash herself. "Just as well we didn't have time for a shower earlier," she thought.

"You seemed to hit it off with my slave alright last night Judy?" A question phrased as a statement. Judy paused in brushing the woman's hair.

"Yes ma'am. He was kind and gentle with me."

"Is that what you want Judy? A man to be kind and gentle and not rough and forceful?"

"Not always ma'am. But last night when we were both so sore, it seemed appropriate."

"So if I tell Michael he can have you anyway he wants, you won't object."

"Where's this leading to? There's something behind what she's saying." Judy's mind raced to find an answer. "If Mistress Carol permits it, then I have no right to object, ma'am."

"Very diplomatic answer Judy, and a right one too." Amanda smiled into the mirror. "I think I'll do just that."

Carol came back into the bedroom and Judy noticed her bottom was rather red. "Oh Mistress, did Michael spank you?" Judy cried.

"No silly. Mandy did while you two were fussing in the bathroom. We didn't want to be wakened until eight but that damned alarm clock and your squealing woke us earlier so she spanked me instead of you. It was like old times."

"Carol I want to give Michael free rein to do as he wishes with Judy while we are out this morning. They seemed all too gentle and caring last night and Judy has just admitted she likes it hard and rough at times. What do you say? I'll be out until three this afternoon shall we leave them alone with Michael permitted to use her until then?"

For a few moments Carol seemed to mull over the suggestion. "In general I agree but instead of 'permitting' him, I suggest we order him to make full use of her. If and when she gets a full time master, he most certainly would. Give them an hour to finish their chores and then order your slave boy to treat Judy as any good master would and not to worry about giving her a little pain." Mandy informed the pair and added, "Keep notes Judy for we will want a full and detailed report later."

While doing the washing-up, the pair discussed the situation. They could do so freely because the mistresses had gone. "Judy, you know I don't really want to hurt you any more but they will expect me to do so. If I don't then my guess is that both of us will be punished."

"I can see from your prick you want to fuck me and I wouldn't mind now that we don't have to be quiet with it. Please though, don't hit me too hard especially on my tits."

"Time for your story now Judy. You made notes?"

"Yes ma'am."

They sat in the lounge having just had a pot of tea and some fresh cream cakes that Carol had bought "as a special treat for Judy to mark the loss of your virginity. I know your diet doesn't allow them but that's what makes them special." Mandy and Carol sat on the settee fully dressed while the two slaves knelt painfully on cushions placed on the floor. "Go on Judy. Let us hear all the delicious and sordid details. I can see he spanked you in some places but left your tits alone. Tell us all and use the proper words," Carol commanded.

Judy blushed deeply but knew she had to make a start." "Well ma'am Mike was rock hard after you left. It seems he'd been that way more or less since he bathed you earlier. It was hard all the while we did the chores so immediately we were free he took me into the bedroom and laid me across the bed with my legs and bum over the edge. That way there was not too much weight on my welts but that didn't seem to suit him so he lifted me back a bit so only my… cunt was over the edge. My welts hurt badly but I tried not to yell."

"Did she cry out Michael?" Mandy asked.

"Not at that point ma'am."

"I pleaded with him to be gentle but he said a real master wouldn't be so he forced my legs apart drove his prick right in. Fortunately having seen his prick bobbing about for the last hour, I was already turned on and wet so he went in easily. The inside of my vagina…my cunt, was still sore from yesterday and I think I squealed a bit but he took no notice and fucked me hard like the masters did at my initiation. Every time his balls hit my welts I couldn't help but cry out but it wasn't long before he came."

"Did you have a climax?" Carol asked.

"No ma'am. It didn't last long enough for that."

"We'll have to work on your technique, Michael," commented Amanda, "Even a slave deserves to have an orgasm and if you're performing with a mistress, they undoubtedly must have a good cum before you finish."

"Afterwards ma'am I had to suck him and he sucked me. This time I did cum ma'am. We lay on the bed for a bit and got talking about last night and about the woman who had her cunt strapped. He already knew that you had spanked me there Mistress and he wanted to do it. I said, 'You're the master' so he made me pull my legs back sorta like they wanted to do with me on the altar but again they wouldn't go far. It was enough for him to get at my cunt. 'You haven't shaved this morning you disgusting bitch,' he said so when I retorted that he hadn't either, he hit me hard. I yelled but kept holding my legs so he could spank me properly. I think he gave me about a dozen, which made it quite sore as well as causing me to chafe the stripes on my bottom. Then he kissed me there and proceeded to suck me off again."

"You've shaved since?"

"Yes ma'am. We cuddled for a while and had something to eat then I suggested we'd better do it before you got back so we found a razor and did each other. Afterwards he put some aftershave on which stung especially since he'd already spanked me there. I did the same when I shaved him and then spilled some on his prick and rubbed it in. That made him yell and it went soft. I didn't expect that ma'am and I laughed at him."

"I didn't expect to go down like that either. I hadn't had it under my foreskin before." Michael commented.

"What happened then?" asked Carol.

"He got angry at me for laughing and dragged be back to the bed and wanted to pull me over his lap but when he did my weight hurt his bum so I had to lie across the bed. I pleaded with him not to hit me on my welts but he didn't seem to take much notice. He said, 'I'll give you something to laugh about my girl. You don't torture your master and then laugh and get away with it.' He ordered me to lie still and spanked me pretty hard until I had to cry out. I don't think he deliberately tried to hit my welts but sometimes he did and I had to cry out. I couldn't help it ma'am."

"What happened next?" enquired Mandy when Judy paused for a while.

"Ma'am, my wriggling had brought his prick to life again so he ordered me to lie face down over the end of the bed and left me there for a minute while he left the room. He came back with a pot of Vaseline and put it on my bottom hole. 'I've always wanted to do this to a woman,' he said, 'Now's my chance.' I was still sore there from the initiation but I didn't say anything. I guess it wouldn't have made much difference so I tried to relax and he pushed it in me. That wasn't too bad until he began for fuck me and his pelvic bone hit my bottom. That really hurt but I think he did try not to go all the way in until near the end. Afterwards I had to suck him clean which wasn't very nice as I hadn't had an enema before hand. He tongued my hole so that sorta made up for it. Not much else to say ma'am. We lay down and snogged for a while and then you came back."

"Seems to me you were very lenient with her Michael. Much more lenient than a real master would have been." Mandy commented.

"With all due respect ma'am," Michael spoke up. "Most masters wouldn't have a thrashed arse when they deal with a slave. It hurt me as much as her when her weight was on my lap and even when I fucked her bottom."

"We'll just have to see what happens when she is in charge of you. After we've finished with you after dinner this evening, you will be her slave until breakfast in the morning. And we'll have a late breakfast so no need for that alarm and you can shut the door so we won't be disturbed by your pathetic cries," Mandy instructed. "We'll need a full report from you in the morning."

*****

"Well what happened last night Michael?" Amanda asked after having inspected him next morning. "I cannot see any spank marks or any reddening anywhere although you arse is very colourful."

"Nothing much, ma'am. We were both very tired so we had a gentle fuck before going to sleep snuggled together and then we did it again when we woke. I reminded her that she could make me do anything but she just said she wanted to be loved and not raped."

"Is that true Judy?" Amanda demanded.

"Yes ma'am. I thought being a mistress I could make him do what I wanted and I wanted a quiet easy fuck," Judy hesitatingly replied.

"But you knew we wished you to punish Michael for how he treated you earlier?"

"Yes ma'am but I thought that as a mistress I was in charge."

"I don't know where you got the mistaken idea of being a mistress girl," Amanda snapped, "You are a slave girl, a trainee slave girl at that. All we did was put you as a slave in charge of another slave. We expected you to do our wishes and at least make some attempt at punishing him. Yet all you did was to lie together and take your own pleasures. Mistress Carol and I will discus what to do with the pair of you while you're washing-up the breakfast things. Be off with you before I become really angry." When the pair had left the room, Mandy and Carol laughed quietly. "Has Judy got college in the morning Carol?"

"Yes and she still has homework to do. We expected to be home for the day and she'll need to work on her computer."

"Okay, we can't interfere with that. What say we swap slaves next Friday night and return them Sunday morning? They'll both still be tender but will be able to take the strap better than they can now and you'll get a chance to have a cock inside you if you want."

Chapter 6. Judy's revolt

"Mistress Carol, would you mind if I take charge of slave Judy for the coming week?" Master Michael asked, "It is half-term week and I understand you wish to go to the convention in Birmingham with Mistress Amanda."

"Isn't your arse still too sore Michael?" Carol gave a little laugh. "It's only a week since your graduation caning and although you're a fully fledged master I wonder if you are up to the job at the moment."

"Yes, it's still sore ma'am but I'll manage. I'm working again now."

"Oh I'm not really sure about letting her stay with you for a whole week especially as I know how you two feel about each other. You'll be too soft on her and then I'll have to re-train her when I get back." Carol teased him. Michael looked downcast. "She needs a good strapping like I give her everyday."

Michael caught the glint in Carol's eyes. "A big strap-on cock you mean," Michael laughingly rejoined.

"Please Mistress, let me go," Judy begged.

Judy was no stranger to Michael's home, bed or cock. In the last fourteen months since they first met at the initiation Amanda and Carol had allowed the pair to be together on their own at least once a month and frequently they were involved in foursomes at either Amanda or Carol's place. Judy knew she liked him from the first weekend but it was some three weeks later before they met again. Michael phoned Carol with a plea for help. "Mistress Carol would you ask Judy if she'll look at my computer please. I cannot open any of my Word files and I need to order more fittings for the dungeon. Mistress Amanda has given me permission to ask."

It only took Judy a few minutes to sort out the problem but she recommended he upgraded his computer and she did this for him over the next few weeks. On the second occasion she worked on his computer Michael told her, "Amanda and Carol have told me that I must pay you for your services at the same hourly rate as I charge."

"You don't have to do that Mike."

"I do and it can go on my expenses, but there's more. I have to become your slave boy for an equal length of time."

"I'd rather be your slave girl," Judy said seriously. "I'm not very good at giving the orders." In the end they made love and she spanked him quite gently mainly so he could tell Amanda she'd done it.

The tables were reversed when Judy asked Carol, "Can I get Mike to put some more sockets in my room please. The amount of trailing leads to the computer and all the bits that go with it, is getting to be dangerous." This was true and even Carol had remarked on it earlier. "I can set the cost off against the computer work I'm doing for him." It worked out well. Judy could take her time working on his computer knowing he could take his time doing the rewiring and they had longer with each other afterwards.

"Please Mistress, let me go," Judy begged again.

Carol appeared to consider and reluctantly agree. She knew Judy preferred a real prick inside her to a dildo although she didn't object to lesbian activities either. "I shall expect to see well chastised tits and arse when I come home and all your coursework up to date. Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am. Mike will be at work all day weekdays so I'll have plenty of time to do college work and he usually finds some excuse to spank me."

*****

Judy walked to Michael's house on the Saturday morning and let herself in knowing Mike was out finishing a job. Carol and Amanda left earlier than planned because one of Carol's relatives invited them to stop off for lunch on the way. "I'll give him a surprise," she smiled to herself, "I'll make us some lunch and serve it as a slave girl. Sodden shame I've just started my period and have to wear knickers and a pad. It would have to come this week!" After baking a fruit pie and making sandwiches, close to noon when Mike was expected home, she went into the bedroom and removed all her clothes except for slippers and the knickers needed to keep the pad in place.

By twelve-fifteen Judy was on tender hooks in anticipation of his arrival. Hearing the key in the door she turned and knelt on the kitchen floor. Sudden panic. Mike was talking to someone. She had no time to stand or run before they entered.

"Judy!" Mike exclaimed and then recovered his composure and introduced them. "Judy, meet Ray Jolliff. We were at electrical school together and I met him in town. Ray this is my girlfriend, Judy."

Blushing deep red, Judy would have run from the room had not Ray reached and grasped her hand as she stuttered a greeting. "Morning Judy," Ray grinned, "Mike you dirty dog, fancy keeping a woman like this. Saves on clothes though!" Ray grinned broadly and leered at the tits displayed in front of him. "I don't suppose you'll be watching the football on the telly this afternoon! You quiet ones…"

Judy muttered she got away early. Mike tried to make light of the situation, "I didn't expect you until after lunch Judy. I think you'd better put my robe on before Ray's eyes leave their sockets."

"That was so embarrassing Mike," Judy smiled, she could laugh at it now Ray had left and they lay side by side in bed giggling over the episode. "I guess he'd had even more to say if he'd seen your bruised and battered arse." Indeed the effects of the graduation caning showed very clearly and even after a week, Mike had to sit carefully. "I cried the whole time they were hitting you," Judy admitted, "But Carol kept me on a tight leash so I couldn't interfere."

After a break Judy was more serious, "Sorry Mike, I guess you know why I'm wearing knickers. I only started last night and my flow is pretty heavy. Sorry, I didn't want it to happen this week but I can't turn it off."

"I know. Can't be helped. I guess I have two choices, well three really if you count abstaining. I could use your bum or I could ignore the blood. I think I may go the bloody route. Two meetings ago I had to watch Master Rex fuck a menses slave and they both seemed to enjoy it although Rex has a bit of a fetish over it and always asks to do any woman in that condition. What do you think?"

"I'm your slave, master. You make the decisions although I would suggest we put a towel under us to save washing the sheets. I've never done it when I've been flowing and Carol does not even use a dildo then. She seems put off by the sight of blood."

With a large colourful towel now under her, Mike ordered, "Spread your legs." A trickle of blood oozed from the shaven cunt. "Rex said the blood gave a little more lubrication so you could fuck harder and a mistress said she was always hornier during curse time so we'll find out." He inserted his prick and fucked deeply and hard until the pair were both groaning with arousal. All too quickly it seemed, he ejaculated and collapsed on top of her. Judy's arms and legs clasped him there and held him tight.

"Slavegirl, I do believe you are trying to hold your master prisoner." Mike tried to sound serious but failed and they both started laughing.

"That's right sir, your slave is not letting you go until you're hard again and she's climaxed even though she may be punished for it later. She can feel you haven't gone completely soft." To emphasise her point she tightened her grip but in doing so squeezed his buttocks and caused him to wince with pain. "Sorry Mike, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Definitely a spanking for you later my girl," Mike grinned.

They lay quietly snogging for a time until Mike's prick stiffened and he could perform once more. This time he took much longer and Judy came twice before the second load flooded her vagina. He looked at his messy cock. "I won't ask you to clean it, Judy, although the slave at the meeting had to."

"I'd better do it Mike, I'm sure there will be a time when I'm ordered to do so at a meeting. Carol's bound to ask even though she finds it disgusting. She had to do it several times in her slave year so she will expect me to have done it too. Luckily so far, I've not had a period while at a meeting." She took the messy flesh, closed her eyes and sucked it into her mouth. "Not too much difference to just sperm and juice," she said to herself, "It's probably only the sight of it that makes it so disgusting. It's no worse than when I've been bum fucked without an enema." Finally she sucked it and licked his balls clean. "Would you like to do me?" she asked, "You don't have to now that you're a master."

"It's okay, I'll do it," Mike responded, "Mandy made me do it to her quite often."

Sunday morning after breakfast Mike said, "I promised I'd fix up a spot light over the new punishment bench in the club. Would you like to help thread the wires through so it doesn't take so long?" Judy readily agreed. "There'll only be us there because Mandy is away so the other members won't be able to get the key. Only Harry the builder and I have our own keys and he shouldn't have any reason to be there today."

As he predicted they were the only ones there and with Judy's help, it only took an hour to complete the job. "Drop your jeans and lay over the bench so I can check the positioning of the light… and give your arse the punishment it should have received yesterday." Judy saw he was smiling and went along with his game.

"Oh please sir, don't hit me too hard. I didn't mean to hold you prisoner, not for long anyway." Mike ordered her to lie on the bench and fastened her down with the straps. He picked a strap from the cupboard and was walking back when the door opened and Master Rex came in followed by Dianne, his slave.

"Sorry, I forgot Mandy was away until I got here and then I noticed your van. Looks like you're about to punish Carol's slave. Don't let me stop you." By then he was close enough to notice Judy's knickers and pad. "Oh do let me screw her," he pleaded, "You know how much I love a menstrual cunt. Punish her first though."

"We were really only testing the light position but it is time I warmed her up a bit and of course you are welcome to use her afterwards." Mike and Judy both knew this was expected and part of the club etiquette. "Will you be trying out the bench with slave Dianne?"

Rex nodded, ordered Dianne to undress and opened his flies so she could suck him to hardness. "She's a well built young bitch," Rex commented on Judy, "Lot more flesh than this thing." He tousled Dianne's hair affectionately.

Mike pulled Judy's knickers down and cracked the strap across her arse harder than he would have if they been alone causing Judy to wince and buck. "Is the light okay?" he asked, "Or should I move it a little to the left?" They agreed to move it and then he resumed strapping Judy's arse until she'd taken a dozen and tears were flowing.

"Oh it looks as though she is ready for me now," Rex grinned as he noted the blood seeping from her slit. He plunged his prick in and fucked her slowly, savouring the squishy sensations of the bloody vagina, until he could hold back now longer and spurted inside her.

In a way Judy was glad she'd cleaned Mike the previous day because Rex immediately offered his slime coated prick to her. Knowing a refusal would immediately be followed by more punishment, Judy took it and cleaned him. Mike entered her while she performed and having already ejaculated into her bottom before breakfast, took longer and strove to give his slave a climax before he came.

"Would you mind if slave Dianne cleans me?" Mike asked Rex.

"Of course not. She's well used to it and she'll clean your slave too, wont you girl?" Dianne promptly answered, "Yes. Sir."

The rest of the week was fairly routine until Friday evening. Mike was at work during the day and Judy spent the mornings in her room studying and the afternoons shopping or cleaning and cooking a meal for when Mike came home.

Mike planned to take Judy to the cinema of their last night and they were dressed ready to go when there was a knock at the door. Grandmaster Paul entered. "Good evening Master Michael," Paul greeted them, "I hope you weren't going out, Mistress Carol ordered me to make sure her slave girl was being properly attended to ready for her return tomorrow."

"Sir, I have tickets for us to see 'The Lord of the Rings'. We are both looking forward to it."

"You can go Michael but she stays. Go and get undressed slave girl." Paul's manner was brusque and he smiled evilly. He expected to be obeyed without question.

"No! No! No! You can't do this," Judy screamed, "I won't get undressed for you. I am not your slave. I won't do it!" Her utter disappointment at not being allowed out erupted. Rarely did she get angry but this time she was fuming.

The outburst took Paul by surprise and his anger rose too. From his pocket he produced the usual strap. Judy fled to the bedroom and closed the door. Michael tried to plead with Paul to leave and let him deal with her but Paul would have none of that. "You think you love the bitch," he sneered, "You are the newest master and have much to learn. She's only a trainee slave girl. I am the Grand master and have overall power over all club members. You've been too soft with the slave of another. I am going to correct that. She'll regret her outburst before the hour is out. I'll flay the skin off her." He strode to the bedroom door and flung it open. "Strip slave and lay on that bed. You'll need plenty of comfort before you get to sleep tonight."

"No!" Judy screamed at him again, "Go away! We don't want you here spoiling everything."

"Please leave Sir. Let me handle this before it gets worse," Michael shouted but before he'd finished Paul rushed forward and lashed the belt across Judy's breasts. She screamed but instead of backing away into the far corner as Paul expected she came forward, fury in her heart, and with fists flying and caught Paul with a hard punches to the face and to the stomach knocking the wind out of him. Judy used her size and weight to good effect and Carol's exercise programme had firmed her muscles so she packed a manly punch. She continued her forward rush and overbalanced attacker, knocking him to the floor. Vaguely she heard and felt Michael trying to stop any further onslaught but her pent-up anger needed an outlet. Pushing Michael into a chair, she picked up Paul and threw him across the bed and fastened his wrists to the bed head with the ties Mike had used on her earlier in the week.

Mike again tried to intervene but there was no stopping Judy. Her rage boiled. "Sit down Mike or I'll have to tie you up too. This is a slave's revolt." Again Mike tried to hold her but she turned on him and sat him in the chair. Grabbing a necktie she tied his arms between the slats, immobilising him. All the while Paul shouted abuse and threatened dire punishments at the next meeting.

"Shut up Paul," Judy hissed as she undid his trousers and yanked them down, "I expect its been a long while since you've experienced the strap but whatever the consequences, you're certainly going to feel it now." Tying the trouser legs around his ankles she pinioned his feet and effectively stopped him kicking.

"No!" Mike yelled as she swung the strap in a wide arc and brought it fiercely down on the ageing white buttocks. They were only white for a second or two before colouring a deep red. Paul yelled. He always supplied the pain, he did not receive it. Again and again, Judy lashed the leather across his arse

"Judy stop!"

Mike voice finally got through to her brain and she looked down at the battered and bruised bum and thighs. She felt no satisfaction and knew with certainty she had ruined her chances of remaining in the club. "But do I want that?" she asked herself. Paul's abuse had stopped and been replaced by groans and sobs. The euphoria of the power she had still didn't completely leave her. It was necessary to keep in control of the situation until she could get Paul out of the house. "Get the cream Mike," she ordered as she untied him. Fifteen minutes later Paul left avowing revenge if either of them set foot in the club again.

*****

"So Judy what have you to say for yourself?" Carol asked. "I get home and there's an answerphone message for me to go immediately to Grandmaster Paul's house. There I find he can hardly sit and has two black eyes and bruises the size of a football on his ribs. Mike, I thought I could trust you."

"No you didn't Carol. That's what caused this whole mess. You didn't trust me otherwise you wouldn't have told Paul to come round. We were doing fine until then. It was going to be our big date. I was taking her to the pictures for the first time. A film we both longed to see. We were all ready and about to leave when that sadist came and spoilt it all. The disappointment was worse than any thrashing. There was no need for you to check up on me."

"What do you intend to do Carol?" Judy asked. "Are you going to throw me out?"

"Maybe… No, I don't think that will be necessary." She came over and kissed Judy passionately but Judy backed away. Angrily Carol reacted. "If that's the way you want it slut, you can pack your things and go." Carol burst into tears and prepared to leave.

"Carol," Mike said quietly, "Don't do anything hasty. You love Judy. I love Judy. We can work something out. Go home and think about it. Talk with Mandy. She seems to be a sort of high priestess of the club and virtually runs it. Perhaps the two of you can come up with a plan. We'll do the same and perhaps we can all get together tomorrow afternoon and discuss it sensibly and as equals. None of this master and slave business until we decide what to do. Why not come to dinner tomorrow about six and bring Mandy?"

*****

The atmosphere at the meal was a little strained but Mandy used her skills to keep the conversation light hearted and irrelevant to the purpose of the meeting. Finally replete and with a glass of wine each, they retired to the lounge where Mandy took charge. "Let's get down to business. We all know why we're here but first Carol has something to say."

Carol spluttered a little at first but went on, "Mike, I wish to apologise for not trusting you to look after Judy properly. Asking Paul to check on you was wrong and I should have known he would wish to go further than I had intended. He's always been a pompous, sadistic sod. With Mandy's help I have looked at the reasons I did this and can only come up with one. Jealousy. I'm so sorry Mike and Judy. I love Judy and felt you were taking her away. I know she's enjoyed much of her time with me and the loving we did, but I think she loves you more. Perhaps she loves men more than women. Whatever, I wanted you to hurt her badly enough for her to leave you and love me fully. I am so sorry and I hope both of you will forgive me and we can still be friends." Tears rolled down Carol's cheeks as she spoke.

Judy rushed to hug her. "I love Mike but I love you too but more like a big sister or girlfriend. It's love but a different kind of love." Mike also kissed Carol and said he was sorry too.

"Right let's get on." Mandy was in business mode. "I called an impromptu meeting of club members this afternoon. Of course not too many could attend at short notice but we had enough for a quorum. Grand master Paul was there and gave us his version of what happened and showed everyone his bruises and stripes on his arse. Had they been free to do so, I think many of them would have praised you Judy. Carol did her best to put your case. Paul demanded Judy be brought in a given a full body whipping. That has only ever been done once to a man who betrayed us and he was off work for nearly a month and it was a year before he fully recovered."

"Oh God no!" Judy cried out.

"It's okay Judy, the rest of us rejected that and it only served to heighten the hostility some members have towards Paul. They pointed out that the club has become much more sadistic lately, witness the graduation caning you had Mike. It was far more severe than any previous one. Quite a few said their slaves were refusing to come to the meetings because the chances of a real thrashing were too high. There used to be plenty of sex and spankings but now the strap or cane is used more frequently and far harder so the pleasure has gone from the meetings for many of the members. There were, of course, a few that disagreed but the majority were in favour of calling an extraordinary general meeting and electing a new grand master who would be charged with humanising the club a bit more."

"What about us? What about the work I do at the club?" Mike asked.

"It shouldn't make any difference to your work Mike. I employ you. If I sack you then I should always fear you could leak what happens here to the press. In any case finding another who could take your place and have your knowledge of the circuits and keep our secrets would be very difficult. As to your club membership, I expect you would be banned from attending for a few meetings. Judy, again it is guesswork because it would have to be decided at a meeting, would be banned until she is eighteen and could start slave training properly, that is if she still wanted to."

"Are you still going to throw me out Carol?" Judy asked.

Mandy answered. "Carol and I have discussed this and it would appear you have four options. One, to go back and live with Carol as her slave like you have for the past year. Carol has agreed to this and to allow you to see more of Mike. Two, to live with Mike permanently. Three, to live weekdays with Carol and be her sub. That's like being a milder kind of slave, submitting to her and accepting a spanking as and when necessary but without the humiliation and hard strappings. From Friday night to Sunday evening you can live with Mike in whatever relationship you decide. I am sure there can be some flexibility in all these options. The fourth option is to return home. Would you like to go somewhere quiet to think about it Judy?"

Judy shook her head. "I no longer have a home to go to. My room is now Dad's office and when I visit and stay overnight I have to have an airbed on the floor. Carol is a great, if sometimes a painful help with my work. She checks it although she has no idea of what she's reading, and makes sure I work to the best of my ability so I am getting good results. However, especially after this week I would miss being with Mike so I guess the third option is the best providing it is flexible. There are times when I must do college work at the weekend and doing it in my room is most convenient. There are other times when I am free in the week or would like an evening out. If we can all be friends again, we should be able to work it out." So the arrangement was agreed.

"Before we go," Carol spoke, "To show I really am sorry for what I did, although it does seem to be working out for the best, I would like to lay myself across Mike's lap and for him to give me a hard bare arse spanking. Next weekend Judy, I would like you to spank me. Is that okay with you?"

Of course it was. Judy and Mandy clapped in time with Mike's smacks and Carol's squeals until he decided her bum was sore enough and his prick felt as if it would burst inside his trousers. Mandy helped her crying friend to her feet and led her to the bedroom. At first Mike and Judy watched as Carol lay in the sixty-nine position on top of Mandy and they made love to each other. Soon Mike laid Judy naked alongside them to relieve the tension in his loins.

Finis