Naughty Pussies

by slavegirl

Chapter Four

The Ties That Bind

       When the guys were out of site Daphne grabbed Dawn and Candi by their wrists. “Let’s try the new equipment.” The three scurried up the walkway closely, followed by Yvette, Peaches, Amber and Samantha.

       In the attic Daphne strapped Dawn into the harness. Dawn’s breasts stood proudly on display. After attaching cuffs to Dawn’s wrists, Daphne stretched her up to an eyebolt. A rope through the crotch strap and up to the eyebolt forced Dawn’s breasts to protrude more. Daphne had always known she was different from her twin sister Dawn. The fact that Dawn was submissive while Daphne was dominant made Daphne want to torment Dawn even more in an effort to turn her on.

Daphne dangled a set of nipple clamps connected with a fine chain in front of Dawn.  “Ready?”

       “Yes, Mistress.”

       Daphne caressed Dawn’s nipples to make them even harder and more erect before placing the clamps on them. Just as Dawn started to whimper Daphne placed the chain in Dawn’s mouth. The power. The control. Her dominant nature spurred Daphne to knot a rope around Dawn’s ponytail, attach the lose end to the center strap of the harness and draw Dawn’s head back so that both nipples were pulled taught in the clamps. Satisfied Dawn would stay out of trouble Daphne took Candi, who had been watching the entire procedure with wide eyes, bent Candi at the waist and proceeded to spank Candi’s readily available butt. Starting lightly, Daphne’s swats increased both in intensity and rapidity until Candi’s cheeks were on fire.

What excited Daphne most about spanking Candi was that Dawn could hear each hit, but with her head tied back so she was only able to see the ceiling, Dawn couldn’t be sure of what was actually happening. With her body under strict tension, Dawn’s mind quickly returned to the crotch strap tightly holding her clit prisoner, and the now excruciating tension on her nipples. What a dilemma; she was the one pulling on the nipple clamps and she wouldn’t dare release the chain. The repercussions could be much more severe than what was currently happening to her body.

Yvette paused for a moment during Amber’s whipping to see what was happening to Dawn. For a woman new to B&D, Yvette found Daphne to be very innovative. Samantha was in the process of hogtying Peaches. Yvette motioned for Samantha to look in Dawn’s direction.

“How many more sets of nipple clamps do we have?” Samantha asked.

Yvette instantly understood. “Three,” she said.

Samantha gathered all of the available rope. She untied Peaches, placed cuffs on her wrists and led her to an eyebolt. Yvette repeated the procedure with Amber. Daphne gave both Yvette and Samantha a knowing look before cuffing Candi. Together each dominant attached the cuffs of their submissive to overhead eyebolts. To duplicate Dawn’s harness, Yvette and Samantha used hanks of black rope.

Even though Dawn was in pain and tied to the eyebolt in the ceiling, she was able to turn around on command. From time to time either Yvette, Samantha or Daphne would have Dawn turn this way or that so they could better see how to duplicate the leather harness pattern now being replicated in rope on Candi, Peaches, and Amber.

More than once both Yvette and Samantha allowed themselves to fulfill their personal desire to sustain the redness of Candi’s ass. Daphne looked on proudly at what she had started. Her nipples were hard and her clit tingled. She assumed Yvette and Samantha were experiencing the same internal erotic surge brought on by their use of power.

Yvette was the first to finish the rope harness on Amber. In the time she took to assemble the nipple clamps, the other rope harnesses were finished. Yvette laid a set of clamps at the feet of each submissive. Working with precision, Yvette, Samantha and Daphne attached Amber, Peaches and Candi to overhead eyebolts. Fear filled the eyes of each submissive.

Using Candi as a model, Daphne showed how to duplicate Dawn’s position. In no time, four restricted females presented mirror images of each other. Being strung up the longest, Dawn’s body started to quiver. She knew she didn’t dare start to tremble, for the pain would be too intense. Dawn started to breathe slowly in an effort to calm down. She regained control. Dawn knew this because a rush of pleasure pulsed from her clit to her nipples and back to her clit in what became a never-ending cycle, building closer and closer to the orgasm that Dawn did and didn’t want. She knew that tied in this position and with the nipple clamps in place she would shudder and shake into the most painful climax she had ever experienced.

Daphne, Yvette and Samantha stood back to admire their handy work.

“Ahhh, a lineup of naughty pussies,” Samantha proclaimed.

“This has been a lot of work,” Yvette said. “Let’s retire downstairs for something to drink.”

Amber’s neck and shoulders ached. She’d never been pulled so strenuously before in her life. Still, to be included in the lineup made Amber tingle with pride. To Amber, being a member of the house meant that she would do whatever was asked of her.

Yvette swatted Candi’s butt one more time before descending the stairs. Candi smiled to herself. “Before I came to this house I had no future. Now I’m excited to get up in the morning. A night in the stocks doesn’t bother me.” Candi heard Peaches crying. “What a wimp.”

Samantha was the first to return to the attic. She walked slowly up and down the row of dangling submissives, inspecting their ropes. Their bodies quivered from the tension. “It’ll be nice to get the leather harnesses. Rope just isn’t the same,” she said.

“While I hate to let them down, they won’t be any good in their jobs tomorrow if we don’t,” Daphne said.

“Work’s a bitch,” Yvette shouted before releasing Amber who collapsed on the floor. As the others were let go they joined Amber.

Since their fun had been cut short, the dominates looked for alternate entertainment. The decision was made to lock all the submissives in their stocks for the night.

At mid week a registered letter awaited Daphne when she arrived at the house after work. All was silent while Daphne read the message. “Well,” she said, “Old Man Tomo died. The house is officially for sale. We are invited to make an offer if we want to continue living here.”

Candi gasped. “What are we going to do?”

“The price they’re asking is well within our range,” Daphne said. “We have ten days to submit an offer.”

“Where’s the money going to come from?” Peaches asked.

Daphne glared at Peaches. “Shut up and do as you’re told. I’ll handle the details.”

Samantha smiled. “We’ll await your report.”

Friday night Daphne called a house meeting. “Apparently Old Man Tomo put in his will that we be granted first right of refusal for this house. Subject to an inspection, we’ll be homeowners.”

Yvette paced the floor. “This is unreal. Those in favor raise your hand.”

Samantha looked around the group. Seven hands flew into the air. “At least that’s settled. Fill us in on the financial side, Daphne.”

“An inspection will take place tomorrow morning. Barring any unforeseen problems we can close escrow in thirty days.”

Everyone was busy performing her chores when the inspector arrived. “Visitor in the house,” Samantha called.

Yvette and Daphne had gone ahead to store the equipment in the attic and basement. The four naked girls kept out of sight. Samantha made herself available to answer questions. Methodically the inspector scrutinized all areas of the house. After two hours no problems could be found.

“Someone’s been taking exceptional care of this place,” the inspector commented.

“We have,” Samantha said curtly.

“At any rate, you’ve got a sturdy Victorian.”

The nude girls peeked out at the inspector from upstairs. He couldn’t see them but they watched as he loaded his truck and drove away.

Daphne summoned everyone to the dining room. “Samantha made nice with the inspector so we now know the house has no defects. What should we do to celebrate?”

All eyes turned to Yvette. “Well, The Locker Room holds a party the second Saturday of the month. That’s tonight. Why don’t we go?”

Much had happened since their last visit to The Locker Room. All agreed exposure to a different environment from the house would do them all good.

”Wait a minute,” Samantha said. She hurried away but returned quickly. “I picked these polished stainless steel rings up at the yacht hardware store to place at the end of each submissive’s braids. There’s such an array of equipment to attach them to at The Locker Room, let’s braid the rings onto each of the subs for tonight.”

“Good idea.” Daphne stood behind Dawn braiding her hair. Yvette started separating Amber’s ponytail into three strands. Samantha released Candi’s ponytail to begin plaiting. Peaches backed a chair up to Dawn who wove the long red hair tight.

“From this day on all subs will wear braids, all Doms ponytails,” Yvette suggested.

Daphne pulled on the ring woven into Dawn’s braid. “No question who’s submissive, is there?”

“No Mistress,” Dawn said.

Just inside the entrance of The Locker Room each submissive removed her clothes leaving only pink collars and high heels for their attire. Mistress Key greeted the group warmly. She noticed the rings then pointed to a row of hooks on the wall behind her chair. “I’ll give you half off the entry fee if you’ll leave these lovely ladies on display and attached to my wall for the next half hour.”

Yvette and Daphne quickly placed the rings over four different hooks. Due to the height of the hooks each braid was pulled tight stretching the girl’s necks to full capacity. Samantha watched, pleased her idea had received such immediate approval. Mistress Key picked up a wooden paddle from her glass top desk and proceeded to lay into Candi then Peaches. “You go on and decide what you want to do tonight. I’ve got things under control here.”

The acceptance delighted Yvette.  She led the way to the main room. Samantha and Daphne congratulated each other on developing sought after submissives.

As guests arrived for the party they admired the wall behind Mistress Key by pinching nipples and swatting butts. “Your idea to add rings to braids is excellent,” a Dom dressed in purple latex said.

“Wasn’t my idea. The group that Yvette connected with brought them. I’m just displaying these lovelies for all to see.”

A Dom, wearing a black leather dress, eyed the wall of submissives. The leather dress was soft, sensuous and impressive with a slit going up the front of one leg all the way to her waist. She pulled her breasts out of her black bra to display pierced nipples. “You need several more sets of rings.”

Dawn lusted to caress the luscious breasts. Peaches wondered how to go about getting pierced. Candi made a mental note to order thigh-high boots for Yvette, Daphne and Samantha. Amber’s breath caught in her throat as she watched Yvette, Daphne and Samantha observe what was happening.

“Who owns this group?” The Dom in black asked.

“The three women over there,” Mistress Key said.

When the Dom turned, Yvette recognized her from previous parties. Mistress Key raised her hand. “Ladies, I’d like you to meet Mistress Rose, sole proprietor of Rose’s Full Service Beauty Salon.”

“My compliments,” Rose said. “Your subs could use more rings and I’m just the person to provide them.”

“Rose does all manner of piercings. She’s going to be adding rings to two nipples and a clit tonight.”

Samantha brightened. “We just saw a sub with her nipple rings padlocked to screw eyes on the wall.”

Mistress Key released the four subs. “Thanks for letting me have them as eye candy.”

“Come on,” Rose said. “Let me show you some piercings you might be interested in.”

In the main room everyone hugged Mistress Rose as she passed. At a cross she stopped. “You’ll note that the nipple rings here are tied off to the cross as well as the clit ring. No other bondage is necessary to keep this beauty securely in place.”

Daphne instinctively knew Dawn would absolutely love to have each of those attachment points permanently installed on her body.

A Dom dressed in white leather led a sub by a leash attached to a nose ring. “Mistress Rose this latest addition is as versatile as you said.”

Samantha saw endless possibilities for nose rings on each submissive.

Mistress Key’s voice sounded over the intercom. “Please assemble at the cage for a piercing in five minutes.”

Mistress Rose started off toward the cage.

“You girls ready to get pierced?” Daphne asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” They bowed their heads and said in unison.

At the cage a crowd had already formed. Mistress Rose shackled a voluptuous blonde to the bars. A woman with short-cropped black hair went down on all fours to provide a table for Mistress Rose to set her black bag on. The blonde’s nipples stood erect but Mistress Rose pinched them to make them harder before punching a needle through each one followed by a ring. The crowd clapped approval when Mistress Rose lifted the breasts in order to better display the newly ringed nipples.

A skinny girl was being laid out on a massage table, her arms and legs tied off to prevent squirming. Mistress Rose probed for the clit; applied alcohol then quickly put a needle through the pink piece of flesh. A shriek bounced off the walls. Dawn desperately wanted to ask to have her clit pierced also but knew Daphne would punish her for taking that initiative. Reluctantly, she kept quiet. Calmly Mistress Rose inserted a barbell. “Feel free to take a look,” she said.

“Are you serious about getting the girls pierced?” Yvette asked Daphne.

“Yes. They could be in bondage even when they are away from the house. Dawn would love a ring on her clit, too.”

Mistress Rose walked up and overheard the discussion. “The table’s available. Get Dawn over here then put ‘em all back up on the hooks in the entry. I can do the nipples of all four tonight.”

After the skinny girl wiped the table down with alcohol, Dawn laid out on her back. Daphne secured her arms and legs. Anticipating what would come, Dawn’s clit stood erect.

Daphne was enchanted with Dawn’s arousal to the up coming piercing. To keep Dawn at the peek of her erotic anxiety, Daphne decided to prolong her wait. There was also an additional refinement that Daphne wanted to follow up on before the piercing actually took place.

Drawing Rose aside, Daphne inquired, “I’ve seen some piercings with really thick heavy gauge rings. Do you have thicker rings with you that you could mount on Dawn, tonight?”

“Yes, of course, but the holes larger needles make will be more painful to start with and take noticeably longer to heal.”

“How much longer?”

“At least two or three times as long, but many feel the end result is more than worth the effort. There is always the alternative that most people choose, which is starting with a thinner ring and gradually stretching the hole as you move up in sizes after the piercing has completely healed.”

“No, Dawn will want the thicker and heavier rings. I know she’s secretly been lusting after them since first seeing them used as bondage attachment points. Put in the heaviest gauge you have; make her happy.”

“No problem. I’ll put the rings in good and deep, so there won’t be any worry about the body jewelry being too delicate for extended bondage use. I have a wide variety with me tonight, let me show you what’s available.” Rose turned to her piercing equipment case. She opened a blue velvet lined box full of rings. “The smaller diameters can’t be as heavy a gauge as the larger ones and may be more delicate than what you have in mind. The others are as heavy as you’ll find anywhere. The big difference is in the diameter you wish to have displayed.”

Daphne looked over the assortment carefully, “The largest diameters are too extreme to be feminine, however the one inch rings will look fine on her. What gauge is the heaviest one inch ring you have there?”

“It’s a six-gauge ring. With that ring you could hold a battleship. I’m sure it will suffice for Dawn.”

Daphne agreed, “A one inch ring in six gauge it is.”

Mistress Rose located the tip of the needle as deep into the clitoris as possible. She easily inserted her needle followed by a gorgeously heavy stainless steel ring. Dawn shuddered with sexual pleasure.

Astonished that Dawn hadn’t cried out, Daphne locked eyes with Mistress Rose as if to say, “How could she be so calm?”

“This one’s a real pain junkie.” Mistress Rose shook Daphne’s hand. “Congratulations.”

Dawn turned first to Daphne and bowed her head, “Thank you Mistress,” and then similarly to Rose, “Thank you Mistress.”

Mistress Rose motioned to the skinny girl. “”Clean up the table. We’ve got business up front.”  

Dawn closed the black bag and carried it to the entry. The human table stood. She followed the group of eight to an empty space behind Mistress Key’s desk where she went down on her hands and knees to again become a table. Dawn set the black bag in place.

Samantha took Mistress Key aside. “Mistress Rose has agreed to pierce the nipples of Dawn, Peaches, Amber and Candi for us. May we return our ladies to your hooks for this purpose?”

Mistress Key clapped her hands in delight. “Of course,” she said before taking the microphone in hand. “Attention, attention,” Mistress Key’s voice penetrated the noise of The Locker Room. “A multiple piercing will take place in the entry in fifteen minutes.”

Amber was the first to be hoisted up on one of the hooks. Yvette tied her hands behind her back. Daphne set Dawn on the next hook. She saw no need to restrain Dawn, she simply told her to keep her hands clasped behind her back. Samantha put Candi’s braid ring on another hook. She gagged Cindi and taped her wrists behind her back. Alone, Peaches stood anxiously waiting to be placed on a hook. Yvette obliged her. Yvette could see how eagerly Peaches wanted the nipple piercings so when Mistress Rose took out her needle Yvette said, “Do Peaches first.”

Peaches proudly thrust out her chest. The needle prick was over in an instant. Pushing the ring through hurt like hell. A tear eased down Peaches’ cheek but she smiled as the needle pricked a second time followed by the matching ring.

“I’d like to do Dawn next.” Mistress Rose stepped up to the wide-eyed submissive. After marking the base of Dawn’s nipples with a magic marker, so when the rings were installed, they would be both even and equally deep on both sides, she held up the rings for Daphne to confirm that these were indeed the heavy rings what were be permanently mounted on Dawn’s breasts.

Daphne approved with a nod, and the process of Dawn’s permanent nipple bondage began.

The piercings went quickly. Afterwards Daphne had Dawn hold up her breasts for the room to see.

Candi enjoyed the burn of the ring pushing through the newly made hole in each of her breasts. She immediately fanaticized about hanging weights from the rings. Amber felt a tremble when the first needle went through her left nipple. After the right nipple held the ring, a ripple rushed from Amber’s clit back to her nipples and down to her clit again in an endless circle. She pumped her groin and groaned. Applause erupted in the entry. Whoops and whistles followed.

For the next couple hours Amber, Peaches, Candi and Dawn were on display. Doms and subs asked questions about how they had gotten in the scene. Samantha, Daphne and Yvette accepted calling cards.

“You ladies are doing a superb job training these submissives,” Mistress Rose told Samantha. “Any way I can be of service, just call.” She produced a card with her contract information.

The sun was coming up when the group gathered their belongings to leave The Locker Room. Mistress Key held the door open. “Your group made the party a resounding success so I’m not charging you.” She handed Daphne a refund. “I hope you’ll be back soon.”

“You can plan on that,” Daphne said.

Monday evening Peaches was uncharacteristically quiet. Not even Yvette could get her to talk.

“I don’t feel good,” Peaches kept saying. For the next two days Peaches didn’t go to work, she just slept and ate.

By the third day Samantha took Peaches’ temperature. “You’ve got a great appetite and you’re temperature’s normal. What’s going on?” Samantha asked.

“I don’t feel good.”

“Why?”
       Peaches pulled the sheet up to her chin. “I got fired Monday.” Peaches started to cry.

Samantha pulled Peaches out of bed. Putting her finger through the ring in Peaches’ braid, Samantha dragged Peaches down to the dining room. “Peaches has an announcement,” Samantha said.

All activity stopped. Peaches hesitated.

“Now,” Samantha growled.

Tears streamed down Peaches’ cheeks. “I got fired. I don’t have a job anymore.”

Yvette stepped forward to take Peaches’ braid and pull her head back. “Why?”

“For having sex with two of the salesmen.”

“Why did you lie before?”

“I was afraid.”

“Dawn, take Peaches to the basement, tie her to a post. This isn’t supposed to be a pleasure trip for her, so make it good and tight. You know how. Then come back to the dining room immediately. Do not speak to her while you’re gone,” Yvette instructed.

As much as Dawn wanted to comfort Peaches she knew she didn’t dare.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Peaches collapsed on the floor whimpering. She didn’t resist as Dawn attached her wrists, ankles and waist to a post before hurrying away. Peaches feared she would be thrown out of the house with no place to go.

When Dawn returned to the dining room, Yvette was in the middle of ranting about how irresponsible Peaches had been to lose her job. “She’ll go out on interviews starting tomorrow,” Yvette said.

“Let’s think this through.” Samantha looked to Daphne. “Running this house requires a lot of labor. A dedicated house slave could be advantageous.”

“Will we still be able to buy the house?” Yvette asked Daphne.

Daphne sneered. “Her pay was the lowest of all, so the loss is negligible.”

“If Peaches is going to be allowed to stay without bringing in money, she’s going to have to earn her keep,” Yvette said. “I propose we cancel the gardening service and start with having Peaches take over that maintenance.”

“Consider it done,” Daphne said.

“We’ll leave her chained in the basement a few days while Samantha sets up her daily work schedule,” Yvette said.

The next couple of nights Yvette delivered food on a tray without communicating with Peaches. During her isolation Peaches considered running away but the memory of interacting with Dawn, Candi and Amber her first weeks in the house quickly erased the thought. Her initial taste of whipping made her want more. Through spanking she had reached the first organism of her life. Peaches promised herself she would do whatever was asked in order to remain part of this fabulous sexually charged house. Besides, her nipple rings were healing nicely and she looked forward to them being used in all sorts of different and erotic ways.

Upon release from the basement Peaches’ first assignment was to cultivate the rose garden. Each morning she was put outside with food and water but not allowed back in the house until everyone returned at night. Samantha bought new rose bushes for planting and when Peaches finished the roses she took the initiative to weed the flowerbeds and spruce up the grounds in general.  When Samantha went to look for her she found Peaches kneeling at the back of the house with a short chain locked around her neck and attached to a drainpipe at a point three feet from the ground. The chain was too high for Peaches to lie down and too low for her to stand up. She had gagged herself and also locked her wrists behind her back with handcuffs.  She was in a position where she could do nothing but silently kneel and wait patiently for Samantha to release her.

This pleased Yvette, Samantha and Daphne enough to allow Peaches to return to her bed to sleep.  Of course, she was stretched as tight as the Doms could make her. Daphne and Yvette tied a rope around her waist and added another rope from front to back going through her pussy and over her clit. After testing the tension, they decided more pressure was needed on the clit. So they tightened it more, tested it again, and tightened it this time until Peaches started squirming and whimpering. After a pause Peaches softly thanked them for their kindness. After two nights alone in the basement, this was akin to returning to heaven.

On the day escrow closed, excitement filled the air. Daphne showed everyone the final papers and explained how it would take all seven to own and operate the house. Samantha poured seven flutes of champagne.

“We now have hierarchy within the house: Doms, employed subs and unemployed subs.”

“While we’re discussing individual designations we should name our group,” Yvette said.

“How about what Samantha called us, Naughty Pussies?” Candi asked.

“The House of the Naughty Pussies, that’s good. That’s really good,” Daphne said.

“Appropriate too. One way or another, it applies to all of us,” Samantha added.

“Anyone object?” Daphne asked.

No one said a word. When the matter had been settled, Amber raised her hand.

“Yes,” Yvette said.

Amber twisted her hands in her lap. “I was thinking that since we are now all bound together by this house, in addition to our group name and hair styles, would we want to consider a mark to symbolize our attachment to each other?”

Yvette jumped up. “A tattoo. We each need to get the same tattoo.”

“In public view or concealed?” Samantha asked.

“Since several of us have sensitive jobs, a hidden mark would probably be best,” Daphne said.

“I prefer something visible,” Yvette said.

“Not too big and easily covered?” Samantha asked.

The group sat silent while each considered various possibilities. Amber pressed her index finger against her cheekbone. “A bold, beautiful beauty mark right here,” she said.

Daphne smiled. “Obvious, but not obvious. Something that will only be known to us.”

“Rose’s Full Service Beauty Salon is just the place,” Yvette said. Heads nodded in agreement.

“Make the appointment,” Daphne said.

The phone was ringing in Yvette’s ear when Daphne finished her statement. “She can take us tomorrow afternoon.”

Samantha checked her calendar. She didn’t have a catering job. “Tell her we’ll be there.”

When the Naughty Pussies arrived at Rose’s, seven straight back chairs had already been set in a semi-circle.

Mistress Rose placed bold black beauty marks on the upper check of each Naughty Pussy. “For women new to BDSM you certainly are creative,” Rose declared.

“We’re also angry one of our own lost her job because of having sex with her co-workers,” Yvette growled.

“What action do you plan to take?” Rose asked.

“I want to keep that clit on a leash. Maybe it won’t get into so much trouble that way.” Yvette glared at Peaches while Daphne and Samantha tied her to the chair.

“Please Mistress, don’t pierce my clit. I won’t have any more unauthorized sex. I promise.”

Peaches screamed as the needle penetrated her clit. Yvette watched Rose insert the ring. “Let’s have her nose pierced also, so everyone will know she keeps poking her nose into places it doesn’t belong. We can insert a nice ring to be on display for everyone to see. Additionally the ring gives us a wonderfully humiliating place to attach her leash, when needed.”

“No, please Mistress, I promise to be good,” Peaches cried out.

“Shut up,” Yvette hollered at her. “You should have been good to start with.”

Samantha and Daphne held Peaches’ head while Rose pierced her septum. With the ring in place Peaches started to cry loud sobs. Rose took Peaches chin in her hand. “All the jewelry accents your pale skin.” Rose was clearly enjoying this.

“Please don’t do any more. I’ll be good. Please,” Peaches whimpered.

Rose chuckled. “What else?”

Yvette stood with her hands on her hips. “She just doesn’t know when to keep her tongue quiet, does she? Then we’ll just go one step further and control that also. Pierce her tongue. Pierce it good. Put a ring on the tip and two studs side by side a little further back. If she won’t keep her tongue quiet, at least we can turn her into a first class cunt licker.”

“No, Mistress, I beg you, please no. I’ll pleasure your pussy for you any time you wish, you know I will. Please don’t do this to me.”

Surprised at how far Yvette was taking this, Samantha shifted from one foot to the other.

“Stick out your tongue. You should have been quiet when you were told. Now you will always have a reminder that there are consequences for your actions when you misbehave.”

Peaches did as she was told. Rose pierced the end of her tongue and inserted a ring. “I promise, I promise I’ll behave from now on.”

Rose finished two more piercings. Daphne found this all fascinating and started to formulate plans for Dawn’s future piercings.

“SHUT UP, Peaches,” Yvette screamed again. “Rose, this insolent girl just won’t stop. She clearly is forcing this issue to escalate beyond her own comprehension. Well, so be it. Shave her head, but be sure to keep enough hair at the back for her to still have her ponytail. Maybe a shaved head will disgrace her enough to instill proper behavior.

“Mistress, please no, I beg you, no.”

“Don’t you understand? You still don’t know when to shut up. Do we need to shave your eyebrows off also? And maybe you should think about it for a moment before you answer.”

Peaches opened her eyes wide in utter shock.

Yvette stared at Peaches. The seconds ticked by. “Well, have you figured it out yet?”

Peaches sat silent.

Yvette looked at Rose. “Finally.”

Then turning to Peaches, she said, “Silence and obedience, these are two concepts I bet you won’t soon forget.”

With scissors in hand, Rose eagerly cut away Peaches’ hair except for a section on the back of her head, which remained to form her braided ponytail. Peaches sat still as a statue. Amber, Candi and Dawn watched, fear in their eyes, as clots of red hair fell in piles. The bald head looked gruesome. Yvette braided the remaining hair down Peaches’ back. Amber, Dawn and Candi cleaned up the shaving area without being asked.

Rose held a mirror up for Peaches to see the changes. As much as she wanted to cry she kept control of herself. Peaches took a deep breath and put a smile on her lips. “Thank you Mistress.”

“This opens up a whole realm of possibilities,” Daphne said, a twinkle in her eye.

Samantha focused on Amber, Dawn and Candi. “Always tell the truth. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the girls said as if in one voice.

“You gals are true players,” Rose said as she took Daphne’s payment for services rendered. “See she gets vitamin C and zinc to hasten the healing process.”

Amber, Candi and Dawn helped Peaches to the car. They felt for her situation but kept words of sympathy to themselves. No way would they trade places.

Rose set a CLOSED sign in the window. This had been a most enjoyable afternoon.

Silence filled the van for the drive home. Samantha startled everyone by shouting, “What the hell. Anyone schedule a visitor without clearance?”

In order to get a good look at the occupant of the shiny red pickup parked in front of the Victorian house, Samantha drove past slowly. Yvette twisted around to be sure she recognized the man behind the wheel.

“It’s Charles,” Yvette blurted out.

After proceeding further down the street Samantha stopped the van. “Who invited Charles?”

No one responded.

“Yvette, you’re the only one who knows his phone number.”

“Believe me I have not been in contact with Charles since the weekend he visited.”

“Very well.” Samantha turned the van around. “Let’s go find out what he wants.”

Charles jumped out of his vehicle as soon as the van parked in the driveway. He started pointing to the wood piled behind the cab. Daphne reached Charles first. “What a pleasant surprise,” she said.

“Well, the cross and the horse got finished quicker that I expected so I decided to make the delivery.”

“Charles, you should have called first,” Yvette said.

“Yeah, well, don’t have a phone number.”

“No harm done,” Samantha said. “What have you got for us?”

At that moment Charles caught a glimpse of Peaches. All of the color drained from his face.

“She broke the one and only house rule, don’t lie,” Yvette explained.

“Tom sent his metal belts along for me to attach to the wall.” Charles lifted out the horse. “If you have time I can install everything tonight.”

“Amber, Dawn and Candi, help Charles,” Samantha said. “Peaches come with me.” Samantha looked at Charles. “You’ll stay for dinner, of course.”

Charles grinned. “You are most gracious.”

The horse fit perfectly into the corner of the attic where Charles had suggested. He assembled the cross with precision and fitted the overhead beam with a winch wound with black rope. He backed Amber, Candi and Dawn up against the vacant wall and marked where their belts would go. After installing the first belt Peaches appeared in the attic. “Dinner will be ready in five minutes,” she said. Yvette pushed Peaches up against the wall for Charles to note where to place her belt before sending her back to help in the kitchen. As soon as she was gone, Yvette instructed Charles to attach Peaches belt six inches higher on the wall, so Peaches would be forced to be up on her toes whenever she was there.

An expression that indicated Charles knew what was to come shot across his face. “You don’t intend to cut her any slack do you?”

“Not anytime soon,” Yvette said with a wink.

Everyone appeared in the dining room together. The only person without a chair was Peaches. She filled glasses and carried spaghetti, salad and rye bread from the kitchen to the dining room. While everyone ate, Peaches waited for her next assignment.

“Things have changed a bit since you were last here, Charles,” Daphne said. “We now own this Victorian house so we are free to make permanent changes.”

“You women are truly amazing,” Charles said. “You gonna have a party to celebrate?”

Samantha, Yvette and Daphne started to laugh. “It takes an outsider to state the obvious,” Samantha said. “When do you think Larry will have the harnesses?”

“Within the week.”

“We’ve got calling cards from The Locker Room attendees. Let’s start phoning invites for this Saturday right now,” Daphne said.

Charles returned to the attic with Yvette to complete the installation. Samantha began planning the menu. Daphne took to the phone.  By midnight Daphne had twenty-five confirmations, Samantha posted a schedule for preparation and Charles had confirmed with Larry he would have the harnesses.  Charles asked, “How would you like a discipline chair? It would lock in the neck, wrists and ankles as well as incorporate interchangeable dildos.”

“Would you be able to build this chair for the party?”

“To tell the truth, all the pieces are cut, I was just waiting for the go ahead.”

“How long will it take to complete?”

“In plenty of time for your party, if that’s what you have in mind.”

“Go ahead,” Yvette said.

All week the house hummed with activity in preparation for the party. Each morning Peaches was left with a to-do list she took pride in completing. There was never a task she failed to finish so intent was she on pleasing her mistresses.

On the day of the party Charles, Tom and Larry arrived early to complete final installation of their equipment and assemble a massage table Yvette had bought. A nearby shelf held an assortment of colored candles Yvette had laid out.

Daphne retreated to her room. She showered then stepped into the skin-tight leather pants with matching vest Dawn had bought. After pulling on the black thigh-high boots Candi had ordered, Daphne viewed herself from all directions in the floor length mirror. Her curves reflected strong femininity. A tap sounded on the door. “Come in,” Daphne said.

Samantha and Yvette appeared before her in matching leather outfits. They radiated pride as they turned for Daphne to see how their leather attire hugged their bodies. “Dawn and Candi are very good at what they do. With Dawn managing a boutique and Candi in charge of a high level shoe store, they are both aware of many excellent opportunities for our attire whenever they become available,” Samantha said.

All four submissives finished dressing in the pink platforms over pink fish net hose that matched their pink collars. Daphne called them into her room. “They are fabulous,” Yvette declared. “Dawn and Candi, you have provided all of us with terrific outfits for tonight.”

Yvette caught sight of a gleam in Samantha’s eye. “What?” Yvette asked.

“I do believe we have our official house uniforms,” Samantha said. “We’ll buy a few more sets. However, now we have a party to host.”

Mistress Rose was the first to arrive. She held one male and one female submissive on separate leases. She had allowed time to examine Peaches’ piercings. When she finished her inspection Mistress Rose voiced approval about how Peaches was healing. Mistress Rose declared that Peaches could play as long as all the jewelry was left alone.

Candi, along with Dawn, greeted each new guest at the front door. Amber circulated with trays of champagne. Peaches took coats and kept the refreshment table stocked. Yvette showed the attic while Daphne took the guests on a tour of the basement. Samantha kept the social interaction working with precision. At ten o’clock all the guests had arrived and the doors were locked.

Daphne found Tom. “You might want to accompany me,” she said. Together they took Dawn, Candi, Peaches and Amber to the attic. Tom unlocked the belts that were mounted on the wall so Daphne could begin to secure the Naughty Pussies to the wall. When Daphne got to Peaches she didn’t hesitate. In order to fasten Peaches in her belt Daphne forced Peaches to lift up on her toes and back up until her heels were pressing against the wall. “Keep your back straight,” Daphne commanded. Even though Peaches heels were supported by the wall, the unusual en point position was not anything her legs had experienced before.

Charles watched. With Peaches up on her toes, her legs were displayed to perfection. Charles didn’t have long to wait before Peaches’ calf started to cramp. Her legs weren’t used to maintaining the extended position. The pain was obvious in Peaches’ face. She whimpered but continued to hold perfectly still.

From next to Charles, Yvette said, “Have you already forgotten about silence and obedience?”

With wide-eyed panic on her face, Peaches shook her head with a very quick, “uh uh.”

Tom’s chest swelled with pride watching the four Naughty Pussies held by his belts. His pants bulged.

“Which one do you want?” Daphne asked.

“Amber.”

“Be my guest.”

A crowd gathered to watch.

Meanwhile Mistress Rose had set her slaves facing each other on the horse. She secured their wrists together and tied them off to the crossbeam above. She then locked their nipple rings to each other before tying their ankles to eyebolts mounted on the floor off to each side of the horse. When Mistress Rose was content that the wood now cut into their tender flesh she walked away to witness Alexis hoist Pig up using the newly installed winch.

With her elbows held together behind her in a single glove, Pig dangled upside down with her head inches from the floor. The cuffs around Pig’s ankles allowed Alexis to easily turn the helpless submissive. First Alexis tied Pig’s breasts out from her chest then hung three-ounce weights from the nipple rings. A slight touch brought Pig’s butt in perfect placement to Alexis’ hand. With each swat Pig’s nipple weights bounced. Bored with spanking, Alexis used the winch to raise Pig up higher and started slapping her face.

A desire rose in Charles to strap Candi to the cross. He no sooner had the wish than Yvette tapped him on the shoulder. “What’s your dream?” she asked.

“To strap Candi facing the cross I built for you and give her a good whipping.”

“She’s yours. Choose any of my whips on the hooks over there.”

As Charles released Candi, Mistress Key walked up to Yvette. “I understand you have a basement.”

“Yes. I’d be pleased to show you.”

“Good, because I’ve had enough of watching multiple whippings. I can see that anytime.”

Howls filled the bottom floor of the house. Mistress Key smiled. “That would be Gladys. No matter what happens she’s like a wolf howling at the moon.”  Yvette motioned for Mistress Key to step through the doorway first. “Yep, that’s her.” Mistress Key pointed to the massage table but walked straight to the discipline chair. A nude girl with a black leather hood was strapped in place. Mistress Key carefully inspected the chair.

Upon seeing the chair in use Yvette had to admit Charles had built a useful device.

“Where did you get this?” Mistress Key asked.

“Charles built it for us.”

At that moment Yvette saw the remote control that activated the dildos in the pussy and ass of the vulnerable girl. Mistress Key had already picked it up and pushed the button. The girl moaned with pleasure.

“I must have one of these for my personal dungeon,” Mistress Key said.

“Right now Charles is upstairs administering a whipping but I’ll introduce you before the end of the party,” Yvette said.

Just as Mistress Key was about to respond, two young women dropped to their knees in front of her. Leather leashes hung from their collars. They jointly held a roll of clear plastic carpet protector in their raised hands. Mistress Key eyed the room in search of open space. “Over there.” She pointed her black-gloved finger to a length of floor at the far end of the basement.     

Together the women rolled out the strip upside down, so that the spikes were now pointing up. All sound in the basement stopped. Mistress Key took hold of one leash, she handed the other to Yvette. Both submissives stood with their arms at their sides at the beginning of the walkway, toes touching the edge of the plastic. For the first time Yvette noticed their feet were bare.

Having wrapped most of the length of the leash around her wrist, the woman under Mistress Key’s control was forced to step each time Mistress Key took a step. A crowd gathered along both sides of the full strip of spikes, leaving an aisle for Mistress Key and Yvette.

Without warning Mistress Key moved down the torture path. Her submissive followed closely, both feet firmly on the spikes. Three paces along Mistress Key stopped. The submissive stopped, tension obvious in her body. The spikes cut into the tender skin on the bottom of her feet. Her toes wiggled in an attempt to spread the discomfort. Mistress Key would have none of it. “Still,” she commanded. The submissive obeyed. A tear started down her cheek.

Yvette also wound the leash around her wrist before starting to parade her submissive down the track. Her submissive hesitated before stepping onto the spikes. Mistress Key noticed the pause. She exchanged leashes with Yvette and pulled the woman to the midway point. “On your knees,” Mistress Key commanded. This time the submissive obeyed without hesitation. The exposed spikes poked painfully at her flesh but she kept her back straight and held a smile on her lips. A collective gasp rose from those watching. Yvette slowly walked her submissive to the end of the spikes, turned around and, pulling the leash taut, ran back to the start past the woman on her knees. As Yvette approached Mistress Key she received a thumbs up for running the submissive on the spikes.

When Yvette reached the end she dropped the leash to search for Samantha. They locked eyes. Samantha picked up the leash just as she saw Mistress Key lead her submissive down the spikes on her knees. The submissive struggled to keep up, her knees raw from the repeated and incessant irritation of the spikes.

At the end of the path Mistress Key pulled her submissive up, blood trickled down the front of both legs. The submissive’s feet were now flat against the spikes, discomfort obvious in her eyes.  Mistress Key started from one end of the strip of spikes, Samantha from the other. They proceeded slowly, very slowly, to allow the needle sharp spikes ample time to sting the soles of their submissives. At the mid point they stopped, the submissives face to face, sweat dripping from their foreheads. Samantha could almost hear her submissive’s heart pounding. She had never put anyone through such an intense physical ordeal. The thrill left her wanting more.

After turning her submissive around Samantha commanded, “Down on your hands and knees.”

The submissive obeyed quickly. The spikes now pricking both hands and knees. A chuckle rippled through the spectators. Mistress Key ordered her submissive down, too. There was no escaping the pain. Both Samantha and Mistress Key kept the women in place.

“You think they’ve had enough?” Mistress Key asked.

With a gleam in her eye Samantha responded, “Probably.”

“Another few minutes won’t hurt through,” Mistress Key said.

Word of the performance on the carpet protector had spread to the attic. Everyone hurried downstairs to see. Samantha caught sight of Daphne and offered her the leash. Side by side the submissives continued along the spiked agony on their knees all the way to the end of the track. Excitement to experience the walk of spikes was transmitted without words.

“Get in line if you really want to know what this feels like,” Mistress Key announced.

A column of anxious participants snaked around the basement. Mistress Key pulled Peaches, Amber, Candi and Dawn out from the group. “I think our hosts should go first.” No one disagreed.

Daphne took Dawn in hand. As they progressed down the sheet of spikes Dawn’s fingers clutched Daphne’s tighter and tighter. Before letting Dawn step off the end of the spiked ordeal, Daphne said, “Lay on your back.”

Dawn did as instructed, a grimace on her face from the penetrating spikes. Daphne accepted a riding crop from a Dom and even though Dawn’s nipples and clit were freshly pierced, she didn’t hesitate to gradually raise havoc on Dawn’s thighs and stomach. Dawn arched her body to show Daphne her acceptance of the riding crop. Within minutes Dawn groaned with pleasure, twisting her butt and back against the spikes. While Daphne wanted to draw out Dawn’s pleasure, reluctantly she stopped so others would have time on the mat.

Yvette, with Peaches on all fours, came next. Peaches’ nipple rings barely missed the spikes. The sting from all the spikes against her hands and knees shot through Peaches’ body just like the piercing needle, but there was no relief. The sting persisted before intensifying.  By the time she was led off Peaches had all she could do to hold back tears.

Amber stood beside Candi, their toes touching the edge of plastic. Amber took a deep breath, Candi swallowed hard. Samantha gathered their leashes and walked them to the center of the pathway. “Down,” she commanded. Both dropped to their hands and knees. The bite of the spikes shot through both bodies. Amber desperately wanted to lift her hands but knew she didn’t dare. Candi tried unsuccessfully to keep from adjusting her knees to get relief. An involuntary shift betrayed her. Samantha spanked her butt making the spikes dig deeper into Candi’s already irritated skin. Finally Samantha led both slaves to relief on the smooth concrete.

Off to the side Charles, Larry and Tom longed to participate. Standing near by, Daphne sensed their desire. She gathered Amber, Peaches and Dawn. “You’re going to please our craftsmen,” she said.

One by one guests were parading over the spikes. At an opening in the steady stream Daphne held up her hand to stop the process. “Our artisans have provided equipment for our mutual enjoyment. Let’s make way for them to have the pleasure of this marvelous toy.”

Bodies stepped back to make way for the men. Charles with Dawn went first. Thrilled with the influence he had over Dawn, Charles savored every second of taking her over the spikes. He started with Dawn on all fours then transitioned to her up on her feet. He felt the intensity of her sexual excitement through her hand.

Larry chose Amber who he was sexually attracted to. He wondered what it would feel like to fuck her on the matt. He laid her down across the plastic so his knees and hands touched the concrete. The spikes scraped Amber’s back and butt as Larry’s hard cock thrust into her pussy. He reached an orgasm quickly. Upon lifting Amber up, Larry stroked the bright red marks on her back. His cock, still hard, pulsed with desire so Larry took Amber to the massage table where he fucked her from behind.

With a wide metal belt Tom had designed, but never thought he would get to use, locked onto Peaches’ waist he stepped up to the strip. Many fingers pointed to the belt. “Pretend this is a runway,” Tom whispered into Peaches’ ear. “Show my belt for all to see.”

Peaches smiled knowingly. She lifted her arms from her body so the belt could be fully viewed. As she strutted down the spikes she stopped, turned, stopped again to fully expose the exquisite features of the belt. Discomfort of the spikes no longer existed. On the third pass Peaches thrust out her left hip, struck a model’s pose, continued on, thrust out her right hip, struck a model’s pose and concluded with a curtsy. Tom had picked her; she hoped she had made him proud. Tom pulled Peaches off the runway into an ardent French kiss.

By the time the last feet crossed the spiked matt, numerous partygoers were sound asleep in sleeping bags placed throughout the house. Charles, Tom and Larry were kept busy taking orders for their equipment. Of course the house had to be cleaned up and breakfast made, so only the guests enjoyed sleep.

Naughty Pussies

                                                by slavegirl

    Chapter V

Two Plus Two Equals Three

The success of their first party in the renovated Victorian house was celebrated at dinner Sunday night. Since Charles, Tom and Larry had provided innovative B&D equipment, they were invited to join the festivities. The men left for a couple hours and returned showered, shaved and carrying a case of champagne. For the occasion Samantha prepared spiced duck with pears and lemon tarts.

At the appointed hour everyone gathered at the table: Peaches on a leash held by Charles, Dawn, with hands cuffed behind her back, stood beside Larry, Amber on her knees next to Tom. Daphne and Yvette took seats at either end of the table with Samantha beside Daphne. Candi poured champagne in flutes at each place setting and in Peaches’ bowl on the floor.

Samantha raised her glass. “To us. May we host many more very successful parties.”

“Here, here,” came the response from around the table.

Yvette stood up. “Last night was truly memorable for me because Mistress Key asked me to consider becoming a professional Dom.” All eyes were on Yvette. “I have asked Daphne how such a change would affect the finances of the house.” Yvette looked to Daphne.

Daphne stood up. “I advised Yvette that it would be financially prudent for her to continue her management position at the bookstore while working part time as a professional Dom. This would provide the opportunity we know she wants while protecting our interests if things don’t work out for her financially.”

“I have agreed with that evaluation and told Mistress Key I would start next weekend on a part time basis.”

The room erupted in applause.

At the end of the meal and cleanup, fatigue was evident on every face. A good night’s sleep would keep everyone’s energy high for work Monday.

The morning dawned bright and cheerful. After a breakfast of oatmeal, Samantha handed out lunches and assigned Peaches the task of sanitizing every piece of play equipment. Yvette dropped the women off at their work places then headed to the bookstore. The first of her five member staff waited for her to unlock the door. She gave out assignments before retreating to her office to prepare book orders.

Later in the day, Jason, one of her staff tapped on the door jam. “There is a young lady at the register inquiring about books called The Beauty Series. Since we don’t stock these titles she asked if we could order them for her.”

Yvette walked assuredly to the front of the bookstore. “This is our manager, she can help you,” Jason said.

When Yvette arrived at the counter she was astonished by the sight of the impeccably dressed slender blonde with French nails, bright red lipstick, and bold green eye shadow. Her skinny black leather pants topped with a metallic blue lace halter had surely been meticulously  tailored to so perfectly fit her body. Perfectly? No. Sensually showing off her curves would be the better way to describe this lovely creature's outfit.

“How can I help you?” Yvette asked.

“I need books of The Beauty Series for a research paper I’m writing for my Women’s Study class.”

Yvette retrieved an order form from under the counter. “Please fill this out. We can have the books for you in two days.”

Yvette summoned all her willpower to keep from staring at the girl. She was an exact copy of Dawn. The only difference Yvette could discern between this young woman and Dawn was the hairstyle, two braided pigtails that rested on two perky breasts. Yvette waited while the order was completed.

“Should I pay in advance?” Danielle Graham asked.

Yvette looked up the books on the computer. “Thirty-two dollars sixty-two cents for the set,” she said.

Danielle provided her credit card and signed the receipt.

Yvette watched as Danielle sauntered out the front door. She could be Dawn only her name was Danielle Graham. Yvette immediately ordered the books. She thought about calling Daphne but decided to wait. The rest of the afternoon moved at a snail’s pace. She couldn’t clear the vision of Danielle Graham from her mind. Finally at fifteen past five Yvette closed the bookstore and drove to pick up Daphne and Dawn. As much as she wanted to bring up her interaction with Danielle Graham she stayed quiet. Amber and Candi were waiting when she pulled up at each of their work places.

Immediately upon arrival at the house Yvette gathered Samantha and Daphne into the library. Yvette twisted her hands as she paced the floor. “Today,” she hesitated. “Today I ordered The Beauty Series for a young woman who looks exactly like Dawn.”

“For real?” Samantha asked.

Daphne’s face turned white. Her hands shook. “Dawn and I have always felt a part of us was missing.”

“How so?” Samantha asked.

“Well.” Daphne took a deep breath. “Our single mother was not capable either financially or emotionally of raising us. Dawn and I went to live with our grandparents. I vaguely remember another sister who was given up for adoption.” She started to cry.

“I’ll get Dawn,” Samantha said, quickly leaving the library.

When Dawn came in she took her place on her knees on the floor. “Please, sit in the chair next to Daphne,” Yvette said.

Confused, Dawn did as she was told. When she saw Daphne’s tears she immediately reached out to comfort her twin sister.

In a whisper Daphne said, “Today Yvette met a young woman who could be our sister. She looks exactly like you.”

Dawn shook her head. “No. No. No. That’s impossible.”

“Calm down Dawn,” Samantha said. “We don’t have enough facts to draw any conclusion yet.”

Dawn’s body went limp. “Daphne and I always felt something was missing in our lives. I vaguely remember a sister who didn’t live with us.”

“Danielle Graham, that’s the young woman’s name, will come back to the bookstore Thursday to pick up the books,” Yvette said.

“That’s such a long time to wait,” Daphne said. She stood up and scanned the library shelves for the three volumes of The Beauty Series. “Here. Call her and tell her you got the books early. She can pick them up tomorrow afternoon.”

Samantha and Yvette looked at each other. “Okay,” Yvette said. “Let’s plan for the two of you to take the day off work so you can be at the bookstore when Danielle comes in.”

“Great idea,” Daphne said.

“I’m afraid,” Dawn said.

Silence prevailed while Yvette called Danielle Graham from her cell phone. She gave a thumbs up when the phone was answered on the first ring. After introducing herself she told Danielle that she had been able to obtain The Beauty Series sooner than expected and they could be picked up tomorrow. Danielle arranged to come in around three the next afternoon, after her Women’s Study class.

During dinner of soup with corn bread animated discussion about Dawn’s identical twin sister extended late into the night. Since Daphne and Dawn didn’t need to arrive at the bookstore until after lunch they spent the morning preparing for this unexpected event. Daphne dressed in a navy blue pencil skirt, white silk blouse and red stilettos. She consciously chose not to wear underwear. Since Yvette had mentioned that Danielle’s hair had been in pigtails, Daphne braided Dawn’s hair in the same fashion.  Dawn, also without underwear, wore a green plaid mini dress, low cut to show off her breasts, with emerald green suede platforms. Before leaving the house Daphne locked the pink leather collar around Dawn’s neck.

The sisters arrived at the bookstore early. Yvette took them to her office. There, Danielle Graham sat scanning the pages of the first book of The Beauty Series. For a reason she couldn’t explain Danielle had cut class and chosen to wear her favorite green plaid mini dress, low cut to show off her breasts, along with emerald green suede platforms. For the first time in her life she wore no underwear. She looked up when the door opened. Her jaw dropped open at the sight of Dawn. Immediately Danielle jumped up and ran to embrace Dawn.

“I never doubted I would find you,” she cried.

Yvette separated the sisters. “Danielle meet your identical twin, Dawn.”

“And Daphne is our fraternal twin,” Dawn added.

Tears ran down Danielle’s face. “Oh my gosh. We’re triplets.”

“Yes,” Daphne said. “How long have you sensed you were incomplete?”

“My whole life.”

“Us too,” Dawn said.

Daphne suggested they retreat to the Victorian house for more intimate conversation. Yvette had already called Samantha to alert her to Danielle’s early arrival. Samantha contacted both Candi and Amber and arranged to bring them back to the house to handle the emergency. For this reunion Samantha planned filet mignon, Waldorf salad with baked potato and cherry cheesecake for desert.

Peaches, naked except for her pink collar, was positioned in the driveway to open the van door when Yvette arrived. Dressed in her black leather jumpsuit, Samantha stationed Candi on her left shoulder and Amber on her right with leashes hanging from the rings on their collars, to wait in the front doorway. Daphne and Dawn trembled with happiness as they introduced Danielle to their housemates.

Unable to contain herself despite the possibility of punishment, Peaches blurted out, “Have you always had that black beauty mark on your cheek?”

Yvette gave Peaches a look of disapproval. “You don’t have permission to speak.” She raised her hand to strike Peaches but the startled look in Danielle’s eyes stopped her.

Standing in the living room, Danielle looked from one woman to the next before realizing each had identical beauty marks on their right cheek. “I got tattooed three weeks ago,” she said.

A collective gasp sprang from the women of the Victorian house. “That’s when we had ours tattooed,” Daphne said.

“Come, sit down,” Yvette motioned Danielle to the couch.

Dawn dropped to her knees beside Daphne’s chair. Amber did the same next to Yvette while Candi knelt by Samantha. Peaches walked to the kitchen. She returned carrying a tray arrayed with assorted fruit. She filled glasses with green tea over ice.

Danielle stared at the naked girl. “This is a most interesting household,” she said. “Where can I get a pink collar?”

“Before we go any further,” Samantha said, “What would wearing the collar mean to you?”

Danielle stood up from the couch and stepped over to kneel next to Daphne. “I would be quite pleased to share the same relationship Dawn has with Daphne.”

Yvette removed Peaches’ collar and Daphne locked it on Danielle. Yvette immediately retrieved a wide black leather collar trimmed in red from her handbag. “I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to use this. Your talking without permission just now provided the perfect situation.” She locked the leather collar on Peaches.

Peaches bowed her head. “Thank you Mistress.” She curtseyed.

“We run a tight household,” Samantha said. “Each person contributes. Tell us about yourself.”

Danielle, not being sure of the proper protocol, looked to Daphne for permission to speak. Daphne nodded approval.

“In three weeks I graduate with a degree in computer science. Right now I live off campus with three roommates but would much prefer to be here with all of you.”

“Do you have any outstanding student loans?” Daphne asked.

“No. I have a full scholarship and I design websites for spending money.”

“We own this house,” Daphne continued. “All money is turned over to support the operation. Would you be willing to conform?”

“Absolutely.”

Yvette said, “You’re very eager for someone who knows nothing about us.”

“Oh, but I do feel that I know Dawn intimately and I feel completely comfortable with the rest of you, especially Daphne.”

“We can offer a three week trial. If it doesn’t work out by graduation, you could move on,” Samantha said.

“Before you make a decision you should see the house,” Yvette said. “While Candi and Amber help with dinner preparation, Daphne, Dawn and I will take you on a tour.”

Ascending the stairs Danielle felt anxiety mixed with pleasure. She started to count the stairs to keep her mind calm but couldn’t get past three. Once in the attic Daphne, Yvette and Dawn stood aside to observe Danielle’s reaction. She crept up to the display of whips. Her fingers wanted to stroke the soft leather but she hesitated.

“Go ahead,” Yvette said.

Moving from one whip to the next Danielle wondered what the strands would feel like against her skin. Dawn removed her dress. Danielle did the same. Daphne took her to the cross. Yvette strapped her wrists and ankles into the cuffs on the front side with her back exposed. Dawn was strapped to the backside, facing Danielle. The twins kissed long and passionate. Gently Daphne began whipping Danielle’s back while Yvette struck Dawn. Startled by the surprise of the first sting, Danielle cried out. As the strokes continued, spasms of pleasure coursed through her body. She floated. She swirled. She trembled. She climaxed. Dawn kissed her again and for the first time in her life Danielle knew she was indeed home. She was with her sisters, she would never change this; she was complete.

Released from her restraints Danielle collapsed on the floor. Daphne held her in her arms. Dawn kneeled beside her stroking her hair and kissing her cheeks. As she regained her composure Danielle looked from the metal belts on the wall to the horse to the hanks of rope. She smiled.

“There will be plenty of time to experience our toys,” Daphne said. “Right now we’ll show you the bedrooms.”

With Dawn leading the way, the women descended the stairs to the second floor. Daphne explained that Samantha, Yvette and herself occupied private rooms with queen size beds while Amber and Peaches shared a room with twin beds. Dawn opened the door to the room she shared with Candi. “You would sleep in here with us,” she said. “Each bedroom has a private bath.”

Danielle looked puzzled. There were only two twin beds. “We have a cot in the garage we will set up here for your trial period.” Daphne pointed to the empty space opposite the closets. Like the rest of the house this room was clean and organized. Nothing like the jumbled place Danielle now lived in off campus. She noticed the stocks on the beds but said nothing.

“Come see the basement,” Yvette said.

There, gagged and strapped in the discipline chair with chains running from her pierced nipples to her pierced clit, Peaches greeted Danielle with a twinkle in her eyes. Slack jawed, Danielle stared at the helpless girl.

Now naked, Amber entered the basement. She waited for permission to speak. When granted she said, “Dinner is ready.”

Yvette released Peaches. Each member of the household assembled in the dining room to stand beside her chair leaving the one between Daphne and Dawn for Danielle. From the head of the table Samantha motioned for them to sit. Peaches poured wine in the goblets. Daphne raised her glass. “To our new housemate.” Danielle blushed as she accepted the welcome. Peaches served the food. When all plates were full, Samantha dropped meat and potatoes in the bowl on the floor. Peaches, on hands and knees, joined the others for the evening meal.

While nibbling sweet cherry cheesecake Danielle longed to ask questions but hesitated. She didn’t want to act inappropriately. Finally Daphne spoke. “What possessions do you have?”

“Clothes, three computers, about twenty books and two sewing machines.”

"Sewing machines? I thought you were a computer major," Daphne said.

"My adopted mother earned her living as a professional seamstress. She trained me in all aspects of making clothes in case I needed a backup way to support myself. I took two of her machines to college. One does fancy stitching and embroidery from a computer program, the other sews everything from leather to silk."

"You made the leather pants and blouse you wore to the bookstore?" Yvette asked.

"Yes."

Samantha interrupted the conversation. “What classes do you have tomorrow?”

“None. It’s an open day when I catch up on things.”

Daphne looked at her watch. “Very well. We have several hours before bedtime. Amber, you’ll set up the cot in Dawn and Candi’s room. Peaches will take care of cleaning up the kitchen.” She looked to Samantha. “Would you please look into organizing the library to accommodate Danielle’s computers? I'm not sure where to put the sewing machines.”

Samantha thought a moment. “That small room at the back of the second floor between Daphne and my bedrooms could be made into a sewing room. We'll have both the  library and sewing room ready for your return." 

Dawn nodded her head. “Very good. Yvette, Dawn, Candi and I will take Danielle to her house to gather her belongings.”

Danielle gasped with surprise. Things were happening so fast. Dressed in denim shorts and provocative yellow tees, she and Dawn climbed into the van. Danielle provided directions. No one was home at the two-story Craftsman style house when the women arrived. Danielle showed Daphne to her room where she quickly unplugged her computers and sewing machines while Dawn packed her clothes and Yvette carried books to the van. The efficiency amazed Danielle. Her room, including the sewing supply boxes and tables, was emptied in less than an hour.

One of Danielle’s roommates walked in as the mannequin was being wheeled out the door. “What’s going on?” she asked. When she saw Dawn she stepped back. She looked from one sister to the other. “You’re Danielle, right?” she asked, confused.

“She’s Danielle. I’m Dawn and this is our sister Daphne.”

“This is unbelievable.”

“Believe,” Danielle said. “I’m moving in with my sisters.” She looked to Yvette. “This is Yvette. I met my sisters through her. It’s an amazing story I’ll explain later. Right now we have to get my stuff moved.” She waved goodbye as the van started up. Her roommate stood wide-eyed saying nothing.

Back at the house Peaches and Amber helped unload. Room had been made in the closet for Danielle’s clothes and the cot was assembled. Samantha directed the crew to the library where Dawn and Danielle had organized the books on vacant shelves. Computer equipment sat in the corner next to a wooden table with Danielle’s chair. Yvette called Charles. He was free to come to the house the next afternoon. The sewing machines were set on a folding table in the small upstairs room and the boxes of supplies stacked against the adjacent wall.

“You can assemble your computers and sewing machines tomorrow,” Samantha said. “Right now we all need a good night’s sleep for work tomorrow."

Danielle snuggled under the covers of her cot. Her exhausted body immediately relaxed into a deep sleep. Dawn stared at the ceiling. All kinds of possibilities presented themselves. Several hours later Dawn turned on her side so she could keep watch over her sister. Her eyes felt heavy. Some time past midnight Danielle woke up. She crept into bed with Dawn. Clasped in a tight embrace the sisters fell sound asleep. 

   Bing. Bing. Bing. The wake up call sounded. Candi and Dawn rolled out of bed to prepare for work. With all that had happened, Danielle would have willingly slept till noon, but she realized that would be inappropriate. She dressed in denim shorts and tee before joining the household in the kitchen for breakfast. Banana nut pancakes sizzled on the grill. Each woman filled her plate with pancakes and bacon, poured orange juice and coffee then joined the others. The pancakes left a lingering tangy flavor on the tongue, the bacon was crisp. Danielle looked around for Peaches but couldn’t find her.

When Samantha handed out lunches of yogurt and cucumber soup, marinated mushrooms with slices of cherry cheesecake, Danielle wanted one. “You’ll get yours at lunchtime,” Samantha said. Danielle still couldn’t find Peaches after the others left for work. She busied herself in the Library assembling her computers. She lost track of time. When a man walked up behind her she was startled.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I’m Charles.”

“I’m Danielle.” She extended her hand.

“Yvette was right, you look exactly like Dawn.” He paused. “You are Danielle, right?”

“Right.” Danielle smiled.

“Samantha says lunch is ready.”

Charles took Danielle by the hand and together they walked to the kitchen. Peaches was already there, serving the soup. Samantha didn’t like the way she ladled the liquid into Charles’ bowl and spanked her bottom until red. Danielle watched in amazement.

“Now do it right,” Samantha ordered.

To please her Mistress, Peaches proceeded as instructed.

“I have enough wood on the truck to complete the cot,” Charles said. “For the desk unit, I’ll have to buy some additional materials in order to match the wood in the library. Since I've never seen the sewing room I'm not sure what will be needed.”

The creamy cucumber soup tasted of basil with oregano. Danielle couldn’t imagine eating like this every day let alone every meal. Gourmet. Delicious. Nutritious. And, best of all, prepared by someone else. Lost in her thoughts Danielle didn’t hear Samantha’s question. She felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Samantha asked.

“Oh yes, quite alright. Everything is so new in this most unusual world.

Samantha repeated her original question. “Is there anything you need to set up your computers?”

“They are up and working. My ex roommates have been calling my cell phone but I’ve let it go to voicemail. I don’t know how to explain my present situation to them.”

After lunch Charles measured for the workstation in the Library. He consulted with Samantha. “I could construct two adjacent independent shelf sections that would roll forward and then slide apart in opposite directions.” He sketched his idea. Samantha nodded agreement. “Two of the lower doors would open providing a retracting work table with computers and associated equipment in place along with a seat which would swivel out from below the table.”

“Ah ha. And when not in use, everything could be the recessed and completely hidden.”

“Exactly,” Charles agreed.

In an effort to listen without being noticed, Danielle busied herself finishing a web site. Realizing the workstations were being made exclusively for her was quite astonishing. She’d only been in the house one night and she was getting her own custom-made workspace. Charles disappeared with Samantha to the sewing room and Danielle became engrossed in her work.

Writing the Women’s Studies paper became an impossible task; her mind was filled with the overwhelming joy of being reunited with her sisters. Her search for her missing entity had not prepared her for being a triplet. So much joy to behold. Then the house buzzed with activity. Everyone arrived home from work. Dawn, nude, hugged Danielle tight.

“Should I take my clothes off, too?” she asked.

“Yes,” Daphne said from the door.

The sisters retreated to Dawn’s bedroom where Danielle stripped down to only the pink collar. She stepped into a pair of white platform shoes. Fear gripped her. The cot was gone.

“What happened to Danielle’s bed?” Dawn asked.

“The cot is in the basement for Peaches; Candi has been moved in with Amber,” Daphne explained. “The second bed is Danielle’s.”

A statuesque woman Danielle didn’t recognize appeared in the doorway. She stood mesmerized. There was no discernable difference between Dawn and Danielle except for the piercings she herself had installed in Dawn.

“Mistress Rose, do come in,” Daphne said. “Meet Danielle.”

Automatically, without being prompted, Danielle curtsied.

Daphne rotated Danielle for Mistress Rose to see her entire body.

“Nipples and clit?” Mistress Rose asked.

Daphne smiled. “Yes, just like Dawn.”

The room filled with members of the house including Charles. Danielle was laid on one of the twin beds. Charles put her hands and feet through the stocks. Danielle’s body quivered. Sweat formed on her forehead. puppy, Mistress Rose’s submissive, opened her piercing bag and held the black leather case for Mistress Rose to choose her implements. Dawn held Danielle’s left hand, Daphne her right. Danielle closed her eyes. Her nipples and clit stung. Applause filled her ears. She opened her eyes. Charles released her from the stocks. She sat up.

“Thank you Mistress Rose,” Danielle said.

“A pleasure. My first perfectly matched set.”

One by one members of the house admired Danielle’s new jewelry. Peaches was the only person who didn’t come forward. Then Danielle noticed the apple stuffed deep in her mouth and the look of anguish in her eyes. Head down, Peaches followed Samantha to the kitchen. As guest of honor Mistress Rose sat at the head of the table, puppy was on his knees beside her chair.

A hush filled the dining room when Peaches, along with Amber, entered from the kitchen carrying platters of salmon steaks. Both held apples between their teeth. They avoided the eyes of everyone at the table and returned to the kitchen for bowls of Greek salad. After wine had been

poured, Samantha entered with Amber and Peaches on either arm. She dinged her goblet with her spoon.

“Over the last week food had been pilfered from the refrigerator. This morning I found three aluminum foil packages under Amber’s pillow. Two empty, one full.”

A collective gasp hovered over the table.

“We know that Yvette has had Amber on a strict slim-down diet that has shown wonderful results. Unfortunately, Peaches took it upon herself to sneak food to Amber. Therefore, I have transferred the cot to the basement where Peaches will sleep until further notice. Candi is moving in with Amber. Dawn and Danielle will now share that room.” Samantha sat down.

Yvette stood. “I am extremely disappointed in the behavior of the two submissives I brought into this household. Separating them is a first step. For the foreseeable future Peaches will be restricted to a light lunch only. All other times she will be securely gagged.” Yvette paused before accepting a length of chain from Mistress Rose. She motioned for Amber to come to her. Standing like a statue, Amber allowed Yvette to fasten a length of chain around her waist. The very tight links dug deeply into her skin. “This will remind you to watch your food intake from now on.”

Next Daphne took the floor. “This dinner was to be a celebration of Danielle’s joining our household and being pierced exactly like Dawn. Instead we’ve been informed of behavior we all know is unacceptable.” Peaches and Amber flinched. “Therefore, I am going to subject both Amber and Peaches to a nightly whipping as discipline to remind them to behave properly the following day.” Daphne looked around the table. “Any objections?”

No one responded.

Danielle wasn’t sure what to make of the punishment to be inflicted on Amber and Peaches, except she realized she did not want to be the subject of disciplinary action. She would query Dawn regarding proper behavior. Candi was assigned kitchen clean up. Everyone else retreated to the attic. Daphne strung Amber and Peaches up so their toes barely touched the attic floor. Daphne positioned Dawn and Danielle so that they could see and hear the whipping. “Learn from this.” Daphne said.

Yvette, Mistress Rose, Samantha and Daphne removed whips from the wall. They began laying the leather strands into every available spec of skin. Amber’s breasts turned red first then Peaches’ butt. As hard as the whips hit they didn’t dare cry out. What would happen if they dropped their apples was not to even be considered. Deep red marks appeared on their caves provided by a single tail in Samantha’s capable hand. The cuts, five on each of their butts, came courtesy of Mistress Rose’s cane.

Well into the whipping Candi came into the attic with glasses of Anisette on a tray. She set the refreshment on the side table and took her place beside Dawn and Danielle. She wanted to gasp at the sight of two lobster-red bodies but refrained. Finally, Daphne called a halt. She walked up to Peaches, “You will clean the whips and the floor tomorrow. Understood?”

With tears in her eyes, Peaches nodded yes.

Daphne let the two down. “Take them to their rooms,” she said to Dawn.

Charles had been quietly watching from the corner. He was amazed how intense the discipline had been. He didn’t expect that either Amber or Peaches would be able to sit comfortably tomorrow, if at all. Of course, stealing was absolutely prohibited. He certainly didn’t want to fall out of favor with the women of this house.

“On second thought,” Daphne looked to Charles. “Would you like to fuck Peaches?” She pointed to his bulge.

“Yes, I’d be please to assist.”

“Take her. Front or back, your choice,” Daphne said as she handed Peaches over to Charles. Peaches was shocked to the core when Daphne offered for Charles to fuck her in the ass. Daphne knew anal sex was extremely uncomfortable for her and deliberately suggested it to Charles as a continuation of her punishment.

The Dominants settled on the leather couch to sip their Anisette. Getting Amber to her room required Dawn and Danielle to drape her arms over their shoulders and for Candi to open the doors for a smooth trip. Once in her bed Amber started to cry, muffled by the apple. Her entire body stung from the whipping. Even the bottoms of her feet hurt. Eating the extra food had certainly not been worth the cost. And she was to get a whipping every night until Daphne decided she had been appropriately punished. Amber silently promised herself she would be oh so very good as a demonstration of her desire to please the entire household. Candi pulled a sheet over Amber and eased herself into bed. She covered her ears with her pillow to tune out the sobs.

Dawn and Danielle went to their bedroom thinking only of minding all the house rules no matter how difficult. Dawn and Danielle pushed their beds together. “Are you sorry you came to this house?” Dawn asked hesitantly.

“No,” Danielle immediately responded. “Rules are rules, no matter what the situation.” She hesitated, “Only the discipline is something I still need to wrap my head around.”

“Stealing is so against our house rules. And food. Samantha makes the most delicious meals. There really is no need to do what Peaches did.”

The sisters snuggled together under the comforter. “I don’t know if I could survive a whipping like that,” Danielle said.

“You do what you have to do,” Dawn said. “Of course, the best whipping is for pleasure, not discipline.”

“Do you think Daphne would whip us like that if we broke the rules?”

“Yes, there is no question about that. But the rules are all fair, equally applied, and part of who we all are. Why would any of us want to break them?”

Over several hours Dawn shared the history of the house and its occupants with Danielle.

“Have you ever wanted your tongue pierced?” Danielle asked.

“Oh yes. It would provide Daphne added pleasure when I service her, but she hasn’t given permission yet.”

Daphne entered the bedroom to check on her sisters. “Looks like you’re getting settled in, Danielle. Any questions?”

“Could Dawn and I get our tongues pierced like Peaches?” Danielle blurted out even though she felt Dawn’s body go tense.

Daphne shook her head. “Let’s wait until your trial period ends.” She kissed her sisters goodnight before retiring to her own bedroom.

Within minutes Dawn and Danielle contently drifted into a pleasant sleep in each other’s arms.

In the basement Peaches fell onto her back on the cot. She let out a scream at the pain that was muted by the apple still in her mouth. Charles stuffed his cock into her pussy and pounded against her groin. He relished the redness of her flesh.

After the intensity of her whipping, Peaches felt relief at having Charles' cock in her pussy. However, the raking of her body against the cot intensified the fire she felt in both her back and tender butt. As Charles increased the viciousness of his thrusting, Peaches started whimpering in a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

He slapped her face to stop the sobbing. The apple jarred loose. Charles picked it up from the floor. After promptly jamming the apple deeper into her mouth, he turned Peaches over and started to fuck her ass. His cock felt like a red hot poker being shoved up her hole. Charles was relentless. His force along with her suffering encouraged Charles to drive harder and deeper into Peaches' ass.

Constant intense pain penetrated her body, as an evil smile developed on Charles face. "Damn, I think I could like this," he blurted out. The thrill of continuing the torture excited him and his orgasm exploded in her. He removed his cock and pried the apple out of her mouth. In a stern voice Charles demanded that Peaches clean his cock with her mouth. Much to her own surprise she eagerly complied. Since she was to have a gag at all times Charles pushed the apple back in Peaches mouth deeper than before.

Charles placed Peaches in the stocks and left her with, “And make sure the apple stays there ‘til morning!” Soon her jaw was in agony. While the stabbing pain felt unbearable, Peaches knew the ramifications of having the apple fall out would be insufferable. She willed herself to sleep.

The next morning Charles arrived at the home supply store when it opened at six. He purchased the wood he needed for Danielle’s desk and hurried to the house hoping to get there before the women left for work to see how Amber was doing. Unfortunately there was a multi-car accident that slowed traffic to a crawl. When he pulled up to the Victorian house both vans were gone. He walked to the side door and knocked. No answer. He tried the knob. The door opened. Charles poured himself a cup of coffee then strode up to the attic where Peaches busied herself cleaning the whips. A ball gag had been inserted in her mouth to replace the apple. Charles waved hello before returning to his truck for the wood.

After transporting all the necessary tools and supplies to the library, Charles removed the books from the shelves to ensure ease of construction. The third shelf from the floor felt loose. Charles checked to see if the screws needed tightening. When he lifted the shelf to investigate, the ledge came off in his hand to reveal a sliding door. Cautiously Charles touched the center of the entryway. Nothing. He searched for a button or knob. He had read of old houses having secret passageways. With his right hand Charles touched every inch of the panel. At the top left corner he found a buzzer. He pressed. The portal opened exposing descending stairs. With flashlight in hand Charles took one step at a time until he came to a vault like door. Pushing the latch down released the bolt. Charles stepped onto a dirt floor. The flashlight beam scanned the walls to reveal stone from floor to ceiling. Two barrels stood in the corner. Charles returned up the stairs and closed the opening. He wanted to tell someone of this find but no one except Peaches was home so he started to fabricate the desk for Danielle.

The portal kept distracting him. He decided to permanently remove the shelves that hid the entry and install them on the opposite wall. He returned all the books to their place and had begun assembling the computer desk when Samantha arrived home. She was not pleased to see bookshelves where none had been designated.

“Who changed the plans?” Samantha asked.

Charles turned swiftly. He motioned for her to come see. When he pressed the buzzer the portal opened. “WOW,” Samantha exclaimed. Charles turned on his flashlight and led her down the stairs. “I think this was either a root cellar or a wine cellar,” he said. “The heavy door probably makes this place soundproof.”

A broad smile covered Samantha’s face. “Do you realize the possibilities?”

“Absolutely.” He paused, his squared shoulders showing his pride. “A dungeon of the worst sorts. Totally contained below ground, soundproof to the extreme and most importantly, the world's best kept secret."

The two returned up the stairs. Charles showed Samantha how to close the opening. “I suggest camouflaging this door with a movable panel so that you will have instant access,” he said.

“Certainly. With books on both sides of the room there is no indication of anything but a library,” she paused. “I wonder why the inspector didn’t find this space?”

“This is a three story house. He probably had all he could do to find what was obvious. To say the least this room is unbelievably cool. In fact, I’m certain no one would ever believe it actually exists.”

Samantha looked sternly at Charles. “No one outside this house, other than you, will ever know, right?”

“Of course not,” Charles shook his head. “I have no desire to be the object of your wrath.”

A smile stretched Samantha’s lips. So we’re doing a great job of controlling things, she thought. “There are turkey sandwiches in the refrigerator for lunch. I’ve got a catering job that will take me until early evening. The girls won’t be back until late, either.” There was a mysterious look on Samantha’s face. “Yvette has a surprise for Amber.”

In the quiet house Charles lost track of time. He measured, cut and fitted Danielle’s workstation. He unexpectedly heard footsteps. Peaches stood in the doorway of the library holding a tray with a sandwich and ice tea. He motioned for her to set the food on the side table. Charles could see her breasts and back were still red from the night before. A large ball gag stretched her lips tight. She curtsied before leaving.

As Charles ate he wondered why a young woman like Peaches would deliberately and repeatedly break the rules in order to be deeply and totally dominated in this house of women.

Of course he had heard the story of her being fired from her office job for having sex with several salesmen and, he had to confess, she was a very good fuck. But still... He finished eating and proceeded with his construction.

Voices on top of footsteps sounded through the hall. Samantha brought Yvette, Daphne, Danielle, Candi and Amber into the library. Charles immediately noticed a large, heavy ring through Amber’s septum.

“Show Charles your new piercings,” Yvette commanded.

Amber stepped up to Charles. She opened her mouth to reveal a ring on the tip along with two studs further back on each side.

“She won’t be breaking house rules any time soon,” Daphne said. “Will you?” she stared at Amber.

“No Mistress,” Amber said.

“So let’s see this new space,” Yvette said.

Charles had found a light switch earlier in the day and installed fresh light bulbs in the two overhead fixtures. He switched the lights on and led the way down the stairs. When everyone was gathered Yvette took a whip from her belt.

“To the wall Amber and Peaches,” Yvette ordered. The two immediately obeyed. “Lean against the stones spread-eagled. Now we’ll find out how sound proof this room is.” She turned to Charles and Samantha. “You two go upstairs, close the door and listen for sounds.” Yvette pulled a cattle prod from her bag.

Screams of pain followed them. Yet, the instant the vault like door closed there was silence. The two ascended the stairs aware that no sounds came from below. Samantha walked through the house on the first floor, Charles checked the second. Neither heard any hint of activity in the secluded room below. They walked down to the basement. Silence. Then they descended the stairs to the new room but still heard nothing. Samantha pushed opened the heavy door.

“Thirty,” Amber yelled out. Whips were being laid into the backs of Amber and Peaches by Yvette and Daphne. Their heft was obvious by the thud they made against exposed skin.

“Louder,” Yvette yelled.

“Thirty one.”

Yvette turned to Samantha. “Well, what’s the verdict?”

“Not even a hint that this place exists,” Samantha said.

“None at all,” Charles agreed.

Samantha took the whip from Yvette and continued the whipping. Daphne relinquished her cat of nine tails to Charles. The two of them kept rotating between Peaches and Amber until they both reached a count of fifty. Limp with exhaustion the two submissives dropped to the dirt floor. While Amber and Peaches were taken to their beds and placed in the stocks a spread of assorted cheese and fruit was laid out in the dining room. Charles was so full of ideas for the new space he passed on fucking Peaches. However, his mind did smile pleasantly as he reflected on the anal fucking he gave Peaches after her punishment whipping.

The household buzzed with excitement over the hidden room. Suggestions for improvements flew across the table.

Finally, Samantha asked Charles, “What’s your opinion?”

Pleased to be consulted, Charles stood. “The stone wall is perfect for shackles. I could install eyebolts in some of the beams in the ceiling for hanging stocks, chains, and anything else that appeals to you. And I’d leave the dirt floor. It brings a certain rustic atmosphere to the area.

The sensations on bare feet will also keep the space otherworldly.”

Yvette and Daphne nodded agreement.

“When will you be able to finish the library?” Samantha asked.

“Three more days. The dungeon, if I may call it that, would be another couple days what with adding lights and drilling the stone.”

Daphne spoke up. “We know you have other jobs. Where do we fit in your schedule?”

As he considered the question, Charles drew in a deep breath. “I could be done by the end of the weekend.”

The discussion complete, cleaning the kitchen was left for Peaches the next day and the household retired to bed. Together in their bed Dawn and Danielle hugged.

“You’re shaking,” Dawn said.

“The whipping excited me while also scaring me out of my wits. I don’t know what to make of the added piercings to Amber. She didn’t have any say in the matter, did she?”

“No,” Dawn agreed.

“I’m confused because Daphne put us off for the same exact piercings.”

“Once you become a member of the house you defer everything to the Doms," Dawn explained.”

Hesitantly Danielle asked, “Can you opt out at any time?”

“Why would you want to?”

Danielle thought a moment. Everything was taken care of, even sex. There was no need to worry about finances. “I can’t think of any reason at all.”

“In three weeks you’ll graduate. Maybe you’ll see things differently by then.”

“Don’t think so. My goodness, just the thought of being separated from my sisters again devastates me. Besides, I’m getting my very own workstations. I’m completely trusted unless I deliberately prove not to be.” Danielle looked square at Dawn. “And I can assure you that’s not going to happen.”

“Peaches has always been difficult. I was surprised that Amber let herself be drawn into her web. But Yvette has had her on a pretty strict diet for a while. She shouldn’t have done this; now her diet may well be curtailed even more.”

“Will the house come to my graduation?”

“Of course.”

Dawn stroked Danielle’s hair. The two fell sound asleep in the knowledge that they were together, they were safe, and they would never be separated again.

Through the remainder of the week the house buzzed with precision. Amber was allowed to wear a retainer in her septum for work. Each evening the whipping of Amber and Peaches continued. Welts appeared on Peaches’ back. Amber stood all the time.

On Friday night the whippings stopped. For the weekend both Peaches and Amber were placed in the new stocks in the dungeon and left there. Saturday was Yvette’s first night at the Locker Room as a professional. Mistress Key had arranged for a client wanting to experience a whipping to have a session with her. Everyone from the house except Amber and Peaches attended to lend moral support. Knowing these women she shared her life with cared about her pleased Yvette. She performed with great confidence and her client scheduled another session for the following Saturday.

Danielle experienced difficulty concentrating on completing her course work. Daphne implemented discipline with the threat of a whipping if Danielle wavered. The incentive enabled Danielle to comfortably complete everything ahead of schedule. For the Friday evening graduation ceremony all members of the house attended, even Amber and Peaches. Danielle elected to go nude under her gown, proudly wearing only her pink collar and tall white platform shoes.

With diploma in hand, Danielle left with her new family. Much to her surprise they drove directly to The Locker Room. Mistress Key greeted them before escorting the group into the playroom. A banner with CONGRATULATIONS DANIELLE covered the back wall. Danielle and Dawn stripped. Champagne toasts to Danielle’s success were made then Dawn and Danielle were strapped into chairs.

Daphne raised her hand to quiet the questioning whispers. “Danielle, you have requested to become a member of The House of the Naughty Pussies. Are you ready to accept all that entails?”

“Yes Mistress,” Danielle sang.

Mistress Rose, with puppy carrying her black bag, stepped up to Danielle and Dawn. First she held out Danielle’s tongue. Then she withdrew Dawn’s. In very short order Dawn and Danielle each had a ring and two studs added to their tongues.

After showing off her new jewelry, Daphne led Danielle to the cross. She strapped her wrists and ankles so she couldn’t move. With a single tail Daphne slowly and gently began to whip Danielle’s bare back and legs. Danielle moaned with pleasure. She flung her head back, “Thank you, Mistress,” she said. “More please.”

Daphne increased both the tempo and intensity as Danielle’s endorphins took hold and Danielle reached the tumultuous crescendo of her first whipping orgasm.

Danielle knew she was home. Danielle was loved and secure.

With devilish smirks on their faces, Danielle and Dawn flicked their tongues out at each other.

“Welcome to The Naughty Pussies,” Daphne said.

End Chapter V

       Chapter VI soon

Naughty Pussies

                                                by slavegirl

    Chapter VI

In Transition

In the beginning Candi felt honored to be part of the Victorian household. She had willingly agreed to all the rules. But with Danielle’s arrival things changed dramatically. Having Amber as a roommate was proving difficult. Amber was receiving extensive attention for breaking the rules. She even had gotten her tongue pierced. Candi felt left out. Candi wanted attention too. For days Candi considered ways to become a more active member of the Naughty Pussies.

Advertisements for new fashion offerings arrived daily at the shoe store. Usually Candi scanned them quickly before discarding the mailings. Business was slow. She’d let her assistant leave early. As she stood behind the counter flipping pages of the most recent catalogue she stared at the page displaying a pair of shoes that made her heart pound. “Toe shoes,” she whispered, “Damn, this pair with the padlocks looks really hot.”

Under further investigation Candi found a subtle variation in terminology between various catalogues. The terms toe shoes and ballet boots were often used interchangeably. However, ballet boots typically had incredibly high heels that constantly held the 'boots' up en Pointe.  This seemed like a viable starting place to Candi. She ordered a black patent leather pair in size 6.

Every day for the next two weeks Candi practiced walking in her new shoes. At first she had to hold on to the desk and chair in her office to balance. Her toes burned. Her feet cramped. Her ankles ached. Standing erect required extraordinary effort and concentration. The first time she tried to walk without support she fell. Her assistant rushed to see what was wrong.

Staring at Candi on the floor in her toe shoes her assistant asked, “Are you out of your mind?”

Candi crawled to her knees, and then, with the help of the seat of the chair pulled herself up. She took a couple baby steps. “This is much more difficult that I expected.”

Her assistant shook her head in dismay before leaving the office. Yet every day Candi continued to practice more. Her dedication was rewarded. Her ankles were getting stronger. Now her thighs as well as her calves hurt. Still Candi practiced with enthusiasm. At the start of her fourth week of training Candi walked out of her office in the ballet shoes. She only steadied herself on the counter or display shelf twice as she maneuvered throughout the store.

On Monday afternoon a customer entered the boutique while her assistant worked in the back organizing inventory. Candi pranced out of her office in the ballet boots. A shocked look flashed across the woman’s face. She couldn’t help staring at Candi’s feet. After the woman left carrying two pairs of platforms, Candi knew she was ready.

At five thirty Candi locked the store. She stepped out onto the sidewalk as Yvette pulled up. Yvette quickly jumped out of the van to watch Candi cross the cement. Amber stared from the back seat. Candi heard Amber’s anguished groan through the open door. Like a ballerina, Candi danced up to the side of the van. Dawn and Daphne gave a wolf whistle when Candi took her seat.

Daphne and Yvette looked at each other. “Let the training begin,” Daphne declared.

“How long will it take to get toe shoes for the subs in the house?” Yvette asked.

Pleased she had made an instant positive impression Candi replied, “We’re all popular in-stock sizes so it shouldn’t take more than two or three days at the most.”

Danielle’s first Monday after graduation proved to be a revelation. Wearing only her pink collar and platforms she joined the other members of the Naughty Pussies for breakfast. Samantha told Peaches the tasks she was to perform. Danielle noticed that Peaches wore metal wrist and ankle cuffs, each set connected with its own short chain. She wondered how Peaches would be able to function. Yvette brought Danielle back to the present when she placed an outline for a website for The Locker Room next to her plate.

“Mistress Key thinks the time is right to expand and the Internet will provide more exposure.” Danielle read the parameters. “You have any questions, you can call her.” Yvette gave Danielle a card with Mistress Key’s private phone number. She gathered her handbag and left with Daphne, Dawn, Candi and Amber.

“I trust you’ll find your new workstation comfortable,” Samantha said with a smile.

Peaches cleared dishes from the table. Danielle wanted to take a cup of coffee to the library with her for while she worked. She took a clean cup from the cupboard and started to pour from the half full pot. Peaches frantically shook her head NO. Samantha pulled the cup and pot out of Danielle’s hands. “Food is only allowed in the kitchen and dining room, and even that is restricted to during meals,” she said.

With a curtsy, Danielle left for the library. She opened her workstation and pulled out the seat. Two plugs, one for each of her openings, had been attached to the seat. A gasp escaped Danielle’s lips. Now she understood the reason for Samantha’s smile. Gently she eased her body onto the dildos. As Danielle powered up her computers, the inserts started to vibrate sending pleasing erotic sensations through her body. She read from The Locker Room outline. One by one the sentences pushed together, blurring each letter, before swirling like tops and dancing across the page. Her body shuddered in orgasm. The pulsating stopped. Her eyes began to focus on the black lines between white spaces. Her fingers found the keyboard. Danielle transferred the words and pictures whirling through her mind onto the screen. As she worked the vibrators activated themselves sporadically. She tried to anticipate the next spasm but could not sense any rhythm or pattern to the intermittent,  random torment.

Through the library window, Danielle could see a human form out in the back yard. Peaches. Danielle watched as one after another Peaches carried twenty-pound bags of fertilizer from the side of the house to the newly tilled plot designated for a vegetable garden. Danielle marveled at the ease with which Peaches lifted the sacks despite her wrist cuffs before taking short hobbled steps across the grass and depositing the fertilizer in perfect piles over the freshly turned ground.

The vibrators started up. Danielle returned to her work. Between the orgasms and explosion of creative ideas she lost track of time. Chain raked across the wood floor. Danielle looked up to find Peaches standing at her side.

“Lunch is ready ma'am,” Peaches said.

Sitting across the table from each other Danielle and Peaches ate vegetable lasagna with a small green salad. Danielle gathered her courage. “Why do you keep breaking the rules?” she asked.

Peaches sat in silence. Danielle worried she had said the wrong thing and was about to apologize when Peaches tenderly touched her hand. “As a little girl I would repeatedly get in trouble so I could be spanked. My parents never suspected that their heavy hands hitting my young and tender butt actually felt pleasurable to me. Oh I cried and promised to behave, however it was not until they threatened to send me the state reform school that I stopped being naughty.

“After graduating from high school I started working for an insurance company filing and copying paperwork. I wanted to live away from my parents. Daphne and Samantha had rooms for rent. The four of us lived comfortably together. Dawn and I always obeyed Daphne and Samantha no matter what. ”

“Do your parents know where you are now?”

“My parents.” A tear slid down Peaches’ cheek. “Three years ago my parents died in a fire that destroyed their house.”

“I’m so sorry,” Danielle said. “My adopted parents raised me; they are in assisted living and aren’t even able to recognize me now.”

“Did you know you had two sisters?”

“I always thought something was missing, I just never knew what it was until Yvette recognized me as the mirror image of Dawn.”

“Did you enjoy being spanked as a child?”

“I don’t remember that kind of discipline. Even so, your childhood spankings must have been a lot tamer than what you are experiencing now.”

“True. Unfortunately I broke the most important house rule, I lied.”

“About what?”

“I was fired for having sex with salesmen. I didn’t admit to being dismissed until Yvette forced the truth out of me. That’s when the more severe punishments began.” Peaches thrust out her breasts with pride. “I thrive on the attention. If pain is a side affect, so much the better. It's just my own personal utopia. The best of all possible worlds. I love to please my mistresses.”

“Where did you meet Yvette, Amber and Candi?”

“At the Esquire, a bar downtown.” Peaches sipped her iced tea. “Daphne, Samantha, Dawn and me occupied the booth in the time slot just before Yvette, Amber and Candi. One Friday night they arrived ahead of schedule and joined us for drinks. Our conversation led from one thing to another. They took us to The Locker Room. Samantha and Daphne invited Yvette, Amber and Candi to move in here.”

“Why didn’t you have to find another job?”

“As you’ll see, it takes a lot to operate this house. Daphne is brilliant with finances. Samantha runs the day-to-day operations and does outside catering. Since my income was negligible, the decision was made to make me the house slave.” Peaches blushed. “I can’t imagine living any other way. I’m pleased to serve.”

Peaches looked up at the kitchen clock. “Time to get back to work.” She hugged Danielle. “You’ll make a great Naughty Pussy,” she said. “Please, don’t say anything about our conversation. I’m happy with the way things are now. I wouldn’t want anything to change.”

“It’s just between us,” Danielle said.

Peaches washed the dishes.

Danielle returned to her dildos. She couldn’t envision changing places with Peaches, but she couldn’t contemplate leaving this household either. The website for The Locker Room began to take shape. Danielle wanted to make Daphne proud. In her own way Danielle realized she was very much like Peaches – she was pleased to serve.

With Daphne’s permission, immediately upon arriving at the house after work Monday, Dawn ran into the library to get Danielle. Together they hurried to watch Candi walk through the dining room and into the living room on her toe shoes. Candi easily maneuvered up the steps, over the uneven floor and along the carpet as she demonstrated the toe shoes.

“Candi will be ordering ballet shoes for Amber, Dawn, Peaches and Danielle,” Yvette said. “They should arrive before the weekend.”

Amber let out a groan. Yvette was not pleased. “What’s your problem, Amber?”

“Your submissive has trouble walking in regular heels. Those,” she pointed to Candi’s feet, “will be impossible.”

“Then we’ll begin tonight with your training,” Yvette said. She turned to Danielle, “Any progress with the website?”

“Yes Mistress,” Danielle said. “The dildos have been extremely distracting, but also inspiring in their own twisted way.”

Daphne smiled. “Charles couldn’t resist. He has a friend who sets up burglar alarms. As a sideline he experiments with various electronic devices.”

Yvette’s cell phone rang. “Yes, I could do that,” she said. “Alright then, seven thirty.”

All eyes focused on Yvette. “Mistress Key has a new client for me. I’ll go after dinner.”

Yvette disappeared to the attic to assemble a selection of toys. After dinner she dressed in her black leathers. “Candi, put on your iridescent green hot pants and come with me. Don’t change shoes.”

Yvette and Candi arrived at The Locker Room before the client. Yvette secured her tallest posture collar with a leash attached around Candi’s neck. Then she turned Candi around to slip a leather singleglove up her arms, which she laced tight enough to make Candi’s elbows touch. A red ball gag was firmly pressed deeply into her mouth before Yvette slipped the leash over a hook mounted near the doorway.

Positioned by the front door Candi greeted the young woman with a curtsey when she arrived. With eyes big as saucers the woman scanned Candi’s body from head to toe stopping at the toe shoes. As Yvette approached, the young woman asked, “Is she yours?

“Yes.”

“She’s so helpless and vulnerable yet simultaneously wanton and sexual at the same time. Could you possibly train me to be like her?”

“Yes. It would take time and dedication on your part, but we can achieve this and even more if that is what you want.”

“I’ve never even dreamed of anyone this magnificent. I’m wet just looking at her. I’ll do whatever you wish. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it for you,” she said.

“Strip,” Yvette said. She placed a second posture collar around the client’s neck. With both submissives on leashes she led the way to the private playroom. An hour later Candi made note of the woman’s shoe size. An appointment to continue training was set for the next Monday.

As agreed, Samantha and Daphne escorted Amber to the bedroom she shared with Candi. Unsure why she was being put to bed so soon after dinner Amber felt anxious. A thin film of sweat formed on her naked body. Laying face up Amber was secured in the stocks by her hands and feet. Amber kept perfectly still. Together Samantha and Daphne placed leather straps around the instep of both of Amber’s feet from which they hung a five-pound weight on each instep. Instantly Amber’s feet stretched to resemble being in toe shoes. She could feel the tension as her shins tried to stretch to accommodate the weights. Knowing she shouldn’t complain Amber took a deep breath.

“Thank you Mistresses for helping me get ready for toe shoes.”

“We’re going to make this easy for you.” With a smile on her face Samantha strapped a small butterfly vibrator over Amber’s clit. “The vibrator has a timer that turns on for fifteen minutes every hour... Sweet dreams,” she said.

Samantha and Daphne turned off the light before joining Dawn and Danielle in the Library. The opening page of The Locker Room website displayed on the computer monitor. Daphne looked closely.

“Danielle has so many terrific ideas,” Dawn said.

“What I see so far looks good,” Daphne said.

“Oh no, not that,” Dawn said. “Ideas for torment with both pleasure and discipline.”

“We’re always open to new ideas,” Samantha said.

Dawn continued, “Well, how about a cunt licker chair. A chair where the girl's neck is locked in a cutout opening at the front with her head facing the seat. With the submissive in this position, she services any and all that are available to sit on the seat."

"It would look like this,” Danielle said as she held up her sketch.

“Charles will be here tomorrow to check on your workstation. I’ll let him know we have a new project for him to work on.”

The tapping of heels sounded on the wood floor as Yvette and Candi arrived home.

“How did the Amber project go?” Yvette asked.

“She’s in place without a complaint,” Daphne said.

Yvette looked to Candi. “This slave was a great hit. The new client wants toe shoes too. We’re getting together next week. I do believe I’ve found the perfect model to demonstrate my deviously delicious torments.” Yvette looked at Candi with a smile. Candi curtsied.

“Let’s get to bed. Tomorrow will be a full work day,” Samantha said.

Daphne followed Danielle and Dawn into their room. She secured each in the stocks on her bed then stuffed a ball gag in their luscious red mouths. She gave each of their pussies a solid spanking that had them both squirming delightfully. “Sleep well,” Daphne said as she turned and left.

Charles was aware of Danielle’s chair idea when he arrived at the house. He found Peaches down on her knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. He realized that her hands were locked behind her back and the scrub brush was tied in her mouth. Her knees were wide spread due to her ankles being crossed and tied together.

Charles observed Peaches' unusual predicament with interest. She could only creep along inch by inch. She had to push the large bucket of soapy water with her head. The water in the bucket was so low that Peaches needed to put her face into the water in order to keep the brush wet for scrubbing the floor. This was the most humiliating situation he had seen her in.  Charles decided to contribute to her torment with an additional distraction. Before going on to the Library Charles paddled Peaches’ butt with a wooden spoon. Then her moved the bucket directly in front of Peaches' before ordering her to keep her head down and her butt up. He eagerly began fucking Peaches in the ass while her head was still in the bucket. Charles was content to say the least.

In the Library, Danielle’s dildos sat quiet allowing Danielle to work creatively.

When Charles stepped up beside Danielle he saw the sketch. “That chair would be easy to make,” he startled Danielle. “How’s your workstation?”

“Wonderful.” Danielle looked up into Charles’ eyes. “The dildos are a nice touch, thank you.”

Charles turned Danielle around on her seat to face him. He grasped the rings on her nipples and pulled, then twisted. Danielle moaned with pleasure. “So you like this,” he said.

“Yes sir.”

“Stand and present.”

Not exactly sure what Charles meant, Danielle stood, placed her hands behind her head, arched her back and spread her legs. Charles flicked her nipples until Danielle let out a squeal. He took a riding crop out of his toolbox and began to lay into Danielle’s pussy. She couldn’t get enough of the crop.

“More sir, harder please,” Danielle begged.

Charles went from Danielle’s pussy to her butt to her nipples and back again with his riding crop. Danielle begged for more. Charles’ cock grew hard as his arm worked her over. He could resist no more as he pushed Danielle to the floor, unzipped his pants and fucked her hard and deep to their mutual satisfaction. After a second performance, each lay spent in the glow of the computer screen.

“You certainly are a naughty pussy,” Charles said. He picked up the sketch. “Tell Daphne I’ll have the chair by the weekend.” When he got to the door he turned with a smile, “And tell her I’ve already been very well paid.”

Danielle’s stomach growled. When she arrived at the kitchen Peaches was busy setting out turkey sandwiches for the two of them.

“Charles took my measurements for the cunt licker chair,” Peaches said.

“Oh yes, I specifically had you in mind when the idea was being formulated. After all, with your tongue piercings you are the perfect candidate to provide service to us whenever the urge is present.”

“It’s nice having you in the house during the day. Having a companion here is pleasant. Next week we’ll have Amber too. After her students graduate, she’ll be on summer vacation.”

“We’ll need to help each other with the toe shoes. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk in them.”

“I’m sure our dominants will find ways to inspire your best efforts. They’ve gotten you to obey pretty well so far. Also, Candi will provide training pointers. She looks fabulous in hers.”

Danielle checked the clock. “We have time left in the lunch hour. What would you think of checking out the dungeon?”

Peaches smiled. “I’ll clean up here and be right down.”

“No, you’ll get your ass down there right now!”

First Danielle gagged Peaches with their largest ball gag. She pushed the ball as deep as she could into Peaches mouth and tightened the strap firmly in place before clicking the lock shut on the hasp. “Well, that’s a start. Now give me your hands.” Peaches, wide eyed in fear and bewilderment, hesitantly offered her hands up to Danielle. Ropes encircled her wrists three times before they were cinched, “That will hold you for now.” Danielle tied a loop into the remainder of the rope and placed it over a hook suspended over a pulley mounted on the ceiling. With a firm hand she started to turn the winch on the wall. The hook progressively rose until Peaches was pulled up on her toes.

Danielle slowly circled her prey with an evil grin. Peaches felt paralyzed with anxiety and the certainty that pain would soon be her companion. A coarse heavy bull hide flogger was raised and indeed the pain became reality as the tails fell time after time on her back. Peaches was shocked how strongly trim little Danielle continued to simultaneously tear into both her mind and body. There was never a pause as Danielle delivered her onslaught of pain upon Peaches’ back.

Her mind calmed down as the sound of the winch permeated the dungeon. Peaches arms were lowered. She considered release a possibility. Her back would get a reprieve. Thank goodness. Certainly this was the end of her ordeal. Danielle untied the wrists, but still had the evil smile on her lips. Peaches knew the end was still in the distance, apparently there would be no light at the end of the tunnel for some time.

Danielle pulled Peaches wrists behind her and quickly tied and cinched them together, tighter than before. The rope, the fear, the clicking of the winch received Peaches’ undivided attention as her arms started rising up behind her back. Farther and farther they ascended until her shoulders rebelled with the strain. Why was Danielle doing this? What had Peaches done to wrong her? Why was her ass burning?

Danielle began to use a bundle of nettles to scourge Peaches’ butt. The impact was not as great as the flogger had been, but the nettles created a relentless stinging sensation that would last for hours. The intensity. The stinging. The impact. Overlapping into an eternity of pain and suffering. Peaches kept asking herself, ‘Why, why, why?’

Samantha returned from catering a small business luncheon downtown. Upon seeing dirty dishes in the sink and a messy kitchen, she went in search of Peaches and Danielle. There was no transportation available to them, so a search of the house was sure to bring an answer to her question: Why?

The dungeon lights were on. Samantha descended the stairs. Danielle was pounding away on Peaches’ ass with a bundle of nettles. Peaches’ back was as red as her butt. “What’s happening here?” Samantha asked.

Danielle turned to her and said, “Peaches didn’t get started on the kitchen or the lunch dishes soon enough.”

Samantha smiled. “I like how you’re taking care of the problem. Peaches has repeatedly been both reticent and reluctant in completing her duties. You are developing a special talent for teaching obedience... Carry on, but don’t ever forget you are still a submissive in this house.”

“Of course, Mistress. I would never presume otherwise.”

Samantha disappeared up the stairs.

A silence and unknown calmness pervaded the dungeon. Peaches began to feel the gentle caress of Danielle’s fingers down her back, over her butt, down the back of her legs, and then circling around to the front of her legs and traveling upwards to their intended target.

Even with her arms wrenched high behind her back, Peaches could not deny the pleasure as her body responded to Danielle’s fingertips on her clit. First it was dungeon pain, then the pain was transformed into divine pleasure. Surely this must be heaven.

As Peaches felt her arms being lowered and her knees touch the dirt floor she tried to speak but only distant murmuring resulted from behind the gag. Gradually her body collapsed onto the ground. Her wrists were untied and the gag removed.

“Why?” was all that the bewildered Peaches could say.

“Shush little one. Remember when we talked earlier in the kitchen?”

“Uh Huh”

“Well, now you have received what you needed. This is part of the future pleasure Peaches will experience while in her position as our obedient house slave. No matter how much you resist and beg for it to stop, the torment will continue. Often relentless in its onslaught, in the end the result will be what you need so much... Pleasure though your pain. The key to your erotic pleasure is now held in my hand. If you are nice enough to beg for it, I may grant you the sensuous discipline you need from time to time.

“You are in need of constant discipline, and you shall receive constant discipline. I will always find a reason to control you. To restrain you. To whip you without mercy. Or course the mercy will be there. The real mercy will be the pain and attention building relentlessly and uncontrollably until you cum for me. You will always know my reason is to drive you to sexual satisfaction without mercy. I will always find a reason to discipline Peaches even if I have to manufacture one out of thin air. You will never question my reason for your torments; you will acquiesce and accept both what I give you and the reason I choose for giving your punishments. You will do this in silence.

“We have our own private connection. I sometimes feel similar emotions within myself and through them I understand your needs for guidance, discipline, and what will become erotic pain. We will never talk of this again. A mere glance of the eye, or bow of the head is all you need to signal recognition of these actions. Do you understand?”

“Uh Huh.”

“And that is all you ever need to say to me again.”

“Uh Huh.”

“Silence! Silence and Obedience! That is all you need. Hold true to this and you will have silent rewards in return.”

Peaches bowed her head in recognition.

“Now get upstairs and clean the kitchen. Make all the dishes, silverware and counters absolutely immaculate!”

With head bowed, Peaches scampered up the stairs on her way to the kitchen. Her head was bowed, but her heart was joyous. Peaches had a new friend and a rewarding future of pain and pleasure in store for her now.

End Chapter VI

       Chapter VII in process

Chapter VII

What's Next?

On the surface the Victorian House ran smooth as silk. However, learning to wear the toe shoes created considerable internal anxiety for Amber, Danielle and Dawn. Peaches was oblivious to the possible discomfort of the shoes. Considering everything she had experienced she knew she could handle the ordeal but the cunt licking chair was a different matter. Did she have the physical stamina? How much cunt licking would she be required to do? To whom? And when?

Thursday evening Candi brought home four pairs of toe shoes. Like Christmas, she made an elaborate production of opening each cotton candy pink box and pulling out the baby doll pink tissue in the living room. Once each submissive held her new shoes Candi proceeded to give instructions. Slipping into the shoes and lacing them up was easy. Still, there were nervous wide eyed glances between the girls as Candi started to attach the locks. To their credit, none of the submissives commented as the locks were closed on the ankle straps.

Samantha held up a ring of tiny brass keys. "This master set will be kept securely in my room. Each Dom will have a key for her primary submissives."

One by one each of the submissives took her turn standing.

Peaches was chosen to go first. Her balance allowed her to walk from chair back to chair back before her ankles gave out. Danielle stood next. She helped Dawn up and together they took baby steps to get from one end of the room to the other. Breathing deeply they collapsed onto the couch. Terror filled Amber's eyes. Candi helped her up. Thanks to the nightly training her feet and ankles easily accommodated the toe shoes. Candi held her hand. Amber struggled before gaining her balance and walking uncertainly to the doorway. She clung to the door jam to relax for a moment before returning to where Candi stood by the couch.

"Dinner will be served in the dining room to celebrate," Samantha announced. "Toe shoes will be mandatory footwear during meals from now on."

Struggling, but moving without assistance, Amber, Peaches, Candi, Danielle and Dawn set the table and served shrimp with rice. Having the backs of the chairs to hold on to helped prevent spills. After dinner and with the meal cleanup completed, the toe shoes were removed.

"Not bad for a first attempt," Daphne said. "More practice and I'm sure all of you will do very well."

In bed Amber muffled her cry with her pillow. Her toes burned so much she didn't know if she could do what was being required of her. Dawn and Danielle hugged each other tight. One day at a time they reasoned. One day at a time and they would surely conquer the shoes and get their aching calves into condition.

Friday afternoon Amber, Dawn and Candi waited for Yvette at their respective places of employment. She had never been late before. What could have happened? When Yvette finally arrived for Amber her face was flushed. "I don't want to talk about it," Yvette said. Amber decided her news could wait until later.

When Yvette reached Dawn, her body was as tense as a steel rod. Dawn slid into the car ready to ask if everything was okay but Amber shook her head no so Dawn remained silent. By the time Yvette reached Candi, she was gripping the steering wheel so tight her fingernails cut into the palms of her hands. Quickly Candi got into the back seat and closed the door. She understood from the expressions on Amber and Dawn's faces that this was not a good time to speak.

Upon arrival at the Victorian House Yvette hurried Daphne into the library and closed the door. Samantha along with Danielle arrived soon thereafter.

"Something's wrong," Dawn blurted out. "Yvette seems very, very upset. She and Daphne are behind closed doors in the library."

Samantha looked around the kitchen. "Amber, you set the table. Candi, you put the meatloaf in the oven. Peaches, you prepare the mashed potatoes. And Danielle, you cut fruit for desert."

Each submissive curtsied in turn as they said, "Yes Mistress."

To keep herself occupied Samantha checked the attic floor and was pleased at the job Peaches had done to prepare for weekend play. Samantha proceeded string a rope from one side of the attic to the other before inspecting the beds for clean sheets and the bath towels for freshness. As she descended the stairs Yvette opened the library door. She motioned for Samantha to come in.

"How close are we to eating?" Daphne asked.

"Maybe fifteen minutes. Why?"

"I need to make some notes so I can complete several calculations."

"What's going on?"

"Nothing we can't handle. I don't mean to be secretive, but until I gather all the necessary facts and figures there is no use discussing the matter."

"How long do you think that will take?" Yvette asked.

"I'm hoping by Sunday afternoon to have a complete report so a decision can be made." Daphne looked down at her notes. "You two go on. I'll join you in ten minutes or so."

In the hall outside the library Yvette provided Samantha with a quick synopsis of the situation. Samantha frowned.

"We shouldn't worry," Yvette hugged Samantha. "Daphne says she has a solution."

"Well, she's worked miracles so far. I guess we'll have to wait for Sunday."

At the dinner table Yvette was her usual self. None of the doms indicated anything was wrong so the subs figured life would roll along smoothly as usual. After kitchen cleanup the Naughty Pussies were ordered to the attic. Candi wore her toe shoes up the stairs to demonstrate that maneuvering steps was certainly possible. Once over the threshold they immediately surmised what the rope was for. Amber, Danielle, Dawn and Peaches laced on their toe shoes. Samantha clicked the locks in place. Upon Candi's instruction the Naughty Pussies took hold of the rope. Samantha, Dawn and Yvette stood around the edge, training whips in hand to offer encouragement as needed. Candi led the line across the wood floor.

Slowly and with concentrated effort each submissive made the trek from one wall to the other. Half way across Amber faltered. Yvette stepped forward with whip raised. Quickly Amber regained her balance. Candi showed how to take small gliding steps slightly lifting each foot. When called upon each submissive attempted the maneuver. The first two times they were allowed to hold on to the rope. Then the rope was removed.

Dawn and Danielle easily became proficient. Peaches didn't have any problem either. But Amber fell on her first attempt without having the rope available to offer some stability. Yvette let the whip hit Amber's butt sending shock waves through her body. Candi helped Amber up. Amber took a deep breath and focused her mind on her goal of toe shoe success. With Dawn on her right and Danielle on her left for moral support, Amber took hesitant little baby steps across the attic floor. Often her arms were waving about as she struggled to maintain her balance. Candi watched closely providing suggestions on how Amber could stabilize herself. Amber paused a moment and took a deep breath before starting her trek back across the room.

This time Dawn and Danielle stayed off to the side while Amber's feet took the typical tiny little ballet steps needed to maintain both balance and femininity. Her toes burned and although awkward at times, Amber did manage a return walk across the attic floor before eagerly lurching forward at the end to grasp the bondage cross at the far wall for support.

Samantha checked her watch. "That's enough for tonight." One by one the Naughty Pussies extended her legs to hold her shoes up for removal of the locks. Each Naughty Pussy retreated to bed for a good night's sleep so each would be ready for more toe shoe training the next day.

The Victorian house stood still and quiet when Charles arrived mid day Saturday. He thought no one was home but after a moment's consideration he decided to try the doorbell. He waited. When the door finally opened, a tall and slender Candi, wearing only a pink collar and black patent toe shoes greeted him. She did a little ballet spin and asked, "Do you like?"

With stunned silence he swallowed hard to compose himself and repeatedly nodded in the affirmative. He could feel his cock responding to Candi's cute derriere and long legs perching on the toe shoes. The fact that the rather erotic shoes were locked on didn't escape Charles' attention either.

"I brought the pussy licking chair for approval."

Candi smiled her inviting smile. "We've been in the attic practicing with our toe shoes. Please get the chair and we'll go up."

The thought of all the Naught Pussies in toe shoes made Charles practically run to his truck and return quickly with the chair.

"Fabulous chair," Candi said as she turned after locking the door and led him up the stairs. Charles had never seen a beautiful girl walk in toe shoes let alone the gracefully displayed hip swing that resulted in order to maneuver on the stairs. He concentrated intently on the image in front of him, which caused him to get so excited he nearly dropped the chair.

Upon stepping into the attic Charles stopped cold. Naked except for pink collars and their locked on black patent toe shoes, a circle featuring Dawn, Peaches, Danielle and Amber simultaneously lifted their right foot then their left as if prancing. Round and round they trotted like ponies in training. A hesitation here or there was easily overlooked when compared to the immense eroticism displayed before him. Charles was at a loss for words to describe the view offered by these young nubile bodies perched upon slender provocative legs adorned with elegant toe shoes. The picture before him was stunning to say the least, but when the feminine movement and elegance was added, the panorama was indescribable. No testimony could possibly do justice to this scene.

Dawn held her head high, her back straight. With each step Peaches managed to roll her hips and exude pure wanton sexuality. Even with the difficulty of walking in toe shoes, she demonstrated why she was such a man magnet. Danielle displayed a swagger that said she was having the time of her life. Amber occasionally held Dawn's hand to maintain balance and obviously worked at keeping her body relaxed.

Sensing Charles' enjoyment and not wanting to interrupt the conditioning, Candi stood quietly next to Charles. Yvette had seen Charles enter the attic. She could have called a halt to the demonstration, instead she let the cycle continue. Yvette knew allowing this display of four Naughty Pussies in toe shoes to proceed was showing off and this knowledge made her clit tingle. When Daphne spotted Charles she whispered to Yvette and Samantha that he had arrived with the chair. The smile Charles displayed prompted the Doms to let the exhibition continue for another two circuits. There was no doubt the extended practice was beginning to take a toll on the girls.

Finally, with a sharp crack of her single tailed whip Yvette said, "Take a break."

All four submissives did a controlled collapse onto the floor. When they noticed Charles holding the pussy licking chair they waved hello.

"Come, show us what you have there," Daphne said.

Charles set the chair, tall as a bar stool, down near where the Doms sat.

Impulsively Danielle said, "WOW!"

Daphne frowned at her outburst but took no disciplinary action. "Well, since this piece of equipment was your idea, Danielle, you should be the first to inspect it."

Danielle jumped up enthusiastically. The way she strutted over to the chair gave no indication that she wore toe shoes. Lovingly she stroked the polished wood.

"Birdseye maple," Charles volunteered. "One of the rarest of woods. Notice the pattern that looks like tiny, swirling eyes interrupting the smooth flowing lines of grain."

Yvette, Daphne and Samantha joined Charles and Danielle. "How appropriate for the chair to have eyes to observe the pussy licking," Samantha said.

"Woodworkers everywhere prize this timber not only for its beauty, but also because it can be shaped easily; the finish absolutely glows while still ardently resisting scratches." Charles paused to admire his creation. "This rare and unusual wood was chosen especially to honor this equally rare and unusual house of Naughty Pussies."

Danielle took Peaches by the hand to lead her to the chair. Peaches went down on her knees and shuffled forward into the space below the seat. She slid her neck into the cutout semicircle and placed her chin on the seat. Yvette tightly bound her wrists and then her elbows together with strips of leather while Daphne and Samantha strapped her body to carved legs before closing the matching curved semicircle yoke-like piece that would trap Peaches' head in place.

Daphne helped Danielle onto the raised platform that placed her pussy exactly in line with Peaches' mouth and tongue. Slowly Peaches began to twist her tongue into and onto Danielle's exposed clit and crevices. Danielle let out a giggle, which was gradually followed by a grunt and a soft moan that soon graduated into a shriek of pleasure. Her clit stood erect. Peaches continued to stimulate her slit and alternated with letting her tongue enter Danielle's vagina to lick the juices that flowed. A shudder coursed through Danielle's body totally enveloping her emotions. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her mouth was wide open. Having an audience before her heightened Danielle's responses. The public climax was unlike any orgasm she had ever experienced. Danielle was limp with bliss as Daphne and Yvette helped her down from the chair. Danielle's only comment was, "So that's what the tongue piercing can do."

Charles realized the pussy licking chair needed a step to allow the recipient of the pleasure to easily get up and down from the seat. He spied a step stool in the corner and brought it over to the pussy licking chair.

"If we're going to continue to use this today I think the step stool will allow easy access. I'll incorporate a built in step as soon as possible."

Samantha drew Charles forward. His erect cock throbbed with desire. Samantha pulled Amber to her knees and coupled Charles with Amber who eagerly took his member in her mouth, flicking her pierced tongue the full length. Familiar with Charles' reaction to being sucked, Amber pulled and licked until Charles threw his head back while grasping Amber's pony tail, With both hands he forcefully skull fucked her by repeatedly ramming his rigid cock as deep as possible down her throat. Amber had never felt so completely used before in her life as Charles continued to thrust his rod deep and hard into her face and throat over and over again. Her senses were overwhelmed when every few strokes he would drive in deep and hold her head locked in place against his crotch. While she could still breathe, her gag reflex would respond to Charles' immense delight. The sensation was beyond his wildest dreams. Ecstatic with this new experience, his body kept driving with a relentless fervor that would not be denied. The resultant mind-blowing climax was an exquisite joy. His best ever. Charles had previously savored the feeling of forcefully taking Peaches in the ass as he brought his unknown sadistic trait to the surface. And now he found skull fucking Amber offered an additional way to be pleasured. Perverted? No, just uncovering previously undiscovered territory from within. Charles had found his true nature... and he liked it.

Yvette had been eyeing Danielle's reaction to the pussy licking chair. She allowed Peaches a short break to relax her mouth and tongue before positioning herself on the chair to be pleasured. At first Yvette had trouble allowing her body to respond to the sensations Peaches was creating. Finally, Peaches twirled her tongue and her tongue piercing in just the right place to send Yvette closer and closer to a blissful orgasm. The enchanting sensation began building to a higher and higher precipice until she finally reached the peak and threw her head back as she virtually exploded sexually. She momentarily smothered Peaches as she hugged her head with such intensity that her face was driven into Yvette's pussy so hard that she was temporarily deprived of air. Yvette threw out her hands and shouted, "Let's have a party tonight. This has to be shared with our friends. This chair is sure to be the highlight of the evening. Charles, you and Danielle should patent this, you'd make a fortune."

Peaches moaned inside with concerns over her ability to withstand on entire evening of pussy licking. Her thoughts dwelled on the dilemma of whether her mouth and tongue would give out before her elbows could no longer tolerate being continually tied tightly together. They wouldn't keep her like this all evening... would they?

Samantha and Daphne were initially surprised and not sure if Yvette was serious about a party, but upon reflection they both found themselves nodding in approval. Charles was in attendance already and with having made progress with toe shoe training the Naughty Pussies had earned an evening of play.

Yvette's cell phone started to ring as she lay recovering from her orgasm. Samantha answered for Yvette.

"Hi Mistress Rose." Samantha smiled at Yvette who was barely cognoscente. "Yes, Danielle is setting up quite a web site for the Locker Room. Mistress Key is very pleased with the presentation."

There was a pause while Mistress Rose explained she was interested in having Danielle design a web site for her full service salon.

"If you're available tonight why don't you come by, we're planning to have an impromptu party with friends, and you're at the top of the list. You can talk to Danielle about your needs and expectations before the party gets started. " Samantha listened as Mistress Rose explained that Alexis and pig were in her shop and could they come, too? "Absolutely, this is most fortuitous, we were just about to call all of you," she said. Samantha confirmed a seven o'clock arrival before closing the cell phone.

From the floor Yvette hollered, "What is that about a party?"

Daphne shrugged. "We're just following your suggestion."

"Charles is here. Mistress Rose, puppy, Alexis and pig are coming and the Naughty Pussies certainly have earned a night of play," Samantha said.

Yvette thought a moment. "How about I call my client, Justine, and see if she wants to come?"

"Go for it," Daphne and Samantha said simultaneously.

As if expecting Yvette's call, Justine answered on the first ring. Everyone in the attic waited in silence while Yvette spoke. She gave a thumbs up as she provided the address for the house of the Naughty Pussies. "She'll bring her toe shoes for training," Yvette said after she closed her cell phone.

True to form Samantha took over directing assignments for party preparation. Each Naughty Pussy completed her tasks before showering for the party. Charles retrieved his tools and wood remnants to assemble and secure the folding step that was needed in order to easily mount and dismount from the pussy licking chair. Samantha, Peaches and Amber prepared light refreshments in the form of cheese, crackers, grapes, and other miscellaneous fruit.

Yvette greeted the guests.

Immediately upon stepping over the threshold Mistress Rose stripped puppy of his leather coat to reveal only leather boots and a red anodized aluminum cock cage. On his right shoulder the recent white scar from a cutting of a rose stood out from his skin. A twisting vine fell from the fully open rose down his arm to his elbow. Alexis slipped pig's cape off. pig stood proudly exposing fresh cane marks on her thighs.

Daphne escorted Mistress Rose to the library where Danielle was seated on her computer stool. The dildos started to vibrate when Mistress Rose began explaining her web site needs. Danielle knew she needed to remain focused on the information provided and did so by rapidly typing the facts into her computer using her personal computer shorthand.

Dawn took Alexis, pig, and puppy to the dining room where goodies had been laid out.

Justine was obviously very nervous when Yvette opened the door to the Victorian house. Upon seeing Yvette she visibly relaxed. Justine had done as instructed wearing spike heels, pink collar and nude under her violet raincoat. Yvette took the raincoat before attaching a leash to Justine's collar and parading her into the dining room. The ongoing conversation stopped immediately. All eyes converged on Justine.

Yvette introduced her newest slave in training. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please meet Justine Juliet James, otherwise known as JJ."

Charles and Justine gazed at each other. A rapid connection was made in the blink of an eye.

Aware of the mutual attraction, Yvette dropped JJ's leash. "Stay," she said as she pulled Charles to the side. "After socializing, blindfold JJ and take her and Candi to the dungeon for the evening."

Charles' heart pounded in his chest. What an incredible gift he had been given. "Thank you," he managed to say.

Just as Charles returned to JJ and took her leash in hand, she gave him a demure little nervous smile before looking down and beginning to tremble in anticipation. Rose and Danielle entered the dining room. Rose stopped next to Daphne. puppy walked from the table to take his place beside Rose. She pointed her index finger to the floor. puppy immediately dropped to his knees. In the light from the overhead chandelier Daphne realized that puppy's cutting matched Roses' intricate tattoo of a fully open red rose on her right shoulder with a vine twisting down her arm to her wrist.

Since the Doms had been discussing tattoos for their submissives Daphne said, "Your tattoo perfectly matches puppy's cutting. Who did your art?"

Rose touched puppy's right shoulder. He bowed his head. "Tatianna, my new tattoo artist, created both."

"We've been considering putting extensive tattoos on Peaches and Amber this summer."

"Tatianna could prepare the art for whatever you decide." Rose accepted a small plate of fruit from Amber.

Charles looked around for something to use as a blindfold. His eyes fell on a length of white silk draped on the back of a chair at the end of the table. He led JJ over.

Having become aware that all plates were empty Samantha rang the dinner bell on the buffet to gain attention. "Shall we adjourn for play?" she said.

Charles quickly placed the silk over JJ's eyes and tied the ends behind her head. Candi helped him escort JJ to the dungeon. Within a few short minutes the dining room emptied.

In the attic Yvette immediately secured Peaches in the pussy licking chair. "May I have your attention please." Yvette raised her hand. "This is our newest toy. The brainchild of Danielle. Peaches will gladly use her tongue to produce a memorable orgasm. To those of you who sit on the pussy throne: ENJOY."

Samantha watched Alexis pull black twine through silver grommets in pig's hands and feet. Alexis draped pig over the horse so that her butt was fully exposed. She expertly tied the twine to the legs of the horse so tightly pig became taut and immobilized.

Alexis met Samantha's eye. "I'd like to experience your new toy. Would you do me the favor of adding marks on pig for her to remember this party?" She held out a cane to Samantha.

"Gladly." Samantha felt the heft of the implement.

Alexis strode over to Peaches. Before lifting herself on the seat of the pussy licking chair she removed the leather panel that covered her female parts. Peaches knew that if she could provide Alexis with a mind blowing orgasm the House of the Naughty Pussies would gain a reputation for being able to provide unmatched pleasure to anyone who crossed the threshold. She let her tongue begin to slowly explore Alexis' folds.

Even though Mistress Rose also longed to try the new toy she wanted even more to torment puppy. She pushed him onto his back over the end of the massage table. She removed his cock cage to reveal that the ring on the end of his cock had been locked to the ring in his ass. She stroked his washboard abs.

Yvette tried to divert her eyes but couldn't help but watch.

"He's been locked up for three months," Mistress Rose said proudly. She lifted the chain from around her neck and used the key to release puppy's cock. His cock lay limp against his body. Mistress put the chain with the key back over her head and proceeded to remove red, blue and white candles from her toy bag.

Amber stepped forward providing a lighter.

Over the next twenty minutes Mistress Rose dripped multi-colored max over puppy's cock and groin, down his thighs and up his stomach to his belly button. With each drop of wax his cock grew in size until it stood out from his trembling body. Mistress Rose strapped on a black dildo, turned puppy over and proceeded to fuck her slave intensely in the ass.

Relieved that no one had commented on Daphne's absence from the party, Yvette's mind went wild with possibilities.

Amber's eyes grew wide in amazement at the torture puppy loved. She arched her back then cupped her breasts and, secure in her toe shoes, stepped up to Yvette.

"Please Mistress, your slave needs to have her breasts whipped."

Yvette decided not to take time to retrieve a whip. She used her hand to torture Amber's two pierced breasts. Both nipples stood out from the reddening flesh. Amber stood firm until an orgasm gathered momentum, finally exploding and sending Amber crashing to the floor in a crumpled heap. Yvette stood over Amber dripping with sweat. What a trip the last hour had been.

Meanwhile in the dungeon Charles was taking his own wild ride. With two gorgeous submissives under his control he lost no time barking instructions. The part he liked best was putting the two beauties together then standing back and watching them kiss and fondle each other. They could do this for hours on end while Charles pleasured himself to fulfillment more times than he could count.

In the library Daphne hunkered down with her laptop and calculator. Even though she had stayed on top of the daily cash flow and made sound investments Daphne now needed to take stock of all aspects of the finances of the House of the Naughty Pussies if they were to remain solvent well into the future. Occasionally Daphne heard a squeal or a groan but she stayed focused on her task. The report she presented Sunday afternoon needed to take into consideration all of the facts as she knew them.

Just as the sun shown on the back of the Victorian house Daphne smiled to herself. Confident her plan would work she stuck her head into the hall. The house stood quiet. She tiptoed into the living room where she found assorted bodies wrapped in sleeping bags sound asleep. She made her way to her own bedroom where she covered her tired body with a soft white comforter and drifted off to sleep to dream about what could become The Empire of the Naughty Pussies.

Samantha was the first to rise. When she checked her bedside clock it was almost noon. The house stood quiet. She checked each bedroom as she moved down the hall. Everyone was still sound asleep. The night had been full of mind-blowing erotic activity. She herself could still feel Peaches' tongue on her clit even though it had been hours since her multiple organisms. Samantha crept down the stairs into the kitchen, careful not to disturb any of the sleeping bodies.

Still wearing her toe shoes and pink collar Peaches stood filling the coffee maker.

Samantha eased up behind Peaches. "Thank you for last night," she whispered in Peaches ear.

Peaches smiled knowingly and together they set about laying out cereal, fruit and cinnamon rolls.

The aroma of perking coffee floated through the house. One by one each party goer stretched then ambled to the dining room. As the caffeine did its job the room filled with chatter.

Finally Alexis raised her cup. "Here's to the House of the Naughty Pussies and the unmatched sexual pleasure the occupants provide."

"Here, here," Mistress Rose said.

"Unequivocally," Charles shouted.

There were hugs and kisses all around while everyone made endless effort to think of reasons not to leave. Finally, at three in the afternoon all the guests had packed up and gone.

Daphne turned to the members of The House of the Naughty Pussies. "I am calling a special meeting at six o'clock this evening to discuss matters of major importance to the house. This should provide ample time to organize yourselves and prepare dinner."

Each naughty pussy hesitantly looked from one to the other with confusion in her eyes.

"In the time that you have I ask each of you to consider how committed you are to The House of the Naughty Pussies. The reason for my request will become imminently clear in our meeting. Until then, no questions will be entertained."

Everyone except Amber disbursed to complete assigned chores. Amber followed Daphne into the library.

"I said there will be no further discussion until the meeting," Daphne said without facing Amber.

"Yes Mistress." Amber curtseyed. "However, I need to let you know that due to budget cuts I have been let go from my teaching position. At the end of the month I will no longer have employment."

Daphne turned on her right heel glaring at Amber. "Why didn't I know of this earlier?"

"There was no opportunity, Mistress. You were behind closed doors, then we hosted the party, then we gave our guests a terrific sendoff."

Daphne smiled. "Yes we did, didn't we."

Amber stood with her hands behind her back. "What should I do Mistress? I don't want to have to leave the house."

"Are you telling me you are one hundred percent committed to this house no matter what is required of you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Very well. I'll see you in the meeting."

Daphne walked to her desk. Amber exited the library, closing the door behind herself.

The news changed nothing. As a matter of fact this development solved a problem. Would the rest of the Naughty Pussies be as committed to the house as Amber? In a few hours Daphne would have her answer.

Bubbling over with anxiety, the Naughty Pussies checked each other's work to be sure their efforts met the high standards set by Samantha. The hours until the meeting seemed to crawl. Finally Daphne called the group to assemble in the dining room.

Peaches' heart raced. If the House of the Naughty Pussies was disbanded how would she survive? With her various body modifications who would want her?

Danielle and Dawn held hands under the table. No matter what happened they would always have each other. They would survive.

Amber stared at the bread basket and said a silent prayer. Since Daphne knew she was totally committed to The House of the Naughty Pussies she hoped she would be okay.

Sitting side by side Yvette and Samantha projected calm confidence.

Daphne took her place at the head of the table. She looked from one Naughty Pussy to the next. "I have been responsible for the finances of this house since we organized as The House of the Naughty Pussies. I hope that my report today will validate your faith in me." Daphne sipped from her water glass.

No one said a word. There was not even a sigh.

"Okay," Daphne continued. "Yvette has informed me that the owner of the bookstore she manages must sell. He is in a very difficult financial situation and cannot remain open past the end of the month. He owns the building that houses the bookstore, the coffee shop and the boutique. All are being asked to vacate so that the building can be sold before it is foreclosed. Also, Amber has lost her job. At the end of the month she will no longer be employed."

It took all of her willpower for Samantha not to respond. But like everyone else she remained silent.

"I have contacted the owner."

All eyes were on Daphne now.

"We have agreed on a price for the building. I must let him know my decision Monday morning."

A collective with of relief rose from the table.

"Yesterday I asked each of you to consider how dedicated you are to The House of the Naughty Pussies. Now I will ask you individually to state that commitment."

"Absolutely committed," Yvette said.

Samantha smiled. "No question I will do whatever it takes to keep this house together."

"I am one hundred percent at your disposal," Amber said.

A tear ran down Peaches' cheek. "This has been the greatest experience of my life. Please tell me what I need to do."

Dawn deferred to Danielle. "We would never have found each other if it had not been for Yvette. We cannot imagine any other life. Please tell us we won't have to. Anything you need from us, we will do."

The heartfelt response so moved Daphne she needed a moment to gather her thoughts. "Thank you for your unanimous vote of confidence. Here is my plan: We will pay cash for the building. Yvette will continue to manage the bookstore with Amber assigned to the day to day operation. Dawn will computerize the inventory, set up internet connection for patrons and establish a web site for the bookstore, the coffee shop Samantha will oversee and the boutique Candi and Danielle will run. We'll connect each store with arched portals. The complex will be known as The Center of Indulgence."

Peaches started to sweat.

Daphne continued. "Peaches, you will be our utility person, performing miscellaneous required tasks if and when they arise."

Everyone wanted to know how they could afford to purchase a building for cash but Samantha asked the question.

"Because over the months I have taken the total income each of you provided and Samantha has run the house very economically, there is no debt and my investments have performed beyond my wildest expectations."

Yvette chuckled. She had never heard Daphne express such enthusiasm. She raised her water glass. "Here's to our success," she shouted.

Six glasses raised in agreement.

"Here's to The Center of Indulgence," Daphne said.

                                           THREE MONTHS LATER

Slavegirl arrived at the address printed on the flyer she had picked up at a Locker Room play party. She circled the crowded parking lot hoping for a space to open up. On the third try a white Ford Escalade backed out and Slavegirl pulled her red T-bird into the open space.

From the information on the flyer, dress was stated as "anything goes." Slavegirl checked her ruby red lipstick in her compact. She got out of her car and adjusted her five-buckle leather skirt before sauntering to the sidewalk. Her reflection in the display window revealed the new knee high black leather boots accentuated her shapely legs quite nicely. She fluffed her wavy blonde hair before pushing through the front door.

A sexy young woman with a name tag identifying her as Daphne greeted Slavegirl. "Welcome to Center of Indulgence. How may I help you?"

Slavegirl looked around. "I'm a writer of erotica looking for inspiration."

Daphne slipped Slavegirl her card. "As manager of The House of Naughty Pussies I'd like to talk to you about future projects. I think we can help each other. Look around, then call me after we close at six."

From that day forward Slavegirl began relating the ongoing varied and sorted activities of the Naughty Pussies through The Slavegirl Chronicles.

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THIS COMPLETES NAUGHTY PUSSIES.

THERE WILL BE NO FURTHER CHAPTERS FORTHCOMING.

SLAVEGIRL'S WRITINGS WILL CONTINUE WITH THE "SLAVEGIRL CHRONICLES"