Chapter Three
Rachel’s phone stayed silent throughout the week apart from the expected calls from her mother, sister and assorted friends. Every time it rang though, her mouth went dry as she wondered whether it would be her mysterious gentleman friend with another set of warped and wicked orders for her to follow. She was determined not to obey any more: the depths to which she had sunk when cleaning up her own mess from the vibrator had shocked her and she had tried without success to put the whole episode out of her mind. The problem was that every night time, she relived the experience as it passed through her mind in a series of vivid dreams that had her waking up in a sweat with the covers thrown off and her fingers touching her soaking slit. Each time she had given in to her desires and played with her tingling clit until she had come and afterwards she had sternly told herself that she would not give in again.
Work on Friday proved even more infuriating as usual as nothing went right and her boss blamed Rachel for his own ineptitude. Still steaming, she arrived home and headed straight for the alcohol, needing a glass of wine or even something stronger to temper her mood. The phone rang in her bag as she set the glass down after her first swallow and she picked it up without thinking and answered the call.
“Take off your clothes now and come to the window!” commanded the low masculine voice as she held the phone up to her ear.
“Why?” Rachel snapped angrily.
“Because obedient girls do what they are told!” came the voice, louder and more peremptorily in her ear.
“Perhaps I don’t feel like being obedient tonight,” responded Rachel haughtily, tossing her long blonde hair from side to side as she turned to stare out of the window, once again wondering where the man was lurking.
“Then switch the phone off and ignore me then though I will say that if you do then I will not ring again, Rachel!”
That thought worried Rachel. The games she had played with him had been entertaining and erotic and they had fascinated the dark side of her soul. The idea of not hearing from him ever again was not to be borne and so she hesitated and only then realised that he had called her by her name. Shock rushed through her and she strained harder to hear his voice as she wearily replied that she would follow his orders after all.
“That’s better though I must naturally punish you for daring to show any disobedience. Clothes off and bring your glass of wine with you to the window!” the man stated calmly and Rachel complied, fingers fumbling with buttons and clasps until she was naked for her mystery admirer. She felt so exposed standing in the window; the evenings were drawing out as summer approached and so she knew that there could be people gazing at her from any of the high rise buildings that littered the city in the vicinity of her own skyscraper. That thought sent a dark tendril of desire worming its way through her body as she displayed herself properly, pushing her honey-gold bush up against the glass and feeling her erect nipples touching the cool pane that separated her from the outside world.
It seemed like an eternity that she stood there for the world to gaze on her naked body but it can only have been a minute or so before he issued her with some instructions. Mind whirling, Rachel went off to search for the items that he had requested and she scurried around her penthouse until she was successful, finally unearthing them from the back of a cupboard in the kitchen. Returning to the window, she held them up and received his approval before she moved the glass-topped coffee table nearer and spread herself out on it, facing upwards and shivering slightly as she felt the cold of the glass on her warm skin. When instructed, Rachel tipped a little of her red wine onto her nipple and she rubbed it in with her fingers, feeling an odd warmth suffuse her bud as it erected. The tingling spread into her other nipple as she treated that one similarly and then she gasped with the intriguing feeling as she spread her legs wide, tilted her pelvis up and tipped wine over her silken folds of flesh. Obediently, she opened the clamshell purse of her pussy lips and tilted the glass and allowed some of the alcohol to dribble inside her. Warmth seeped through her senses as she dipped her fingers inside and teased her pulsating clitoris and Rachel giggled with delight at the strange sensations that the wine induced in her body.
After setting her empty glass down on the oak floor, Rachel continued to stroke herself, becoming more and more excited, while she listened for her next order. It came after a few minutes and her face blanched as she listened to his matter-of-fact tone as he explained exactly what he required her to do. She shook her head instinctively at the very idea but the insidious desire in her soul nagged at her insistently and she found her resolve weakening by the second. Her fingers closed around the long, thick candle and she picked it up and rolled it in the valley between her breasts, feeling it warm up on her skin as she tried to make up her mind whether she should be obedient or not.
The tip of Rachel’s tongue poked out slightly between her lips as she cogitated for a while and then she surrendered to her own inner dark desires and picked up the matchbox. Her fingers shook as she extracted a single match and she held it for a few moments against the side of the box while she summoned up the courage to use it. The voice barked at her sharply and she stifled a retort and struck the match. Flame flared instantly and she touched the yellowy-orange flicker to the candle’s wick and watched it light up before she blew out the match. Rachel’s hand shook even more as she gripped the candle tightly and she kept her eyes fixed on the flickering flame and the slowly melting wax as she moved it towards her belly. A little moan slipped from her lips as she received the command over the phone and she clenched her stomach muscles tightly as she tilted the candle and watched the clear fluid fall through the air towards her skin. It touched her soft white flesh and a blaze of pain shot into her body and she squealed out loud, shrill tones echoing round her penthouse flat while her hand shook and inadvertently spilt more wax on her stomach. More agony blossomed in her flesh and tears filled her storm-grey eyes as a fresh wave of pain slithered through her senses.
When a few white circles of spilt wax dotted her skin, the voice spoke again and Rachel paled, her face blanching with fear at the very thought of the pain that was to follow. Her mouth went as dry as dust and her fingers trembled as she moved the candle up slowly until it hovered above her breasts like the sword of Damocles. Her moment of hesitation stretched out into a few seconds but finally she stiffened her sinews and dribbled some wax down, gasping with dark delight and raw agony as it kissed her soft skin with liquid fire. A white solidifying circle covered her pink areola and she bit her lip with the pain as more wax dripped down and glistened on her flesh. Obediently she moved the candle across to the other breast and dribbled some wax down onto her nipple, hissing in pain and shock as the fiery agony lanced into her body. Steadily her nipple vanished under a cone of snow while her body shook helplessly as she tried to control the pain flowing through it along with her rising tide of desire. The strong feelings of pleasure that coursed through her puzzled her greatly and she felt a dribble of moisture trickle from her pussy lips as fresh drops of wax fell onto her breasts as she shook the candle from side to side in accordance with the commands that she received until she was ordered to stop.
“Spread your thighs wide and tilt your hips up while you stroke your wet pussy for me!” demanded the person on the other end of the phone and Rachel hastened to comply, hoping for the chance to alleviate the agony by bringing herself to a climax. She swiftly eased her fingers into her melting heat and teased out some of the clear moisture and spread it over her salmon-pink folds until they gleamed in the flickering light from the candle which she held securely in her other hand. Her excitement grew quickly and her fingers emerged coated in her love dew and she slicked it over her labia and then covered her clitoris, oiling it with juice before she pressed her finger down and rolled it across the hard tingling bud. She bucked her hips up once as the tendrils of delight slithered through her groin and then the voice told her to desist and she stopped reluctantly, fingers aching to stroke herself again and bring her wanton body to the peak of pleasure.
“Now use the candle!” The words echoed around the room and Rachel started to move her face up to blow out the flame when more orders were added on. Rachel’s heart felt as if it was trying to jump out of her body as her mind tried to comprehend what she was being instructed to do to herself. Tears spilt from her eyes and dribbled down her cheeks as fear filled her and she swallowed nervously, mind whirling furiously as she contemplated the pain ahead if she complied. Somehow, despite her terror, there was no real doubt in her mind that she would obey as the darkness in her soul beckoned her. As if she was in a dream, she moved the wax cylinder down and positioned it carefully then she tilted it up and waited, nerves jangling, as the liquid wax flowed towards the edge. The clear fluid glistened as it trickled through the air and then came a blinding flash of pain erupting in her mind as her pink softness was covered in white wax. Her body bucked upwards and she screamed while a spurt of love juice jetted from her quim and mixed with the hardening whiteness. Her mind was filled with red as the pain threatened to overwhelm her and yet there was the dark glow of satisfaction at being obedient as well as the rich warmth that suffused her slit and senses. Without being told, Rachel tilted the candle again and suffered the momentary agony once more as fluid dribbled over her most intimate flesh and then trickled over her perineum before it hardened. Pain and pleasure intermingled seamlessly as she added more and, feeling wicked and daring, she held her bottom cheeks wide apart and dripped the devilish wax onto her rectal ring, hissing in anguish as the soft flesh felt the heated touch.
“Now you may use the candle inside you,” added the voice and Rachel picked some of the white wax away, flinching as it pulled on the tiny hairs surrounding her quim before she eased the thick candle, now with the flame extinguished, inside her sopping slit. The diameter stretched her wide and her pink tongue poked out with delight at the feeling as she moved the smooth cylinder in and out of herself. Her fingers moved faster and faster as she felt the approaching tremors of another orgasm and she rammed it in further while her thumb pressed down on her hard nub. Her body bucked and writhed on the table as the ripples of rapture flowed through her and her fingers became covered in her own slipperiness as her internal muscles squeezed powerfully against the hard candle.
“Now you will go and shower. However, before you do, go and unlock your door!” stated the voice on the phone matter-of-factly. Rachel felt a cold ripple of fear slither down her spine at the thought of leaving her door open. Although the apartment block was blessed with a concierge, someone might sneak in and that thought was frightening to say the least.
“And yes, I will be visiting you when you emerge from the shower so don’t be too long, girl,” added the impersonal voice and Rachel’s heart thudded painfully in her chest at the promise and the threat. To obey commands given over the phone was one thing as it was relatively safe but to actually let someone into her penthouse and then to serve at their pleasure was…exciting! That word popped into her head unbidden and chased her doubts away and so, after listening to some more instructions, she followed orders and unlocked her door before disappearing into the shower to make herself clean for her visitor.
Even with the beat of the water pounding in her ears, Rachel strained to hear something from outside the bathroom as she washed herself thoroughly. Her whole being seemed to be poised on the edge as she continually thought about what might happen when she emerged. Her body trembled as ideas coursed through her head and she swallowed nervously as she finally switched the water off and towelled her body dry. Moving into her bedroom, Rachel dabbed on some perfume and then dressed in just a pair of black hold up stockings before she unearthed a scarf from her wardrobe and, after kneeling on the floor facing her bed, wrapped it round her head, cutting off her vision totally, before she clumsily tied it behind her.
Then came the wait. It seemed interminable as the second ticked by loudly on her bedside clock and she found her ears straining at every little noise while her body jumped slightly and goosepimples of fear erupted on her naked flesh. Anticipation was worse that the actuality, she decided, as the time continued to flow by and only silence greeted her listening ears. What would he do with her? Would he just slide his cock up into her waiting wetness or would he make her wait, teasing her until she begged? Rachel blushed as she knew that she would demean herself by asking for his shaft to enter her if she had to. In fact she would allow him to do anything to her willing body as she searched for satisfaction and excitement in her boring, mundane existence that tried to pass itself off as a life. A faint smile crossed her lips as she thought about what she had just realised and then it was wiped off as she heard the soft, muted sound of her front door closing.
It was all that Rachel could do to stay kneeling and keep the blindfold on. Every sense screamed at her to rise and tear the scarf off and see just who was entering her flat but somehow she maintained her position on the carpet and waited, body shivering as the seconds drifted slowly by. Suddenly Rachel was aware of a presence in her bedroom with her and she stiffened automatically and a tiny moan of fear slipped out from between her parted lips. Hands pulled her wrists behind her back and, before she could even think of resisting, the intense coldness of metal bit into her flesh and she gasped as she realised that she had been handcuffed. Her heart seemed to stop for a moment at the realisation that she was now trapped and dark thoughts flickered through her mind as hands stroked down the exposed bumps of her spine before they released the scarf and allowed light to flood into her eyes once more.
Rachel squealed in shock and surprise as she caught sight of the tall, slim figure dressed in a black basque and stockings with only the coppery glint of her long hair as a counterpoint to the darkness.
“Hello, Rachel Johnson…or perhaps I should call you my plaything?” murmured her captor.
Rachel looked blank: she did not recognise the woman and her mind was whirling with the shocking discovery that her tormentor was actually a female and not the man that she had thought. The voice on the phone had sounded masculine due to its low growl but this woman’s was totally different. Puzzled and fearful, Rachel continued to listen while she tried to control the rising tide of panic that threatened to flood her mind.
“I live on the opposite corner of the block, Rachel. It’s probably the only position in this block where your cryptic note can be seen and so, having noticed it, I made it my task to find out all about you. It’s amazing what can be discovered on the internet or, if that fails, a chat with the neighbours. There are some very gossipy women round here! But that’s enough chat for the moment. Time to find out whether your tongue can do anything else useful, I think! To which you reply that it will be a pleasure to serve your new mistress, Mistress Megan!”
Realisation dawned in Rachel and she blushed furiously. She had kissed another girl once at a d*unken university party but it had only been for a fleeting second and she had never really thought about taking it further. A sharp slap round her cheek made Rachel realise that she had not answered the woman and she stammered out the requisite words, shame filling her soul at her subjugation. Now she was at this strange woman’s mercy and her body felt weak with terror as she was raised to her feet and accompanied over to the comfortable and familiar environment of her king size bed. Pushed on to her back, Rachel stared up at the white ceiling, bizarrely noticing a cobweb hanging down in the far corner as Megan stroked her long fingers over Rachel’s soft skin, teasing her nipples into erection and commenting on how beautiful they had looked covered in wax.
“Something that I will do to you in the future many times!” stated Megan assuredly and Rachel trembled at the thought though her nipples grew harder and her quim moistened slightly with the dark promise of pain. “Though now you definitely need to learn to serve your mistress properly!”
With that statement, Megan straddled Rachel’s face, thighs kissing against her soft cheeks and the sensual allure of her sex just millimetres away, hidden beneath the black lace panties. The musky aroma filled Rachel’s nostrils and she stared up at the shadowed grotto, curiously eager to see just what this woman’s intimate parts looked like. Her mistress shifted her position slightly then lowered her hips and Rachel was abruptly smothered under soft thighs and the tickling, teasing touch of lace against her mouth. Heat suffused her senses after a few moments and she drew in her breath only to acquire a fresh and filling scent of the woman’s pussy as it pressed down against her lips, separated only by the gossamer-thin material of her panties.
“Tongue out and lick my panties, girl!” snapped Megan and Rachel obeyed instantly, not even understanding why yet knowing that she wanted to do this. Pleasing her mistress somehow pleased herself too and so she tentatively flicked out her tongue and licked along the lace material, dampening the panties and thus delineating the soft pussy lips even more. Even though everything she had been taught as a child screamed at her that it was abhorrent and unnatural to kiss another woman sexually let alone lick her quim, Rachel found excitement worming its way through her senses as her tongue tasted the lace and the slight odour of aroused woman attached to it.
It must have been several minutes before Rachel was ordered to cease and she knew that her face was flushed from heat and embarrassment as Megan eased upwards, remarking that she had done reasonably well for a first effort.
“Now turn over on your front and kneel for me, plaything!” teased Megan and Rachel struggled to comply, finding it incredibly difficult with her hands cuffed securely behind her back. Eventually her mistress gave her a helping hand, pressing Rachel’s forehead down into the bedcover so that her back arched upwards to the glorious round softness of her buttocks.
“Pain and pleasure go together, Rachel, and after the sheer delight of slithering that tongue over my pussy then you must now expect some pain. A light dose, I think, as it is your first time, I expect?”
The question hung in the air for a few moments before Rachel uttered a muffled affirmative. She had wondered if being spanked briefly a couple of times by her parents counted but decided it did not as then she had been fully clothed and it had not really hurt at all though it had been embarrassing. Now she trembled as she waited for her mistress’ hand to make its acquaintance with her bottom and her thighs shook like an aspen in a gale.
Instead of pain, pleasure came though as soft hands stroked over her smooth cheeks, exploring the texture and firmness before one slid into her tight anal crevice and investigated further. A finger teased across Rachel’s puffy slit and she whimpered with desire then blushed as Megan chuckled wickedly behind her.
“Not so fast, my little plaything. You need to be punished severely first and then give me more pleasure before you deserve any!”
Somehow the words kindled Rachel’s desire even more and her pussy pulsed at the prospect of pain. A prospect that suddenly became a reality as her mistress raised her hand and started to spank her with sharp little slaps that sent tremors rippling through her buttocks and onwards into her soul. The first few spanks made Rachel grit her teeth as she tried to endure and her mouth opened slightly and she moaned a little each time that Megan’s hard hand connected with her bare bottom cheeks. It was degrading, demeaning and yet somehow darkly delightful as her arse was warmed steadily while she wriggled and jerked at each blow, earning a stern admonishment as well as a remark that in future she would need to be tied down securely.
“For if you cannot take a light little playful spanking like this, how are you going to be when I take my cane to this bottom…or the strap?” murmured Megan thoughtfully and Rachel’s heart thudded faster at the idea of suffering such a cruel but captivating fate.
The spanking got harder still and Rachel found herself trying desperately to endure the painful smacks without disgracing herself too much further by crying for mercy. Such an appeal would fall on deaf ears anyway, she decided as another crisp spank rained down on her left cheek and sent deliciously painful vibrations shuddering through her cleft. Her body was becoming more accustomed to the pain now as endorphins flowed through her and she almost welcomed the impact of hand on soft flesh as her excitement grew apace. Time seemed to stand still as her bottom was heated up expertly and then her mistress turned her attention to the softer and even more tender region of Rachel’s thighs and she found herself whimpering in dark despair as they too were slowly but steadily encouraged to turn a dusky pink. Every smack possessed a strange sensual sweetness that set Rachel’s pulse soaring even as the pain acted as a sharp counterpoint, stabbing into her senses like a needle.
Megan smiled as her submissive’s buttocks undulated softly in front of her, rosy pink and almost glowing and teasingly she stroked her forefinger across the girl’s pouting pussy lips, raising one eyebrow to the heavens as it came away slippery with dew. Gradually, she moved her hand closer and closer to the waiting wetness, each smack edging nearer until her palm was striking the juncture of buttock and thigh. Then she lightly spanked Rachel’s quim lips, enjoying the squelchier sound as the girl gasped and wriggled back, almost as if she was enjoying the sensation. Each subsequent slap grew infinitesimally harder and the sweet sounds grew louder while Rachel was filled with a warring mixture of pain and pleasure. She could feel her excitement growing apace and she knew that she was going to come but she fought hard to deny herself, unwilling to surrender the last vestiges of her self-esteem but it was to no avail as the first ripples of rapture slithered through her body.
Megan recognised the squirming of Rachel’s hips and the higher pitch of her moans and she stopped, denying her submissive pleasure even though she began to beg for it, brokenly and blatantly asking for the beating of her pussy to continue.
“No! You have not deserved such pleasure yet…or ever possibly, plaything. Now stay there and think how you are going to serve me properly,” commanded Megan as she rose from the bed and walked out of the bedroom.
Rachel miserably buried her flushed face in the duvet and let tears of frustration spill from her ocean-blue eyes as she waited for the woman to return. After a minute or so, she craned her head round and then gasped out loud as she saw the glowing pinkness of her bottom and thighs reflected back to her startled grey-blue eyes in the mirrored wardrobe doors. She was still staring when Megan returned, stockinged feet silent on the carpet, and stood there gazing in annoyance.
“I did not tell you to turn round, plaything. Face the front!”
Rachel’s eyes widened as she saw the object in Megan’s hand and her heart skipped a beat as she wondered just what exactly it was going to be used for. She opened her mouth to protest then thought better of the idea as she caught sight of the woman’s lips thinning rapidly.
“Yes I am going to use it on you, girl. I was going to be kind and slide it into your pussy…that very wet and wanton pussy…but now I think I may have to use it somewhere else!” snapped Rachel’s mistress.
Rachel whimpered as her mind refused to contemplate what Megan meant. As the very large cucumber dropped down onto the bed by her side, Rachel found herself regretting buying it at all and fresh tears flooded her eyes as fingers stroked down her exposed anal cleft and teased her rectal ring. A sudden splash of liquid coated her pucker: slightly warm and slippery, her mistress’ spittle was smeared into her bottom hole and a finger slid into her, opening her slightly and making her wiggle her hips in despair at the demeaning of her body and delight at the darkness that suffused her soul. Another finger entered, widening her tight aperture and then both slid in and out slowly while more saliva dribbled down onto her bum crack at regular intervals. Then both fingers withdrew and she drew in a sharp breath as she waited for the thick vegetable to enter her instead. Panicking, Rachel made a muffled plea for forgiveness but Megan just slapped her hard on the back of the thighs and whispered menacingly that playthings needed to learn that they were just that…things for a mistress to play with. Tears filled Rachel’s eyes as she waited to be humiliated and her body quivered like a violin bow as the seconds ticked slowly by.
Rachel drew her breath in sharply when she felt the first cold touch of the cucumber against her spittle-slick anal bud. It felt huge and hard and fear seeped into her at the thought of it entering her previously unviolated arsehole. Inexorably, Megan eased the bulbous green vegetable against her plaything’s tight rosette, enjoying the whimpers and the shivers that ran through the white thighs. Darkness veiled Rachel’s thoughts as her anal ring began to stretch wider and wider as the cool hardness invaded her body. The pressure built steadily and slowly as her mistress teased her fearful bottom, sliding the thinnest part of the cucumber in a fraction to split her ring slightly then easing it out again. Megan laughed at the pretty sight of the pinky-brown ring stretching around the green cylinder and then gaping hungrily after it as she withdrew the cucumber slowly. Sliding the tip in once again, Megan watched the rectal ring spread further and further apart as she kept on inserting the hard green vegetable, easing in three solid inches before she stopped and allowed Rachel to try and get accustomed to the feeling of being stretched and filled in her bottom.
It was the strangest feeling that Rachel had ever experienced. The spreading of her tight anal ring was painful and the feeling of humiliation and shame was stark and yet…the whole thing combined brought her the weirdest pleasure deep in her groin. She found herself gasping helplessly as the cucumber eased in another inch instead of withdrawing as she had expected it to and then suddenly it was sliding in further and filling her completely. Rachel squealed as the hard vegetable, cool against her burning membranes, pushed in further and then to her absolute horror, Megan started to twist it round inside her body as well. The turning cylinder intensified the feelings incredibly and Rachel could only whimper for mercy as she felt as if her insides were being torn out. Her mistress started to slide the thick cucumber in and out while she twisted it and Rachel thought that her bottom hole was melting as the strange sensation slithered through her. Delight vied with pain and her mouth opened in a silent scream of ecstatic agony as the cylinder moved in and out, manipulated skilfully by Megan’s nimble fingers.
Even with a good six inches buried inside her helpless toy’s anus, there was still plenty sticking out and so Megan had no trouble in moving the vegetable rod back and forth. She eyed it thoughtfully as her spare hand pressed against her sopping slit through the dark lace of her panties. Then, deciding to enjoy herself, she removed her underwear and straddled Rachel’s naked back, perching on her reddened buttocks while she worked the cucumber in and out faster and harder, making the girl squeal like a stuck pig. Pushing her down into the bed even more, Megan slithered forward on the hot surface of Rachel’s well beaten bottom until the green hardness was pressing into her own slipperiness. Still fairly cool from the fridge, it felt delightful against her hot pussy lips and so she could not resist but lifted herself up and speared the vegetable straight into her quim, sighing with pleasure as it opened up her labia. Slapping the back of her captive’s thighs hard, Megan bounced up and down on the hard rod while she pressed her forefinger against her clit. Within seconds, waves of sheer unadulterated pleasure slithered through her body and she gasped out her hungry delight into the shadowed depths of the bedroom as the powerful ripples of her orgasm raced through her and dribbles of her love juices flowed down the dark green phallus and dripped onto the tightly stretched skin of Rachel’s anal ring.
Rachel felt the other woman’s body heat on her skin and then the soft pitter patter droplets of love dew spattering down. The dark delight of being thoroughly used and abused by her mistress clouded her mind as she groaned with frustration as she so wanted to come herself. The weight lifted from her bottom and back and she sighed with relief then went still as the hard rod of the cucumber was slowly and painfully extracted from her anus. Her bowels almost seemed to want to keep it inside them as they sucked greedily at the green cylinder but finally, reluctantly, it emerged from the tight hole which gaped open, dark and sore, after it.
Megan rolled Rachel over on her back and then straddled her and pushed the slippery vegetable up against the girl’s pursed pink lips.
“Open wide, plaything!” she whispered, eyes dancing with malicious merriment and Rachel swallowed hard then shook her head in refusal, unwilling to countenance demeaning herself even further by sucking on the slick cucumber’s hard skin. Sighing with annoyance at Rachel’s disobedience, Megan pinched her plaything’s nipple lightly between her finger and thumb and stated coolly, “I am going to increase the pressure until that pretty mouth does open and I am going to count every second and then punish you for making me wait. One…two…three…!”
As the pressure increased, Rachel found a lance of pain shooting through her breast and on into her mind and body and almost involuntarily her mouth opened in response although the count had reached eleven by then. Instantly, the hard green vegetable speared into her mouth and she found herself tasting the odd commingling of its taste overcoated with the glistening dew of her mistress. Megan pushed the vegetable in and out, using her submissive’s mouth to clean it and then she reversed it expertly and made Rachel lick off her own bottom juices before she raised herself up and looked down at her new plaything.
“Now I am going to give you eleven strokes to teach you to be obedient instantly in future,” she announced calmly before she left the room for a few moments.
Rachel quivered in fear as she waited and her terror became greater when she saw Megan return clutching a wooden ruler, one which Rachel’s dad had used when he was a draughtsman.
“Just what you need. So thoughtful of you to have it lying on your computer desk in the study, plaything!”
Rachel could not stop her whole body shaking with fear as her mistress rolled her over onto her front thus exposing her bare bottom to the hard wood. The ruler was laid gently down on her quivering buttocks before it whipped up into the air and back down again and a spasm of agony shot into Rachel’s senses as the hard wood connected with her soft flesh. Five more strokes came quickly and with each one she shrieked or groaned as the pain overrode her will. Then there was a short respite before the final five strokes were added, criss-crossing the previous ones and therefore causing even more pain to race into her tormented and tantalised bum cheeks. Heat blazed in her skin and in her mind and a red mist descended, clouding her thoughts while tears veiled her storm-sea eyes as the pain raced through her in waves.
It took Rachel several moments to realise that the handcuffs had been released and, by the time that she turned round and levered herself painfully from the bed, Megan had vanished from sight and only the soft click of the penthouse door echoed behind her. Flushed and crying, Rachel stumbled out into the lounge, still naked and with her cheeks burning and yet somehow longing for her mistress to be still there and ready to take her further along the dark road to submissive self-discovery. Only emptiness greeted her though and she stood there staring bleakly out into the darkening sky until her mobile suddenly trilled into life.
“Yes?” she stammered into it hopefully and then her face fell as she recognised her mother’s voice on the other end.
Half an hour later, Rachel managed to escape from the conversation with her mother and she wandered through the flat and finally reached the front door as she wanted to check that Megan had closed it properly behind her. The sight of the white envelope pinned to the polished wood made her start and then, fingers shaking slightly, she reached up and pulled it free before hurriedly opening it. A single sheet of paper fluttered out and she grabbed it then read the list of instructions carefully, eyes widening as dark thoughts flickered through her brain. Sunday…one whole day to wait and one whole day to go shopping for what she needed, she thought as she walked back into the lounge and sat down on her leather sofa before staring out into the twinkling fireflies of the city lights.
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