Birthday Girl

Chapter Ten

"Knickers off and hand them to me," commanded Lydia as soon as all the other staff had gone that evening and the shutters had been pulled down to cover the picture window with sparkling jewellery displayed in it for the general public to salivate over. "Hold your skirt up high now."

Zoe stayed still as Lydia walked behind her and looked closely at her bottom cheeks, reaching out and gently smoothing the soft skin with the tips of her fingers; a gesture that sent teasing ripples of pleasure seething through her senses.

"Most of the marks have now gone which is good because I want to use you as a model later this evening."

"A model, mistress, but I am not..."

"Pretty enough? Maybe not but as I only wish to have your body on display then your face does not matter, does it?" remarked Lydia harshly. "Open your mouth wide for me!"

Zoe complied and was efficiently gagged as Lydia thrust the panties, a delicate scrap of lace, into her wide open mouth and stated, "That should ensure that you remain quiet on the way home and do not distract me from my driving!"

Zoe's knickers were a sodden mass when they reached Lydia's house and she was grateful to be told to go and eat then shower before reporting to her mistress precisely at eight. As soon as she opened her door, she extracted the panties, threw them on the kitchen worktop then massaged her aching jaw before she realised that she did not have any food in the apartment. Making sure that she had some money in her purse, Zoe headed off towards the nearest shops, scurrying along because they were nearly a mile away and time was pressing. It was only when she had walked about half of the distance that she realised that she was not wearing any knickers and that made her giggle. Would some lucky man or woman get a quick glimpse if the wind blew her skirt up? It wasn't likely, she decided as there was only a mild breeze blowing from the west although she might have to be careful if she bent down in the supermarket as her skirt was quite short.

An hour later and Zoe got back home and slipped a ready meal into the microwave whilst she packed the rest of her shopping into the freezer, fridge and various cupboards in the kitchen. She poured some orange juice into a tall glass and sipped from it as the counter for the microwave ticked down, pinging a minute or so later. The meal was gone in minutes, Zoe finding that she was quite hungry for some reason, and then she threw the tray in the bin, washed up her cutlery and headed upstairs to the shower.

By half past seven, Zoe was ready, sitting downstairs on the sofa watching a mindless programme on the television. Getting dressed had been the only problem as she wasn't quite sure what her modelling later on would consist of. Finally, she had decided on something that would be relatively easy to slip out of in the form of a patterned top along with a short skirt. Underneath, she had put on her sexiest lingerie along with black stockings held up by a suspender belt. Ready to go as she was, the time seemed to drag and the minute hand on the clock on the wall inched round ever so slowly towards eight until with just a couple of minutes to go, she stood up and walked out of her little apartment to the back door of Lydia's house.

"Punctual to the second," observed Lydia, opening the back door and beckoning Zoe inside. "We are going to go straight to my workroom upstairs in the attic and then, after I have taken a few photographs, there should be time for me to indulge myself in the playroom too. Follow me, slave!"

Zoe walked after her mistress, pulse racing at the thought of being back in the playroom later. Would she be shut up in the box again? Would Lydia slide another large phallus up into her pussy or arse? Was she going to be spanked or caned? Those questions slid through her mind as she followed Lydia up to the first floor landing. There her mistress turned and walked in the opposite direction to the playroom until she reached another set of stairs, much narrower than the main ones. They ascended those and came out in a huge room which stretched the entire width of the house. Nut-brown rafters criss-crossed the ceiling whilst two skylight windows allowed light to flood in, illuminating the workbenches and tables that occupied the first half of the room along with a series of steel cabinets lined up against the walls. The far end was bare except for a backdrop of sky blue against the gable wall and an aluminium box that Zoe thought probably held camera equipment.

"Take your top off and your brassiere, slave," ordered Lydia, sitting down in a swivel chair by the first workbench and picking up a couple of items that glinted in the light from the spotlights she had switched on when entering the room. Zoe followed her orders and placed her top and bra on a spare chair then stood there feeling a little shy and silly as Lydia ignored her for a couple of minutes.

"I believe that I did tell you the other day that I have a little sideline in selling items of jewellery I have made online?" Zoe's mistress said eventually.

"Yes, mistress, you did."

"Part of your duties as my slave will now be to model them for me. I am going to take pictures, although sometimes it might be Jack instead, to illustrate what the designs look like on the female body. I used a pair of clamps on you the other day so these should come as no surprise when I apply them," Lydia stated, holding up two gold nipple clamps and swinging them gently back and forth. "A before picture first, I think though so go and stand against the backdrop and put your hands on top of your head so that your breasts push out towards the camera."

Nervously, Zoe walked over and stood in the required pose, feeling a little silly being half naked as Lydia picked a camera body out of the aluminium box, fitted a lens then came and stood just in front of her. The camera beeped softly several times and Lydia peered at the digital image displayed on the back and nodded approvingly. Her slave's nipples were already hard, poking out a little towards the lens as if eager to be touched. Setting the camera down on the floor, she slid the first clamp up her slave's soft flesh then teased it over the erect nipple before releasing it so it gripped like a vice on the rubbery teat. Zoe hissed out in pain as the jaws crushed her flesh but she resisted the temptation to take her hands off her head and then pull the offending clamp off her nipple. That, she already knew, would earn her more pain. The other one was added, doubling the sweet rush of agony and then the camera clicked away again, displaying the elaborate swirly hearts that dangled from the clamps. The spotlight rays caught the gold and reflected off it while the camera recorded both that and the tears that shone from Zoe's green eyes.

Zoe stood there fighting the pain for about five minutes before Lydia released the clamps. That was worse than having them attached as blood rushed back in to the crushed buds and sent stinging agony racing through her senses. The camera went to work once more, snapping away at the reddened flesh, recording it for posterity before Lydia attached a different pair of clamps, ones with inset diamonds. Zoe had to bear another five sets of clamps before her nipples were allowed some relief and she whimpered with both desire and pain as Lydia massaged her slave's breasts gently afterwards then teasingly flicked the tip of her tongue over the swollen nipples. Zoe sighed with delight as pleasure seeped into her senses then she was up on tiptoe as Lydia, before walking away, squeezed each nipple hard between finger and thumb, saying quietly, "Pleasure must be followed by pain, slave."

Zoe gasped for breath when her nipples were released but she did not have much time to regain her equilibrium before her mistress returned carrying some shining, silver objects. She set them on the floor then told Zoe to take off her skirt and panties, taking the garments from her slave's shaking fingers and flinging them carelessly on the top of one of the benches before she stated, "Time to take more photos of your body before I use these little adornments on it. Bend right over with your bottom facing me, girl!"

Zoe's face went scarlet in shame as she followed her mistress' orders. The regular beeping of the camera as it focused between her cheeks on the puckered whorl of her anus made her blink each time as she looked down at the silvery items and worked out that they were a selection of butt plugs. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of each one piercing her anal entrance yet there was a real sense of fascination as well lurking deep within her mind.

"On all fours, slave, and then bend your head down until your forehead touches the ground," ordered Lydia a few seconds later. Zoe assumed the correct position and then waited while a few more photographs were taken before she suddenly felt the cold touch of the silver butt plug inching down her spine and into the spread crack of her bottom. Deciding to be kind and add some lubricant, Lydia allowed a warm dribble of spit to trickle out of her mouth, aiming it carefully at the exposed anal bud. She watched Zoe quiver as the wetness hit her flesh then smoothed it into her anal hole with the tip of the butt plug, gently opening her slave's tight entrance up. Each push made the slim plug slither in slightly further until, making Zoe's mouth widen into a perfect circle, it slipped in up to the hilt and lodged there firmly; something that Lydia tested by spanking her submissive's bottom cheeks lightly. Having reddened the white cheeks just a little, Lydia took yet more pictures, snapping away enjoyably as the silver cylinder moved in and out gently in time with her slave's breathing.

A few minutes later, Lydia pulled the cylindrical plug out and replaced it with a slightly larger one with a ruby set into its base. It looked delightful sparkling away in the camera lens and felt so too, Zoe found as her clit pulsed with pleasure and little dribbles of desire oozed out of her puffy pussy lips. A bigger one again followed, stretching Zoe's anal entrance wide and she hissed out in surprised pain as she was opened up fully by the massive knob before the slightly thinner shaft eased up into her dark depths. After that one was removed, she was made to hold her cheeks open with her hands and the camera clicked away steadily, focusing in on the exposed anal tunnel and its reddish-pink interior. The knowledge that her most intimate areas were being snapped by her mistress for later display on a website made Zoe's eyes fill with tears and some dripped down onto the floor despite her efforts to prevent it as another plug slipped up inside her bottom.

"You should be pleased that your mistress finds you worthy to take pictures of, slave! It is clearly time to give you something to really cry about!" snapped Lydia harshly, smacking the girl's bare bottom cheeks hard for a minute or so before she removed the butt plug and replaced it with a very special one made out of polished copper. When she had pushed it in firmly, she told Zoe to lie on her back and pull her legs up, making her display her pussy as well as her ravaged anal hole to the lens of the camera as she took some more pictures.

"Keep looking at the lens and do not close those pretty eyes or I will whip that pussy later," stated Lydia firmly as she pressed a button on a remote control. Pain shot instantly into Zoe's stretched tube as an electric current surged through the copper cylinder and she squealed, body juddering at the unexpected rush of agony. Again and again, the electricity stung her intimate flesh and tears flooded out of her eyes, wetting her cheeks and dribbling down onto her breasts as the pain flowed through her body in a great wave that made her clit pulse powerfully with desire.

The camera was set down once more and Zoe breathed in relief, hoping that the copper phallus would be removed from her bottom. Instead, Lydia picked up another, even fatter than the last, and slid it down the slave's spread thighs until the enormous knob nestled against her soaking slit. Zoe gasped as it slid straight up into her wetness and her heart thudded in her chest as her mistress placed her finger on the remote control. She fought against the desire to beg, knowing that it would do no good at all as the camera's single implacable eye stared down at her impassively, ready to record her pain for posterity. The slightest twitch of the finger and then pain erupted in Zoe's pussy and anus together as electricity sparked into furious life. Every nerve in her body seemed to jerk at the same time and Zoe lost control, body squirming in both agony and ecstasy. She screamed and came, clitoris swelling and pulsing in passion and both copper cylinders were expelled from her body by the extreme reaction as her brain was overwhelmed by desire. Sweat daubed her entire body as her swollen bud was stroked by her mistress tenderly and Zoe responded by orgasming again, spurting little jets of delight out of her slit and wetting the floor as gradually her breathing returned to normal and the greyness of her vision dissipated.

"Next time, I think I will have to make sure that you cannot expel the dildo or plug," murmured Zoe's mistress as she continued to idly tease the slippery slit of her slave girl. "Dangle you upside down perhaps?"

Zoe shivered at the idea, excitement and fear coursing through her mind at the words. Could she survive such torment?

"Of course, when we get down to the play room shortly, I will have to punish you for coming once again without asking for permission, won't I?" remarked Lydia, a smile sliding across her face as Zoe looked at her in alarm. "As I did remind you earlier, pain follows pleasure!"

And so it did, Zoe discovered a few minutes later when she was strapped to a St Andrew's cross in the play room. Lydia took her time in striping her submissive's white skin from the nape of her neck down to the back of her calves, relishing the sweet sound of screams and squeals as they echoed round the room. The light whip caressed the flesh silkily then swished away, leaving pain and red marks behind while at each stroke Zoe tugged hopelessly at the straps that bound her tightly.

Once her back and bottom was burning red, Lydia turned her round and started on her slave's front, steadily striping the soft skin of her breasts first then moving slowly down until the lash was playing across her tender thighs, stinging and scorching the smoothness. The tip occasionally flicked between Zoe's spread legs as it wrapped around her thigh and struck dangerously close to her pussy and she shivered at the thought of being whipped there. She sighed in relief as the whip moved down further, stinging her lower thighs before it finally stopped.

"Such a beautiful sight to see a slave striped from head to toe," stated Lydia, running her hand over Zoe's burning skin for a few moments before she abruptly tilted the cross until it was horizontal, making her slave gasp in surprise at the unexpected movement. "The only place left to stripe now is the one that caused the disobedience in the first place!"

Zoe's heart seemed to stop beating for a moment as her mistress reached out and stroked her fingers up the inside of her stinging thighs and onto her quim. Her breathing quickened while her throat went dry, feeling like desert sand as fingers teased across her wet pussy lips for a moment or two. Was her mistress going to or was she just teasing? Zoe stared blankly up at the ceiling, not even knowing what she was hoping for as Lydia stepped away and picked up the whip once more then trailed it over her slave's vulnerable slit.

"A dozen and you will count them for me and thank me for each one, slave, or I will add two more on," Lydia stated, leaning over and staring down into Zoe's frightened eyes. She moved away again and then, before Zoe could prepare herself, the whip whistled through the air and landed on soft, delicate flesh. Zoe arched up against her bonds, pulling at the straps in desperation as pain lanced through her body and exploded into her mind just a millisecond later. A squeal burst from her mouth and echoed around the room then her body slumped back down on the wooden cross and somehow, through the burning pain, Zoe managed to count out the number one and thank her mistress. A couple of seconds passed and Zoe gulped in oxygen only to lose it all in another scream as the lash struck once more, expertly whipping between her legs. Zoe became lost in a dark haze of agony punctuated by counting out the next number and saying thank you for being punished so harshly. It was surreal to experience such a thing and Zoe found her body responding in the most peculiar way, riding the waves of pain that flooded into her senses then blossoming with pleasure as the burning, stinging heat coursed through her skin. She pushed up into each stroke of the whip, almost offering her body as a sacrifice for her mistress and Lydia found tears in her own eyes as she wielded the lash although that did not affect her accuracy at all. Each stroke landed on the girl's pubic mound and cut into the soft flesh, leaving it reddened and puffy.

The final blow fell hard and true directly on Zoe's exposed slit and the echo of her scream was still ringing round the room as Lydia threw the whip to one side, bent down by her slave girl's ear and whispered, "Ask and it shall be granted to you, my dearest slave."

"May I come, mistress?" Zoe hissed out through clenched teeth as the pain ricocheted round her body.

"Yes, slave, you may," answered Lydia and she stroked her fingers over the girl's swollen bud, feeling it pulse beneath her touch. She settled her thumb on the pulsing clit then slipped two fingers up inside Zoe's pussy, crooking them round so that they pressed just underneath her pulsing clit. Lydia's thumb circled slowly, gradually speeding up and Zoe's body arched up off the wooden cross once more as her senses exploded into passion. She cried out with desire as the most intense and beautiful orgasm of her life swept through her like a tsunami and her skin seemed to vibrate with lust for an eternity. Aftershocks rippled through her body as Lydia continued to roll the pad of her thumb round on top of the throbbing bud of her slave until, seeing that the girl was exhausted, she finally withdrew the digit and used her hands to undo the straps that held her willing victim down.

Lydia had to help Zoe to stand as all her limbs felt like jelly. Even after a few minutes of rest, she still could not walk on her own and Lydia, supporting her carefully, aided her naked slave down the stairs and then out of the back door and across to her own apartment.

"Tomorrow morning at the same time, slave girl," Lydia stated as she got Zoe as far as the soft and welcoming bed. She kissed her once softly on the forehead then left, heading quickly towards her husband as she had desperate need of his tongue between her slippery thighs.