Birthday Girl Ch 11

Chapter Eleven

Zoe woke up totally disorientated in the middle of the night. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment or two as memories flooded back in and then she went to move as she needed to relieve herself. Wincing and hissing out in pain, she made it to the toilet and then cried out as the flow of her pee made her abused and beaten pussy lips sting all over. Afterwards, she placed a cold flannel on her swollen slit and then shuffled back to bed, making sure that she set the alarm clock.

The new day was a nasty shock and Zoe felt incredibly tired when the strident pinging of the electronic alarm went off right by her ear. A cool shower helped to wake her up a little and then she towelled her body dry gently, trying not to wince as the soft material rubbed over her striped breasts and thighs. Everything seemed to take longer than normal and that was not helped when she caught sight of her body in the mirror and just stood there staring at the beautiful red marks that covered her white flesh. She gasped as she realised what she had thought but she could not deny the weird attraction of the livid weals that decorated her skin from her breasts right down to the bottom of her thighs. She turned round slowly and viewed the back. It was the same; covered in the delicate marks left by the whip and each one about an inch or so apart. She ran her fingers over one on her breast and instantly a rush of arousal raced through her flesh, surprising her with its power. Then her eyes caught sight of the clock and she tore her fascinated gaze away and started to get dressed.

There was no time for breakfast and even cutting that out still did not get her to Lydia's on time. She was around five minutes late by the time that she knocked on the door and her heart sank when she saw her mistress standing there frowning.

"You are late, girl. Bend over the kitchen table and raise your skirt. Quickly now as we do not have time to waste!"

Face reddening, Zoe obeyed, lifting up her skirt and then waiting as her mistress' fingers roamed briefly across her spine before they pulled down her knickers to her knees.

"I think this nice wooden spoon should be effective in reminding you to be on time in future," stated Lydia, brandishing a long, thick-handled spoon in front of Zoe's eyes. "Four strokes for every minute late makes twenty!"

The sting was instant as the heavy spoon landed on Zoe's bare bottom and she gasped. The impact seemed to awaken all the lash marks on her arse at the same time and she squirmed as her mistress brought it down hard and fast, reddening the white skin until it glowed.

"Next time, it will be six strokes for every minute late, girl. Now, kneel down and open your mouth wide for me!"

Zoe crouched down, bottom cheeks burning. She stared up as Lydia pulled her own skirt up then pushed the gusset of her panties to one side to reveal the soft slipperiness of her slit. She moved forward and pressed it against Zoe's waiting lips and within a second or so, the now-familiar gush of golden fluid poured into her mouth. She gulped it down eagerly, revelling in serving her mistress in such a way and managed not to spill any despite the copious flow. That earned her a soft pat on the head before Lydia ordered her out to the car.

Again at lunchtime, Zoe found that she was called into the office and ordered to kneel so that her mistress could use her to relieve herself. Afterwards, Lydia took a pair of clamps out of her desk drawer and held them up so that they glinted in the light.

"Something for you to wear for the rest of the day," Lydia observed with a smile, noticing Zoe's pale green eyes widen.

"Yes, mistress," Zoe stammered out, nipples already erecting in anticipation of the pain to come. She started to unbutton her blouse but Lydia motioned to her to halt, chuckling gently before she remarked, "These ones don't go on your nipples, slave girl!"

"But where, mistress?" replied Zoe in confusion for a few moments before realisation suddenly dawned and her face paled.

Zoe hissed out in pain a couple of minutes later as, bent over her mistress' office desk, she felt the first clamp grip tightly onto one of her pussy lips. A tiny screw adjusted the pressure and Zoe shivered as Lydia tightened it further, making the golden jaws of the infernal device close even more on her delicate flesh. A rush of agony bubbled up through her body and was added to as the second clamp was applied and then Zoe was dismissed, ordered to go to lunch as her mistress sat back down behind her desk. Walking out of the room and then through the shop after pulling her knickers up and letting her skirt drop back down was an intense experience as Zoe could feel the tiny jaws gripping like vices onto her softness. Each step made them shift slightly and sent fresh pangs of pain slicing into her senses and she fought back tears, determined not to surrender as she walked along the high street and found a spare seat in her favourite little café.

As she ate her lunch, Zoe reflected on what had just occurred and frowned slightly as she realised that once again she was turned on by the pain. She could feel little dribbles of moisture soaking into her panties as she sat at the table and her clit pulsed powerfully, tempting her into playing with herself. The nagging ache became too much and, once she had finished her toasted sandwich, she walked down to the toilet and locked herself in one of the cubicles. Sliding her skirt up and her knickers down, she sat on the cold seat, welcoming its soothing touch on her still hot bottom cheeks then slid her finger down and sighed with delight at the intensity of the feeling as the tip stroked over her bulging bud.

It took just a few seconds for Zoe to come. A rich flood of desire flowed through her and, hearing the toilet door open just a moment before, she had to bite her lip hard to prevent herself calling out. Sweat covered her forehead and she groaned softly as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her veins and exploded in her mind and it was only afterwards, as she slowly came down from the high of her climax, that she suddenly thought how this new and much richer life of hers had all started...in a toilet cubicle, coming with more intensity than she had ever known before!

Was there an extra sway in her hips or wiggle in her bottom cheeks? thought Zoe as she walked back to the office a few minutes later. Everyone seemed to be staring at her, both men and women, and she wondered, giggling gently, if there was a sign somewhere attached to her saying that she had just orgasmed. Maybe a little speech bubble like in the cartoon strips had appeared over her head? Or was it that the devilish clamps on her pussy lips were just making her more aware of her own body?

She reached the shop and pushed the door open then sidled through to the counter where she was due to work all afternoon. The hours dragged by slowly although Zoe was quite grateful that she could spend some time standing still and doing nothing rather than serving customers. As she waited for someone to come in, she dreamed up new designs in her head but, instead of being for necklaces or earrings, they were for nipple and clitoral clamps. The thought of the latter made her wince but she knew that she would let her mistress attach one despite the agony that was sure to follow. After all, that was what being a slave was about, wasn't it? Giving your body and soul to another woman to use as she pleased? A customer wandered in and disturbed her thoughts and Zoe served the woman, trying to hide her discomfort as she had to bend down to take out a tray of bracelets from behind their protective glass.