Birthday Girl

Chapter Twelve

"You came today, didn't you?" asked Lydia as soon as they were driving home that evening. Zoe felt her face go bright red and for the briefest of moments she was going to lie but then she nodded and said, "Yes, mistress, I did."

"Then I will have to punish you severely later," announced Lydia, sending a little shiver of apprehension flowing through Zoe's senses as her mistress looked across at her briefly before she added, "At least, you did not lie to me though. I knew you had as soon as I saw you walk back into the shop this afternoon. Where did you come?"

"In the café's toilets, mistress."

"How sordid yet appropriate. Just like your first time under my control. Do you regret that?"

"Oh no, mistress! Not at all nor do I regret moving in with you," said Zoe fervently, glancing across at Lydia and wondering if the woman was bored with her already.

"You might after you receive two dozen strokes of the cane for coming again without permission!"

Zoe gulped and remained silent for the rest of the journey, fear almost paralysing her vocal cords. Would she be able to cope with that many strokes of the cane? It was as if her mistress was reading her mind because Lydia stated, "Yes, it will hurt abominably and you won't be able to sit comfortably for a few days but there won't be any lasting damage to your beautiful bottom cheeks, my dear little slave. Remember that as your mistress, I am here to push you to your limits and so far, I don't think I have even come close! Your reaction to pain is to eventually discover pleasure in it, isn't it?"

"Yes, mistress," responded Zoe after a moment's thought. The woman was quite right. For some odd, perverse reason, her mind responded intensely to being beaten. The pain seemed to liberate something in her soul and make her response far more intense than ever before. Would she find something she hated so much that it turned her off rather than on?

Three hours later and Zoe teetered on the brink of surrender as the cane plied painfully on her exposed arse cheeks. She had reported as ordered to her mistress at seven and then Zoe had had to endure a long photographic shoot as Lydia had snapped away at the golden clamps biting into her pussy lips. Close up after close up had been taken before Lydia removed the little clamps and took more photographs, including some of her slave's contorted face as she tried to cope with the agonising pain as blood flowed back into the crushed flesh. Then, Zoe had accompanied Lydia down to the playroom where Jack was waiting, kneeling naked with his head bent. Lydia had cuffed Zoe's hands together in front of her then looped a rope through and connected it to a ringbolt set into the floor. After that, Lydia put ankle cuffs on her slave girl and roped those too, pulling the ropes tighter until Zoe's legs were spread out a little before she had adjusted the wrist rope, pulling it until Zoe had no option but to bend over.

"Such a vulnerable position, my little slave, and one in which you can learn not to displease your mistress by coming without asking," stated Lydia, running her hand down the girl's exposed spine and feeling her shudder. Zoe went bright red, knowing that Jack would be listening and then her embarrassment grew worse as Lydia cheerfully announced that her husband was going to use the cane.

"While you pleasure your mistress with your agile tongue, slave girl. Wiggling it in my tight bottom will stifle your screams a little, won't it? Jack, make sure that you strike accurately and hard as you will get six strokes for every one that I deem not to be good enough."

The harsh, whistling sound of the cane a minute or so later came as Zoe licked her way up her mistress' exposed perineum as the woman reclined comfortably on a padded bench with her legs spread wide. The sudden flash of pain made Zoe squeal out in response and her hot breath tickled Lydia's pussy lips and whorled anal aperture gently. The next stroke drove her body forward slightly under the hard impact and she kissed the crinkled furrow, shame mixing with delight and agony in her mind. By the time a full dozen had kissed her arse cheeks with fire, Zoe was in agony and hissing out every time that the wooden rod struck her soft flesh. She was near her limit, she thought as she fervently wriggled her tongue up inside the rubbery tube of her mistress. Her whole bottom seemed about to explode in agony as the next stroke whipped down but then came the familiar pleasure slithering into her clitoris, moistening her pussy and helping her to cope with the harshness of the caning. The next few strokes sent a sublime mixture of pleasure and pain slicing through her senses and she redoubled the efforts of her tongue, driving it as far as she could up inside Lydia's anus until the final stroke fell.

By the end, Zoe's sweet succulence was dribbling fresh love juices down her inner thighs: something instantly noticed by Lydia when she rose off her bench and came to look at her slave's well-striped bottom.

"It appears that we cannot cure your penchant for pain, my dear slave, however hard we try! Maybe too much pleasure will have you begging for mercy instead? A warning, slave, if you come once then I am going to leave you until you have come at least half a dozen times!"

After fitting her husband with a tight cock ring, Lydia smeared some of her slave girl's juices up over her exposed anal hole then ordered her husband to use her there. Zoe squealed as Jack's massive knob inched slowly up inside her anal tightness, stretching her whorled crinkle wider and wider until it slipped in suddenly, making her feel as if she was being filled up completely. With the burning heat in her bottom cheeks, something that was increased as Jack's thighs banged into her abused flesh, and the slithering, thrusting cock driving deeply into her anal tube, Zoe's clit pulsed and throbbed with desire and need. That only grew worse as her mistress slid a metal stand underneath her pussy with a magic wand poking up out of the top. Switching it on at a low setting, Lydia made herself comfortable on her bench once more, spread her thighs wide and idly played with her own pussy while she watched her slave fight valiantly but helplessly against the need to explode into orgasm.

Zoe could do nothing to prevent the pleasure that slithered into her mind as she was shafted in her arse at the same time as being stimulated by the vibrating wand between her thighs. However hard she tried to fight against the insidious desire that crept into her senses, she could not stop herself becoming aroused. She climaxed after a few minutes, breath rasping out of her wide open mouth as Jack continued to slide his thickness in and out of her stretched anal tube. Ripples of delight rushed through her body and made her skin shiver with sexual delight and she stayed at a peak of pleasure as the infernal rounded head of the wand buzzed between her legs, sending sweet vibrations straight into her clit. Another orgasm shot through her just a couple of minutes later and her whole body shuddered with the delicious intensity that filled every single nerve ending. A third came a short while later and Zoe cried out in ecstasy at the feelings that swept through her flesh and up into her mind almost instantaneously.

Lydia leant forward and adjusted the setting on the vibrator, increasing it to about two thirds of its maximum while she watched her slave's eyes widen. Zoe gasped as the more powerful buzzing aroused her swollen bud even more and she squealed out in agonised delight as another orgasm was torn out of her aching body. Smiling, Lydia continued to play idly with her own aching clit, bringing herself steadily closer to nirvana even as Zoe inched closer to hell as pain began to vie with the pleasure. Her whole body ached with need and yet every orgasm made the ache worse or so it seemed. Her clit felt like it was going to burst as another climax rippled through her senses and she hardly noticed as Jack, ordered by his mistress, slid his fat cock out of her anus and came round to lick subserviently at Lydia's soft, swollen pussy lips.

Zoe started to beg as another orgasm rippled through her body and up into her fevered mind. It was almost too much to bear, having so many, one after the other with no respite. Every nerve in her body was jangling with desire mixed with pain as the vibrations teased her throbbing bud continuously and so she pleaded with her mistress to switch the machine off.

"I might consider it, slave, when I come myself," Lydia replied, squirming a little as Jack's tongue twirled gently round her bulging clit. She could feel the pleasure starting to sweep up through her and deliberately told her husband to lick at her anal whorl instead, delaying her satisfaction as she cruelly watched her slave girl shudder in agonised delight as another climax rushed through her body.

Lydia waited until yet another orgasm had occurred to her slave before she told Jack that he could lick her clit again. She pushed his head down into her wetness as pleasure started to overwhelm her and then she sighed and shivered as her mind was filled with rapture. Her body seemed to float like a feather in the zephyrous breeze as ripple after ripple of delight flooded into her and the sight of Zoe's tormented face, lips drawn back in a rictus grin of agony, made her own climax even better.

"Please, mistress," sobbed Zoe as she noticed her mistress' pale green eyes stare at her thoughtfully.

"Please what? Please let you have another ten orgasms? Please let Jack slide his cock back into your arse? Please cane your bottom again?" inquired Lydia, pushing her husband's head back down so that he could once again tongue her bottom hole in homage.

"Please release me, mistress," Zoe begged brokenly, body still shivering and shuddering as the devilish magic wand buzzed against her engorged clit.

"Five minutes more at maximum power!" stated Lydia harshly and Zoe sobbed in despair as her mistress bent down and turned the machine up.

Each orgasm became an agony to endure for Zoe. Pleasure was forced out of her body by the pain that flowed into her and yet, even that, because of her perversity, was, in a way, delightful. Three more powerful surges of sexual desire rushed through her, making her whole body judder and she squealed as if she was being tormented then cried, tears cascading down her cheeks as finally the machine was switched off.

"Sometimes too much pleasure can be painful as well," remarked Lydia, pushing Jack away before she removed his cock ring and told him to stand in front of Zoe. Staring out blearily through a veil of tears, Zoe blenched as she felt Jack's bulbous knob press against her lips. It had just been up her own bottom and she could see the slippery secretions on his purple flesh and wondered if they came from her own insides. She opened her mouth obediently though and stifled a sob of shame as her mistress told her to suck.

Lydia smacked her husband's buttocks, driving his cock further into Zoe's open mouth until her slave girl was half-gagging on the thickness in her throat. She whispered in Jack's ear to control himself, knowing that he was close to coming as his body shivered and shook with desire. Pleasure flowed through her as she looked down at Zoe's tear-stained eyes and the hard cock thrusting in and out of her stretched lips. She stopped spanking Jack and ran her hand down the crack of his bottom then wiggled her index finger in between his reddened cheeks and found his tight anal whorl. A gasp shot out of his mouth as she slowly inserted her finger up into his anus and then the tip found his prostate gland and his whole body quivered.

"Out of her mouth and come, Jack. Girl, push your tongue out as far as you can!" Lydia commanded then smiled as she watched her husband's cock pulse powerfully as soon as it left the warmth of the girl's lips.

Jet after jet of creamy spunk flooded out and inundated Zoe's face. Some landed in her hair, staining the darkness with a white streak. Thick strands covered her cheeks and nose and some even got in her eyes whilst more dripped down and covered her pink tongue with a white coating.

"Keep that tongue out until I tell you to swallow, slave!" snapped Lydia, teasing her husband's prostate with her finger to extract every last drop of his semen. He groaned as another dribble of whiteness leaked from his now dwindling erection and slowly spiralled down like spider silk onto Zoe's outstretched tongue. Lydia eventually pulled her finger out of her husband's anus then made him lick it clean while he knelt for her obediently. After that, she played with the spunk on Zoe's face, rubbing some of it into the girl's skin or coating her fingers with the slipperiness then making Jack lick it off. Eventually, after several minutes, she told Zoe to swallow and, tongue aching, the girl was relieved to comply despite the cloying saltiness of the spunky coating.