This story contains elements of consensual sexual humiliation and degradation. The theme of body modification continues to be explored. In this chapter, the specter of corporal punishment also emerges. If this is not your cup of tea, please go read something else. If you enjoy the story, please consider leaving a comment or send me a note. I do so enjoy hearing from the readers.
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The blackness behind the blindfold was absolute. Victoria Reynolds knelt in her own private universe of darkness. She could hear Marta circling her slowly, sizing her up. She imagined how odd she must look to her old friend. She was naked, collared and leashed in her own foyer. A large silicone butt plug protruded from her anus. She felt the familiar tug of the heavy steel rings adorning her labia and nipples. The heavy brass lock swayed lazily between her legs.
The slave felt eyes upon her and remained perfectly still. In a moment, she sensed movement in front of her, then felt a slight tug as the bell hanging from her left nipple ring was flicked lightly. It chimed musically before falling still. A moment later, a firm hand cupped her bare vulva appraisingly, jingling her labial rings and setting the lock in motion. It swayed like a pendulum back and forth between her legs in a neat arc.
"Such a dirty girl," said Marta huskily. "That's a lot of hardware you're toting around there, Vicky."
Silence filled the room once again as Marta continued to circle the kneeling slave middle-aged slave slowly. Victoria heard light footfalls to her left, then was shocked to hear the heavy tread of boots off to her right. She felt a momentary flare of panic. Someone else was here!
"Oh, I see you've heard we have a guest," said Marta silkily. "I hope you don't mind, but I brought my date from last night over to share in the fun," said Marta casually, reaching down and removing the envelope from the slave's mouth.
Victoria licked her lips.
"No, of course I don't mind, Miss Marta," said Victoria eagerly. Remembering the contents of the letter, she plastered a smile on her face for good measure. The blindfold felt heavy across her eyelids.
"I like that...Miss Marta," murmured the older woman, holding up the envelope. "Has a nice ring to it, don't you think, hole?"
"Yes, mistress," replied a soft voice off to the left.
Victoria heard Marta snap her fingers once, then came the rustling sound of clothing being removed quickly.
Marta walked up to Victoria, then reached down and cupped her chin with her left hand.
"I brought along my latest slave. She's a straight girl from the university I'm turning. Young people nowadays are so adventurous. I named her hole because those are her best features, three warm, wet holes for me to use. Isn't that right, hole?"
"Yes, mistress," came the same quiet voice.
Marta leaned down until her face was only inches from Victoria's.
"She's currently serving as my ass-slave," she whispered. "Do you know what an ass-slave is, Vicky?"
"No, Miss Marta," replied the middle-aged slave, trembling slightly now.
Although she had known Marta was into the lifestyle, Victoria was taken aback by the primal, authoritative presence of her old friend and the ease with which she had assumed total control. It had been less than a minute since she walked into the room, but already it was clear that Rebecca was a mere novice compared to this much more seasoned mistress. Unconsciously, the slave leaned back slightly.
"An ass-slave is a new slave who's tongue is not yet clever enough for my pussy, so all she gets is ass," whispered Marta harshly into Victoria's left ear. "Tell me, Vicky. Is your tongue good enough for my pussy?"
"Yes...I mean I hope so, Miss Marta," croaked the kneeling slave.
"We shall see," said Marta cooly, releasing the slave's chin and patting her head lightly.
Victoria heard Marta take three heavy steps, then heard the cushion squeak as she took a seat in the overstuffed arm chair against the wall. There came the sound of paper tearing as the dominatrix opened the envelope.
"It says I'm supposed to read it out loud," said Marta flatly.
The kneeling slave said nothing. She braced herself for what was to come.
"Dear Marta," began the older woman in a calm, assured voice.
"My name is Rebecca Morris and your neighbor, Dr. Victoria Reynolds, is my pet cunt.
We have met several times, but you may not remember me. I am a second year surgery resident at University Medical Center. Approximately six months ago, I was approached by Victoria with an unusual proposal.
You may be shocked to learn that your old friend is what is colloquially referred to as a cuckquean. If you are not familiar with the term, a cuckquean is a wife who gets off on the idea of her husband having sex with another woman. Not only that, she actually goes out and gets the women and brings them home for her husband. Victoria has been living this lifestyle for about two years.
Dr. Reynolds asked me to participate in their arrangement and I assented, so for the past several months I have been having sex with her husband, Thomas on a regular basis. On these occasions, Victoria serves us both as our sex slave. She licks me to get me wet, then sucks her husband's cock until he is hard enough to fuck me. Sometimes, I let Victoria watch, but usually I have her kneel in the corner, facing the wall as we make love. When we are done, Victoria always eats her husband's semen out of my vagina, then licks his penis clean."
Marta paused in her reading and looked down at the blindfolded slave.
"Is this true, Vicky? Of course I remember Rebecca. She's that cute young doctor you're always bringing around. Are you really her slave? She's sleeping with your husband?" she asked in open astonishment.
"Yes, Miss Marta," said the slave glumly, feeling a flush creep down from her ears to the nape of her neck.
Marta stared hard at her neighbor for several beats, then looked back down at the letter and continued to read.
"Early on, Dr. Reynolds discovered she enjoyed being submissive to the women she procured for her husband. Over the years, she has blossomed into a quite capable slave. She has also developed a intense fetish for humiliation and degradation. Sometimes I wonder if she has any limits at all. No matter how badly I treat her, she always comes back for more. She is ever the obedient slave.
To illustrate her servility, I direct your attention to her tattoo and body jewelry. I had her vagina marked and pierced about four months ago, the same time I had her nipples skewered. I have been applying progressively heavier rings and weights to her labia and nipples in order to stretch them and thereby make Victoria less sexually attractive to her husband. Victoria has done this of her own free will and even does stretching exercises by herself every day."
Marta paused again and looked over at the kneeling slave.
"Crawl over here, Vicky and stand up. I want to have a closer look, please," said Marta briskly.
The slave fell forward onto her hands, then crawled quickly toward the sound of Marta's voice. When she was close, she reached out blindly with both hands until she found Marta's heavy boots, then stood on shaky legs. She spread her legs as wide as possible and thrust out her pelvis, lacing her hands behind her head as she always did for inspection.
Marta bent down and wordlessly examined the slave's crotch for a long minute, then reached out and gently tugged on the heavy lock, stretching the delicate inner labia taught. They extended a good six inches below the vertex of the slave's thighs. Victoria whimpered slightly, but held her position.
