Alma sat in silence as the two other women talked animatedly. She was blushing hotly, and her panties were soaked. Why, why do I have to be this way?
Lynn had just told Elva the story of how she chased poor Alma while Alma was Rollerblading naked and whipped her with a cane, and by some miracle, Alma hadn't fallen over.
"I do love embarrassing her!"
"That's hilarious." Elva said with a smile. "I did something like that once with a psychologist I was seeing. She'd taken me to the Virgin Islands, and I got miffed about something, and shaved her head."
Westlynn sipped her Chardonnay. "Seriously? Her head?"
"I thought about doing it with this one, later on" Elva said, waving her fingers at her ex-girlfriend.
Westlynn, known by many as Lynn, had just apprised Elva of her recent humiliation of Alma, Elva's former submissive.
Alma had suffered through the experience. Lynn had gone out and picked up a drunken redneck loser, a MAN, and had brought him back to Alma's place, where Alma had expected a visit from Lynn, by herself.
Lynn had caned the hick in front of Alma when she protested, and then she'd allowed Jim-Bobby to put out his Marlboro on Alma's left breast, before popping the butt in Alma's mouth to swallow.
It had been such a shock to Alma, who was so proud of her pretty rose tipped nipples, and thought that Lynn, like others who had had the privilege to touch them, would have some value...
And to let such a piece of bilge water as this redneck creature burn his cigarette on them...her spectacular breasts!
But the humiliation had driven her crazy with lust.
The next morning, Alma, still smarting from this betrayal, had served them breakfast in bed, and when the mouth-breather had complained that his English muffin wasn't toasted right...
Lynn had given him permission to use his belt on Alma's bare buttocks. Really.
She'd had to strip and grab her ankles. And then she'd had to blow this idiot.
And then, Lynn had gotten out the wheeled cart that they were using in the Slave Races.
Buttermilk Falls was competing against Cooper's Hill and Sandhurst, and urging Alma with the whip, had forced Alma to drag them around the block, stark naked, while it was still early dawn.
Now, her former mistress was delighted with the details of Alma's humiliation, and was telling the psychologist story, which Alma had heard before.
"So anyway, Tisha thought it was just a getaway, you know, for the two of us, and she was willing to have her head shaved. And, she took it in good spirits when I branded an "E" on her ass.
"My God." Lynn said as she snapped her fingers, and Alma re-filled her wine glass.
"But then I had members of her group therapy...the one she ran in Skokie, Illinois, where I was living at the time, flown up, and they came into the hotel room and watched as I put Tisha through her paces. It was truly a riot."
"My God, they must've fired her as a shrink."
"No, it just made the future sessions more interesting. So fucking hilarious."
Elva tossed her tight red curls and speared a shrimp. "So Alma didn't take it well when you brought in Roscoe, or whatever his name was?"
"Well, as you probably know, she's a bit of a control freak. But her behavior's gotten a lot better since I locked her in the chastity belt. You bought her a good one."
Alma began sobbing silently.
She was so embarrassed. She had told Elva in a rage, when her lover dumped her, that she was no longer interested in S&M anyway, or being a lesbian.
She'd attempted to make Elva feel badly about her own gayness, and the kinky side...
But now Lynn was apprising Elva of recent activities.
"I know Alma is a hopeless dyke, lipstick lez that she may be." Elva said with a smile. "We dated for four years, and lived together for the last sixteen months."
"But she's weirdly so ashamed of it. I mean, I wasn't even bi until Alma seduced me, she's been that way for years, and I'm not ashamed of it now, and of course Alma's terribly embarrassed by that, and that she's a submissive."
"You tend to puncture that ego, I understand."
"Yes, it's a joy of mine."
Alma couldn't believe they were having this horribly humiliating conversation.
But really, Alma wanted to run in the bathroom and masturbate, but of course her clit was locked in the fucking chastity belt.
It had been Alma's idea to get the two women together, but she was wondering if this had been a mistake.
Before dinner, they had put Alma through her paces, made her do jumping jacks while they thrashed her tits, and locked her in old fashioned stocks and whipped her butt that was sticking out...
They'd tested her ability to be human furniture. Alma had, at least to her own satisfaction, held a plate of cheese and crackers on her back while pretending to be a coffee table.
But she'd collapsed after Elva had propped her feet on Alma's neck.
This had caused Lynn to be embarrassed, and Lynn had taken it out of Alma with a thorny bramble branch from the back yard.
And worse now, was this business of comparing notes. Ugh!
"It's important for a submissive to realize that they are just minor league in your life. One way is to cheat on her constantly, and the other is to humiliate at every turn, you know what I mean?"
"Alma did tell me that you invited her old friends from prep school-"
She's my Mistress, but poor Lynn doesn't know that truly classy people call it boarding school, Alma thought impetuously.
"Oh yeah, the debutante group. She'd told me that she had a rivalry with some other girl, stole her fiancée and then dumped him, so I had to humiliate her just a bit."
Alma wondered if Elva had forgotten the second part-that Elva had invited the waitress at the bun-shop that the girls had frequented, and had the lady pee on Alma...
And then (So fortunate that Alma intercepted the letters and burned them) several of the other girls fell in love with Elva and fell hard.
They all begged her to be THEIR Mistress...four different, disinterested letters.
