Service with a Smile

It's now been eight days since Holly last had an encounter. I planned to have an early dinner around six with my slave Katie serving it and then continue Holly's introduction to D/s. At five o'clock, just as Holly should have been leaving work, I sent her a text summoning her for a 7:15 "lesson" tonight. I was in a playful mood when I sent it, so in addition to the text "Blondie, come. My house. 7:15 tonight," I added a picture of a woman bent over with her hands on her knees, her jeans and panties down around her thighs, a belt striking her bottom, and "Don't be tardy," just above her bottom. I think Holly will get that message.

I demand that my house be kept very clean. Not obsessively clean, but clean like I have a full-time maid running around just to clean things. Which in a way I do; I have Slutty, a full-time slave instead of a maid. When I come to the table for supper, I can see my kitchen, and that it's not quite as clean as I'd like it. I know Katie will clean it long before she eats her own supper, that the little mess is only because she didn't want to be late getting my plate served. But it's as good of an excuse as any to "discipline" Katie. She needs to be kept on her toes.

I scold her for the mess and tell her "we'll discuss that after I eat." it has the desired effect of making sure Katie pays special attention to everything as she serves my meal. Which she does wearing the "waitress uniform" I have for whenever she's serving a meal; it's a very small white lace apron that barely covers her shaven pubes, exposing her hips and a good slice of her thighs as well as all of her bottom. Tied with a big bow at the small of her back. That apron is the extent of her uniform, leaving her otherwise nude.

By the time I'm finished, Katie has the kitchen spotless, a plate made for herself and covered up in the fridge. She knows she won't get to eat until after we've "discussed" her sloth. If then. Rising up, I pull the apron from her and set it on the counter, then I lightly pinch a nipple. Hanging onto it, I tell her "come along, slutty," and lead her into the playroom.

As long as I've owned her, I know exactly what Katie likes and what she doesn't. I also know what gets her hot and what doesn't, and the two aren't always in agreement. Sometimes, what gets her the hottest is something she doesn't like very much, or at all. Those things, to me anyway, make perfect "punishments" for Katie. Because I know she'll hate them, but also that she'll love them.

I hand her a pair of thick and wide leather cuffs and tell her to fasten them around her ankles. I have Katie get down on all fours, then take hold of her shoulder length hair and use it as a leash to walk her a few short steps to where I want her, roughly in the center of the room. Above her, there are a pair of eyelets in the ceiling, about five feet apart, anchored into a main beam that holds up the roof. I already have a heavy hot-pink rope strung through each eyelet, one end hanging down to the floor. I securely tie the end of a rope to each of the cuffs. The other end I pull taunt, then attach to an electric winch that saves me doing the heavy lifting. I slowly start taking in the ropes. As I do, Katie's ankles are raised up off the floor. Then her knees, leaving her with only her hands to support herself. She walks them back as the ropes slowly continue their rise, lifting her up.

I stop when the top of her head is hanging about three inches over the floor, her dark shoulder-length hair still on the ground. It's low enough that her hands are still on the floor, helping her keep herself steady. But not only are her legs pulled up, but they're also being pulled apart, spreading her feet so widely that I can see the tendons at the creases of her thighs stretching.

I get another couple of short lengths of the hot pink rope and tie it securely around each of her wrists. I bring her right wrist up behind her back and tie it to her left arm at her elbow. Then her left wrist gets tied to her right elbow. And now she has no way to steady herself or to do anything but hang there by her spread legs.

Katie is a very petite woman. Hanging like that, her pussy is no more than about three feet over the floor. And her widely stretched legs leave every bit of her smooth mound fully bared. I leave her hanging there for a moment while I get a decently-sized vibrating butt plug and put a little lubricant on its tip. Then I spread her tight rounded little cheeks and push it gently, but firmly, into her bottom.

Katie sucks a crisp breath, but I know she doesn't mind the toy.

Next, I get a candle that's about two inches fat and maybe eight or nine inches long. I open Katie's silky lips and gently slip the candle down into her pussy until it reaches the very back of it. I leave it there, Katie's muscles holding it snugly in place. Then I light it. And then, I turn the vibrating butt plug on and let it vibrate away inside her.

Katie immediately starts making some needy little moans. Light moans, but definitely needy ones. I kneel down so she can see my face. I still have to look down to see her eyes. "You can just hang around for a bit and think about how naughty you've been."

"Yes, Master," Katie says with a trace of breathiness already in her voice.

I step back and watch her. I watch her body hanging loose and free. I listen to her soft moans. I watch the candle as it's flame burns. I watch as the candle's wax begins to melt. I watch as the first drops of it run down the side of its thick shaft. And I watch as the drops finally reach her tender little lips. And I listen as she squeals when it does. I see her body stiffen with its touch, her wiggling speeding the next drop down the shaft and to her mound.

Then there's the knock at my door. I leave Katie for a minute to answer it, glancing at my watch to see that it's now twelve minutes after seven. Ah, another naughty little slut, I think to myself as I open the door. "Hello, Blondie," I greet my visitor. I didn't tell Holly not to bring anything this time, so I'm not surprised to see the somewhat modest woman standing there in a sleeveless flower-print dress that covers her down to her knees, and black stockings. It looks pretty good on her. "You're early, Blondie. that's a bad girl! I said 7:15 and that's when I want you here. Come." I crook a finger, inviting her into my house.

Holly steps in and then stops, hearing Katie's moans as they grow in urgency, and her squeals as the hot drops continue to land on her sensitive lips. I pretend that I don't hear Katie and that I don't notice that Holly does.

There's a reason I allowed Holly to wear clothes to the door this time. Holly, having only been here once before, hasn't a clue that's significant. I hold my hand out and tell her to give me her purse, a fairly large red one that matches the flowers on her dress. While she stands there quietly, I invade her privacy, root through her purse and get her phone out. Something she's coming to expect me to want to hold onto while she's around me. I take her purse and put it in a little cabinet.

I point Holly to a place in front of my sofa, now covered with a pink blanket. As Holly moves over there, I open the camera app on her phone and set it to record a video. I also turn the sound off so that doesn't get recorded. "Since you seem to like stripping for men, Blondie," I'm referring to her stripping for her husband when she wanted to get him to have sex with her, "Strip. Like a slut." I turn some melodic rock music on, something that's easy to dance to.

Holly starts moving. "Completely naked, Blondie, but there's no need to rush." She starts by kicking her shoes off to the side as she dances and spins around, letting me see the dress hugging her body and her round bottom. She takes her stockings down one at a time, rolling them down her shapely lean legs slowly, then tossing them off by her shoes.

Holly dances a little more, letting me enjoy the sight of those legs from every angle. She starts lifting her dress up slowly. At first, I see her low-cut lacy little black panties, then as the dress continues up, her rhythmically moving hips. She twirls around, letting me see her bottom with just the thin panties covering it, turns back so I can see her smooth flat stomach as the dress inches up further. Her bra, black lace with red silk in its cups, comes into view covering her small mounds. A minute later the dress is up, sliding over her head and joining her shoes on the floor.

She dances a little more, then puts her hands to the waistband of her panties, pulling the front of them down for a brief second to give me a glimpse of the red silk behind the black lace, and her very blond bush. Then they're back up and she's turning to show me her bottom again.

The bra straps come off her shoulder. With one hand across her bra, the other reaching up and running through her long fine hair, the bra inches it's way down until her breasts and very hard nipples are bared. Her hands slip down her hair, then her back until it gets to the clasp of her bra, and releases that. And then her bra is gone.

She dances around in just her panties for a few moments more than she has after shedding anything else. I chalk that up to the panties being the last thing she has to shed. When she does, she slides them down slowly, turning around and around as she does, letting me glimpse them as the bare both her bush and her bottom. And then they're on the pile, too.

She keeps dancing, now naked. I let her go a couple of minutes, watching as her fingertips lightly run up and down her sides. As she caresses her breasts and gently pinches their nipples. As she turns her back to me and softly caresses her bottom. As she does, I wonder if she knows that soon that bottom is going to be very tender itself. She was early after all.

After about five minutes of nude dancing, I stop her and tell her to display herself. Once she's in position, I end the video. I look back through her phone and find all of the pictures, and the one video I've already made of Holly. they're all still on her phone just as I told her to leave them. I Bluetooth them all to my laptop. Then I install an app, a piece of spyware Katie found for me on the darknet, all without Holly having a clue what I'm doing.

I type out a text to her husband, "see what a total slut you married?" and attach the video of Holly stripping, knowing that the pink blanket has done its job and obscured where it was made. And then I turn her phone off, slipping it into my pocket.

"Come along, my naughty little puppy lets get your bottom nicely spanked for not being on time." I take her by her bush, leading her into the playroom.

Holly freezes when she catches sight of Katie hanging here. The candle in her pussy still a very long way from being burned out. Katie yelping as the droplets of hot wax now slips past her lips and into her pinkness. Between yelps, she moans, loud and urgent, far more hungry than she was moaning when I left her there. And I know why. Katie hates the burn of the hot wax, but it gets her unbearably hot as well; hanging there, unable to touch herself is her punishment, and it's one that she can't stand.

I ignore Katie and lead Holly over to a chair. With her standing beside the chair, she has a full view of the array of whips, straps, canes, and paddles I have along the wall beside it. I see her eyes nervously watching me as I work my way through them, pausing at some of the more painful ones just to tease her. I settle on a soft leather strap the size of a ruler, with a wooden handle on it.

A minute later I have Holly over my knees. I touch the strap to her cheeks, rubbing it lightly over her soft skin. "You are going to be a good slave, Blondie. Accept your punishment for not being on time like a big girl. Don't make me hold you down. And don't make me chase that bottom around. Keep it still until I'm satisfied it's sore enough."

"Yes, Master," Holly says with a crack to her voice. She lies over my knees, her hands stretching down to the floor to brace herself. I rub the strap over her bottom a few more seconds before I raise it up about a foot and crack it down on her cheeks.

"EE-OW!" Holly squeals. She stiffens slightly as the strap slaps across her cheeks, leaving a faint pink stripe behind. I give her four more, each the same, each getting a squeal from Holly. The five strokes together turning all of her bottom a faint pink.

I run the tip of a finger over her slit as lightly as I can, barely touching her, and feel her shivering as I do. I feel her pussy getting nicely wet, too. I take my hand and very softly caress her stinging bottom. "Be good girl, Blondie," I warn her, "you have to learn to pay attention to instructions and follow them, or you'll always be over someone's knees."

I give her five more swats with the strap, these just a little easier than the first, darkening the pinkness of her butt just a tiny bit. She yelps again with each. When I take a break, I again trace my fingertip down the line of her slit a couple of times, and then slowly ease it into her pussy, feeling it's wetness and its fiery heat. I give her five strokes there too, these with my finger. These each getting sultry moans instead of yelps. And then I caress her cheeks again.

I give her another set of five. Again, with her bottom already on fire, I ease up just a touch. She yelps more. When I'm done her bottom is no pinker than a light pastel pink shirt would be, a shade I know will fade in well under an hour. I tease her slit again. I stroke my finger into her pussy again. And this time, as my finger leaves her pussy, I move it up. I slide it slowly between her cheeks, letting her feel it, and stop when it's directly over her backdoor. I press it in, slowly and gently, hearing the little strained grunt Holly makes as it slides into her. I bury it fully into her, then give her five strokes there, too. On the fifth, Holly sucks in a crisp breath, and when she lets it out there a light moaning sensuality to her voice. I caress her cheeks again, feeling her flinch with the touch, telling me that her bottom is starting to get very sore.

I give her five more strokes, these fairly easy, just enough to let her feel them, to keep the stinging in her cheeks at its sharpness. And then, to Holly's relief, I tell her to get up onto her knees.

I turn my attention back to Katie, now moaning loud with passionate hunger. She doesn't fool me, I know she watched every stroke of Holly's punishment, just as I wanted her to. And it's obvious that she's so hot she's on fire right now, even as the painful droplets of wax continue landing on her most sensitive places.

I slowly raise Katie up, her hair sweeping across the floor until it's too short to reach it. I stop when Katie's head is about a foot and a half off the floor, her hair just a few inches off of it.

I cuff Holly's hands behind her back. With her on her knees, legs apart, I reach up between her thighs putting two fingers to her furry mound. I stroke it lightly, slowly easing my fingers into her very wet slit, stroking slowly and tenderly on her more sensitive places. It doesn't take two seconds for Holly to start breathing soft purring moans.

"I sent that video of you stripping to your husband," I tell her. I feel her tense up as she hears it, but she's still purring away. "Maybe he'll like it. Maybe he'll want your naughty little bottom when I finally dismiss it." I keep rubbing her slowly, giving her a chance to think about her husband getting that video. Seeing her stripping as a stripper would. Wondering if he's getting hot, getting angry, or maybe both. Wondering if he's smart enough to figure out someone was holding that camera. Wondering how he's going to take it.

"Now for your lesson, Blondie." I take her phone out of my pocket. Turning it on, putting it in do not disturb before it has a chance to ring, just in case her husband is trying to call her. I bring up the video of her masturbating. I took it carefully so that it only showed her pussy, the bottoms of her cheeks, and the very tops of her thighs. Just enough to tell where the camera is, almost all of the frame taken up by her pussy and fingers. I play the little clip for her, even though I'm certain she's already seen it. I type out a text to her husband. "See what happens when I think of you?" I attach the video and let her see me send it. The phone goes back in my pocket.

"Are you ready to cum, Blondie?"

"Yes, Master!" Holly says.

"You'll have to earn it first, Blondie." I point to Katie's hanging body, Katie now moaning loud and urgently; Her shoulders wiggle, even though it speeds the wax along it's way to her pussy. "I think slutty needs a little more foreplay. Go use your mouth, everywhere but her pussy. Be very tender. The hotter you get her, the sooner you get... whatever I feel like doing with you."

Holly knee walks the three steps to Katie and starts planting soft, quick, tentative kisses on Katie's back. As the seconds tick off Holly's confidence grows and her kisses become more tender as she realizes that it's not so gross to kiss a woman's body, at least not her back. I tell Holly to plant those kisses atop Katie's spine, working her way down it from tailbone to neck. With the second kiss, Katie shudders hard, jiggling a good-sized dollop of wax onto her which gets a loud yelp. By the fifth kiss, there's no molten wax left, letting Katie's yelp give way to more moaning.

I let her get away with that for a few minutes before telling her to move along to more intimate, and therefore sensitive, places.

Holly moves around to Katie's front, kissing her stomach and inch her way towards Katie's pert, upside down, B-cup breasts. Holly takes as long as she can to get to them, knowing that once her lips are on breast, there's no pretending she's still a "same-gender encounter" virgin.

I watch as she stalls, kissing around Katie's stomach. I see her tongue circle around Katie's little bellybutton, which gets a giggling squealing moan from Katie, both loving it and tickled by it.

Finally, Holly's mouth gets to Katie's left boob. She starts planting kisses on what's not it's top side, usually, it's oft-neglected underside. Katie gasps out an "Ah!" with each kiss. Holly's kisses there being just as tentative, just as unsure, as before when she first touched Katie. She warms up a little slower but definitely does, realizing that it's still just skin, no matter how much Katie is shivering and gasping out moans from her lips' delicate touch. It takes Holly a couple of minutes to fully accept that this isn't grossing her out, but soon she has Katie's stiff nipple in her mouth, sucking her breast hotly, caressing the steely nub in her mouth with her tongue; which has Katie moaning like a porn star.

With Holly's hands cuffed behind her, she can't get much lower than Katie's breasts without falling over, so she starts back up. She gets mid-way to Katie's navel when Katie suddenly grabs one of Holly's breasts with her mouth, and sucks on it with a desperate hunger, Katie's tongue slowly but so thoroughly caressing Holly's big nipple; which gets Holly moaning out loudly.

Holly, feeling what Katie is doing to her, starts back down, which moves her breast out of Katie's reach. Holly puts her mouth back to Katie's breasts, this time without any hesitancy, and sucks her boob with just as much passion. When she goes back up again, Katie lies like a lioness in wait, stalks her prey, and catches Holly's other breast with her mouth, getting Holly moaning out again. I could swear I see a grin on Katie's face as she sucks on it.

I wait until Holly finally gets her lips up to kissing Katie's silky smooth pubes. That's when I blow the candle out and ease it from Katie's pussy. I put a hand to Holly's head, lightly stroke my fingers through her hair for a minute until Holly starts to go back down. "No." I say softly, with a firm note to my voice. "go up. Get that wax off of her. All of it." I give her head a nudge.