Please read Part 1 first.
Again, if you don't like stories with fetish content in them please look elsewhere. All characters are over 18.
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I caught the 7.30 train home. As it was a Friday and a Holiday weekend, the station and the train were busy. I managed to find a seat opposite a pretty young woman of a similar age. Walking with my sore bottom was difficult enough, but sitting down on the uncomfortable carriage seat turned out to be even harder. I did my best not to move about, but my poor bruised bottom complained at every jolt or point crossing, causing me to wince a lot. I hoped the young woman opposite wasn't watching...
I wanted to be home and out of the public eye.... I wanted to be in my room and wrapped up in a duvet with a comforting mug of soup and a nice romantic period drama on the TV to take me away from my recent experience.
It was dark by the time I got in. The flat, which was situated above the Pharmacy on the corner of Hyde Rd, was in darkness. I was grateful Claire wasn't at home. I was cross with her for humiliating me so much, but nervous that if I confronted her, she would fly into a rage, serve me notice and ask me to move out.
Her absence saved me from that for a while and gave me more time to prepare for when we finally faced each other.
I'd been under a spell from Claire from almost the moment she'd interviewed me for the spare room. She was everything I was not and everything I wanted to be.
She was so confident and so worldly. I was so naive...My sheltered upbringing in the country and ageing mother had denied me exposure to the ways of the world and the discoveries of youth. All I had to show for my 25 years was three A levels, a modest savings account at the Building Society, and my job with the Insurance Company....
Claire on the other hand had been to University, back packed for a year, married, divorced and got herself on a fast track career development programme with the airline. All that and she was a year younger than me too...
If that wasn't bad enough, she had the loveliest heart shaped face, green eyes, lustrous chestnut hair and the figure of a model.
Yes I was blonde ( well not absolutely natural.. ) with blue eyes and a nice bum, but I wasn't in Claire's class. My eyes were too close together, my boobs were too small and my hips and thighs were carrying too much weight.
I'd been an easy target for seduction after moving in.
The limit of my sexual experience, before I moved to London, had been one disgusting event with Jack, the gigolo, at a summer barn dance. The memory of him forcing himself upon me was as fresh now as it had been four years ago. Virginal me, at 21 years old, was pinned to the ground on some damp hay bales behind the barn.
He fucked me with no foreplay...entering me before I was ready. I was dry and so so nervous. I didn't know what to do... He on the other hand knew exactly what he wanted, and I was ripe for the plucking.
It hurt so much I remembered squealing, at least until he forced his hand over my mouth to shut me up.
It wasn't rape. I wanted to lose my virginity so badly that I'd encouraged his advances...
I regretted it afterwards. There had been no pleasure, just pain and anguish. The only evidence, semen and blood stains in the gusset of my best knickers, and a plundered sore vagina.
Somehow I managed to conceal my sinful act from my mother. I'm still not sure how I got away with it, the dress was badly stained.
I fretted for two whole weeks that he'd got me pregnant....the day my period arrived I celebrated by getting drunk on cider and swore no man would ever have his way with me again.
***
Moving in with Claire had initially been like a dream come true. I got this job just outside London. It was a chance to leave my mother's clutches. I moved in with one small suitcase, and Claire took me under her wing.
Having never had a sister or a close girlfriend, being with her was such fun. Those first few months we did lots of girly things. We went shopping, bought clothes, got our nails done, got drunk, ate pizza, watched movies, got drunk again, celeb spotted, went dancing, smoked cigarettes and even smoked cannabis.
I looked forward to the weekend like never before, and enjoyed every hour we were together. Claire didn't give me all her time, she had other friends too, but I got to see her lots. I was happy.
Gradually she started to exert her authority on me. The crucial moment came one Friday night when we got back from the pub. Sitting on the couch watching TV, Claire suddenly pounced on me. She started by kissing me, and then her hands went to work...
I hardly protested. I wanted it too. In a matter of minutes she had me down to just my knickers. We were a breathless tangle of limbs and desire. I had my first orgasm that night. Claire's fingers took me over the edge. From that moment on I wanted nothing more than to be her lover.
She enjoyed playing the dominant role, and I progressively became her willing sub. Each time we went to bed together she pushed my limits a little further.
***
The first thing I did was to go to the bathroom to inspect my bruised behind. Stepping out of my skirt I dropped my briefs to my knees. Looking over my shoulder I could see everything in the large mirror behind the basin.
Considering the pain, I was surprised by how confined the damage was. Each impact of the cane had felt like a white hot rod was being laid across me. Now there were just three angry tramlines across my cheeks. The skin was broken and raised particularly on the right cheek, and there was bruising too. I found some Arnica cream in my sponge bag and applied it gingerly.
***
I must have fallen asleep in front of the television. I woke with a start as I heard the door downstairs slam. I knew it was Claire. She always stomped up the stairs the same way.
I had no time to prepare apart from to tying my dressing gown tight.
"How was Aunt Maud, Anna? She's a striking woman isn't she?..." she said taunting me with the pun.
Claire was swaying slightly in the doorway and the smell of wine that pervaded the air suggested she was pretty pissed.
"How could you Claire? You sent me there under completely false pretences. I thought there might be a job interview and all the time It was about degrading and humiliating me. How could you?"
The tears started rolling down my cheeks.
"Oh come off it Anna. You know you love nothing more than being humiliated. You're my compliant little sub. I bet the whole thing turned you on and your vagina is still dribbling now. Get that dressing gown off and lift up your nightie. I want to see the damage."
Knowing that objecting to this would only cost me, I stood up and slowly undid the dressing gown cord.
"Hurry up Anna." Claire said in an agitated tone. "I'm going to take my coat off and I expect you naked by the time I get back."
I hated it when Claire had been drinking. It always brought out the worst in her. She always became more domineering after a night out. It was alcohol that had fuelled her tying me to the bed down in Sussex.
I wished now I'd gone to bed immediately and not fallen asleep in front of the TV. I could have probably got through till the morning without any further difficulties.
I stood there waiting...naked as required. My nightie I folded up and put on top of the dressing gown. My full white cotton briefs puddled at my feet. The Central Heating was off as it was late, so my skin soon started to get goosebumps from the cold and my little acorn nipples became erect.
Claire took her time. When she finally re- appeared She turned the overhead light on.
"Right, let's get a good look at you," she said sternly.
She'd stripped off her clothes and was naked except for the black leather harness that adorned her waist. A brutish black dildo at least 15cms long poked out from the front of it.
"I had a nice chat with Aunt Maud earlier. She said that she'd enjoyed meeting you and said you were nicely marked. She described your bottom as suitable for further training. That's nice isn't it?"
"Well...I,"
"I didn't want you to answer. Just bend over Anna," she said raising her voice. I turned around so I faced the sofa, and did as I was told.
It was always at about this point, when Claire really started to boss me about, that I started to get turned on, and that evening was no different. The sight of that huge plastic appendage and having to reveal my poor tortured buttocks to Claire undid me...
"Yes they're beautiful aren't they?" Claire mused about my marks as if they were some priceless artefact. Her fingers ran gently over my left cheek, feeling for the raised broken skin of the tramlines. She repeated the motion more slowly over my poor right buttock. This was the one that had taken the most impact and I winced with each touch.
"Stay still." She ordered, as she crouched down behind me so her head was level with my behind. "I want to take a closer look."
She pulled my cheeks apart and insinuated her fingers into my crack.
"There, I knew it. You little hussy. You're absolutely dripping with lust. I bet your knickers are sopping too. I hope you haven't been diddling yourself."
"No!" I was horrified at her suggestion.
I looked down to my feet to see her grab my briefs from under my feet.
"Yuck! They're all gooey Anna. Have you no self control? I'm going to need to photo these so Maud can see what a little slag you are."
"Claire please..." I whimpered. "Can't we just go to bed for a cuddle? Your aunt really laid the cane on hard. I can barely sit down."
"Nonsense Anna. You're hardly marked. I can assure you Aunt Maud has done worse than that. Even I've had rattan marks from her worse than these," and with that she grabbed my poor buttocks with both hands and squeezed them.
I squealed again.... Claire was all over me in a flash and the next thing I knew I was bent over double in front of the sofa with my knickers stuffed in my mouth, the gusset deliberately placed against my tongue. There was a slightly bitter taste...I blushed with guilt.
"Now just keep quiet Anna or I'll go and find my slipper to warm you up some more."
One of her hands grabbed the back of my neck to hold me down, then she used one of her feet to kick my legs apart...
"Right Anna, breathe in..." and in a second I felt the black dildo punch up against my labia and breach my vagina.
"Uugghh," I exclaimed, as the cool plastic slid home and hit my cervix. Claire took no notice and started to pump me with slow deliberate strokes that caused her maximum friction from the base of the dildo.
"There's something so perfectly erotic about shagging you from behind Anna. It always gets me going...."
She rutted me like an animal for the next few minutes. I so wanted relief, but the slapping of the harness on my poor bottom cheeks and the dildo smacking my cervix seemed to douse my desire. Soon she worked up to a crescendo as her orgasm built, and finally with an enormous heave she fell on to me as her legs gave way in ecstasy.
We both fell forward on to the couch, panting heavily.
"That was...great..." she said gasping for air. "Bet you came too you little minx..."
