"Are you absolutely sure that this is what Allison told you she wanted us to do?" I asked Tammy for what must have been the eighth or tenth time since arriving at Myra's.
"Yes, silly. Now calm down or I'll have to calm you down myself before the fun starts and that could reduce the amount of fun you're likely to have later," she giggled, clearly enjoying herself far too much.
I was going to have to ask Allison to give her a good spanking later so I could watch and get a little revenge. Judging by the way Allison and Myra's toy collection had grown since my last visit, they certainly had all the materials to do the job properly... and anything else I think of. I didn't even know what some of the newer sex toys were even used for!
If I really understood things correctly, this was the situation. Since the start of Allison's final bit of road to full recovery, Myra had begun to redirect some of their latest efforts to effecting some sort of a treatment for herself. She had apparently surrendered complete and utter trust to Allison and they returned to the Serpent's Lair, this time with Myra the willing subject in the tank. Each day they would review results, suggest new options and plan the scripts she would create for Allison to use in treatment the next day.
Yes, doses of Batch #31 (there were now only 3 vials left now) featured in Myra's self-treatment.
I wondered what sort of Frankenstein monster it could create, especially at the hands of a self-admitted hopeless slut, and was frankly quite alarmed but Tammy stopped me short. There wasn't one word Allison had uttered into her drugged pliable subject that hadn't been pre-screened and reviewed a week in advance. Myra had been very busy apparently during her sabbatical and had everything planned as much as possible in advance. If everything worked right tonight, this would be the evening of Myra's own 'big breakthrough, that she has been resisting'.
Tammy had visited a few of the sessions at the Lair, seen some of the large script binders and had assisted Allison for a few days there this week (I had thought the women were all out shopping together as usual). Our presence here tonight, mine especially, would be critical and my orders were firm; I must remain hidden, silent, and remain undiscovered unless ordered specifically to appear.
Myra's walk-in closet, a 70's added renovation to her 1910's semi-Victorian style house, featured grillwork above the closet door to let air in, and let us see out, once we borrowed a small stepladder from the kitchen pantry. The grill gave an excellent view of the bedroom and we would easily be able to see and hear everything that occurred. We padded the stepladder with towels to muffle its sounds in the event it squeaked or creaked audibly under our weight.
It was about this time I discovered two of Myra's minor new secrets. She now owned a green 'Set' dress to match Allison's and Tammy's and also had her own LBD silk dress with the same matching stiletto fuck me pumps as the other girls. Faced with their discovery, Tammy admitted both outfits had been bought quite awhile back and had indeed been worn on numerous occasions.
Grabbing firm hold of a squirming nipple ring (Tammy was trying to escape further questioning), I obtained several more confessions under duress and prolonged torture. I also started rubbing her crotch under her dress which was protected by only a thin pair of crotchless panties. Eventually she confessed that on her last visit they had driven Myra to buy her LBD and the shoes and the three then wore their outfits while out together that night. They become so aroused that they abandoned any thoughts of clubbing (just as well or they might have been gang raped by any men seeing them) and soon ended up making love together in front of the fireplace in Myra's living room, never quite actually bothering to take their outfits off.
Tammy also confirmed that phone sex between the three of them had been a regular, weekly occurrence for quite some time over many months, and often involved Myra listening in on the bedroom phone while Allison and Tammy had engaged in prolonged bouts of lesbian sex. Once Allison had even hidden the phone so that Myra could listen in while Allison, Tammy I and engaged in sex together.
"She loves you deeply but she won't admit it. She loves Allison just as much and can only just barely admit that either. The silly woman just needs to realize that she loves you both and you both love her just as much. Everything else can be straightened out while in bed." Tammy whispered as we heard Myra's car and we moved into our hiding position.
We snuck a last kiss and mutual fondles and we froze into silent watchfulness at the sexual psychodrama that was about to begin.
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Allison and Myra entered the room and kissed deeply, their hands wandering freely over the others breasts and asses. Allison then pushed Myra away sharply and ordered Myra "Prepare the bedroom, then strip and wait for me!"
Allison left the bedroom and went across the hall to the guest bedroom where she kept most of her clothes and things while living at Myra's. Myra immediately began to prepare the bedroom.
She lit numerous candles around the room, put into the bedside CD-player/alarm clock a disc that started up at once, filling the room softly with a gothic metal sound that suggested lonely moors, dungeons and damsels in considerable distress. Next Myra pulled from under the bed a large bag of toys and fetish clothing items. The toys arrayed, she stripped naked, and grasping a riding crop in her mouth she knelt in front of the bed with her arms placed behind her.
"Oh, this is going to be even better than I thought!" Tammy huskily whispered, placing a one hand into her crotch and the other gently tugging on one of her nipple rings.
Allison returned to the bedroom wearing only a leather corset and high heel boots. Her smooth cunt and pierced tits were well exposed and glistened slightly in the candlelight. She took the whip from Myra's mouth and gently kissed her and standing upright delivered a succession of fairly gentle blows to the tops and sides of Myra's breasts. Myra cried out softly but didn't move a muscle and after a few moments a sensation other than that of discomfort seemed to cross her face. Allison stopped for a moment inspected her work and then gave a last few strokes. She then stooped again and gave her willing slave girl a deep kiss and addressed her.
"Bring me your corset!" Myra did and it was soon fastened it onto her, securing her arms firmly and locking them into position behind her. Allison gave her next order.
"Assume the position Big Lips, I am VERY angry with you. You made cow eyes at my man at dinner tonight, then spent the rest of the evening looking at my girlfriend's tits, and when I let you suck on them briefly you didn't stop when I ordered and even had the temerity to beg to lick her clit without permission. I can't be having that." Myra kneeled at Allison's feet her mouth kissing the black leather boots begging forgiveness from her Mistress.
Allison continued, "Your problem Big Lips is that you are a slut! You love being a slut, and you want secretly keep being a slut, hoping your Mistress will keep letting you do nasty little sluttish things, don't you? I at least have an excuse for being a slut, I got turned into one against my will, but you actually are envious of me and
want
to be a shameless slut yourself."
Myra cried her agreement begging her Mistress, "Please, I do want to be slut, to please and obey you, to feel your whip and know that you love me." Allison tenderly gave Myra's slighting reddening ass some caresses with her riding crop. The crop looked familiar, I'm sure that it was the one that May had given me.
"Since you are determined to be a shameless nasty little slut, Big Lips, I guess you're going to have to dress the part... but you know that you'll have to be punished."
With that Allison opened a dresser draw and pulled out a pair of stocking and a garter belt. She directed the well chastised girl to first stand as she slid up the garter belt and then to lie on her back on the bed as she slid each stocking Myra's leg and thighs to be snapped into place by the garter belt. I approved of Allison's choice, the garter belt of course was one of custom order silk embroidery ones with "Slut" on the front, I assumed that "Anal Whore" or something like it was featured on the back. I had never seen the stockings before, they were of dark knit and each leg featured the word "Slut" many times in very readable print.
"There! My slut is dressed properly now but is she ready to act the part? Ready to wear this proudly out in public and show off your tits and nicely shaved cunt to everyone you meet? I don't think so! I think my Big Lipped Cunt is all look and no show. She flirts and kisses their lips and nipples, rubs their legs and dreams of big fat cocks, big pierced titties and wet juicy cunts for her to lick, but never does anything to get them. You dream of those fat cocks, especially my lover's big fat cock, don't you? You used to fuck him, while I was away, didn't you? Tell me, tell me how much you loved to fuck him, right here in this very bed too, wasn't it? And with your other female lovers sometimes with you too but your Mistress isn't good enough to share your lover with now. You'd rather run back home wishing for your Daddy."
With this statement Allison began mercilessly caressing Myra's pubic region including her clit, and gently but firmly, applied a few whacks to the public mound, cunt and thighs of her quivering and pleading slave, but Allison was little inclined to show any mercy whatsoever and soon the entire region was a soft glowing rosey pink. Myra's tears were not that of pain, her nipples were rock hard and her eyes glowed with lust.
"Don't you even think about wanting to cum, I'm not going to let you. I bet every time you and Pete fucked you just laid there and thought of your darling daddy, or was it your big brother that filled your slutty young tight girly cunt the tightest?" Allison, without missing a stroke, switched her attention to Myra's breasts and gently but soundly thrashed them both were also a glowing a delicious cherry red in the flickering candlelight.
The CD's background music had begun to add the sounds of the crackle of whips, iron chains and the orgasmic cries of captive maidens being delightfully tormented and ravished. Beside me Tammy had slipped out of her dress and was wearing only her own 'Slut' embroidered garter belt and sheer plain stockings. Her fingers were twiddling and mashing her clit and cunt as fast as she could and she put her other hand in her mouth to stifle her cries. I hadn't figured Tammy for the whips and chains type, and she actually really wasn't big into that. She told me later that she was just utterly delighted to see strong and self-secure Myra begging for love and admitting that her sex life was a disaster.
