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The Birthday Gift - Part 2
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The Birthday Gift: Part Two (Saturday Morning 1:00 am)
Josie undressed slowly, carefully laying out her garments on
the bed, to be taken care of earlier. She was now totally nude,
except for the clamshell case strapped to her thigh. She picked
up a black cire bustier from the bed and laced it up; it squeezed
her breasts together and jutted them out. Next came matching cire
panties and a pair of skintight black lycra open-fingered gloves
that went up to the elbow. Satisfied with her appearance in the
mirror by the bed, she sat down and pulled on a pair of shiny
patent leather high-heeled boots. To complete the outfit, she
took out a long, pointed dagger and scabbard, which she buckled on
to her right leg, right above the boot. Finally, she picked up an
ornate riding crop and tested it by putting the strap around her
wrist and flicking it through the air. It made a loud cracking
sound as it struck the bed.
As she checked her lipstick and makeup in the mirror, Josie
heard a car pull up in the driveway. She looked out the window;
it was the limousine. She watched as the chauffeur got out and
opened the rear door. Trish emerged, said something to him, and
went to the door.
Josie stood at the top of the stairway, riding crop in hand.
"Patricia."
Trish looked up. "Mistress!"
Josie beckoned with her finger. "Come here."
Trish came up, her eyes devouring Josie. "Perfect," she
purred. She held out her hand to Josie, who deftly avoided it.
"Follow me," was all Josie said. She led Trish to the guest
bedroom and opened the door.
"You'll find your new clothes laid out on the bed," she said.
"Remove every item you have on now, and put on the new things."
She closed the door and sat down on a Louis XIV chair, the riding
crop in her lap.
Trish took some time figuring out the ringed collar and
matching lock bracelets and anklets, but in a few minutes she
stood before Josie in an outfit similar to hers, sans weaponry.
"Is this satisfactory?"
Josie stood and tightened up Trish's bustier, noting the
swelled nipples. She opened a dresser drawer and took out a
silver ball gag and several chains, which she handed to Trish.
"Don't put them on yet," Josie admonished her.
She opened the door and led Trish down the stairs, through an
elegant living room, and to a large wooden beam door bearing an
open iron lock. She removed the lock and swung the door open.
Trish went through and Josie followed, closing the door. There
was another stairway, dimly lit, leading down into a cellar.
Trish looked around at the various equipment: A large metal brace
from which several chains dangled, a gleaming silver sex chair
padded in the appropriate places, several ornate chairs, and a
surgical cart covered by a black satin sheet. The shining floor
was equipped with shackle holders at regular intervals.
While Trish examined her surroundings, Josie hit a switch on
the wall, causing the brace to lower. It stopped a foot above her
head, the chains waving slightly.
"Raise your arms," Josie commanded her. She took the
apparatus that Trish held from her and attached chains to the
bracelets on her arms. Trish was beginning to breathe hard.
"Now, line your feet up with the shackles on the floor."
Trish's stiletto-clad feet spread out, and Josie hooked up chains
to her anklets. Trish looked out in front of her and saw her
image in a large mirror on the wall. She sighed, but was
otherwise completely silent.
Josie went back to the switch and hit it again. The brace
began to rise, causing Trish arms and legs to stretch outward.
Josie carefully let the brace go just high enough to serve her
purposes without discomforting Trish, then stopped it.
She now took the ball gag and unhooked it. Trish's mouth
opened to an O as Josie slid it over the top of her head. Trish's
red lips covered the ball, and her nostrils flared as Josie
secured it. She moaned softly when she looked at her image in the
mirror; her nipples were now as large as cherries.
Josie went over to the surgical cart and uncovered it. Trish
inhaled sharply when she saw the instruments, her eyes wide open.
Josie picked up a small, curved silver dildo that glistened
in the dim light. As Trish watched intently, she lubricated it
with some mineral oil, then teasingly fellated it.
Suddenly, she reached down to her scabbard and in one move
unsheathed the dagger. Trish's body shook, the chains rattling.
Kneeling down, Josie slid the sharp tip of the cold blade beneath
Trish's G-string and cut it, letting it fall to the floor. Her
eyes on Trish's, she replaced the dagger in its sheath.
Going behind Trish, she knelt again and put her palm on
Trish's smooth ass. She put her middle finger in her mouth and
drew it out as Trish watched, then placed the tip of it against
Trish's anus. Trish consciously relaxed, and when Josie felt it
was time, she slid her finger cautiously into Trish, who moaned
again. Josie then removed it, and put the tip of the dildo up to
Trish's ass. It slid in quite easily, and Trish writhed with
pleasure against the pressure.
Josie stood and went back in front of Trish. She stroked her
engorged, rock-hard nipples and smiled. "Now, darling," she said,
"time to find out if you're into the philosophy, or just the
fashion."
She picked up a thin black cord and wrapped it around Trish's
neck in a constricting noose, tying it off on a hook above and
behind Trish. Trish's eyes darted in anticipation, but she made
no sound.
Josie's hand went down to the clamshell case on her thigh and
flicked it open. She took out two small gold spring vises.
Opening it with her fingers, she held it up to Trish's right
nipple and let it close slowly. Trish inhaled sharply again, her
body shaking.
Josie applied the other vise to Trish's left nipple and the
other woman mewed quietly and began to pant through her nostrils.
Her body arched slightly, and Josie could see that she was
clearly, strongly aroused.
Josie cupped Trish's breast in her hand and felt its weight.
With her other hand, she rubbed Trish's thigh.
"How does it feel to be totally bound, darling?"
Trish shook her head, yes.
"And the dress? The tight lycra gloves, the shiny boots, the
shackles?"
She nodded again, yes!
Josie let her fingers ride gently over Trish's silky mons
venus. "Being completely dominated by another woman; that's been
a fantasy of yours, hasn't it?"
Yes...yes.
"And the ball gag. You like that, don't you, Patricia, your
lips spread out against your will, gagged and hanging in midair."
...Yes.
Josie turned and saw the image of the two of them, she
standing before Trish, her hands caressing, probing. "Being
filled -- except for that one, important orifice."
Trish's eyes pleaded with Josie.
Josie leaned down and ran her tongue around Trish's nipple.
"Not yet, darling," she said seductively. "That comes...later.
For now, it would only distract you." She touched Trish's
throbbing mons again. "You're on the verge, now; that would only
send you over, and I don't want that." Her finger found Trish's
clitoris almost by accident; she pressed playfully, and Trish's
body shook the brace.
Josie rose. "Careful, darling," she cooed. "We still have
the matter of a...punishment." She paused, then looked deeply
into Trish's eyes. "Concentrate on the pain, Patricia. Feel the
vises gripping your nipples. Feel the humiliation of hanging
there, to be done with at my whim. Watch yourself, as you crave
my affection..."
Josie picked up the riding crop by the door and whacked it
against her open palm. Trish's eyes followed its movement.
"This," Josie said, looking right at her, "is for disobeying
my order against talking to the driver." She went behind Trish,
and as the other woman's eyes opened even wider, she raised the
crop and brought it down whistling violently on Trish's ass.
There was a loud whack! and Trish's body shook on the brace. She
moaned louder, and her eyes fluttered.
WHACK! a second time; Trish let out a high-pitched sound.
Vaginal fluid seeped down her legs. Josie brought the crop down
again with all her might...WHACK!!!
Trish's body began to convulse. Her back arched sharply. She
caught Josie's eyes in the mirror and nodded, again!
Josie brought the crop down as hard as she could, and as the
sharp tongues struck Trish she leaned her head forward, the noose
tightening. Her body shivered, then bucked. Her hands fluttered
ineffectually against the shackles, and when Josie slashed the
crop up between her legs, her lips enveloped the ball and she
moaned gutterally. She stayed suspended that way for almost two
full minutes as a massive orgasm racked her body, then she slumped
forward, panting heavily.
Josie removed the dildo, which slid out smoothly, and untied
the noose. She then undid the nipple vises and the shackles on
Trish's legs, noticing that Trish was still coming. Josie
expertly unhooked the ball gag and set it on the table, then
slipped her arm around Trish's waist as she disconnected the
shackles on her arms. Trish flung her arms around Josie's neck
and let Josie carry her to a comfortable chair in the corner.
Trish drew up her legs, and her head fell back, a smile on
her lips; she was unconscious.
Josie stood erect and ran her hand smoothly along the curve
of Trish's body, up to the undersides of her hot and heavy
breasts. She too was intensely aroused; her hands went up to her
own breasts and caressed them, but she fought the urge to rub
herself. "Later," she murmured. "Later."
She went to the table and picked up a small note pad. She
read to herself:
1. The Punishment
2. The Tables Turned
3. The Pleasure Pit
4. The Execution
5. The Pool
6. Return
Josie went to the wall and picked up an elegant French
telephone. "Elizabeth? Josephine. Our young friend is fast
asleep. Have Catherine come down and bring her to the next
scene."
She hung up the phone and looked over at the sleeping
Patricia. "Darling," she said, "will you enjoy giving as much as
receiving?"
*** END OF PART TWO ***
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