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The Birthday Gift - Part 3
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The Birthday Gift: Part Three (Saturday Afternoon 12:20 pm)
Josie looked up when Trish walked out onto the patio. She
smiled and offered her a seat. "How do you feel?"
Trish returned her smile. "Funny --" she brought a hand over
her chest -- "but nice. How long did I sleep?"
Josie picked up a cigarette from a glass case on the table.
"About ten hours."
"Good God!" Trish looked around her, suddenly aware of her
surroundings. "Where are we?"
They sat at a table on a wood deck. Behind them, Trish could
see the house, with its stone walls and trimmed hedges. To their
left was a huge pool; to their right, a bubbling jacuzzi. In the
distance, Trish could make out the Intercoastal Waterway. It was
a warm August afternoon.
"We're about ten miles north of Boca Raton," Josie said,
smoothing her hair. She wore a daringly low-cut blue lycra
swimsuit and white gauze robe. In contrast to her outfit, Trish
wore a white blouse and skintight black leather pants tucked into
a pair of high riding boots.
Trish heard a door open behind her and turned around. A
petite blonde-haired young woman walked out, wearing a maid's
dress and carrying a tray of iced teas. She set it down beside
Josie and stood at attention.
Josie looked up at her. "Thank you, Catherine." She held
her cigarette to her lips and Catherine lit it for her. "Trish,
this is my servant. Catherine, I believe you've met my guest."
To Trish: "She helped you to bed last night."
Trish looked up and nodded. "Hello, Catherine."
Catherine nodded slightly. Without looking up, Josie said,
"Offer my guest a cigarette."
Catherine spoke softly. "Would you care for one, mistress?"
Trish nodded yes, and Catherine picked up the glass case and
held it to Trish. Trish took a cigarette and let Catherine light
it for her.
Trish expelled a thin stream of blue smoke. "Thank you."
Catherine turned to Josie. "Will there be anything else,
mistress?"
"No. Leave us now."
Trish watched as Catherine departed, then looked up at Josie.
"Is she your..."
"My slave?" Josie smiled. "Actually, for the weekend, she's
your slave."
"Mine?" Trish thought for a moment. "Interesting."
"Think of it as a tiered arrangement." Josie stood and
slipped her robe off. "I command you, you command Catherine.
Now, I think I'll go for a swim. As for you --" she gave Trish a
delicious smile. "I want you to punish Catherine."
"For what?"
Josie laughed. "You'll think of something," she said, then
dove beautifully into the pool.
Trish sat silently for a moment, smoking her cigarette and
thinking. Despite the ravishing she'd received last night, she
felt a familiar warmth between her legs. Another fantasy...
She rose abruptly and walked indoors. "Catherine!"
Catherine appeared immediately at the stairs. "Yes,
mistress?"
Trish put her hands on her hips and looked Catherine over.
"You're a very gorgeous young girl."
Catherine averted her eyes. "Thank you."
Trish walked around her, noting her curvaceous body. "How
old are you?"
"Twenty five, mistress."
Trish put her hand on Catherine's ass. "Very nice,
Catherine."
"Thank you."
She ran her hand up Catherine's back, felt her warm flesh.
"What are your orders?"
"I am to be your slave."
Trish came around front. "Very well...it's about time you
started." She leaned against the wall. "Touch me."
Catherine used her hands to gently touch Trish's breasts.
She lifted them up and felt their weight.
Trish took Catherine's hands and pressed them hard onto her
bosom. "Like that, Catherine -- or may I call you Cat?"
"Whatever you desire, Mistress."
"Undress me, Cat."
Catherine's nimble fingers undid the buttons to Trish's
blouse and slipped it off, carefully folding it. She knelt and
removed Trish's boots, then slid her soft hands up Trish's thighs
and unzipped her pants, which were so tight they had to be
unrolled. Trish, who was thoroughly enjoying this, saw
Catherine's hands tremble.
"Now the brassiere and panties," Trish commanded.
Catherine unhooked the bra and took it off, then knelt again
and unclasped the panties, pulling them away. She looked up at
Trish, who was now totally nude.
Trish looked down at her. "Now, suck my breasts."
Catherine's eyes lit up, and her lips encircled Trish's left
nipple, her teeth gently tugging. She buried her face in Trish's
chest and purred.
"Harder," Trish told her. "Bite my nipple."
Catherine bit down a little harder and pulled. Trish put her
hands in Catherine's long blonde hair and ran her fingers through
it. "Yes," she said, "harder, Cat, harder..."
Catherine's hand slid up between Trish's legs.
Trish suddenly pulled back. "Stand up." When Catherine
rose, she said, "A little too enthusiastic, Cat. I'm afraid a
little discipline is in order."
"Yes, Mistress Patricia."
"Follow me."
Trish went up the stairs, with Catherine trailing, and into
her room. "Close the door behind you," she commanded Catherine,
and went into the closet.
God, she whispered to herself, this house has everything!
She found a multitude of various instruments, costumes, and items
she could not even identify. There were lace corsets, latex
bustiers, gloves, boots, ropes, handcuffs, vibrators, ball gags...
she even found several anal plugs and an interesting strap-on
phallus. "Hmm," she said to herself, "that looks interesting."
After putting on a pair of the highest stiletto pumps she could
find (apparently everything in here had been measured to fit her)
and the gloves she had worn last night, she carefully strapped the
strange silver device on, finding that the inside tip managed --
quite nicely -- to rest on her clitoris. She looked down at the
nine-inch artificial penis jutting from her pelvis and felt
herself growing very moist.
But she needed something else...looking around the huge
closet, she found a menacing cat o'nine tails against the wall.
That should do, she thought.
When she came out of the closet, Catherine gasped, but her
eyes shone.
"Get undressed," Trish told her. She watched as the other
woman removed her dress, but when she started to unhook her garter
belt, Trish stopped her. "That'll do. Now, kneel in front of
me."
Catherine went down onto her knees.
"How do you like my cock?" Trish said, grasping the base.
"Does this turn you on?"
"Very much," the maid said, looking up at her.
"Then show me how much."
Catherine took the phallus in her mouth and closed her lips
around it. She fellated it with a slow rocking motion that caused
it to massage Trish's clitoris. She increased the pace, but Trish
suddenly broke off. "Now, lie down on the bed -- on your
stomach."
Reluctantly, Catherine stopped and did as she was ordered.
Trish went to her arms and legs, binding them to the posts with
kid leather shackles. She placed two large down pillows beneath
Catherine's stomach, causing her ass to be raised, and leaned into
Catherine. Her tongue darted out and circled Catherine's sex, and
when it made contact with her clit, Catherine emitted a high-
pitched squeal.
Trish leaned back and picked up the whip. She brought it
swiftly down on Catherine's up-ended ass.
"Ohh..." Catherine moaned. Her fingers dug deep into the
soft satin comforter.
Trish paused for a moment, feeling a pure rush. She looked
at herself in the mirror and realized how much she was enjoying
this --
Catherine mewed again, and Trish brought the cat o'nine tails
down harder. Catherine's body shivered, and a red welt appeared
on her buttocks.
Trish stopped, the whip high in the air. "Catherine, are you
okay?" she asked.
Catherine turned her head to Trish. "If mistress would only
hit a little harder," she replied.
Alright, Trish thought to herself, and brought the whip down
yet another time. Catherine bucked as the heavy leather cords
struck her, and her legs flexed against the bonds.
"Please," Catherine moaned, "harder, please!"
Trish struck her several times more, each time a loud thwack!
resonating in the room. Each time Catherine cried out for more.
God, Trish thought to herself, she's insatiable!
"Mistress," Catherine groaned, "I need you!"
Trish threw down the whip and climbed on top of her, quickly
mounting her. The curved metal penis slid in softly, filling
Catherine, who spread her legs and grabbed the bed posts even
tighter.
Trish's hands encircled Catherine and took hold of her
breasts, finding the hard nipples and pinching them tightly with
her fingernails.
"Oh, yes," Catherine cried. "God, yes!"
Trish timed the thrusts slowly at first, increasing her pace
as Catherine begged her. "Pinch me harder, mistress!"
Trish rammed into her and twisted her nipples harder. "Unhh,
yes," Catherine said, "yes..."
They both felt it at the same time: A flush feeling, then a
strong wave. Trish ground her pelvis into Catherine and held on
as she came; Catherine cried out wordlessly and arched her back,
panting heavily.
An eternity passed, then both women slumped down onto the
dripping-wet bed. They laid like that for a long time, Trish's
lips giving kisses to Catherine's back, each lost in the other.
Trish had almost drifted off to blissful sleep, when
Catherine moved her legs. "Could mistress...?"
"Oh -- of course." She rose to her knees slowly, her strap-
on penis still buried in Catherine, and quickly undid her bonds.
Catherine rubbed her arms, then leaned over and disconnected the
apparatus from Trish. "Mistress, you were magnificient!"
Trish touched her chin. "I hope I didn't hurt you too much."
Catherine smiled. "Do you remember last night, with mistress
Josephine?"
"Boy, do I!"
"How do you feel?"
"A little sore, maybe --" Trish paused. "Actually, not sore
at all."
"The same for me." She looked up in Trish's eyes, and her
lips parted. "May the slave kiss the mistress?"
Trish put her hands on her waist and drew her close. Their
lips met softly, and as they kissed their breasts squeezed
together.
Trish's lips moved along Catherine's neck. "How much time do
we have?"
Catherine laughed and pushed Trish off her playfully. "Not
enough for what you have in mind." She climbed off the bed and
looked at Trish as she gathered her clothes. "Mistress Josephine
has you on a strict schedule."
Trish watched her dress. "Do you know what comes next?"
"Well," Catherine began.
"No." They both looked up at the door and saw Josie standing
there in her swimsuit and robe. "Catherine, leave us."
Catherine's eyes glanced down. "Yes, mistress." She
finished dressing and hurried out.
Josie shut the door behind her and stood over the bed.
"You seem a little harsh with her," Trish said. "Does she
like being ordered around like that?"
Josie smiled. "That is exactly what Catherine likes: The
harsher, the better." She sat down beside Trish. "I only do what
my partners want me to do," she explained. "I can be gentle --"
she put her hand on Trish's bare breast and stroked it -- "or I
can be rough." Her fingers pinched Trish, who shuddered but made
no resistance. "Do you understand?"
"I think so."
Josie stood and pulled her off the bed. "Everything's for
the scene," she said, and went to the bedstand. She opened the
drawer and pulled out a black leather-topped box. "Why don't you
get your bathing suit on, and we'll go for a swim."
"Okay." Trish bounced over to the closet to look for
something fun to wear.
"And for the evening," Josie continued, "we do something a
little different." Trish came out and her eyes opened wide.
Josie was holding a black, long-barreled Beretta. As Trish
watched, Josie screwed on a menacing silencer to the barrel and
showed it to her. "Elizabeth's told me all of your fantasies."
"She must have," Trish said, growing aroused again.
*** END OF PART THREE ***
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