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A Switch’s Beginnings

Part1

My insides were churning, fear and nervous excitement warring for control as I  paced slowly down the pavement in the direction of the club.   I’d been like this on the train down, half of me longing to get here, half of me scarred to death and thinking of getting off and heading home.  Don’t get me wrong I’m not a nervous person by nature, its just, well I’d been out of the scene, hell any scene for a long time.  I’d been interested in BDSM for a good while and I particularly liked the dominance and submission aspects of it.  After reading about it and watching it, then chatting online about it I decided that the only way to truly find out about it was by experiencing it first hand, that was why my reluctant feet were walking slow along the pavement. 

A group of people turned  out of a side street ahead of me, one or two in the type of gear I’d expected but the rest mostly dressed very normally apart from the perfusion of black.  They chatted together seemingly quite content as they made their way to up the steps to the club.  I took a deep calming breath, ?control? I whispered to myself.  I straightened up and started moving forward more purposefully as I mounted the steps, ?Just look as though you belong here, as though you own the place? I whispered mentally to myself, I confess I hardly even looked at the girl in the ticket booth.  The two bouncers who opened the door seemed friendly enough, then I was in. 

If I’d been expecting a scene out of Kubrick’s eyes wide shut film, I was momentarily disappointed.  A short corridor led past a cloak room and a pair of doors marked male and female, little doubt about what they were.  At the end of the corridor an archway led into a small bar area several people were sat talking and drinking, there was loud music coming from a larger room and I could make out people dancing in the flashing disco lights.  ?Well? I thought ?this isn’t so different to any other club I’ve been too?.  I ordered a drink from the bar and sat at a small table nearby.  I started to relax a little and look around me more, whilst most of the people were clad in fetish wear of one form or another there was a good sprinkling of black shirt/black pants or black dresses, so I did not feel very out of place.

I was about halfway down my drink with the place filling up nicely, and my fingers drumming a little tattoo on the table top when, THUMP the table jolted and over went my glass, I just about had time to twitch my leg away and avoid the worst of the spillage, then I glared upwards at the culprit and found myself looking into two of the widest, most expressive brown eyes I had ever seen,  they were also mounted onto one of the cutest little elfin faces I’d ever seen either, though I only got a glimpse before she clamped her hands over her mouth and put on the most forlorn expression.  I admit it, I’m a complete sucker for a pretty girl who can do that vulnerable lost look, and I was just about ready to get up, put my arm round her and say ?Hey its only a spilled drink, no problem?, when she was seized by the ear and hoisted onto her tiptoes by a new woman who proceeded to hiss into her stretched ear, what she said I couldn’t hear but it did allow me a few seconds to gather my thoughts and take in the both of them.  The elfin faced girl had a short brown bob and was clad in a short black dress that reached her mid thigh, a pair of black high heeled shoes and a lace collar with a silver clip was about all she had on and quite probably was, as I could see no evidence of panty or bra outlined underneath.  The newcomer (her mistress, as I rightly assumed) was clad in a long skirt reaching to her ankles which like her feet, were clad in a pair of metal plated boots,  her top half was covered in a red leather corset which contrasted well with her pale arms and impressive cleavage, her blond hair swept back in a loose pony tail, her small mouth (with lipstick perfectly matching the red of the corset) hissed into her subs ear, and from the expression on that little elfin face she was promising the torments of the damned to her. 

After a few moments she released her subs ear, and the girl came closer ?I’m very sorry, sir? she said, her eyes wouldn’t meet mine again though I could see little pinpricks of tears in them, then without another word she bent and started licking the drink off the table.  ?On behalf of my slave, I apologise? said a stern voice in my ear, I’d been so busy watching the sub I’d forgotten the mistress, ?Cathy? she said putting out her hand which I shook ?Ste? I said looking up at her, for some reason I found it very difficult to make eye contact with her, indeed up close she just radiated a strange kind of power that I’d rarely experienced before, in a man or woman.  ?That’s Claire, my sub? she gestured towards the cute girl.  ?Claire will do anything to make up for spilling your drink? Claire’s brown eyes flickered up and she looked at her mistress anxiously ?If you ordered her to strip here and now, she’d obey? Claire’s eyes flicked between me and her mistress, and I was sure I saw her mouth ?amber? to her mistress.  Well I’m not the most sensitive of guys but even I can take my cue.  I forced myself to look Cathy full in the face and answered ?with your permission? I laughed inwardly at the look of horror on Claire’s elfin face and in those beautiful eyes ?I think I can suggest something better? .

A spasm of relief passed over Claire, then she shot another anxious look at her mistress, who studiously ignored her.  ?Claire would you be kind enough to pick up these two chairs and arrange them facing each other under the window?? I asked, she glanced at Cathy who gave the merest nod and Claire immediately started moving the chairs, whilst I informed her mistress that I would get us something to drink.  I returned from the bar with a pitcher filled with  long island iced tea and a couple of glasses on a tray (it pretty much cleared out my wallet for the evening, but if this came off it would be worth it).  Cathy had seated herself in one of the chairs, whilst Claire hovered next to her.  I seated myself in the chair opposite Cathy with the drinks on my lap, ?Claire we appear to require a table? I said ?please kneel between us with your heels touching the wall?, with the same brief glance at her mistress as before Claire knelt, several people in the bar area were now starting to take an interest in proceedings.  ?Place your hands straight out in front of you, please? I said, Claire meekly complied, I had to tear my gaze away from those huge eyes otherwise I would have relented her punishment.  I placed the tray and drinks on the back of Claire’s outstretched arms, then proceeded to chat to Cathy just small talk but completely ignoring Claire.

If you’ve never tried this one I’d recommend doing so, place a large book or a couple of encyclopaedia’s on your arms at full stretch and see how long you can hold them there, it’s a fiendishly difficult prospect as you’ll see, an old public school punishment I believe.

After a minute or so the tray was starting to vibrate and dip, Cathy lent over and whispered savagely into Claire’s ear, and with a pathetic mewling noise she struggled to hold the tray higher and steadier.  Judging the time was right I nonchalantly asked Cathy if I should pour and got a nod of confirmation, slowly I picked the jug up off the tray thus removing its weight, Claire’s gasp was audible and she began to pant with relief.  I waited for the shaking in her arms to subside then poured out the two cocktails before setting the jug back down on the tray.  Claire gave a muffled cry as the weight came back onto her arms again, before we took our glasses and sipped slowly chatting to each other and studying Claire.

God she was pretty, those toned arms and shoulders twitching and straining, her breathing in ragged gasps that caused her small high breasts to heave against the fabric of her dress, and those tanned perfect legs trying to stay rock steady against the pain that must now be starting from her knees.  ?Beautiful isn’t she? said Cathy, I could only murmur an ascent watching a small trickle of sweat roll from her hair line and down her face.  Those huge eyes scrunched up tight against the fire in her shoulders.  ?Top up?? asked Cathy taking the jug from the tray.  ?sure?,  Claire merely gasped and let out a low moan as the pain in her shoulders started to ease a little.  Cathy refilled our glasses emptying the jug which she then replaced on the tray.  She then started questioning me at length about what I was into, how did I get into it, whether I was a Dom or sub, she positively laughed out loud when I told her it was my first time and had no real idea which of the two I might be, and all the time Claire was straining against the weight of the tray and jug.  After an half an hour or so of questions she informed me that she needed to reward her slave, and so had to go, but she wanted to know more about me and so we agreed to swap email addresses, writing them out on our makeshift table, Cathy scraping the metal of her impressive boots down the side of Claire’s leg every time the table dropped, causing the little sub to wince and hiss and try to lift her arms higher.  I left shortly after they did considerably less nervous than when I came in.

Well several months drifted by with us exchanging regular emails, we even met up twice in a small coffee shop on both occasions Claire was not with her mistress and I was left wondering if I’d imagined or over exaggerated her in my mind.  A few days after our last meeting I received the following email  ?Dear Steven, After discussing you a few time’s myself and Claire have decided to invite you round for a little role-play session.  Its always been a fantasy of mine to have a harem with Claire as the courtesan who is seduced by a spy, and is passing on my governments secrets and I catch them in the act, please wear something suitable for sneaking around an empresses harem.?  There was more, her address, some notes on what the safe words would be, and a reminder to look over her and Claire’s limits as discussed via email.  Most importantly of all there was a list of five questions the answers to which neither Claire or myself were allowed to give out during the timed interrogation scene.

I drove up to the address as dusk was falling, feeling both nervous and slightly silly in my improvised ?ninja? costume, I slipped through the side gate to the property as instructed, hoping the neighbourhood watch were not being vigilant, a black clad figure with his head and face wrapped in a black scarf skulking through a side gate are cause for alarm in most countries.  Anyways, I made my way around the house to the patio door and as quietly as I could, entered as instructed, and moved silently through the curtains  There I have to confess the breath caught in my throat.  Reclining on the sofa in the candlelight was Claire, clad in what looked like a belly dancers costume those huge lustrous eyes watching me as I moved across the room, I for one was positively drinking her in, the thin gauzy fabric hiding almost nothing of that wonderful lithe hard little body.  I had to admit I hoped Cathy didn’t walk in on us too soon. 

Claire sat up on the couch and motioned me to sit next to her, then swung her leg over mine and nimbly straddled me, I reached out to touch her and she put both my hands in one of hers and touched me lightly on the lips with her free hand.  ?control, control? whispered a voice inside my head, admittedly it was a small voice at that moment.  Then I was staring direct into those beautiful brown eyes, the brain in my head and the brain in my prick warring for control.  ?Sssshh? she whispered ?can you remember your safe words??  She had a whispery shadow like voice ?Yes? I whispered back ?Amber means slow down or I’m not sure about this, and red means stop right now?.  She rewarded me with a heart melting smile, then she showed me two little hand signals for the same thing ?Its in case your ever gagged? she explained planting a soft lipped kiss on my mouth then her arms encircled me and pinned mine to my sides slowly rubbing her crotch over mine, well I was getting pretty well aroused by now and she pulled her face back from mine those large eyes fixed on me, then another hand was round my head and before I could move or yell a wet cloth was pressed over my mouth and nose and I was breathing in the most vile and acrid fumes.  I struggled like crazy then, but with Claire pining my arms with her whole body and someone presumably Cathy holding my head I was having a difficult time of it.  Of course the more you struggle the faster you breathe and my head was now starting to spin and those big brown eyes were holding to mine but seemed to be getting further and further away down long black tunnel’s.  I think I blacked out at this point.

Coming to was definitely worse than the blacking out, I retched and then vomited into a stainless steel bowl, someone was stroking my head murmuring and whispering softly as I spasmed in the chair.  Chair? Damned uncomfortable chair too I thought weakly, gradually the dizziness and the spasms subsided and Cathy removed the bowl from under my chin and wiped my face then held out a glass of water to me.  I tried to reach out and take it only to find that my wrists were securely bound to the chair my hands arranged palms upwards, she held the glass to my mouth whilst I gulped down water.  She looked at me with some concern ?Are you alright? she said, ?you took longer to come round than I anticipated?.  I coughed weakly ?what the hell was that, Chloroform?? I rasped ?yeah? she had the good grace to look slightly abashed, ?I didn’t know you’d react to it like that? she ran the wet cloth over my face again.  ?I could have bloody well told you if you’d asked? I snapped ?nearly everyone reacts that way, that’s why they stopped using it as an aesthetic? too many people choked to death on it?.  Her eyes hardened for a moment ?Ok? she said ?I deserved that display of temper, now are you ok to continue??  I thought for a few moments but my head was clearing rapidly now and I was becoming more aware of where I was.  ?Err, I guess? I said.  I gasped and had to stifle a yell as Cathy dug her thumb into a pressure point on my chest.  She kept grinding and I was flopping like a fish in the chair ?Its mistress from now on? she hissed in my ear ?understand, or do I need to hurt you more?? 

?I understand? mistress? I gasped out, desperate for the pain that was radiating through my chest to stop, she took her finger away and lightly hopped onto my lap.  I gasped again as pain shot through my legs and ass and realised that the seat of the chair was covered in small rounded spikes.  Now Cathy’s bigger than Claire for sure but is not what you would term overweight, but the pressure of her was grinding me into the spikes, she planted a kiss on my face and hopped off laughing lightly.  I tried to stand and realised that my ankles where secured to the legs of the chair, and that I was totally naked, with a wriggle I tried to ease my easy myself into a more comfortable position.  Cathy moved around the room lighting a few candles, and I couldn’t help but watch her. 

I’d never taken that much notice of her in terms of appearance before, granted we’d met a few times and yeah she was sort of pretty, just not really my type you know, and well a little too intense and overpowering up close.  But she as moved around the room clad in a black leather top that covered her from her breasts to her naval at the front and had only a couple of straps securing it at the back, with what looked like a g-string with some longer gauzier pieces of fabric tucked into it, well she looked hot.  No that’s not quite right, I mean she did look hot but the precise deliberate way she walked and lit the few candles around the place made her look exactly like a predator, sort of like a tiger stalking, everything about her was lovely yet deeply disturbing.

She prowled over to me slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, she plucked a crop from a side table on the way over and held it to her lips, as she glided across the carpet.  Now for those of you who don’t know me, I don’t handle pain very well, I can be a fair bit of a coward about it to, and I have very sensitive testicles (in fact it was one of the things I had included on my limits).  She slid the crop beneath my scrotum and slowly lifted it then lowered it back to the seat, then slid the crop over my cock, before making like she was going to slash it down on my balls. 

I let out a pathetic squeal and twisted as far as the chair would allow (yeah I know what your thinking ?big fucking Jessie?, and that some of you would have taken that hit and begged her to do it again, well not me pal, at least not yet?).  It must have amused Cathy too, because she had to try really hard not to laugh for the next couple of seconds ?You’d better start answering my questions you bastard? she finally rapped out, and raised her eyebrow.  Yup I’d almost forgotten we were here to role play.  ?Where’s Claire, bitch? I retorted (see I can act tough).  SMACK Cathy lashed the crop down in a blur of speed, and I looked down appalled, then the pain hit, first it was like a wasp sting, then like someone had burned my thigh, I watched in shock as the welt started to rise up on my skin.  I was to shocked by it to yell or scream, I just panted and bit the inside of my cheek, I remember my eyes watering.  ?You address me as mistress, you scum? Cathy hissed as she yanked my head up and ground the crop into my cheek.  When I didn’t reply at once she brought the crop up again ?Yes mistress, mistress? I babbled ?s-sorry?.  She pushed my head back into the back of the chair and stroked the crop down my side, I squirmed a little (did I mention I’m also very ticklish) ?That’s better? she crooned then tapped my other thigh with the crop hard enough to make me wince ?now your going to start answering some of my questions?  she tapped me again with the crop.  Sticking with the role-play as instructed I said ?No mistress not until I’ve seen Claire?.  Cathy rammed my head back grabbing a handful of my hair and raised the crop as though she would strike me across the face with it, ?Your in no position to dictate to me? she hissed.  ?O god? I thought will she really hit me if I carry on, I screwed my eyes shut tight ?I’ll answer no questions until I’ve seen Claire, mistress?.  There was a swishing noise then the crop bit into the chair back a couple of millimetres from my head, I flinched as she stroked it across my face expecting a blow any minute.  ?Ok scum, its easy to be brave when its just your neck, but we’ll see what your like when I’m torturing your lover?.  She went over to the back wall of the room and swept aside a long curtain, and there was Claire spread eagled  against the wall, from the way the candle light glistened on her body I could tell she’d been covered in oil.

If there’s one thing I’ve been lucky to be blessed with in my life its perfect vision, and now I gave thanks for that.  Claire’s lithe body struggled against the restraints, her small muscles rippling beneath her oil coated skin, small high breasts quivered as she shook the hair out of her eyes.  My eyes roamed downwards over her flat stomach to her toned legs and thighs, then upwards to her shaven sex and the small mound of her pubis.  I must have moaned out loud when I saw her (probably in regret that the first part of the role-play was over so quickly).  ?Yes scum? Cathy hissed ?Take a good long look at her, she’ll not be so pretty when I finish with her?.  So saying she lashed the crop left and right leaving a large welt on each of Claire’s thighs, the poor girl screamed and thrashed against the restraints and I could see the glimmer of tears in her eyes. 

?Now, if your all sitting comfortably we’ll begin? said Cathy menacingly, nodding to a clock on the wall.  ?Bitch? I thought to myself, I’d been under the impression that the scene had started from the moment I’d come round.  Two hours to go and the pair of us had already taken hits.  ?So Claire, how long have you been selling secrets to our enemies? Cathy purred stroking the crop up and down Claire’s flanks, Claire moaned then clamped her mouth shut.  SLAP, SLAP,SLAP the crop left three stripes on Claire’s right thigh, she screamed and twisted against the restraints ?P-please mistress? she started to beg tears filling her eyes.  SLAP, SLAP, SLAP again three stripes this time on her left thigh, ?Please mistress? Claire hung by her arms from the restraints desperately trying to relieve the burning sensation in her thighs ?It wasn’t me mistress? she sobbed ?it was all him mistress, he seduced me? 

?Then what Claire? is your lover’s name??.  This was another of the questions we could not answer on pain of what Cathy had said in her mail would be a very long and horrid punishment.  Claire hesitated then screamed as the crop caught her on her hip leaving a line from hip to buttock.  Even I winced, that had been a hard one, Claire was panting out ?Ow? with every out breath, those huge eyes running with tears.  ?Perhaps you need some extra time to think?? said Cathy ?But while your thinking?  and with that she started producing clothes pins from a basket on the table and deftly placing them on Claire’s nipples and labia then, down each of her flanks cruelly pinching her flesh before applying each one.  ?Think on this slut? Cathy hissed when she had finished ?If I get no information from him, I’m going to whip those pins off you?.  Claire whimpered.

Cathy danced her way back to me, twirling the crop absently between her fingers and I couldn’t help thinking of the scene from reservoir dogs, you know the one:  Psycho + Cop + Ear, involuntarily I curled my toes up underneath my feet.  Cathy smiled at me and danced round the back of the chair, I closed my eyes and waited for what seemed like ages, it’s always the waiting, the anticipation that’s worse.  When I opened my eyes she was stood so close I started.  She held a heavy looking flogger in her hand ?Scum? she said ?put your head back and thrust your chest out? I looked at her uncertainly ?its so I don’t hit your face or neck? she murmured under her breath ?Now scum? she roared raising the flogger, I slammed my head back and stuck my chest out a little way.  SMACK the flogger slammed into my chest almost knocking my breath away, but the worst for me was the ends when they curled round to my side with a sharp sting.  ?How long have you been fucking my lover?? Cathy rasped.  SMACK the flogger slammed against me again, and she repeated the question.  SMACK this time I let out a yell as one of the tails caught me under the arm, ?You’d love to really fuck Claire, wouldn’t you??  Hold on I thought that one wasn’t one of the ones I couldn’t answer.  SMACK I gasped and looked down at my chest as it started to turn bright red ?I?Erm? SMACK I yelled again ?You’d want her to ride you like the little whore she is? Cathy rasped SMACK SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK she started beating my chest faster and faster, as I yelled and tried to twist away.

Then she jumped into my lap her knees grinding into my thighs, pushing my ass into the rounded spikes of the chair,  oh god it hurt, I was panting and moaning.  Then she pulled the top of her dress down exposing her white breasts with startling rouged nipples ?You want her to fuck you like this? she said still grinding my thighs and ass into the spikes ?Scum, suck my nipples like you would suck your whore over there? and she grabbed my hair and pulled my head onto her breast.  I sucked her nipple into my mouth flickering my tongue over it and then grazing it gently with my teeth, Cathy let out a small gasp and started grinding me harder into the chair I wanted to scream in pain but concentrated on licking and sucking, she moaned again.  ?Your so good to Claire? she crooned ?has she been getting it like this these last six months??  So help me I was so distracted that I nearly blurted out a yes but managed to stifle it with her tit, she pulled her breasts away and hopped off my lap, she looked angry that I hadn’t blabbed, I squirmed desperately trying to get the blood back into my legs by assuming a half standing posture by leaning right back in the chair.  I roared as Cathy bent the fingers of my right hand back over the arm of the chair and secured them in place with tape.  Now when I sat back down my fingers where bent back severely and after a few minutes I had to assume a half standing position to relieve the cramp in them, but this put all my weight on my thigh muscle’s which were soon shaking from the strain forcing me to sit back down again and take the pain in my fingers, until I had to relive them by standing.  Throughout all of this Cathy just watched me an evil grin on her face.

?If you tell me your name spy I’ll release you from this torment? she purred, for a moment I was tempted, then I thought of what she would do to me as punishment if I caved in.  I moaned and shook my head.  She shrugged and picking up the flogger she danced back over to Claire, who was watching proceedings with those big brown eyes.  I saw her shiver as her mistress approached.  ?Right Claire? she said brightly ?You know what’s going to happen so lets get started?.  Claire flinched, those big brown eyes held such a mute appeal for mercy, that I swear I’d have stopped there and then, wrapped her in cotton wool and tucked her in bed with nothing more than a goodnight kiss.  That venerable lost look just makes me melt, and want to protect girls like that.

SMACK the blow took four of the pins off Claire’s left flank, Cathy it seems is made of much sterner stuff than I.  The poor girl gasped and shook as another blow whipped another couple of pins off, and she hissed as the circulation started to return writhing against the restraints.  ?His name Claire? she crooned ?that’s all I need, just a name?.   Claire moaned and shook her head.  SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, Cathy’s blows where landing all over Claire now whipping the pins off her flanks before moving upward and slamming that heavy flogger into her breasts.  If I remember rightly she started with the left and then moved to the right.  What I do remember clearly is that Claire’s small breasts were bright red by the time Cathy started to whip the pins from off her sex, and that Claire just stood there sobbing until she was finished. 

Then Cathy very tenderly started to kiss her softly all over starting at her neck and slowly moving down.  Claire’s sobbing slowed and she started to relax in the restraints, her eyes closed as Cathy knelt before her leaving a trail of little kisses across her bikini line, Cathy’s long finger nails slowly grazed upwards from Claire’s hips causing her to shiver, then they traced lazy circles around her breasts causing her nipples to harden, before descending by grazing their way down her back and over her buttocks and the back of her thighs.  Claire slowly pushed her hips forward silently offering her sex to her mistress. Cathy leaned forwards and began to kiss her slit, Claire rocked silently in the restraints.  It was at that point I noticed Cathy had picked up one of the clothes pins from the floor, and before I could shout a warning to Claire, Cathy spread her lips and then planted the pin on her clit. 

The effect was immediate and devastating, Claire’s hips bucked frantically and she let out a long high scream.  Her eyes opened wide in shock and pain, and she pulled and twisted against the restraints in a futile attempt to remove the source of her torture.  Cathy stood up and held her in a hug stroking her face and whispering to her, gradually she calmed but I could see her toes curling and un-curling as Cathy stepped away from her and she kept her eyes screwed up tight.

Once more Cathy swayed and danced across the room towards me picking up the crop with a flourish.  Her eyes never once left mine as she slowly started to beat my outstretched palm with the crop each hit getting harder.  I forced myself to look her right in the eye taking up her challenge, within moments I was biting my lip, another few moments and my fingers and palm where just a ball of fire.  With a moan of shame I broke eye contact and knowing that she was smiling in triumph, I couldn’t bring myself to look into her face.  Then I felt cool lips kissing my palm and I gasped in relief as Cathy tore away the tape pinning my fingers, it hurt even more when I tried to close my hand into a fist.  I tried to blink away the tears and saw Cathy bringing the basket of clothes pins over.  I gasped out ?amber? as she drew my scrotum towards her, she looked me in the eye for a moment ?Trust me?. 

She slowly applied one of the clothespins to my scrotum.  I tensed waiting for the pain, which never arrived.  Sure it was an odd sensation but not really painful, not like the crop had been.  Her eyes never left my face as she started decorating my groin and scrotum with pins, the last of which she placed on my foreskin, that one hurt more than the others but not as bad as getting my cock caught in my zip.  She planted a kiss on my lips, then glanced at the clock on the wall and a frown of annoyance crossed her face.  I looked too, wow only twenty five minutes to go.

?Looks as though I’m going to have to get dirty now? Cathy whispered to me, and sauntered back over to Claire.  She reached her hand between Claire’s legs and opened the clothespin, once again Claire screamed her hips bucking wildly as the circulation started to return to her clit.  I remember reading somewhere that there are as many tiny nerve endings in that small bud as there are in a mans entire cock.  I can’t say I envied Claire at that moment.  Cathy waited a couple of minutes for Claire to calm down then started to plug something into the mains. 

When she stood up she was holding a wand in front Claire’s face.  Cathy turned to face me, slipping an arm around Claire’s waist.  She must have caught my puzzled look for she smiled at me as she drew the wand across Claire’s taught belly ?Claire here is a complete cumslut, once you take her to the edge she can’t hold back?.  She grazed her front teeth over Claire’s hipbone ?Aren’t you darling?? she purred.  ?Yes mistress? 

?You can’t stand not cumming, can you my little slut??

?Please mistress? Claire’s voice was different now ?This isn’t playing fair, you know I can’t stand it?.  Cathy laughed and as a response applied the wand to Claire’s clit, for a few moments Claire just stood stock still, eyes screwed up, biting her lip.  Then her toes started to clench and unclench and she tried to push her hips back and squirm away from the wand, but Cathy kept her free arm wrapped round Claire’s waist, forcing her clit onto the wand.  I could see every muscle in Claire’s body clenching and straining against the restraints, then she started to moan deep within her chest, after a couple of minutes she was writhing, her legs starting to twitch and shake and I got the impression that there was about to be a pretty spectacular explosion.  Instead Cathy removed the wand. 

There was a gasp, then a scream of outrage from Claire.  ?please mistress, please?

?Are you begging me not to stop slut??

?Yes mistress please, please don’t stop mistress?

?what does my little cumslut want??

?she wants to cum mistress, oh god please let her cum mistress?

?then tell me your lover’s name, slut, and how long you’ve been passing him our secrets? Claire moaned and shook her head a little, biting on her lip and pleading with her eyes.  Cathy tutted and applied the wand again. 

Once more Claire started to squirm and then buck wildly, I saw her tense and immediately the wand was removed.  Once again she let out a howl of outrage and stared full into Cathy’s face her voice was different again now and I could tell she was no longer playing ?Please Cath, please, please, please, you’ve got to let me finish, please, I love you so much, please let me cum mistress?.  Cathy applied the wand again and once again removed it as Claire neared the explosion she longed for.  ?What’s your lovers name Claire, tell me and I’ll let you come?

Claire moaned and Cathy started applying and removing the wand for a second or so at a time.  Then she pressed the wand on hard and Claire rocked and screamed, then as she started to take the wand away Claire screamed out ?Steven, its Steven please mistress?.  Cathy held the wand against her as Claire bucked hard against it crying and moaning and I saw her juices escaping her sex and running down her inner thighs as she slumped against the restraints.  Cathy moved quickly to hold her up and unclip her from the restraints lowering her down against the wall.

Then Cathy looked at the clock, so did I, still four minutes left, damn.  Cathy smiled as she ambled over to me. Slowly and deliberately she started removing the clothespins, I gave a little gasp as each one came off and the circulation started to return, then she unfastened the wrist and ankle restraints, I was surprised that I needed her to help me stand.  My bottom and thighs where numb after over two hours in that chair and she helped me walk over to where Claire was sitting wide eyed against the wall. 

?Well slave, you failed your task, you know what to do?.  Claire obediently got up and crawled away from the wall then she lay back spreading her legs and Cathy walked me between them so I was standing over that oiled and beaten body.  ?Begin my little cumslut? and Claire began to masturbate in front of me, I squeaked in surprise as Cathy reached around me and started to expertly masturbate me.  ?Claire doesn’t really like men that much? whispered Cathy in my ear ?Debasing herself in front of you is so humiliating for her, but a punishment must be given  for her failure, so I want you to cum all over her?.  

Then Cathy began talking dirty, whispering filth into my ear.  I’d love to say that I stood there long enough to make Cathy’s arms ache but I’m afraid a few minutes and it was all over and Claire’s lithe body was covered with my hot sticky strands.  ?Enough slave, you may go and shower? said Cathy dismissing the vision in front of me.  ?Well Ste we have made a beginning this night but there is much work for you to do in the future, do you wish to continue exploring??