Miss Bridget's Girls

by Robin Bond

  Suki had various piercings, though none of them were visible. Between his balls and his ass was a small steel ring, known as a guiche piercing. Another ring had been inserted in his frenulum. Both nipples were pierced, with barbells. Flora was giving serious consideration to having the head of his cock pierced next, perhaps with a Prince Albert. Tattooed on his belly, just above his cock, was a large F, which those few who saw it supposed to be a sign that he was in some sense a female, or perhaps a fairy or faggot, although in fact it stood for Flora.

  Often he wore a butt plug to work. Flora had the long-term aim of dilating his anus, although not by too much. Though at present it was still too tight for her largest dildo, she had a strong desire to peg him with it eventually. As it was, during their regular pegging sessions, she had to be content with smaller ones. Unless, of course, she was displeased with him and decided to fuck his ass as painfully as she could.

  She was not often displeased with Suki, because he was a good boy; or rather, when they played their games, a good girl. Flora liked to dress him up in women’s clothes, and had purchased a large wardrobe for him, specially made. She had found that it was no good trying to get boys to wear women’s knickers or corsets or whatever; they simply were not cut right for the male form. Even though Suki’s body was slim and willowy, with a trim little bottom, he was not, and never would be a girl. But if not a girl, he looked very feminine in the silk and satin knickers, the specially padded bras, the corsets, sheer stockings, the high heels, and other accoutrements with which Flora bedecked him.

  He was obliged to keep his body free from hair, and thus attended regular sessions at the spa, where his chest, back and genital hair was removed. Flora insisted he shave every day; she was considering having his face treated by electrolysis to render this unnecessary.

  Suki had his own place, since clearly he could not stay with Flora at the college. Anxious to avoid suspicion, Flora rationed her visits, but managed to have at least one good, long session with him every week. She would dress him (she favoured a rather slutty look), apply make-up, nail varnish and perfume, and then get him to show himself off, dancing for her, doing a strip-tease, posing for photographs or whatever. Flora would invariably fuck him with her strap-on, which she did with great vigour, even at times vehemence. Sometimes she would beat him, lashing his cute little bottom with a whip or a cane until he was in tears, then comforting him before fucking him.

  Once or twice a year there were special treats. The last time Flora had dressed Suki up and taken him to a rather sleazy glory hole situated in the back of a dirty bookshop on the edge of town. There, Flora spent a happy hour or so ordering Suki to suck off every cock that came through the hole; half a dozen in all. She was most strict that he swallowed every time.

  Flora never orgasmed while fucking Suki; instead, she would order Suki to kneel afterwards while she lay back on the couch and go to work with his tongue and lips. By now he was well trained and knew exactly how she liked it, how to suck and nibble the lips of her pussy, or how to suck her clit until she cried out with pleasure.

  Flora loved fucking Suki. He had such a tight little ass, smooth and pink and always ready. Flora told Suki he must keep his ass lubricated at all times. That way, she could slip a butt plug in at a moment’s notice, or sometimes Flora would call him in the evening and make him use a dildo in his ass under Flora’s instruction.

  Lately Flora had developed things further. She was always experimenting, looking for new things to try, and she decided that although Suki’s cock would never be allowed to penetrate her, there were other ways in which Suki could fuck her. The first thing she tried was putting her strap-on on Suki. It fitted quite well, surprisingly. She liked the effect of the big black dildo sticking right out in front, and Suki’s redundant cock in its cage hanging below. She had Suki fuck her pussy first, from behind, the way she liked it. And then she made him stick the thing up her ass. It was a tight fit, but Flora liked that. She encouraged Suki to go hard and drive it deep, and all the while Flora was fingering herself and so she came, her hips shaking, her ass locking round the dildo as Suki rammed it into her one more time.

  Afterwards they lay side by side on the bed and Flora played with Suki’s cock in its little cage. She could just about get her little finger inside it, and when Suki’s cock was leaking pre-cum Flora would get some on her finger and make Suki lick it. “All little sissies should taste themselves,” said Flora. Perhaps one day, as a special treat, she would make Suki cum and then make him eat it. That might be fun, though Flora wasn’t quite sure. She had never seen a man ejaculate. It must be messy, surely. And what did it taste like? Not very nice, she imagined. Perhaps she would hold out to Suki the idea that this might happen, but in fact it might be indefinitely postponed.

  It was lovely to have such a cute little plaything. Suki was so devoted. Sometimes Flora thought Suki was just a little too good. She liked to punish him, whipping his cute little bottom so hard that there were marks the next day, or using a paddle to turn it black and blue. Suki rarely actually deserved a punishment, so Flora would have to invent things; stories of being used by rough, hairy men (Flora shuddered at the thought), or allowing himself to be used by a couple, who took him from both ends, the man sticking his cock into Suki’s mouth while his wife pegged Suki from behind, and then swapping round. Once she gave Suki a most ferocious beating after she forced him to “confess” to sucking off a long line of men in a public toilet. It was always fun; Suki made such cute little noises, squeals and whimpers, when his ass was beaten.

  Perhaps one day Flora would find another girl to tell her secret to, and they could both play with Suki. One of them would have Suki kneel in front of her and have him suck her strap-on cock, while the other would fuck his ass from behind. And then they would change places, and they would go on and on until poor Suki was sore, and his cock was pushing so hard against his cage that it hurt. But she would have to choose the girl carefully, one who could be trusted to keep a secret, because if Miss Bridget learned that Flora had a boyfriend, even one as like a girl as Suki, she would make her resign from the Circle. Flora flinched at the thought of the disgrace.

  Was there some way she might involve him? If Flora could get evidence of Dr Lowman doing things to a sissy boy, surely that would be even more damning than sex with one of the female staff. And another participant might add to Dr Lowman’s distraction, giving Flora a chance to use her phone.

  Flora had a meeting with Frau Ledermann to discuss their plans for Dr Lowman. “He wants more pictures of us before we meet up, you in particular,” Frau Ledermann said to Flora. “More revealing ones.”

  Flora sighed. How she detested men and their dirty little desires. How badly she wanted to see Dr Lowman get his comeuppance. “All right,” she said. “Let’s do it now. Got your phone?”

  Frau Ledermann produced it. “Will you take your clothes off?” She’d never seen Flora naked. Now was her chance.

  Flora sighed again. “Very well,” she said. In a moment she had stripped naked. Frau Ledermann cast an eye over Flora’s compact little body, the firm, sharp little breasts, the perfectly shaped bottom, round and succulent. Dr Lowman would drool at the sight. Quickly she took a few snaps, closing in tight on the tits, asking Flora to give them a tug to perk up her nipples. Then she had Flora lie on the sofa with her legs open. It was an adorable cunt, Frau Lederman thought; how she would love to get her mouth on it. Finally she got Flora to kneel, facing away from the camera and took some pictures of her ass, including some close-ups her ass-cheeks spread to show the tight little anus, just waiting for someone to prise it open, Frau Ledermann thought. Dr Lowman had a special taste for buggery.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Miss Bridget had great confidence in Cassie. She was a tall, slim girl, with a mane of jet-black hair and green eyes. Miss Bridget had given her a caning and then taken her to bed. She found her responsive, imaginative, with plenty of stamina. Upon examination, Miss Bridget discovered that
Cassie had had a lot of experience before coming to St Swithin’s. She was slightly older and more mature than the other girls. Just the one, thought Bridget, for a taxing assignment; not a girl likely to be fazed by unusual demands. On the evidence so far, after three bookings, Bridget thought she had been proved right.

  Miss Bridget thought that Mrs Travis was possibly the most deviant of her clients. There were rumours about some of her excesses, and Miss Bridget at first hesitated about supplying her with a girl. But then she thought of Cassie, who she was sure could take care of it.

  “Mrs Travis wants a girl for a pet,” Bridget said. “She’d prefer you for the whole weekend, so she could get to know you, she said.”

  Cassie wrinkled her nose. “I thought we were supposed to fuck them, not become their friend,” she said.

  Bridget smiled. “Always so direct. But I doubt if she wants that sort of pet. I’m not expecting you will develop a relationship. Just butter her up a bit. She’s wealthy; I can get extra money, I’m sure, if you do a good job.”

  Miss Bridget didn’t know that Cassie had recently begun a friendship with one of the new girls. Ophelia was a pretty little thing, with a deliciously round bottom and little pointed tits that Cassie craved. She didn’t want to be deprived of the pleasure of spanking that bottom and abusing those tits and worse for the whole weekend. But she had too much respect for Miss Bridget to create difficulties.

  “Very well,” she said.

  “Expect the unexpected. If she looks to go too far, you can set limits, though I prefer that you don’t. Just see how it goes.”

  Following instructions, Cassie arrived at Mrs Travis’s house at around six in the evening. Mrs Travis was older than most of the clients; about sixty, Cassie judged. She wore rather old-fashioned clothes: a tweed skirt and a twin set, matching sweater and cardigan, with a string of pearls. She smelled of expensive perfume. Was there a Mr Travis? Cassie didn’t much care, so long as he didn’t put in an unexpected appearance.

  She took Cassie into her drawing room. She didn’t offer anything. Instead she got right down to business.

  “Show me your bottom,” Mrs Travis said.

  Cassie had gone for the schoolgirl look, as Miss Bridget preferred: short, pleated navy blue skirt, crisp white blouse, white cotton underwear and flat shoes. She turned her back to Mrs Travis, lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers halfway down.

  Mrs Travis sighed. “Is there anything more beautiful than the bottom of a cute young girl?” she said. “Pull your cheeks apart, my dear.”

  Cassie felt self-conscious about this. It was one thing to show herself naked; she was used to that. But her asshole was her most private place and exposing it in this way was humiliating, as though she were nothing but holes. Or nothing but that hole in particular.

  “Let go,” said Mrs Travis. She reached out her hand and stroked Cassie’s bottom, first one cheek and then the other. Cassie had a feeling this was the calm before the storm. Mrs Travis slid her hand between the two cheeks, lightly trailing her fingers across Cassie’s asshole. Cassie shivered.

  “I suppose there is just one thing more beautiful,” Mrs Travis went on. “And that’s a well-marked bottom. Perhaps with a whip, perhaps a paddle, perhaps a cane. Depending on one’s mood. Or all three, of course, if one is feeling inclined to extremes. As I am this afternoon, I warn you.”

  Mrs Travis sighed again. She continued stroking Cassie’s bottom. Cassie wasn’t sure if she liked Mrs Travis, but all the same, despite, though possibly because of, the focus on her bottom she was starting to get wet. She hoped Mrs Travis wouldn’t discover that, or not yet. It was embarrassing to show one’s arousal, especially after so little time.

  “How well I remember my poor dear husband and how much he liked a pretty bottom,” Mrs Travis said. “What pleasure it gave him to lay red stripes across it. And to hear the girl whimper or moan as he did it. I so loved to sit and watch as the soft white skin got more and more marked, the lashes turning it a darker red and even purple. He used to turn to me and inquire if the girl deserved more. I’m afraid I always said yes. Do you think that was unkind of me, dear?”

  Cassie didn’t know what to say, but she sensed an edge in the way Mrs Travis spoke. There was a suppressed cruelty in her voice; Cassie was nervous about provoking her. “I expect they deserved it, Mrs Travis,” she said.

  “Not always,” Mrs Travis answered. “But it was such fun. And while he was beating them my husband would become more and more aroused, and then I had to satisfy him, of course.”

  Cassie hoped she wasn’t going to get the details. The idea of Mrs Travis servicing a man was distasteful. Indeed, anything to do with a man was distasteful. Mrs Travis slid her hand between Cassie’s legs again, this time fingering her cunt. Then she inserted a finger, moving it slowly around before taking it out.

  “Hmm,” said Mrs Travis. “Wet already. You girls are all such sluts. I’m afraid there will have to be discipline.”

  “As you wish, Mrs Travis,” Cassie said. A whole weekend of discipline?

  ‘Have you been caned, my dear?” Mrs Travis asked.

  “Yes, Mrs Travis,” Cassie answered. Only once, admittedly, but the beating by Miss Bridget had left marks that had lasted a full week.

  “But perhaps not by anyone as strict as me,” said Mrs Travis.

  Cassie said nothing.

  “So we’ll start things off with an ass caning, and then I’ll fuck you, and then we can get on to the more inventive stuff,” Mrs Travis said.

  Cassie wondered what that would be. It might be interesting, even exciting. Cassie liked games, and she liked sex. But she was nervous of Mrs Travis. What if the later things weren’t nice at all?

  Mrs Travis stood up and went to a cupboard in the corner. She returned brandishing a long, thin cane. Something tightened in Cassie’s belly; no, lower down. It was her cunt that clenched.

  “I think we’ll have the skirt and knickers off,” said Mrs Travis. “But you can keep your top on for the time being. We’ll work on your tits later.”

  Mrs Travis told her to kneel on one of the armchairs, facing the back, with her bare bottom projecting outwards, her back arched. Cassie braced herself, then remembered that Miss Bridget said it was better to stay relaxed. All very well for her to talk, Cassie thought. Mrs Travis stood behind her, measuring the distance, tapping on her bottom to get the range. Cassie heard a swish and then the cane landed with a crack full across both cheeks. She gasped. Dear god, it was like a flaming brand had been laid to her behind. She thought Miss Bridget had been severe; but it was nothing like this. She put her hand back to rub her bottom.

  “Don’t you dare do that,” said Mrs Travis sharply. “I don’t mind if there’s a little noise. But don’t move at all. Or else.”

  Cassie didn’t want to know what the “else” might be. She was sure it was nasty indeed. She set herself for the next stroke. It was equally fierce, landing almost on top of the first, searing Cassie’s tender white bottom. A third and a fourth stroke followed. Mrs Travis paused and took a close look at Cassie’s bottom, then stroked it with her hand. “It looks as if you will mark up beautifully,” she said. The fifth stroke soon followed. Cassie grunted and shifted position slightly.

  “I said keep still,” Mrs Travis said sternly. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

  It was hard to keep perfectly still when the strokes of the cane were so fierce, lacerating Cassie’s tender young flesh. Despite Miss Bridget’s advice, she braced herself, determined to do her best. Further strokes followed, then Mrs Travis paused again and inspected once more.

  “Good,” she said. “Another couple of dozen should do it.” Mrs Travis delivered the remaining strokes in rapid time, leaving Cassie hopping up and down. Mrs Travis gave her an extra stroke, extremely hard, for not keeping still as told. Cassie whimpered. This was bad. And it seemed they had hardly started.

  “Right, up the stairs,” said Mrs Travis. Cassie trotted up the stairs, Mrs Travis foll
owing close behind, admiring as she did so Cassie’s trim little bottom, now decorated with some vivid red stripes.

  “Kneel on the bed, bottom sticking out over the edge,” said Mrs Travis briskly. Cassie heard drawers opening and closing, heard what sounded like a belt being buckled on. Mrs Travis came back into view; Cassie turned to look. She saw a large black dildo sticking at right angles from Mrs Travis’s groin, held in place by a leather harness. As Mrs Travis walked towards her, naked, the thing swayed slowly from side to side.

  Cassie had been fucked in her ass by both Miss Bridget and Miss Flora at different times. Neither experience had been an unalloyed pleasure. Miss Flora had a taste for using anal intercourse as a kind of punishment, the fucking being so hard and so insistent that it was something to be endured rather than enjoyed. Miss Bridget, on the other hand, did not go at it with such violence, but she was apt to choose as her equipment a dildo of extremely large girth, such that a poor girl might be stretched to the point where actual damage might be feared. Both Miss Flora and Miss Bridget took the view that their girls must submit to anal intercourse as a form of training, so that they might be prepared for whatever extremes they might meet in the course of their service; to be pegged by them was not intended to be a pleasure. Even so, Cassie feared that what she was about to receive would be more taxing than anything she had undergone so far.

  Mrs Travis saw Cassie staring at what she had between her legs. “It’s big, isn’t it,” she said brightly. “I’m someone who believes in getting value for money, and when I buy a girl to fuck, I expect to get my money’s worth. I like to hear a girl squeal and feel her squirm a bit. That way, I know I am getting what I paid for. I’m going to fuck you like a bitch and when I’ve finished with you, you’ll be crawling about like a whipped cur.”