by Cress, Rynna
She liked the pain, she realized. Every moment she spent enduring it was a moment filled with thoughts of Janelle, and the firm control she held over her. The pain was inside of her, and Janelle had put it there. For whatever reason, Lacy found that comforting, arousing even.
As Vanessa began lathering body wash over her arms, Lacy slowly, delicately ran her hands over her asscheeks, feeling the swollen contours of the striped welts from last night’s beating, closing her eyes and gasping quietly to herself at how hot the skin still felt to the touch.
Smiling, Vanessa reached around and placed her soapy hands over Lacy’s, softly pressing them in against her ass, releasing a perfect rush of aching pain through the girl’s body, pulling her in close against her. “They’re wonderful, aren’t they?” Vanessa whispered. Lacy nodded weakly, her mind processing the pain, flashing back to the deep subspace Janelle had put her in last night.
“And you like the way it hurts,” she said, clenching her fingers in on Lacy’s ass, pushing her. “I can tell.”
“Yes…” Lacy said, practically a moan. Vanessa smiled at her.
“That’s why you belong with us,” she whispered, leaning in and sliding her tongue into Lacy’s mouth. The two of them kissed deeply, Lacy reaching up to tenderly hold Vanessa’s face in her hands and Vanessa continuing to rub and squeeze at her sore ass, enjoying the girl’s breathy whimpers. It was a side of Vanessa that Lacy hadn’t seen yet. The Vanessa she knew was a confident, sensual, and highly capable submissive, but this Vanessa had just a touch of sadism, a piercing hunger for control that seemed to swirl within her green eyes as she playfully tormented Lacy’s welts.
And judging by how hard Lacy was kissing her, by how wet the pain was making her, Lacy liked it.
A playful twinkle in her eye, Vanessa reached up and took hold of the chains dangling from Lacy’s nipples. Slowly, teasingly, she began to tug at them, Lacy gasping as they clenched down on her delicate flesh.
“Vanessa… please… careful…” she stammered, trying in vain to arch her chest forward to counter the tension, not at all eager to lose a clamp and disappoint her Mistress for the first time.
“Just trust me,” Vanessa whispered, pulling even harder, Lacy biting her lip as the pain intensified. “Pull mine, too.”
Ever submissive, Lacy obeyed, taking the chains and pulling gently at Vanessa’s nipples.
“Mmmm,” Vanessa purred, enjoying the pain. “Harder, Lacy, please. Don’t worry, my studs won’t let them come off...”
It was true – with her piercings in place, Vanessa’s clamps wouldn’t come off without some serious pulling. Still, Lacy was hesitant – she didn’t like flirting with punishment…
Vanessa gave Lacy’s nipples a sharp yank, the clamps nearly coming off. Lacy yelped in pain, gritting her teeth.
“Pull mine or I’ll pull yours,” Vanessa said, grinning mischievously.
Lacy gave a frustrated whine, but gave in, pulling Vanessa’s nipples harder and harder, until she was gasping in masochistic pleasure.
“Harder Lacy…” she gasped, “harder…”
“Vanessa, please, they’re going to come off…”
But Vanessa ignored her, instead tugging even harder at Lacy’s nipples, the left clamp slowly beginning to slip as skin painfully stretched out of its tightening grasp.
“Mine or yours, Lacy,” Vanessa said. “And your clamps will come off a lot faster than mine.”
Her face twisted with pain and frustration, Lacy had no choice but to give Vanessa what she wanted, pulling the chains even harder, stretching Vanessa’s nipples to their limit, inches out from her body. Vanessa grunted with pain, lowering her head and clenching her face, bearing it, enjoying it. Lacy couldn’t help but feel turned on at the sight, this gorgeous pain slut in front of her…
“Me too…” Lacy whispered, unable to help herself. “I want it, Vanessa…”
Vanessa grinned at her through her pain, pausing for a moment, then giving Lacy’s chains a sharp yank, her nipples stretching out in front of her.
Lacy threw her head back, her mouth opened in a silent scream, the fiery pain in her nipples shooting straight into her brain, sending her endorphins into a rushed frenzy that seemed to circulate throughout her entire body.
“Fuck…” Lacy moaned, her voice breaking, her legs wobbling beneath her. She swallowed, taking in a sharp breath, then looked back down at Vanessa, an uncontrollable fire in her eyes.
“Harder,” she said, her voice low and rough, a carnal, masochistic force taking control.
“Lacy, I can’t pull them much harder without…”
Lacy gave Vanessa’s chains a hard, angry tug, submitting to her own darkest desires. Vanessa gave a soft shriek of pain and surprise, then looked at Lacy as if seeing her in a whole new light.
“Harder,” she repeated.
Vanessa took a breath, nodding, then pulled harder still, the clamps just barely clinging on to Lacy’s nipples. As more and more of her tender skin slipped out of the clamps’ grasp, the pain grew more and more intense…
…And her pussy grew wetter and wetter.
“Unnngghh!”
Riding a wave of unrestrained arousal, Lacy wailed and suddenly threw her shoulders back, away from Vanessa, jerking herself away from the clamps.
SNAP SNAP!
Flushed and out of breath, Lacy slowly looked down in shock at what she’d done. The chains dangled freely off of Vanessa – Lacy’s nipples were bare.
The two women locked eyes, the water rushing over them.
“I… I don’t know what came over me…” Lacy finally said.
Vanessa arched an eyebrow, looking the girl over.
“I think you know exactly what came over you,” she said.
**********
Now dressed, Janelle couldn’t help but smile as she gazed down at her two naked slaves kneeling before her in the bedroom, shaking her head, the clamps still dangling loosely from Vanessa’s nipples.
“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you Lacy?” she asked.
Lacy swallowed. “No, Janelle,” she said, her voice quiet and ashamed.
Janelle leaned down, grabbing both chains in her hand and ripping them off of Vanessa’s nipples, Vanessa shrieking and shuddering. She neatly folded them in her hand, and calmly returned them to her drawer of toys, then turned back to the two of them.
“If I didn’t know better,” she began, eyeing Lacy, “I’d say that you enjoy pain, Lacy. Would you agree?”
Lacy let out a sigh before admitting, “Yes, Janelle.”
Janelle stood before her, seeming to tower over her, then casually leaned down, grabbing a fistful of Lacy’s hair and pulling her head back.
SMACK!
She slapped her across the face, hard, staring curiously into her eyes as the girl let out a pained, whimpering moan.
“Did you enjoy that?” she asked, her voice low.
“…Yes, Janelle…” Lacy confessed, the warm tingling in the girl’s cheek sending rushes of pleasure through her body, warming her pussy…
Janelle smiled and released the girl’s hair.
“Very interesting,” she muttered. “I suppose you’re just a whore for attention, wherever you can get it, aren’t you?”
Lacy looked up at her, confident and unafraid. “Yes, Janelle,” she said.
Janelle’s smile slowly dropped, and she stared down at Lacy with hardened eyes.
“Then today you will receive none. You may not look at me until I say otherwise. I also do not wish to hear your voice, so you may not speak. At the office, Vanessa will answer all calls. Is that understood?”
Lacy sighed, nodding and turning her face down to the floor.
“Good girl. Now, before you two get dressed…” Janelle said, moving back to her drawers and rooting around for something. She found it, and turned around, facing the girls.
In her hand were two metal plugs, shaped like small, curved rockets.
“Bend over. Both of you.�
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The girls obeyed, and Janelle kneeled behind them. Lacy felt a cold drop of lube splash down onto her asshole. She turned her head on the floor, facing Vanessa, who looked back at her with a calm smile on her face.
Lacy felt the cold, smooth tip of one of the plugs against her ass, Janelle rotating it in a small circle, tracing the outline of Lacy’s sphincter. Lacy couldn’t help but give out a nervous moan… she had never had anything inside of her ass before…
SMACK!
Janelle gave Lacy’s still-striped ass a hard, painful slap.
“I told you I don’t want to hear your voice,” Janelle snarled. Lacy took in a sharp breath, struggling to contain a whimper, and bit her lip.
Janelle turned back to the plug, continuing to tease Lacy’s hole for a few moments. Then, Lacy felt her begin to push, the tip of the plug sliding in, her ass gradually expanding to take more and more of it. It took all of Lacy’s effort not to moan at this new sensation.
Finally, Janelle worked the plug in to its widest point, Lacy’s legs quivering beneath her. With one last gentle push, her ass greedily took in the rest of the plug, her sphincter collapsing around its tapered base.
“Very good, Lacy…” Janelle said, moving behind Vanessa. “And now you…”
Vanessa’s plug went in faster and easier than Lacy’s, her experience shining through. Janelle smiled at the two of them, pleased, and pulled what looked like a small garage door opener out of her purse.
“Now Lacy, you and Vanessa will wear your plugs at all times today,” Janelle explained. “And if I wish to see either one of you in my office…”
She pressed one of the buttons on the device.
Immediately, Lacy began to squirm involuntarily, her breath taken away, her eyes bulging. Inside of her ass, the plug was shooting a steady, clicking current of electricity, shocking her from the inside out.
“…You’ll know immediately,” Janelle finished, releasing the button, a sadistic smirk across her face.
Her eyes still wide, Lacy looked to Vanessa, suddenly realizing what she had seen yesterday at the office…
The look of discomfort… the sudden, “random” trip into Janelle’s office…
She was being… paged.
**********
What a difference a day makes…
Lacy could hardly believe how much had changed since her last day at work. In just twenty-four hours, she had been drawn into something that had quickly become incredibly important to her, more important than anything else. Lacy was a submissive, a painslut, a slave.
She was owned.
But ironically enough, Lacy had never felt freer. As she sat down at her desk, gingerly adjusting her weight onto the base of the plug still buried in her ass, she felt happy and confident, ready to tackle whatever the day might send her way. She was Janelle’s good girl, and she now knew just how capable she was of handling herself under intense stress. And if she ever under-performed, well, Janelle would be right there to correct the problem.
She had nowhere to go but up.
Vanessa took her seat across from Lacy, thoughtfully bringing her a cup of coffee. The two of them had carpooled to work, Lacy wearing one of Vanessa’s spare outfits, with Janelle perhaps an hour behind them. And while yesterday, Lacy had felt nothing but dread as Janelle’s arrival to the office neared, today, she could hardly contain her excitement. Today, her training would officially begin.
Today, Janelle had told her, everything would change.
Her excitement was so strong that Lacy quickly developed a near Pavlovian reaction to the sound of the elevator opening. With each loud ding, she felt a happy chill run down her spine, and she would crane her neck around the corner to see if it was her Mistress stepping off the elevator.
Finally, after an hour that felt like much longer to Lacy, Janelle arrived. But there was no ding from the elevator doors opening, and there was no sign of her in the office space…
Instead, Lacy felt a steady stream of electricity begin to flow from the plug, forcing a shudder out of her. She quickly looked up at Vanessa, the girl obviously feeling a similar shock, the two of them nodding at each other silently.
Janelle was on her way in.
Lacy followed Vanessa into Janelle’s office, closing the door behind her. Vanessa knelt on the floor in front of Janelle’s desk, her head bowed, and Lacy quickly followed suit, kneeling beside her.
Then they waited.
After a minute or two, the door opened, and Janelle stepped in, closing the door behind her and smiling down at her two obedient slaves.
“Good girls,” she said softly.
She took her coat off, hanging it on a hook on the back of the door, then moved to her desk, taking a seat.
“Vanessa,” she said curtly.
“Good morning Janelle,” Vanessa quickly said, raising her head and looking Janelle in the eye as she spoke. “You have an urgent message from Mitch Landis – he’s ready to sign the deal on Sherman Plaza, and would like to sign the contracts sometime today.”
“Good,” Janelle said, tapping a pencil on her desk. “What else?”
“Lacy re-organized your schedule for today after receiving notice that the meeting with the junior partners had to be rescheduled for next week,” Vanessa said. “Your morning is now clear until 11:30, when you have a lunch meeting with Hector.”
“He wants a promotion,” Janelle muttered, half to herself. “Make sure I have a copy of his most recent deal reports by 11:00.”
“Yes, Janelle,” Vanessa said.
“Did Lacy type of the minutes from the property scout?”
“Yes, Janelle.”
“Good,” Janelle said. “I’ll need those right away, along with your recommendations of potential assets. Make sure you show Lacy how that works.”
“Yes, Janelle.”
“Oh, and Vanessa,” Janelle added, “Clear my schedule from 2:00 on.”
“Of course, Janelle. May I ask why?”
Janelle’s thin, red lips curled up into a smile.
“You know why.”
Vanessa didn’t blink an eye, giving Janelle an obedient nod.
“Yes, Janelle,” she said, hesitating a moment and then adding, “May I speak with you privately?”
Janelle shot Vanessa a quizzical look. “You have no privacy, Vanessa,” she said.
“Please, Janelle,” Vanessa said, undeterred, her voice uncharacteristically insistent.
Janelle furrowed her brow, Vanessa catching her by surprise. Lacy, her head still bowed, widened her eyes, wondering what the hell was going on. Vanessa knew better than to request her Mistress’ time. And just what did she need to talk to her about?
Then, to Lacy’s amazement, Janelle swallowed and said, “As you wish, Vanessa. Lacy, please leave us.”
Lacy rose and quickly left the office, returning to her desk utterly confused.
As you wish? Was she joking?
If it had been sarcasm, Lacy hadn’t been able to tell. She had been staring at the floor, not reading Janelle’s face. But Janelle simply wasn’t the sarcastic type…
No, Lacy decided, something else was going on. But like yesterday, when Vanessa had been secretly paged into Janelle’s office, Lacy felt left completely in the dark. They were hiding something from her, and she didn’t like it.
But, if Janelle was willing to grant Vanessa a private conversation, then there was nothing Lacy could do about it. All she could do was sit and wonder what was so important for Vanessa to feel the need to make such a bold request, and why she had been left out of the loop.
…smack…
Lacy perked up, hearing the faintest sound of a spanking coming from behind Janelle’s thick door. Vanessa’s being punished, Lacy thought to herself. That made sense. But why not do it in front of Lacy? Wouldn’t she want to make an example of Vanessa in front of her? Something just wasn’t adding up…
…smack…
Lacy just hoped that she hadn’t inadvertently done som
ething wrong. But then again, if she had done something wrong, wouldn’t she be the one getting punished?
The spanking stopped, and Lacy strained her ear to try and hear what was going on. She thought she could hear voices for a moment, but there was no way to tell what was being said.
Don’t eavesdrop, she thought to herself, turning back to her computer monitor, no matter how curious you are. Just focus on your…
BZZZZZ.
The plug in Lacy’s ass began to vibrate, shocking her, catching her off guard and interrupting her train of thought.
She was being summoned.
Good, she thought, not enjoying being isolated. It had felt like punishment not knowing what was going on – but then again, perhaps that was the way Janelle intended it.
Lacy rose from her seat, moving to the door, hesitating for some reason before entering. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t shake the thought that something was still odd. Everything will change, she could hear Janelle saying…
Lacy opened the door and stepped inside, freezing at what she saw, her eyes wide.
Janelle was bent over her own desk, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her panties pulled down around her ankles, her ass bright pink from a hard spanking. And behind her stood Vanessa, smiling as she rubbed at Janelle’s clit with one hand and finished buzzing Lacy with the other.
“Kneel Lacy,” Vanessa said, still working Janelle. “I want you to see this.”
Completely stunned, Lacy could only stare at Vanessa and then Janelle, who turned her head to face her, looking into the girl’s confused eyes.
“Obey her, Lacy,” Janelle commanded.
Her face still locked in confusion, Lacy slowly knelt.
Vanessa intensified her efforts, her hand flying back and forth at a blistering pace over Janelle’s clit. Before long, she was on the edge of climaxing, her breathing loud and labored, her face flushed.
“Please Vanessa…” Janelle moaned softly, “may I cum?”
Lacy’s jaw dropped a little.
“Yes, Janelle, you may cum,” Vanessa answered, Janelle quickly responding with a long, steady moan as an orgasm began rippling through her body. Satisfied with her work, Vanessa gave an out of breath Janelle a hard slap on the ass, then smiled, an idea striking her.