“Get me out of this fucking contraption and tell this silly old cow to piss off. I am the dominant one. God, when I get hold of you, sweetheart, you will learn what slavery really means. I’ll take you with that strap-on. I’ve warned you it would happen.”
Madam Morgana was dressed demurely in a gray skirt and off-white blouse; her shoes were patent leather. Every inch the old-fashioned prim and proper schoolmistress, she took off her glasses and glared at the captive blonde.
“You were right to call me, young lady. I well remember how unruly and rebellious this girl was in class but really I am shocked and disgusted at how she has grown into this lewd foul-mouthed slut. Well, she needs to be taught a very harsh lesson and I am most capable of delivering it.”
Reaching into her canvas bag, the woman produced a short black whip with a leather handle. Turning to Toni she barked at her, “Get me a pair of sharp scissors, now.” Seeing the look on her face, she almost smiled. “Don’t be stupid I’m not going to cut her, just do as you’re told.”
Frantically writhing as she tried to free herself, Kate shouted wildly at the older woman.
“Keep your filthy hands off me, bitch. We aren’t at school now, when I get free I’ll—”
“You’ll do as I want and you are a long way from freedom, you little whore. One more word, ONE MORE WORD and you’ll get a lot worse treatment, God help you.”
The look on her face was enough to quieten Kate. There was a strength and a menace about her that made her seem very powerful.
Taking the scissors from the by now shaken Toni, Madam leaned forward and deftly cut through Kate’s bra straps. She reached out and twisted both nipples fiercely, enjoying how her captive winced. Stooping, she expertly and efficiently sliced through the fabric of the blonde girl’s knickers until she was completely naked.
“Well, well, you really are a total whore, aren’t you, girl? Trapped, helpless, stripped in front of your superior and you’re not ashamed – you’re aroused! Look how hard your nipples are, how wet your pussy is already. Disgusting.” She slid her long fingers between Kate’s legs and inserted one, two then three fingers inside her gaping wet hole, chuckling softly at how the girl twisted and turned but only got herself wetter and hotter as the sweat poured from her and juices flowed from her freshly shaven pussy lips.
Bringing her fingers out briefly, she held them up in front of Toni and invited her to taste Kate. She greedily did so, making Morgana grin even wider.
“So, we all can see how much you enjoy being fingered and what a wanton tart you really are but I think it’s time you were brought to heel.”
She was an expert, of course. How many women had felt the lash of that whip, how long had she been perfecting her technique?
“Each time I whip you, whore, you will say ‘Thank you, Mistress’ for me. If you don’t you will be very sorry for a very long time I promise you.”
But Kate was proud and stubborn and the first three strokes on her back and her arse were met with a silence as she set her lips together and grimaced, determined to tough it out.
Madam Morgana’s face was a mask of fury. “I warned you, didn’t I?”
“Fuck you, bitch.” Kate felt she was winning the war, but the feeling didn’t last long.
Changing her angle of attack, the mistress crashed the whip down between Kate’s outspread legs, flaying her still moist vulnerable labia. The wetness that had begun before made the whip sting and bite into her labia and crack against her engorged clit. Mewling, whimpering, almost crying, Kate knew she had to submit.
“Thank you, Mistress. Please, Mistress, thank you for doing this.”
A gloating sneering look was her tormentor’s reward.
“You even like your cunt thrashed don’t you, bitch? You’re so wet and open, a shame not to satisfy your lust isn’t it, darling?”
Her canvas bag was needed again and she produced a huge black dildo. “This should help you, but I think you will enjoy it more if your little playmate helps us out.”
Snapping her fingers, she motioned Toni forward and, thrusting the instrument into her hands she barked at her, “Ram it up her cunt, in and out, and if I think you’re being gentle you will be punished next. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Toni answered almost in a trance.
Forcing the dildo deep into Kate’s invitingly soft velvet tunnel, she was amazed at just how good it felt to be doing it, to be “forced” to pleasure her lover this way, whilst another woman watched them.
Her pleasure only increased at the sensation of long probing fingers exploring the inside of her wet knickers as Madam toyed with her rock hard clit and fingered her soft folds and crevices. She still had a free hand, of course, and so she was able to go back to thrashing Kate’s bare arse, reveling in seeing red stripes appearing even as the first waves of orgasm swept through her body.
Slipping a bony finger up her crack was a bonus, of course.
Pain and pleasure (which was which?) surged through Kate and she cried out as she squirted come all over the dildo, over Toni’s hands as it was withdrawn, sticky honey juice sliding down her thighs too.
“And what have you to say, you slut?”
Deep breath. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“You are learning, I see. But I want you to tell me you are just my slave, you will submit to me as I choose. Say it, now.”
As she spoke the mistress had moved closer to Kate and pinched her left nipple savagely between her fingers. Kate guessed there was practically nothing she wouldn’t do to beat her into submission so she spoke softly but clearly.
“Yes, Mistress, I am your slave whenever and however you want me, please.”
“Very good, girl. I will be going soon but there is one more thing I want to do for you both. I have enjoyed breaking your spirit, Kate. Your pussy has been whipped and soaked and you will bear the marks on your body for a while yet, but you have a dirty mouth and I want to sweeten it a little. Toni, get your skirt and knickers off. Bring that chair over here and stand on it, quickly, girl.”
Toni stripped off instantly, glowing as she saw how Madam Morgana enjoyed her unshaven bush of hair framing her own pussy. She was soaking herself by now and had been desperate to get some relief for a while but had not dared to.
She knew what Miss Lawrence wanted and God so did she. Toni stepped onto the chair and eased her lower half a little further down until her pussy was level with Kate’s mouth, and then thrust her glistening hungry hole right into the captive’s mouth.
The girls knew what they had to do and Kate began to devour her lover’s sweet wet cunt. Licking at her clit, playing with her folds, teasing, licking and sucking, fucking her with an eager tongue, they were both aware of the other woman’s panting breath and that her hands were buried deep inside her own knickers. Toni finally broke away with her come covering Kate’s mouth, face and neck.
Madam Morgana studied them for a few moments: Kate still trapped in the machine, her body bruised and sore, come drying on her legs below her soggy pussy lips, her face and her neck slick with Toni’s juices; Toni, naked from the waist down, panting and flushed as her own pussy was practically melting hot and dripping onto the floor.
She smiled sweetly. “I’m going now. I don’t think you need me anymore – just for the moment, that is. Continue to explore together and I will look forward to quashing that rebellious streak of yours for good, Kate.”
THE FULL GYM EXPERIENCE
Lynn Lake
Teresa Connors tentatively pushed the gym door open. It was ripped out of her hand by the woman pulling on the other side.
“Hi!” the woman said, grinning. “Welcome to Figures! I’m Wendy, the owner.”
Teresa shyly smiled back, replied, “Hi.”
“You’re new here, right?”
Teresa nodded, her jet-black pigtails bobbing. She’d just come from work, was wearing a white blouse and dark-blue skirt, black pumps. She was a small, slim, pale woman, with large violet
eyes and plush red lips, a pretty, oval face.
Wendy was tall and bronzed and blonde, Amazonian, her body lithe and toned, clear blue eyes set wide apart in a high-cheekboned face. She said, “Thought so. I know everyone here. I make it my business to get to know everyone here. The personal touch is what you’ll get at my gym. Here, let me show you around.”
She gripped Teresa’s arm and escorted her into the weight area, showed her the exercise machines, pulled her past the two mirrored aerobic rooms and the small swimming pool and whirlpool, into the locker room.
“It’s a lot bigger than I thought,” Teresa commented, setting her gym bag down on a wooden bench in the locker room.
“Bigger and better!” Wendy boasted. “With four washrooms – all women’s.” She grinned. “No waiting.”
“It is a women’s-only facility, right?”
“Right. Why don’t you get into your gym gear and I’ll put you through the paces, see where you stack up fitnesswise, what you have to work on? That way I can customize a program for you.”
Teresa nodded and zipped open her bag, pulled out a stretchy, aquamarine crop top and a pair of black half-leggings. “I’d like to get stronger,” she said, beginning to unbutton her blouse.
Wendy smiled, hands on her hips, feet planted firmly apart on the green indoor-outdoor carpeting, watching Teresa. The woman’s nipples were clearly visible, poking almost right through the green tube-top she was wearing, her long, caramel legs flowing smooth and strong out of a pair of almost thong-like black shorts.
“Uh, can I use this locker right here?” Teresa asked, pointing at a locker where the lock hung unlocked. Wondering why Wendy wasn’t leaving her alone to change. She felt more than a little body self-conscious in the presence of the buffed beauty.
“You bet! I’ll give you the key later on.”
Teresa unfastened a couple more buttons on her blouse. Wendy stood there grinning and watching.
This was personal service, Teresa thought. Her workmate had said that they really pay attention to you at Figures, when she’d recommended the gym to Teresa.
Teresa blinked her eyes, her bra showing as she went one button lower. Wendy didn’t move, didn’t look away. Teresa smiled nervously and glanced around at nothing. Then, finally, she took a deep breath and rapidly unfastened the remaining buttons on her blouse, pulled the garment off, grabbed up her gym top and tried to squirm it on.
“I’d take off the bra, Teresa,” Wendy remarked. “It’ll be easier to exercise and evaluate that way until we find you the right program.” She moved in behind Teresa, who was helpless with her top stretched up in her arms. Wendy expertly popped Teresa’s bra open at the back and pulled it away.
Teresa’s small breasts stood out, creamy white and conical, tipped by kitten-pink nipples that swelled and sniffed at the air-conditioned air. The woman dove up into her top, yanking it down over her breasts. Her nipples stiffened even further as the spandex tightened over top of them.
Teresa looked over at Wendy and smiled weakly. The gym owner had returned to her previous position, watching. Teresa unhooked her skirt and let it drop, jumped into her gym leggings almost before the business attire had hit the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief when Wendy made no mention of removing her white cotton panties.
But then Teresa gasped when she felt Wendy’s hands on her bare shoulders. “Looks like you could use some strength work, all right. Build some more muscle,” the gym owner commented, running her strong hands down Teresa’s shoulders and onto the woman’s bare arms, squeezing firmly as she did so.
“That – that’s what I was looking to do,” Teresa spluttered, feeling the woman’s warm, smooth palms and long fingers glide over her skin, leaving a trail of flared goosebumps behind. “But I, uh, don’t want to get too bulky or anything.”
“Don’t want to become a butch, huh?” Wendy said, suddenly squatting down and running her hands up and down Teresa’s legs, skin on skin below the knees.
Teresa jumped when the woman curved her hands up over Teresa’s butt cheeks, around her bare waist and stomach. “You’re fairly tight, but you could definitely do with some more muscle mass,” Wendy stated. She stood up, her hands gliding up and over Teresa’s breasts.
Teresa shivered, Wendy’s fingers sliding up along her nipples, squeezing slightly before popping off. And then she jumped again when Wendy smacked her on the bum.
“OK, let’s hit the weights! See what you can do.”
The effervescent gym owner put Teresa through her paces, plopping her down at a lat machine and getting her to flap out ten reps at various tension levels. Then she pulled Teresa off that machine and stretched her out on a bench, had her pump a barbell off her chest with various weight loads. Teresa barely had time to catch her breath, gulp some water, before she was hauled off to the next exercise machine, had dumbbells or a barbell thrust into her hands or onto her shoulders.
And at each stage of the feeling-out workout, Wendy felt out Teresa. The woman’s hands were all over the huffing and puffing exerciser, pointing out muscle groups, rubbing soft and sore spots, showing off development and lack thereof, touching and stroking and slapping, hands-on instruction.
Teresa didn’t just get a workout, she got worked up.
By the end of the heated session, her body and face were sheened with sweat, both burning, her pussy almost as wet and hot. She couldn’t tell for sure if Wendy was stroking and stoking her for purely exercise purposes, or for more erotic reasons.
And when Wendy suggested a rubdown after all the strenuous, sensuous activity, Teresa got even more confused, and aroused.
“We’ve got two of them,” the gym owner bragged, ushering Teresa into a small room with a padded table in the middle. “Nice and private. Nice and soothing after a tough workout.” She shut the door firmly behind her.
Teresa swallowed, staring at the table, all alone in the room with the buff bundle of energy. Her legs shook with more than just exhaustion.
“Strip down and prepare to get rubbed down!” Wendy enthused.
“T-take off . . . all my clothes?”
“No need to be shy. It’s just you and me, girl.”
Teresa slowly peeled off her top. Her breasts popped out, slick and slightly reddened from all the exertion, nipples hard. She was slowly pushing down her shorts, when Wendy suddenly shoved her face down onto the massage table, dug her fingers into the waistband of Teresa’s shorts and skinned them and Teresa’s panties right off her legs. Teresa’s pink sneakers and white ankle socks quickly followed.
Warm baby oil splashed down on Teresa’s back. Warm hands rubbed it into her tingling skin, massaging the knots and tension out of her neck and shoulders, loosening up her upper and lower back. When Wendy’s hands slid down into the small of Teresa’s back and then glided up onto her buttocks, Teresa blew out her cheeks through the face hole in the table.
Wendy plied Teresa’s butt cheeks, kneading the thick, soft flesh, smearing oil all over and in between. Teresa quivered as she felt Wendy’s fingers slide down her inner cheeks and into her crack, brush along her sensitive bum cleavage. And then she flat-out shuddered, when Wendy’s fingertips stroked down over her pussy.
“Getting good and loose now, huh?” the sensuous masseuse cracked, grabbing on to the back of Teresa’s thighs and oiling her hands down.
She rubbed and stretched Teresa’s thighs, unbunched clenched calf muscles, encircled ankles and lifted feet and smoothed over curved arches and soles. Teresa’s foot-bottoms crinkled with pleasure, Wendy’s fingers wrapping and rubbing around them.
A sharp smack on the ass blew Teresa up out of her bliss.
“OK, flip ’er over! You get full frontal with me.”
Teresa lifted her dizzy head and looked around. She opened her mouth to say something, but never got it out, as her very personal trainer rolled her right over on the table. She found herself staring up at the ceiling, her breasts and pussy on full display.
Wendy’s face l
oomed up in front of her, as the woman gripped Teresa’s shoulders and rubbed. The grin was there, along with a twinkle in the sparkling blue eyes.
Teresa’s own eyes shone, her body flooding with heat, breasts and nipples with feeling, as Wendy’s slippery hands smoothed down her chest and caught up her tits, squeezed and kneaded the intimate flesh.
“Oooh!” Teresa breathed, body gone as rigid as her nipples, eyes unblinking.
Her entire being tingled with the sensual sensation of Wendy’s hands grasping and working her breasts, fingers slipping up and pulling on her nipples. Then the woman’s hands were off Teresa’s tits, leaving them buzzing, sliding down Teresa’s sides, over her stomach, onto her thighs.
Teresa shivered, Wendy’s fingers brushing her pubes, her slit itself, as the woman kneaded her thigh muscles, massaged the inner flesh up close to her pussy. Teresa welled up with emotion, ready to explode. But then the hands were down her thighs just in the nick of time and onto her shins, grasping and rubbing her feet again.
“How was that?” Wendy asked, sliding her hands over Teresa’s heels and up along the woman’s soles, fingers squeezing them tight. Then popping off her toes for the final time.
“Terrific!” Teresa gushed, electrified.
“Let’s hit the showers, then, get you all cleaned up. I’m feeling kind of dirty myself.”
Teresa popped her head up. Wendy grabbed her arm and yanked her off the table, towed her out of the massage room and through the locker room and onto the green tiles of the communal shower room. The gym owner was naked in an instant, twisting the dials in front of Teresa, needles of steaming hot water bursting out of the showerhead and streaming over both women’s nude bodies.
Teresa stared at Wendy through the rising mist. The woman’s breasts were firm and high, bronzed as the rest of her lean body, capped by tan nipples that jutted out an amazing half-inch or so. Her pussy was shaved completely bare, except for a razor-crafted blonde barbell at the top of her slit.
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