Sarah arrived, as instructed, in the company’s reception lobby at exactly 3 o’clock on Friday afternoon. The security guard checked her name on the list and sent her up to the governors’ floor. The pretty receptionist behind the big desk there said that Dr Jones’ PA would be around in a minute, asked her to sit and offered her a coffee. Opposite the desk there were two big, low leather sofas and a low table with a selection of the company’s literature carefully laid out. Sarah declined the coffee and waited on one of the sofas, as she had been trained, with her feet placed together, her thighs slightly apart, her back straight and her lips not completely closed.
The PA kept her waiting like that for more than 20 minutes. The receptionist became increasingly agitated; Sarah assumed that being kept waiting was a rare event in this office. The girl reassured Sarah that she would be seen soon and offered to ring through again in case there was a problem. Sarah assured her that it wasn’t important, she didn’t mind waiting and was sure Dr Jones would see her when he was ready.
When she did come, the PA was slight and neatly dressed but wearing very high heels. Efficient looking, as Sarah had expected, but with a sharper edge. When Sarah had first been told to come to see her lover at the company’s offices she had asked him if it would cause him difficulties. He had replied no, his PA had it all in hand, she booked all his appointments with his mistresses and was pleased to hear he had taken his exploration of S&M to a new phase. Sarah didn’t find this reassuring at all; she wondered just how involved the PA had been in these ‘explorations’. She had also wondered what he meant by ‘all in hand’ and why the PA felt it her business to be so pleased. Facing the PA in the reception area, she felt her stomach turn over; it was clear she meant to get very much involved now, if she hadn’t before.
“Hello,” said the PA, holding out her hand, "I’m Yvonne, Dr Jones’ personal assistant."
“Sarah,” said Sarah, standing up to shake the proffered hand.
“Yes,” said Yvonne, “I know. Dr Jones and I have talked about you a lot.”
“Oh,” said Sarah, following Yvonne as she turned away. “Great.” She thought she had said it too quietly for the PA to hear but Yvonne turned and gave her a very wide smile as she opened the security door to the offices. Sarah was led through an open plan office, into a corridor with a number of small meeting rooms leading off it and left in one of them with a curt “wait here.” Any trace of a smile had gone.
There was nothing in the room but a single chair. Sarah looked around and saw a small security camera in one corner and knew better than to sit down. She stood still in the centre of the room with her hands by her sides and her eyes down. She had expected to be waiting for a while but Yvonne was back almost straight away.
“They are ready for you now,” she said. They? Sarah had been expecting only her lover. “I just need to get you ready quickly. Bend over that chair for me.”
Sarah bent over the chair and Yvonne pushed her legs apart, lifting her dress over her back. Sarah wore no underwear as her lover ordered when he wanted to see her. Sarah flinched as the PA ran her hands over the marks of this morning’s caning and tried not to tense up as a well-lubricated plug was pushed into her anus. It was quite small and had a deep flange, so Sarah would have no trouble holding it in and it wasn’t at all uncomfortable. Just as she was wondering what the point of it was, Yvonne took out a small black box with an electrical lead and connected it to the plug. Once it was connected she pulled the dress back down, asked Sarah to stand up and gave her the box to hold. Sarah looked at it.
“Um, what am I suppos...”
“Shh,” said Yvonne. “No speaking without being spoken to; isn't that the rule? I'll see that you get punished for that. Now follow me.”
Sarah followed her out of the room and into a big boardroom next door, still holding the box with its lead coming out from under her dress. Her lover was sitting at the table with three other men and a tall woman in a grey suit was giving a presentation in front of a screen. They all turned to look as the two women came into the room but her lover waved the woman giving the presentation on and they turned back to the screen. Yvonne guided Sarah to a row of chairs against the wall and sat her down so that she was facing her lover across the table with the other three men having their backs to her. The woman giving the presentation looked at her occasionally as she carried on with her talk but otherwise only her lover could see her.
Once Sarah was seated, Yvonne walked around the table and spoke quietly in the ear of Sarah's lover. He looked sharply at Sarah and nodded to Yvonne. She left the room, closing the door gently behind her. Her lover looked at Sarah intently and shook his head. The box in her hand began to vibrate. After a few seconds she felt a tingling from the probe in her anus that rapidly built to a terrifying sharp, burning pain. She clenched all her muscles and bit her lip to stop crying out.
Eventually the pain stopped and the box stopped vibrating. Sarah felt pale and shaky as she tried to recompose herself on her chair. The presenter had given her a couple of odd looks but no one other than her lover had really noticed her ordeal. He looked approving. Sarah noticed now that he had a box like the one she was holding sitting amongst the papers in front of him. He saw her looking at it and touched its front. Her box vibrated and the pain began again but this time it was only a sharp twinge.
As she recovered, Sarah watched the presentation. It was some sort of complex financial transaction with charts and spreadsheets. The other people in the room were watching intently and asking questions. Sarah was bored and let her attention wander but got a sharp jolt from her anus that made her look at her lover. He indicated the screen with his head so she turned her attention back to it. As she watched she got a strange feeling of familiarity about the presenter. Her suit was grey and neatly tailored but short and tight. Her hair was dyed very black, her red nails long and her shoes were patent leather. Sarah knew women like this but they were not usually so fluent in economics.
The box began to quiver and another jolt burned through her but now she recalled where she had seen this woman before. There was a photograph of her on her lover’s dungeon wall, dressed in a leather cat-suit with Dr Jones kneeling naked between her legs.
The presentation continued for another ten minutes and Sarah made sure she paid attention to avoid another jolt. After the final questions had been answered the three men left the room, leaving Sarah alone with Dr Jones and the woman she now recognised as Mistress V.
The PA reappeared and looked from Dr Jones to Mistress V, asking if they required anything else. “Get my keys, Yvonne. Dr Jones is going to be out for the rest of the afternoon,” the woman said. Yvonne smiled and hurried away to fetch Mistress V’s keys.
Sarah sat as still as a statue and silent in her chair. She was partly afraid of the tall woman with black hair and partly fascinated by her, wondering how anyone could have such power over her lover, who was always so dominant with her.
“Come over here Sarah,” Mistress V said, and immediately Sarah sprang from her chair and approached the woman, who was now sitting on the table next to Dr Jones.
“Open your shirt,” she ordered, and Sarah began undoing the buttons as quickly as she could. Mistress V’s hands slid inside the fabric and began caressing Sarah’s breasts, playing with them gently. Dr Jones watched as she continued to stroke Sarah and arouse her nipples.
“Dr Jones is going to take you to my dungeon, Sarah, do you know what that means?” Mistress V said. Sarah nodded, not really knowing but too frightened to ask.
“Good. You must do everything he wants, or I will have to beat you myself.” Suddenly her caresses became a sharp pinching of both Sarah’s nipples. The girl gasped but knew better than to cry out. Tears were in her eyes as she lowered her head again.
Hearing the door open, she glanced up and saw Yvonne standing there watching. “Here are your keys, Mistress,” Yvonne said, handing over a heavy looking set of several keys. Mistress V took a set of keys from the ring and handed them to Dr Jones.
“Does this girl have a safe-word, Doctor?” Yvonne asked.
“Well, yes, but she doesn’t like to use it. The reason I want to use Mistress V’s place is to see how far she will go where her screams can’t be heard. Then we will know what we can do to her in places where noise is a problem.”
“So do you withhold orgasm if she uses her safe-word before you finish?”
“Not exactly,” said Dr Jones. “If she uses it she gets sent away.”
“Don’t let her get away with anything just because she is your little pet,” Mistress V instructed Dr Jones, leaning over to kiss him on the mouth and taking one of his hands and placing it inside her own blouse. Then Mistress V & Yvonne were gone.
“Now Sarah, this is an important test for you,” Dr Jones said. He was standing in front of her now, smoothing her hair. “I need to see how much pain you can endure for me. Mistress V has given me her dungeon for the afternoon and I am going to make full use of it.” His hands slid under Sarah’s skirt and he fingered her cunt, which was wet with wanting her Master and lover. “Good girl, I’ll make use of that later,” he said and pushed her toward the door.
Outside the building a big black Mercedes with tinted windows and leather seats was waiting for them. Sarah did not recognise the car but the driver obviously knew Dr Jones and the two men nodded to each other but did not speak.
Both Sarah and her lover sat in the back seat inside the car. Once they were moving he made her crouch on the floor between his legs and loosen his trousers. Sarah knew what was required and started licking his very large, erect penis hungrily, placing both hands on the shaft to give him maximum pleasure. He continued to pet her hair then reached into her open shirt to pinch her nipples, which were still sore from Mistress V’s fingers. As her mouth opened wider to gasp, he pushed her head down further on his cock and she gagged but kept licking and stroking to avoid being punished for disobedience.
“Good, good. You are learning,” Dr Jones murmured, then pushed her head away and zipped himself up. Sarah stayed on the floor for the rest of the car trip while Dr Jones looked out the windows and occasionally gave the switch on the black box in his hands a flick, sending sharp pains shooting into Sarah’s anus. She desperately wanted that to stop but did not dare ask.
At last the car pulled outside a modern house in an expensive suburb. Dr Jones opened the door to the house with the key Mistress V had given him. Just inside the entrance way there was another door that Dr Jones opened with another key and led her down the steep stairs inside into the dungeon. It was, in fact, a suite of rooms rather than a single dungeon. The first of the rooms was arranged as a fairly comfortable sitting room with a number of armchairs and some obvious dungeon furniture, a whipping horse and solid pillar with shackles around it. There were cupboards around the walls that Sarah presumed contained other equipment. There was what also looked like a small kitchen. At the far end of the room there was a solid looking metal door like a prison cell door.
“Yes,” said Dr Jones, “I once spent six months down here to amuse Mistress V and her guests. Maybe one day you can spend some time with her but for this afternoon you are mine. No one will bother us; no one will hear you scream. Do you trust me, Sarah? If you don’t, you can go. The driver will take you to my house and you can collect your things and I will never bother you again. If you trust me I will lock the door now and you must take what I give you until I unlock it again.”
Sarah’s mouth went dry as she said, “I trust you.”
“Kneel and say it again.”
“I trust you.”
He walked away from the kneeling girl and locked the door at the bottom of the stairs.
“Good,” he said. “Undress for me.” She rose to her feet to take her clothes off but he snapped at her, “Did I ask you to rise?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
‘No, Master.”
“That’s right, so stay down until I tell you.”
She struggled to take off her clothes still kneeling but managed it in the end. The cord from the plug in her anus also made it difficult. At last she rose back up on her knees completely naked.
“Mmm,” he said. “Hands on your head,” and pressed the button on the box in his hand. Again the pain hit her and this time it went on and on and grew so that she couldn’t bear it and began to twist and moan. At last it stopped.
“Play with yourself for me.”
This was the last thing she had expected but she immediately followed the order, reaching down with her right hand and beginning to fondle and stroke her cunt. Her lover stood close behind her, placing a blindfold over her eyes. Then he forced Sarah’s knees wider apart with his feet until she almost lost her balance. He reached between her legs again to feel how wet she was and then played with her breasts, murmuring his approval at how well she was following orders so far.
“See, you can please me if you really try hard enough,” he said.
Sarah was beginning to relax and felt the pleasurable waves of an orgasm coming when Dr Jones moved away from where he had been standing and a straining penis was pushed into her mouth. Her hand dropped from where it had been stroking her now dripping cunt and she reached out to steady herself, finding two obviously male legs on either side of her.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to, Sarah!” Dr Jones said sharply and she quickly put her hand back between her legs, while her mouth and other hand worked at her lover’s cock. The burning pain in her anus started again, pulsing in a pattern of dull and sharp jolts that were so relentless she began to cry. She was frightened now that she wouldn’t be able to endure what Dr Jones had in store and that he would send her away. She choked on the penis that was now thrusting faster and harder deep into her mouth and against the back of her throat.
Suddenly the thrusting and the constant pain stopped. Dr Jones held Sarah’s face, wet from tears, saliva and pre-cum, in his hands and kissed her gently.
“You really are being very good, Sarah. I wasn’t sure if you would make it this far.”
With one hand he stroked her hair again and with the other he pushed his fingers into her cunt, teasing the clitoris with his thumb. Sarah felt herself tense again but this time it was with desire. She moaned a little as Dr Jones stroked her in just the way he knew would bring her to orgasm. She wriggled a little and felt herself on the edge of coming. She wanted to please her lover more than anything. The burning pain began again in her anus but her orgasm was unstoppable. It rose with the pain and she was overwhelmed and screaming in a huge rush of totally intermingled pleasure and agony that she couldn’t tell apart.
He had been holding her up as she came against him and as her orgasm subsided he let her gently down onto the floor where she lay panting. “Very, very good,” he said. “was that a good orgasm?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And did it hurt?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Excellent. Just lie there for a minute while I get that thing out of you.”
He eased the plug out of her and dropped it into a bucket. When he came back she felt him tie her hands behind her back with a very soft rope. He lifted her up and half carried her to the whipping bench. She hoped that he would put her over it and fuck her, her cunt was longing for the feel of his cock now, but she guessed that she would have to endure a whipping first and probably his cock up her arse. With the bruises from this morning’s caning still fresh, she knew another whipping would be bad.
He bound her hands to her back at the waist then ran the rope around the bench and tied it off tightly. Her legs were spread and tied to the bench at the ankles. This immobilized her completely from the waist down with her arse and her cunt exposed and helpless. She could still move her top half and he knew he was looking forward to seeing her writhe helplessly without disturbing his aim. He walked around in front of her and held out a long, thin cane for her to kiss. He swung it through the air a few times and she started to tremble uncontrollably.
“Please, please, gag me. I won’t be able to take that without screaming,” she begged.
“I know,” he said. “That’s the point, I haven’t heard you really scream before and I am looking forward to them. You have to trust me that I won’t take you too far. And if I do, you can use your safe word and go home straight away.” He was behind her now and as Sarah trembled at the thought of the emptiness of being sent home she tried to brace herself for the first blow.
As he was raising the cane, the doorbell rang. Sarah was confused: she was sure they could not be disturbed down here but Dr Jones seemed to be expecting it. He went off up the stairs to answer the door and her heart froze as she realized what it meant: that bitch of a PA.
She was right. They were talking as they came down the stairs. Yvonne was saying, “… so yes, it took a little longer than I had hoped to get it sorted. Your copy is ready for you to sign when you get in tomorrow…” She stopped as she saw Sarah on the bench. “Oh, my, doesn’t that look pretty? But sorry, Dr Jones, I am interrupting.”
“Not at all,” said Dr Jones. “We were just getting down to business since you were a bit late but Sarah didn’t mind waiting.” Sarah did mind but wisely kept quiet.
Dr Jones raised the cane and hit Sarah hard across her buttocks. The pain was terrifying but she managed to hold on to her pride and stop herself from screaming in front of the PA. Yvonne came over to her and touched her face through the blindfold.
“Did that hurt, Baby?” she said. “I’ve seen him hit girls much harder than that.”
Dr Jones stuck again, harder this time across the backs of her thighs. Sarah couldn’t help herself. She arched her back so her torso lifted right off the bench and she screamed. Yvonne stroked her face as she collapsed back on the bench.
“Dr Jones, you are soft on these girls. What is it that you put up with this pain for, Sarah?” she said, touching her on the cheek.
Sarah didn’t answer her and turned her head to the other side of the bench.
Dr Jones hit her again. She grunted but didn’t say anything. Then he hit her very hard and she screamed, “His cock, I want to feel his cock in my cunt.” Despite the pain she blushed down to her breasts, horrified by what had been forced out of her.
Yvonne watched as Dr Jones hit Sarah again, making her scream and arch her back. She looked thoughtfully around the racks the room and took down a set of clover leaf clamps. She held them out to Dr Jones. “Perhaps these might help her focus,” she suggested.
“Good idea,” he said. “They will give her something to think about between strokes.”
Yvonne approached the girl and fondled her breast. Sarah kept her head turned away from her. As Sarah’s nipple hardened, Yvonne pulled it and pinched it then opened the clamp and closed it suddenly on the nipple, making Sarah gasp. She ran the chain under the bench and put a clamp on the other nipple. The chain between the clamps was short enough so that the bench put tension on the clamps.
“Does that feel nice, Baby?” asked Yvonne. She kept stroking the breast then ran her hand gently along Sarah’s back and over her buttocks. She stood back.
The cane came down across the top of the girl’s thighs, just in the groove where they joined her buttocks. Sarah managed to half stifle her initial scream but as she arched her back the chain pulled on the bench and the clamps bit into her nipples, forcing out the rest of her scream. She was determined to hold out for as long as she could not to embarrass Dr Jones in front of his PA, but she wondered how much more she could take.
“Very good, Sarah, you are being well behaved. Yvonne, could you warm up her cunt for me now, please?”
Sarah wondered what he meant. The PA ran her hands over her buttocks again then slipped a finger into her. “Mmm,” she said, "nice and wet." She held her finger against the girl’s mouth to make Sarah suck it clean. She thought about resisting but remembered the man behind her still with the cane and took the finger into her mouth, hoping that was all, but there was more to come.
Yvonne took the cane and started hitting Sarah on the labia, quite gently and quickly at first but slowing and getting harder. She was using a well practiced backhand flick. The strokes started to sting and then hurt. Yvonne stepped back and began to hit Sarah even harder. Soon the pain was unbearable and Sarah started to moan and pant and tried to wriggle her bottom away from the cane but she was too tightly bound.
"There,” said Yvonne when Sarah had been crying for a while and her cunt was bright red and swollen. “You won’t be so pleased to feel a cock against those labia now."
But Sarah knew she was wrong. The intense burning in her cunt made her even more desperate for Dr Jones’ cock. The pain of each thrust would bring her to orgasm even faster.
Dr Jones had been watching Sarah’s tears and the change in her labia as they were beaten. There was moisture running down her legs, something he had never really believed would happen and he was just too excited to let the beating continue.
“Enough Yvonne; very good – she looks warm now. You can put the cane down.”
His cock felt huge and its skin tight. He hurried to get it out of his fly and pushed it straight into the bound girl. He reached under her and found her clitoris; she was soaking wet. The rough material of his suit hurt against her bruised labia and buttocks, intensifying the warmth and pleasure of the cock sliding smoothly into her. She desperately wanted to get her hands free so she could fondle his balls.
Sarah came quickly in a huge shuddering rush, deliberately lifting her body to pull on the clamps on her nipples to add to the welter of contrasting sensations and emotions. As soon as her orgasm finished, Dr Jones pulled out.
“Untie her hands,” he ordered and Yvonne moved quickly. He used the girl’s hair to pull her mouth on to his cock and as soon as she was free Sarah reached around and cradled his balls with her stiff hands. He came in her almost immediately, holding his cock in her mouth until his orgasm was completely over. Come filled her mouth and she managed to swallow most of it but a lot ran down her chin. Her beating and orgasm and the feel of her master’s cock had left her washed out; calm and satisfied - entirely uncaring about what happened next.
Yvonne was left standing next to the calm, sweaty, dripping girl, who was still bound to the bench by her ankles with her cunt soaking with her own juices and pre-come. The PA was filled with a desire she couldn’t interpret – was it to be bent over and fucked like that by her boss or to see the girl screaming again? She didn’t know.
“There, that should be enough for now. Get her cleaned up and bring her to me upstairs,” Dr Jones instructed Yvonne.
The PA did as she was told, releasing Sarah from the bench and helping her to her feet. Sarah was slightly dazed and not yet fully conscious of what was happening, and let Yvonne lead her away to a large bathroom with marbled floors and mirrored walls. Yvonne ran the shower and waited for it to get warm. She didn’t speak to Sarah, who stood silently waiting for her next instruction.
“Ok, you can get under the water now,” she said, when steam started to fill the room. Sarah obediently stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over her body, stinging her welts and bruised flesh. Yvonne undressed and got under the shower as well, took a piece of soap and began rubbing gently at Sarah’s skin, washing away the various fluids and stains. Her strokes were soft, as if she was being mindful of Sarah’s cuts, and her hands were delicate. The warm shower and clean scent of soap started to wake Sarah out of her sub-space. She began to enjoy having Yvonne’s attentive hands working away at her body and didn’t feel surprised as Yvonne stepped closer and kissed her on the mouth, then bent her head and kissed Sarah’s breasts, first each nipple then the softer flesh around them. She wished she could see the naked PA but the blindfold was still in place.
“You really are lovely, little Sarah. I can see why he keeps you as his pet. Perhaps one day he will let me and Mistress V use you,” Yvonne said, her face pink and her voice slightly hoarse.
Then she turned the shower off and wrapped Sarah in a large towel, instructing her to dry herself. “And hurry up. Your Master is waiting for you upstairs,” Yvonne said.
Sarah dried herself as quickly as she could and waited. Yvonne also dried herself and was dressed to take off the blindfold, wrap Sarah in a big clean bath robe and lead her to Dr Jones. The two of them went quietly upstairs, Yvonne unlocking the dungeon door and locking it again behind them from her own set of keys.
Her lover was waiting in a room with a large sofa and chairs. An opened bottle of wine sat on the table with one glass. “Thank you, Yvonne, that is all for today. You can go now,” he said to the PA.
“Yes, Dr Jones,” she said. “I’ll be sure the papers are ready for you tomorrow.”
Sarah heard the door close as Yvonne left but her eyes were focused on the floor, waiting for Dr Jones to tell her what he wanted her to do next. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat in the corner of one of the sofas.
“Come here, Sarah,” he said. “Sit on my knee.” She did as she was told. He held the glass of wine to her lips and she held it in both her hands, covering his, to take a sip. She felt the warmth of the wine and the warmth of his touch spread through her.
“You did well this afternoon,” he said. “I was impressed. I think we all were impressed that someone so inexperienced could handle themselves so well.” The glow inside her intensified. The comment made it all worthwhile. She had held out through pride and the desire to please her lover, and he was pleased. She smiled and looked into his eyes. He kissed her hard on the mouth for a long while, the wine glass in their hands almost forgotten.
He pulled back from her and took a sip of the wine. “You are lovely,” he said, running his hand into the gown and cupping her breast, the nipple rubbing on his palm. It became hard immediately and she spread her legs almost subconsciously. She put a hand on his thigh as if to steady herself and then moved it a little to touch his hardening cock through his clothes.
Dr Jones put the glass down and slipped his fingers into Sarah’s cunt. She was wet. He pushed her off his knee and gently lowered her onto the floor. Her gown fell open and she spread her arms in a submissive pose she knew he liked. He stood up between her legs, looking down at her as he took off his clothes then took her on the floor in silence, except for their moans as they came together.
When V came home later in the evening she found them asleep on the floor. He was curled around the girl like a spoon with her head pillowed on his arm. V looked at the marks on the girl and thought about waking them but just covered them with the discarded gown and closed the door.
They were both going to need their rest for what she had in store for them the next day.
The PA kept her waiting like that for more than 20 minutes. The receptionist became increasingly agitated; Sarah assumed that being kept waiting was a rare event in this office. The girl reassured Sarah that she would be seen soon and offered to ring through again in case there was a problem. Sarah assured her that it wasn’t important, she didn’t mind waiting and was sure Dr Jones would see her when he was ready.
When she did come, the PA was slight and neatly dressed but wearing very high heels. Efficient looking, as Sarah had expected, but with a sharper edge. When Sarah had first been told to come to see her lover at the company’s offices she had asked him if it would cause him difficulties. He had replied no, his PA had it all in hand, she booked all his appointments with his mistresses and was pleased to hear he had taken his exploration of S&M to a new phase. Sarah didn’t find this reassuring at all; she wondered just how involved the PA had been in these ‘explorations’. She had also wondered what he meant by ‘all in hand’ and why the PA felt it her business to be so pleased. Facing the PA in the reception area, she felt her stomach turn over; it was clear she meant to get very much involved now, if she hadn’t before.
“Hello,” said the PA, holding out her hand, "I’m Yvonne, Dr Jones’ personal assistant."
“Sarah,” said Sarah, standing up to shake the proffered hand.
“Yes,” said Yvonne, “I know. Dr Jones and I have talked about you a lot.”
“Oh,” said Sarah, following Yvonne as she turned away. “Great.” She thought she had said it too quietly for the PA to hear but Yvonne turned and gave her a very wide smile as she opened the security door to the offices. Sarah was led through an open plan office, into a corridor with a number of small meeting rooms leading off it and left in one of them with a curt “wait here.” Any trace of a smile had gone.
There was nothing in the room but a single chair. Sarah looked around and saw a small security camera in one corner and knew better than to sit down. She stood still in the centre of the room with her hands by her sides and her eyes down. She had expected to be waiting for a while but Yvonne was back almost straight away.
“They are ready for you now,” she said. They? Sarah had been expecting only her lover. “I just need to get you ready quickly. Bend over that chair for me.”
Sarah bent over the chair and Yvonne pushed her legs apart, lifting her dress over her back. Sarah wore no underwear as her lover ordered when he wanted to see her. Sarah flinched as the PA ran her hands over the marks of this morning’s caning and tried not to tense up as a well-lubricated plug was pushed into her anus. It was quite small and had a deep flange, so Sarah would have no trouble holding it in and it wasn’t at all uncomfortable. Just as she was wondering what the point of it was, Yvonne took out a small black box with an electrical lead and connected it to the plug. Once it was connected she pulled the dress back down, asked Sarah to stand up and gave her the box to hold. Sarah looked at it.
“Um, what am I suppos...”
“Shh,” said Yvonne. “No speaking without being spoken to; isn't that the rule? I'll see that you get punished for that. Now follow me.”
Sarah followed her out of the room and into a big boardroom next door, still holding the box with its lead coming out from under her dress. Her lover was sitting at the table with three other men and a tall woman in a grey suit was giving a presentation in front of a screen. They all turned to look as the two women came into the room but her lover waved the woman giving the presentation on and they turned back to the screen. Yvonne guided Sarah to a row of chairs against the wall and sat her down so that she was facing her lover across the table with the other three men having their backs to her. The woman giving the presentation looked at her occasionally as she carried on with her talk but otherwise only her lover could see her.
Once Sarah was seated, Yvonne walked around the table and spoke quietly in the ear of Sarah's lover. He looked sharply at Sarah and nodded to Yvonne. She left the room, closing the door gently behind her. Her lover looked at Sarah intently and shook his head. The box in her hand began to vibrate. After a few seconds she felt a tingling from the probe in her anus that rapidly built to a terrifying sharp, burning pain. She clenched all her muscles and bit her lip to stop crying out.
Eventually the pain stopped and the box stopped vibrating. Sarah felt pale and shaky as she tried to recompose herself on her chair. The presenter had given her a couple of odd looks but no one other than her lover had really noticed her ordeal. He looked approving. Sarah noticed now that he had a box like the one she was holding sitting amongst the papers in front of him. He saw her looking at it and touched its front. Her box vibrated and the pain began again but this time it was only a sharp twinge.
As she recovered, Sarah watched the presentation. It was some sort of complex financial transaction with charts and spreadsheets. The other people in the room were watching intently and asking questions. Sarah was bored and let her attention wander but got a sharp jolt from her anus that made her look at her lover. He indicated the screen with his head so she turned her attention back to it. As she watched she got a strange feeling of familiarity about the presenter. Her suit was grey and neatly tailored but short and tight. Her hair was dyed very black, her red nails long and her shoes were patent leather. Sarah knew women like this but they were not usually so fluent in economics.
The box began to quiver and another jolt burned through her but now she recalled where she had seen this woman before. There was a photograph of her on her lover’s dungeon wall, dressed in a leather cat-suit with Dr Jones kneeling naked between her legs.
The presentation continued for another ten minutes and Sarah made sure she paid attention to avoid another jolt. After the final questions had been answered the three men left the room, leaving Sarah alone with Dr Jones and the woman she now recognised as Mistress V.
The PA reappeared and looked from Dr Jones to Mistress V, asking if they required anything else. “Get my keys, Yvonne. Dr Jones is going to be out for the rest of the afternoon,” the woman said. Yvonne smiled and hurried away to fetch Mistress V’s keys.
Sarah sat as still as a statue and silent in her chair. She was partly afraid of the tall woman with black hair and partly fascinated by her, wondering how anyone could have such power over her lover, who was always so dominant with her.
“Come over here Sarah,” Mistress V said, and immediately Sarah sprang from her chair and approached the woman, who was now sitting on the table next to Dr Jones.
“Open your shirt,” she ordered, and Sarah began undoing the buttons as quickly as she could. Mistress V’s hands slid inside the fabric and began caressing Sarah’s breasts, playing with them gently. Dr Jones watched as she continued to stroke Sarah and arouse her nipples.
“Dr Jones is going to take you to my dungeon, Sarah, do you know what that means?” Mistress V said. Sarah nodded, not really knowing but too frightened to ask.
“Good. You must do everything he wants, or I will have to beat you myself.” Suddenly her caresses became a sharp pinching of both Sarah’s nipples. The girl gasped but knew better than to cry out. Tears were in her eyes as she lowered her head again.
Hearing the door open, she glanced up and saw Yvonne standing there watching. “Here are your keys, Mistress,” Yvonne said, handing over a heavy looking set of several keys. Mistress V took a set of keys from the ring and handed them to Dr Jones.
“Does this girl have a safe-word, Doctor?” Yvonne asked.
“Well, yes, but she doesn’t like to use it. The reason I want to use Mistress V’s place is to see how far she will go where her screams can’t be heard. Then we will know what we can do to her in places where noise is a problem.”
“So do you withhold orgasm if she uses her safe-word before you finish?”
“Not exactly,” said Dr Jones. “If she uses it she gets sent away.”
“Don’t let her get away with anything just because she is your little pet,” Mistress V instructed Dr Jones, leaning over to kiss him on the mouth and taking one of his hands and placing it inside her own blouse. Then Mistress V & Yvonne were gone.
“Now Sarah, this is an important test for you,” Dr Jones said. He was standing in front of her now, smoothing her hair. “I need to see how much pain you can endure for me. Mistress V has given me her dungeon for the afternoon and I am going to make full use of it.” His hands slid under Sarah’s skirt and he fingered her cunt, which was wet with wanting her Master and lover. “Good girl, I’ll make use of that later,” he said and pushed her toward the door.
Outside the building a big black Mercedes with tinted windows and leather seats was waiting for them. Sarah did not recognise the car but the driver obviously knew Dr Jones and the two men nodded to each other but did not speak.
Both Sarah and her lover sat in the back seat inside the car. Once they were moving he made her crouch on the floor between his legs and loosen his trousers. Sarah knew what was required and started licking his very large, erect penis hungrily, placing both hands on the shaft to give him maximum pleasure. He continued to pet her hair then reached into her open shirt to pinch her nipples, which were still sore from Mistress V’s fingers. As her mouth opened wider to gasp, he pushed her head down further on his cock and she gagged but kept licking and stroking to avoid being punished for disobedience.
“Good, good. You are learning,” Dr Jones murmured, then pushed her head away and zipped himself up. Sarah stayed on the floor for the rest of the car trip while Dr Jones looked out the windows and occasionally gave the switch on the black box in his hands a flick, sending sharp pains shooting into Sarah’s anus. She desperately wanted that to stop but did not dare ask.
At last the car pulled outside a modern house in an expensive suburb. Dr Jones opened the door to the house with the key Mistress V had given him. Just inside the entrance way there was another door that Dr Jones opened with another key and led her down the steep stairs inside into the dungeon. It was, in fact, a suite of rooms rather than a single dungeon. The first of the rooms was arranged as a fairly comfortable sitting room with a number of armchairs and some obvious dungeon furniture, a whipping horse and solid pillar with shackles around it. There were cupboards around the walls that Sarah presumed contained other equipment. There was what also looked like a small kitchen. At the far end of the room there was a solid looking metal door like a prison cell door.
“Yes,” said Dr Jones, “I once spent six months down here to amuse Mistress V and her guests. Maybe one day you can spend some time with her but for this afternoon you are mine. No one will bother us; no one will hear you scream. Do you trust me, Sarah? If you don’t, you can go. The driver will take you to my house and you can collect your things and I will never bother you again. If you trust me I will lock the door now and you must take what I give you until I unlock it again.”
Sarah’s mouth went dry as she said, “I trust you.”
“Kneel and say it again.”
“I trust you.”
He walked away from the kneeling girl and locked the door at the bottom of the stairs.
“Good,” he said. “Undress for me.” She rose to her feet to take her clothes off but he snapped at her, “Did I ask you to rise?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
‘No, Master.”
“That’s right, so stay down until I tell you.”
She struggled to take off her clothes still kneeling but managed it in the end. The cord from the plug in her anus also made it difficult. At last she rose back up on her knees completely naked.
“Mmm,” he said. “Hands on your head,” and pressed the button on the box in his hand. Again the pain hit her and this time it went on and on and grew so that she couldn’t bear it and began to twist and moan. At last it stopped.
“Play with yourself for me.”
This was the last thing she had expected but she immediately followed the order, reaching down with her right hand and beginning to fondle and stroke her cunt. Her lover stood close behind her, placing a blindfold over her eyes. Then he forced Sarah’s knees wider apart with his feet until she almost lost her balance. He reached between her legs again to feel how wet she was and then played with her breasts, murmuring his approval at how well she was following orders so far.
“See, you can please me if you really try hard enough,” he said.
Sarah was beginning to relax and felt the pleasurable waves of an orgasm coming when Dr Jones moved away from where he had been standing and a straining penis was pushed into her mouth. Her hand dropped from where it had been stroking her now dripping cunt and she reached out to steady herself, finding two obviously male legs on either side of her.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to, Sarah!” Dr Jones said sharply and she quickly put her hand back between her legs, while her mouth and other hand worked at her lover’s cock. The burning pain in her anus started again, pulsing in a pattern of dull and sharp jolts that were so relentless she began to cry. She was frightened now that she wouldn’t be able to endure what Dr Jones had in store and that he would send her away. She choked on the penis that was now thrusting faster and harder deep into her mouth and against the back of her throat.
Suddenly the thrusting and the constant pain stopped. Dr Jones held Sarah’s face, wet from tears, saliva and pre-cum, in his hands and kissed her gently.
“You really are being very good, Sarah. I wasn’t sure if you would make it this far.”
With one hand he stroked her hair again and with the other he pushed his fingers into her cunt, teasing the clitoris with his thumb. Sarah felt herself tense again but this time it was with desire. She moaned a little as Dr Jones stroked her in just the way he knew would bring her to orgasm. She wriggled a little and felt herself on the edge of coming. She wanted to please her lover more than anything. The burning pain began again in her anus but her orgasm was unstoppable. It rose with the pain and she was overwhelmed and screaming in a huge rush of totally intermingled pleasure and agony that she couldn’t tell apart.
He had been holding her up as she came against him and as her orgasm subsided he let her gently down onto the floor where she lay panting. “Very, very good,” he said. “was that a good orgasm?”
“Yes, Master.”
“And did it hurt?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Excellent. Just lie there for a minute while I get that thing out of you.”
He eased the plug out of her and dropped it into a bucket. When he came back she felt him tie her hands behind her back with a very soft rope. He lifted her up and half carried her to the whipping bench. She hoped that he would put her over it and fuck her, her cunt was longing for the feel of his cock now, but she guessed that she would have to endure a whipping first and probably his cock up her arse. With the bruises from this morning’s caning still fresh, she knew another whipping would be bad.
He bound her hands to her back at the waist then ran the rope around the bench and tied it off tightly. Her legs were spread and tied to the bench at the ankles. This immobilized her completely from the waist down with her arse and her cunt exposed and helpless. She could still move her top half and he knew he was looking forward to seeing her writhe helplessly without disturbing his aim. He walked around in front of her and held out a long, thin cane for her to kiss. He swung it through the air a few times and she started to tremble uncontrollably.
“Please, please, gag me. I won’t be able to take that without screaming,” she begged.
“I know,” he said. “That’s the point, I haven’t heard you really scream before and I am looking forward to them. You have to trust me that I won’t take you too far. And if I do, you can use your safe word and go home straight away.” He was behind her now and as Sarah trembled at the thought of the emptiness of being sent home she tried to brace herself for the first blow.
As he was raising the cane, the doorbell rang. Sarah was confused: she was sure they could not be disturbed down here but Dr Jones seemed to be expecting it. He went off up the stairs to answer the door and her heart froze as she realized what it meant: that bitch of a PA.
She was right. They were talking as they came down the stairs. Yvonne was saying, “… so yes, it took a little longer than I had hoped to get it sorted. Your copy is ready for you to sign when you get in tomorrow…” She stopped as she saw Sarah on the bench. “Oh, my, doesn’t that look pretty? But sorry, Dr Jones, I am interrupting.”
“Not at all,” said Dr Jones. “We were just getting down to business since you were a bit late but Sarah didn’t mind waiting.” Sarah did mind but wisely kept quiet.
Dr Jones raised the cane and hit Sarah hard across her buttocks. The pain was terrifying but she managed to hold on to her pride and stop herself from screaming in front of the PA. Yvonne came over to her and touched her face through the blindfold.
“Did that hurt, Baby?” she said. “I’ve seen him hit girls much harder than that.”
Dr Jones stuck again, harder this time across the backs of her thighs. Sarah couldn’t help herself. She arched her back so her torso lifted right off the bench and she screamed. Yvonne stroked her face as she collapsed back on the bench.
“Dr Jones, you are soft on these girls. What is it that you put up with this pain for, Sarah?” she said, touching her on the cheek.
Sarah didn’t answer her and turned her head to the other side of the bench.
Dr Jones hit her again. She grunted but didn’t say anything. Then he hit her very hard and she screamed, “His cock, I want to feel his cock in my cunt.” Despite the pain she blushed down to her breasts, horrified by what had been forced out of her.
Yvonne watched as Dr Jones hit Sarah again, making her scream and arch her back. She looked thoughtfully around the racks the room and took down a set of clover leaf clamps. She held them out to Dr Jones. “Perhaps these might help her focus,” she suggested.
“Good idea,” he said. “They will give her something to think about between strokes.”
Yvonne approached the girl and fondled her breast. Sarah kept her head turned away from her. As Sarah’s nipple hardened, Yvonne pulled it and pinched it then opened the clamp and closed it suddenly on the nipple, making Sarah gasp. She ran the chain under the bench and put a clamp on the other nipple. The chain between the clamps was short enough so that the bench put tension on the clamps.
“Does that feel nice, Baby?” asked Yvonne. She kept stroking the breast then ran her hand gently along Sarah’s back and over her buttocks. She stood back.
The cane came down across the top of the girl’s thighs, just in the groove where they joined her buttocks. Sarah managed to half stifle her initial scream but as she arched her back the chain pulled on the bench and the clamps bit into her nipples, forcing out the rest of her scream. She was determined to hold out for as long as she could not to embarrass Dr Jones in front of his PA, but she wondered how much more she could take.
“Very good, Sarah, you are being well behaved. Yvonne, could you warm up her cunt for me now, please?”
Sarah wondered what he meant. The PA ran her hands over her buttocks again then slipped a finger into her. “Mmm,” she said, "nice and wet." She held her finger against the girl’s mouth to make Sarah suck it clean. She thought about resisting but remembered the man behind her still with the cane and took the finger into her mouth, hoping that was all, but there was more to come.
Yvonne took the cane and started hitting Sarah on the labia, quite gently and quickly at first but slowing and getting harder. She was using a well practiced backhand flick. The strokes started to sting and then hurt. Yvonne stepped back and began to hit Sarah even harder. Soon the pain was unbearable and Sarah started to moan and pant and tried to wriggle her bottom away from the cane but she was too tightly bound.
"There,” said Yvonne when Sarah had been crying for a while and her cunt was bright red and swollen. “You won’t be so pleased to feel a cock against those labia now."
But Sarah knew she was wrong. The intense burning in her cunt made her even more desperate for Dr Jones’ cock. The pain of each thrust would bring her to orgasm even faster.
Dr Jones had been watching Sarah’s tears and the change in her labia as they were beaten. There was moisture running down her legs, something he had never really believed would happen and he was just too excited to let the beating continue.
“Enough Yvonne; very good – she looks warm now. You can put the cane down.”
His cock felt huge and its skin tight. He hurried to get it out of his fly and pushed it straight into the bound girl. He reached under her and found her clitoris; she was soaking wet. The rough material of his suit hurt against her bruised labia and buttocks, intensifying the warmth and pleasure of the cock sliding smoothly into her. She desperately wanted to get her hands free so she could fondle his balls.
Sarah came quickly in a huge shuddering rush, deliberately lifting her body to pull on the clamps on her nipples to add to the welter of contrasting sensations and emotions. As soon as her orgasm finished, Dr Jones pulled out.
“Untie her hands,” he ordered and Yvonne moved quickly. He used the girl’s hair to pull her mouth on to his cock and as soon as she was free Sarah reached around and cradled his balls with her stiff hands. He came in her almost immediately, holding his cock in her mouth until his orgasm was completely over. Come filled her mouth and she managed to swallow most of it but a lot ran down her chin. Her beating and orgasm and the feel of her master’s cock had left her washed out; calm and satisfied - entirely uncaring about what happened next.
Yvonne was left standing next to the calm, sweaty, dripping girl, who was still bound to the bench by her ankles with her cunt soaking with her own juices and pre-come. The PA was filled with a desire she couldn’t interpret – was it to be bent over and fucked like that by her boss or to see the girl screaming again? She didn’t know.
“There, that should be enough for now. Get her cleaned up and bring her to me upstairs,” Dr Jones instructed Yvonne.
The PA did as she was told, releasing Sarah from the bench and helping her to her feet. Sarah was slightly dazed and not yet fully conscious of what was happening, and let Yvonne lead her away to a large bathroom with marbled floors and mirrored walls. Yvonne ran the shower and waited for it to get warm. She didn’t speak to Sarah, who stood silently waiting for her next instruction.
“Ok, you can get under the water now,” she said, when steam started to fill the room. Sarah obediently stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over her body, stinging her welts and bruised flesh. Yvonne undressed and got under the shower as well, took a piece of soap and began rubbing gently at Sarah’s skin, washing away the various fluids and stains. Her strokes were soft, as if she was being mindful of Sarah’s cuts, and her hands were delicate. The warm shower and clean scent of soap started to wake Sarah out of her sub-space. She began to enjoy having Yvonne’s attentive hands working away at her body and didn’t feel surprised as Yvonne stepped closer and kissed her on the mouth, then bent her head and kissed Sarah’s breasts, first each nipple then the softer flesh around them. She wished she could see the naked PA but the blindfold was still in place.
“You really are lovely, little Sarah. I can see why he keeps you as his pet. Perhaps one day he will let me and Mistress V use you,” Yvonne said, her face pink and her voice slightly hoarse.
Then she turned the shower off and wrapped Sarah in a large towel, instructing her to dry herself. “And hurry up. Your Master is waiting for you upstairs,” Yvonne said.
Sarah dried herself as quickly as she could and waited. Yvonne also dried herself and was dressed to take off the blindfold, wrap Sarah in a big clean bath robe and lead her to Dr Jones. The two of them went quietly upstairs, Yvonne unlocking the dungeon door and locking it again behind them from her own set of keys.
Her lover was waiting in a room with a large sofa and chairs. An opened bottle of wine sat on the table with one glass. “Thank you, Yvonne, that is all for today. You can go now,” he said to the PA.
“Yes, Dr Jones,” she said. “I’ll be sure the papers are ready for you tomorrow.”
Sarah heard the door close as Yvonne left but her eyes were focused on the floor, waiting for Dr Jones to tell her what he wanted her to do next. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat in the corner of one of the sofas.
“Come here, Sarah,” he said. “Sit on my knee.” She did as she was told. He held the glass of wine to her lips and she held it in both her hands, covering his, to take a sip. She felt the warmth of the wine and the warmth of his touch spread through her.
“You did well this afternoon,” he said. “I was impressed. I think we all were impressed that someone so inexperienced could handle themselves so well.” The glow inside her intensified. The comment made it all worthwhile. She had held out through pride and the desire to please her lover, and he was pleased. She smiled and looked into his eyes. He kissed her hard on the mouth for a long while, the wine glass in their hands almost forgotten.
He pulled back from her and took a sip of the wine. “You are lovely,” he said, running his hand into the gown and cupping her breast, the nipple rubbing on his palm. It became hard immediately and she spread her legs almost subconsciously. She put a hand on his thigh as if to steady herself and then moved it a little to touch his hardening cock through his clothes.
Dr Jones put the glass down and slipped his fingers into Sarah’s cunt. She was wet. He pushed her off his knee and gently lowered her onto the floor. Her gown fell open and she spread her arms in a submissive pose she knew he liked. He stood up between her legs, looking down at her as he took off his clothes then took her on the floor in silence, except for their moans as they came together.
When V came home later in the evening she found them asleep on the floor. He was curled around the girl like a spoon with her head pillowed on his arm. V looked at the marks on the girl and thought about waking them but just covered them with the discarded gown and closed the door.
They were both going to need their rest for what she had in store for them the next day.
