The Continuing Adventures Of Lisa James : Forced To Please

          Jean Henderson drove through the country lanes shaking her head and “tsking” and “tutting” loudly as Holly enthusiastically described the events of the previous day. The young girl was careful to include every single shameful detail, leaving nothing out, and turned around every few minutes to see what effect her words were having on her very red-faced Auntie. Lisa was in a world of her own, her head full of remembered embarrassments as she struggled to keep herself still. Her freshly spanked bottom was feeling horribly hot and horribly prickly and horribly sore, especially as she’d been forced to raise her skirt before being allowed to sit down in the back of the car. Her stingy bum cheeks were bare against the smooth leather, and even though Mrs H’s special “healing” cream had been thoroughly worked into her scorched buttocks, her face blushed hotly at the memory, it always took some time before she became aware of its’ soothing effects. So to ease her discomfort, even for a few seconds, she was as surreptitiously as possible trying to lift herself up off the seat, just for a moment. Unfortunately her landlady’s angry eyes, which were constantly scrutinising her from the driving mirror, saw exactly what she was attempting to do.

          “Sit still girl!” she suddenly barked, making her submissive lodger jump.

 

          “Or do you want another taste of the strap? Now hurry up and eat your lunch, we’ll be there in a few minutes.” Lisa tried to clench her bottom and lock herself into “position” but the leather beneath her spread buttocks was growing steadily more slippery. She couldn’t stop the sticky lubricant that was dribbling continuously from her hole. Nooooooooo! They were definitely going to see the mess she was making! Every time the car rounded a corner or hit a bump in the road she found herself sliding slightly on the glossy surface. She was doing her best to keep still, she really was, but it wasn’t working! To add to her anxiety her pussy felt swollen and really tingly, hardly surprising considering what she’d just been put through by the awful Mr Hawley, and she could still feel the hard nubbin of her clitoris poking out as everything between her thighs was pulled this way and that. Nervously she nibbled on the sandwich as her uneasiness continued to grow…what had Mrs Henderson got planned for her now, where were they going, who would be there? What awful things were going to happen?

          Lisa looked worriedly at the brightly coloured sign on the building across the road from where they’d parked. She’d seen it several times before but had never really given it much attention, until today that is. Now she couldn’t seem to pull her eyes away from the seemingly daunting words…“Crescent Martial Arts and Fitness Club”. Oh God!

          “Come on girl,” snapped the older woman impatiently.

          “Holly and I need to get to the restaurant.” Being a Sunday and just after midday the town centre was almost deserted. Only an occasional car passed as they walked across the side street but Lisa was horribly aware of being bare beneath her short skirt, so kept the hem pressed tightly against the backs of her legs as she reluctantly, but obediently, followed her landlady and giggling niece. It was then that she noticed the small kitbag that the older woman was carrying. It sent a little sliver of worry skittering through her head but at the same time she was feeling rather fortunate…because they were in such a rush at least neither of her Mistresses had spotted the shiny smears covering the car seat where she’d just been sitting! The door was locked so Mrs Henderson pressed the button on the intercom. A male voice answered, there was a buzz and then Lisa found herself climbing a set of stairs. She glanced at the pictures of perfectly honed male and female physiques that adorned the posters covering the walls, at the hard muscles and beads of sweat but none of it managed to distract her from the gnawing sense of dread in the pit of her stomach, nor from the unwanted stickiness between her legs! As they neared the top step she could hear voices and distinct thumps and shouts. Once through the door she unfortunately knew who, and what, was causing the noise…

          It took only moments for Lisa to register every detail of her surroundings, and she didn’t like anything that she saw! To one side of the wide reception desk and taking up at least half of the total area of the expansive room was a boarded wooden floor. Along one of its edges, and hanging from the huge beams that criss-crossed the open roof space, were various kick and punch bags and occupying the rest of the room was a selection of weight benches and numerous exercise machines. Standing against the furthest wall were several racks of free weights and bars, but none of that held her interest for more than a few fleeting seconds. What immediately drew her attention were the three young boys who were being shouted at by an obviously older, and noticeably curvaceous, blonde girl. All of them were barefoot and dressed in black karate suits and at each barked command the three boys performed a perfectly synchronised series of blocks, punches and kicks. Luckily the three of them were facing away from her but Lisa couldn’t help meeting the threatening eyes of their instructor. Quickly she looked away but not before the girl’s cruel and condescending stare had pierced her to the core. She wasn’t aware that Mrs Henderson and Holly were talking to someone.

          “Are you deaf or just trying to make us angry?” Suddenly her landlady’s sharp voice broke through her worried reverie.

          “Introduce yourself you little tart! I won’t tell you again!” As her eyes came to rest on the man standing behind the desk Lisa couldn’t quite believe that she hadn’t noticed him the moment she’d stepped through the door. He wasn’t particularly tall but he was wide, his chest barely contained within the little vest that he was wearing. Huge biceps and triceps bulged in his arms and cords of muscle stood out on his impressive neck. Blonde cropped hair and a square jaw set off the rest of his chiselled features, but it was his eyes that concerned her the most. They were slate grey and as cold as ice and she found herself blushing furiously as he curiously looked her up and down.

          “Hello…S…Sir,” she managed to say as she fiddled nervously with the edge of her skirt.

          “I’m Lisa. Lisa James. P…Pleased to meet you.”

          “So you’d like her to have a complete workout,” he asked, an arrogant smirk on his face, as he purposely ignored Lisa and spoke instead to her smiling landlady. His expression and the way he said “complete” made Lisa immediately feel sick as the all too familiar alarm bells began to ring insistently inside her head.

          “Well Holly and I are going out for lunch. We’ll be a couple of hours I’d have thought.” Jean Henderson couldn’t hide the glee in her voice.

          “Would that give you enough time to have her do…everything?” Lisa couldn’t help noticing his perfect white teeth as he grinned broadly, and then the three of them were laughing at her as they saw her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of crimson. In the background she could hear the girl and her young pupils continuing with their class, at least they weren’t looking at her! Mrs Henderson passed the kitbag to Holly.

          “Can you go and make sure she gets dressed properly, but be quick the table’s booked for half past.”

          Lisa stared in horror at the miniscule grey shorts and top that the girl held in her hands.

          “Hurry up and get your clothes off, you know we’re in a rush,” said Holly, her huge smile making Lisa feel sick. Self-consciously she quickly undressed under the watchful eyes of her niece. It didn’t matter that she had hardly anything to take off, just the blazer, skirt and blouse before she was naked, because no matter how often she was made to strip in front of someone it never got any easier. Even though Holly had seen her naked, and much worse, several times, she still felt incredibly embarrassed. Unable to stop herself she found one arm covering her boobs whilst with her other hand she tried to hide the bulge of her totally bare pussy. It was futile and totally ineffective but she just couldn’t help it.

          “Stand up straight and stop pretending that you’re not enjoying this!” The now completely naked older woman obediently did as she was told, dropping her arms submissively to her sides. Unable to resist Holly quickly ran her hands over her Auntie’s wobbling globes, pinching the erect points before slipping one hand down to cup the softness of her swollen vulval slit. Lisa gasped at the contact but somehow managed to stand still as her niece’s fingers delved intrusively between her sensitive folds.

          “You slutty little girl, you’re already wet and slippery aren’t you? Mmmmm?” A plaintive whimper was the only answer that was forthcoming.

          The top and shorts were incredibly tight, the soft stretchy material struggling to contain not only Lisa’s full breasts but also the generous mound of her hairless vagina. Holly grinned as she looked at her Aunt’s bum cheeks. They were bulging rudely out, almost totally exposed except for the slender strip of grey fabric that was buried deep in the valley between them. Jean’s special cream had obviously performed its magic because the only recently fiery red buttocks were now a warm pink. She cupped and squeezed each in turn and chuckled as Lisa jerked and squealed. They might be less red but they were certainly still nice and sensitive! When she turned the mortified older woman towards a full length mirror she could barely contain her giggles.

          “Just look at you, a proper little tart! I bet you’re dying to show those boys what you’ve got!” Her sniggering continued as she watched the horrified expression spreading across her Auntie’s very hot face.

          Jean Henderson had picked the garments carefully, ensuring that they would be at least a size too small for her plaything, and had then meticulously modified them to accentuate the girl’s physical charms even more. Lisa stared in dismay at her reflection. Oh my God she couldn’t go out there looking like this! Please No! The top gripped her firmly around her midriff, and the straps over her shoulders were taut, but the thing was so low cut that her boobs were literally bulging forwards like melons! It offered no real support so she knew that any movement on her part, vigorous or otherwise, would make her full globes bounce out from the thin covering, revealing them to anyone who might be watching. Nooooooo! To add to her worries the sheer fabric was not only outlining her engorged nipples, already hard and incredibly sensitive and poking out like pencil stubs, but was also gripping her between her thighs so tightly that her pussy was forming an obvious and very prominent camel toe! Her swollen labial folds were easily visible on either side of the central crease. She cringed with embarrassment as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

          To Lisa’s absolute horror, when she was pushed through the changing room door and out into the gym a few moments later, the boys with their blonde “teacher”, Mrs Henderson and the heavily muscled man were all standing by the reception desk. As one they turned towards her, their eyes immediately examining her barely covered curves as she stumbled forwards, thanks in part to an unhelpful shove in the back from Holly. The boys did nothing to hide their obvious interest. Lisa could feel them staring, her face blushing hotly as they smirked and sniggered. Oh God it was going to happen again! She was going to be made to do things, do shameful things, and not just in front of the adults but in front of the horrid teenage boys as well. Nooooo please no! Already she could feel herself tingling and throbbing, her nervousness only adding to the unwanted wetness that was gathering in the space between her thighs. Oh God they were going to see! Standing in front of them she tried her best to keep her eyes fixed on the floor as she shivered uncontrollably, her heart fluttering in her chest and her face burning furiously.

          “Ok Andrew we’ll see you in about two hours,” said Jean Henderson, before she turned and walked across to her shaking lodger.

          “Mr Denton and his friend are in charge of you now. If I come back and hear that you’ve not done exactly as you’ve been told you’ll not be able to sit down for a week. Do I make myself clear?” Lisa looked up into her landlady’s stern face, a mixture of fear and shame in her eyes.

          “Y…y…yes Miss,” she said quietly, unable to hide the tremor in her voice. At that moment the blonde karate teacher suddenly spoke up.

          “Would you mind boys staying to help with first part of her session?” Her words were coloured by a very strong Polish accent.

          “I have them back to their school in under hour. They eager to lend a helping hand, wouldn’t you boys?” Their immediate overly enthusiastic and over loud “Yes Sensei” made everyone but Lisa smile.

          “But of course, I’m sure they’ll enjoy watching her put through her paces. And if at any point you think she’d benefit from a more hands on approach feel free to let them get involved.” She couldn’t help chuckling at the look of absolute horror that immediately covered her helpless toy’s face. Lisa could feel her stomach beginning to perform nervous somersaults, she was trembling and goose bumps were springing up all over her skin. Oh God! Nooooooooo! What were they going to make her do!

          As Mrs Henderson and Holly reached the top of the stairs the young girl turned back and grinned at her obviously unhappy Aunt. Lisa couldn’t help the heat that immediately flooded into her already crimson cheeks when she saw the gleam of knowing arrogance in her niece’s eyes. And then the door closed and she was alone with her new tormentors. Unbelievably, the sure knowledge that she was about to be subjected to all manner of humiliating ordeals was making her pussy throb with guilty anticipation. She glanced up, her face glowing with shame as she saw the eagerness in the boy’s expressions and the unmistakable glint of superiority in the cold eyes of the two adults. To her horror she felt herself beginning to ooze copiously and desperately tried to keep her legs pressed firmly together.

          Krista Syzmanski smiled to herself as she looked at the scantily dressed woman standing in front of them and ran her tongue along her lips. This was going to be fun! She could feel a tingle of excitement growing in her belly and when she looked at Andrew she knew that his delicious cock would already be growing thicker.

          “I get boys to help with warm up. Do some stretching before I take them back, and afterwards then we give her thorough workout, yes?” Her huge smile was instantly returned by her muscle bound partner who nodded, before going back behind the desk and sitting down. Once settled he began punching numbers into a calculator.

          “Boys you bring mats,” she said, turning to the grinning youngsters. It took only a few moments for them to drag two blue rectangular crash mats from the pile in the corner and out into the centre of the room.

          “Come here girl, you hurry up!” she snapped. Lisa quickly padded barefoot across the wooden floor acutely aware of her boobs wobbling uncontrollably beneath the thin top and her almost bare bum cheeks rolling rudely from side to side. She could feel the eyes of the pink faced boys following her every move. A sharp nod from the female instructor and she found herself standing in a small blue oasis in the middle of the cavernous space. The three boys were now all wearing trainers and although Lisa guessed that they were in their early teens they were all at least as tall, if not taller, than she was.

          “You will call me Miss,” the young blonde said curtly, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

          “And you will do as I tell you yes? If not I will give discipline. You understand?” Lisa had no choice but to nod her agreement, glancing quickly up and then down again as she tried to avoid the stares of the watching teenagers.

          “Running on spot now!” It was an order, precise and simple. Lisa’s submissive demeanor allowed her no choice but to obey, and much to her chagrin she found herself beginning to jog under the glittering eyes of her audience. The motion almost immediately had the effect that she’d been so concerned about only a few minutes before. Her soft globes began to jiggle and wobble causing her hard nipples to rub uncomfortably against the inside of the thin fabric. But the sensation lasted for just a few fleeting seconds before the engorged tips slipped completely free from the low cut top, poking rigidly in all directions as her breasts bounced into view. She gasped and as her face turned an even deeper shade of red, stopped and quickly covered her exposed boobs with her hands.

          “What are you doing? Take hands away!”

          “Please Miss please not in front of them,” Lisa pleaded. “It’s so embarrassing.” The blonde simply smiled.

          “Stupid girl you want punishment? I will make you sorry you misbehave. Show boys tits or I fetch paddle.” She smiled again and chuckled.

“You will not like.” Lisa looked into the girls’ icy eyes and felt herself flushing with shame as she reluctantly, but obediently, lowered her hands.

          She began to run on the spot once more. Her now un-restrained globes immediately began to swing and bounce, the tiny top forming a grey band around her midriff whilst her dark pink nipples, already as hard as flint, described tiny circles in the warm air, pointing continuously up and down and around. At the same time the soft material at the rear of the shorts was pulled into an even thinner strip that disappeared completely into the crack of her bottom. It made her horribly conscious of her bare bum cheeks as they rolled and juddered under the amused eyes of the very attentive spectators. Cringing with embarrassment she did as she was told and continued to run, she had to, there was no other option. When she heard one of the boys comment softly under his breath “nice arse” she prayed that a hole would open in the floor and swallow her up…but of course it didn’t.

          If the teenagers had been mesmerized by the topless woman when she’d been jogging it was nothing compared to their interest when she was ordered to remove the top completely and start performing star jumps. Now the big boobs weren’t just jiggling about they were literally jumping all over the place! It wasn’t long before Lisa was mewing with distress as her heavy globes began to ache. Struggling to contain the discomfort, combined with the exertion and the awful shame she was experiencing, quickly had her covered in a thin layer of perspiration. All of her curves began to shine and soon she was gasping noisily and struggling to continue. Finally she had to stop and catch her breath.

          “You do not seem to try very hard.” The blonde’s cold smile made Lisa’s face flame with heat again as she stood bare breasted and shaking in front of them all. Being helpless and forcefully exposed was making her pussy ooze. She shivered with dread as she felt the familiar tingling and the ever growing wetness between her legs. And she was acutely aware of the boys staring at her nipples which were almost painfully stiff and sticking out like angry red thorns.

          “I think you can give better effort,” the girl said as she turned and walked quickly across the wooden floor. She was gone for only a few seconds leaving Lisa surrounded by leering teenage faces but when she returned she held something in her hand that sent a chill down the back of Lisa’s neck.

“Now we see, begin again.”

          Lisa tried, she really tried, tried her best to keep springing up and down, but the aching in her poor boobs as they bounced meant she slowed, then stumbled and stopped after only a few moments.

          “CRACK!” The paddle looked like an elongated table tennis bat. The black leather it was crafted from was thick and heavy but it was also surprisingly flexible. When it impacted against one of Lisa’s churning bottom cheeks its’ weight imparted a vicious sting, the intensity of which caught her totally by surprise. She squealed and grabbed her wounded bottom then shrieked as the thick leather immediately snapped across the back of her fingers.

          “Oooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww!”

          “You keep hands away,” the girl shouted as the teenage boys giggled and traded grins. Obediently Lisa forced herself to keep bouncing on the spot…feet together, feet apart, feet together, feet apart…but despite her efforts the paddle continued to swing in and across catching the outer curve of each of her buttocks in turn. She flinched and cried out at each stinging contact, her bum cheeks flaring with heat and within a short time she found herself pleading with the smirking blonde. Everything was wobbling and shaking, her big boobs bouncing and her poor bum burning intolerably as she sobbed and squirmed in front of the grinning boys. The shame was unbearable.

          “CRACK! CRACK!”

          “Owwwww! Please Miss pleeeeeeease!”

          “SMACK! SLAP!”

          “Ahhhhhhh! Please I’ll be good please stop! Owwww! Please stop!”

          For several minutes the sound of the paddle bouncing off the helpless rear curves and the half-naked woman’s cries and pitiful pleadings filled the room. But Krista Syzmanski only stopped when she was satisfied that both of the writhing cheeks had turned an equally angry shade of red, by which time their owner was in floods of tears. She smiled sadistically as she listened to the shaking woman’s sobs and felt her own clitoris stiffening and throbbing. The thought of seeing the little tarts’ bum hole being forcefully plugged by her boyfriend’s thick cock was making her wet with excited anticipation.

          “Now you are warm we begin stretching as boys show you.” Snuffling back her tears Lisa watched in horror as the teenagers first lowered themselves into the splits before turning to the side and each dropping into a box splits. They smiled at her and chuckled as they got back to their feet. Then one crouched down and allowed another to lift a foot up onto his shoulder. Holding onto the proffered ankle he then slowly stood upright. It left the other boy, who was gripping the back of his companion’s’ arms, standing on one leg with his other pointing almost straight up towards the ceiling. The pair of them held the position for a minute or so before repeating the exercise with the opposite leg.

          Lisa’s face burned when they all turned expectantly towards her, the boys’ huge grins and cruel sparkling eyes making her squirm with humiliation. She knew it was going to get worse but she had to be obedient, had to do as she was told. There was no choice or Mrs Henderson would be really angry. And what might happen then, how she’d be punished, just didn’t bear thinking about!

          “You show me now.” Lisa cringed as she saw the amusement in the blonde’s blue eyes. Self-consciously she slowly began to lower herself into the splits, but didn’t get far. The tiny shorts refused to stretch with her. Instead they grew increasingly taut, gripping her thighs and nestling uncomfortably into her intimate crevices, both front and back.

          “That is no good and what is that?” asked the girl, her grin making Lisa blush shamefully as the obviously damp patch on the grey material between her legs was revealed.

          “Have you wet yourself?” The laughter from the boys made Lisa want to cry.

          “No Miss,” she said quietly.

          “Stand up with hands on head!” It was barked sharply.

          “We remove shorts so you stretch properly.” As she spoke she raised her eyes and directed a sly smile and a nod towards the boy standing to her left.

           “You do it please.” Lisa began to shake her head but kept her hands firmly planted where she’d been told.

          “Please please don’t let him Miss. Oh please don’t let him…”

          “Be quiet stupid girl! Go on Robert.”

          His cheeks flushing with excitement the boy stepped forwards. He paused to take a closer look at the stiff red nipples that were poking directly into his face, before crouching down in front of the defenseless woman. He could hardly believe his luck! Lisa tried her best to stare straight at the wall opposite but unfortunately not before she’d noticed the bulge in the front of the grinning youth’s tracksuit bottoms. At the same time she was horribly aware that the other two were in exactly the same state. Oh God No! She couldn’t stop herself moaning piteously when the young hands eagerly grasped the waistband of the tiny shorts and a moment later she was squirming and sobbing as she felt the gusset of the skin tight material being peeled away from her private pubic folds. And then the final covering was gone and her smooth girlish slit was bulging forwards, shamefully exposed to them all. Her face burned intensely as she felt their eyes examining her naked front.

          “Open legs so boys can see,” the blonde said and chuckled. "We all know you are dirty wet girl.”

          Now she was totally naked, totally exposed, they could look at whatever they wanted. See whatever they wanted. Standing with her thighs parted and her hands on the top of her head she knew there was little that remained hidden, but she also knew that it was probably going to get worse, much worse. She was going to be made to show them every last private part, every one of her secret places. She shivered and groaned as the dreadful embarrassment increased her sense of vulnerability until it threatened to overwhelm her.

          “Now you do splits.” With her face ablaze and horribly aware of their eyes roving over her nakedness she had little choice but to do as she was instructed. Being physically fit and flexible, which was due to the weekly gym and aerobics classes that Mrs Henderson insisted she go to, meant that she had little trouble dropping into the required position. As she slid closer to the floor the skin between her legs stretched, pulling her pussy into a tight wet slit and when she turned in the opposite direction she thankfully only felt her lips part for the briefest of moments. To that point she’d managed to contain the awful shame that was building inside her, but then she heard her blonde tormentor begin to giggle.

          “Now show boys box splits.” Suddenly she found herself trembling uncontrollably. It took all of her self-control not to start sobbing as she forced herself to adopt the degrading posture under their watchful and gleaming eyes.

          “Hold position now naughty girl.” Slowly the boys walked around behind her. The grinning blonde leant forwards and smiled into Lisa’s face.

“You know you are making them hard, you like yes?”

          “Noooooo Miss! No! No!” Lisa’s immediate blurted response made the girl laugh.

          “Jean will be angry I think, at your slutty wet pussy yes?” Lisa’s face grew even hotter as she struggled to maintain the position knowing full well that the teenagers were examining every private detail between her widely separated thighs. She could hear them sniggering. It was enough to push her over the edge and she started to cry softly as the humiliation became almost too much to endure.

          The view she was presenting to the staring boys was excruciatingly shameful. From behind she knew that absolutely everything, every last secretive part, was being disgracefully exposed. Her tightly stretched bum cheeks were being held wide open giving the hateful youths a perfect view of the tiny puckered entrance of her bottomhole. But it was one of their muttered comments, about her being “sopping wet”, that suddenly made her feel dizzy and slightly sick as the realization that not only her outer, but also her inner vaginal folds were gaping apart. They were seeing inside her hole! Nooooo! And they could obviously see that her lips weren’t just thickened and swollen but glistening with her juices too! Juices that were oozing because she couldn’t control her sluttish excitement at being used and abused in front of them! In front of a group of grinning young boys! The comprehension was truly mortifying, her head was spinning and she couldn’t stop her sobs growing louder and her face burning as she found herself unable to prevent yet another gush of shameful arousal flooding through her pussy.

          The next few minutes passed in a blur for Lisa. Under the intense gaze of their grinning karate teacher each red faced boy took a turn at making the naked woman lift one leg onto his shoulder before forcing her to stretch as he stood upright. To Lisa’s utter shame the position meant that each of them was able to look directly into the space between her opened thighs as she clung to their arms and struggled to maintain her balance. Their huge grins, excited eyes and the obvious erections tenting the fronts of their track suit bottoms, made her cringe with embarrassment as they stared closely, and with undisguised lust, at her obviously wet and puffy slit.

          Krista Syzmanski glanced up at the clock on the wall.

          “Boys we have few minutes before I take you back. I think our lady guest must thank you now yes?” In response they all nodded, though it was obvious from their slightly concerned frowns that they had no idea what the smiling blonde was going to suggest. She gathered them into a group a few feet away and safely out of Lisa’s earshot.

          “Hands on head girl,” she said loudly.

          “You squat down and up.” Blushing and shaking Lisa did as she was told horribly aware of her nakedness and the boys watching her pussy as it gaped open each time she squatted down to the floor. She couldn’t hear what the young woman was saying but worriedly she saw the boys’ frowns quickly turning into enthusiastic smiles. A few seconds later when she was told what she was going to have to do she could hardly believe her ears!

          “Nooooo Miss! Please! Please noooooo! Oh please don’t make me. I musn’t I musn’t! Oh please no! I can’t!” Her sobbing and pleading had no effect except to make the blonde smirk and her smile grow even wider.

          “You do as you are told.”

          Lisa whimpered as the girls’ hand held her wrists together and pressed them firmly into the small of her back. She’d been forced to lay face down along one of the two weight benches that the excited boys had dragged away from the wall and positioned next to each other. Her boobs were bulging out and hanging down on either side of the vinyl padded top whilst her legs were spread wide, her toes resting on the floor on either side of the thing’s steel legs. Her young mistress was sitting attentively beside her.

          “Now we start.” There was a definite note of eagerness in the girl’s voice.

          “Would you like try first David?” The boy didn’t take any further urging. He quickly stepped forwards and without any obvious sign of hesitancy, or embarrassment, lowered his tracksuit bottoms. His ragingly stiff cock sprang out and bobbed in front of Lisa’s astonished eyes. She suddenly squealed and jerked as each of her already sore bum cheeks was spanked in turn, and spanked hard.

          “Owwwww! Ow!”

          “Ask now! Thank him and show respect or I bring you paddle!” Sobbing loudly and trying to stop her stinging bottom from rolling suggestively from side to side she reluctantly did as she was told. She knew there was no choice. It didn’t matter how degrading the situation was, how shameful it was, she was going to have to do it, going to have to do exactly as she was told.

          “Thank you Sir,” she said quietly, squirming with embarrassment at the immediate laughter from the boys. “P…please may I s…suck you?” Her face erupted with heat as she heard the pleading tone in her own voice and the blonde sniggering behind her. The teenager simply nodded, his eyes alight with anticipation.

          Opening her mouth she allowed the hateful boy to push his engorged penis between her lips until she felt it touch the back of her throat. It was incredibly hot and hard and she found herself swirling her tongue over the swollen head, licking it almost lecherously as he slowly pulled back. She didn’t seem able to stop herself! Oh God she was such a slut! At the same time the eager teenager took the opportunity to crouch slightly forwards and cup a heavy breast in each hand. After squeezing the soft globes for only a few moments and nipping their swollen tips he began to lose control, pumping his hips frenziedly back and forth as the overwhelmingly delicious sensations flowed through his throbbing hard-on. Seconds later his orgasm hit. His shout made his watching companions laugh. Lisa obediently began to swallow the spurts of creamy come but suddenly she was spluttering and moaning and writhing uncontrollably on the bench as the rigid shaft filling her mouth twitched and squirted. Experienced fingers had unexpectedly slipped deep inside her tingling pussy and were now sliding forcefully in and out of its silkily wet entrance.

          The young blonde watched the reddened and stinging-ly hot buttocks opening and clenching as their helpless owner, her mouth full of boyish cock, jerked and gurgled in time with the no doubt maddeningly intense fingering. It was taking some effort to keep the woman’s wrists pinned in the middle of her back but Krista grinned to herself as she slid her fingertips between the girl's wet folds and took possession of the swollen clitoral bulb. Caressing and pinching the extremely sensitive protuberance instantly had the shuddering hips lifting and rolling in an obscene bump and grind whilst the spluttering and muffled moans grew ever louder and more urgent.

          “You like sucking young cocks dirty girl, don’t you? Mmmmm?” Krista was enjoying herself immensely. Her pussy was throbbing with deliciously wicked anticipation at what was going to happen once she’d returned the boys to their school. She could only guess at the levels of humiliation and shame that the nude woman must be feeling, being exposed and used as a toy for the amusement of three teenage boys, but the absolute wrongness of the situation together with the girls obviously submissive nature were turning her on enormously.

          Unsurprisingly it didn’t take long for the other two over-excited youths to squirt themselves into the warm accommodating mouth. Throughout Lisa was continually teased towards orgasm by her smiling “Mistress”, her muffled begging and garbled pleadings growing increasingly frantic as she hovered closer and closer to the blissful moment of release. But the mischievous digits kept her frustratingly teetering on the edge. She licked and sucked on the twitching erections for all she was worth, her desperate mewing and whimpers filling the room as she squirmed in a cloud of intoxicating sensations…but then, suddenly, it was over. It had been only a few minutes since she’d been forced down onto the bench but it seemed to Lisa to have lasted much much longer. She groaned and hung her head, her face red with shame and her mind full of unbearable guilt at what she’d just done. What made her feel even more ashamed was the definite after taste of sperm lingering in her mouth and the delicious throbbing that continued to come from her incredibly sensitive “clitty”. Oh God what was the matter with her! She was such a shameless little tart!

          “Stand up girl,” the blonde snapped, “hands behind back and kiss boys goodbye and kiss properly. I know you like.”

          Under the highly amused gaze of her tormentor Lisa had to allow each of the gleeful boys to clamp his lips onto hers…and then kiss him back. Her face burned as each of the horrid teens took the opportunity to push his tongue deep inside her mouth whilst making the most of having a totally nude woman standing helplessly in front of him. Unsurprisingly their hands ran everywhere across her naked flesh, squeezing and mauling her exposed breasts and exploring the slippery space between her thighs. Krista smirked as the outrageously indecent handling had the girl squirming with humiliation, whilst each shameful penetration brought a whimper of total despair from the tormented lips.

          The young blonde led her three laughing and high-fiving pupils across the gym. She felt secure in the knowledge that they’d never share what had transpired during the last three quarters of an hour, not if they ever wanted it to happen again anyway! She’d intimated that another opportunity may arise in the future…but only if they could guarantee to her that they’d be able to maintain their silence and keep their mouths completely shut! Predictably they’d immediately and eagerly agreed that they could! Maybe the next time she’d have them actually fuck the little slut. That would be enormous fun to watch! She’d have to discuss it with Jean first of course. She gave her boyfriend a generous smile.

          “I be back ten minutes,” she said as he grinned and blew her a kiss.

          Lisa felt totally exhausted, both mentally and physically, so when Andrew Denton stood up and curtly ordered her to follow him she meekly did as she was told. Once inside the changing room she obediently stepped into the shower cubicle. The hot water reinvigorated her to some degree but as she soaped herself down the muscular males’ close proximity made her once more acutely aware of her nudity. There was nowhere to hide, no way of escaping his staring eyes as they travelled leisurely up and down her exposed body.

          And then she found herself standing back in the gym, her hands on her head and all of her physical attributes embarrassingly on show. Her nipples had softened with the warmth from the shower but were now once again stiffened and bright red and jutting out shamefully. Her face burned furiously as he stepped closer and unhurriedly began to examine her nakedness.

          “Stand still,” he said threateningly and then his hands were running inquisitively across her skin. She couldn’t help squirming and whimpering as he twisted her one way and then the other cupping and squeezing her breasts and bum cheeks in turn.

          “Open your legs.” It was said with authority and she reacted without thinking, submissively doing as she was told. Slowly he walked around behind her. A slight pressure between her shoulder blades and she found herself bending forwards, the position making her bottom bulge out provocatively and her heavy boobs hang defenselessly in front of her. It also allowed him easy access to the space between her spread thighs. Within moments she felt him exploring the crease between her rear cheeks.

          “Nnnnnnnnnnnooooooooo ppppppplease don’t aaaaaahhhhhhhhh mmmmmmm ooooohhhh!” she pleaded through gritted teeth as her clenching bottom hole was probed and pressed.

          But she was powerless to stop the horribly intimate examination and as it continued her eyes became heavy with lust. Soon they closed completely as a multitude of wonderfully rude sensations flowed through her helpless body. She could feel him behind her, could feel the end of his obviously very hard cock nudging and poking against her bottom and hips. All of the conflicting feelings and emotions that she’d experienced throughout the morning, the guilt, shame, embarrassment and forced sexual excitement were suddenly spiraling together inside her head. She moaned loudly as the fingers slid along the length of her vaginal crease before forcing their way up inside her slippery hole. As they did she began to lose what little remaining control she had, her hands slipping down from the top of head.

          “SMACK!”

          “OOOOOWWWWW!” She squealed as his open palm spanked one of her churning buttocks. With a sob catching in her throat she quickly put her hands back in place. That moment of enforced discipline instantly intensified her arousal levels and she began to thrust herself urgently backwards and forwards, her pussy oozing uncontrollably onto the probing fingers and her breasts swinging and juddering in time with the motion of her hips.

          “Nnnnnnnn! Mmmmmmmmm! Oh G…G…G…Godddddd!” she panted. Oh yyyyyeessssss I’m going to come. AH! AH! AH! Oh yeeeeeees mmmmmm yyyyeesssssss! In that moment the humiliation caused by the squelching sounds filling her ears, and the unmistakable aroma of her own excitement, was easily forgotten as she wantonly rode the wonderfully teasing digits towards, what she knew was going to be, a huge orgasm!

          “You think you play with boyfriend when my back is turned!” Lisa jumped and her eyes flew open at the young blonde’s angry shout. She hadn’t heard her new “Mistress” open the door and walk back across the room.

          “N…N..No Miss! Please I…Ooooooooohhhhhh!” Looking pleadingly into the girl’s eyes she couldn’t stop herself gasping nor stop the lewd rolling of her hips as the fingers that had been embedded deep inside her belly were suddenly withdrawn.

          “You push tits out and get wet pussy for him slutty girl,” she snapped. “You need to learn lesson!”

          “Please Miss please I had to do as he…”

          “Shut up! Here now!” Horribly aware of her bare breasts swaying with every step Lisa quickly went and stood on wobbly legs in front of the chair where her stern faced tormentor had taken a seat. A second later she was pulled down across the girls waiting lap. What she didn’t see was the look of amusement and obvious delight that Krista Syzmanski directed towards her grinning boyfriend as she glanced down and saw the bulge that his engorged cock was making in his trousers.

          “Jean will be back in half hour. Door is locked.” Slowly she licked her lips and treated him to her horniest smile.

          The spanking was hard and unrelenting. Within moments Lisa was sobbing and writhing as her already sore bum cheeks began to catch fire once again. Krista found that her hand was soon stinging so she switched to the leather paddle and from then on the helpless woman’s squeals quickly turned to howls and then to screams. Lisa’s increasingly hysterical reactions and high pitched pleadings had no effect on the girl however. If anything she exhibited not the slightest sign of compassion or leniency but rather the exact opposite, enthusiastically and cruelly covering not only the writhing globes with solid blows but also the backs of each thigh. When she’d finished her nude plaything was slumped brokenly in place, snuffling and crying uncontrollably.

          “Now you have hot bottom yes, to go with hot pussy!”

          Ignoring Lisa’s sobbing the blonde jerked her roughly to her feet and led her towards the far end of the room. Andrew Denton couldn’t help grinning as he watched his gorgeous partner force the naked woman over the end of the sharply inclined weight bench that he’d adjusted in readiness earlier. Lisa found herself bent almost double at the waist, her upper half hanging downwards on the padded surface with her boobs crushed uncomfortably beneath her.

          “Spread feet girl!” she was ordered curtly as her hands were pulled together behind her back and swiftly tied in place. Suddenly her head was lifted upwards and a hugely swollen cock head was pressed against her lips. It was almost too big to take into her mouth but she had little option but to do just that.

          “You better make good and wet or will hurt,” said Krista Syzmanski laughing wickedly before wrapping her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and kissing him deeply. Lisa gasped and panted, struggling to breathe around the thick shaft as it slowly slid back and forth, its’ engorged end blocking her throat with every thrust.

          “You think tart will have tight bottom?” the blonde asked her grinning partner, before they both laughed as their naked toy gagged and spluttered her distress.

          A high keening cry filled the gym as Lisa’s vaginal tunnel was stretched painfully by the stiff cock. She hadn’t been given any chance to adjust to the things’ abnormal thickness. All she’d felt was the slightest contact against her spread vaginal lips before he’d pushed himself into her tight hole with one cruel thrust. It was a thrust that she’d felt all the way down to the very tips of her toes. And now as he roughly pumped himself backwards and forwards she could feel her intimate walls being distended. But although it was horribly uncomfortable, feeling almost as if her pussy was being pulled inside out each time he withdrew, she worryingly started to recognize another sensation beginning to build in the pit of her stomach. Her squeals gradually began to change into groans and as the thrusts continued her tormentors noticed a definite lifting of her hips to meet each new searching penetration. Andrew Denton’s thick shaft quickly became slick with the juices oozing around it as Lisa’s reactions began to betray her arousal.

          Krista sat down on the adjacent weight bench, grasped the helpless woman’s hair and lifted her head until she was staring directly into the wide eyes.

          “You look at me girl.” Lisa couldn’t control herself anymore. All morning she’d been denied any release from the enforced sexual stimulations she’d received, painful or otherwise and now she could feel herself being driven towards an orgasm that she knew would be of epic proportions! But then the delicious sensations suddenly stopped and she was robbed of the exquisite pleasure that had been almost within her reach!

          "Noooooooooooooooooo please," she begged, "pleeeeeeease don't stop!" And then she was sobbing and blubbering with frustration as her smiling blonde tormentor giggled at the anguished expression that covered the very red face.

          "I think she like cock up her," she said, grinning at her naked boyfriend. His erection was jutting upwards, shiny with Lisa's juices and now looking even thicker, if that were possible. It jerked in response to his partners comment as he too grinned from ear to ear.

          Krista looked into the nude woman's tear filled eyes and watched with interest as they suddenly widened and her mouth opened into a silent scream. In seconds those same eyes screwed shut and an almost animalistic howl bounced around the room. And then all that came from Lisa's mouth was a pitiful, blubberingly ashamed, groan. It rose and fell with each painfully slow insertion of the swollen cock into her incredibly tight rear passageway. Her toes scrabbled on the floor as the engorged head forced it’s way inside her bottom hole, easily pushing past the ring of muscle that she was desperately clenching in a futile attempt at stopping what was happening. But it just kept going deeper making Lisa roll her head and grimace with discomfort as the blonde girl at her side watched with obvious amusement.

          “He is a big boy yes,” she said with a giggle. Wallowing in shame Lisa produced a defeated whimper as she felt Andrew Denton's hard stomach bump against her sore bottom cheeks. Now he was fully impaled she felt completely opened and ashamed. To have a stranger's stiff penis so deeply embedded in her most private of openings was shameful but the fact that her clitoral knob was throbbing and her vagina oozing with excitement was even more humiliating. When the swollen cock suddenly withdrew from her poor abused bum hole she gasped with relief but immediately squealed as it was buried fully in her pussy once again. She couldn't stop the delicious arousal that began to flood through not only her body, but her mind too.

          A few seconds later and Lisa came, and she came hard! Coloured lights went off inside her head as her pussy squeezed itself onto the thick shaft that was moving unrelentingly back and forth inside her. Thankfully they'd made her kneel on one of the exercise mats that lined the edge of the floor so at least her boobs weren't crushed underneath her anymore. Unfortunately her hands were still pinioned together in the small of her back but that was less important than being able to breathe! Moments earlier she’d been more than a little surprised when a totally naked Krista had sat down in front of her, spread her thighs wide and ordered Lisa to start licking. As she moaned her pleasure into the blonde girl's smooth vaginal folds she jerked and rolled her hips as much as she was able. The slow deliberate penetrations continued until every last delicious sensation had been wrung from her rhythmically contracting hole and her muffled squeals had subsided, but she still couldn't help groaning with disappointment when the swollen cock finally slid out of her.

          ‘'Lick clitty now and do properly or I will punish with strap.”

          For the next ten minutes Lisa did just that, licking and sucking the prominent button as skilfully as she was able. The threat of having her poor bum cheeks spanked again had immediately overcome any trace of reluctance that she may once have had. Orally satisfying the ladies that were put in charge of her was something that she'd had to get used to. It had become a regular occurrence, being expected of her after almost every punishment session. The sight of her burning bottom writhing and wriggling always had a very obvious effect on the males who disciplined her, so perhaps, not surprisingly, it appeared that her female tormentors became equally excited!

          Krista was on her knees leaning back against her boyfriend, her head resting on his shoulder as he fucked her slowly from behind. Lisa's face was pressed against the girl's pubic mound with her now freed hands holding onto Andrew Denton's hard buttocks. She could feel each and every thrust of his glorious cock. Her own post orgasmic glow was still present so the intensely erotic position she now found herself in was doing little to reduce her own arousal levels. When her blonde mistress suddenly went rigid and literally screamed with pleasure, squirming and shaking in the throes of her orgasm, Lisa felt her own pussy tighten deliciously. At that same moment, as she continued to lick the throbbing clitoris, she felt the bum cheeks in her hands begin to clench as their owner spurted his pleasure deep inside his writhing girlfriend.

          “Clean him nicely naughty girl.” Lisa did as she was told. Kneeling in front of the naked pair she obediently tongued the now softening penis. The humiliation of what she was being made to do seemed to intensify the tingling in her pussy. It was all so mind blowingly rude, what had happened, what a slut she'd been, the boys, the thick cock that had been up her bottom! She shivered as she moved along the shaft to the things big head recognising not only the familiar flavour of sperm but also the taste of feminine excitement, a mixture of Krista's juices and her own!

          “Did she do as she was told?” Jean Henderson asked, staring disapprovingly at her submissive lodger who was once more attired in her undersized school uniform. The blonde gave her older acquaintance a slight smile.

          “She behaved good but needed strap when boys helped! She is a naughty girl!” Lisa's face flushed with humiliation as the young girl giggled.

          “You liked boys didn't you?” Staring at the floor Lisa said nothing, her already red cheeks flaming with heat as she felt her bottom hole clench nervously. Her heart fluttered in her chest. She was so embarrassed by her sluttish behaviour but strangely it was having to accept the young boys tongues inside her mouth that was causing her to feel the most shame. It was just such a personal invasion, being forced to kiss them, but what she found most mortifying was that she'd found it arousing, it had made her pussy wet. Mrs H was probably right! She really was a slut!

          The car journey home was spent in relative silence. Lisa's bottom and pussy were both hot and tingly. Try as she might she couldn't stop the images of what she'd done to the boys, and what they'd done to her, from springing into her mind. The memories made her squirm with embarrassment but also made her clitoral knob pulse with guilty pleasure. Oh God she was such a slut! She was hardly aware of Mrs Henderson and Holly chatting amiably about their lunch, the weather and Holly's plans for the coming week. Only occasionally did the older woman acknowledge her submissive plaything sitting on the back seat and then it was only to sharply tell her to “sit up straight!”

          The rest of the afternoon passed quietly. Once back home Lisa went upstairs to shower. When she came back down Mrs H was already busy in the kitchen. The roller-coaster nature of their relationship never failed to surprise her. A few hours ago she'd been the older woman's helpless plaything and now here she was being treated as her equal, being spoken to quite normally, as if the shameful events of the day hadn't happened. It was the same with Holly. They sat and laughed and talked together as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred earlier. Holly was going home the following morning so when she went to her room to do some college work Lisa went outside and sat in the garden in the warm sunshine, where she read a few chapters of her book. By the time she was called in for the evening meal her nerves and the awful images inside her head had all but disappeared.

          Mrs Henderson had outdone herself, as always, where the food was concerned. The fillet steaks in their rich red wine and shallot sauce were sublime, as was everything else that she'd prepared. Throughout the meal both Holly and Lisa helped themselves to the excellent Châteauneuf-du-Pape, in Lisa's case because it helped to get rid of the final traces of residual nervousness that she’d been feeling. Once they’d finished eating Jean disappeared leaving the pair of them to clear away and sort out the pans in the kitchen. They were both feeling very happy as they washed and dried the last of the dishes, giggling and laughing at nothing in particular, before they moved into the lounge where they slumped down contentedly and switched on the TV.

          The doorbell rang precisely at eight thirty. Mrs Henderson yelled down the stairs that one of them should answer it. Lisa dragged herself away from the crime drama that was flickering on the screen leaving Holly dozing quietly on the sofa. Half asleep herself she padded down the hall and opened the front door. In that moment it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that she lost her relaxed composure completely! Her mind was suddenly whirling with anxiety, the slight inebriation that she’d been feeling instantly deserting her as she looked into the smiling face of the elderly gentleman who was standing on their doorstep with a briefcase in his hand. The awful memories came flooding back...

          Lisa had met Charles Fielding a few weeks earlier. It had been a Wednesday, and being the day of the week when she was subject to her landlady’s disciplinary regime she’d had no choice but to book an extended lunch break, as instructed. Mrs Henderson had picked her up outside the office at midday. She’d obviously known that her Mistress had “something” planned, and that the “something” would probably be horribly humiliating for her, so her nervousness was already building as they drove into town. Once parked they’d walked through the back streets until the older woman suddenly stopped and said, “Here we are.” “Fielding and Slade Bespoke Tailoring” was exactly that, a traditional tailoring business that produced hand made suits, examples of which adorned the mannequins in the front windows. An old fashioned shop bell rang as they passed through the door. Inside it was much larger than Lisa had expected extending back from the street to form a long extended T-shaped room. Numerous racks of suits and jackets filled the space with large mahogany cabinets full of shirts, ties and other items lining the walls. It smelt of wood polish and good quality cologne. It smelt expensive...

          Mrs Henderson led an increasingly anxious Lisa to the counter where a pimply pale-faced youth wearing an immaculate three piece suit immediately smiled and said, “Can I help you madam?”

          “We have an appointment with Mr Fielding, is he available?”

          “One moment.” He disappeared through a doorway behind the counter but was back almost immediately, accompanied by a short, overweight man who looked to Lisa to be at least seventy years old, if not older! He peered at her inquisitively through thick round glasses.

          “Hello Jean it’s lovely to see you, and this I presume is the young Miss we’re going to outfit.”

          “Hello Charles. Yes, this is Lisa who we spoke about on the phone.”

          “Right, well I know you’re limited on time so we’d best get on. Phil if you’d just close up and then come down with your pad and pen we can make a start.”

          The old man guided them through the doorway behind the counter, passed through a store room and then down some steps into an expansive basement. One end of the brightly lit room was occupied by several large tables upon which patterns and component parts of jackets and trousers, together with several industrial sewing machines, were sat. The walls were lined with shelves packed tight with any number of boxes and flattened rolls of fabric. At the other end was a “fitting area”. A large antique mahogany cheval mirror faced a semi-circle of easy chairs with a low, obviously very heavily constructed, wooden coffee table sat to one side.

          “Come along young lady, everything off, we haven’t got long,” said their host, as he and Jean Henderson each took a seat. Lisa’s face immediately blushed bright red. She looked at her landlady in panic.

          “B...but...”

          “Do as you’re told you little slut,” snapped Jean Henderson. “Or do I need to warm that fat bottom of yours before we start?” The old man chuckled, a huge smile on his face as he looked at Lisa expectantly.

          Knowing that she had no choice in the matter she reluctantly started to undress, keeping her eyes firmly glued to the floor as she did so. The all too familiar feelings of being totally helpless and being at the mercy of her dominant mistress and her friends began to fill her head. Whilst Mrs Henderson and the old man sat and chatted about the weather, and when, if ever, he was finally going to retire, Lisa took off her jacket and then with trembling fingers undid the buttons on her blouse. She looked up at her landlady hoping that she’d be told to stop, that she wouldn’t have to go any further, that this was all just some kind of horrible joke but the look of contempt that she received left her in no doubt that her nudity would be only the start!

          “Get on with it you little tart, I’m sure Charles is going to enjoy looking at those big tits of yours!” The older woman’s mocking tone and the sudden laughter from the old man made Lisa flush with shame. Slowly she slipped the blouse from her shoulders before placing it on the arm of the nearest chair. As she twisted to unzip her skirt her generous breasts swayed and wobbled in the lacy white bra that she was wearing. She could feel the old man watching, feel him staring at her as she stepped out of the skirt. Then she heard the youth from behind the counter coming down the stairs. Immediately her heart began to pound more heavily in her chest and she started to shake. Oh God she was going to have to show them everything, they were going to look at every part of her, she knew they were, every private part. Mrs H was going to make sure they did!

          “Hurry up!” Jean Henderson snapped. “I’m not going to tell you again.” Now horribly aware of not only the old man’s curious eyes examining her curves, but also the boy’s, she resignedly removed her underwear. Standing in front of them completely bared her face burned crimson. She couldn’t help holding one hand in front of her pussy and keeping her other arm curved across her chest.

          “Get your hands away and stand up straight! How many times do I have to tell you!” Having to do as she was told and expose herself to them made her feel dizzy. She could feel their eye’s moving over her puckered nipples, that were already achingly stiff, and the hairless mound beneath her belly. As always, being helpless made her pussy flood with wetness. She could feel it, feel herself starting to seep. The shame was overpowering. Why did she let this happen, what the hell was the matter with her!

          For several moments there was complete silence as her three tormentors watched the deliciously full breasts quivering slightly as their owner blushed and trembled, her eyes firmly fixed on the wooden boards between her feet.

          “Right Phil we’ll make a start,” said the old man as he stood up. He looked closely at Lisa’s obviously hard nipples before casually reaching out and pinching and pulling each of them in turn. She jerked away and gasped.

          “For goodness sake!” barked Mrs Henderson. “Get your hands on your head and stand still!” Lisa whimpered, she couldn’t stop herself, as the horrid old man squeezed her soft globes and pinched their rapidly engorging tips. She squirmed and gasped again when his hands slid down across her stomach and his fingers began to investigate the silky smooth slit nestling between her thighs. He chuckled.

          “Well she’s already good and wet Jean but to get the fitting precise we’ll need to ensure she’s properly aroused, everything wants to be in it’s most swollen state. I’ve got a few things here I can use on her but what do you prefer?”

          “Well the strap always seems to get the best results. She certainly makes a fuss when I warm her up with it and we can go for far longer than with a cane or a whip before causing any real damage. We’ve had some lovely long sessions haven’t we...mmmm?” Lisa whimpered again and then squeaked and went up onto her toes as the inquisitive fingers delved into the cleft between her rear cheeks and pressed firmly against her clenching bumhole.

          When the boy stepped forwards Lisa couldn’t help glancing quickly up into his grinning face. She wished she hadn’t, because the amusement and superiority she saw in his eyes made her own face burn with humiliation and then she was staring fearfully at the thick leather “strop” that he held in his hand. Oh God don’t say he was going to be allowed to use that thing on her!

          “Phil’s been our apprentice for a few months now Jean so it’s important he sees all sides of the business. I thought I’d have him do some of the work today, if you don’t mind, and anyway I’m sure he’ll find it interesting.”

          “No not at all, go ahead, I’m sure the little tart won’t mind. The more hands she has feeling her up the more she seems to enjoy herself, don’t you girl?” Lisa kept staring down and said nothing as her audience laughed softly.

          The boy didn’t need much instruction. His aim and the force he applied when swinging the thick leather strap against Lisa’s soft buttocks quickly had her sobbing and writhing. The whole of her bottom began to burn as the red marks made by the strap began to overlap. She jumped and wriggled and groaned each time the thing landed, barely managing to keep her hands locked together on the top of her head. As she twisted and clenched her stinging bottom cheeks her breasts bounced and juddered wildly. They began to ache and before long she was pleading with Mrs Henderson and the old man;

          “Please make him stop! Make him stop! Oh God pleeeeease!”

          Charles Fielding watched the arousing display that the naked, and admittedly, wonderfully curvaceous, woman was making of herself, particularly enjoying her increasingly desperate attempts at avoiding the swinging strap. He grinned at the excited expression on the face of his young apprentice who, no doubt, couldn’t believe his luck! Tears were running down the girl's very red cheeks by the time her landlady asked the youth to stop for a moment.

          “Here girl,” she said brusquely. Shaking and sobbing Lisa went and stood directly in front of her smiling mistress.

          “Turn around and bend over.” She did as she was told.

          "Legs nice and wide so we can see you properly. Come on we haven't got all day." All three of her tormentors looked closely at the hairless folds between the spread thighs.

          "Goodness me," exclaimed the old man, "I know you said she got wet easily Jean, but she's soaked herself by the look of it." His words made Lisa shudder as a fresh wave of humiliation washed over her.

          To her horror it was the boy who began to measure her. Feeling his hands and fingers exploring her helpless nakedness made her already tingling clitoris throb shamefully. Mr Fielding gave precise instructions to his young prodigy whilst Mrs Henderson smiled knowingly at her submissive plaything throughout the awful ordeal. Lisa gasped and moaned as her intimate dimensions were painstakingly recorded. First her breasts were inspected, each lifted in turn and then encircled by the tape measure before the precise distance from each tip to her ribs, the length and thickness of each engorged nipple and the distance between them was carefully noted. Her waist, hips and the fullness of her hot bottom were each measured, and all of course, required handling by the grinning youth. The whole experience was quite mortifying but then her embarrassment became even more intense...

          Two thin leather cords dangled down from the strange belt that the old man cinched tight around her waist before she was made to kneel on her hands and knees on the heavy wooden table. It took a few moments of prodding and poking before Mrs Henderson was satisfied with the humiliatingly exposed position that Lisa now found herself in. It was a posture that she had often been required to adopt, and one that ensured that every detail of her private parts was embarrassingly displayed. It also meant that those same parts were easily accessible to any hands that might be invited to inspect them. With her back dipped and her thighs parted she could feel her pussy bulging out backwards between her thighs and she knew that her bottom cheeks were gaping open. Shamefully her bum hole was completely exposed and even her swollen pussy lips were pulled slightly apart. Nothing was hidden now, every bit of her most intimate anatomy was being displayed for their amusement. A sudden stinging slap across one of her sore rear cheeks made her jerk and squeal.

          "Head up I said!" The embarrassment was all consuming and she hadn't registered that Mrs Henderson had just spoken to her because, unsurprisingly, she was rather distracted by her awful predicament!

          When Lisa felt several fingers being slowly inserted deep inside her she started to pant and couldn’t stop the low moans that escaped from between her clenched teeth. A quick glance over her shoulder and she realised it was the horrid old man who was handling her so obscenely. But there was nothing she could do about it. And then she was squirming and moaning loudly as her clitoral knob was grasped between his searching finger tips and pinched and pulled. She couldn't help rolling her hips in the most wanton manner and shaking her head as the exquisite sensations suddenly flooded through her belly.

          "Is this as swollen as she gets?" Charles Fielding asked, as the object of his interest groaned with shame.

          "Hold still you little slut," said Jean Henderson threateningly.

          "SLAP!" Lisa screamed and started to cry in earnest.

          "SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!" Each sharp impact from the older woman's stiff fingers brought a shriek from her submissive lodger as she spanked the girl's soft mound and sensitive slit. Lisa jerked and shook her hips wildly from side to side as her most sensitive area began to sting and burn. A few moments later and the delicate flesh had turned a vivid shade of red. Lisa hung her head and sobbed as her pussy burned. They all ignored her obvious distress as the boy once again began to measure her most intimate dimensions. She squeaked and whimpered as he reached between her open thighs and lifted the strings connected to the front of the belt before pulling them uncomfortably upwards along each side of her now swollen vulval folds. They were tightened and fixed in several positions and each time they were adjusted she could feel her now shamefully slippery lips opening as the soft skin was pulled one way and then the other. And then she was blushing even more hotly as she realised that her tormentors would have detected the scent of her arousal filling the air, as she had just done!

          Several more measurements had been taken, during which the boy's fingers had strayed over all of Lisa's private parts, before Mrs Henderson had curtly told her to get dressed and sort herself out, and to “be quick about it” as they were running out of time. After a few minutes in the shop's toilet doing her best to make herself look presentable and after being made to say thank-you, whilst blushing profusely, to Mr Fielding and his horribly grinning assistant Mrs Henderson had driven her back to the office. All afternoon, as she went about her work commitments, organising the staff, sorting out problems etc she’d struggled to concentrate. Several colleagues had asked her if she was feeling alright as she certainly wasn’t as efficient as she normally was, and a few had also commented on how red in the face she appeared to be. The afternoon had seemed to drag on endlessly and throughout she’d been acutely aware of the burning in her poor abused bottom and the constant oozing of her pussy as she tried to not, think about the awful humiliations that she'd been forced to endure during her lunch hour. But the pictures in her mind had refused to be ignored, no matter how diligently she’d tried to concentrate on the tasks in hand.

          That had all happened three weeks previously but the horrible old man was here now! The flood of shameful memories made her suddenly dizzy and she felt sick as she looked into Charles Fielding’s smiling face. Oh God No! Please No! Why was he here? Why was he was here now!

          "Well hello again my dear, is your Mistress at home?" Through the thick glasses she saw his eyes sparkling with amusement as her face quickly turned a hot red.

          "Er...er...Yes...Sir!", she suddenly blurted, remembering just in time to address their new guest in the way that she'd been taught. All male visitors were to be called “Sir”, and likewise any female guests were always to be addressed as “Miss”. Self-consciously she went to the bottom of the stairs, aware that his eyes were examining her rear curves as she did so, and called up to Mrs Henderson.

          A few moments later and Lisa found herself standing self-consciously with her hands on her head in front of her landlady, her niece and the horrible old man. They were all sitting down and staring at her. Her face was burning with embarrassment already but she had no idea just how intense that embarrassment would become before she’d be excused.

          “It’s lovely to see you Charles,” said Jean Henderson eagerly, “are all of the items ready?”

          “Yes I’ve got them here. I thought I’d deliver them personally,” he said with a smile, “I didn’t think you’d mind me dropping in to watch the proceedings.” He opened his briefcase and started to take out several items of what appeared to Lisa to be underwear.

          “Not at all, you’re very welcome.” She turned to her red faced lodger, “Get undressed girl.” It was a simple order and Lisa had no choice but to obey.

          Standing naked with her tits and hairless pussy blatantly on display she could do nothing but worry as the old man handled and enthusiastically described certain elements of each of the unusual garments as he showed them to her landlady.

          “Right, well, shall we try them on her?” Holly looked excitedly at Lisa and couldn’t help appreciating her exposed charms, the full breasts with their stiff red tips and the wonderfully plump mound of her pussy with it’s deep slit and delicate petal-like lips. Her Aunt really did have a lovely body. She knew that something horribly humiliating was about to happen to the owner of that lovely body and although she didn’t know exactly what that was, she felt her own pussy begin to throb with delicious anticipation. Before bed she’d definitely be taking advantage of her Auntie’s oral skills! She squirmed at the thought.

          The bra was apparently made from a flexible carbon fibre based material. The thick strap that encircled Lisa’s ribs just below her breasts fitted perfectly, a hidden fastener clicking together within the strap itself, and the slightly curved “shelves” that supported her fully exposed globes also tilted them upwards so that her already thorn-like nipples pointed upwards towards the ceiling. She knew the thing was called a demi bra but she’d never worn one before. The whole idea behind the design was to shamefully display the wearer’s breasts, literally lifting and holding them out to be examined. A thin strap that went around the back of Lisa’s neck supported and linked the outside edge of each “shelf” and gently dinted the soft fleshy globes that it outlined. Lisa found herself blushing as her audience stared approvingly and she immediately began to worry about where and when she’d to be made to wear the thing!

           “You’ll find it’s really effective when you want to punish her. It’ll present those big tits of her perfectly for the cane, or the whip, and clamps and clips really stick out nicely.” The comment was made quite matter-of-factly making Lisa cringe inside but she suddenly squealed as the old man pinched each of her tingling nipples hard. They throbbed uncomfortably as he turned and picked up what she assumed was some strange sort of G-String.

          “So as I said we made two variations of the pouch, one with the ultrathin composite and one without. The composite is completely transparent and also non-porous so any moisture will remain contained and not seep through. But obviously the “with and without option” gives you freedom if you’re not concerned about the mess she’s likely to make. Oh and I forgot to say everything is completely washable. Which would you like to see?”

          “Without I think,” said Jean Henderson as she suddenly stood up, “I’ll be back in a moment.”

          “Keep still girl,” said Charles Fielding curtly as he reached around Lisa and fixed a belt, of similar appearance to the unusual bra strap, to her waist. There was an audible click as it’s enclosed fastener snapped shut. Again the fit was perfect, you couldn’t even slip a fingertip between it and the skin beneath. A single cord hung down from a “stud”, which formed an integral part of the belt’s structure, that was positioned directly beneath Lisa’s belly button. Two inches down it split into two and after maybe another three inches the two cords threaded into a bead like sleeve, a ferrule, and then fused again into one before ending in a line of tiny loops. Holly was looking on with excited curiosity. Lisa’s humiliation was just so intoxicating. She squeezed her thighs together and shivered as her pussy throbbed. She could hardly wait for bedtime when she’d feel her lovely Auntie’s tongue inside her!

          Mrs Henderson was back a few moments later. Lisa immediately started to feel nauseous as she looked at the three items that her smiling landlady had in her hands. Besides the usual strap and little multi-thonged whip she was also holding a very thin cane. It had a horribly ferocious bite, one that Lisa was familiar with and one that couldn’t really bear. Whenever it had been used in the past she’d had to be cuffed and restrained with straps or a rope. The memory of it’s sting made her want to cry. Her stomach began to knot and her bottom clenched involuntarily as she stared fearfully at the thing. Mrs Henderson chuckled when she saw the anxious expression on her submissive toy’s very red face.

          “Oh yes you little slut, we’re going to have a lovely time with you in a minute. Get on your hands and knees and dip your back. You know the position!” Indeed Lisa did. It was the same position she’d been made to adopt in Mr Fielding’s shop a few weeks earlier. The same one that ensured that her most private parts were shamefully exposed. The same one that ensured that her secret places were conveniently and helplessly available to anyone who might be invited to intimately inspect them!

          Lisa groaned softly as the horrid old man pulled and adjusted the cords. They’d been threaded back between her legs and he’d carefully positioned them one on either side of her mound. Then they’d quickly been tightened. Lisa didn’t know the simple mechanics that were employed, but one of the tiny loops had been secured onto the belt via an integral stud that was positioned exactly above the apex of her rear cleft. The ferrule had been slid down the double corded section until her vulval folds were trapped tightly between them. The effect was to make her pussy bulge out alarmingly.

          “On my God,” said Holly suddenly before bursting into laughter, “it looks like she got a clam between her legs!” Their laughter made Lisa groan with shame. Her pussy felt horribly uncomfortable, it was being squeezed and she could feel her clitoris growing fatter as the seconds passed. It felt as though the whole of her vaginal parts were swelling up, which in fact they were, as the blood surging into them couldn’t escape.

          “You can see her pussy is colouring up nicely and she’ll be extremely sensitive,” Charles Fielding commented as they all watched with interest. Lisa’s vulva was a darker shade of pink now, her labia and clitoris standing out clearly between her swollen outer lips and as Holly had said, the bound pouch of her Auntie’s vagina did look surprisingly similar to a clam!

          Mrs Henderson applied the strap to her submissive lodgers’s churning bottom for several minutes until each curve was nicely reddened. During which their owner made a terrible fuss! Lisa felt so helpless and cried and begged and swerved her stinging bottom from side to side as the leather scorched each soft cheek in turn. Even worse her pussy felt really big and swollen and horribly vulnerable. She’d always been “plump” there, as Mrs Henderson would often point out to their visitors, but now her mound was literally bulging out, and she knew that sooner or later her sadistic mistress would to turn her attentions to it! Oh God please no, not there, please, please, please!

          “For goodness sake hold still girl, we’ve only just started!” said Jean Henderson with feigned annoyance. And indeed Lisa’s trapped vulval pouch was proving an almost irresistible target! The temptation to strap the swollen folds was almost “too tempting” but the older woman was careful to avoid hitting them by mistake. She was enjoying her toy’s physical distress enormously, but as always the intensity of her enjoyment was increased by the inclusion of a psychological element.

        She was surprised to find her hand shaking when she took hold of the whip’s handle. It was a small implement, the thongs being thin and only maybe ten inches long, but she knew that the sting they imparted could be excruciating. And indeed where she now intended to strike was going to test the limits of her whimpering lodger to the maximum. Lisa had been squealing and panting and sobbing as the strap had been applied to her helpless bottom but her reaction when the tips of the tiny leather strips made contact with her bulging vaginal folds caused her audience to literally jump in their seats!

          “AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGH! OH GOD! OH FUCK!” she shrieked as her hips jerked convulsively and she almost collapsed onto the carpet.

          “Keep your head up girl and anymore bad language and you’ll be sorry!” Mrs Henderson snapped, as she swung the little implement in again.

          Each searching contact from the whip caused Lisa to scream and shake her head and weave her hips frantically. Immediately she’d begun to plead and beg as the stinging filled her helpless parts. Oh God! PleasePleasePlease! Not there, please no! Her hips pumped madly up and down and she writhed desperately from side to side as her swollen pussy burned. It felt like she was being stung by a cloud of hornets! The whole length of her lips and even the button of her clitoris seemed to be on fire!

          “Oh please Miss please stop! Please please please!” she begged. “Owww! OwOwOw! I can’t stand it! Please Miss Please! Please!” Charles Fielding and Holly both laughed cruelly as they listened to Lisa’s frantic distress. Jean Henderson was surprised at just how sensitive her toy appeared to be, because truth be told she was only swinging the whip gently! Goodness knows what the effect would be if I whipped the little slut’s vagina with some venom. She’d definitely need to be cuffed and bound. The dark thoughts filled her mind as she looked at the results of her attentions.

          It appeared that the whipping had had a devastating effect on the sensitive soft flesh. Lisa clenched her teeth hard and grunted as her landlady gently examined the intimate folds, pulling and parting the slippery lips and running her fingertips inquisitively over the red and now very swollen clitoral knob. Even that slight contact made Lisa groan and roll her hips lewdly. The sensations were a conflicting mixture of burning pain, agonising sensitivity but also an overpowering need to orgasm! God she so wanted to come! What on earth was happening? She’d never felt this sensitive before! Please someone please put something inside me! Oh please! She hung her head and sobbed. I’m such a slut! They could all see that the inner and outer lips were swollen and dark pink, and that clear sticky fluid was oozing out of their owner’s abused slit.

          Lisa didn’t pay much attention to what her three tormentors were saying, though she knew they were enthusiastically discussing her shameful reactions to what had just happened. All she could focus on was the growing fire that seemed to be slowly burning between her open thighs. The stinging seemed to be seeping inside her, penetrating her tightly closed hole and spreading into the very centre of her belly. She suddenly became aware of the dreadful cane being waved in front of her face and her Mistress speaking.

          “We’re going to finish you off with six of the best young lady. You’ll count each one out nice and loudly, and you’ll hold yourself in position for each. If you disobey me I’ll give you a few stingers on this big fat pussy of yours! Do I make myself clear?” The threat was truly frightening. Lisa couldn’t even comprehend the agony that would result from being caned on her already tortured private parts!

          Each stroke was carefully placed across the backs of her thighs, just below the bulge of her constricted vulval mound, where her buttock creases began. She screamed and almost collapsed at each agonising impact but immediately called out the number and then dipped her back and obediently got back into position for the next. Tears poured down her face and she became almost hysterical before the sixth and final stroke made her jerk and literally howl. It felt like white hot wires were being held against her poor bum cheeks. For several minutes she could do nothing but sob as her bottom did a dance all of it’s own, shaking and clenching, and bobbing and rolling, and weaving frantically in all directions.

          “Well she certainly felt those,” said Charles Fielding with a chuckle. “I’ve got to be on my way, but thank you so much for such an entertaining visit!”

          “Er...Charles, before you go...would you like the little tart to relieve you in some way?” Lisa cringed inside as she heard Mrs Henderson’s words. Being offered as a submissive plaything to one of her Mistress’s guests, or a friend or indeed a stranger, always filled her with shame. Just the thought of the old man being allowed to do whatever he wanted to her sexually caused a flood of humiliation to rush through her mind. She shuddered.

          “That’s very kind, but I really do need to go,” he said, glancing at his watch, “but if you get the chance to bring her into the shop after closing one day, I’m certain that Phil would enjoy seeing her.”

          “Of course,” said Jean Henderson warmly, “I’ll probably drop her in sometime next week, if that’s convenient? You can tell your young man he’ll have a completely free hand where she’s concerned.” Lisa could hear the amusement in her landlady’s voice and her face flushed with shame.

          “Get up girl, hands on your head.”

          It took a few moments before Lisa was standing in front of her smiling abusers once more. She’d gingerly straightened up, her pussy bulging uncomfortably between her thighs as the tiny cords seemed to pull even tighter. Her mound felt horribly sensitive. It was tingling and stinging and throbbing and to her shame she found herself unable to stay still. Her hips wriggled and moved constantly in slow lewd circles as she involuntarily tried to alleviate the excruciating sensations that were pulsing between her legs. With her hands once more on the top of her head her breasts were literally sticking straight out, her rigid nipples pointing upwards towards the ceiling as the “shelf” presented her exposed “tits” in the most blatant way imaginable. To add to her humiliating stance she couldn’t manage to close her legs. She’d tried to gently bring them together but found that the slightest pressure from her inner thighs caused her trapped pussy to throb maddeningly. So she had no choice but to stand in front of them with her legs parted, appearing to shamelessly offer an unobstructed view of her hot and swollen vaginal folds. Her head was spinning. Oh please let me, please let me stroke it! She so needed to gently rub away the terrible tingling! Please let me touch it, my pussy’s pinching so much! And...and...and let me...come! Oh please let me come, I need to come so much! Oh God why was she such a slut! Why did she let these awful things happen? Why?

          As Mrs Henderson showed Charles Fielding to the front door, and they said their goodbyes, Holly immediately stood up and without the slightest hesitation reached out and cupped the whole of her Auntie’s very swollen pussy in her hand. She found it surprisingly hot to the touch. Lisa squirmed and panted and sobbed and went up onto her toes.

          “Oh Miss! Please please please don’t!” she begged, tottering unsteadily, “I’m so sore! Oh please don’t!”

          “You dirty girl, you enjoyed that didn’t you. This big fat pussy of yours is absolutely dripping! You’re all sticky and disgusting aren’t you?” Lisa sobbed and squirmed as her niece’s fingers produced a wave of excruciating sensations that worryingly ignited an all too familiar throbbing in her swollen clitoral...stalk!

          With the old man gone Lisa assumed, well hoped, that the end of her ordeal was in sight but her landlady had other ideas. Mrs Henderson sent Holly to fetch a bath towel, which she asked her to spread out on the settee, whilst she herself collected a pot of her home recipe “healing” cream and another item from a drawer in the sideboard. Lisa stared in horror at the dildo that the older woman was holding in her hand and her face bloomed with fresh heat. It was one that she was very familiar with as Jean Henderson often chose to use it. The thing’s shaft was curved and ridged with realistic veins but it was topped with a thick rounded head that was far larger than any that could have occurred in nature! Each time she’d felt it inside her she’d lost all control and it had never failed to reduce her to a shaking, quivering mess! She swallowed hard and her hot bum cheeks clenched nervously as she was made to kneel on the towel and spread her thighs wide.

          “Mmmmm, well it seems that Charles’s pouch design certainly seems to work doesn’t it you little tart? It’s got you well and truly trapped!” Lisa had her head resting on the back of the settee with her hands clasped firmly together behind her. She was uncomfortable but knew she’d better stay exactly where she’d been put, if she wanted to avoid any further punishment! To add to her misery the awful bra was making her boobs jut against the sofa back, which in turn was making her now super sensitive and painfully stiff nipples rub irritatingly against it.

          “Dip your back.” She did as she was told and felt her rear cheeks opening and her hot bottom bulbing out. The position caused her tingling mound to bulge even more obscenely...if that were possible! She sobbed as the awful humiliation and a feeling of complete helplessness washed over her.

          “Well what do you think Holly? Your aunt’s proved once again that she’s a proper little hussy.” Holly’s bright laughter made Lisa groan with shame and then she was moaning through clenched teeth as she felt her Mistress fiddling with the cords that were constricting her pussy. There was a sudden sense of relief as her swollen vulva was freed and then the belt was being lifted from her waist.

          Jean Henderson looked with interest as her submissive toy’s engorged and very red parts slowly opened. All of the girl’s vaginal anatomy was coated with clear sticky fluid and as they watched more of the same oozed out of her swollen slit. Lisa suddenly began to moan more urgently as she felt the blood once more coursing freely though her tortured parts.

          “Nnnnnnnnnnn...nnn...nnn...ooooooooohhhhhhhh...AAAHHHHH!” Both Holly and Mrs Henderson couldn’t help laughing as Lisa shook her hips and produced a whole series of “ooohhs” and “aaaahhhs” as waves of intense tingling and stinging flowed through the space beneath her belly.

“Ooooooh...G...G...G...God!” she moaned, her bottom rolling from side to side as the throbbing increased. And then she jerked and squealed even more loudly as her landlady’s fingers touched the super sensitive labial folds. Quickly her squeals turned to groans as the soothing cream was spread around and into her engorged and burning vagina. As her lips opened around the searching fingertips she shook her head and sobbed with shame, but her arousal quickly grew until she found herself pushing backwards onto the delicious fingers as they delved deeply inside her pulsing hole.

          Holly watched intently as Mrs Henderson pulled her fingers out of Lisa’s very wet pussy and then listened as her Auntie squealed and shook and sobbed as the veined dildo was forced firmly inside her. Almost the whole length disappeared into the tight pink slit before the older woman began to withdraw it again. It was done very slowly giving her submissive lodger ample time to feel the intimate exploration. The false cock probed Lisa thoroughly, repeatedly pushing in and out, and touching her from every angle. Fluid oozed around it’s shaft and began to drip down her jerking mound. Holly smiled as the squelching sounds blended with her Auntie’s gasps and groans.

          And then Jean Henderson concentrated her efforts on those parts that caused her toy to buck and squeal the most loudly. She knew exactly where the girl’s G-spot was so turned the dildo to make sure that the thing’s outsized head rubbed against that most sensitive of areas. Each insertion from then on repeatedly stimulated her plaything until Lisa began to lose all self-control. At that point the older woman slid a hand under the heaving belly and quickly grasped the protruding clitoral knob between her fingertips. The sudden, acutely intense, sensations immediately made Lisa pant and gurgle and jerk her hips frantically as the orgasm crashed through her. She screamed as colours exploded in front of her eyes, her head filling with the faces of those who’d recently watched her degrade herself and the incredibly shameful things that she’d done. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, almost painfully, on the rigid shaft. She pumped her hips madly, impaling herself again and again and again on the delicious thing as pulses of pure pleasure exploded in her belly. It seemed to last an eternity as she heard herself saying “thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou” as the clenching and rolling of her bottom gradually slowed. Finally she slumped against the back of the settee gasping for breath and moaning feebly.

          “Well well well young lady,” said Jean Henderson, “I think we can safely say you’ve outdone yourself where your sluttish behaviour is concerned. That was an absolutely disgusting display. What a dirty girl you are.” Lisa was standing in front of her landlady and grinning niece with her hands clasped behind her back. Her breasts were still being embarrassingly displayed by the “shelf” bra. They were literally jutting out with her nipples looking like red thorns. Jean Henderson and her young guest couldn’t help smiling at each other as they watched the tiny tremors and shivers that continued to run across all of Lisa’s exposed charms.

          “Holly has to be up early tomorrow to catch her train”, she said, as she reached out and pressed the concealed catch on the bra. Lisa’s breasts suddenly dropped, assuming their natural position and wobbling slightly as their owner continued to tremble.

          “So as it’s her last night with us, she’s going to put you to bed. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

          Lisa was in a daze as she was ushered, and prodded, up the stairs on wobbly legs and then in through her bedroom door. Holly closed it and quickly undressed. Naked she placed a pillow on the bed and laid across it with her bottom sticking up in the air. She eagerly spread her legs revealing her glistening slit to her submissive Auntie.

          “Well hurry up girl, you heard what your Mistress said, I have to be up early tomorrow!” Lisa knew exactly what was being expected of her. She had no doubt that Holly had been getting turned on all day. Her own pussy was still tingling and throbbing as she obediently knelt down and began to lick the very wet vaginal folds between her niece’s wide open thighs. And she was correct in her assumption because Holly came almost immediately, gasping and squeaking and clenching her bum cheeks uncontrollably.

          “Ooooooohhhh yyyyyes!” she groaned. “That was soooo good!” All day long she’d felt increasingly horny as she’d watched her stunning Auntie being abused and degraded. The whole situation turned her on so so much so she’d been desperately waiting for the chance to satisfy herself. God she felt soooooooooo horny! She began to groan and grind her hips into the pillow as the maddeningly intense stimulation began once more.

          Thank goodness I’ve got the day off tomorrow thought Lisa as she submissively nibbled on her niece’s throbbing clitoris. At least I’ll be able to recover and have some time to myself. The thought of climbing into her own bed and falling asleep brought with it not only a sense of relief but also contentment. In many ways it was difficult to resign herself to the fact that she actually enjoyed the humiliations and embarrassments that were forced upon her, but it was true. She was a submissive slut, she knew she was!

          She knew that her tonguing of the young girl’s pussy would soon make her come again. Holly was bucking and squealing in ecstasy and Lisa could feel her own pussy throbbing with desire. She also knew that once completely satisfied her young niece would want to return the favour, as she always did. She couldn’t stop herself shivering with anticipation at the thought. She was a submissive slut, yes, she knew she was! But definitely a happy one too... 

YNHumiliator August 2019