The Adventures of Karen - Part 52 - Relaxing
Karen and Lisa made their way slowly towards their cells, bare feet padding
softly on the cool floor. Lisa was struggling to walk properly after she had
been confined for so long in the cage. It had been a confinement that had
brought her pain and comfort, pleasure and humiliation and yet, now she was
free, she was, in some strange way, lost. The warm supporting arm of Karen and
the feel of her warm breast against her side were comforts to her, comforts she
was grateful for despite the undeniable cooling wetness between her legs,
despite the dampness of her hair and the sweet tangy taste of Karen's urine on
her lips.
Karen walked in silence her mind in turmoil with the events of the past few
hours. The prolonged masturbation and the incredible release of the orgasm as
she performed the final penetration with the shoe had left her tired but
incredibly satisfied.
The shoe, the shoe!
What had she done with it? She paused and patted Lisa gently on the shoulder
and returned swiftly to the dungeon where the still glistening confection of
leather and slim spiked heel lay on the floor. Bending gracefully, she picked
it up and, carrying it by the still wet heel, she trotted quickly back to the
waiting Lisa.
'Couldn't forget my special little friend, now, could I?' Karen addressed Lisa
softly. 'After all, who know what kind of mood I'll wake up in later.'
Lisa smiled wanly, her own thoughts still centering around the final moments of
Karen's orgasm, rather than the incredible fullness that the latex dildo had
inflicted on her.
Finally they reached the end of the corridor and stood, arms around each other
at the open doorway to Karen's small room.
'Please, my dear sweet Lisa, come with me and let me clean you up', Karen felt
a twinge of guilt as she stroked Lisa's wet hair and tasted her own urine on
Lisa's face as she gently kissed her.
'No, no, please...' Lisa stopped her and turned to Karen with tears in her eyes.
'..no, I'll be alright.' She stopped and a loud sob burst from her lips.
Karen stood back and stared at Lisa. 'Oh god, what have I done, I am so sorry
for..'
'No, no, please, I - I - I enjoyed it so much, I just want to remember you
doing that for as long as I can.
Karen was surprised at the reaction, she had felt incredible pleasure at the
moment she orgasmed and released her bursting bladder, but then felt shame at
doing so in front of an audience. She fully expected Lisa to be totally
disgusted with her and the reaction she was seeing came as a shock.
'No, please Karen, lets just sit together and I'll tell you.' Lisa walked
over to the wide soft bed and sat gingerly on the edge. Karen stood in front
of her, loathe to sit down until she had heard more. 'Well?'
'You see, I know it was, well, you know, different, but, you know, it was also
so amazing. I'd always wondered what it would be like if someone ... someone
did . . .that.' Lisa was embarrassed at her admission. 'You see, I'd often sat
in the shower and experimented with, no, on, myself like that.'
'Me too, me too!' Karen blurted. 'Yes I've done that so many times. So many
times.' Karen paused and moved to Lisa and held her head. 'Can I show you?'
Lisa stared, shivered slightly and stood up. 'Yes please, yes please.' She
put her arms round Karen's neck and kissed her full on the lips, her tongue
softly probing. Karen returned the hug and opened her mouth wider to accept
Lisa's probing velvety tongue'.
'Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm, yes, yes yes!' Karen pulled away from Lisa's questing
tongue and pulled her towards the wide shower stall. 'Now, I want you to stand
here and say nothing, and do nothing just watch me.' Karen put Lisa against
the far wall of the bathroom and moved towards the shower. She still felt a
little embarrassed but she knew that she was ready to void her bladder once
more; the bottles of water had done their work only too well. She wanted to
take the chance she had to bring Lisa ever closer to her, to her secret and
pleasurable ways.
Karen settled herself on the floor of the shower stall, revelling in the cool
feel of the tiles on her naked back and raised her heels up against the back
wall. Slowly, carefully, she edged her way towards the wall, keeping her back
flat on the floor as her bare feet 'walked' up the wall. When she had wriggled
as far forward as she could she struggled to lift her hips as high as she could
and supported herself with her forearms under her smooth rounded cheeks.
'Now watch this...' Karen looked over her head towards the staring Lisa. 'Let
me concentrate aahhhhhhh'. Karen frowned as she opened her legs as wide as
she could against the back wall of the shower stall. She eased her arms a
little so that one hand was supporting her in the small of her back and brought
her right hand round to gently separate her swollen, orgasm reddened, labia.
'Aahhhhhhhhhh. Yes, now, now watch... ' Karen gasped with the efforts.
Lisa stared fascinated as a firm steady pale stream erupted from Karen's tiny
urethra, erupted into a steady arcing stream, showering sweet golden droplets
on Karen's breasts and face. Gasping, Karen opened her mouth wide to catch the
sweet stream.
'Ohmigod. Wonderful wonderful.. ' Lisa gasped and pushed her hand between her
thighs as she watched.
All too soon the stream ,the pale golden stream, slowly fell, the last drops
splattering across breasts and shaven mound as Karen relaxed herself and
slumped back on to the tiled floor.
'There, there, did you like that?' Karen gasped triumphantly as she twisted
her head to look at Lisa.
'Ohmigod, yes, yes.' Lisa smiled and knelt beside Karen to cup her head and
kiss her full on the lips, again probing her firm tongue deep into Karen's
willing mouth.
As the two girls held each other and exchanged passionate kisses, away in the
control room at the other side of the dungeon, Greta sat enthralled staring at
the video screen, the silence only broken by the whirring video recorders.
Reluctantly Greta moved her hand from her heavy breasts and stood up. Thinking
to herself of the many refinements that she could devise with such a willing
pair of slaves she walked from the room towards the slaves quarters. The time
had come, she had decided, to enlist slave Karen in her plans to punish and
discipline her errant husband and the increasingly troublesome Agnes.
As she passed through the dungeon Greta paused and looked around at her well
used array of equipment: implements of pleasure and pain in equal amounts.
Wandering around the walls she touched various objects gently and sensuously,
savoring the erotic feel of cool steel, soft leather and the heady aroma of the
latex bondage clothes that she had yet to fully utilise on her willing slave
girls. Perhaps - perhaps; no she shook her head, why not save some of those
special pleasures for herself and her two slave girls for a later date. The
first priority had to be to bring Agnes under control, total control.
Greta smiled to herself as she thought of having, for the first time, a mature
slave, a well rounded woman who had had much experience with slave girls. It
would truly be an exciting experience to bring such a woman under total
control, total submission.. Even better, she thought, why not give her to the
two young slaves who had just shown their devotion to each other.
Suddenly, she stopped. Greta, already aroused from her earlier session in the
dungeon and again by watching the liquid antics of Karen felt that she, Greta,
had to have some relief. What was the best way? Masturbation? Take her
pleasure with one of the girls? Some strict self bondage even? Ah, yes, that
was it. She could not avail herself of the female slaves, they had other uses
in the near future, but she could permit herself the enjoyment of self
inflicted pleasure, self inflicted pain, self inflicted arousal. Yes, that was
it!
Greta moved across to the side of the room and looked around the well stocked
shelves for some suitable aids to her desires. Picking up a couple of soft
leather thongs she quickly stripped her clothes off and stood naked, stark
naked, in the cool solitude of the dungeon. Strapping a broad, soft, leather
belt around her naked waist she adjusted it carefully. Precision was
everything to Greta when she indulged her passion for self torment. The broad
belt was in fact almost wide enough to be taken for a rather exotic waist
cincher. The top edge came to just below her pendulous breasts, hanging and
swaying gently with her exertions. The lower end was stretched tightly across
the top of her hips cutting into the soft rounded flesh.
Enough?
No! Greta looked around for some more inspiration. Yes, an idea crossed her
mind. Why not tape some course Velcro strips to the top of the leather in such
a way that the coarse surface scratched and irritated the tender undersides if
her heavy tits? Another pleasant sensation, both uncomfortable and at the same
time so stimulating.
Enough? Not yet! Greta felt impelled to inflict more discomfort. Easily
achieved of course by tightening the belt another couple of notches so that
bending, even breathing, was a little more difficult.
Satisfied with the sensations she had generated, Greta paused and briefly ran
her fingers between her swollen, well lubricated labia, pausing uncontrollably
as she flicked across the swollen nub of her clitoris, her favorite instrument
of pleasure.
No! She stopped herself and picked up the thickest of the leather thongs that
she had selected. Clipping one end, with some difficulty, to a convenient loop
at the back of the waist belt, she pulled the thick knotted length between her
thighs towards the matching loop at the front of the belt. Carefully adjusting
the leather and positioning its artfully placed knots between her labia she
contrived to place one knot against her tightly puckered anal ring and another,
heavier, knot against her hardened clitoris. Satisfied with positioning, she
clipped the thong to the front ring and straightened herself upright. As she
expected, as she knew from long experience, the knots brought firm pressure to
her pleasure points, especially to her now protesting clitoris.
Satisfied with her efforts she re-dressed herself leaving her heavy pendulous
breasts swinging gently onto their tormenting pads. Slipping on her high heels
she took a few steps and gasped.
'Ohmigod!' Greta could not stop her outburst. The pleasure was so incredible.
She thought carefully. She knew that she could not reveal her personal and
private pleasure to anyone. At least not yet. Time enough later when she
started her final training
Composing herself she walked towards the male cells.
As she approached them the quiet murmuring she had head ceased. Looking into
the cell holding the luckless Andy she saw that he was lying on his back,
gently caressing his semi erect penis. Whether he had orgasmed or was just
indulging in idle pleasure Greta neither knew nor cared at this moment, her own
pleasures were paramount in her mind.
Moving on to the next cell she saw the sleekly smooth, dark body of her latest
acquisition, from the soon to be vanquished Agnes.
'You, come out here so that I can see you properly!' Greta always enjoyed
asserting herself with a man, any man.
'Wait!'
She moved to the adjoining cell and saw that Ken had anticipated her next move.
He was stood by the door waiting for it to be unlocked.
'You too! Out here!' Greta motioned him to stand next to Peter, whose skin
seemed almost to have a silky sheen.
Watching them take up position about four feet apart she stared, then
commanded; 'Present yourselves!'
Instantly the two naked males stood upright with their legs apart and raised
their arms and clasped their arms behind their heads, staring fixedly forward.
'Well done, well done.' Greta murmured as she appraised the two muscular
bodies. She was fascinated that, as she stared at them, both of their penises
began to thicken. 'Yes, you may permit yourself a moment of pleasure!'
Still standing motionless and silent the two men focussed their thoughts on
their own secret pleasures, even perhaps lusting after the desirable female
standing so carelessly in front of them. They were clearly aware the she had
walked by them with her bra-less breasts swinging freely under the flimsy
material of her dress, but they were quite unaware of the secret personal and
private pleasures Greta was getting from her careful and stringently applied
restraints.
Slowly, steadily and with noticeable pulsations, matching their heartbeats,
both penises rose to their full extension.
'Hmmmmm, a superb pair of cocks we have here, both so thick, so very thick and
both so long and powerful.' Greta casually brushed the back of her hand over
each throbbing erection before gently teasing each smooth bare glans with her
finely manicured nails, making both men gasp with a mixture of pleasure and
pain. 'You like?'
Aware that they were not permitted to react other than to bow their head, Greta
was gratified at the instant reaction.
'Well done, both of you. Now you may go back to your cells and relax.' Greta
smiled broadly. 'You may need your energies later!' As she spoke she turned
on her heel and walked towards the other end of the corridor, towards her two
nubile slaves.
As she approached Karen's cell she heard giggles and moans interspersed.
Taking care to walk quietly, and slowly, a process which both masked her
approach and intensified the pleasure from the tightly fitting leather thong,
she moved towards the shower room. Peering through the steam she saw that
Karen and Lisa were happily soaping each other and gently rubbing their
lathered hands over each others glistening tits before transferring their
attentions to the smooth pouting labia that had obviously been subject to much
cleansing in the last few minutes.
'Oh yes!' Greta spoke loudly. 'Just what is going on here?'
'Karen tuned and flaunted her glistening nakedness, partly hiding Lisa in the
process. 'Er, nothing, nothing Mistress Greta.' She turned and nudged Lisa who
was trying unsuccessfully to stifle yet another giggle.
'Strange sort of nothing I do declare!' Greta casually flicked Karen's erect
nipples. 'I suppose these little pearls are acting on their own then?'
Speaking as one the two girls answered primly 'No, Mistress Greta. Sorry
Mistress Greta.'
'Ah well, no harm done. I expect you were glad to get cleaned up after you
little adventure in the dungeon.' Greta paused and stared at Karen. 'and your
little, shall we say, experiment, in here.'
Karen gasped and her face reddened with embarrassment. 'M-Mistress?'
'You know full well that nothing escapes my attention, you are always being
watched. But surely you knew that.' Greta stated it as fact rather than as a
question.
'Yes. No. Er yes. Sorry, yes Mistress Greta.' Karen realised that she should
have been more careful but then again, whatever she did was bound to be shared
at some stage with her Mistress.
'Don't worry my dear, don't worry, I was most impressed, most impressed' Greta
stroked Karen's wet hair. 'I look forward to your next performance.'
Karen and Lisa relaxed a little, pleased and relieved that Greta was clearly in
a good mood. A good mood for reasons that they could not have believed.
'Now, my dear sluts, slaves, girls, whatever, just dry yourselves and come out
here, I have things to say to you.' With that Greta turned and walked out,
desperate to continue her self abuse, her self flagellation for more precious
minutes. She walked up the corridor and slowly back savoring the insistent
rubbing, the knot slipping more readily across and around her clit as the
leather became more lubricated with the copious flow of juices from her
capacious cunt.
Karen finally emerged from the shower room, freshly towelled and powdered, but
still quite naked. Greta looked at her with lust filled eyes. The constant
clitoral stimulation had brought her dangerously near to an orgasm and the
sight of Karen's firm. heavily nippled. breasts bobbing gently just inches from
her were making her lust for more of those special female pleasures that she
had previously shared with Karen.
Forcing herself to concentrate, she looked away and murmured 'Karen my dear,
please come a little walk with me, we have to speak privately. Lisa, my dear,
you may rest here and your friend will soon be back.'
As they walked down the corridor, the sound of Greta's heels clicking on the
floor was accompanied by the soft padding of Karen's bare feet. Lisa looked
longingly as Greta slipped her arm around Karen and casually stroked her firm
rounded ass.
'Listen carefully my dear I have some special plans and I need you to take a
very special place in them.' Greta paused. And, checking that she could not be
overheard, continued talking in a low whisper, keeping her head close to
Karen's lightly perfumed hair.
Lisa watched. Waited. Wondered.
After long minutes Karen finally returned alone, smiling gently.
'Well, tell me, tell me!' Lisa sat up and embraced Karen.
'No, dear sweetness, I can't, I have made a promise to Mistress.' Karen looked
a little embarrassed at refusing her friend. 'Look my dearest one, I promise
you that you will find out soon enough, and I promise you, when you do you will
be very, very pleased. Very pleased indeed!'
Lisa looked puzzled. Disappointed.
'I can tell you something though. Something that Mistress has, well, in a way,
given us.' Karen smiled as she cupped Lisa's cheek and kissed her. 'We are
going to have time together, right here, just the two of us, to do whatever..'
Karen paused and caressed Lisa's firm rounded breasts '..but, we must get
plenty of rest.'
'Why? What do you mean?'
'Nothing, nothing.' Karen mischievously slipped her had between Lisa's parted
legs. 'All I can tell you is that we, we, are going to have a special treat on
our own, without Mistress, just us slaves.'
Lisa frowned as Karen smiled, aware that the words were deliberately vague.
'How pleased she will be when she finds out.' Karen thought to herself.
Consoling herself with thoughts of the special pleasures yet to come, and the
even more intriguing possibilities after that Karen pulled Lisa down beside her
and began caressing and stroking the willing naked body.
End of Part 52
(c) 2004 Cathy P
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