Ilona did not care. This lovely creature could cheat all she pleased. Susan might be calm, but she herself was quivering at the prospect of what she was about to do.
'How many should I give you?' She asked breathlessly.
'How about ten, Mistress? One extra for calling you silly makes eleven. Hurry up, darling, I'm starting to tremble.'
How beautiful she was! How exquisite the white back across which the thin white line turned pink, then red, its skin rising in tribute to the blow she had just inflicted!
Ilona stared at her work in awe, while Susan responded in the, now recognizable, sounds and motions of extreme pain. Choosing the strained shoulders, the Mistress cut her second stripe across their breadth.
After the scream, the futile kicks, and all her acknowledgements of agony had run their course, Susan gasped: 'I expect that's about right, Mistress. Gollies, it hurts!
But still. . ! Darling, there's something else?'
'I don't want to hurt you any more.'
'It's sort of part of the same, Mistress? oh, and are my marks nice?'
'They're lovely. . redly graphic. They've made me all wet.'
'I'm so glad. Now, a bit to each side, there's a ring in the floor. Tie my ankles out to them so as to spread my legs wide apart.'
'But what's the need, Susan, you're helpless?'
'Just do it, darling. . Please!'
Ilona obeyed. It was a thrilling enough task. The separation of her slavegirl's legs created a new beauty all its own with Susan's nudity. Her hand automatically went to the damp junction of her slavegirl's thighs. She kneaded it with a wet palm while she kissed its owner's lips.
'Mustn't indulge me, darling, that's enough. Now stretch my arms up some more.'
'But, Susan dear, tying your ankles out the way I've just done has the same effect.
You look awfully tight.'
'Well, yes I am. But you can give me the other nine quickly and get them over with. I'll scream a lot but that doesn't matter. If you have me stretched so I can't twitch you'l have seen the whole range of this position. Stretched like you're going to do me I'll be in the ultimate helplessness, open for whatever you want to do.'
'Aren't I doing enough?' Ilona clicked the switch but almost instantly clicked it back as Susan's nakedness snapped into a tension to make the ropes and straps creak in protest. 'I'm going to hurry. Then I can let you down.'
'Darling, out of nine strokes slip three of them inside my spread legs. A girl's inside things are gorgeously sensitive, and you can snap one up into my pussy.'
'Susan, I can't!' Ilona was shocked.
'Yes you can, and you will. Remember I'm running this one. That's why I had you tie my feet apart, so's you experience the whole range.'
'But your pussy! Sweetheart. . !'
'Do it, Mistress, do it!'
Miss Ilona Paisley did it with a joyous competence in which she felt much shamed.
Long afterwards when their kiss ended and their mingled sweat had dried in their embrace, Ilona guiltily exclaimed:
'I forgot, I've left you stretched while?'
'It doesn't matter, darling. It's another Must. You leave the whipped girl as she is for an hour or two to think over her sins and their penalty. It's frightfully potent.'
'But you're hurting so terribly??'
'I'm managing to bear it. But, O.K. let me down a little while we talk.'
Ilona could not get at the switch fast enough. Happily, she watched Susan's nudity lose its graphic delineation of bone and sinew and return to normal. The bar and its strapped wrists kept the bare arms raised but with elbows bent. Susan could not free herself but the stress was gone.
'I'm longing to see my marks!' The irrepressible Susan giggled joyously. 'Please, Mistress, don't keep me here more than a couple of hours.'
But the Mistress had sunk to her knees between the slavegirl's spread thighs. In a desperate hunger for female communion her face was buried in Susan's pubic hair.
Chapter Three
'Whatever made you think of yourself as a Mistress?'
Susan's lips returned to Ilona's left nipple while she teased its twin with knowing fingers.
The Mistress sighed, not in perplexity but in simple content. The massive new four poster embraced them lovingly, and Susan was as exquisite in the arts of love as in all else. 'It was that girl I told you about.' She explained, absently. 'It was my first?'
'I bet you didn't want to whip her bottom at all, darling. You wanted to nibble her.' Susan gently nipped with small white teeth. 'I must be the most nibbled slavegirl extant, and you're quite fabulous at it. I'm climaxed to a climax.'
'I'm not a very good Mistress, am I?'
'You're terrible as a Mistress, darling. That is, for a girl like me who needs constant discipline.'
'You don't need it at all, you just love it.'
'You've got the loveliest nipples, Ilona. I bet you never knew. I bet if I flicked one it would twang.'
'Go ahead.' Ilona giggled. 'You could call it twanging my tit.'
'You wouldn't have said that a week ago.' Susan judged sagely. 'And all the rest of you's grade 'A' too? good enough to eat. I might have eaten you up by now if you hadn't been so busy eating me.'
'I keep seeing those workmen's faces.' Ilona mused.
'They were in and out of here for three days. They must have guessed something.'
'How would I know! You made me sit in the stocks all day and tied me to that bed in what you call my room at night.' Susan complained, then amended: 'Oh sure, I know I told you it was the best way of disposing of me.'
'You looked sweet in the stocks, your feet peeping through.'
'I'm terribly grateful, darling, for all the things.' Susan held up her left hand.
Around its wrist was the snug shine of a steel shackle. It was heavy, as was the chain trailing across the coverlet to lose itself somewhere on the floor. 'This is simply pussy perking, Ilona, I really know it's there. It doesn't just follow, I have to tug. But it let's me do anything? leastways in this bed it does.'
'The bed meet your specs'?'
'Mmmmm! It will take us a month to tie me in all the ways it's designed for.'
Two girls in a huge bed, both naked, one vividly striped by whipmarks. Both satiated by an orgy of lovemaking that had gone on and on. In the mind of each was a query of the future, a future in which they knew themselves already enmeshed. For Ilona Paisley the publishing house was receding into the distance. For years it had held her captive. Now she beheld other more fascinating captivities of which she had never dreamed. Susan could be a way of life, absorbing her utterly. She stirred responsively under the attentions of lips, teeth and fingers. Heat was again building within her loins. She wondered at the seemingly inexhaustible regeneration the platinum haired beauty had the power to provoke. She had entered a lotus eating land of infinite delight.
'What are you going to do to me tomorrow, Mistress?'
'Love you.'
'But, darling, I need discipline. You're using me like a lesbian equal.'
'I didn't think they ever were equal.'
'Well, not really. But I'm not just a lesbian, I'm a slavegirl. Remember?'
