new and intimate friend.
'Oh no,' Kristine warned, gently moving Debbi's head away. 'We mustn't be too long or Magda will get angry. We have a client coming after breakfast. We'll have much pleasure then.'
'All right. But I've got to love you,' Debbi said. The smile of the girl told Debbi that it would suit her just fine. And Debbi knew she would never get lonely for some tender loving. This was another added bonus of her new world.
'Take that off now. I'll have boots for you later. But first breakfast,' Kristine said, smiling with unsatisfied longing as she helped Debbi undress. The girl followed Debbi into the bathroom and watched her urinate.
'You make a nice, long stream. I'd like you to do that over me some time, if you wouldn't mind,' Kristine said.
'You mean you'd want that?' Debbi asked, finding the notion disgusting. But she didn't express her sentiment for fear of offending her new friend.
'Oh yes, I like that very much,' Kristine answered. Debbi didn't comment, but finished dressing quickly and went down with Kristine for breakfast. Magda and Fati were already at the table.
The breakfast was another elegant meal. There was a selection of meats and several varieties of eggs and pancakes. Debbi was hungry, so she ate heartily. The others were completely silent throughout the meal. Everyone waited for Fati to speak before settling into a more relaxed, social mood. Debbi followed the lead of the other two women.
'Good morning. I hope that everything is ready,' Fati commented, lighting up a long cigar.
'Certainly,' Magda answered. She had been watching Debbi, and her intense look made the girl feel slightly uneasy. Kristine was obviously simple-minded, but she had an admiration, probably bordering on fear, for Fati and Magda. Debbi noticed this and was impressed by it.
'Excellent. Then our guest will find it convenient in an hour. You can set up the last-minute preparations,' Fati said. His tone expressed confidence in his position of authority. He ran the house and his dictates weren't about to be challenged.
'Girls, you heard Mr. Fati. Get dressed, both of you. Then, Kristine, you bring Debbi to the chambers,' Magda ordered very firmly. Debbi followed when Kristine rose.
'I'll see you in a little while,' Kristine said, giving Debbi a quick peck on the mouth. Kristine then disappeared in a room down the hail.
Debbi entered her own room and immediately stripped. She was actually shaking with excitement as she hurriedly got into her outfit. There was a pair of high, black leather boots near the bed and Debbi stepped into them. When she had finished lacing them, she stood admiring herself in front of the full-length mirror.
Debbi wondered what deliciously horrible things they would do to the man. The whipping of Mrs. Smyth's boy would probably be nothing in comparison to what would happen here. Mr. Fati said that all the males who come as clients were connoisseurs of pain. As such, they would probably demand as bizarre a treatment as any Magda could conjure up. Debbi would soon witness for herself just what went on in this house.
'Let's go, Debbi,' Kristine's voice urged from the hall. Debbi joined her wad the two girls went
down a long and winding staircase. Debbi was amazed to see a large room which seemed the size of the entire circumference of the house. The room was loaded with tables and various ugly, yet fascinating, devices. Kristine was determined to give Debbi a tour before Magda arrived. Debbi understood from the girl's behavior that when Magda arrived, everything would be strictly business.
'Over here is the rack. We can stretch them out a bit,' Kristine giggled, pointing to a medieval device that Debbi remembered reading about in her history courses in high school. Debbi never would have believed that they still existed and were operational.
'Do you actually put someone on it?' Debbi asked in astonishment. Her pulse quickened as she imagined how painful it would be for the victim.
'Of course,' Kristine answered.
'Don't they scream?'
'Oh yes. Quite a bit, in fact. But they can howl all they want. The room is completely soundproofed,' Kristine explained, rubbing her hands on the leather seat of the couch.
'What are all the tables for?'
'We put the men on them and use all kinds of devices for their discomfort,' Kristine explained. Debbi walked over to a chair.
'What's this?'
'We call it our electric chair. We use it only for very special clients. We put the man in and are able to restrain him in a painful way. Then we put a current through him and cause him great pain. And the best thing is there are no nasty marks, like from a whipping. A lot of men want this type of discipline so they won't have to explain the welts. But I like to use the whips myself,' Kristine confessed, stopping by a large series of cabinets
that had over fifty different styles of whips in them. Large cases also were lined up against the wall, containing manacles and chains, as well as large canes.
Both girls turned when they heard footsteps on the stairs. It was Magda. And she was dressed in the same exotic uniform as they.
'I see little Kristine is giving you the tour,' Magda commented, stopping in front of Debbi. 'You look ravishing. The men will be glad to see you. Do you like men? I mean, sucking their cocks and letting them fuck you?'
'Yes,' Debbi answered. She hoped it wouldn't be held against her.
'Good. You see, Kristine is very good at making men suffer, but a bit squeamish about touching them in certain ways,' Magda explained. Debbi noticed that Magda was in every way a sexy woman. Though at least fifteen years older than she, the woman looked exciting. Especially in her daring leather outfit.
'I also like to give them pain,' Debbi said defensively. Somehow, liking sex with men did not seem as honorable as beating them and making them suffer. At least in this unique environment.
Debbi wondered if the woman was a lesbian like Kristine. Perhaps she was even Fati' mistress.
'The man coming today is one who likes sex more than pain. In his mind he feels it is delicious to be put into submission and beaten, but in reality he doesn't Like it,' Magda explained, taking a whip from the rack and swishing it through the air.
'Then why does he come?' Debbi asked. The question sent Magda into raucous laughter.
'My, you are naive. He has to come. He's compelled by something in his nature. No matter how badly he's treated, he'll always beg to come
back,' Magda explained. 'Now, you'll both do exactly and only as I say. I have to maintain proper order during a disciplining. Is that understood?'
'Yes,' both girls answered in unison. Magda turned as she heard footsteps. The girls followed her gaze and saw a meek-looking man of about forty slowly coming down the stairs.
'Girls, it looks like we have a visitor,' Magda said, a wicked gleam coming to her eyes. She swished the whip several times to. make her appearance even more menacing. The man hesitated for a moment, then came down the stairs.
'I don't know about this,' the man said. He was definitely having second thoughts about entering.
'You do too. You know you need a nice stretching. Besides, you'd like a piece of that, wouldn't you?' Magda asked, laughing as she indicated the sexy and exciting Debbi.
'That's sweet,' the man commented.
'Good. Girls, help him strip,' Magda ordered. Both girls flew to the task. Kristine undressed him roughly. She yanked his underwear down over his semierect dick.
'Easy, dammit,' the man winced. But he made no move to stop them. His hand reached out to feel the leather mini dress on Debbi. Then it strayed to her thigh.
'First a little whipping. Kristine, you do it, while our friend eats out Debbi. You'd like that, wouldn't you?'
Kristine put the man down into a low crouch on the floor. Debbi sat on a cushion, spreading her legs out as far as the fabric of the skirt would allow. The man crawled the short distance until he could bury his head under Debbi's skirt.
'Whip him!' Magda ordered. Immediately, Kristine fell to her task. She had a small, thin
switch that made an ugly sound as it smacked against the bare flesh. The man sucked hard at Debbi's cunt, groaning out in pain as each lash fell on his bared buttocks. Kristine was working like a tigress. Her blows fell 'ow,
