The Adventures of Karen - Part 44 - Private Fun
Unaware that Greta and Agnes had been discussing their future roles, Karen and
Lisa rolled blissfully away from each other and stretched their sated bodies.
'You know dear, sweet Lisa, I really do love you so much!' Karen smiled
happily and blew a kiss at Lisa.
Lisa, equally happy, stood up and walked to the shower. 'And I love you too!'
In the corridor, Greta gave Agnes a malevolent look. 'You see, now I have
them. I can use their love for each other to make them perform even better for
us. Just have patience and you'll see what I intend.
Agnes merely grunted, impatient for the initial formalities to be over; she was
more intent on having some special pleasures of her own, although she
understood that Greta had to begin her explanations, and instructions, to
Karen.
'Aha! What have you two been getting up to?' Greta walked into the room and
sniffed the air. The smell of female arousal was strong in the air. 'Don't
bother to deny anything, I know exactly what you've both been doing!'
'Mistress, I'm sorry, I thought I had permission to ...'Karen began to speak
before Greta interrupted her.
'Of course you did, never worry my dear, I have not got a problem with you and
Lisa, after all you are neigbors and you are bound to have feelings for each
other.' Greta paused and looked at Agnes, who was beginning to giggle. 'You
are bound, really bound, to have feelings, as I'm sure you know and enjoy.'
'O-of course Mistress, I understand what you are saying. Are you ready to take
me, or perhaps us, back to the dungeon for more pleasure at your service?'
'No, no, no, I just want to talk to you a moment, and then I shall leave you
both alone...' Greta paused, and added, '...for now!'
Agnes moved across to the rumpled bed and sat on the edge, looking expectantly
at Greta. 'Do we want them both here at the moment?'
Greta shook her head. 'No! Lisa, hurry up and get out of the shower. Get
dried and then go to your own room. Quickly!'
Lisa emerged, looking disappointed, and walked reluctantly back to her own
room. Listened with a sinking heart as she heard the click of the lock and the
soft whirr as the shutter between the two cells was lowered into position. Her
mind was in a turmoil. What was going on? Had she and Karen finally committed
some offence that they were unaware of? Was Mistress Greta angry that they had
fallen in love? Would she be allowed to sleep besides Karen again? The
questions tumbled through her head as she sat sadly on her own cool, unused
bed. She was aware of the soft murmur of voices in the adjoining cell but it
was impossible to make out the words.
In Karen's cell Greta began her explanation as Karen stood naked in front her,
legs spread wide and her hands clasped behind her head. There was no real need
for her to be forced to display herself so wantonly, at least not yet, thought
Greta, but she knew that Agnes would enjoy the view of the lithe, supple, full
breasted figure and, after all, what were slaves for if not to provide some
pleasure.
'So, listen carefully. I, we, want you to be our special performer in a series
of special scenes that we are planning. The exact details need not bother you
at the moment, but I want you to understand that you are the most important
person in each one of them. Is that understood?'
'Yes, of course. Your pleasure is my command as you know Mistress.'
'Good, good! Now, there are one or two little formalities to sort out and I
will need your special technical skills to help me.'
'My skills? What do you mean Mistress?'
'You are a competent person at your job? You know how to handle all of this
new fangled technology, the sort of stuff that defeats me and my friend here.'
Greta couldn't resist a secret smirk as she looked at Agnes. They were both
aware that Greta was far from the simple minded woman that she liked to
portray. In fact, Agnes knew full well that Greta had graduated, years
previously, with a first class degree and a subsequent Doctorate at a
prestigious European university before she had moved to her present location.
'Yes, Mistress, of course, now I understand.' Karen replied, trying to appear
modest, but knowing full well that Greta must be aware of her own background,
her own graduate specialities.
'Good, then we understand each other. We are going to ask you, ask, notice,
not order, you, to help us set up the necessary systems so that we can provide
private broadcasts, or is it netcasts that you call them, to some of my special
friends.' Greta stared at Karen who nodded slowly. 'Set that up and then you
and one or two others will be able to, shall we say, star in your own private
productions. Little performances that you will provide for an audience that
you cannot see. Well, not an audience that you are used to at the moment,
although of course there will be opportunities for you to indulge those
pleasures from time to time.'
'Oh, you mean that I will have to do things on my own?' Karen seemed
disappointed.
'Ha! You will be doing all sorts of things on your own!' Greta leered at
Karen, 'No, you will be assisted by someone who will make sure that do
everything and anything, that is required. And, if you don't co-operate, that
person will make sure that you see the error of your ways.'
'Mistress?' Karen sounded confused as she let her arms droop from their
uncomfortable position.
'Just think of it all as a performance with you, and others of course, as the
performers, and the other person as the compere in charge. You'll rather like
it, I guarantee.'
'Mistress, may I ask who will be in charge? Will it be you?'
'Anything that happens in this house is controlled by me!' Greta spoke
sternly. 'But in this case, for your special performances, there will be
someone else, shall we say, helping me. As to who it is, you will have to wait
and find out.'
'Sorry Mistress, I just wondered if I knew him.'
'Him? Who said it was a him? It might be a him or a her. You'll just have to
wait and find out.'
Karen's face paled as she thought of the possible female that could be in
charge of her. Surely not Agnes, surely Mistress would not allow that.
Greta stood up, satisfied that she had sown the seeds in Karen's mind. 'Agnes,
my dear, you can go and get ready if you like, I only have to discuss some
boring business arrangements here and then I'll join you.'
As Agnes left the cell Greta outlined her proposals to Karen and explained that
she would continue to be employed, at an enhanced rate. The only difference
now was that her job description, and her conditions of service, had changed.
After listening carefully to Greta's detailed explanations Karen felt relieved,
and happy, that her new way of life had been settled for her. At last she had
found her true role, combining her own special secret pleasures, with her
skills, in a place that she could finally, after years of unhappiness, call
home.
Greta left the cell area and walked slowly down the corridor towards the
dungeon, the play room.
In the dungeon, Agnes had stripped her clothes off and was standing completely
naked on the central stage stretching and flexing herself. She felt relaxed,
savoring the pleasure that was yet to come. She knew that her private delights
were known only to two people, her husband and her friend Greta, and in fact,
her most secret delights were shared only with Greta. The chance to indulge
herself was not easy to arrange and the fact that she had been left here when
the party had finished was a definite bonus. As she cupped her heavy breasts
and jiggled them she heard the door open behind her.
'Wow! You are keen!' Greta paused and looked at the voluptuous figure.
'Couldn't wait to strip? Perhaps I'll m make you regret it soon!'
Agnes merely laughed. 'You know exactly what I want. And you want it too, so
don't pretend otherwise. Are you sure we will not be disturbed?'
Greta nodded. 'Not a problem, dear one, I'm just going to lock the doors and
then we can begin. Just stand and present for me, please.'
Agnes quickly assumed the position, legs wide, arms behind her head. 'And the
cameras?'
'My dear, my dear, do you think I would record all of this?' Greta shook her
head sadly. As far as Agnes was concerned she had turned the cameras off, but
in fact, she had had no intention of so doing. The possible uses of a secret
tape recording her friends private pleasures were countless. It was always
wise, she thought, to make sure that you had control over everyone, everything,
and filming Agnes in some of her most private moments was just another means of
control. The fact that she herself would feature in any recordings was of no
concern, she controlled the tapes and she was, as always, in charge. There was
a slight risk, a minuscule risk, that someone would use the tapes, if they
could find them, and use them against her, but that was highly unlikely.
Agnes stood expectantly, eyes bright and, despite their small dimensions, her
nipples were radiating warm sensations, her clitoris was hardening and she knew
her juices, her copious juices, were beginning to flow.
'Now my dear, You are going to be my slave for the next hour or so, you will
do exactly as I wish and you will only cum when I allow it. And cum you will.
I shall allow you only one chance of cumming but, when I think you are ready, I
will give you the most intense cum you have felt for a very long time. Since
you were last at my mercy in fact.'
Agnes stood stock still, transfixed at the thought. She knew how skilled Greta
was, and, having experienced such intense pleasure before, she knew she was
ready, desperate, for a repeat performance.
'Now, I have a few new little ideas, so do as I tell you.' As she spoke Greta
moved some equipment onto the stage and positioned a trestle-like device in
front of Agnes. 'Stand here, like so.'
Greta bent down and clamped a long metal spreader bar, made of strips ofd two
inch wide steel plate around each ankle, holding Agnes' bare feet a full three
feet apart. Carefully she tightened the bolts holding the two strips together,
making the circular clamps grip Agnes firmly. Satisfied with her efforts,
Greta moved the trestle closer to Agnes, so that the padded cross bar nestled
against the top of her thighs.
'Put your arms behind your back and keep still while I lace this up!' Greta
produced a black leather arm cuff and carefully pulled it over Agnes' hands,
held palm to palm. Making sure the fingers were carefully aligned she pulled
the laces tight before she eased the supple leather up the naked arms.
Satisfied that the leather had been smoothly stretched well above the elbows,
Greta continued to pull the lacing tight. Sufficiently tight for Agnes to gasp
as the compression began to bite into her consciousness. Pleased with her
efforts, Greta tied the ends firmly and experimentally lifted the unresisting
arms, making Agnes bend over slightly.
'Good! Good!' Greta stood back and looked at Agnes, now panting slightly in
anticipation. 'Let me adjust the chain and then I'm nearly ready for my
special treat. Agnes could hear the slight rattle as the overhead pulley was
adjusted, before she felt a tug as Greta fastened the hook into the ring sewn
solidly into the end of the gloved hands. 'Ready?'
Agnes nodded, staring at Greta, eyes wide and moist lips parted. 'Yes! Make
it hurt me, please. I really need to feel this today, it's been such a long
time. Go on, hurt me please. Now!'
Greta smiled as she pulled the chain upwards. As the hook rose relentlessly
Agnes began to bend forward in reaction to her arms being lifted, bend forward
over the carefully placed padded bar. Greta kept hoisting the chain until
Agnes was bent over horizontally, her arms high behind her and her heavy
pendulous breasts hanging and swinging freely below her.
'Like?'
Agnes had difficulty in answering in the position she was forced to adopt but
managed to gasp 'Yes, yes Miss, I like it, thank you for hurting me.'
'Good! I see you know your place.'
'Of course I do Miss, I want you to hurt me and make me beg for more.'
'You will, you will. Now keep still while I fix this.' Greta held up a
contraption of leather straps in front of Agnes face. She shook it mockingly
and then began to fasten the straps around her head, under her chin and around
her neck. Smiling as she saw Agnes staring wide eyed she pulled the straps
tighter.
Agnes began gasping as she looked up and tried to speak but the strap under her
chin made it difficult. 'What are you doing? I can hardly breathe!'
'Nonsense, just lower your head and you'll be fine.' Greta ruffled Agnes' hair
in a friendly fashion.
Agnes lowered her head and found that she could indeed breathe more easily even
though speaking was still difficult.
'Now, just one more thing and then I'll play with you.' Greta moved behind
Agnes and fastened a thin chain to a convenient loop fixed to the top of the
head harness. Stretching upward she carefully threaded it over a pulley and
brought the other end down to the steel bar between the outstretched legs.
'Lift your head up, my dear, nice and high!'
'But, but I can't...'
'Shut up and do it, now!' Agnes stopped trying to speak and raise her heed as
far as she could. Satisfied with her efforts, Greta then fastened the lower
end of the chain to the steel spreader bar. 'There you are, all done!'
'But, please, I can't breathe!' Agnes was going red in the face. 'I can't
breathe properly!'
'Like I said, nonsense, all nonsense. Just stand on tip toe and you will find
that you can lower your head. No problem you see, just try it!'
Agnes listened and tried standing on tip toe, her bare feet arched against the
floor, her toes struggling to get a grip as she forced her bare heels higher.
As she did so she found that she could indeed lower her head sufficiently to
enable to breathe with no problems. 'Ahhhhh, yes, that's better. Are you
going to adjust the chain a little for me, please.' Even as she spoke Agnes
knew that this was a vain hope.
'No, I'm not. Just stand on tip toe and you'll have no problems. Stand flat
and you'll struggle, so the choice is easy, the choice is yours.' Greta
slapped the firm bare ass. 'Enjoy!'
Agnes tried to adjust her position to find a reasonable compromise but the
final choice was inevitable, stand on tip toe, bare feet painfully arched, toes
aching to grip the floor, and breathe.
'Now, how does that feel, let me know in an hour, or two, unless I decide to
cane your bare soles a few times to make it more interesting.'
'You wouldn't?' Agnes gasped. 'Would you?'
'Yes! I would.' Greta bent down and picked up a thin flexible cane and began
flicking it against the smooth exposed soles as the bare feet strained upwards.
She knew full well that the only way Agnes would get any relief was to lower
her feet, but then she would struggle to breathe. She knew that she would
enjoy the next few minutes as she punished the soft soles in between Agnes'
painful gasping.
Satisfied with her efforts, and satisfied in seeing the sheen of sweat over
Agnes' body she stood up. 'Now for the main course. Your lovely tits!'
Agnes stood higher on her arched feet and gasped. 'Please hurt my tits, whip
my tits, please hurt them,'
'Oh I will, I will. Let me fix these first.' Greta picked up an handful of
strong elastic bands and, carefully stretching each one, began slipping them,
one at a time, over each hanging, sagging heavy breast. As each one was put
into place, the base of each tit was compressed more until Agnes was bending
over with two melon shaped globes hanging down, the areolae engorged and even
her small nipple buds beginning to swell slightly. After fixing the final band
in place Greta began slapping each tit, each swollen breast, in turn, making
them sway and jiggle. Making them glow redder over the dull purplish shade
that each compressed globe had begun to develop.
'You like?' Greta continued slapping each hanging tit. 'You like?'
'Agnes still alternating between gasping for breath ands standing on tip toe,
gasped. ''Yes, harder, harder, harder. I love it! I love it when you hurt my
tits!'
'Well, you did ask!' Greta increased the ferocity of her blows and concentrated
on the ultra sensitive areolae.
'Oh my god, so wonderful so good. Hurt me hurt me.' Agnes began screaming her
pleasure.
Greta paused and picked up a bottle of baby oil. Pouring a small amount into
her hands she began to rub the warm liquid into each of the swollen tits,
coating them until they gleamed in the light. Rubbing more oil into each tit
Greta continued her rubbing until Agnes began to gasp with pleasure.
'Something a problem, my dear?'
'No, no,. I just like that. Don't stop yet.'
'I don't intend to my sweetest. See how you like this.' Greta changed her
stance and, using two hands, began to tease and pull each tit downwards in a
motion that could only be likened to milking. Agnes moaned with pleasure,
luxuriating in the feeling of her smooth tits slipping through the grasping
hands. Grasping hands that pulled each tit to an exquisite point. 'Like it?
Shall I pull them harder for you?'
'Yes please Miss, pull my tits, pull them, milk them, hurt them please!'
'Oh, I haven't finished d yet, my dear.' Greta sniffed. ' I do believe you
are leaking! Let me have a look'
Greta moved around and knelt behind the bent sweating body. As she looked
between the outstretched legs she could see the strands of sticky juice slowly
descending from the engorged and smoothly trimmed labia. 'My dear, your cunt,
your cunt! It's so wet, like a dripping sponge. It's making a mess on my
floor.'
'Sorry Miss, sorry! Agnes gasped as he pain in her tits competed with the pain
in her extravagantly arched feet.
'I'll have to punish you some more you know.' Greta smiled as she swung her
hand and delivered a hard slap against the tautly stretched ass. She looked in
pride at the red hand print which rapidly developed. 'More?'
'Yes, yes, yes. Keep on hitting me, make my ass hurt and burn. You've already
made my tits hurt and my feet are aching so much. Make me feel pain all over,
please. I need to feel the pain, now. Now!' Agnes was beginning to lose
control as she felt the pleasurable glow spread from her tits to her wet cunt.
From her arched bare feet up her legs to her wet cunt. The pain from her
slapped ass spread to her wet cunt. Agnes knew she was getting hearer to a
climax, she knew from the way that all of the pain, all of the pleasure pain,
was focusing on her wet cunt. Slowly, remorselessly, her wet cunt was becoming
the center of her universe. Her cunt. Her wet cunt. Her dripping, soaking
wet cunt. Her cunt! Desperate to cum.
Please by the reaction she was getting Greta kept slapping the quivering cheeks
as hard as she could, and delivering occasional blows to the reddened hanging
tits. Slapping and smiling as the arched feet settled on the floor for blessed
relief. Smiling as the bare feet stretched back on to the straining toes.
'Soon, please, soon!' Agnes was beginning to beg for the release that she now
desperately needed, as the pain from all over her body centered more and more
on her now continually dripping cunt. Her richly flowing juices had always
been a source of pride to her, and now they were again a source of pleasure as
she felt the warm sticky fluids slowly trickle down the inside of each
straining, aching thigh.
Greta continued alternating her blows, keeping the tits swinging before she
bent down and looked between the straining quivering thighs. Smiling to
herself she saw, between the rich strands of cunt fluids, of cunt juice, that
the proud clitoral bud had hardened and extended out of its soft protective
sheath. Sticking out and wet, glazed in the rich flow from the engorged cunt.
'Soon, my dear, soon.' Greta knelt down and picked up the cane once more and
began lashing the exposed soles, at the aching straining bare feet. Satisfied
with the almost continual groans and pleas for relief she threw the cane down
and moved her hand up between the glistening thighs.
And waited.
'Please, let me cum, please!' Agnes made desperate attempts to wriggle, to try
and stimulate the sopping flesh but the relentless spread of steel at her
ankles prevented her getting any relief.
Greta waited, looking at the straining bulging clitoris.
'Please! Pleeeeassseeeeeeeee!'
Taking pity on her wailing, begging friend, Greta reached up and taking care to
choose her target precisely, she touched the reddened rigid bud with her
forefinger. Touched the sensitive, incredibly sensitive, clitoral head.
Gently!
And then, with a vicious smile, she slowly scraped her nails along and around
the engorged bud.
'Ohmigod, ohmigod! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Yessssssss!
Gretaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!' Released at last Agnes screamed her
pleasure, screamed her friends name.
'You like?' The scratching, the tormenting, continued.
'Gretaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!'
Pleased with her efforts Greta finally stood up and stroked the throbbing tits
before she bent down and ;looked in Agnes' staring eyes. 'Enough?'
'Yes, yesssssssssssssssssss!'
Greta let Agnes remain bending, feet arched and body burning before she finally
took pity and began to remove the elastic bands from around the tits, smiling
as Agnes screamed with the pain of the returning blood flow.
Finally, head freed and feet firmly on the ground Greta released the steel bar
and helped Agnes to stand unsteadily, her sore and tormented bare feet flat on
the soothing cold floor..
Greta grimaced as she looked at the sweat streaked body, the sticky stains
running down the thighs. 'I think you'll need a shower my dear. If you need
any help do let me know'
Agnes gasped her gratitude and hugged her friend. 'Please! Please give a
gentle shower and finish my pleasure for me.'
'Let's go then,' Greta hugged her naked friend, pulling her close and kissing
her before she continued, 'and once we're dressed again we can make some
detailed plans for our first netcast!'
End of Part 44
(c) 2003 Cathy P
If you enjoyed this story then feel free to make, and keep, a copy. If you
didn't enjoy it I'd love to know why, and how I could improve it. If you wish
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Any suggestions for future stories involving Karen would be welcomed.
