Epilogue
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It's been six months since Cindy, Samantha and I escaped from the Judge and Joan.
I'm still with this terrible clit hood.
I stayed in Joan's house long enough to reopen my apart-maned. I am not sure why,
but I appropriated some of the "toys" as I moved back to my place. But even after
leaving Joan, I still had that fatal hood over my clit. Oh boy, nobody can imagine how
horny I was! It was hell! I was a walking sex-pot, always having a burning desire
between my legs. But Joan's invention worked all too good. I could masturbate as
desperately as I wanted to, the feelings in my pussy were too weak to come over the
edge. And men were out of discussion. I wouldn't take the risk of accidentally having
to take up a cock or a finger in my pussy while this painful guard resided in it. But not
for long, I was starving for a fuck, dreaming all the time about a real man taking me
in my oh so hungry pussy. Of course, I immediately tried to remove the clit hood that
so fatally prevented me from sex. But Joan refused to tell me how it would work, and
the doctor I finally consulted did not found it out. He was doing one painful test after
the other, but the hood stayed where it was.
Everytime a new unbearable itch of desire pained my hungry pussy, I cursed Joan.
And this was many times a day. Even I were no more her prisoner, she still was
punishing me. My victory had only been a half one. Facing a life-time celibacy, I
considered in earnest a voluntary return to Joan. Better doing the full time of my
devilish sentence in her paws and being free afterwards than to suffer the same fate
for the rest of my life, I thought.
Cindy and Samantha came to dinner a couple of times and from the beginning I was
suspicious about Cindy. I did notice that the formerly humble Samantha had taken
on a new, dominant role. She told Cindy what to do and when to do it. I finally got my
answers when Cindy turned up alone one night.
She had a small overnight case with her and asked in tiny voice, "My mistress is
away. Will you take care of me?"
I was only mildly surprised that she still wore seamed stockings and the high pumps
that the Judge had put on her. To see her pubic rings locked together again, how-
ever, made me question her once she was comfortable and sipping tea in the living
room.
"I guess it started when I wanted to go back to hooking. Samantha got mad and said
we had a chance to make it on our own and we should take it. I used to make all the
decisions and so it was strange to see her put her foot down. We got into a fight and
somehow she got a pair of handcuffs on me. Well, she decided to cure me with the
lock. You can't be successful in our business with a locked cunt."
Cindy went on to tell me that she had become Samantha's slave in a gentle sense.
Samantha insisted that Cindy wear nothing at home and refrain from touching her-
self. I was intrigued and horny.
"So, you have to obey every order?"
She nodded and I took her to the bedroom. I told her to finish the task she had be-
gun in the judge's house. It was heaven! Cindy's talented and enduring tongue on
my nipples and my pussy lips finally brought me to the long-missed orgasm. I
shrieked loudly and tossed myself in my bed for minutes. After recovering I cried
from relief. I was so happy to have extinguished the fire that had burned in my loins
so demandingly. It had been a so long time since I had received caring attention and
it was quite overwhelming, to say the least. I made her spend one night in the bond-
age rig that Joan had made me endure every night and afterward Cindy agreed that
she couldn't take much of that. She did show a lot more respect to me, however.
We were both sorry to see the weekend come to an end but all of us have had a lot
of fun since. Of course, Samantha was part of the good times. I was so glad to feel
sexual satisfaction again and was happy not having to give in to Joan. But, finally,
Joan had anyway achieved what I supect her to have had always in mind: I had been
transformed from a straight girl into a lesbian. A lesbian, which is dreaming all nights
of men...
