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CHAPTER FOUR

Over the next few weeks, Kelli had Barbara repeat her submissive scene many times. She especially loved it when Barbara's new sexual awakening made her cry out and beg for a hard hairbrush spanking first, and then a severe whipping!

"Harder, Kelli, harder!" Barbara would moan as Kelli's palm slapped her globes with abandon.

"Spank me harder!!"

"Whip me!!"

"Please?"

The entreaty was moaned in agony more than once by the older woman.

And Kelli gladly obliged.

"Oh, hurt me Mistress Kelli," Barbara Rush finally shouted one night as Kelli was whipping her buttocks. She had fallen into that deep submissive state that only those whose overwhelming need to serve, seem to get to.

Later, she would wonder how she had got there.

Was she born this way?

Or, was it the abuse suffered over the years at the hand of her husband Craig?

Barbara never would find the answer she sought.

She just knew what she was, and what she needed from this gorgeous young creature who knew how to draw the deepest orgasms she had ever experienced in her life.

Her body became a tool for Kelli's lust driven passions.

Kelli was day dreaming, during an office staff meeting, about her last rendezvous with Barbara when she heard the broker calling her name.

He wanted a status report on all her listings and wanted to congratulate her on getting the increased commission on the Rush's home.

Kelli dutifully acknowledged the broker's praise, and more than one pair of jealous eyes darted into her as several other agents squirmed when it came their time to report.

Kelli Stroud still was not making friends at the office but what did she care. She had money, a ton of business, her secretary's lesbian love, and Barbara Rush as her lesbian sex slave.

She was in seventh heaven.

She was getting such satisfaction from fulfilling Barbara's needs that she had not paid too much attention to Laura.

She didn't know that even though Laura was young, she was as conniving as Kelli. She began to follow her around in the evening, coming to the Rush home after Kelli, and listening to the sounds of passion coming from the bedroom windows.

And the harsher sounds of leather striking naked flesh.

As Laura stood outside the window, she took several photographs of the lesbian sex slave scene, and was especially careful to make sure both Barbara's face and Kelli's were prominent.

It wasn't difficult to make out either of the woman's faces.

On this particular night, Barbara Rush was tied with her hands above her head, attached to a hook in the ceiling, as Kelli, in thigh high leather boots and nothing else, wielded a long bullwhip which curled around the agonized woman's breasts. Laura quickly stole away from the house as the screams of the whipped woman echoed in her ears.

Laura arrived early at the office the following day, and caught Kelli coming through the door.

"Uh, Kelli, do you have a minute?"

"No, Laura, I have appointments back to back this morning and I've got to get ready for them."

"Uh, Kelli, I really need to talk to you." Laura continued.

"Not now, Laura," Kelli answered with just a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Kelli continued towards her desk, with Laura right behind her. Bringing her hand out from behind her back, Laura tossed the Polaroid shots she had taken the night before onto Kelli's desk.

"I said, I needed to talk with you."

Kelli took just a micro second to regain her composure. There was no mistaking the subjects in the photos, nor the activities being performed.

"So?" she coolly answered.

"I think that you and I need to have a long talk Kelli. You know that Rick and I are breaking up, and well, I need to have some security. How about I forget I've got these photos and you give me half of all you commissions from now on."

Kelli was not about to give in to this extortion, and thought quickly.

"Tell you what Laura, why don't we get together tonight and discuss it further. I really don't have time for your shit right now." She hoped her brisk attitude would put Laura in her place.

"Well, okay, if you absolutely have to," she replied.

"I do. Tell you what, why don't you come over to my place tonight, say around eight o'clock? We haven't been together for awhile anyway, and oh Laura, I just don't know what to say," Kelli said, feigning that she was insecure about this.

On the contrary, Kelli would just have to deal with Laura like she dealt with everyone else in the world. Cold. Strict. No mercy. She was not about to let this little snip of a girl get ANY advantage over her.

"Okay Laura? At eight?" Kelli asked.

"Okay Kelli, see you then," the young secretary smiled as she walked back to her desk. She thought she had Kelli Stroud just where she wanted her.

After Laura had returned to her desk, Kelli made a quick series of phone calls, and returned to her work. She had too many appointments to finish them in time to prepare for Laura's visit. And, the phone calls she just made, would make her work day even shorter.

She ate a quick lunch at the Keg Barn Deli, wolfing down her pasta salad as she spent a few minutes planning the rest of the evening.

After two more drive by appraisals, one showing in south San Carmel, and a quick stop at the printer to drop off some advertising, Kelli turned into her driveway, tired, yet a sense of exhilaration filling her as she went into the house.

"A nice relaxing bath ought to perk me up," she said to herself as she drew the bath water.

She took her time scrubbing herself, then let the waters course around her tired flesh, as she took a catnap.

The doorbell chimed just as she finished toweling herself, and slipped on a sexy camisole.

"Hello Barbara," Kelli smiled as she greeted the woman, swinging her oak front door open wide. "Glad you are on time."

Barbara Rush wondered why Kelli had been so insistent on her arriving at seven o'clock. She usually didn't request her presence until eight.

As Kelli quickly bound her wrists behind her as was now the accepted practice immediately when Barbara arrived. The woman knelt in front of her, and after having her wrists securely tied, obediently placed the required ten kisses of 'hello' on the tops of Kelli's bare feet, thighs and vagina.

As always, Barbara Rush was captivated by the delicate curve of Kelli's instep as she bent in submission, her lips lightly touching the delicate flesh.

As she finished kissing the girl's feet, she worked her mouth up the ivory pillars of Kelli's thighs, and groaned in need after finishing the soft placement of those welcoming kisses, and moved her mouth to say 'hello' to her mistress's vagina.

This ritual rite of submission excited the older woman beyond belief.

After the required rite was completed, Kelli helped Barbara to her feet and guided her by her bound arms up the stairs to the bedroom. Seating her on the edge of the king sized bed, she removed the woman's shoes, nylons, skirt and started to unbutton her blouse.

"I don't want to ruin this nice blouse Barbara, so I'm going to untie your wrists for a moment and take it off."

"Yes Kelli."

"Don't move."

"Yes Kelli," her voice simmered with barely checked passion.

Quickly she untied the older woman's wrists and removed her blouse. Barbara was not wearing a bra and Kelli paused for just a moment to kiss her nipples, bringing them quickly to hardness.

Barbara Rush didn't move, even though the instant pleasure Kelli's lips brought, made her want to squirm and thrust her breasts all the way in to the pretty mouth.

"I think you'll need more stringent restraint tonight darling, so I'm going to handcuff you. Arms behind your back please," her voice was low and seductive.

Submissively, Barbara complied.

Click. Click. The handcuffs ratcheted home, and Barbara tested their tightness moving her wrists slightly.

Kelli stood Barbara up and walked her over to the large walk-in closet, opened the door and roughly shoved her inside.

Taking a length of adhesive tape, she cut a strip and placed it over the woman's lips, sealing off any sounds of protest. She took several short lengths of rope and tied the woman's ankles and thighs together, then placed a leather leash around her neck, buckling it snugly.

Taking another length of rope, Kelli wound it through a ring in the leash and affixed the other end to the bar running the length of the closet. Barbara Rush was tightly bound, and wondered what was to come next.

Kelli produced a leather discipline helmet and pulled it over the woman's head. Barbara could smell the leather, and her pussy lubricated again. Kelli finished buckling the various straps and zipped the mouth opening closed.

Barbara Rush was cocooned in a world of leather, shutting out sight and sound.

"I'll see you in a little while, darling," Kelli said as she shut off the light and started to close the door.

"Oh, almost forgot," she added, matter-of-factly, rummaging through her bondage devices.

Picking up a ten inch vibrating dildo, she pushed it into Barbara's juicing pussy, and secured it tightly with a leather belt. Turning the knob to high speed, Kelli closed the door.

"Enjoy your bondage darling, I'll be back in a little while."

Barbara's knees started to buckle at the immediate intense pleasure creeping into her pussy as the dildo did its work. She was powerless to do anything but stand in her rigorous position and let her pussy spasm in wave after wave of sensuous feelings.

Kelli went back down the steps smiling to herself.

"That ought to keep her for awhile. Boy, for an old broad, she sure got into this scene fast!"

"That traitorous little cunt ought to be here soon," her thoughts continued, as she turned down the lights.

"Blackmail me, will she!" her anger started rising again, as she heard a knock at the back door.

It was seven thirty.

"He's right on time," she thought as she opened the door.

"Hi baby! I was sure glad to hear from you, is she here yet?" Craig Rush's eyes gleamed as he walked into the kitchen, his voice tinged with his barely concealed excitement.

"She's upstairs right now," Kelli replied.

"She's rather preoccupied at the moment if you get my drift, but don't worry Craig, this'll be a night you'll long remember."

Kelli had called Craig earlier in the day and told him he needed to meet with her about the sale of their house. When they met, Kelli reminded him that for not fighting the increased commission, she would give him an experience that he would never forget.

She knew he was into B amp;D from the magazines she had seen in his night stand when she first inspected the house to list it.

Craig was more than happy to pay an increased fee if he could for once participate in the scene his wife had always refused to try.

This was one of the reasons for their divorce.

When he heard Kelli's plan, and found out it included Barbara, he would have agreed to paying twenty percent! Kelli didn't push her luck though. She did enjoy the sex scenes as much as she enjoyed making money, so this would be the best of all worlds.

"Go into the living room and make yourself comfortable Craig," Kelli said.

"Just find a chair in the corner, where the light is not too bright. You're going to love the first part of this."

"The other girl should be here at eight, and I'll start with her. Then, we'll get them both going," she smiled as the man settled himself in an over-stuffed chair.

"Care for a drink?" she asked him as he got comfortable. "I've just restocked the bar, so you name it, I'll fix it."

"Scotch and water would be great Kelli."

"Coming up!"

After Kelli had made Craig the drink, she sipped a small shot of brandy, as it mellowed her out much better than good grass ever did.

She was not a heavy drinker by any measure, and dope just was not her thing. Too many crazies doing it, was Kelli's overriding reason, so she just stuck with the legal stuff.

As Craig relaxed to await the next participant, Kelli went into the kitchen and brought back a bag of long grain rice. She spread a handful around the foyer, and swept it into a small square. It blended almost perfectly with the light Italian marble flooring.

Smiling, she went into the living room and sat on the couch, anticipating the evening to come.

"What was that all about?" Craig asked with a bewildered look.

"You'll see," Kelli smiled. "It's a little surprise I've prepared for my guest."

That little bitch! her thoughts went unspoken.

"Come on in Laura," Kelli smiled at the young girl as she stepped into the foyer.

She was dressed in her sexiest miniskirt, and a revealing halter top. Always the sexpot, Laura Conway wore the stiletto ankle strapped heels that showed her young legs off to the maximum. She looked the perfect picture of everybody's high school sweetheart.

The young girl was very, very sexy, no doubt about it.

Laura almost lost her balance as she stepped on the rice, and Kelli's arm shot out to grab her.

"Wha…" she started to say, choking on her words.

"Are you all right Laura?" Kelli feigned surprise.

"That damn maid of mine can be so sloppy. She must have spilled something when she did the shopping today."

"Yeah, I'm okay. Ready to talk turkey Kelli?" she said with the certainty of someone who was in control.

"You bet I am Laura." Kelli replied.

And quicker than Laura could respond, Kelli had the young secretary's arm in a hammerlock and was viciously twisting it behind the protesting girl's back.

"Blackmail ME? You little CUNT!"

Her free hand shot out and delivered a resounding slap to Laura's face.

"Just who in the hell do you think you are young lady?"

"I got you the job at The Henry Company."

"I worked with you!"

"I even took you under my wing when you had your marital problems!"

"I even made love to you!"

"You undeserving little bitch!!"

And two more slaps hit the girl's face, knocking her to her knees on the rice.

Her soft bare knees bit into the rice, and she grimaced in pain.

Kelli took the girl's other arm and put that in a hammerlock also. She looked like she had chicken wings behind her back as Kelli pulled her wrists together up towards her neck.

"Owww! Kelli! What are you doing?"

"Shut up cunt!" Kelli's voice barely concealed her seething anger.

Taking a pair of handcuffs from the entrance table, Kelli quickly cuffed the girl's wrists up and behind her.

It was impossible for Laura to lower them to a natural position. As she squirmed on the rice, Kelli told her to knee walk on it and not to stop until she told her to.

Laura, totally taken by surprise at this turn of events, didn't dare do anything but that, and painfully moved herself around on the rice, her knees shuffling slowly over the hard grains.

"Well, my little cunt. I've got special plans for you. Blackmail is just not in the cards baby, and I hope that you will learn this after I'm done with you tonight."

"We're going to have ourselves a little party," she added as an afterthought.

"W… we?" the young girl asked.

"Yes. Since your marriage has turned so sour, and I apparently are the only source of sexual stimulation that you are now getting, I thought that perhaps you missed being fucked by a man. I've got just the thing for you Laura dear," Kelli intoned.

"Hey, Craig, come over and look at this!" Kelli shouted into the living room.

Craig Rush had already seen Kelli's handling of the bound girl as she came in to the house, and his prick was already hard.

He was instantly aroused when Kelli slapped the pretty girl's face, and had unzipped his trouser fly. His throbbing meat hung lewdly out of his pants as he walked into the foyer.

"Fuck the cunt's mouth, Craig." Kelli said without a hint of feeling in her voice.

"Jesus! Gladly," came Craig's reply, his passion ignited like a rocket.

He walked in front of Laura and pulled her hair roughly as he pushed his thick meat into her mouth. Laura had no chance to protest as her mouth was quickly filled.

"Suck my cock, bitch. Lick it. Now!" the turned on man commanded.

Laura gulped his cock down, and started moving her tongue all over it, sucking, licking.

"Make me cum bitch!" Craig leered.

He started thrusting his meat in and out of her suctioning lips as his hips pistoned against her head.

Laura's jaw was already aching, but she didn't dare stop, she was so scared of what was happening to her.

He placed his hands on the back of her head, and his fingers moved in her blonde locks as he rocked it back and forth on his huge prick. She didn't even notice more and more of the huge gristle disappearing into he mouth.

The sides of Laura's mouth felt like they were being ripped apart, but she soon had his entire cock deep into her throat.

"Eat it bitch, eat it good," Craig's breathing was becoming shallower now.

As he continued, his hands slid down the back of the young girl's halter and with a savage motion he ripped it off.

He tore the tail of the flimsy garment out of her miniskirt and tossed the ruined material aside. She could feel the silky skin of his glans siding back and forth in her mouth as he grabbed the waistline of her miniskirt.

Realizing what he was about to do with the rest of her clothing, Laura tried to shout, but it was difficult with nine inches of cock imbedded in her mouth.

Craig got the message though as he removed his cock, and grabbed her miniskirt in both hands to quickly pull it down to her knees.

Taking one knee at a time, he lifted the skirt the rest of the way down, and drew it off her feet. Her mouth was quickly returned to his cock and she kept sucking him hardly missing a beat.

"Oh yeah, baby, you're good. Real good!" he hissed.

His chest was heaving uncontrollably now, and Laura knew he was about to cum. His hips pumped faster and faster, and she prepared herself for the eruption she knew was soon coming.

"Let's see how much of my cum you can take, cunt," his passions rising ever higher.

Laura's mouth was sucking furiously now, her head held tightly on his meat.

After several more deep thrusts into the sweet mouth, Craig starting spurting his hot sticky cum into Laura's throat. He came with such a force that she was not prepared for it.

Craig's cock exploded in rapid fire action and before she could compensate for it, cum was running out the sides of Laura's mouth and down her chin, so much of it that she would not have known his dick was in her mouth.

He laughed, and the poor girl realized it must have been just a joke to him. He knew the force of his orgasms and probably knew what was going happen when he shot his load. He enjoyed the erotic sight before him. A beautiful young girl, now naked, on her knees, her wrists bound behind her, his cum all over her face.

Finally, he pulled his still hard cock from her mouth, and with it spilled out the load of cream that she had not yet been able to swallow but which was still in her mouth.

Laura knew she had swallowed a huge load of his cum, yet she swore that she hadn't gotten a single drop. There was enough on her face and down her breasts to have made up two normal loads.

"That's it bitch, swallow it. Swallow all of it."

Cum drooled from the girl's mouth as Craig inserted his thick meat once again into Laura's face and fully emptied the rest of his first load of the night. His tool seemed to supply a never ending fountain of cum. God, he thought, this was going to be good!

Kelli observed the initial use of Laura with amusement as she walked close to her.

"Lick his cock clean, bitch," she hissed into the girl's ear.

"I don't want to see a single drop of cum anywhere on him," she coolly continued as Laura immediately went to work licking the last few drops of Craig's cum from his spread thighs.

"You missed a spot," Kelli said, pointing to the tiled floor where a small puddle of Craig's cum mingled with the grains of rice.

"Lick it up – NOW!"

She pushed the hapless girl's face to the floor and ground her lips into the sticky mess of cum and rice, forcing her to lick it all.

"Now swallow it," Kelli commanded.

Laura heard all this from a voice that sounded far away, but she knew it wasn't a dream. She was caught. She had tried to blackmail her boss, and now the tables were turned. This development was totally unexpected.

After Craig had finished with her, both he and Kelli took one of the girl's arms and led her up the stairs into the bedroom. They pushed her onto the bed and walked over to the closet.

"Well Craig, here she is!" Kelli said as she swung open the closet door.

Craig's cock got immediately hard once more at the sight of his bound and gagged wife, squirming in bondage with what appeared to be a buzzing vibrator in her pussy. It was a sight he had always wanted to behold, and now he was rewarded.

"Well, well, well," he mockingly smiled at his captive wife.

"Time to pay the piper darling."

Barbara could only hear muffled sounds as the leather discipline helmet completely encased her head tighter as she perspired in the stifling closet. She thought she heard a man's voice but couldn't be sure.

Her body was convulsing for the hundredth time it seemed, in another crashing orgasm on the thick dildo held firmly in her pussy.

She felt hands on her naked flesh as her bonds were loosened from the overhead bar and her arms were brought down to her sides. Her elbows were quickly tied together behind her back and she winced in pain as the knots were secured.

Of course, whoever was doing this to her could not see her grimace of pain, and they just kept pulling the ropes tighter until her elbows touched. She looked very sexy like that, and Craig almost came again, right then and there.