Surprise Reversal

[gagged_Louise]

Louise bent forward, her hands still pinned into the arm binder, and took the straw in. She sucked thirstily, her throat and mouth had got parched after having sucked off her husband's shetahed cock, and she was in need of more water anyway. Buit she tried not to get carried waway, sensing that long hours lay ahead still she did not want to seem greedy or give in to the feeling.
She could hear how Doug, too, gratefully accepted this relief. But wearing the felinet hood and ordered not to look at him, Louise vould not really see and nor did she know what would be Liz' next move. Under th hood, she felt hot and sweaty, but she stood rigid with legs spread and looking down.

[DungeonMaster6]

Having been allowed to relieve himself, doug was once again reminded of his status when Ms. Cockrill replaced the needled pouch around his privates. And when She tapped him with that crop, the pain was instantly renewed, making him wince instinctively.

As he was led back to join louise, he wondered what this vixen had planned further. With all the toys in this dungeon, the slave was sure Ms. Cockrill was far from through torturing them.

At least the real estate lady turned Domme had a sense of decency about her, when She offered them something to drink.

But what was next?

[lizeskimo]

Liz waited patiently as the couple finished their drinks, each making a loud slurping sound as the last few drops were sucked from the botton of the glasses.

"Now that everyone is refreshed, we can start your punishment. Louise looked more than a little shocked at these words, but simply mumbled "Yes Ms. Cockrill, i suppose it is time, but please don't be harsh, i've already suffered today"
Liz gave louise a hard stare and louise dropped her eyes to the floor. "Well you should have thought about that before you decided to pleasure yourself without permission. No one to blame but yourself."

Liz caught a little smile escape from the side of doug's mouth."You find this amusing hmm?" She flicked doug's pouch hard with her forefinger, his face instantly turned bright red and he almost fell over with the pain. "No Ms. Cockrill, i'm sorry" he hissed through the pain in his testicle. "So you should be, but as you seem to find the situation funny, I shall let you choose your wife's punishment"

After a little search of a couple of the cellar's cupboards Liz found what she was looking for. She opened what seemed to be an ordinary deck of playing cards apart from the colour. One half was red and the other blue.
She laid all fifty two carefully side by side on the bench that louise had previously beeen fastened to, then motioned the Gilmores to have a look.

Doug and louise took a little while look through all the cards. Instead of the normal spades,diamonds, hearts and clubs, there were photos of both a man and a women depicting various inventive bongage positions and different means of punishment.

Louise wondered if the middle aged looking people in the pictures could be the Roachfortes, the people they were buying the house from. She secretly hoped they were.

"As you can see, there are lots of ways you can be punished louise, and your dear husband here is going to decide your fate."

Liz scooped up all the cards, shuffled them over and over. With a bit of a flourish fanned them out and presented them to doug.

"Pick two card please mr. Gilmore, one of each colour" Doug rattled his cuffs and looked pleadingly at Liz. "My hands are still bound Ms. Cockrill" "Don't be foolish man, that's what your teeth are for. Some people have no imagination!"

Doug carefully extracted one blue card from the middle of the deck and one red from the end, gently placing each one on Liz's palm. "Very good doug, see what you can do when you try" Liz emphasised the point, patting him on the head. Doug felt a little humiliated at this treatment and could feel himself blush when a flash of memory from his old subbie days suddenly came back.

Louise was still looking down towards the floor, the top of her hood glistening in the dull light of the cellar. "My, she is being a good subbie, almost a shame that she has to be punished" " Liz thought to herself.

Each card was slowly turned over. The first one showed a woman dressed totally in black latex apart from her feet. She was tied to a low bench with her legs and feet strapped to a vertical post at the end of the bench.

The second card showed a slightly overweight man wearing a businesslike pinstriped suit, again in latex. In his hand a very small whip, that only looked to be about only eight inches long, including the little handle.

"You may look at your punishment now louise" Liz said at last. You too doug, seeing as you chose it."

[gagged_Louise]

Louise looked over at the cards, leaning forward as her arms were still held in. At first she didn't get the point..latex, okay, but.I'm already wearing a hood am I not? Then it registered, all body clad in latex - the only part that would be bare and open, and could be spanked, was the feet. So she would have her soles whipped? And by..him, or by- Ms Cockrill? She decided it was probably Liz who would administer the punishment.

Louise felt slightly ill at ease about it, although still ina haze she felt scared. She had heard about this kind of foot torture but had never been through it, and knew it could be quite painful. She had friends whose relatives had been in Brazil and Arhgetine during the junta years, and a few of those had suffered heinous police torture, even rape. While Ms Cockrill was no police bully, Louise recalled how a friend's cousin had told her of being spanked on her soles and legs with a hammer, and then whipped on her pussy. It had felt heinous, she’d said, and though the soles feel hardy enough when you’re walking around, Louise could see it would have worked, given how ticklish most of us get.

For now, she felt entranced by liz, and the humiliating side of th punishment she was to receive for cumming without being tol to – and in front of her husband! – turned her on too. She nodded, “I see, Ms Cockrill, I am to wear a corset and latex tights then, as well?”

“So you will, slave”

She nodded toward another bench a bit further away, and Louise walked sedately over and sat down on it, her back erect and slightly beaded by sweat.

[DungeonMaster6]

With just a flick of her finger, Ms. Cockrill demonstrated Her displeasure for him finding the card game amusing, and once again slave doug responded painfully and remorsefully.

His beloved louise was about to get punished, but he did admit that she deserved it. He would never have allowed slave louise to cum without permission! And he also found it fitting that he got to choose her punishment.

"Corset and latex tights?" The only reason doug didn't laugh again was the fear of another flick to his pouch.

[lizeskimo]

Liz had a feeling that louise was feeling qute nervous at the prospect of her feet being whipped. Doug looked positively excited, even though he was trying hard not to show it.

"Don't worry dear, it'll not be as bad as you think, you could have had a lot worse! Better get you dressed for the occasion, you too doug"

One of the huge cupboards lining the cellar wall revealed a massive wardrobe consisting of both male and female attire, some looking more restrictive than others. Some costumes seemed quite normal to look at, others quite outlandish in their design. All looked to be of very high quality and probably very expensive.

Liz ran her fingers through the neatly hung clothes and pulled out what looked like a large strait jacket but with no arms,only a large hole at the back, a long zipper and lots of straps and placed it on the bench the erect louise was sitting on.

A stiff boned corset was the next item of interest and a pair of thick strange looking tights with a full length zipper down the centre of each leg and several straps, each carefully placed next to louise.

"That's your costume sorted out for you louise, now your's doug.Hmmm, ah there it is, your wonderful suit" Liz said with a hint of excitement"

The black and white pinstripe suit, complete with shirt and tie hung neatly on a single hanger, light bouncing off it's shiny surface. "Well that's handy, all I need is somewhere to hang it. Doug, come here and open your mouth" Doug obeyed instantly.

Liz hooked the coathanger inside doug's mouth, pulling his head slightly forward with the weight. "Shut your mouth now please, there's a good boy. Now stay like that until your dear wife is dressed. Drop it and there will be consequences"

"Eth ith Cockrill" he mumbled sheepishly.

"When I'm done with your wife, I shall free you from most of your restraints and you can dress yourself. I'm sure you're more than capable, " Liz said a little sarcastically, knowing her words only added to his humiliation.

[DungeonMaster6]

Holding that heavy coathanger in his mouth doug felt silly, and Ms. Cockrill's verbal taunts were only adding to his humiliation. How could he have let this happen? Afterall, he was supposed to be the Dominant one here!

Furthermore, he had never whipped louise's feet before. In fact he had never really been into foot torture, but what the heck. He was willing to try out something new. Besides, if he didn't!...He thought about his still needled pouch.

Looking at the suit Ms. Cockrill had picked out for him made him wonder about the Roqueforts. They seemed to be a rather eccentric pair. He smiled to himself inwardly. The settlement could prove to be quite interesting.

[gagged_Louise]

Ms Cockrill nodded toward another bench a bit further away, and Louise walked offf and sat down on it, her back erect and slightly beaded by sweat. Her body trembled a bit from the exhaustion and tension of the last two hours. Somewhere in her soul she felt safe with Ms Cockrill around, but the next moment the pain and inner revulsion spurted through her depths.
Liz came unhurriedly over, the tights and the corset in her hands, and with a hlf-smile said “Right, stretch out your lovely legs, Louise”.

Louise obeyed without questions and the experienced Liz, who clearly knew this kind of gear, pulled the black tights on her, making them fit her strong sleek thighs. With a shiver of pleasure Louise felt them closing in; covering her flesh and hugging the back of her thighs and butt where the whip had hit. The stings seemed to creep back up and make themselves felt again, but the feeling of snug warmth was delicious. She felt the straps tightening , crossing close to her waist and holding the tights firmly over her hips and crotch, and encasing her privates. She looked over at Doug who was sitting still, eyeing her with what she felt was gleeful interest. Ms Cockrill gently turned her neck to keep her from looking that way.

She did not have to be told to keep her back straight and hold iin her stomach as Liz lifted the black corset, with a latex outside but real stiff bones on the inside that would mould her torso. “Give me your best, slave” the elder woman cooed to her, and soon she felt her skin groomed and held in by the luscious dark fabric, the lower half of her breasts covered in sheeny black. Louise drew breath and slowed as Liz moved her hands behind, pulling the laces and hooks tight to let it caress her skin.

[lizeskimo]

"It's almost a shame to cover that wonderful corset, but I have to adhere to the rules of the game as much as you do. Now stand up again please" Liz steadied louise as the sleeveless jacket was roughly put over her already tightly bound form.

Her armbinder poked out of the hole at the back, and when all the straps were buckled tightly, louise found that she couldn't move her arms away from her body and her waist felt like it was being crushed. The built in high stiff collar was the last thing to be buckled, effectively sealing her into the swarthe of latex. The only parts of louise's anatomy showing were her eyes, glossy lips and her dainty feet.

"Stay where you are while I prepare your stage, so to speak. No running away now" Liz sniggered and set about fitting the upright post which slotted into a square hole at the end of the padded bench louise was standing next to.

The bound couple could only stand and watch what Liz was doing. Doug managed a nervous smile from his coat-hangered mouth, resulting in a line of drool emitting from the corner, making a little pool on the floor.

Liz helped louise to lie on the bench and zipped up the leggings. Louise was slid along the bench and her legs raised up and parallel to the post. Broad straps were added to stop louise from sliding off or pulling away from the post. A final strap with a ball attached was tightened around louise's mouth, forcing it in deep, ensuring no sound or movemet of her head possible. With a few tightening adjustments louise was finally ready for her punishment.

"Excellent work even if I say so myself " Liz crowed, her face shimmering with a slight sheen from her exhersions.

The now sweating estate agent turned her attentions to the hapless doug, who was still drooling steadily onto the floor, the pool growing steadily bigger.

"You are such a sloppy person doug, I hope you're not like this at home. You can clean that up in a moment"

"Eth ith Ockrill",he manage to say looking like some weird hooked fish followed by even more drool.

"Ewww you are disgusting" Liz chided and flicked his pouch twice. Doug yelped, but didn't move away. "Very good slave, that has earned you a point or two. I'm sure you enjoy having your bits abused. Now there's an idea for later" she trailed off

The hanger was pulled out of his mouth, bringing a small sigh of relief from his sore lip. "Turn around so I can uncuff you so you can clean up and dress yourself in your beautiful suit. Any tricks and you will regret it. Do we understand each other?"

Yes Ms Cockrill, i promise. I'm sorry i made a mess of the floor, i didn't mean to"

"Yes, yes whatever slave"

The handcuffs were unlocked and dropped to the floor making a metallic clatter. Liz quickly stood back, half expecting doug to attack her, but grinned broadly when he just stood there shaking his arms vigourously and rolling his shoulders to get the feeling back into them after being unnaturally bound for so long. He could only imagine how his strictly bound wife was feeling as the blood rushed back into his limbs, but at the same time relieved it wasn't him in her position.

Liz waited a few moments for doug to compose himself then passed him a large roll of paper kithen towel and a bottle of disinfectant spray.

"Well go on then slave, on your knees and clear up your mess."You have five minutes, or else" She trailed off again.

[DungeonMaster6]

That flick to doug's pouch quickly negated any thoughts of rebellion, and after his wrists were gratefully freed, obediently cleaned the mess he'd left on the floor.

Seeing louise dressed and bound in the manner in which she was, left him with two thoughts: Excitement about the fact that his wife would get the punishment she deserved; and admiration at Ms. Cockrill's vivid imagination.

Donning that pinstriped suit made doug feel like one of Al Capone's guys. It felt real smooth against his naked flesh, and he had to take special care when he raised the zipper over his sensitive crotch.

When doug saw the Dominant woman pick up the riding crop, he knew that louise's punishment was soon to commence, but he also knew that Ms. Cockrill could just as easily use that on him as well.

[rrr]

Liz brushed her hand ever so slightly against dougs erection then sugested that he drop his pants.

Which he did then his shirt. he stood there fully erect and naked looking like a schol boy.

Liz smiled

[gagged_Louise]

(((OOC)))

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To be continued tomorrow.

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[gagged_Louise]

Her breasts held in by the corset and her black, swathed-in body bound to the bench, Louise struggled to breathe and felt sweat and the old friend anticipation running through her. She looked almost flat down into wood, moaning low into her ball gag as she waited. It was obvious Liz had seized the reins and Louise would not deny her the right to have her spanked, but the situation made her uneasy. She felt tired, too tired, she thought, to reason clearly. Listening to Liz' strictures on Doug she felt gleeful, the next moment a bit frightened and tried to turn her head to watch.

She glimpsed Doug getting in his pinstripe suit, it did make him look styleful and masculine but she wondered how he would be acting once he started spanking her feet. We're sure to have something to talk about tonight, she mused, I have to ask Ms Cockrill some day how she perceived us. Right now, the heaviness of her normally capable body made her strain and feel exposed for the next step.

[lizeskimo]

"My you do look dashing in your suit doug, you should really consider wearing latex more often. Oh, do be a dear and attach that manacle to your left ankle. I don't want you getting any ideas!"

Liz slid the riding crop down the side of her boot as a visible deterrant in case slave doug decided to try and grab her

Doug could have leapt at Liz at any moment, she was close enough, but somehow he knew he could trust her, so he placed the manacle around his ankle shutting it with a loud click.

"That makes me feel a lot better slave, now come over here and fetch the little whip with you.

Doug meekly presented Liz with the little whip then stepped back away from her. "Don't want to get hit accidently" he mused.

Liz ran the soft but firm strand of leather through her hand, is if she were warming it up. "You okay there louise, no cramping or anything? "oo ifff Ockizzl immf ine" "Jolly good show" Liz exclaimed in her refined English accent, which made doug smile slightly.

The estate agent walked around louise, her heels clicking on the hard floor, inspecting her bonds like she were inspecting a prospective house to put on the books and decided everything needed tightening one more notch, apart from her gag, that was tightened two notches.

"Now i'm satisfied all is well, we can start. Don't worry it wont be as bad as you think. Take it from someone who knows" Liz whispered into louise's hood, out of doug's earshot.

The soft leather tail of the whip fell gently across louise's feet and gently dragged across them. Liz watched for a reaction and immediately louise started to wiggle her toes, almost involuntarily.

"So you're ticklish, that's a good start. Did you know that doug?"

"Yes i did Ms. Cockrill, but she doesn't really enjoy being tickled very much so don't usually bother"

"Well what a pleasant start to her punishment then" Liz cooed and continued dragging the whip across the bottoms of her feet, gently weaving in and out of her toes.

Both Liz and doug watched as louise tried to squirm to get away from the torturous feeling, her body straining against the latex and the straps that held her so well. "Oo ith Ockilzz eath opp" louise tried to say.
"What's that slave?" Liz giggled "are you trying to say you like me tickling you?" "Ooo Ithrths oo" louise bubbled.

"Sounds like she's having fun to me Ms. Cockrill doug said off handedly.

"Who said you could speak" Liz snapped "Come here, bend over and touch your toes.

Doud obeyed and was rewarded with two hard swats with the riding crop across his ass. "Think yourself lucky it wasn't on your pouch. Now stay in that position and don't speak unless i say so. You may however look up to see what I'm doing to your lovely wife."

Again doug turned bright red with humiliation, but kept his mouth shut.

"Sorry louise dear for the interruption, some people have no manners"

Liz continued to gently torment louise's feet with the little whip for a few more minutes then stopped to check her famale slave was still all right. She could see that she was breathing heavily and assumed she was sweating hard within her latex prison.

"Okay sweetie, you have done well so far, but that was just a little warm up. Now to the second part of your punishment"

Ms .Cockrill flicked the whip across the sole of louise's left foot making a little snapping sound, her foot twisted immediately from the stinging. Liz smiled wryly then hit the right one in exactly the same place. This time she heard a little yelp come from the direction of louise's hood.

She took aim again, this time the leathery strand hit all of her toes. The helpless louise wiggled her toes furiously through the stinging pain, but concluded it wasn't as bad as she thought ti would be.

Flick after flick expertly hit louise's feet and toes, each stroke getting slightly harder than the last, but not hard enough to create welts or to break the skin.

Doug, still touching his toes, watched the whip hit his wife, half wishing it was him performing the punishment on his slave.

Coincidently, Liz suddenly stopped hitting louise, turned to doug and asked "So mr Dominant, would you like to finish your wife's punishment? After all she didn't ask your permission to pleasure herself earlier"

The whip was wedged between louise's feet, ready for doug to pick up.

"Go ahead doug you may whip or tickle your wife now. I'll sit here and watch you."

Ms. Cockrill sat back in the deep chair, taking the weight off her feet. "Ah that's better"

[DungeonMaster6]

Ms. Cockrill was quite correct; doug was grateful she hadn't struck his pouch the way she slammed that crop against his ass. The searing heat emanating from his derriere was trumped, however, by the humbling humiliation of being in this bent over position again. At least his arms weren't wrenched up in back of him as before.

His troubles took a back seat, nevertheless, when he heard Ms. Cockrill speaking to louise, whose foot whipping was about to begin. Watching how the Dominant Woman wielded that whip, enforced how well versed she was with the equipment in this room. And when doug heard the thwap against his wife's foot, he felt both pity and revenge. After all, doug had never used a whip on her feet, so he wasn't sure about her stamina. However, doug recalled, with a bit of malice, how gleefully his wife encouraged Ms. Cockrill for his failure to remember that fricking key. In addition when the Ms. Cockrill allowed his wife to whip him, she performed the act with some gleeful zeal.

So after the whip wielding woman handed the implement to doug, he emulated what he saw her do, teasing her a bit, then delivering some well placed swats. After five thwaps across both foot bottoms, because he really didn't know what his wife's threshold was with this sort of punishment, he stopped and handed the whip back to Ms. Cockrill.

[lizeskimo]

Liz was still rubbing her aching feet when doug suddenly stopped hitting his wife. "Well that's a little disappointing, I thought that maybe you would have exacted your revenge for your earlier whipping, but that is your choice" she said dryly.
"Ah well, better make yourself useful and pass me a pair of flat heeled shoes and a small length of rope."

Liz got up and hissed slightly as the cold of the floor hit her latex covered feet and went over to louise. Taking off her gag she asked "well louise how did you like your punishment, hope it wasn't too uncomfortable for you"

[gagged_Louise]

The feeling of her body swathed into the tight black latex and her arms strapped against her - Louise hadn't known if it would be that much to talk about after at least two hours of strict bondage. But it felt strange, and as she lay like a mummy, almost suffocating. As the whip flashed at her soles she squirmed like a taut feather. Those fast swats made her wonder what was coming next, she held her breath when the rhythm suddenly dropped off. And then Ms Cockrill’s voice, it sure sounded like she was again in command.

With this much tight wrapping it felt like Liz was somehow owning her body, showing it off in glowing black to her man and Master. Things had really turned around, and she wondered if Liz would keep this position some nights when they got the house. The idea set her mind spinning.

“I am..I’m fine, I know I have some to learn” – now it took effort to form the words. She gazed up at Liz’ eyes: they seemed glittering, but also hot and oddly impressed by the younger woman’s ability to endure this.
“Well, you’re the kind who should learn things in a dungeon like this” Liz replied and rapped her foot slightly on the floor. “and you’re certainly graceful enough”. Louise nodded, but before she had time to say thank you Liz refitted the gag tight into her mouth. “You have no need to speak for the moment”

“Ah, there you are, doug. Thanks”
What would be rushing on her now? Suddenly, without warning. Louise felt a new series of rappings on her soles – harder, heavier, thumping. What the…? She groaned into her gag, the punch went straight up into her tired calves. Liz had no intention of halting with the knotted, hard rope she was swinging at Louise’s feet, making her sweat and cringe relentlessly.

[lizeskimo]

"Do hurry up with the rope and shoes doug, my feet are getting cold" Liz said over her shoulder.

"I think you have suffered enough for the moment louise, so I'm going to loosen your bonds. When I have done so I want you to stand up very slowly"

It was quicker loosening the miriad of straps holding louise so cruelly to the bench that putting them on, but within a few moments louise was on her feet. She bent down and undone the zipper holding her legs together.
"Open your legs now slave" Ms. Cockrill ordered....so she did. Instantly louise started to shuffle around from the pain in her feet. Liz decided to show her a little mercy and guided her into the chair she had been sitting in previously.

Doug placed the shoes in front of the estate agent's feet. "Thankyou doug, most kind of you, oh and the rope if you don't mind" Liz said slipping her feet into the comfortable footwear.

Seeing as you stopped whipping your slave without my permission, I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished again for your foolishness. Hands behind your back please and turn around" Liz expertly lashed his hands together then pulled his latex trousers down and off his legs. She almost ripped his pouch off and before doug had a chance to think what was going to happen, he was pushed into a wooden high backed chair.

"Stay still while I give you something to think about your disobedience" Liz picked up a handful of clothes pins, at least ten and clipped them onto the raw flesh of his testicles and penis. Not satisfied she added another handful. To his credit doug hardly moved a muscle throughout. Liz was thinking that maybe he had this done before. "Now stay there until I say so. Do not speak or I will really gag you" Doug lowered his head, not wanting to say a word.

[DungeonMaster6]

Doug was so relieved to be free of that needled pouch, he didn't even mind that he was once again standing bare naked in front of the real estate lady. He also had a fleeting thought, at that moment - He could've grabbed Ms. Cockrill and put an end to her little fun.

For a split second the vision of her naked body struggling either in those stocks or in that bent-over, arms-pulled-up-behind-her position whizzed through his brain. He was sure, however, that he would have his chance to turn this Domme into his slavegirl eventually.

So when Ms. Cockrill donned the shoes and pulled him over to the straight back chair, he put up no resistance as she tethered her naked slave to it with his thighs spread wide. And when he saw the clothespins in her hands, he thought about his sensitive nipples. When the vixen attached the first one to his right nub, he breathed in sharply, but his pain doubled instantly when she added the second one to his other nipple.

But Ms. Cockrill wasn't through. She smiled wickedly as she slowly began attaching some more pegs down his cock shaft, with a few more added to the lip around the head. Writhing in pain, doug's face reddened when She berated him for not whipping louise's feet harder. And when she added a few more pegs to his ball sac, the raucous noise he was making caused her to find his underwear, ball up the cotton material and shove it into his mouth, affectively gagging him.

"That should hold you for a while slaveboy," Ms. Cockrill said with a wicked laugh. "Now, let's have a look at you, louise."

[gagged_Louise]

She'd almost slumped into the chair when Liz helped her around. The droning pain and tension in her legs was still palpable and made her feel tired, but being seated made her relax a little. That guy Doug, he seemed to almost enjoy it when his cock and balls were pinched and pegged! Louise felt thrilled, for once she was getting to see her husban's submissive side. But looking over at Liz's lean, string jaws and powerful poise she felt tingles of fear too. It was just a scary feeling to be in the hands of another woman like this.
The feeling of stinginess and sweat in her legs made her yelp softly into the ring gag; she breathed hard trying to fight it.
"Oh, come now slave, I know you can do better than that" Liz said, turning to look at her. "I can see your naked pussy, it belongs to me, but I really don't want to have to give it the whip..."

Louise grunted and tried to straigthen herself to assume pose, she felt her bound arms weighing at he back, but hearing Liz talk like that sent a soft flash through her. The skin of her modesty seemed to flush. being owned and controlled by another woman - by this woman, having to kneel to her and beg her for the right to cum...the idea ran through her. It was both frightful and hot, it seemed just too much.. No! Nnngh!! And what would that mean to Doug?

The man fifteen feet away from her moaned as the clothes pegs bit into hs genitals, he was in Liz' power like she was herself. Liz eyed him and seemed to consider if she should whip him again, one more time. He scratched his foot, looking like a servant. Liz bent down to get some tool.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Louise got to her feet, felt the floor so she was stable and ran off, swerving beside a pole and some whips hung up on a stand. She leaned forward, fettered by the armbinder.on her back, and panting in low, gruff sounds.
"Hey, Loui-ise!" Liz cried out. She didn't answer and two seconds later Lix exclaimed "Fuckin' slave!" and set off running after her.

Louise took aim for the door to the small kitchen beside the dungeon, hoping there would be anpther staircase up there. Her mind was close to panic. She had suddenly had enough, revulsion and fear and some kind of pity for Doug rolled through her like a wave. Behind her she could just hear Liz' footsteps.
Abruptly her knee hit a thin metal bar jutting out, attached to a sawhorse. She felt the sharp pain, cried out and tried to lean left while running, but her feet skidded on the floor. Louise feel forward and her corseted stomach hit the cold floor mat.. "Mmnnnghhh!!"
Her entire body quivered and ached as she lay there, opening her eyes and wishing she was outside, just not here. She groaned and tried to kick out, then suddenly started crying softly and stutteringly as she heard Liz approaching behind her,.
"I thought I could trust you, slave louise"

[DungeonMaster6]

Even though doug was in discomfort from the constant pinching of those clothes pins on his sensitive areas, he was nonetheless astounded when he saw his wife trying to escape. Bound and gagged, the naked man could only look on in stunned silence.

Louise had indeed endured a lot so far, from Him when she was in those stocks and from Ms. Cockrill. Apparently she had reached her limit, and was desperately trying to find a way out.

The pain in his privates took second fiddle to the thought that his precious louise would endure even further punishment from this woman who had them trapped in this cellar.

[lizeskimo]

Liz ran over to the floored and moaning louise. "Are you okay louise, you sure hit that bar hard."

"Eth ith Ockrizll" louise tried to say.

"Hang on while I take out your gag. I need to know that you're really okay"

Liz unbuckled the ring gag and gently prised it from between louise's teeth, ignoring the drool. She waited a few moments for the sobbing woman to recompose herself....

"Are you sure you are all right, that was quite a knock you took there" A short silence...."Yes Miss Cockrill, physically i'm all right,a little sore, but it's just the emotional side got to me a bit. It's, well you know.... a little hard watching and participating in my Master's punishments.
Please Ms Cockrill, don't make me.
I will accept whatever punishment i should receive for my foolish escape attempt and i promise i wont try and escape again"
Tears stated to well up in her eyes so she quickly bowed her head, hoping Liz hadn't seen them.

Liz considered what louise had said for a few moments, then started to undo her restraints.

"you are a very brave person to say that louise, you obviously love your husband and Master a lot to put yourself on the line on his behalf. Very well, after your impending punishment I shall release your husband from his bonds. Afterwards he can decide what happens next."

All of louise's restraints and clothing were stripped away from her sweaty form and neatly rehung on their hangers and put back in their respective places. "A tidy cellar is a happy cellar" Liz said brightly "Right louise in the shower now, you look like you could do with it. You have five minutes or else!" She laughed as louise almost sprinted into the little bathroom.

The estate agent walked over to doug, watching him twisting slightly in his discomfort."There must be at least twenty clothes pins on you, that's gotta hurt" Doug nodded. "Never mind, they'll be off soon so just grin and bear it for now so to speak" she said darkly.

"You know doug,you have a great wife there, do make sure you look after her well once you leave here." Doug nodded his head enthusiatically, Liz smiled broadly.

Liz pulled the sopping gag out of doug's mouth, throwing it in a conveniently nearby bin.
"Yes Ms.Cockrill, she is great, i'm so lucky to have her, and by what she has just said proves to me, at least, of how much he loves me and respects me as her Master.Can i tell you something about louise Ms. Cockrill?"

"This sounds most interesting. Please do."

"Well louise has been asking me for while when are we going to set up hooks and a pully so that she can be suspended and maybe whipped....but not too hard. I think it's been a fantasy of hers for quite some time. You know, she has taken a lot today, so maybe it would be a nice thing to have as her punishment seeing as there's already the equipment in this wonderful soon to be ours house. What do you think Mistress Liz?"

"What a great thought, very touching. I'm sure she will love it, but of course she wont know it was your idea will she?" Liz said picking up the inflatable gag doug had worn earlier.

"You know the drill, open up wide" "Yes Ms. Cockrill" doug's last three words before he was muted once again. A few quick pumps inflated the rubber bladder in his mouth ensuring his secret was safe with her.

"Hurry up louise, you have two minutes left" Liz shouted as she busied herself preparing an electric hoist, raising the cable up and lowering it, making sure all was in good working order. "Remember doug, safety and preparation!" she said, not even looking at him.

Louise ran out of the shower, a large white towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped turban style around her head. Both towels had several crests embroidered into the soft terry material."Must be the family crest of the Roachfortes" Louise mused.

"Feel better now?" "Yes thankyou Ms. Cockrill, much better." Liz looked at the betowelled louise "That's good. When you've dried yourself put the towels back in the bathroom and lie down on the floor on your back with your legs together and your arms above your head."

[gagged_Louise]

Feeling her skin a bit more nice and warm, oozing of the rubbing as she hung up the towels. Louise returned out and with just a little hesitation lay down on the floor. She looked up into the high, whitish, plastered ceiling. What was about to pass? She felt a teasy, thrilling sensation, both , ear and turn-on as she heard Liz rapping her feet slightly, then the lady stepped closer.

"You see, Louise, I have respect for you and it's an honour that you'll take your just punishment. That shows you can be directed and trained,- it is for me to do it since your lovely husband isn't to undertake much now. I like to see your body marked and moulded, you defiant kneeling...slavegirl" she said, her voice just slightly creaking at the lat word.She stepped close and handed Louise a pair of dark, sheer knee hose. "You will wear these, they do suit you"
Louise swallowed and nodded. "Thank you, Ms Cockrill."
She leaned down and rubbed Louise’s back with her hand. Moving unhurriedly, the palm of her hand swept over her,, making Louise shudder inside as it touched the welts up there.
“You seat yourself upon that lovely ass, girl. The stripes given you here were….maybe a bit harder than what you’ve experienced before, but it is to get you used to it.”
Louise nodded in silence and heaved herself into sitting, her bruised legs catching the light in front of her. Holding the lycra fabric open she guided it over her feet letting it encase her calves. It felt nice, but as her gaze moved up over her thighs she wondered what was to happen next.

Liz put her left hand on Louise’s shoulder and let the right one feel over the younger woman’s stomach and the underside of her breasts, warm and brown in hue. Feeling her strong hands, Louise felt suspended in time and it seemed almost silly she had tried to run away, then she looked over at Doug and noticed how sweaty and rough he looked, but not broken.

Liz straigtened herself, “You are not going ot see this punishment naked of course. Your flesh was made for a corset, so that is what you’ll wear”. Louise wouldn’t ever contest that, she owned two herself, and she felt a kind of expectancy as Liz went off to a locker and selected a corset in jet black, sheeny leather.

At her sign , Louise stood up and let Ms Cockrill fold the dark around her stomach and firm breasts. It swathed her body, and Liz’ hands moved to her back and began lacing up the line of eyelets. “Hold in your stomach – ah, that’s a good girl” – she was working fast and in minutes Louise could feel the unyielding pressure, still not quite tight.

.“Breathe in a little, slave” – Louise drew for air and could feel Liz’ hands settling again midway up. She undid the lacing but held her fingers silently ready; a move that made Louise tingly and uncertain. How long..? Finally she had to breathe out, and as soon as Liz noticed she pulled the eyelets again, this time tighter. She repeated it with the next eyelet, this time Louise inhaled , held stiff for a few moments, and then – me teasing you? – breathed out and let herself be moulded. As Liz went on tightening the corset, Louise sometimes fought back slightly, the next ,moment gave in. Finally, Liz closed the buckle strap on top and the tall, captive woman looked down on her tightened, sleek belly. Liz' hand settled on her right shoulder, and she felt a rush of blood going through her.

The silence seemed foreboding. Louse looked to the side. “Is it..?”
“Yes, it’s tight and fine. But before you are punished, your privates must be secured as well. You will be wearing a nice, tight crotchrope.”

Louise swallowed hard at her words.

[lizeskimo]

A worried look flashed across her face,"Oh don't look so afraid louise, you might even enjoy what's in store for you. Now open your legs wide so I can fit your crotchrope. A remote controlled vibrator and a butt plug might give you a little excitement, if I allow it. Have you used a butt plug before?" Louise blushed bright red "yes Ms. Cockrill, we have used butt plugs on a few occasions"

Liz picked up a coil of rough looking rope and threaded the end through holes in the ends of a small but thick vibrator and a dumpy looking butt plug."Don't want to lose them inside you" Liz reasoned.

The invaders were lubed up and Liz gently pushed them very slowly into both of louise's holes making her gasp, particularly when the rear plug went in. The rope expertly tied around her already narrowed waist and passed back and forth through her legs and pulled so tightly it seemed to disappear between her cracks, forcing the plugs deeper into their respective holes.

"Ouch Ms. Cockrill that feels very rough and it's too tight" "Nonsense" Liz exclaimed and pulled the rope just a little more before tying it with several knots. She let louise get used to the feeling of being stuffed for a few moments "There,not so bad is it?"
"i suppose not Ms. Cockrill" louise said darkly.

The estate agent picked up two small boxes for the vibrators and turned on the dials on their fronts. Immediately louise jumped a little, surprised by the sudden shocks. "Oooo, Ms. Cockrill that feels weird" Liz laughed. "Sorry my dear,just a little demonstration for you. I'll turn them down....for now"
"Thankyou Mistress" louise whispered, still blushing deeply.

Liz retrieved the spreader bar that had been previously used on doug and tightly fastened the wide cuffs around louise's ankles. With a little grunt she opened the bar out until louise thought her hips were going to pop their joints. "Just as well i do yoga" she mused.

A similar spreader was attached to her wrists and opened out.When all was done louise resembled a taut star shape.Four small padlocks on the cuffs and two larger ones in the aligned holes on the spreader bars ensured nothing was coming loose until Liz decided otherwise.

"My you do look very cute like that, all nicely spread out. I'm sure you're feeling more than a little exposed and vunerable right now. Not much chance of you trying to escape again now is there?"
"No Ms. Cockrill, but i suppose it's my own fault i'm in this position" Liz frowned "Yes slave it is"

Liz clicked her way over to the trunk, pulled out the keys to the locks, a stiff looking hood and a large red ball gag. "Okay my dear, we're almost there, then we can start your punishment.The hood first I think."

Ms.Cockrill wrestled the thick leather material over louise's head and tugged it down tightly to her neck. the lacing was done relatively quick but extra tight. The built in collar buckled around her neck and a small padlock completed the look. The hood was so tight Liz could see the contours of the slave girl's face, the dim light bouncing off the polished soft hide.

Before louise had a chance to say anything the estate agent stepped behind her, pulled her head back at the same time forcing the large ball between her teeth and deep into her mouth."Akkk ooo ith ockillz"
She tried to dislodge the ball with her tongue, but it was stuck firm behind her even white teeth The strap tightened so hard it almost blended in with the hood. Within seconds the trapped girl's jaw started aching and she wondered how long she would have to endure such a large gag.

Liz held the spreadout louise under her armpits and eased her backwards and down until she reached the floor, lining up the centre of the arm spreader bar to a thick metallic ring set into the floor on a swivel. Another bigger lock loudly snapped onto the ring and the spreader lock "My you're quite light aren't you?" she said standing back up.
"Just as well really, I don't fancy hurting my back, well not today" she said offhandedly.

The cable and hook were lowered and raised a couple more times, just to double check all was working perfectly, then connected to louise's ankle spreader.

Again the winch started to whirr, but changed tone slightly as the cable took the strain, gently lifting louise's ankles towards the high white ceiling,stretching her already taut body that little bit more. Satisfied, Liz gave her a little push and she started revolving slowly.

"You okay there louise?" a nod...."Not feeling giddy or anything are you?" She shook her head and grunted quietly to indicate all was well. "Excellent, such a good girl. I bet you haven't had this treatment at home have you?" Another shake of the head.Liz laughed and looked at doug. "Looks like you've been neglecting your wife somewhat, maybe you can learn something today don't you think?"

From her upside down position louise watched her husband lower his head and blush deeply at Ms.Cockrills words. "Were they talking about my fantasy of being suspended and whipped while i was in the bathroom? I shall ask Doug later when i get the chance" she thought.

Liz stopped louise spinning and positioned her so her back was facing her. "Okay my dear here we go hold tight!" She slapped her left ass cheek with the flat of her latex gloved hand making a nice loud sound....a grunt.
Six more harder slaps and she turned her attentions to her right cheek, making sure she hit the welts from her previous punishment....more grunts. "So far so good yes?"....another louder grunt and a quick nod.

Liz enthusiastically but methodically continued slapping the inverted louise on her ass cheeks, seven hits at a time, then worked her way up the backs and sides of her thighs,paying particular attention to the untouched areas of her skin. The force of her hits made her sway slightly, the swivels squeaking slightly with the strain.

The estate agent spun louise around and continued slapping her on the front of her thighs,seven hits at a time,each one getting just that little bit harder than the last.
She tried to writhe to get away from the stinging, but gave up after a few moments. A couple more sets of slaps then Liz stopped. "Ow that hurt" she said shaking her hands and blowing them theatrically.
"I think that's you warmed up, now for the second part of your punishment."

Louise was spun back around to face her husband, her eyes setting on an upside down view of his straining erection.The miriad of clothes pegs gripping into his balls and penis gave them a purple blue hue, but looked quite comical. "He looks happy" she thought, then sighed under her gag.

"I don't recall giving you permission to get an erection doug. I thought the pegs might have stopped that, but obviously I was wrong.... Excuse me for a moment louise while I deal with your randy husband"

Liz retrieved the riding crop from her chair then flicked the tip of his penis with it's smooth leather end. One of the clothes went flying off across the room, leaving an angry looking indentation. Doug tried to jump with the pain but got nowhere fast. His face went bright red and the muscles of his face tensed as her bit into his gag. "Hmmmrff hhmmrf" Liz giggled at the sight of him trying to escape from the pain. "Well it's not my fault if you can't control yourself is it?"

All the pegs on doug's penis eventually went flying off to different parts of the cellar. Each flick of the crop lessened his erection until he was totally flaccid. "Not quite finshed" Liz said pulling his penis out and slipped several small rings down its length.
"That should stop any further excitement for now.Do that again and I won't be as gentle with you!"

Doug tried to say something, but came out as "Hhrrf mmmff rrrfffll"

"Do you you ever learn?" Liz hissed, rolling her eyes.She squeezed the bulb of his gag a couple more times. "Now keep quiet, sit there and watch until I say so. Is that crystal clear?" Dog nodded sheepishly, but thought to himself "I'll get you for this Ms. Cockrill, i'll show you!"

"So sorry about that dear, some people don't know how to conduct themselves. Now where was I before I was rudely interrupted....ah yes, the second part of your punishment."

Taking aim with the crop, Liz thwacked the helpless girl on her butt and thighs, each stoke landing exactly next to the previous one, leaving more angry raised welts on her now sweating skin.

Every hit Liz was rewarded with a little sound from louise's hooded head. "Having fun yet dear? I'm sure you are, but if it get's too much for you then wiggle the toes on your right foot and I will stop for a while. Nod if you understand"....a nod. "That's good, now for your front again, just to even things out a little."

Liz lost count, not that she was counting in the first place, of how many thwacks louise took on her now very sore legs, but eventually and only because her arm was aching and she was getting hot under her catsuit,she stopped.

Louise's chest heaved underneath her over tight corset and she let out a deep sigh as the stinging took full effect, but strangely she could feel herself getting warm in her groin. "If only I could grind myself into something for a bit of relief" she thought through the cloud of stinging pain.

Ms.Cockrill panted her way over to where she had left the glasses and jug of water and took several deep gulps of the cold liquid. "Hydration is very important under such...er....hard circumstances. I'm sweating buckets her, so I hope you are appreciating my efforts" she laughed.

"Now sweetie a little reward for you before the last part of your punishment. I must say you have been very good so far. I hope you can keep it up."

Liz sat in her chair, picked up the remote controls for the vibrator and butt plug and switched them onto their lowest settings. Immediately louise tried to squirm and twist in her bonds as the vibrations shot through her plugged holes. "You like that yes? Now how's about a little more stimulation?" she said turning up the dials a couple more notches. A loud grunt this time....Ms.Cockrill grinned. Doug was probaly grinning under his gag , but of course Liz wasn't looking in his direction.

She jumped up and gave louise's prone sweaty body a little push. Sipping a little more of her water she watched her spin around and around. "A nice sight hey doug" she said without looking at him. "You've got to agree your wife looks rather beautiful. Just think of how many wonderful nights you both could have down here once you've bought the house. The Roachfortes will be very happy that I've found such accommodating buyers."

Doug said nothing, but while Liz had her back turned to him, he busied himself tring to escape from the ropes that held him in his present predicament.

"Okay louise" Liz announced as she stopped her rotating again "Break is over, back to business.For the last part of your punishment I'm going to whip you while you spin around. This time it will be more than just your legs.The vibrators will be left on until I'm finished which could be a while. Of course, if you prefer, I can stop now and release you. Do you want me to stop or continue. A nod or shake your head. I will give you a few moments to decide."

As Ms. Cockrill waited, secretly hoping louise would agree, she selected a thick braided six tailed whip, about two feet long and ran its length through her right hand a few times.

The cellar went very quiet, the only sounds coming from the hard breathing of louise, the odd grunt from the direction of her husband and the low buzzing from the vibrators.

Louise knew her limits had been pushed by the estate agent and she was proud that she had endured so much without backing out."Maybe i'm more of a pain slut that i realised. i hope Doug has took this on board, but only time will tell" she thought.

Now at this present moment in time she just wanted to please her Mistress and show her husband and Master that she really was a good submissive, nodded her head slowly. Liz said nothing, so she nodded again, a little more enthusiastically this time.

"My oh my doug, your wife is amazing, a lucky fellow you are indeed" she exclaimed, still running the whip through her hand. "The decision has been made, so with no further ado" she trailed off.

Again louise was spun and Liz started the final whipping. Every time the whip connected it snaked around her rotating body, biting into her already tenderised flesh. Louise screamed as loud as she could, which in reality was only a low gutteral sound and bit down hard on the large rubber ball wedged in her mouth.

Feeling that louise had enough punishment on her exposed legs she worked her way down her body. The taut leather corset offered only a little protection as the whip lashed her stomach and back. She shook and rattled in her bonds as blow after blow rained on her.

All the while the vibrations in her crotch were making her more and more excited "Nnngggg ngggh" she grunted loudly, not caring who heard her. She was taking the hardest whipping she had ever endured in her adult life by the hand of this wonderful estate agent. She was hating the pain but surprisingly enjoying it at the same time.

Liz must of either sensed or smelt louise's excitement,stopped the whipping for a moment and turned the vibrations up even further. "Akkkmmmm ggrfpph aakkk oooo" Liz grinned broadly. "Looks like I've hit the right spot so to speak. Just a little more then you're done"

Another spin and the whipping renewed. Liz worked her way to louise's upper back and breasts, the lashes making a thwopping sound as it hit the leather corset. Over and over, the supple leather rained on her bound body, every time the whip's length wrapped around her in a stinging embrace.

Louise screamed like a banshee, well a gagged one anyhow, as her orgasm started to build. Her legs strained against the spreader bar desperately trying to squeeze the vibrator and butt plug within her. "Ahhhh aaeii mmffff oooozzzmng"

"Okay dear one final push" Liz giggled as both the invaders were turned up to full power. Louise struggled wildly, finding energy she thought she never had, trying to get away from this madness.

Suddenly the whipping and the spinning stopped. Louise was feeling so disorientated by now, but her whole being was still concentrating on her sopping hot crotch as she started to spurt her juices from deep within.

Liz could see doug's wife's juices running freely down and over her corset and hood, glistening like early morning dew.

She knew she had done a good job on the slave girl, she had took her punishment very well.

"Cum for me now louise, cum for your Mistress. There's a good girl." she purred as she rubbed her right hand along her crotchrope, slapping it hard at the same time with her left. Liz kept up a steady rhythm until she stopped bucking, eventually going limp like a rag doll.

"Ahhh ahhh aeeii" louise managed through the gag when the strong feelings eventually subsided.

"You have done very well to handle your punishment and you have really earned your orgasm. See what you can achieve if you try hard enough. I am very proud of you and I hope you are too doug. Truly amazing." Liz said with genuine feeling.

The vibrators were slowly turned down and then off completely.The heavily panting and sweating, not to mention severely punished louise was gently lowered back to the ground to rest. Liz took another sip of water, poured another glass in readiness for when louise was ungagged later and waited for her to recompose herself.

Unbeknown to the estate agent doug had been busy himself....

[DungeonMaster6]

Writhing from the constant pressure of those clothes pegs on his privates, doug could do nothing other than witness the perverted scene that was taking place before him. When Ms. Cockrill tied the crotchrope in place and forced the vibrator as well as the butt plug into louise’s holes, a signal was immediately sent to his genitals. It was a good thing for him that the needled pouch had been removed.

In scenes with his wife doug had indeed used a vibro as well as a butt plug before, and he’d also used a spreader bar on her many times. But he never used one in quite the same manner as the real estate lady did, and when the bound man saw his wife suspended upside down and spinning around, his cock was at full extension despite the clothespins.

Seeing his pain-slut of a wife in this position made him think of the time at that party when this Domme forced a kneeling louise to suck her tits, but that was nothing compared to this. The bound and pegged man was actually enjoying watching Liz slap his suspended wife’s butt cheeks repeatedly, turning the her rear cheeks fiery red.

Once she had stopped spinning, louise got an upside down view of her husband’s purplish erection, which Ms. Cockrill couldn’t help but witness as well. His brief levity at the thought of what that must’ve looked like was interrupted coarsely by the not-too-pleased woman holding a riding crop. “I don’t recall giving you permission to get an erection, doug! I thought the pegs might’ve stopped that, but obviously I was wrong. . . Excuse me louise while I deal with your randy husband.”

His punishment for getting a hard-on without permission was immediate. He groaned painfully when she flicked the leather end of the crop against the tip of his penis. The shooting pain caused him to wince and groan incoherently into his gag as one of the clothespins went flying across the room. Another one soon followed a different direction. Since the experienced man knew all too well that clothespins always hurt worse when they come off compared to when they are applied, the crop wielding woman didn’t disappoint him. One by one she whipped them off causing the man anguished discomfort. Each spot on doug’s shrinking cock where a peg pinched the sensitive skin felt like it had been stung by a dozen wasps each time a peg was knocked off, and by the time the last one was heading across the room, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

“Not quite finished,” Liz added coldly. She then placed several cock rings around the length of his penis. “That should stop you from any further excitement. Do that again and I won’t be as gentle with you!” The miserable man tried a meek reply but nothing really registered.

Leaving the chastised man to his suffering, Liz once again resumed louise’s punishment, this time using the riding crop on some areas of the suspended woman’s body that doug was all too familiar with. Her butt and thighs seemed to bear the brunt of the assault. Liz showed her expertise with that particular implement, as she landed each thwap exactly next to the previous one. Even doug could hear his wife’s whimpering sounds under the hood. At that point he couldn’t tell if they were moans of anguish or joy. Being the pain-slut she had become, he wouldn’t be surprised if it were the latter.

In addition doug got the feeling that his wife was enjoying being Ms. Cockrill’s slave, not that that was a bad thing. He always got off on watching girl/girl scenes.

He also got another thought. He wondered if Ms. Cockrill had ever put rings on Mr. Roquefort?. After all, why would they have such things here if they weren’t used on someone? doug, himself, had indeed experienced these devious devices before. It also fortified another idea the enslaved man had. This real estate lady was more than just a salesperson. He was convinced she also lived here. Was she the Roquefort’s slave?. . . Or was she their Mistress? . . . Maybe both! . . . She is probably a switch! Maybe they were all switches? Despite the lingering effects from his punishment, doug couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly when he thought of the combinations that could produce. He also thought about the parties he and louise could throw in this place.

By now Liz had wandered over to refresh herself after she had worn herself out whipping louise. The pegged man could hear her say something about sweating buckets. He was sure that it had to be hot under that catsuit, which seemed to be molded to her like the proverbial second skin. He couldn’t help but notice a healthy pair of breasts that were trying to burst out, and the way the material stretched so tightly over her ample derriere, if she had a pimple on her butt cheeks he would’ve seen it.

At the point when Liz picked up the remote control to activate the vibrator and the butt-plug, doug felt the rope around his right wrist that had him pinned to the chair, slip. Suddenly, doug felt like there was a chance of escape, but he had to be cautious about it. Liz was no dummy. Surely if she suspected he was trying to escape his bonds, she would’ve tightened the knots and punished him further.

When Ms. Cockrill rose from her seat to approach louise again, doug watched carefully that the latexed woman couldn’t see him out of her peripheral vision. When he saw her push louise’s hanging body, he pulled harder on his right wrist, which miraculously freed his arm. “A nice sight,” Liz said without looking at him. That gave him time to reach over quickly and untie his left wrist.

By that time Liz had picked out the whip she would use on louise’s spinning body, and doug had to feign like he was still bound while Ms. Cockrill used a thick six-tailed whip on louise. The whip-wielding woman showed no mercy whatever on the upside down suspended slave. Liz proved to be just as proficient with this instrument, giving louise the hardest whipping yet, getting a steady rhythm going and hitting the spinning body wherever she could, while poor louise was screaming into her gag.

It was during that time, however, when doug was able to free his legs, take out the gag and remove the rings.

Suddenly the spinning and the whipping stopped, but doug noticed something. Louise’s juices were running freely over her corset and hood. That answered his previous question.

But Ms. Cockrill wasn’t quite through with her slave-girl. At that point she turned the dial on the remote to it’s highest position. What followed was a mind-blowing orgasm for a thoroughly spent louise. “Cum for me now, cum for your Mistress!” Liz exclaimed. Doug felt gladness that his precious louise had achieved what every submissive longs for.

Once the vibrator was slowly turned off, and louise’s body was slowly lowered to the ground, it was time for Doug to act. While Liz had her back turned toward the “ bound and gagged” man, and while she was talking to the still hooded louise, he quickly and quietly snuck up on the unsuspecting real estate lady, who yelped suddenly from the strong pull on her hair. Looping his strong left arm around the woman’s smooth waist, he pinned her body to him. Ms. Cockrill was no weakling, but he exercised and lifted weights, so he easily controlled her as she screamed and fought against him. - Doug could see louise’s shocked expression in her eyes, and he wasn’t sure at that point who’s side she was on.

Desperately flailing her arms wildly trying to strike him, Liz was not giving up easily. Evading the blows Doug dragged her backwards in the direction of the stocks. His vision of seeing her naked body in that classic medieval implement was about to come true. Very carefully, he pushed her left arm into place, followed by her head and right arm. This time he knew where the key was.

“There we go my dear. This is the position I envisioned you to be in when I first saw this dungeon. It was rather kind of you to show us this,” he said sarcastically as Liz struggled and screamed. To negate her from trying to kick him, he retrieved one of the spreader bars she used on louise and put it in place. “I do believe I’ve heard quite enough of your mouth my dear. Where’s that balloon gag? Ah yes, right over near the chair you had me bound to!”

Liz’s loud protest was soon muted as Doug, who had rushed into the bathroom to pour some alcohol on the rubber gag, returned to where Liz was still screaming bloody murder, and forced her mouth open by squeezing the sides of her jaws. “This is really an ingenius gag you had in me Lizzie baby. Let’s see how you like it,” Doug said with a guffaw. Then squeezing the pump, he watched in glee, as the real estate lady’s jaws inflated.

Once he had his now slave girl immobilized and quiet, Doug ambled over to where louise was still bound and gagged. At least she wasn’t upside down anymore. Removing the hood and ungagging her, he looked at his wife, who seemed to be in a languid state. True, she was reveling in the most mind-blowing orgasm ever, and Doug was glad she experienced it. However, she was still his wife. Did she want to remain so? . . . Or did she want to become Liz’s permanent slave?

At that point he removed the other spreader bar, but something told him that she should be kept restrained. So he placed her on her knees with her wrists cuffed behind her and with one of her ankles chained to one of the hooks in the floor. He also reinserted the ball gag. “There you go my dear, don’t go anywhere while I work on your precious Mistress. . . or is that slave lizzie.” He chuckled out loud. “I think that’s my new name for our precious real estate lady!”

Leaving louise to her “ringside seat” as it were, Doug walked over to where he saw some closets and drawers, looked through them and smiled. In one of the drawers he found a shiny, wooden paddle, that was wide enough to cover both of a spankee’s rear cheeks. In one of the closets he found some leather pants. “Ah these must be Mr. Roquefort’s. Holding them up to his waist, the naked man smiled. “I think they might fit me! What do you think lou?” ...Nodding her head in his direction his wife tried to speak, “TTTMMMFFF”...”I think so too,” her husband answered whimsically. Sitting down, he pulled them onto his legs, stood up and pulled up the sleek material. “Almost as tight as that latex suit you had me wear lizzie,” he said with a laugh. Still smarting from those dratted needles and the clothespins, the man very carefully drew the zipper over his crotch.

“Hey, this feels pretty good. Mr. Roquefort and I must be the same size. What do you think ladies?” Doug asked as he spun around. When he didn’t hear a response he picked up the riding crop and quickly whacked lizzie across her still catsuited butt. “I asked you a question, slave!”...”YSR!” he thought he heard her blurt into the gag. He smiled. She was quick with that polite response, which told him she’d been a submissive before...which meant he was correct about her being a switch.

Then Doug looked over at his kneeling, gagged wife. “The same goes for you. When I ask a question, I want an answer, and since I addressed my query toward both of you ladies, I expected a response from you as well!” After he ambled over to her, he ordered to kneel up straight. A fiery red bottom and matching thighs greeted him, but the Dominant man had to maintain discipline. Two whacks with the riding crop, one on each cheek, forced the same sort of response out of louise as he got out of lizzie.

Then walking back over to where he laid that wooden paddle, his eyes lit up when he marveled at the shiny piece of maple. “You know lizzie,” Doug said as he addressed a now fearful looking real estate lady. “It was quite sneaky of you to lock us both down here while you watched us from upstairs,” he continued as he strolled back behind the stocked woman. “And there’s something else. I am quite familiar with real estate laws, my father was into this as well and I learned a few things. You know that contract that you had louise and I sign? We have three days to break it! So don’t think you’ve made this sale yet! This is a great place, for sure, but if I were you I’d cooperate with me if you want to realize that hefty commission you’d get for this sale!

“YSR.”

“On a another subject, you know that fake escape attempt by louise?” His wife’s face reddened when she heard him say that. “She knew there was no other way out of this cellar other then that one door,” he emphasized with a point of his finger. “She did that so you’d punish her. I guess by now you’ve learned what a pain-slut she is. But more than that, if a building inspector were to come in here, he’d flunk this house because of a fire code violation!...And the Roqueforts could never sell it to anyone!”
It was quite comical watching the lady with the charming English accent with her mouth stuffed trying to answer Doug’s declarations. “So I would suggest, lizzie, that you inform the sellers that they must have an outside entrance installed here, or the deal’s off!” Ms. Cockrill nodded in agreement.

Then laying the crop and wooden paddle on a table, Doug gazed at the catsuited ex-mistress, and looked for the zipper to the smooth material. Right up between her ample breasts it was. “I must say slave lizzie, you do look scrumptious in that catsuit, but I’m afraid it must come off. Reaching for the zipper, he drew it down, and a set of what he estimated to be size 38 or 40 breasts popped out. “Whoa louise!” Doug said as he looked over at an attentive wife. “You’d love sucking on these!” He raved as he slowly began rubbing the nipples. At first liz tried to pull her breasts away from the man’s hands, but it was for naught. “Oh I can have some fun with these later,” he boasted. Then he started peeling the latex down off her shoulders. It was necessary to fish the key to the lock out a zippered pocket of the catsuit so he could unlock the left arm hole in order to take the sleek material off her arm. After relocking her left arm in, he repeated the procedure on the right arm. After replacing that arm back in the stock, it was simply a matter of peeling the material down. He encountered some resistance pushing it over her hips, but he managed. Then there was the spreader bar. One leg at a time, he pulled the material down and off.

Locked before him in the classic position, was Ms. Cockrill, the charming English sales lady turned Mistress, who was now reduced to a submissive slave. Her naked breasts dangled invitingly, and her alabaster rear cheeks stretched tightly. He smiled at the spectacle before him. Such a glorious sight it was!

Doug’s leather pants crinkled as he moseyed over to pick up the wooden paddle. “You know at first lizzie, I was just going to use that hard-leather paddle on you, but I have a feeling that would be too easy on you. I think you can take a lot more. Isn’t that right, slave lizzie? ...”YSR.”... “That’s what I thought,” the leathered man said as he rubbed the maple colored paddle round and round on lizzie’s bottom. “Let’s find out how much you can take.”

He could see the bent-over long-haired woman try to relax her bottom, which was another sign this lady is no amateur. Doug smiled and raised the paddle in the air....then....................................... ...............WHACK!CRACK!SMACK!WHACK!SMACK!CRACK !SMACK!WHACK!WHACK!CRACK!WHACK!CRACK!SMACK!WHACK!C RACK!............................................. .................................................. .................................................. ............

[lizeskimo]

Almost relentlessly and with a steady rhythm, hit after hit rained down on Liz's bare bottom. Each one reddening her pale flesh that little bit deeper.

The force pushed her body slightly forward towards the stocks,her breasts jiggling freely and the rings in her nipples glistened in the dim light.

Liz knew it was pointless wasting energy on trying to escape from the secured stocks, so she thought about what had happened in the last five minutes.

How things had changed. One minute she was enjoying punishing louise for her escape attempt, the next, Doug had somehow slipped her expert knots and now had her tightly imprisoned and gagged. His threat of pulling out of the deal amused her somewhat, little did he know that there was a secret entrance to the basement, but hadn't time to tell him that.

She felt a little embarrassed when Doug revealed that the escape attempt from his wife was fake, but accepted that it was a good plan they had cooked up....how they both would be punished once she had got out of her predicament.

Whack, whack, whack.....

Liz suddenly jumped back to her senses when the pain in her ass really started to hurt. Doug hadn't lied when he said that he had done this thing before!!! There again, so had she, so this could be an interesting ride.


She sighed heavily into the foul tasting rubber gag and relaxed as best she could, for at the moment there was nothing she could do but accept whatever her wannabe Master wanted to do to her.

[gagged_Louise]

(((Louise whipped - Flashback, #1)))

Hanging outstretched from her ankles, louise had long since lost count of the swipes inflicted on her. A burning feeling in her back, a building heat in her crotch and her mind spinning. She heard Liz talking to Doug but noticed it in an almost abstract way. It was all over her, the swipes shot up and down and made her turn and twist inside: at the same time they filled her with a kind of admiration and respect. Overwhelmed by the flogging she tried to keep herself together but the twists seemed to tear her down,. She had felt bothered about what would happen next, but now as she was put through the wringer it didn’t really count – but coming closer to a burning heat did.

Locked into her sheath of black leather and latex, she felt the spinning series of swipes grinding her thighs, her butt and infusing her mind with a hot pull. Her head rocked as she felt the tugging drive on her legs and that rope nibbling at her quim, and again feeling drops of hot fluid stocking in there. Her cunt was heavy with the knowledge of her full surrender to Liz, the feeling that this woman could make her kneel and suck off any cock in a room.. She had always known she was straight, so how could another woman be doing this to her mind? The feeling of turnover just rolled through her, taking control as she hung there waiting. When the burning glint of the whip hit her thighs again, she tried to hold it out, but soon the speed and force picked up. Her butt was being pummeled, stretched about and she just had time to think "if I'm giving in to this it's probably going to happen again in time".In scent and feeling, te corset and the ropes seemed to transform louise as she tried to imagine herself.

Suddenly the flogging came to a halt, but not like it was over. Louise was too deep into herself to pick up the talk between Doug and Liz, but when Liz' sharply defined voice came back to her she was all ears. The relief that was coming her way...oh man, she needed but...As she heard the buzz and felt her ass and pussy being massaged a soft wail rose from inside her. That tight crotchrope and the plug, she had been aware of them all along and now that the plug and vib cake to life, she felt the sweat and vertigo rise in her body - her flesh starting to tingle under the pulses of those invaders. Being hung up like this and stirred by those thingies made her feel intensely that she was a piece of fuck meat, a brute slave. It was a wish she had dimly harboured but she had never known it would come true like this.

Louise could only clench her hands and begin squirming, her tense crotch took in the pounding from the vibrating pieces. "Nnnnngghhh!...pmeeeaffm". It wasn't the estate agent's time to listen, and as she turned up the speed louise's moan grew strained as she tugged hard at the chains and tried to keep down her rising sensual feeling. Knowing that Liz and Doug were watching her blind, writhing form just pushed her harder, made her give over to the vibrating drive in her ass and cunt.. Biting hard into the gag she felt as if a strange dye was flooding her; it didn’t matter that her thighs hurt more as she moved them, she couldn’t stop.

Louise’s blood went throbbing right through her chest as Liz’ cunning toys ran harder in her holes. She could all but sense what Liz would be thinking: “good spinning there, my girl” and this egged her on even more. She panted hard, for a moment suddenly she decided tio give in, but as she let the vibe grind her she still couldn’t forget Liz had put them there and they were somehow for Her pleasure – an enticing but hard thought.
When Liz put the choice to her: “Are you ready to go further, go the last mile?” Louise was feeling the seething fire and really delving into it. Thinking of this place in a kind of inverted perspective, just made the turn-on rise in her to new painful levels. She could see nothing, but she guessed Liz would next be using a powerful flogger. It was a thought to make strong waves come crashing in her soul. In silence, she pondered it. Her mind cried out no, she’d had enough, she’d even tried to escape, but her inner being yearned to go through this.
She listened into the dark silence, then tried to picture the fire she was facing. Her legs stretched up like some weird broad feather. Silence. She remembered something she had heard a submissive friend saying once: “the last action I will be taking as a free woman…”Then – she nodded, assented. At least for now, louise wanted to show her submission, needed to be Dominated by Liz and nobody else.

“My oh my, an amazing wife…” she could hear Liz commenting to Doug. Moments later, she was violently thrust round and could feel the whip licking her waist, her breast, taking her from behind like an assailant. The bite across her skin was stingy and hot and furious, driving the point home that there was no return. Her breasts seemed to heat up as the whipping thongs hit again. Growling into her gag, louise felt her sluttty drive pulling her in a circle as if she was dragged after a sled through the snow. “Nnnghhh!! Ah! Mmmm-mMGHH!!” Liz seemed more determined than ever to show her Domme presence.

[DungeonMaster6]

Doug was actually quite impressed with Ms. Cockrill’s stamina. The leather pantsed, shirtless man didn’t count the strokes with the paddle, but he estimated he spanked her bottom at least sixty times. Not only did her bottom turn cherry red, but even with the gag in place he could tell she was gritting her teeth as her face became flushed. Otherwise, the real estate lady turned Domme, and now His slave, took the stiff spanking admirably well.

Walking around to the front of the stocks, the Dominant man held her head up by her hair. She cringed from the shooting pain in her scalp, but to his amazement she hadn’t shed a tear. Doug was beginning to like liz more and more. She’d proven to be a superior Mistress, indeed, and he was glad he’d showed his submissive side to her. Perhaps one day he’d submit himself to her once again. But for now, her payback was only beginning, and when he informed her of that, she babbled something incoherent into her gag.

Then looking over at a kneeling, attentive louise, Doug picked up the riding crop and approached her. “How did you like watching your precious mistress get spanked?” he asked with a slight sarcastic tone. Like lizzie, she attempted an incoherent reply, which only made the dominant man snicker. “Kneel up straight!” he ordered his wife, which forced her dangling boobs to waver slightly. Tapping her right tit with the crop, He looked down at her as he grabbed her hair with his left hand, forcing her head up. “Do think I didn’t notice how admiringly you’ve were watching liz while she was punishing me? She attempted to babble something, but gagged louise wasn’t making much sense. “You looked like you enjoyed torturing me by licking that needled pouch, didn’t you? And do you think I didn’t know that escape attempt was fake?” Again she jabbered into the gag. “Well since you are so enamored with lizzie, I have something in mind that will give you two some togetherness.” More jabbering.

Doug then unhooked the chain from the ring that held louise to the floor and ordered her to her feet, pointing the crop toward her breasts to ensure obedience. Leading her over to where the dangling chain hung from the pulley, he attached her wrists over her head and activated the up button on the dial until just the balls of her feet touched the floor. The whip marks had not yet faded, as he attached a spreader bar between her ankles. After tapping the crop gently against her wide open pussy, he ambled back over to the stocks.

“Okay lizzie baby, it’s your turn. Unlocking the medieval implement with the remembered key, Doug quickly cuffed the freshly spanked Ms. Cockrill’s wrists behind her back, attached a leash to the leather collar around her neck and forced her to follow Him over to where louise was suspended by her wrists. “Here we are my dear lizzie.” -Doug got the distinct feeling she didn’t like to be called that- He then freed her wrists only to raise them over her head, so that she was facing the other woman and suspended in the same manner, which placed the two ladies in close proximity to each other. Of course he added a spreader bar to lizzie’s ankles as well.

Stepping back and admiring the scene before Him, Doug wished he had a camera at this moment. This scene, however, would be pictured in his mind’s eye forever- two naked ladies facing each other, nearly tit to tit.

Then he remembered how Ms. Cockrill was sneakily watching louise and Himself while Doug and his wife played in the dungeon from a video camera upstairs. Perhaps he’d mosey up there and have a look for himself. But that would come later.

For now though, He wasn’t quite through. Walking over to the drawers he’d seen earlier, he pulled one open.. “Oh we can have fun with these,” He mused as he held up four sets of chained metal clamps.

As the dark haired man ambled back to where his two slave girls dangled so invitingly, Doug noticed louise trying to make eye contact with liz. “I’ll put an end to that nonsense!” he declared as he slipped blindfolds on both of them.

“See lizzie, I told you we could fun with these!” Doug said as he held up one of her size 38's. But to his surprise she barely flinched when he enclosed her right nipple with one of the metal clamps. He could tell she was feeling the pain, but she was breathing inward sharply and letting it out, which further enforced her experience as a submissive. Her discomfort doubled when Doug attached the second biting implement. These clamps were not adjustable with absolutely no let-up from the relentless pressure, and even though her nipples were turning purple, she absorbed the excruciating torment rather well.

Then Doug looked over at his wife. “Okay louise, let’s see if you can do as well as lizzie.” He then extended the chain from liz’s right nipple and pointed the other clamp toward louise’s right nipple. Knowing what a pain-slut his wife is, he figured she’d take it pretty well, and she did, reacting similar to lizzie. Then Doug pulled on the chain that was attached to the clamp on liz’s left nub, and extended it so that it crossed the first chain between their bodies, and he attached the other clamp to louise’s left nipple.

Stepping back and again wishing he had a camera, Doug would not forget this picture for the rest of his days on this earth.

Then he added something. He strolled back over to the drawers, where he found some one pound weights. Smiling sardonically, the man picked them up, ambled back and immediately hung a one pound weight to where the two chains crossed, dragging all four nipples downward. Doug heard the ladies breathing harder, but instead of pitying them he added another weight. He was glad that the clamps were on tight enough so they wouldn’t slip from the nipples.

“Almost done ladies,” Doug boasted as He knelt between them holding two more sets of metal clamps. He decided to let louise go first this time. Very carefully he pointed an open clamp toward her left pussy lip. A raucous reaction was blurted into her gag as the relentless pressure mounted. That reaction doubled when he attached the second clamp on the other pussy lip. Writhing in pain, his wife’s face reddened, but now it was lizzie’s turn. Her reaction mirrored louise’s, as the two clamps were attached to her sensitive lower lips. Then as an added bonus, Doug added a one pound weight to those crossed chains as well.

“I think this is a good payback for that needled pouch, lizzie baby, and for you dear wifey, for the way you enjoyed my torture.” He declared as he ambled toward the basement door. “I hope you ladies enjoy yourselves, while I go upstairs and have a look at you two from that video camera,” he said with a hardy laugh, as he walked out of the dungeon, leaving the two trussed up, clamped ladies to suffer for a while.

*

Searching the main part of the house, Doug found that video camera in a cozy den. “The Roqueforts sure have class,” he mused as he flipped on the switch. He smiled wickedly as the picture of his two slave-girls came into focus. “I wonder if they have any beer in the fridge?” He asked himself as he got up and slipped into the kitchen. Finding some indeed, Doug returned to his “ringside seat” as it were. Snickering as his two chained ladies squirmed. What a sight it was!

Then he laughed again. “I’ll bet lizzie baby got wet watching me dominate louise earlier!”

At that point he swung the camera around the room. “This is an extraordinary dungeon,” Doug declared to himself. “Certainly the best I’ve seen.”

Suddenly, he saw something in the dungeon he hadn’t seen before. There appeared to be a cutout in the wall behind the set of drawers. There was no knob on it, but it appeared to be a door. “Maybe there is another way out of the dungeon!” He laughed out loud. “That’s what lizzie was babbling about when Doug went into His tirade about the building inspector,” he thought.

“Alright then Ms. Cockrill, you just might’ve made yourself a sale!”

But for now, the man watched the two ladies twist from the relentless pressure of the clamps.

[lizeskimo]

There was a sudden cold draught on Liz's now bare back, making her gasp slightly, as Doug opened and slammed the heavy cellar door. The key slowly grated in the lock, ensuring there was no immediate escape for either louise or herself. She could hear him clomping and squeaking his way upstairs to the main house."One guess where he's heading" she thought.

Eventually Doug's footsteps receded. The only sounds Liz could hear were louise's hard breathing and occasional soft moan as the weights swung gently, tugging their soft flesh painfully downwards. She, however, had endured this type of punishmnet on more than one occasion, but by adding weights onto her nipple rings as well as clamps,relishing the searing pain.The feeling of her vagina lips being pulled this way was a new one. "Not as bad as I expected it would be, not bad at all" she thought dreamily.

"Well this is all very nice" she mused,snapping out of her little daydream "Could have pumped up my gag a little more though. Call yourself a Master? I'll show you how to gag someone properly when I get out of this mess. Besides, you shouldn't leave a gagged person unattended. Another rule broken!My oh my you're not doing well are you Doug" she thought darkly.

Quickly her attentions turned back to the other woman."Yes sweet darling, deceiving louise,it's all your fault we're in this position, I hope you're pleased with yourself! Let's see how much of a pain slut you are....how do you like this?"

Liz clenched her fists then bit hard into the inflated rubber, preparing herself as much as she could. Taking a deep breath in through her nose,then sqeezing her eyes shut she jerked backwards as sharply as possible, tightening the chains that held louise and herself together, then jerked forwards just as quickly. The clamps bit in, the chains droppped and the weights bounced wildly. An immediate hot agony shot through her as her flesh was tugged harshly in random directions.

Liz bit harder into her gag and she could see stars behind her blindfiolded eyes as she fought to control the pain. Louise wasn't as restrained, she made a loud stangulated noise as the unexpected burning pain hit her.

Minutes later the weights settled back into their gentle swinging motion and louise's screams had reduced somewhat, Liz jerked back and forwards again, renewing the burning torment on both herself and the other woman. Again louise screamed, but louder this time. Liz was pleased with her efforts, event hough she was in agony herself. "So louise" she thought through the clouds of pain,"just because I can't touch you, it doesn't mean I can't punish you" With that little thought she jerked around and sent the weights bouncing again.

More screams from louise and more agony for both of the trapped women continued until Liz had enough herself. "I do suffer for my art sometimes" she laughed inwardly.

Again the cellar went quiet apart from the light tinkling of the chains and the heavy breathing from both of the imprisoned women, each one dealing with their pain in the own way. Eventually the burning feeling turned into a dull and more manageable throb, but still painful nevertheless.

What seemed like hours passed without any sign of Doug, then Liz thought she heard a familiar noise. Straining her ears she heard it again....a little whirring soung. "It seems he found where the cameras are set up. I wonder if he was watching me punish his wife....I hope he did"

[gagged_Louise]

(((Louise whipped - Flashback, #2)))

If her head was covered in black and her ,mouth plugged by the ball gag, louise's senses were driving her around as in a storm. Liz' whip took the chance to visit her shoulders, her back, her thighs and her mound, she was ferocious. It poured right through louise's skin, pushed into her horny being. She kept spinning and kicking as if she were in a wind tunnel, and for every other strike she growled "aaaahhh! nnnghhhhh!!", feeling on fire and longing to be fucked but also to give her best in service. She emitted a muffled cry and felt juice stocking itself in her cunt. "oh please let me release this soon..." she thought, wondering if Liz could have brought a strap-on. The idea of being taken that way had never been likable to her before, but in this hot haze she wanted it to go all the way.

Her body dangled and shook under the swipes reddening her stomach, and finally even her breasts - though they were shielded by the tight corset that fit like eel skin, the heavy stings were quite obvious as they rapped over her naked arms and tossed like wind against the leather cover grasping her tits. louise felt on fire, and when one hard swipe hit in the middle of her exhaling through her nose, she finally lost it and yelled out both from pain and from the amazing lust. Her trapped cunt, pounded by the vibe, pulsated uncontrollably, faster and faster and made her feel dizzy.
She both wanted to get out of this and stay right here. "Nnnnnghhhh!!" she growled and then a hoarse muttering as her shoulders started to vibrata: "Pmeeeafe, cummmmmph..." She was already running, and suddenly she noticed the whipping had stopped. She hung there, blind, bound, muted and reduced to Liz' cumslut.
She bit the ball gag, feeling the wetness flowing out of her soppy crack.
"Cum for me louise. Cum for your Mistress" - Liz' voice arrived from close by, and as she rubbed slave louise's mound and then slapped it, the young woman sobbed and growled hard, shaking and yelling inarticulately ": "Mmmmmghh! Aaugghh!"
Would she ever be able to look Liz in the eyes again without feeling an urge to submit to that lady? And would she ever know if Liz had a submissive side too?

She didn't recall anything much of the next few moments until Mistress Liz had hauled her down to the ground. her whole body ached, as she lay there in the dark, her hands bound behind her for the moment (Liz had retied them after freeing her from the frame), still hooded and gagged, she felt as if the moment floated around her. Then suddenly, she heard the rumble; Doug calling - not at her - Liz apparently kicking at something - what was this? She was too tired to register at first, but as Liz growled and the sounds of creaking and heavy breathing darted around her, louise realized with a shock that Doug must have broken free and jumped at this wonderful woman. louise squirmed in her corset and hood, kicking feebly with her legs and finally sobbing out of fear of what was next.

A whip cracked; louise rattled in her bonds. "I asked you a question, slave!" he called at a distance, not to his wife but to Liz. The muffled, guttural response of ms Cockrill told louise Liz must have been powerfully silenced, with a cock gag or a ring gag. louise made a low grunt, trying to sound questioning and hoping Liz would hear it. No reply. Did the woman accept Doug humiliating her with with the same whip she had used on him? Maybe she had no choice, but louise knew submission is always first off mental.

She heard Doug's steps getting closer, and pushed herself to her knees. Still unable to see him or speak to him but feeling his presence; he was there looking at his leather-corseted wife and slut. Not more punishment, please...the silence was snow white as he stood there, watching the bound, hooded woman.
Finally he reached down and quickly undid the black hood. louise looked up at him, her face matted and make-up smeared or bleached. She fixed on his eyes, there was no trace of a smile. they were cold, and her very eyes felt naked in her mind. "I suppose you find the trousers fiitting fro your Dom?" he asked. Her mind raced "

"I asked you a question, slave! The same as for your slave sister"
"Mmmgh! Y-s-r" louise finally admitted, though she didn't know how far she meant it, her submissive side had kicked in. She tilted her head a little...but he lashed two fresh swipes with the whip. Sniffling and crying, twisting her tongue under the ball gag, kneeling as before, she accepted it for the moment.

As her eyesight cleared she could see Liz bound and forced into surrender in the stocks; the estate lady's mouth was stuffed by an impressive cock gag, proclaiming her submission as a woman. She noticed Liz was still wearing the latex catsuit. As she looked over there, louise felt an insane urge to tell Liz they were now sisters, enduring the same kind of bondage and surrendering their roped bodies. It was illogical: far as she knew, Liz was a Domme, that was how she knew her, but right now they were equals somehow.